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donottouchredbutton · 8 months

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In a Heartbeat

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

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she saves someone, and joaquin saves her.

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note: i wrote this with my oc in mind that i plan to write more about, but i wanted it to be read as a reader insert as well! let me know what you think :)

She had been living in Washington DC for a little over a year now. She moved there for grad school, and some of the excitement had yet to wear off still. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, with all of the good schools nearby and all of the things to do and learn in the capital. It seemed like a busy enough place to never be bored, which was exactly what she wanted. It really had seemed like a smart idea, especially since she hadn’t had any problems since moving there.

Until she did.

She was out with her roommate after classes had ended for the day, enjoying the warm spring day and simply happy to be people watching as they hung out. It had quickly become one of her favorite things since moving there, something she shared with her roommate, Jasmine. She was always glad she and Jazzy got along so well and liked spending time together, often spending time just being out and about like today.

Jazzy was showing her a small outdoor shopping district just outside of a park. It must’ve been really popular because it was packed with people. People were out walking their dogs, parents were out shopping with their kids, couples and friends were on dates and lounging on the grassy areas. Music was coming from the open doors of one of the stores, loud enough to carry even as you walked away from it. Something smelled good, like fresh bread and cinnamon sugar, and she wanted to follow her nose to figure out where it was coming from. There was a warm breeze that made her shiver whenever they walked in the shade, so she pulled Jazzy away to make sure they stayed in the sun. A few kids ran past them playing tag. It made her smile, she hoped they were having fun.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed a bit of commotion going on. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but it was progressively getting louder. From the looks of it, she wasn’t the only one who had noticed as many of the people nearby were looking around as well. It continued to grow louder and louder until she spotted a large group of people running in their direction, all shouting and screaming to get away. A ways behind them, she spotted a group of big looking men in scary looking masks carrying scary looking weapons, all running after them with their weapons pointed forward. Before she could think about how cliche that sounded, she knew they had to get away first. Many people around them were coming to the same conclusion as they all began turning tail and running. She and Jazzy shared a look of understanding before following suit.

As everyone kept running away and the noise was getting louder, another noise caught her attention above all the commotion. She could just barely hear a small voice calling for help, but it was loud enough to get her to stop running. Her head whipped around trying to find whoever it was, wherever it was coming from. Her eyes landed on a little girl sitting on the ground holding a little boy, and even from her distance she could see they were crying.

“MOMMY!” the little girl kept shouting, tears running down her face as she tried to pull the little boy up with her. They had to be brother and sister. She sounded terrified.

She took off before she could think about what she was doing. She could vaguely hear Jazzy calling after her, trying to get her to turn around and come back, but she couldn’t. The only thing on her mind was getting to those kids before they could get hurt. She wouldn’t let that happen.

She slid to a stop and knelt down next to the kids when she got to them, unconcerned about the fact that she tore a hole in her jeans by doing so, nor the bruises and scrapes she no doubt would have on her knees either. The little girl, maybe seven or eight, kept pulling on her brother’s arm trying to get him to move, but he was sat on the ground firmly, bawling his eyes out and refusing to move. She knew he couldn’t have been older than three years old.

She looked around for anyone who could have been their mother, anyone willing to help, but everyone was running in the opposite direction. She turned her head to see the group of men getting closer and closer, and they were gaining fast. She was the only one around.

“I need to get you out of here,” she said, turning back to the two kids, voice urgent. “I’ll get you back to your mom, I promise.”

She tried to pick up the little boy, who immediately started shouting and fighting when she did so. He was on the verge of a full-blown breakdown, determined to stay exactly where he was no matter what she did.

“He won’t let anyone but mom pick him up,” the little girl cried, “but I don’t know where mommy is!”

Seeing how frightened they were broke her heart. There was no getting them to move if she couldn’t pick the little boy up, but she couldn’t just leave them. She wouldn’t. She didn’t know what to do, and she was struggling to come up with something fast enough. With another glance over her shoulder, she realized she was out of time. They were too close now, seconds away and coming right towards them.

“Hold onto him, and don’t let go!” she ordered the girl. Once the girl did as she said, she grabbed both of the kids and held them to her chest, making sure neither of them would get hit as she awaited the inevitable first—and what she expected to be the final—blow to hit.

She felt a strong gust of air rush over her head, and at the sound of a fight right behind her, she held on tighter to the kids in her arms. She knew this was it. In a heartbeat, it’d be finished. She’d be finished.

“Are you okay?”

The voice was closer than she expected, making her jump, but it sounded genuinely concerned. Chancing a glance behind her, she was met with a pair of soft brown eyes.

She looked past the man to see what was going on, only just noticing that the commotion had stopped, and she could see that the group of men were all lying on the ground unconscious with a man holding a shield standing above them. Everyone knew who Captain America was, but she never expected to come across him herself. Knowing that the kids would be safe now, she looked back to the man in front of her and was shocked to see he had a pair of wings on his back. The Falcon. They were positioned in a way that was meant to shield them from any danger.

She finally looked back at the Falcon. His eyes hadn’t left her the entire time, and he stayed put in front of them, as if he wanted to make sure nothing could happen to them even with the threat gone.

Instead of answering the man, she turned back to the kids in her arms. They were still crying and scared, she knew they would be, but at least she knew they would be safe now. She scanned over them for any injuries, and once she knew they were unharmed, she cupped the little girl’s face to get her attention.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay now. You’re safe,” she assured her, speaking softly to help her calm down a bit. She stroked her cheek to gently wipe away her tears. She felt her own heart beating out of her chest, but she couldn’t focus on that right now. “I’m gonna get you back to your mom now, okay? Let’s go find your mom.”

She glanced back at the man behind her again, who still hadn’t moved, before she eased the kids up into standing. The weight of the situation was finally catching up to her, her head swimming as she tried her hardest to focus on getting the kids back to their mom before anything else. She kept looking between them and the man who saved them. Stuttering, she said, “I… I need-”

“MOMMY!” the little girl called, grabbing her brother’s hand and running to meet the woman who was running towards them.

She watched as the older woman dropped to her knees to meet her children in an embrace, her own tears streaming down her face as she held her children to her chest. The woman began kissing all over their faces and on the tops of their heads, and the woman’s voice was just loud enough for her to hear her repeating my babies to the children in her arms.

She was walking towards the family before she knew what she was doing. Her knees were screaming at her causing her to limp slightly, but she didn’t care. She needed to make sure they would be okay. Once she was close enough, the woman looked up at her and a look of gratitude crossed her face.

“Thank you,” the woman managed to say through her tears. “Thank you for protecting my babies.” For a moment, she thought the woman was talking to the Falcon, the one who actually had saved her kids, but the woman was looking at her.

“You don’t…” she started, beginning to shake her head, but she knew it would be pointless. Instead, she said, “I’m just glad you and your kids are safe.”

She watched them a few more moments before the woman gathered her kids up and hurried away from the scene. She couldn’t blame them, she wanted to do the same.

She suddenly remembered the man who had saved them. The Falcon (she couldn’t get over it). She turned back towards him, and this time she really took him in. His wings had retracted back into his suit, thankfully, as they had been very distracting. He was tall without being towering. His skin looked warm and sun-kissed with sharp cheekbones that made her wonder what he looked like when he smiled. He had a head of short, curly black hair, and those soft brown eyes. Those eyes that were still watching, a strange gleam present that hadn’t been there before.

She didn’t really know what to say, feeling awkward, but she didn’t need to. Before she could even thank him, he spoke instead.

“Are you okay?” he asked again. Something told her that he wouldn’t leave until he knew she was.

“I’m fine,” she finally answered. She didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but she still wasn’t able to focus on how she really felt. The kids were safe, their mother was safe, and as far as she was concerned, that’s all that mattered. And this man made sure of that. “Thank you.”

The man seemed to relax a bit at that, his shoulders losing some of their tension. He opened his mouth to say something else, but another voice cut in.

“Torres! We gotta go, man!”

It was Captain America who interrupted (which was something she never thought she’d experience), having just been talking with the police who she hadn’t noticed had arrived. They were hauling the men—masks gone and in handcuffs now—into the backs of the police cars. The hero was inspecting their weapons, clearly waiting for the other man—Torres, apparently—to join back up with him. Torres looked between the two of them, seeming conflicted. Before either of them could say anything, they were once again interrupted.

The sound of Jazzy calling her name snapped her out of whatever was going on, and she turned to see her roommate running straight towards her. Before she could comprehend what was going on, Jazzy was grabbing her arm and pulling her away, determined to get them away from anything else that might happen. She looked back at the man, Torres, and called out another thank you! before she let her roommate lead her away from the scene.

—

In truth, she didn’t think she would ever see him again. Why would she? He was The Falcon, Captain America’s partner and a superhero in his own right. He had to have saved countless people all the time. He probably wasn’t even in DC anymore. There was no way she would see him again.

But then she did.

She volunteered at a local elementary school, and today they were taking the fifth graders down to the veterans rehabilitation center. They liked to decorate the walls with pictures and bring flowers for the veterans, wanting to try to brighten their days a bit and thank them for their service while doing so, and she liked being part of it as well. She couldn’t imagine what some of them have gone through, but she would sometimes sit in on the group sessions to try to understand more. It was why she made sure to take the kids there at least once every couple weeks.

“It was so nice seeing you and the kids again, sunshine!” the kind lady at the front desk said as she was getting them ready to leave. It was a nickname she had quickly picked up since they started going there, and it always made her laugh.

“Of course, Laura!” she replied. “I’m just glad they like coming down here as much as I do.”

Laura chuckled lowly. “Your visits always make everyones day. They may not say it often, but they appreciate it. More than you know.”

She smiled softly at that. “We try our best. We just want to show our respect and try to brighten things up for everyone, you know?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, hun. What you do with the kids and for everyone here, not many people would do it. We all appreciate everything you do around here. We appreciate you.”

She looked down bashfully at the older woman’s kind words. She never really knew what to say to that. Her eyes flicked back up to Laura. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bin. “I know you’ve been wanting to try Jazzy’s brownies.”

The wide grin that appeared on Laura’s face was enough for one to form on her’s as well. She nearly snatched the bin out of her hand, causing her to laugh. “You spoil me, sunshine!”

The two shared a few more words before she checked the time, knowing she needed to leave soon if she didn’t want the bus to leave without her. She said goodbye to Laura with a promise to be back the next week, and the other woman jokingly promised to be ready for more treats. With a wave and another smile to her friend, she began making her way to the front doors. She was in high spirits as she was preparing to leave, paying no mind to the man she passed on her way out until he called out to her.

“Hey, it’s you!”

She almost didn’t stop, but when she looked around the area and saw it was mostly void of people, she figured it was her he was trying to get the attention of. When she stopped and turned around, her eyes widened when they met the same soft brown ones she first saw just the other day.

“It’s you,” she repeated, not knowing what to say.

For a moment, she wondered how she could even miss him. Sure, he wasn’t wearing his suit or his wings and seemed, therefore, much less intimidating–not that he seemed intimidating in the first place, but he did save her life, and there’s just something about meeting a superhero face to face that makes a person feel overly self-aware. Without the suit on, you wouldn’t even assume he was a superhero, though in her head she was kicking herself because of course that was the point. He just seemed so normal, and she felt like she could pay more attention now that her life wasn’t on the line. He wore a dark green jacket over a black shirt and jeans, a pair of sunglasses hanging from one of the pockets. His shoulders filled out his jacket well, subtly showing off his built but lean muscles. Part of her wished she could remember what they looked like in his suit when they were more noticeable, and she mentally kicked herself again for thinking that about a complete stranger. His dark curls were styled simply and looked soft to the touch, and she was sure they were.

