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I really do love that Batman is supposed to be this super strict and tough badass who has his rules and doesn’t budge on them for shit; to the point where unless they get express permission, the metas that literally make up his superhero team and closest companions aren’t even allowed to step foot in his city.

and then his kids come along and his entire backbone just falls apart at the seams.

Tim, walking into the cave and interrupting an online JL meeting: sorry just grabbing the bleach!

Bruce, pausing: what do you need bleach for?

Tim: oh, Jason killed another guy and wants help with the cleanup.

Bruce:

The JL, who know Batman as the strict ‘no kill guy’:

Bruce:

Bruce: …but just one? he only killed one, right?

Tim: yeah.

Bruce:

Bruce: bleach is over there

JL: ?!?!?!

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Superman, video calling Bruce: i know you don’t allow metas in Gotham, but there’s a crossover between a job i’m on in Metropalis and a deal i believe to be going down in Gotham, so i was hoping that-

Bruce: no. send me the case, i’ll sort it. stay out of my city.

Superman: Bruce-

Duke appearing in the background of the call: B! COME LOOK AT THIS SHIT, I FIGURED OUT A NEW WAY TO USE MY POWERS!

Bruce: that’s great, chum! I’ll be right there!

Superman:

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Batman: I will not have guns in my household.

Damian: you understand that both Pennyworth and Drake have firearms in the manor, correct?

Batman:

The JLA:

Batman: when did Tim get a gun?

Damian: when Todd took him and I to a shooting range and gifted us them.

Batman:

Batman: …you have a gun too?

Damian: i do.

Batman: but not in the manor right?

Damian: of course not.

Batman: oh thank g-

Damian, pulling out a handgun: i keep mine on me

Batman: oh my god-

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Fault Lines Outtakes: Germination

summary: you see joaquin in different light for the first time. based on this brilliant ask i got from the lovely ips anon <3

pairing: joaquin torres x ex!winter soldier!f!reader

contents: mentions of canon typical manipulation/abuse/sexual abuse & coercion, reader experiences arousal of her own volition for the first time, joaquin is PERFECT, kissing, consensual sexual tension

wc: 1,675

an: the next part of fault lines is here and while it’s a little out of order, I couldn’t stop thinking about this part and i love it so bad that i had to post it. i hope yall enjoy!!!

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You round the corner, and go completely still. Joaquin is standing in his bedroom— our bedroom he continues to tell you when you call it his— with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

You’ve seen men shirtless before, seen men completely naked before. In the field, in training, in fights. When skin was pressed against skin during assignments you try not to think about. None of it ever meant anything, none of it was ever real. It was just mission, function, survival— sex served purpose. Bodies weren’t real back then; not theirs…not yours.

But this?

Joaquin isn’t trying to provoke. He’s not performing. He’s not trying to seduce you, control you, break you. He’s just existing.

And your body—unguarded and startled—flares hot in a way it never has before.

Your breath catches.

Because Joaquin is beautiful. Not just his body, though that alone would be enough—the soft strength of his chest, the stretch of his shoulders, the way the low light traces over his skin—but because he’s safe. And that’s the most dangerous thing of all.

You snap your gaze away, guilt sinking in. The twist in your stomach, the flicker between your thighs—it scares you. You’ve never wanted like this before. Never wanted ever, not truly. It was all constructed by a command, it had no consequences.

But now? Now this is yours.

And that makes it worse.

He trusts you. He cares about you. He isn’t expecting anything.

And here you are, trembling like you’ve crossed some invisible line, like you’ve seen something you weren’t meant to see and let it touch you.

You close your fists tight, trying to breathe past it.

It’s not just the wanting. It’s the fear.

Because if you let yourself feel this, if you let yourself have it, what happens when it all goes wrong? What happens when he finally sees how ruined you really are?

“Baby?”

You blink. “Hmm?”

“Que pasó? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I— nothing.”

“You can tell me anything,” he reminds you softly, running a hand through his damp hair. It’s not meant to be sexual or seductive but you take a ragged breath, your palms growing slicker.

The truth slips out without you meaning it to. That keeps happening with him, not being able to keep your guard up, not being able to lie.

“I’ve never wanted something— someone before,” you tilt your head like you're observing not only him, but yourself. “Not on my own. It’s never been my choice, someone’s always told me. Seeing you like this, I don’t…I don’t know everything I’m feeling. It’s s-scaring me a little.”

Joaquin stays quiet, his movements slowing down. His eyes start to track yours, how your gaze roams him naively, gently.