Those eyes, though. Unlike before, his soft eyes were looking at her in pleasant surprise rather than concern, his lips quirking up in what was almost a smile. But that weird gleam she saw before was still there, and if anything, it was much more apparent than before.

It took her a few more seconds to realize neither one of them had said anything, her eyes glancing off to the side as her mind raced for something to say. He must’ve realized the same thing because his eyes widened suddenly, taking a step toward her once he knew he had her attention.

“Sorry, um,” he began, searching for his words, “I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but I’m glad I did. How are you doing, after what happened?”

Her eyes widened slightly again, surprised by his words. “I-I’m doing fine,” she answered, but she wasn’t sure how much she believed herself. She added, “‘ve just been trying to get back to normal, is all.”

He seemed satisfied enough with her answer and started to nod, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

His words surprised her again. In a burst of confidence, she replied with, “Well, I did have someone to save me.”

His smile grew as he looked down sheepishly, and she thought she heard him say just doing my job under his breath. When he looked back up at her, she thought she liked seeing that gleam in his eyes, especially when he smiled. She thought happiness looked good on him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked gently, suddenly remembering where she still was.

“Oh, I’m here to meet my partner,” he answered. “He helps out with the counseling sessions when he can. But I’ve got some information I need to discuss with Cap.”

Somehow, it didn’t surprise her to hear that about Captain America. In fact, it made her respect him even more for trying to help people on a more personal level, not just fighting as a superhero. Saving lives on all fronts, she was sure. But the way he talked about why he was there was just vague enough to pique her interest, and just telling enough for her to understand she shouldn’t pry. She was going to find a way to politely remove herself from the conversation, but he spoke again before she could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, repeating her own question. He cringed at the way it came out, so he quickly added, “I just mean, this is the last place I expected to see you. Are you in the military?”

She shook her head, nearly chuckling. “No, I’m not. The school I volunteer at brings some of the older students down here every few weeks. We like to bring flowers and write cards, you know, to try to show our respect and appreciation. Try to brighten up people’s days where we can.”

“You do all this?” He asked, gesturing toward the decorations on the walls and the flowers here and there. His eyes had widened in surprise again, and it was her turn to look down bashfully this time.

“Not just me. It’s the kids, mostly, but I like to help out.”

He looked impressed, and something about the look on his face and those damn eyes caused her face to heat up. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention.

“Well, I can confidently say that I’m not the only one around here who loves seeing all of the notes and decorations,” he said softly, the smile on his face filling her with a sense of warmth she hadn’t felt before. “It’s amazing what you’ve been doing. We all appreciate what you do. And the kids, of course.”

Something told her that he was speaking more for himself than he was for everyone else, and somehow she knew that he meant it toward her directly. The thought made her smile.

His face suddenly got more serious, though, instantly making her feel nervous. “What you did the other day, with those two kids, too. That was amazing.”

That was not something she was expecting, and she definitely didn’t know how to respond to it. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down, suddenly feeling shy. “I did what anyone would do.”

But he was already shaking his head. “No, really. You saved those kids. I may be the one with wings, but you’re the real hero. It was incredible.”

When she glanced back up at him, she saw that a small smile had reappeared on his lips, and somehow, it was enough to ease some of the tension in her shoulders. It was enough to comfort her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it made her feel seen in a way she never had. All with one look, which is what really surprised her. She knew deflecting would be useless, so she settled with telling him, barely loud enough for him to hear, “Thank you.” And she meant it more than he knew.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked one final time.

She wanted to laugh that he wouldn’t let it go so easily. “I am, or I will be. I promise,” she answered, and she knew she was telling the truth this time. “Besides, this wouldn’t be my first time in a situation like that, and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” Now that got a good reaction out of him, even though it was the truth.

“Speaking of the kids, though,” she said before he could think about it too much, checking the time again and realizing she’d officially run out of time, “I have to get going so I don’t get left behind.” She looked him over one more time, trying to memorize as much as she could, before she began to turn away. “It was nice to see you again, and to talk. And thank you, again, for saving me.”

His smile warmed her from the inside out. “If it meant getting to see you again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

She forced herself not to shudder before turning around. She had only made it a few more steps before he suddenly stopped her again.

“Wait!” he called, almost too loudly for the quiet hallway. “I didn’t ever get your name!”

She wanted to kick herself again. How had they gone this entire conversation without learning each other’s names? She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing that he had barely moved from his spot. With a warm smile directed at him, she told him her name.

Another smile began to form on his face in return, and it looked like he repeated her name under his breath. Their eyes met a final time before he responded with his own. “I’m Joaquin. It was really nice to meet you, too.”

She turned around before he could catch the wide grin that was beginning to form on her face against her will and tried to rush out of there as subtly as she could. As she went, she could just hear him, Joaquin, repeat her name a second time, and even from where she was she could hear a smile in his tone. She left the building with a bounce in her step and a warm feeling in her chest.

All because of the Falcon who saved her.

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rqgnarok · 9 months

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catalogue - sam wilson

fandom: marvel, the falcon & the winter soldier

wc: 4,368

warnings: implied smut, mentions of injuries and scars, blood and bruises. neutral pronouns, no use of (y/n).

summary: you and sam don’t get to see each other often, but when you do, there’s a ritual you insist on going through to deal with your time apart.

masterlist / ao3 / ko-fi

You’re a sight for Sam’s sore eyes.

He hasn’t seen you in over six months. It’s an occupational hazard, he knows, but it’s the worst. Being the Falcon made his personal life take a step back in his list of priorities, and becoming Captain America meant setting the list on fire and declaring Sam Wilson’s downtime practically nonexistent. As far as he’s aware, Sarah and the boys are the only exceptions to the rule.

It’s not all on him. You’re an Avenger, too, even if you’re semi-retired. Semi, because the new kids still look for guidance as much as they can and you still keep a room at the Avengers compound because of it, even if scarcely decorated.

You make your entrance by scaring the shit out of him because of course, you have to.

“Is this what you call watching your six?”

Sam puffs out a sound between a scoff and a laugh. It’s always an interesting mix of emotions with you, Sam has never felt so safe and yet unbalanced than when he’s in your presence. It creates a sort of vacuum in his belly that has him feeling like a kid with a crush, but he’ll die before he ever admits that to anyone. Especially you.

“You know you don’t have to sneak up on me every time.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you quip, raising your brows and extending a hand that Sam takes to haul himself back on his feet. You click your tongue. “Gotta say, though, it’s a little less charming now that you’re Captain America. Where does that leave national security?”

Sam rolls his eyes so hard he’s about to give himself a headache, dusting off his ass and giving you a quick once-over, taking advantage of your sudden closeness to do so freely. “Thank Jesus the world still has you, then.”

“Only half time,” you shrug, unaware that Sam knows you’ve spent more time at the Avengers compound than your own apartment lately. If he has a few eyes that check up on you when you’re there, well. It’s only cause he worries. “You and Barnes playing in the Big Leagues leaves a lot of unfinished business for little guys like us.”

“Says the little guy who’s been to space,” Sam uses the same argument he always does when you try to downplay your importance in the job you do. It’s like a script, these meetings of yours, always under the excuse of responsibility until it’s not– until the conversation flows into what Sam has been aching for since the last time he saw you.

You roll your eyes like he knew you would. You’ve been an Avenger since before they had the name for it, so if anyone deserves the semi-retirement, Sam concedes, it’s gotta be you. He won’t pretend it won’t be a big hit when you choose to walk away completely, though. Whether that’s to the business or Sam’s life, well. That’s another conversation.

He misses you. It’s hardly a crime.

“And they’ve still got us doing intel like we’re rookies,” you shrug, lessening your significance anyway. As if you weren’t up there in the cosmos chasing after freaking Thanos, but Sam won’t argue with you about this. You already spend so little time together to waste it building conflicts between you.

“Please,” Sam’s a professional, so he doesn’t make a bitchface and say girl with disbelief coating his tone, but judging from the amusement that glints in your eyes, you read through the lines with ease. “Like we’d let the children anywhere near this.”

“Okay, Dad,” you snort. “How are Torres and Barnes anyway?”

“The kid and his grandpa are fine,” he goes for annoyed but his grin is boyish and unrestrained. “Jealous they weren’t authorized to drop by. This is practically a vacation, you know.”

You shake your head, but all in good fun. “If your bosses have you thinking that then you desperately need some real downtime.”

“This is as close as it gets, these days.”

Torres had flown him all the way to Switzerland just so Sam could go and spend a few weeks in a rustic, semi-abandoned town on the outskirts of the city where an old SHIELD safehouse still stood against all odds.

Why he had to go to the other side of the world for some intel, he asked and got no answer. Now it comes to mind how he has no idea where you– his contact– have been stationed lately nor what kind of work you’ve been pulling for whoever it is you answer to these days.

You don’t tell him about it, and he’s quit on trying to ask. Whether it’s because you don’t think he’ll approve of what you’re doing or because it’s strictly classified, Sam doesn’t know.

“Blink twice if they’re holding you hostage,” you say in all seriousness, and he peels his eyes at you without blinking, getting close to your face. You laugh, pushing him away. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re one with the nation. Let me show you these files and see what Mr. America makes of ‘em.”

The physical files you actually bring with you are minimal, and most of the data you’ve been ordered to skim through is kept in a USB you hand to Sam as soon as the coffee has kicked in. Neither of you are exactly sure what it is you’re looking for so you’re stuck in the studio of the tiny, look-at-me-wrong-and-I’ll-crumble safe house for over three whole days before you finally start gathering some worthy intel.

“I was told we’d known when we found it,” you shrug, not visibly bothered by the fact that you’ve most likely been sent on a wild goose chase. “Or if we didn’t. We might go back empty-handed after all.”

It’s not encouraging but it’s what you’ve got, even if Sam isn’t sure he’s able to be out of commission for that long. He’s realized people get antsy when Captain America isn’t seen somewhere in the world after a few days, but despite how hard he tries he’s not able to be in two places at once.

“Yet,” he tells you when you take a food break and you allow him to rant about these troubles. “Haven’t figured it out yet, but Steve kind of managed it after a few years, right?”

“Steve was superhuman,” you remind him helpfully behind your coffee cup. You’d found some old whiskey at the back of a cabinet and doused your drink with it, so you make a face when it goes down.

“You don’t think I’m super?”

“I think you’re something, alright.”

“Aw. That was almost a compliment.”

“Can’t let it get to your head, hotshot. Ego’s already too big for your body.”

It’s so fucking domestic Sam feels the ache of it in his teeth. You, sitting at the table in your tiny kitchen while he sits on the counter, each drinking your coffee how you like it as the sun sets through the window above the sink. Talking for hours until you realize you’re practically sitting in the dark as the afternoon flew by while you were taken with each other’s company.

But then you go back to looking at intel until your eyes are burning and you excuse yourself to pass out on the couch. You do it almost half an hour to the dot before Sam gives up himself, and he’s pretty sure you know enough of his tells to know when he’s getting tired and make an early escape so he doesn’t take the couch himself.

“You take the bed,” he’d offered the first night, having a little trouble not making it sound like an order. By how you’d raised your eyebrow, he’d failed by a mile. “God knows where you’re sleeping these days. It’s the least I can do after dragging you all the way out here.”

“You’re the one who keeps saying he’s on vacation,” you take your bags from his hands and drop them unceremoniously on the coffee table, marking the living room territory as yours. “And I’m sure the US government will kill me if I bring you back with a fucked up back.”

He almost suggested you could share. You have before, both out of necessity and leisure, but Sam’s sure that topic’s on the list of Things Not To Talk To You About. It might be the first one up there, in all caps and underlined with bright red.

Sam has both held you down to fuck your brains out and held your bleeding body in his hands, pressing against a gunshot wound to keep blood flow to a minimum. It’s a fucked up type of intimacy he doesn’t share with anyone else, but he’s still hesitant to bring it up. Somehow both events keep happening whether he intends for them or not.

It’s like he’s waiting for the shoe to drop, and it finally does on the fifth day of your assignment.

You ultimately get a lead from the USB. It guides you to search for a random code you insist it’s on a file you’d read through already. You make a noise of victory under your breath when you spot it across the table and when you shift to reach for it, your breath hitches.

It’s a quiet thing Sam wouldn’t be able to acknowledge if he weren’t good at his job, but he is.

“What is it?” he asks, suddenly alert, fingers twitching with the urge to hover over you worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head. Whatever shadow of hesitance had fallen over you is pulled back into place, tucked away for Sam to blissfully ignore.

You both know that shit won’t fly, but Sam thinks it’s cute you try anyway.

He stares at you and you avoid his eye long enough, face buried in the file, to know you know he’s noticed. It’s a silent request to let it pass.

Tough fucking luck. Sam calls your name, admonishing.

“Sam,” you say right back at him in the same tone, still not looking at him. Sam grinds his teeth in annoyance, jaw tight.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. You know how it is.”

It’s not a no.

“I do know,” Sam agrees, but his mood’s a short fuse. “Are you grounded? Is that why you’re here? Because you’re hurt?”

Fucking jackpot. You exhale through your nose and tighten your jaw at the question but refuse to answer. You’re a couple of feet apart, divided by the desk filled with files and information, but somehow this is the closest he’s felt to you since you got here.

You’d been hiding something since the beginning; taking the couch when you could’ve been sharing the bed from the start, touching him less than usual so things wouldn’t go further, and moving around the house with rigid, calculated movements.

“Manning the desk,” he says with a little too much bite, and he can physically watch your hackles rise; the annoyance in your eyes when they finally meet his, the biting of your cheek to stop yourself from rising to his sudden passive-aggressive hostility. “Handing me files, giving me intel. You’re flying halfway across the world to keep yourself out of the field.”

“Sam,” you say through gritted teeth.

“You’re hurt,” he replies, not a question, nodding at your torso. It’s all suddenly painstakingly clear, the past week flashing through his mind like a movie from a different point of view. “And you’re hiding it from me, for some reason.”

“Is that all, Captain?” you ask, creating distance with the use of his new title in a way he despises and you know he does. You’re good at that, finding where it hurts and pressing methodically until the skin gives. Sam’s just not used to the trick being used on him. “Or is there something else about my person that you’ve figured out and have yet to enlighten me about?”

“Let me see,” he ignores you. It's easier than trying to match your level of cruel cleverness. He stands to cross over to your side of the desk, staring down at you expectantly with arms crossed. “Come on, show me.”

“No,” you deadpan, but the way you wrap your arms carefully around yourself shows the defensiveness underneath your nonchalance. “Sam, come on, what the hell are you doing?”

“If you’re not hurt, then show me,” he insists but doesn’t reach to touch you without your permission. It’s a line he won’t cross.

“Is that an order, sir?” you snap.

“I’m not your superior,” he replies, even though he is, technically, but not when you’re alone. Not when you’re hurt. “I’m your friend. And right now my friend is in pain, I’d like to be able to do something about it.”

“Like what?” you ask, and it’s as exhausted as it is conflictive. Thunder rumbles outside the house and inside Sam’s chest, two storms coming in. “Huh, Sam? What are you gonna do? It’s part of the damned job. Don’t tell me you’re injury-free right now.”

Sam isn’t. Both old and newer scars put a heaviness on his body he’s not supposed to carry, but he’s not the one hiding right now.

“I can hold you,” he offers and watches the way you look away, imagining the sting in your eyes as they glisten with sudden tears. You very visibly refuse to shed them, tightening your jaw and passing saliva like it’s gravel. “If you’d let me. Let’s not pretend we haven’t done it before.”

“It’s different now.”

“Why?” he wonders, brow furrowing. He does his best to relax his stance and reaches to touch your tight fists where they lay on your lap. With his fingertips barely there on your skin, the tension bleeds out of them like magic almost against your will. “Because I’m Captain America? Because you won’t tell me where you’re stationed half the time?”

“It’s–”

“Classified,” he finishes for you, unmoved. “But you’re still you, and I’m still me. As far as I’m aware, that doesn’t change a damned thing.”

You close your eyes like the words pain you, resolve crumbling right before Sam’s eyes. “I don’t wanna fight with you.”

“Then don’t,” from Sam’s perspective, it’s as simple as that. “Let me see. Let me be with you, please. The last week has been torture.”

You let out a breath of a laugh that’s a little too miserable. “You’re telling me,” you say, and the slope of your shoulders falls from its tense, defensive curve. Sam takes it as the green light it is.

You stand straighter as he kneels in front of you, his hands hovering over the hem of your shirt. He looks to you for permission and you give him a tight nod, staring at the wall instead of him, gulping down your anxieties.

Sam’s breath catches when he lifts your shirt and sees your torso, skin showered in black, blue, purple, and green bruises. “Jesus.”

“It’s worse than it looks,” you say automatically. Sam can’t see how that’s true. It looks like it hurts to even breathe, it’s unbelievable how you were able to hide it from him for so long. “Nothing’s broken, I swear.”

“What the hell happened?” he asks even if he knows you can’t– or won’t– answer. You sigh, and he watches blemished skin shake with the effort it takes.

“I’m alright,” you say instead of the answer he wants, but your voice has softened and lost all fight response. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve been with him since you arrived and it has nothing to do with showing your skin. “Hey, I’m okay. That assignment’s over for good. I’m not going back there, I promise.”

The sigh of relief Sam lets out is shaky and doesn’t relinquish all the tension he’s been carrying. The possibilities of what must’ve happened are gonna haunt him long after this mission’s over.

“I hate it,” he says, and he knows you know what he means. Not knowing where you are, spending more than half the year apart with zero contact, this unease between you that doesn’t let you be honest.

You say, tired. “I know. Sam–”

Sam isn’t touching you– not yet. He’s careful so there’s no skin-to-skin contact, and you look at him with guarded eyes when he lowers your shirt back into place, standing up and towering over you.

“What?”

You breathe air out of your nose, frustrated. “You know.”

A beat. “You sure?” he says, as plainly as he can with the tension that’s grown between you pulling him forward.

“Yes.”

He hums.

“Oh. You gonna let me touch you now, then?” he asks, still under the excuse of medical purposes only. But Sam can’t help the way his voice deepens, molten like honey. His eyes trail over skin that isn’t blemished: the curve of your neck, the lines of your arms, the slope of your fingers.

You shiver under the attention, helpless to hide such a reaction to his voice. “Mmm? Honey?”

“Fuck you,” you say automatically, already opening your legs slightly for Sam to slip in between them, reaching for your jaw. You close your eyes at the touch, sighing away whatever tension remained in you.

You’re too fucking easy, despite the fight you insisted on going through before letting yourself be touched, and something in Sam’s belly tightens at the idea of it being just for him.

Sam’s hands remain on your jaw and throat as he tilts your head up for a kiss, slow and deep, lingering. It’s not long before you open up for him, his tongue sliding into your mouth like it was always meant to be there, coaxing a whine from you while you search for steadiness and settle your hands on his belt. Not pulling, not searching for more– not yet– but keeping him close.

The storm comes and goes and the files in the studio remain forgotten. Sam finally gets you on the bed and, better yet, with him in it.

He’s a little too careful, hands cupping your ribs with extreme caution after finally getting rid of your shirt for good and laying you down against the sheets. You roll your eyes fondly and grab onto his wrists to direct him where you want him.

He doesn’t complain as he takes your directions. The man will greedily take anything you give him in calloused, expert hands as he does his best to pull sounds out of you that are music to his ears.

After it’s over, you both lay in bed, naked and breathless. You find a new scar on him and trace the ragged line of skin gently with your fingertip, touch featherlight, almost nonexistent. It’s been over half a year since you last did this, but only a couple of months since he got himself injured and stitched up by Bucky in the Brazilian jungle. “This one’s new.”

It had been a quick job, good enough considering the circumstances, which is to say Sam now has an ugly, uneven scar a couple of inches above his hipbone that saved him from bleeding out on his partner.

The memory holds no gentleness, but your fingers do. The haze of his previous orgasm leaves Sam pliant under your touch, melted against the sheets and uncaring of your scrutiny. “Barnes?”

Sam makes an affirmative noise, a valid enough question since sometimes he’s admitted to doing patchwork on himself for the sake of the mission, uncaring of how bad it hurts as long as it’s quick and efficient.

“Did it hurt?”

“Like hell,” he admits, feeling safe enough to do so in the cocoon you’ve built for yourselves. Sam runs a hand up and down your naked back as if trying to soothe the brunt of the memory. “Did the job, though. Got us out alive.”

At that, you lean to kiss the skin, only slipping a bit of tongue into it. Sam sighs, ignoring the prick of discomfort that’s trying to crawl up his spine and leaning towards the softer, more tender sentiment that takes over him whenever you get like this. It’s not easy for him to accept such gentleness, to let himself be cared for and lay there, unable to give something back.

He will, in a minute. But he knows you like him like this, and that alone pins him down in his place to let you work. It’d be hypocritical of him, he thinks as his hips twitch with renowned interest, to not let you fret after him when his own worry is what got you here in the first place.

After you’re satisfied, you trail the path Sam’s grown accustomed to, the very same you follow every time you sleep together after a terribly long amount of time:

The knife scar under his pec from when they were chasing after Bucky, still the Winter Solider, superficial enough not to have caused concern at the time. The mark from when he got his appendix out, thinking nothing of the stabbing aches to his belly until he was doubling over in his bed and waking up half his platoon as he retched in the bathroom.

The dot on his finger where Riley accidentally stabbed him with a pencil once, sleep deprived and with two shots of whiskey on him. The wound had healed with ease but the mark made a permanent home on his skin, barely visible unless you leaned in close enough to look for it.

The scab on his knee from falling off his bike when he was six. Sarah had screeched bloody murder until their parents came out of the house to see what all the fuss was about. The scar left behind by a bullet on his right shoulder during his second tour in Afghanistan.

The cut on his lip he got shaving for the first time is always last on your list. Sam has long stopped calling you out on it, how convenient it was that the cataloging of his scars always ended with a thorough, slow kiss to his mouth that usually bloomed into a second round.

He found that you got skittish when he did so, pulling back into yourself and laying tensely in bed for a couple more minutes before you started looking around for your clothes, called out.

Now Sam only cups your jaw, tugs a little so it opens your mouth and he can slip in his tongue and steal a taste of your sigh. He wants you like this for as long as possible; vulnerable, unguarded, desperate to touch him and be touched back. Safe enough to know that you never have to ask for something he wants to give you so willingly.

You always forget. The second you meet again, you have to start the whole dance over. Fish for excuses to meet each other in the middle, hoping for new scars to lengthen your time together.

Sam isn’t a masochist by any means, and he’s not an adrenaline junkie asshat who chases the danger just to have proof on his skin that he can take all the grievances life throws at him.

But. But–

“We’re alright,” you say against his mouth, body warm and seeking on top of his. He’s mindful of your injuries but can’t help himself, the urge to touch you overrules any other instinct he owns. It makes him weak, on the field, but happy off of it. “Aren’t we? We’re gonna be alright.”