He swallows roughly, his mouth going dry at the idea of you seeing him that way. He hasn’t touched you since he brought you home, not like that. There’s been moments of softness, cuddling and holding you, bathing you even when you have a really rough day. But you haven’t even kissed again because he wants you to take the lead. He wasn’t sure you would ever get there and he’s been coming to terms with that.

You wanting him? It comes out of left field and it winds him.

“You mean me?” he asks, wanting to be sure he’s reading the situation correctly.

You read the shock in his voice all wrong. “Is that weird?”

“No, no. That’s not what I meant— I just, I want to make sure we do this right. That I’m doing this right, doing right by you. I didn’t want to assume something and possibly hurt you. I didn’t know you wanted me like that…yet.”

“I didn’t know I could want you like that at all. I hoped that I could but I didn’t know what it would mean or how it would look and now…” you get a little distracted by a drop of water that rolls down his neck, his chest—

With you being honest with him, Joaquin sees how he’s affecting you and his cheeks burn. He shifts his weight, gripping the towel around his waist tighter, like he’s just realizing it’s all he’s wearing.

“Why don’t you sit for me and I’ll get dressed? So we can talk some more, querida.”

“Ok,” you breathe so softly it’s a whisper.

Joaquin dips into the closet and you take a seat on the bed— on your bed that you share with him. You’re acutely aware of all the times you’ve laid side by side, of how it feels to have his chest pressed to your back with his arms around you.

When he comes out, he’s in shorts and a t-shirt. He hesitates in the doorway. “Can I come closer?”

You don’t trust your voice, so you nod.

He approaches carefully, like you’re something sacred—like this moment is—and sits down on the edge of the bed beside you. He smells warm, like clove and salt, and his hair is still damp. It isn’t helping so you stare forward, your hands clamped together.

“I know this is the first time you’re thinking about this, about me this way. It’s not weird, it’s not unhealthy or unusual. It’s new to you, but it’s not wrong or something for you to be ashamed of.”

“No?”

“No,” he murmurs firmly, reaching for one of your hands and lacing your fingers together. “I think about you, about us like that.”

“Often?”

He squeezes your hand, his cheeks going red again. There’s a laugh in his voice as he says, “Hey, I’m not a complete horndog.”

It lightens whatever’s happening between you and you can’t help but laugh too.

“I think about it and I will think about but I’m not pushing you. I’m not rushing this, we have our entire lives to figure out how we want to be together. I figured you’d let me know when you’re ready— if that time comes.”

Our entire lives. You note the finality of that, the security of it and tuck it away to examine later. In this moment, it makes your heart settle.

“And now that you know I can feel that way?”

He raises your hand to his mouth, kissing it delicately. And when your eyes meet again, there’s something in them that’s just as tender as there is scorching. His voice is lower, sending something warm through your blood. “Now I wait for you to tell me what you need and when you need it. Until then…I stay and take care of you, just like I have been.”

Your hand stays in his. You don’t let go.

And he doesn’t rush you—doesn’t move an inch closer. Just stays beside you, steady and warm, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

That small touch sends a quiet shiver through you.

You shift, turning slightly toward him. His eyes catch yours again, soft and open, and something in your chest pulls taut. That same fear stirs—the one that says you’re too much, you’re not enough, you shouldn’t want this—but this time, you don’t let it win.

You lean in, slow and tentative, but sure enough that he feels it. His eyes widen just slightly, not with surprise, but something almost awe like. And when you press your mouth to his, you feel the way he exhales into it—like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.

It’s not delicate. It’s not fumbling, either.

It’s still new, still careful—but it’s deeper than the last time. Your lips part a little, your hand drifting up to rest lightly on his chest, feeling the heartbeat there. His hands stay where they are, gripping the edge of the bed like he’s anchoring himself, letting you lead. So you reach out for one, guide it to the slope of your jaw to see what it means for him to touch like this.

The warmth inside you grows.

You tilt your head, kiss him again—more pressure this time, more heat. Your teeth graze his lower lip and his breath stutters, but he doesn’t take over, doesn’t change the rhythm.

He just lets you have it. Lets you have him.

When you finally pull back, your chest rises and falls a little faster. He’s flushed, lips pink, but his eyes are on you—steady, asking.

“I wanted to see what that felt like,” you whisper.

His voice is rough, but quiet. “And?”

Your eyes flutter closed for a second to let his question sink it. How did it feel? You feel yourself growing shy as you try to formulate an answer. “Um—good. Real. I wanted it.”

“I know,” he says, reverent. “I could feel it.”

His voice is rougher now, like her kiss left something raw in him, and his breathing isn’t steady—he draws in a slow breath through his nose like he’s trying to ground himself. Joaquín watches you closely, sees the way your gaze dips and your cheeks flush. You’re not just shy—you’re flustered. Not because you’re uncertain, but because something about his voice—strained and wanting—did something to you.

That flicker of response doesn’t go unnoticed. It sparks something in him, tender and protective all at once. But he doesn’t push. He just shifts slightly closer, enough for the warmth between you to deepen.

You don’t have the words for it—not really—but your stomach twists and your thighs press together slightly, instinctive and warm. You’ve never let yourself want something just because. Never felt desire stir in response to someone else’s need. But hearing him like this—because of you—makes heat coil low in your belly.

You look away, cheeks flushing, the weight of it too much all at once. It’s overwhelming, but not bad. Just new. Just real.

And this time, when he leans in—not to kiss you, just to rest his forehead against yours—you let your eyes flutter shut and breathe in the scent of him, warm and clean and real.

You chose this. Chose him.

It’s doesn't feel as terrifying as it felt the day you left him, or the day you returned.

It feels good.

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JUST A FRIEND TO YOU

PAIRING: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Female!Reader

SUMMARY: Bucky is so much more than just a friend to you…

WARNINGS: Pining, Hurt/Comfort, assumed unrequited feelings, happy end, SHORT, NOT PROOFREAD.

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Why does Bucky hug you like this?

Like he never wants to let you go. Like you’ll fade away if he lifts a finger. And he’s warm, comfortable, safe…it’s scary how much you feel for him just from one hug.

Every act, every touch from him is somehow intimate…if you’re in private that is.

He’s recently started kissing you. Not on the cheek, or the forehead…

On the lips.

And it’s not just a peck either, his lips always move against yours, tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth. It takes your breath away, makes you nearly dumb, because you don’t think about it until after he’s gone home, and you’re left alone.

Then the tears come.

You’d been best friends with Bucky for years, and it didn’t take long for you to develop feelings for him. You were in love with him, and he didn’t even know.

Or maybe he did? Every bit of the way he treated you was as if he was your boyfriend. But that was only behind closed doors. In public or in front of his friends, he acted as if you two were JUST friends.

It hadn’t necessarily been an issue…at first. You welcomed the behavior becaus it was something you’d dreamt of, something you craved from him. But as time progressed and months passed, you began to realize that this wasn’t normal.

Part of you expected him to admit that he was in love with you too, but that never came.

You had to be careful with the words you used. ‘I love you’ was always on the tip of your tongue, but you never said those three words. The thought of him ceasing all romantic advances and admitting he didn’t feel the same way was eating at you.

Was it because of the way you looked?

He didn’t acknowledge any romantic feelings in public and that made you think it was because of your size. Maybe you weren’t his type? Why would he kiss you then?

You weren’t skinny by any means, but Bucky had always lifted you up when you felt down about your weight, or appearance.

Too many questions and not enough answers.

This particular night, Bucky was nearly on top of you, his lips moving desperately against yours. You were like putty in his arms. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t resist his advances. He knew how to win you over.

A soft grunt left your lips as your fingers raked through his curls and he pulled back almost immediately, meeting your eyes.

You thought you’d done something wrong, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. Bucky’s pupils were dilated as the hand that wasn’t gripping your face gently squeezed at your hip, enticing a gasp from you.

“Yeah? Y’like this?” He asked before diving right back in, leaning down to connect his lips to your kiss bitten ones.

Oh god did you like this. You fucking loved it. As much as it would hurt later, you didn’t care. He was addictive, like a drug, and you couldn’t get enough.

The high wouldn’t last long though.

He soon had to go home. Not without wrapping you in a hug. One you melted into.

The next day, you had lunch and drinks with a few mutual friends, and Bucky just…ignored you.

It was deliberate to be mean, he was just focused on everyone else. He didn’t hold your hand, hug you when you arrived, and he barely even gave you a second glance.

What was he so ashamed of?

And so you snapped, you couldn’t do this anymore, not like this.

You stood from the table and said goodbye to everyone, noting that you didn’t feel well.

“We hope you feel better” One of your friends commented, and that’s when you decided to jab at Bucky a bit, hoping for some kind of reaction.