“‘Course we are, honey,” his southern charm pops out and you’re both parts equally pleased and unamused, a funny expression on your face that has him laughing as he cups the back of your neck to bring you in for another kiss. “What? What’s with the face?”

“Nothin’, pumpkin,” you imitate his accent and Sam focuses his ministrations on your jaw and neck, trying to get you to break character. “We’re gonna be just fine, sugar plum. You’re sure lookin’ very pretty tonight, peach fuzz.”

Sam splutters out a laugh. “Peach fuzz?”

“That’s what you sound like!”

“See if I ever call you something nice ever again.”

“You can’t resist me,” you say seriously, though a smile keeps trying to break your facade. “You literally lasted five days before taking me to bed. That’s on being weak, Wilson.”

“Some might say it’s a world record for me, baby,” he says, poking at your face until you show teeth, happy and at ease in his arms. “The six months before that were a little bit of a stretch, too.”

Your mood dampens a little but Sam won’t let it, nudging his nose against yours to catch your attention again. “Hey. What did I just say? We’re gonna be alright. Five days, six months, five years, it’s nothing. They mean shit when I get to see you again.”

The mention of the Snap unguards you further. He’d been gone while you tried to keep your life together, ignoring the Sam-shaped void in your surroundings. The first time you got together after he came back had been tainted by the grief of losing three of the best people you’d ever known, and he’d done his own reconnaissance of your skin as he took in new scars, new hurts that had happened and healed while he was gone.

You smile again, but it’s softer, fonder, a tender tilt of the lips for the man you managed to find in this chaotic line of work that became your whole life.

In another five days, you’ll once more be on opposite ends of the world without any idea of when you’ll see each other again or what new marks you’ll have on your skin that describe your time apart. You haven’t even put a name to this– this relationship that both of you are still too hesitant to define as such, but that’s okay.

It’s okay. It’s more than enough. The path of scars will be there to take when you meet again, permanent proof that you’ve survived to find the way to each other over and over and over again. The map that leads to you, every goddamn time.

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hope you like this one! i’ve been putting this fic on the back burner for almost a month now, but i’m so glad to finally have finished it! i hope to put out the tommy miller sequel for dial drunk next week before school starts :)

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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What I've Been Looking For

Pairing ▹ Joaquin Torres x gn. reader

This fic contains ▹ fluff, birthdays, soulmates AU, Joaquin and reader are 24 years old, alcohol consumption, sibling banter, lightly beta'ed writing

Word Count ▹ 1.2k

Summary ▹ Every year, you wish to meet your soulmate but are becoming less hopeful of it coming true.

Notes ▹ It's my birthday!!! You all voted for a birthday fic and I delivered 😜 I would like to count this fic towards my submission for @late-to-the-party-81's Challenge Yourself challenge since this is my first time writing a Soulmates AU. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

Prompt ▹ Sharing birthdays: soulmates are born on the same day, share the first breath with each other by @creativepromptsforwriting/@creativepromptfills Dividers ▹ @firefly-graphics

Birthdays were a sacred celebration. You lived in a world where your soulmate was born on the same day as you, sharing your first breath together. Every year, you wished for the same thing before blowing the candles of your cake out. You wished to meet your soulmate. The soulmate that came into this world the very exact moment that you did. As the years went by, you became more discouraged from meeting that person you were meant to live the rest of your life with. Nevertheless, you continued to wish to meet that special somebody.

Upon waking up to the sun shining down on your face, you sighed, throwing the bed cover off your body.

Another birthday. Another wish to waste on someone that may as well be a myth.

As you walked into the kitchen, you heard a cheerful shout from your sister.

“Happy birthday!”

“Oh, it’s that day again, huh?” You joked before giving her a hug.

“Of course it is!” She started to run to the fridge, pulling out a small cake and plopping a candle on top. You couldn’t help but laugh at the lengths your sister went to make your birthday special, even if she knew that it wasn’t your favorite day of the year.

“I really appreciate the gesture, but I am not eating cake at 8 in the morning.”

“Oh, c’mon! It’s guava flavored. Your favorite!” For a slight second, you were tempted to give in and eat a slice. You couldn’t resist anything guava flavored.

“Alright, fine. But I am not blowing candles or making wishes.”

“What?” Your sister looked like she was about to cry. Was it her birthday or something? “You will have bad luck if you don’t make a wish.”

“Eh, who cares? I haven’t had any luck with a soulmate so what else do I have to lose?” You walked past her to brew a cup of coffee and she followed you like a newborn duckling.

“I care! I know you feel defeated about not finding your soulmate but I know they are out there. I love you so I want you to be happy. And that starts with enjoying this cake with me. With the candles and singing and wishes!” You admired your sister’s persistence. She may have been younger than you but she fought like hell for you. Maybe you could do without a soulmate, as long as your sister continued to stick around and tolerate your pessimism.

“I love you too, little sis. Thank you for the cake. For everything, actually.” You pressed your forehead against hers. “Now light this bitch up, and try to sing on key.”

The end of your birthday was approaching and so far, it wasn’t too bad. You, your sister, and a couple of your friends went out for dinner and drinks with a balcony view of the sun setting over the beach. The alcohol in your system caused you to fully relax as your gaze followed the orange orb descend in the purplish yellow sky. You had just gulped the last day of your champagne as a crowd of employees marched towards your table with not one, but two chocolate cakes littered with sprinkles.

You glanced over at your party, confused upon seeing the second plate of dessert. They all shrugged before pulling out their phones to record you. One server finally placed a slice of cake in front of you, and you flashed them a thankful smile. Then, you followed the other piece of cake to the next table. The same server set down the plate in front of a man so ethereal, you could have mistaken him for Prince Charming.

That man glanced at you, catching your gaze as the candles on your cakes flickered under your smiles toward each other. Time stopped and the rest of the world ceased to exist as everyone around the two of you sang “Happy Birthday.” You couldn’t tell if it was his enchanting stare or the fizzling drink you downed, but your cheeks warmed up and butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. Everything about this man was mesmerizing, from his sculpted bone structure in his face to his fluffy dark curls, and then the radiant energy that he exerted as the gentlemen across from him sang drunkenly. You wanted to know his name, his story, and his hopes and dreams.

Amongst your trance with him, you discovered his name was Joaquin since his buddies shouted it louder than your equally drunk friends and sister did with your own name. Joaquin wasn’t a common name, but that was what drew you even more to him. Joaquin was full of wonder. You may not have known then and there, but Joaquin was just as enamored and curious about you.

“C’mon, make a wish!” One of your friends yelped behind her phone. Your eyes shut and a hopeful grin spread across your face. For the first time, you had a different wish.

I wish for Joaquin.

Opening your eyes, you blew out the flame and the sounds of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere. Peering back at Joaquin, your eyes met once again, lingering a little longer than before. His teeth glimmered under the last bit of sunlight that peeked from behind the horizon. The sun finally disappeared, but then the moon and stars took their place in illuminating Joaquin’s beauty for you to admire.

“Hey, why don’t you stop gawking over that guy and go say ‘happy birthday’ back.” Your sister laughed. Your lips curled inward as if you had been caught with your hand in a jar of candy. Suddenly, you grew nervous at the thought of approaching him. This man could be the soulmate you have yearned for your whole life. But what if he wasn’t what you expected?

You wouldn’t know unless you tried. And so you did.

The chair shifted under you as you stood up to walk towards Joaquin. Before you knew it, he was doing the same exact thing. Walking toward one another felt like your hearts were being pulled by a string that connected you two. By the time you were only feet from one another, you had wished you had some champagne to chug before leaving your seat. But once you locked eyes with Joaquin, all those years of disappointment and defeat vanished. Hope, love, and happiness began to fill that hole in your heart.

“So…” You began. “It’s your birthday too?”

“Yeah, it’s actually my 24th to be exact,” Joaquin responded, combing his hand through his brown locks.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Same here.”

Joaquin beamed. “I figured. Who would have thought that it would take me 24 years to finally feel truly alive?”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to tear up. No witty comeback could top his, and deep down, he knew that. It was hard to believe that you had finally found your soulmate. All that was certain of you was that you did not want this moment to end.

“Well, I’m not much of a cake person, but I do like long walks on the beach.” You laughed at his corny comment. “Wanna get out of here in a few?”

You nodded without hesitation. Joaquin took your hand in his, symbolizing the beginning of a beautiful life of many birthdays and growing older with your soulmate.

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Blossom

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 1050 words

Outline: Having a crush on your boss and coworker clouded your vision from seeing things as they truly were.

Warnings: mutual pining, insecure reader.

Author’s Note: Finally my flower shop au is here! I have been changing this idea and this set a lot but I am satisfied with this so much, please enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“Try doing it a bit to the left.” You obediently follow his instructions and twirl the ribbon a bit to the left. The rose bouquet in your hands felt foreign yet this was your job.

“Yes like that and then carefully pick the thorns,” Joaquin speaks, his voice sweet like butter while brushing his fingers ever so slightly over your hand. The sheer movements cause electricity to vibrate through your skin.

“Wouldn't want anything to hurt you.” He smiles warmly, and it feels brighter than the sun, brighter than the hottest summer day. Illuminating his face in such a way that feels your heart with pure joy.

“Yes, you are doing wonderfully.” He continues as he watches your movements and you are very careful not to allow your emotions rise up to the surface keeping a polite smile on your face and averting his gaze.

“Your instructions are perfect, Joaquin. Thank you. ” You try to clear your throat and speak as unemotionally as you can wrapping the final ribbon together and lifting the bouquet to admire it. This was your boss and coworker, you should be feeling the way you were feeling right now, no matter how similar your ages were.

“Ten red roses. Someone must be very much in love.” You continue, a fit of very hidden jealousy in your tone. The truth is no one had ever brought you flowers, and your unrequited crush on your coworker and boss really didn’t help your situation today. Looking at the bouquet for a moment or two longer, you place it down and go to the computer to check the next order.

“Ten is too little,” Joaquin mumbles shrugging his shoulders. “Some people deserve a thousand and more.” There is always a playfulness in the way he spoke, a certain kind of warmth that engulfed your soul and made you genuinely happy just to exist with him in the same lifetime.

“Some never get any.” You mumble under your teeth and shake your head before beginning to type something on the computer to distract yourself from the conversation.

Joaquin picks up the bouquet in his hands and taps you on the shoulder ever so slightly with it. “Beautiful people deserve beautiful flowers.” You glance at him from the corner of your eye trying to decipher his meaning, wondering whether he heard you correctly or not.

“Take it. From me. For your new house.” You take a moment to yourself contemplating, not daring to look at him. This wasn’t anything important, you didn’t have to think about it too much. You nod your head and take a deep breath before turning him towards him to take the bouquet from him, a smile adorning his handsome face.

“For you.” For once more, your hands touch his, and the butterflies in your stomach attack you. This is going to get really hard for you, real soon enough. You want to stay in the moment and not think too much about the future or decide to run away. So you just whisper a very low ‘thank you and look at the flowers remorsefully.

“You know I've never really had someone give me a huge bouquet before.” You roll your eyes. “Any kind of bouquet actually. Well or even a single flower.” The words seem to leave your mouth on their own, it’s not like you to open up at all.

“Well everyone you have dated is an idiot,” Joaquin says with confidence thick in his voice.

“I haven't.” You blurt out, low as a whisper not looking at him, instead of brushing your fingers over the delicate petals.

“Never?” He sounds surprised.