“Me too, I have a date later tonight…I’ll let you all know how it goes” You spoke, taking notice of how Bucky’s head shot up to look at you, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of meeting your eyes before you left.

What you’d done might have been childish, but Bucky needed to know that you were upset. That you weren’t exclusive, especially if he wasn’t going to acknowledge anything in public.

And you didn’t want him to eat your face, just hold your hand, or kiss your cheek. Just assurance that he wasn’t afraid to show you off. There was no clarity in what kind of relationship you had.

Bucky was so much more than just a friend to you.

You ignored his calls and texts that night.

You couldn’t bring yourself to even look. He definitely cared, that much was true. But not enough to make your relationship official. It hurt.

You were lounging in the living room when the knocks came.

Part of you knew who it was, but you weren’t ready to admit it.

When you opened the door, you were surprised at the state of Bucky. His brows were furrowed and a worried expression was clad on his face.

He sighed in relief when he saw you were alright. He’d been texting and calling for hours and he thought something had happened.

“Sweetheart- aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” He asked and you sighed, shaking your head.

“He was a no show” You lied and Bucky didn’t seem to notice.

“You don’t deserve that”

“I don’t deserve this either, James” You said and he tilted his head in confusion, but then he realized, and the poor guy looked like a kicked puppy. “You’ve been fucking with my feelings for months now, and I’m done” You expressed.

“I didn’t know…” He tried to say but you scoffed and shook your head.

“You didn’t know? Is that the best excuse you have, Bucky?” You asked him, raising your voice a bit as you were angry.

“Is it because of the way I look? Am I too big for you?” You asked “Are you embarrassed of me?”

“Fuck- doll, I didn’t…shit…” He said and shook his head “I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt, I haven’t had feelings for anyone since the 40’s” He admitted.

“That’s no excuse though…I love you” He said and your world nearly stopped, your knees buckling a bit.

Bucky noticed and moved forwards, wrapping his arms around your waist securely. “You’re not too big for me, I’ve never cared about that” He said “If anything, that’s my favorite thing about you” He assured and you nodded up at him in a daze.

“I want you to be mine…please?” Bucky asked and you nearly couldn’t say no…not when he asked like that.

“Yes, yeah…I love you too, James” You said, your hands resting on his shoulders to steady yourself. “I didn’t actually have a date tonight” You admitted with a giggle.

“I figured…but I’m sorry that’s what it took to knock some sense into me” He apologized before leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “Can I..?” He muttered and you nodded.

His lips crashed onto yours with a passion you’d never felt before. And you got lost in it.

He kicked the door shut, and the rest of your night was spent with him showing you how much he loved you.

FIN.

A/N: Decided not to add an 18+ ending! Wanted to post something short n’ sweet!

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First Flight

Joaquin Torres x Reader

A close call with Joaquin leaves you telling Sam about the time he first took you flying.

A/N: Spoiler warning for Captain America: Brave New World!

“No good luck kiss?” You pulled his shoulder, stopping him from following Sam. There was chaos around you, his eyes were shifting in the red lights. You mustered up a smile, taking a firm hold of his hand. He rubbed your hand, unaware of your stalling. Sam could handle it, he’s fought worse than fighter jets before. Yet, you also know that Sam is just human, he relies on Joaquin’s strength. The two of them, the three of you, are a team, all relying on one another.

There was something else in his eyes, underneath that caring nature of his. A desperation to prove himself, to show Sam that giving him the wings wasn’t a mistake. He confides to you each night about wanting to prove himself, the same desperate fire in his eyes. It’s alluring, shaping your mind to forget about the danger that he constantly faces. You want him to prove himself, to show Sam that he entrusted the wings to the right person, but there’s something that’s holding you back. A little voice in the back of your head, a grip around your heart that causes it to stop. You want him to prove himself, but you find yourself thinking, not here, not now. But, you couldn’t tell him that, feeling, yet somehow knowing that your doubt will burn his wings.

His hand cupped the side of your face, he leaned into you, his lips were inches away from yours, and, “Torres, we need to go now!”

He sighed before kissing your forehead, “I’ll be safe, I promise.”

“Don’t be a dumbass,” your words cracked one last smile on his face before he disappeared down the hallway. It was a ritual between the two of you, first starting as a joke before turning into a promise. The two of you were on the cusp of becoming something more when you first whispered those words to him, right after he suited up for the first time.

You were scared then, watching him show off his new suit, excitement dripping off every word. You were scared that he wouldn’t come back, unable to articulate it, so you hid behind teasing and smiles. As time moved on, the more missions he went on, the more serious you two became, and your facade began to falter. You held him longer and kissed him harder each time before he left. Yes, your facade eventually broke, he wasn’t going against men with bullets or explosives, but he’s going against beings whose existence your mind can’t comprehend. He’s doing this alone, and it scares you. You have always been right there next to him, since training for the Air Force, the two of you face everything together.

At least, he comes back, he always comes back. He never fails at keeping that promise, and that soothes your heart.

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“And what if you don’t?” You hated how you couldn’t make out his face in the darkness of your bedroom, but you were also grateful for it. You could never have this conversation with his eyes on you.

“Don’t what?” He mumbled against your chest, burrowing closer to you.

“Come back,” you weren’t sure if he heard you.

“It’ll be fine,” he kissed you, which left you feeling cold.

“How could you be so sure?” You hated how worried you sounded, how it seems just now that you’re worried about the possibility of death, despite the job that you two have. But then, death, despite always being there, is controlled, it’s expected.

When he suits up, he’s going against the unexpected. He insists on doing things the right way, just like Sam, no serum. You have long stopped trying to convince him, the conversation giving way to an argument about your doubt: of his ideals, his readiness, of him. You just want more nights like this, you just want him to come back. All it took was for him to put on that suit for you to realize that you were taking him for granted.

“Because I have Sam, and,” you heard his smile, “I have the best eyes in the ground.”

“But-” he stopped you, silencing you with a kiss. He trusts your skills, so why can’t you trust his? Why are you so scared? It’s because, you thought, lightly tracing over his lips, you finally found something, for the first time in your life, that you don’t want to be taken from you. He’s more valuable than life itself.

“Don’t be a dumbass,” you recited those words, “Just come back to me, promise?”

Of course, now, that conversation from a million years ago, almost in a different reality, comes to you right now. It crept over, as if it was a haunting. Of course, the memory would appear now, when he’s dying in front of you.

After the first shock, nothing. No hand movement, no flutter of his eyes. You felt a coldness seep into you, burrowing beneath your clothes, and settling into your bones and heart. You bit the inside of your cheek, tapping your fingers against the glass. So close, yet so far. You felt your eyes beginning to burn, not daring to blink in case you missed the slightest rise of his chest. You watched the doctors with those same burning eyes, questioning everything that they were doing, as if you could save him. You wanted to do more, to snap him out of this, but you were useless. Your body became an anchor, heavy, taking up too much space. Please, you thought, Joaquin, please. You didn’t know how you were still standing. The chaos moments earlier, the feel of your heart being physically removed from your body at the news. His heart stopped. The same heart that you would feel beat underneath your fingertips, the same heart that you would fall asleep to when nights were rough, stopped.

Everyone around you was miles away, specs on the horizon. The only thing that you could focus on was him, causing you to ache. His face was emotionless, almost peaceful, unaware of the pain that he was causing. He was unrecognizable on the helicopter: with holes and tears exposing his damaged body and his suit charred beyond repair. He was burned, the wounds were blistering, turning his skin an ugly red color. Now, tubes are sticking out of him as doctors try to revive him. The longer you stared, the more hopeless you became. You closed your eyes, beginning to see double as you took deep breaths. Well, you tried, each breath left you shuddering, taking more oxygen than it was giving. Numb, that’s how you were, that’s how you felt. The world was falling beneath your feet, and all you could do was watch. You tried to stay grounded, counting the seconds until he started breathing again. You tried to ground yourself by looking for signs: a twitch of his fingers, a slight flutter of his eyes, you looked for anything to show that he was still with you. You wished that you could hear the doctors, that they would take off their masks so you could read their lips. Your head was pounding, the cologne from his military jacket a noose that was slowly tightening around your neck. Deep down, in the moments of silence when it’s just the two of you, you had always thought of this moment. What you would do, what you would say, how it would happen.

You just never prepared for being away from him when the time came.

Another shock from the AED caused his body to convulse, slightly coming off the operation table. The seconds felt like hours as you watched, waiting for something. You felt the nausea seep in, seeing the doctors shake their heads, everything was beginning to fade. You pressed your hand harder against the glass, feeling as if you were staring into an abyss. He kept on shrinking, pulling further away, as if the two were in the ocean. No matter how hard you tried to reach him, he just kept moving further, into the inkiness depths. Shrinking further and further away. Everything was shrinking: the room, your air, his time. “I should have told him that I love him,” you barely got out the words, feeling increasingly light-headed. You didn’t know where your heart went, forming in its place a gaping hole. You’ll never bear it, him being gone. You’ll always try to seek his voice, being a forever haze. “I … I,” you couldn’t talk.