“No. I mean. No.” You hesitate for a second, there was no reason for him to know this and yet here you were running your mouth. The very next moment his hand is pushing your hair away from your face slowly, softly, and with a precious kind of affection.

“Mira me.” His voice feels like velvet sheets wrapping around your body. You can’t help but follow his instructions once more, and glance up at him, brown eyes meeting yours. Hopefully, you won't run away now. His other hand is so close to the one caressing the flowers. The close contact freezes you in place. Everything is so new to you. He holds on to your face and maybe now you are watching the future unfold right in front of your eyes.

“May I?” He leans forward and places his hand on your cheek, his fingers caressing your cheek softly like running your fingers over silk. He is coming closer, you'd think your heart would beat out of your chest but instead, you felt calm and serene. You wanted this and it surprised you how much you did. As if you were waiting all your life for a moment like this. This is how things should fall into place. A moment is written in time and space.

You sigh deeply and let him kiss you, memorizing the way his lips taste like honey and cinnamon against yours and how they feel like velvet on your skin.

This is where he belongs, this is where you belong. The kiss is sealing your fate, each second a shared lifetime.

Until the distinct sound of the bell ringing when a customer walked in through the door caused you to pull quickly apart.

Oh right, work, that pesky thing. You jolt back to your place rearranging flowers in the display section while Joaquin is talking animatedly with the customer. A young couple in love. They were interested in a wedding package. Joaquin glanced and smiled at you every chance he got, especially when you accidentally knocked down some flyers.

From then on, it was him and you, intertwined and entangled in one another forevermore. When he closes the shop early, he takes your hand in his and proudly squeezes you close to him, walking you down the streets back to your place.

And from then on your fates your sealed and in years down to come, everybody in the city knew of Joaquin’s and Y/N’s great love.

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redwingstan · 1 year

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Marvel Reader Insert Requests

Currently taking requests for Joaquin Torres & Bucky!

Request Rules:

-send a request in my ask!

-Fluff or Angst; NO SMUT

-Reader insert or headcanon requests (no character x character, etc)

-feel free to send a plot idea, trope, or prompt

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Requests welcomed ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I'm dying to write for some Fandoms but I don't feel confident enough to write a full series yet so I need some help. Can someone send me some requests and I'll trying writing some fan fic stuff for you.

Shows I want to write for:

Any of the main 7 of the justice league

Nightwing

Red Hood

Red Robin

Damian Wayne (platonic only)

Miss Martian

Most Gotham characters

(If there is any other DC character you want just ask I love DC and will probably do it 🤗)

Marvel

Any of the main 6 Avengers

Most Daredevil characters

Frank Castle

Bucky Barnes

Sam Willson

Joaquin Torres

John Walker

Vision

Scarlett Witch

Most of the X-Men

Peter Parker

(I'll write for most Marvel characters as well so don't be scared to ask.)

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal lecter

Will Graham

Better call saul

Lalo Salamanca

Sandman

Dream

Death

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

The other siblings would only be platonic stuff.

Umbrella Academy

Any of the 7 siblings and possibly the sparrows as well.

Star trek the next generation

Data Soong

Will Riker

Deanna Troi

Worf

Geordi La Forge

Types of stuff I'll write:

Headcanons

One Shots

Very Small fanfics

Reader inserts

Different characters together

Some crossover stuff just depending

Things I'm comfortable writing:

Romance and smut (with of age characters)

Darker themes (I don't scare easy)

Yandere

Fluff

Angst

OC stuff (please give me as much info as possible. Please info dump bestie 💖)

Hurt/Comfort

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If you simply want to talk about these Fandoms I'll happily listen. I'd be glad to hear your thoughts on shows and characters as well.

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I reserve the right to not do all the requests that come my way if I don't think I can do it right or if there's something in it that makes me uncomfortable.

Characters I write for: Pietro Maximoff (MCU), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Joaquin Torres, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley

All my fics are x fem!reader by default: 9/10 when I start to write a fic, I use my own self-insert character and write it from there and then change it to “you” or “y/n” unless stated otherwise. I’ve gotten better about tagging this, as I haven’t in the past.

Request no-gos that will not be written: Underage reader/characters, extreme degradation, cnc/nc (and any form of r*pe play), inc.est, real person fanfiction. Again, I reserve the right to not do a request if it makes me uncomfortable, and that might include something not on this list that I haven't thought of yet.

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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Extra Credit - Joaquin Torres

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: When you transfer in from New York, you come across the most beautiful Professor that you've ever seen.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

Words: 1306

Disclaimer: This gif doesn't belong to me!

A/N: This was just a little something short and sweet that crossed my mind and I miss writing Torres! I willl probably be going back to my fics after writing this! Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! xxx

“I really appreciate this, thank you. I’m sorry to be so much trouble,” you bit your lip before smiling sheepishly as you glanced up at Professor Wilson. He was the Dean at the Californian University you were now attending.

Wilson waved away your words of thanks and apologies as he smiled down at you as he adjusted the glasses at the end of his nose, “it’s no trouble at all, I’m happy that I was able to help,” he strode quickly down the hallway that you had to struggle to keep up. He was taking you to your lecture that started five minutes ago.

You had never gone to college at 18 like everyone else, how could you when you had no idea what you wanted to so? So, here you were at 26 in your second year of University, you had transferred in from New York and unfortunately for you, you had decided that you wanted to transfer in the middle of the semester.

Thankfully, as the Dean, Sam Wilson was able to help and he’d been very generous with his help, Sam knocked on the door of the lecture hall and a couple of seconds later, there was a warm cheerful voice that bade you to enter. Sam strode into the room while you lingered in the doorway, suddenly feeling nervous.

“What can I do for you, Professor?” the lecturer asked Sam, you didn’t have to be looking at him to know that he was smiling, you could already hear it in his voice.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Professor Torres, but you have an extra student, a transfer,” Sam glanced over you at his shoulder, giving you a warm smile so you walked up to stand at his side, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

You looked up at the Professor and saw with a jolt that he was only a couple of years older than you and he was gorgeous, with curled thick hair and puppy dog eyes. He was wearing a white button up shirt and he’d rolled his sleeves up to his forearms and you practically salivated at the sight. Torres’ eyebrow raised and his mouth parted in surprise as he looked at you, nodded his head and you noticed a muscle fluttering in his jaw.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N,” he smiled which made his eyes crinkle, you flushed and managed to smile back.

“I’ll leave her in your capable hands,” Sam grinned and patted you on the shoulder as he strode from the room.

Torres smiled at you as you stood there, not daring to turn around to see everyone’s eyes on you, “what are your feelings about Dante’s Inferno?”

You laughed as you hitched your bag higher on your shoulder, “I like it, though it did give me nightmares.”

Torres chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair as he nodded, looking mildly impressed that you’d already read it, “go ahead and find a seat, Y/N.”

You nodded at him and, ignoring the eyes on you, you walked through the seated sea of students and found an empty space next to a cute guy with blonde hair and dimples. He grinned at you as you sat down, you smiled back and turned back to look at Torres, who looked between you and the guy with a muscle fluttering in his jaw. He momentarily hesitated before he began his lecture again.

As Torres talked, you found yourself hanging onto his every word – as was there girls that were sitting in front of you – causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head. Torres spoke with his hands so about ten minutes into the lecture, you spotted his wedding ring glinting under the artificial light. Soon, Torres left the class to start their essay on Dante’s Inferno and you were going back over your notes when you glanced up to see Torres make his way to you.

“Y/N,” he whispered so he wouldn’t disturb any of your classmates, you raised an eyebrow as you sat back in your seat, waiting, “I need to see you at the end of class, you missed the assignment at the start of class.”

“Sure thing, Professor,” you smiled, causing him to nod at you before he cleared his throat and walked back to his desk, glancing at you over his shoulder, making you smile to yourself as you went back to your notes.

At the end of class, you hung back and took your time gathering your things, letting the rest of the class file out, hardly anyone spared you a glance but you weren’t here to make friends. When everyone had left Torres was rooting through his desk drawers for something so you took it upon yourself to stalk over to his desk.

“So, what’s the assignment, Professor?” you asked, laughing as he whipped his head up quickly to look at you and you gave him an innocent look.

Torres bit his lip as he leaned his hip against his desk, “miss Y/L/N,” he chuckled before trying again, “miss Y/L/N,” he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t do it, it’s too weird calling you by your maiden name.”

You giggled as you cupped your husband’s cheeks, “but baby, you were doing so well,” you smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You had missed him so much. Your husband Joaquin was mostly a guest lecturer so he travelled all over the country. Joaquin smiled against your lips as he wrapped a hand in your hair and leaned you against his desk.

“You’re so bad, Professor,” you laughed as you watched his eyes darken and he leaned in for another kiss.

“I missed you so much,” he pulled you close as he murmured against your lips.

“I missed you too,” you smiled, playing with the ends of his hair, “I needed a break so I got a week off from college in New York, to come and see you. Sam helped me out with the arrangements.”

Joaquin laughed as he kissed your forehead, playing with your wedding ring that you wore around your neck, “you needed a break from New York so you decided to come to a college in California?”

You smiled as you rested your hands against his firm chest, “okay when you put it like that, it sounds silly,” you laughed, “but I’m only in this college today and tomorrow.”

“And the rest of the time, you’re gonna be naked in my bed?” he looked at you with innocent eyes, even though his words betrayed him.

“Of course,” you smirked, leaning forward to capture his lip with yours, biting his bottom lip gently as you pulled away.

Joaquin smiled as he moved your hair away from your face, “I promise, as soon as I finish my post here, I’m going to get a permanent one in New York, I want to start our family, Y/N. I love you.”

You knew that Joaquin absolutely adored his job and you knew what you were signing up for when you married him but that didn’t mean that you missed him any less. You would love for him to have a permanent job in New York, for him to be there when you got home.

“That sounds absolutely perfect, I love you too, baby,” you kissed him sweetly, before you smirked and pushed him away a little so you could perch on the edge of his desk, hiking your skirt up so he could see your lace underwear. You smirked as his eyes darkened and he licked his bottom lip, “now how about we see about that extra credit Professor Torres?”

“God, Y/N. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he smirked, pulling your legs so they wrapped around his waist. Bless Sam Wilson for helping you with this.

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buckysmischief · 1 year

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designated spider killer - 1

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Yelena accidentally plays matchmaker, Bucky pretends he doesn't want to live out his friends to lovers dream, and you're just trying to live your life... too bad a stalker wants to be apart of it.

Warnings: none?

AN: I'm wrapping up this story after uploading this so I promise this will actually be completed lol. I've missed writing, it's actually fun again. I'm a little rusty though, hope y'all enjoy :)

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #Bucky Barnes imagine #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #sam wilson #joaquin torres #friends to lovers #idiots to lovers #reader insert #mcu fanfic #designated spider killer

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donottouchredbutton · 8 months

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Endlessly Falling

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

3k words

she was falling, and there was only one person she trusted to catch her.

set in the same universe as this fic

warnings: angst, fear, canon-typical violence but i think it's pretty vague, reader/ofc has a fear of heights, idk let me know if i'm missing anything

note: idk if this is any good, i wrote it in like four hours unedited while i was trying to distract myself from burnout from work. feedback is always welcome :) also let me know if you notice anything familiar about sunshine's backstory... idk maybe there's something there, maybe there's not. let me know what you think!

She was running for her life. Again. She was really getting tired of this shit.

She remembered a few weeks ago when the worst thing she had to worry about was getting her essays turned in on time, emailing her professors, and working on her thesis, back when she was just a grad student. Since meeting Joaquin, she found herself in trouble a lot more than she ever expected to be.

That wasn’t to say this was the first time she’s ever had to run for her life, or that meeting Joaquin was the start of her getting into trouble. Or that meeting Joaquin was her first time helping a superhero. No, she had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. She remembered when she was a teenager the few (multiple) times when her dad’s work followed him home (literally) and having to hide or having to flee her own home just so he could take care of it. Terrifying as it was, she had learned to be good at finding the best hiding spots on the fly. And she still remembered when she was nineteen being trapped in a cage with a monster (who, to be fair, was her dad, but we won’t go into the specifics this time), with the intention of being mauled to death alongside a woman she barely knew. And just a year later, having to travel halfway across the world to help a superhero with identity issues to stop a cult and rescue her dad from said cult (her dad had a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, but he would always tell her that her uncle was even worse).

Yeah. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And she was positive it wouldn’t be her last, either.

But she sure as hell didn’t miss having to do this.

Sam and Joaquin had both understood and agreed initially that they needed her help if they were going to stop this underground terrorist group. Bucky had been on the fence about it at first, thinking her too nice and innocent to get involved, but once she had proved herself in a fight the first time he had realized he had jumped the gun on judging her. She was a formidable opponent while still being able to maintain her happy nature and her positive, love-for-life attitude.

Which was why she found herself in this position for the first time in years. She hadn’t meant to cause a distraction, she had just been sent by the men on a reconnaissance mission to one of their underground meetings while the three of them tried to take out their base of operations nearby. Even to her, the meeting was much bigger than she had been expecting, and the sound of the men updating her on their progress through her earpiece was only confirmation: they were a much bigger threat than they had initially believed. She had been listening to one of the leaders of the group as he slowly but surely began riling everyone up, his voice raising as he spoke to them about forcing order to the world and subjecting the people who had no care for them. He was nearly shouting at that point, and it was honestly beginning to frighten her. She was so ensnared by his words that the sound of Sam yelling through the earpiece completely threw her off her guard.

“GET DOWN! IT’S A TRAP!”

The sound of gunshots on the other end of her earpiece caused her to gasp in fear, which caused her to slap her hand over her mouth in dread. She was scared for her friends, but she was also terrified at the sudden silence that happened in the room next to her after she did so. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as what was surely only a few seconds felt like years as she awaited what would happen. She didn’t dare breathe as she waited, her back pressed against the wall to make herself as small as possible.

“Someone’s here with us. Take care of it.”

The leader’s words were just loud enough for her to hear, but it was more than enough to set her off at a sprint to get out of there.

She had been running for what had felt like forever when she finally thought to check in with the others to make sure they were okay, and to find out what the hell happened.

“What the hell happened?” she shouted through the earpiece.

“They knew we were coming! It was a setup!” Sam shouted back. He and Bucky were fighting off terrorists left and right as they themselves tried to get out of the base. Their initial plan had been to find the leaders at the base and to either a) reason with them and get them to come willingly (Sam’s idea) or b) stop them by any means necessary (Bucky’s idea), but the three men had been met with nearly an entire army once they got there like they knew they were coming. The place had been booby trapped of all things, tipping the group off so that they opened fire seconds later. They all knew that if they were in trouble, she would be too. “Get outta there, now!”

“I’m trying!”

And she was. Unfortunately for her, the place was a maze, and with about ten angry men chasing after her, it was hard for her to focus on where all of the hallways led to rather than just trying to get away from them. Her fear was making it hard to think, and luckily it was making it hard to think about the fear itself. She just needed to get away.

The sound of Joaquin’s voice in her ear immediately began to uncloud her mind. “Find a way to go up! Stairs, ladder, window, anything! I’ll come find you!”

She wasn’t able to think about how he would be able to do so, but she listened to him anyway. She trusted him enough to believe he was telling the truth.

Truthfully, Joaquin didn’t know if he was. He had split from Sam and Bucky once they had opened fire, Sam telling him to fly out of there to find their superior and tell them all they had learned about the group. He often thought about what it would be like to jump out as Falcon, but he wasn’t exactly able to reflect on those expectations when he was in the middle of a life or death situation. He thought once he did so that he was in the clear, but there had been a couple of helicopters right outside waiting for him. So, they had air support. Of fucking course they did.

Joaquin was sure that their superior would get an earful from Sam once they were finally on the clear (if they ever got to that point). He was doing his best to take out the people shooting at him from the helicopters, making sure they stayed focused on him so they wouldn’t start shooting elsewhere, but the entire time his focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her, and he was riddled with guilt.

Joaquin was the one who had fought so hard to convince Sam and Bucky that she could help them on this mission. While they had both known she could handle herself, they were hesitant to let her go into the field with them, especially on a mission like this. She would have to get about as close as she physically could to this terrorist group without them finding out she was there, and they weren’t willing to risk her getting hurt or worse if something went wrong. It was the last thing Joaquin ever wanted, but he saw how hard she fought to convince them. He saw her conviction and determination, and more than anything, he saw that she truly cared. She just wanted to help, and Joaquin knew that. She was running for her life right now because he was the one to convince them to let her help.

She was in danger because of him.

He was right about her needing to find a way up. She had found a door that led her to a staircase all the way up to the roof. She took a quick glance over her shoulder to see how close the men were, finding them far away enough for her to be able to lock the door behind her. If she wasn’t running for her life, she would’ve thought about how it definitely seemed like a safety issue for the door to even have a lock, but she was more concerned about buying herself at least a minute or two to get to the top. She didn’t look back again after she locked the door and began to race up the stairs, not until she heard the sound of a gunshot blowing the door open. The information that they did have guns with them scared her more than she thought it would. They liked the chase, and they didn’t want the end to be quick if they did catch her. The thought made her blood run cold, and a new wave of adrenaline filled her as she continued to run.

Once she reached the roof, once again locking the door behind her to buy herself some time, she looked out to try to find Joaquin anywhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be found. She braced herself as she looked over the edge of the building she was on, and the realization of just how far up she was was quick to set in. She hadn’t realized how long the staircase was nor how far up she had run, but the sight of the city what looked like miles beneath her caused her heart to beat faster for a completely different reason. She could handle most things—monsters, cults, running for her life. Heights weren’t one of those things.

“Joaquin,” she said. She tried to steady the tremble in her voice, trying to control her breathing.

“I’m on my way!” he shouted back, trying to dodge the helicopter that was currently shooting at him. He was not on his way, but he needed to be soon if he wanted any chance of getting to her in time.

The sound of the men chasing her banging on the door to the roof made her jolt, dread filling her veins like venom. They were throwing themselves against the door to get it open. Unsuccessfully, sure, but the knowledge that they had the means to get the door open with their weapons made her believe that this was just a sadistic scare tactic. The thought made her sick.

“Joaquin,” she warned. She was unable to hide the fear she felt from her voice. Even she could hear her voice shake.

So could Joaquin, and he knew they were both running out of time. Taking out the pilot in the final helicopter, he set the thrusters of his wings to full power before jetting off to where she was.

“I’m on my way!” he shouted once again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be there in enough time. Thinking fast, he added, “You’re gonna have to jump!”

Her stomach dropped at the thought. “I can’t,” she whispered. But she knew she was running out of options. The men chasing her would get tired of playing with her, and in seconds they would be out there with her. She’d have nowhere else to go. Her hands were already shaking as the reality of what she had to do was setting in.

And she was right. The sound of the door to the roof being blown open made her jump, and the sight of the men closing in on her filled her with a fear she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“JOAQUIN!”

“JUMP!”

She didn’t think. She ran to the edge of the building and jumped, right before they could grab her.

She’s fallen before. She’s fallen out of tall trees when she was little, her dad constantly scolding her for climbing trees when she knew she might fall, but that’s why she always did it—to get better at climbing without falling. She’s jumped off of high platforms, trying to get down from where she was to try to help someone who needed it. She’s been thrown off of the side of a building before, but even then that was done when she was unconscious. This was something different. Being in free fall for so long, that sinking feeling in her gut never leaving but slowly getting worse as she seemed to fall closer to the ground in slow motion. The air whipped at her as if punishing her for jumping, her fear only growing as it felt like she would be endlessly falling.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think to breathe. She couldn’t think, her mind somewhere up in the clouds that she seemed to remember falling through when she jumped. Her eyes were dripping with tears she couldn’t stop as the cool air burned them as she went. Another punishment, she thought. The air was thin, too, choking her up even more. She couldn’t find her voice, though if she did, she wouldn’t have been able to think about calling for Joaquin again. She couldn’t think about whether he would catch her in time. She just had to continue falling.

Joaquin’s heart raced as he did, his sights set on her as he flew to catch her. He could hear the fear in her voice when she said she couldn’t jump, it had been clear as day to him that she was afraid to. He hadn’t wanted to make her do it, but he knew she had to. And he knew he would rather die than let her hit the ground. He wouldn’t let her get hurt again. He would make sure of it.

When he was finally close enough, his arms reaching for her, Joaquin felt time stop. He couldn’t think. The only thing he could focus on as he reached for her was her eyes. Those eyes he had seen could hold such light and happiness as he had come to know her, those same eyes that were squeezed shut from fear and wet with tears he knew she couldn’t stop. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, never daring to let go.

Once she felt him surrounding her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, aware enough to not choke him but clutching onto him like her life depended on it, because it did. There was nothing that would get her to let go. And now that he was holding her, she could finally feel herself breathe again.

They were both silent as he flew them away from the building, away from all of the bad men who wished them harm, away from where she felt for a moment she was falling to her death. The pit in her stomach from falling was gone, replaced with something else she couldn’t place. She still felt sick feeling her insides shaken so much, but it wasn’t just that. She felt a pull inside her, not in her stomach but maybe in her chest. She couldn’t know for sure, still barely able to think or process what was going on. The only thing she knew for sure at that moment was that she felt well and truly safe wrapped up in Joaquin’s arms.

Joaquin finally landed them on the roof of another building, much much shorter than the one she had jumped from and miles away. With the way she was clutching onto his back, he knew she could use a moment to stand on her own two legs and catch her breath. Once his feet touched the ground, he slowly eased her down as well, taking care to handle her gently for fear of causing her any more grief. His arms didn’t leave her even as she got her footing, nor did they when she leaned heavily against him once she was standing. She was still gripping him for dear life, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He was sure he was holding her in a similar way.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes. He always made sure that she was, and if she wasn’t, he always did what he could to help.

“…Yeah,” she answered slowly, barely audible if it weren’t for her mouth being so close to his ear. “Just… need a minute.”

Joaquin knew that they didn’t have a minute. He should’ve already been with his superior by now, finishing up with the debrief as they waited for Sam and Bucky to return as well. But he wasn’t concerned with any of that right now. The only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms, shaking like a leaf as she tried to calm down. For her, he would make the time.

He readjusted his arms around her so that he was hugging her instead, one arm around her waist while the other came up to her shoulders, his hand holding her head against him and stroking her hair. He tried to steady his breathing in a way that she could follow, willing his own heart rate to slow down as he tried to help her calm down.

She wasn’t the only one who had felt like they were endlessly falling. The only difference was, his had been slow and steady, hardly noticing it was happening until it hit him all at once. And he knew he would fall again and again if it meant getting to hold her like this.

#joaquin torres #joaquín torres #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x reader #joaquín torres x reader #joaquín torres imagine #joaquín torres x ofc #joaquin torres x ofc #danny ramirez #tfatws #tfatws fic #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel oc #marvel reader insert #tfatws fanfic

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pez3639 · 3 years

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would anyone, and i mean anyone, be interested in a joaquin torres x shield agent! reader? this poor boy is so underrated and i love him very much.

like, PLS

#tfatws #joaquin torres #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #danny ramirez #self insert #pls i love him

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fluffyprettykitty · 8 months

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Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

#selenes sleepovers #summer sleepover

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redwingstan · 1 year

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requesting rules!

What I Do:

-sfw - angst or fluff

-Headcannons (I LOVE DOING THESE)

-Requests that include a prompt/no prompt

-fem or gn reader

What I don't do:

-nsfw/smut

-extreme gore, suicide, verbal/physical assault, incest, etc

-character x character, character x oc, character x sibling!reader

Who I write for:

Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Namor, Loki, Thor, Torres, Clint Barton, Kingo

#redwingstan #sam wilson x reader #bucky x reader #namor x reader #loki x reader #joaquin torres x reader #clint barton x reader #thor x reader #muc x reader #mcu reader inserts #reader insert rules #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction

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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 years

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Call It What You Want (3/5) - Druig x Reader

Summary: The prospect of their mortality and purpose is a truly frightening prospect for an immortal. What brings old friends closer together is the evident precipice of the end of the world in mere days. The likelihood of clashing heads with Druig is 11/10 when paired in an enclosed space.

Author’s Note: Enemies to lovers plot, spanning time periods. Send in requests for other fics (Druig, Joaquin Torres, Shang Chi, Bucky Barnes) in my inbox. Comment below if you’d like to be added to the taglist. OBVIOUSLY SPOILER FOR ETERNALS! Songs you could listen to: Demons (Hayley Kiyoko), All I Ask (Adele), All Too Well (Taylor Swift - can you tell I’m just so excited by the new album?)

Pairing: Druig x fem! Eternal Reader

Warnings: Slow burn enemies to lovers, slight angst, canon-level violence, character death

Word Count: 4.5K

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Music blares in her ears as she mouths the words to the song, tugging the bag over her shoulder. A rhythm in her step, Y/N hums as she pushes against the door of the archive building to make her way home. The street lights illuminate the pavement as she watches cars pass by. Crossing through a narrow street, Y/N cuts past restaurants and apartment buildings to quickly reach her suburban home. Stepping past a stray cat, she cautiously steps in the dark to cross a corner. Tilting her head, Y/N assesses her surroundings as the sensation of eyes on her triggers a discomforting tug in her chest. Her eyes narrow as she continues walking unaffected, mouthing along to the lyrics under her breath,

‘Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head’

‘Please forgive me, I’ve got demons in my head’

Her head swishes around, a flicker of the light catching her eye. She quietly stepped toward the source of the disturbance. Her feet stopped in front of the line where the light reached into the dark alley. Her music continues to blare as she scans her surroundings closely. A sudden crackle behind Y/N causes her to jump and raise her hand in defence, heart thrumming in her chest dangerously. The clash of a bottle against a wall surrounded from above, a yell following. She notices the light on inside the apartment and steadies her breath, dismissing the disturbance as simply paranoia. Her eyes shut, a sigh of relief as Y/N continues on her path home as a tired wave begs to overcome her.

Approaching the front of her house, she finds her keys in her duffle and inserts them in her front door. The key unlocks the door with a click and she twists the knob and steps through the door. A wave of uncertainty hits Y/N’s senses as she enters her home causing her to freeze and halt in her step. She removes her airpods, quietly removing her bag and leaving it on the floor as she assesses her surroundings. Hands at her side, she cautiously walks into her front room for the source of the feeling. Her head dips down as she closes her eyes and purses her lips. A breeze on her neck whips her head and a kitchen knife flies into her hand, hovering in front of the intruder. Y/N’s eyes narrow at the intruder, expecting anyone except for Sersi who stands unwillingly with a knife to her throat. She backs away from the weapon, an inch away from having her neck sliced.

“Sersi?” a look of bewilderment takes over Y/N as she drops the knife onto a table and launches herself at the woman. Y/N closes her eyes in relief, holding onto Sersi tightly after many years.

“It’s been a while.” she nods, embracing Y/N back eagerly.

“That is an understatement.” Y/N smiles, “What are you doing breaking into my house?” she remarks, confusion laced as her brows furrowed.

“Don’t you mean, what are we doing breaking into your house?” a familiar voice pipes up.

She looks at Sersi walking further into the room, seeing Kingo and Sprite, “Okay, why do I have a feeling there’s something more than a visit ahead?” she hums, gaze flickering between the two. A smirk slides over her features as she glances over the familiar faces.

“We’re sorry to barge in like this, but…something’s happened.” sorrow laced in her voice.

A pang of anxiety runs through Y/N as she nods, taking a seat on her couch in preparation, “Fill me in.” she leans back in the seat.

With a nod, Sersi clasps her hands as she perches herself on the opposite couch, delving into the verse of Ajak’s passing. Upon learning of Ajak’s death, a blank expression overtook Y/N’s eyes as she blinked at Sersi in tandem. Kingo watched worriedly as she sighed and straightened her back, a hand held to her mouth as she coped with the news.

There wasn’t anything they couldn’t heal from or fight against. They were immortal and invulnerable - to most it seemed. They’d lived for over seven thousand years together and the prospect that one of them could die was a frightening reckoning to set on a person.

“There’s more.” Sersi informed her, delving into the true purpose of the Eternals and the timeline for Earth’s Emergence. Her eyes flickered up at this point as she contemplated the resolve of her entire being after millennia of following orders. All those worlds they’d helped destroy. Believing undoubtedly in a mission only to discover the true horrors of it all.

“I can’t believe after everything she didn’t tell any of us.” Y/N whispered, leaning into her fist as she stared at the floor.

“It’s a lot to take in.” Sersi rested her hand on Y/N’s shoulder comfortingly.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s a lot for you to dump in one sitting.” rubbing her eyes in exhaustion.

Kingo jumped in, “Sorry to cut in, but we’re on a timeline. We need to get to the next location soon.”

She stood from her chair, “What do you mean?”

“It’s an entire reunion,” Sprite remarked, causing Y/N to look around and sigh.

“I thought you’d be more excited, Y/N. We’re going to see your favourite person.” Kingo smirked, tugging his arm around her shoulders. Her eyes furrowed as she looked at Kingo as he laughed and Sprite rolled her eyes at his antics.

“We’re going to need all of us if we’re going to stop this.” Sersi affirmed, “Druig is the only one who can do this.”

“It’s where we’re going next.” Kingo shared as Y/N nodded, appearing unaffected despite the evident surge of panic, or was it excitement? It had been almost five thousand years since the Eternals were all together. Since she had last seen Druig before her eyes. It was a long time to hold feelings and unanswered questions stirred up eons ago. Where they left off was a balance of teetering between personal barriers and something more. It all left off when she suddenly became aware of a part of her that could possibly care and miss Druig’s presence in a curious way that muddled her brain.

For the past few millennia, Y/N had moved across continents, changed her name hundreds of times and taken on several occupations. It was always a game of seeing how long she could shift around somewhere until aging, or rather the lack thereof, became an observable issue. In the past few years, she had settled herself in a small city in Argentina where she focused on keeping her head down. Well, she supposed that part was over now that the world was on the precipice of ending. Sersi watched her cautiously, gauging her reaction as the woman exhaled deeply and looked between the trio.

“Well, I suppose we better go then.” she mused, patting Kingo on the back as she nodded toward Sprite and headed out.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. It just wasn’t the same without our unmatched humour.” Kingo tugged her toward the door as she locked up.

“I sure noticed your absence.” She smirked as he dropped his mouth in mock aghast at her jab. “I hear you’re a movie star.” her eyes perked up in surprise, as he laughed and Sprite rolled her eyes, “Can we move along?”

Sersi nodded, leading her ahead while Kingo and Y/N lingered behind them.

“I have to catch you up on everything. So much has happened.” He tugged her along.

“While I’d love to, Kin, I think I’d prefer the shorter version. What with the emotional load I just got.”

“Right, right, first preference it is.” he nodded, updating her. Ikaris was still as bland as ever, Gilgamesh and Thena were back from their time of solitude, Sprite had been moving around but Sersi had settled in London. Now they had to make their way to collect Makkari, Phastos and Druig, beginning with the telepath.

“How are you doing with that by the way?” He looked over at her as they walked through the streets toward their transport.

“Fine, how else would I be?” she nodded, glancing away from Kingo to look at the apartment buildings as they walked. Her head turned away, completely avoiding his watchful eyes.

“How are you really?” he insisted, tugging Y/N’s arm to encourage her to open up.

“We’re just going to regroup and save the Earth. Nothing big, right?” she mused, forcing a smile on her mouth, “Not like our lives haven’t been an entire lie.” as a lump formed in her throat.

“At least I can tell you I know how it feels.” Kingo surmised, offering a smile of assurance, “I meant about…you know.” referencing the anticipation of seeing him again after several millennia.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m not sure what answer everyone wants. It's great to see you guys again, but-I’ve been alone for so long so frankly it's a bit of an adjustment. Not something I can’t get over though.” a smile softening her features at being reunited with her close friends.

“It’ll be just like old times, I’m sure.” Kingo murmured, earning a laugh from Y/N as she raised her eyebrows, “Not so sure that’ll be the best time, but sure.” she nodded in agreement.

***

The sound of crickets and nature resounded around the group as they walked through the humid forest of the Amazon toward the village where Druig was living. Kingo’s voice filled the silence as they wandered, narrating to his valet, Karun, who recorded on a camera. Ikaris walked behind them, Sersi not too far with Sprite who swatted flies in annoyance. Thena and Gilgamesh stuck together, never too far as Y/N lingered behind in apprehension. Thoughts bothered her, running through a continuous loop of what to expect. When it came to Druig, it was difficult to anticipate his response.

While their mission was hanging on Druig’s assistance in putting a Celestial to sleep, Y/N had an inkling of a feeling he’d be a little apprehensive to help them, given where they had left off in Tenochtitlan. Druig’s character was always led by a passive response and morality overpowering the alleged mission Ajak had informed them of. None of them could have anticipated the truth behind their mission, surprise lacing through Y/N as a realisation transpired. The fact that Druig’s sense of morality could have been the factor that set them free previously had they considered the consequences of blind loyalty.

A silence cut through as the group wandered onward and Y/N’s feet stopped. Her head circled the surrounding forest as a foreboding feeling she was being watched swayed over her head. An intimidating aura encases her senses as she shuts her eyes and concentrates. Her eyes flicker behind her eyelids until the sensation releases, a muddled mind remaining. A hand grips her shoulder and shakes her from her daze.

She gazes up at Gilgamesh’s concerned face, “What’s wrong?”

“I-I've been having this feeling.”, their lingering figures caused the rest of the group to halt and look behind as Gilgamesh hovered over Y/N worriedly, “Like I’m being watched.” her vision darts to the group apprehensively.

Sprite looked ahead, “We must be getting closer to Druig then.”

“No, it’s not-this sense, whatever it is, it’s something vicious.” she breathed, clenching her hands at her sides nervously.

“Be on guard.” Ikaris ordered, his own eyes darting around the forest as they proceeded along. As people grew closer in sight, Sprite walked ahead and spoke to the locals in spanish to ask around for Druig. Y/N caught on how all of the locals had the familiar golden glow to their eyes.

“It’s nice to see you, Sprite.” the man responded, looking toward a set of doors that swung open.

“Speak of the devil,” Y/N murmured under her breath, pretending not to notice his eyes linger up and down her figure as he scanned the group. Filing in the room, they spread and took seats throughout the room, “Make yourself at home,” Druig’s voice drawled. An overbearing silence echoes after Sersi finishes recapping everything for Druig.

“Right. So you want me to drop everything and put a Celestial to sleep?” Druig scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Look, I know it seems impossible, but you’re the only one of us that can do this.”

“I’m perfectly aware it can be done, but you can’t just expect to drop on a person that their entire existence is a lie and that they need to save a place they’ve been waiting forever to leave.” Druig muses as the tension builds in the room.

“We have three days before the Emergence, we don’t have time.” Sersi urges.

Y/N’s eyes study Druig, narrowing as he wanders toward the door,

“Yeah, but my desire to die is a lot lower on the list, I’ll have to pass.”

She gasps out a laugh, drawing their attention to her. Druig’s eyes stare into her as an uncomfortable silence settles, everyone assessing her as she glances around. Her eyes focus on Druig as she tilts her head, “You’re still as intolerable as ever.”

“Your company is always a pleasure, Y/N.” Druig nodded, glancing over at her seated figure.

“I had a feeling you’d be a little apprehensive before we arrived.” she settles in her seat, making eye contact with Druig, “Time has taught me that while you learn a couple things, people don’t change that much at all.” she drawls. “You know, I really don’t understand what goes on in that head of yours.”

“You’re not meant to.” Druig snaps, sliding his hands in his pockets.

“Have you really been here all this time? Doing what?” she inquires, standing from her seat to slowly approach him.

“Not really your area of concern is it?” Druig mocked, “I’m more interested in your obsession with me.”

Her glare hardened, “I’m sure enslaving an entire village is a priority of yours. Quite hypocritical of you, no?”

The remaining Eternals’ eyes focus on the pair, expecting this type of behaviour. Given time, emotions heighten and build for no outlet. Sersi cautiously watches as Y/N’s berates Druig, an essence of sadness lingering behind her eyes with each question. Sprite murmurs something about someone stepping in to stop them before it escalates but Kingo halts her as Karun pulls out a camera.

“This wouldn’t even be a problem if you wouldn’t make one out of it.” Druig snaps.

“How does that make it okay?” she exclaims, moving into his personal space, “What are you trying to achieve here?”

She’s close enough to stare up into his deep blue eyes as she halts, aware of the watching group, “Do you really even care at all?” she whispers, a sombre look overtaking her face. A realisation hits Druig, a realisation it was not the people she was referring to at all.

“No,” Druig forces out of his mouth, instantly regretting it with her reactive response as she steps back from him apprehensively as if he attacked her.

“I suppose I was right then. You’ll always leave us behind.” she echoed, glancing at Kingo and Karun’s camera angled toward her and Druig. She clenched her jaw, holding back from the stinging sensation in her eyes as she waved her hand and sent the camera flying into the wall as a last fit of anger. She avoided their gaze and retreated from the room, halting at Kingo standing in front of her path.

“Kin, respectfully, get out of my way.”

A concerned look in his eyes, his eyes softened as he hesitantly moved to the side and allowed her to pass. She stomped down the steps and wandered out of the room, watching as glowing eyes followed her. A spite of rage ran through her body as she ignored their stares and stormed through the forest. Finding a quiet spot, she slumped down and leaned her elbows on her knees. Her breaths cut through the quiet sense of nature as she leaned back against the tree and shut her eyes.

The picturesque setting brought an aura of calm over her body as she breathed in the fresh air. Gulping down the pressure building in her throat, she swiped her sleeves over her eyes and settled in her seat. Thoughts passed through her mind as she considered the striking effect Druig’s words implicated. Five minutes with Druig and it was all over again. A repeated cycle of ups and downs destined to continue the vicious pattern despite what Sersi told her all those years ago. Kingo’s words usually offered a reprieve in moments as such, but Y/N only sought out a moment of mercy where she could imagine them at ease. She couldn’t recall the last time they hadn’t been at odds, or if there ever was a time.

The sense of approaching footsteps caused her head to shoot around and seek out the figure. She scoffed at Druig’s figure, his robe absent to reveal a grey sleeveless shirt. Y/N ignored him as his feet stopped next to her and he planted himself next to her. Her head didn’t even turn to him as she focused on staring at the tree ahead of her.

“What are you doing?” he murmured as she ignored him, remaining silent.

“The silent treatment.” Druig surmised, “Thought we were old enough for that.” as her eyes glance at him in her periphery and she clasps her hands, disappearing from his sight. Druig glances around and sighs, relaxing against the tree as he extends and crosses his legs over each other.

“Alright, I understand.” Druig drawls, closing his mouth as he scans the forest for a flicker of the cloaking concealing her body from his sight.

“You do realise I can still hear your thoughts, love.” he chuckles lightly, pointing out the evident flaw in her plan to disappear and avoid the awaiting conversation between them. A twig whips out and smacks his head as he grimaces and rubs the back of his head.

“Okay, I deserved that,” Druig whispered, sighing with no sign of her in his visible sight. Crossing his arms, Druig listened to his surroundings and pondered their past conversation. It had been a long time since he reviewed that night and longer since he thought of visiting any of them. Although, there always was a thought that crossed his mind. Of looking, reaching out, and possibly even asking for forgiveness. Maybe just a chance to make amends. With the sudden revelation of their true purpose rupturing a crisis within all of them and the prospect of mortality, it was a very real experience for Druig as he considered the past of their relationship.

“I know we don’t get along-and this might be a surprise, but I kind of missed you.” he chuckled, rubbing his forehead, “I suppose a few thousand years with people forms attachments.”

A scoff resounds through Druig’s head as he catches an essence of Y/N’s thoughts as he grimaces, “I truly have been here the whole time and sometimes I found myself thinking about that night. Everyone’s thoughts were loud, but above them all, I could hear yours the clearest.”

Y/N turned to her right to glance at Druig as she quietly listened.

“All I-all I wanted to say was, I heard you.” Druig turned to her, “I do. Even when you think I don’t or when I-when I hurt you.”

Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest as she took in his words and collapsed against the tree, allowing her body to reform in his sight. A beat passed, Druig’s head tipping upward at the sight of her figure next to him. She softened her expression and exhaled deeply to break her silence.

“I hear you,” she mumbled, mustering up a whisper of a smile as she relaxed next to him.

“I’ve regretted a few things in my life, one of them being that I didn’t speak up louder when I agreed with your fight.” she murmured, looking back at him, “I may not understand everything you do, but I would have stood by it-you.”

“There’s something I never thought you’d ever say,” Druig smirked, shaking his head as he chuckled. Y/N bit her cheek and leaned against her knees, “Don’t get used to it.” she coughed, a glimpse of a smile growing on her face.

Y/N’s heart picked up, her throat tightening with the words forming in her mouth, “There’s something else I need to tell you-” her voice is cut off with the loud screams resounding from the village.

“What was that?” she asks, that same foreboding feeling running along her arms. She glances at Druig as his eyes glow and he leaps to his feet, Y/N joining him as he takes the lead toward the screams.

At the sight of the Deviant swishing its tail dangerously, Y/N halted and swung her arm in front of Druig as she assessed the environment.

“Stay here.” she ordered, leaping into action before he could disagree. Y/N launched off the ground and intercepted the Deviant before it could attack Sersi who laid in a pile after having crashed into the hut. Lacing her arms around its neck, she backed away and drew the creature down as it swung wildly. Y/N flung her arm outwards and drew planks of wood toward her, forming a defensive wall in the creature’s path as it darted toward the humans. It sneered, puffing hot air as it darted toward her, snaring its tail around and whipping it as she turned intangible. The tail zoomed through where she stood as Y/N vaulted for the Deviant, pulling it toward her and pounding attacks into its side. It screeched in pain several times, wildly whipping its tail around until it struck, Y/N’s scream echoing through the forest as she released her hold. Wincing as she gripped her back in pain, the falter in her step allowed time for the Deviant to batter its head into Y/N and launch her into a tree.

The firing of shotguns came to her rescue as the Deviant whined, screeching as several rounds tucked into its impenetrable hide. Druig stood on the side, a circle of his enthralled men firing rounds. To her surprise, Druig moved with precise action as he dodged attacks and flipped over its tail. He tucked into a roll and landed into a crouch, picking up his weapon and firing before flipping over its back and blasting it again.

Her voice got through to him as he fired off another round, “Druig! Let them go!”

“Now is not the time, Y/N!” he disagreed, cocking his shotgun while she gripped his shoulders and urged Druig to see reason.

“We don’t have time! Let them go or they’ll die.” she urged, pushing him to the ground as the tail knocked into her and she was sent sprawling twenty feet. A groan escaped her mouth as she rolled up and leapt off the ground to the creature, ramming into its side. Landing repeated punches into the Deviant, Y/N’s swung over its back to buy Druig some time for the humans.

“Go! Get to the river!” Druig yelled, cocking his shotgun as he sprinted and dodged the whip of the tail. Waving her hand outward, Y/N pushed and launched the Deviant into a cabin, crushing it to bits. It suddenly leaped out and tackled Y/N as she flew back, the Deviant’s mouth at her eye-line as she grimaced. Her hands flew upward in shock, Druig’s shotgun blaring as he came to her rescue, flipping over the creature and landing firing a second time. The Deviant cowered and backed off her as it fell to the ground, allowing Y/N to scramble to her feet.

Sersi’s sudden interference arrived with the crystallized tree she sent crashing down over them as Druig gripped Y/N’s waist and rolled them away from harm. Breathing heavily, Y/N down at Druig who she laid on top of with shock. His blue eyes stared into her, gracing her face as he studied her for injuries. A flutter strung in her chest as she hid her flustered state and quickly moved off him. Druig accepted her outstretched hand and pulled him off the ground. They both watched as in mere seconds, the Deviant circled Sersi and she launched herself into the lake, pulling up the water in a case around them.

“Sersi!” she cried as Druig held her back from leaping into the water herself. A beat passed as they held their breath until the water crashed to the ground, revealing Sersi and a tree opposite her.

“How did she do that?” Y/N breathed out, glancing up at Druig who supported her.

“No idea.” he exhaled as they followed the Sersi and Ikaris to regroup with the others. Druig cautiously walked next to Y/N as they wandered through the forest, halting behind a crouched figure, catching Kingo and Sprite’s rigid postures and horrified expressions.

A pang hit Y/N, threatening to cripple her with Thena’s sobs resounding through the forest. Her mouth gaped seeing her hovering over Gilgamesh’s limp body. His eyes lay frozen in time, the remaining Eternals looming in a circle in mourning. Tears wet her cheeks, a deafening silence filling her ears even as a hand rested on her shoulder. Her chest shuddered with each breath as she sobbed for the loss of her friend, clenching her fists at her side. A hand reached for her own, releasing her grip to offer support. Through the tears, she shut her eyes and her resolve faltered for just a moment. Allowing herself to embrace their hold, she swallowed the tightness in her throat as her vision blurred. Opening her eyes, Y/N glanced up at Druig who stared at Thena’s grieving figure solemnly. He didn’t turn to look at her as expected, although he squeezed her hand comfortingly and through the tide, she responded as well. Y/N glanced around at her family and pledged to seek out recompense for their loss.

With the hand in her grasp, she sighed and dipped her head as a wave of grief settled over them. Unbeknownst to them both, Sersi and Kingo shared a look as they caught a glimpse of their joined hands. Druig glances down at her and a pang of sorrow runs through his mind, a trigger from their collective mourning of Gilgamesh. A silence settles over the forest, a solemn sensation overwhelming the Eternals even as time progressed unfavorably and fate opposed everything in their favor. Despite the uncertainty waking, she took solace in the relief he offered, all thoughts of the mystifying action in the past as she looked forward to the near future.

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