“Breathe alright,” Sam’s words were distorted, his touch on your back was a million miles away, “He needs you more than anything else.”

“But how,” you finally turned away from him, “He’s in there, I’m over here. How the hell can I help him? Sam, he’s dying,” the last word ripped something out of you, killing the last piece of defiance that your mind had, “There’s nothing that I can do.”

Sam pulled you in for a hug, and for the first time, you finally felt present. You held Sam in a death grip, the tears that you were finally letting go of would no doubt leave a stain. “Faith,” Sam finally said, and you would have laughed at how cheesy it sounded, but you just held him tighter than before, “He’s a strong kid, you gotta have it. Believe in him, believe first.”

“Okay,” you breathed, “Okay.”

But it was hard, you felt your whole life riding on the third use of the AED. If it didn’t work, you would be lost. Mindlessly trying to fill a void that you’ll never satisfy. Every time you close your eyes, you are haunted by the last smile that he gave you. Baby please, you thought, I need you. You held your breath after the third round of shocks, praying, begging that this would bring him back to you. The seconds crawled before a doctor rushed to get an oxygen mask. You felt Sam squeeze your shoulder, whispering enthusiastic words of encouragement. More tears fell as you nearly tackled Sam in a hug, he’s going to be okay. One of the doctors interrupted the celebration to inform the two of you that Joaquin was in stable condition and that the operation would continue once his heart rate was at their satisfaction. You nodded, finally being able to take your seat next to Sam. Despite Joaquin being okay, you were still on edge, the thoughts of what if hanging like dark clouds on the horizon.

“Hey,” Sam interrupted your incoming doom, “Tell me your favorite memory of him, it’s getting gloomy in your eyes again.”

“Oh,” you look down, playing with the sleeves of his jacket, “I don’t know, they’re all great.”

Sam laughed, “You don’t know, stop lying.” You felt your face burn as the smallest smile began on your face. Of course, you had a favorite memory, but the blankness of your mind was akin to when people would ask you your top three hobbies, or describe yourself. You forget your existence. You took a sip of your coffee, almost spitting it out at the cold taste, thinking of a moment that was cemented in your mind. You heard Sam tease you, calling you an amazing girlfriend, which resulted in you punching his arm.

“Okay, okay, I got one,” you said, looking into the operating room, it seemed that they were going to start again, you took a breath, “It was when he first took me flying.”

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“Come fly with me,” it was the hundredth time or more, he had asked you that day, as he leaned over you from behind your seat.

“I think I’m okay,” you smiled at him, “And besides, I don’t want you to drop me.”

He rolled his eyes saying “wow”, as you shrugged. He got his wings a week ago, what you said could very well be a possibility. You still felt him behind you, before he pulled a seat next to you, close enough that your legs were resting against each other. It was nothing, yet you momentarily forgot what you were typing. A new occurrence, especially when he’s around, he makes you forget everything and crave moments like this, when it’s just the two of you. You glanced over at him, seeing that he was playing with a spare pen, his face resting on your desk. When his eyes met yours, he flashed a smile and you could have sworn that your soul was sent upwards. Every time he looks at you, it feels as if you’ve been hit by lightning. Another new occurrence.

“Come on,” he said, “It’ll be fun.”

You gave him a thumbs up, still skimming the files that Sam wanted you to look over. You wanted to go flying with him, ever since he got those wings, coupled with your crush, cheesy moments from movies flood your mind as he soars over you. It’s all you could think about, furthering these new occurrences. You wanted to fly with him, and then something more. You heard him sigh again, but he didn’t get up, moving even closer to you so his head could rest on your shoulder. You knew that he wanted to move, to do something, but he stayed, and it was nice. He’s been so busy lately, being the new Falcon, that your time together has been nearly set to zero. Yes, you work with him and Sam, but you’re not in every briefing. You don’t go on every mission. That’s probably why these feelings occurred, despite being on the sidelines, he always went out of his way to make sure that you were involved, even if that meant telling you classified information as the two of you shared food, whoops.

“Please,” he drew out the word, “We haven’t had any time together in a minute. It’ll be good to … talk.”

Talk. You felt your heart jump at the word, as different possibilities and meanings were flying through your head. You looked over at him, his hazel eyes lighting up when they met yours. His face had a light tint of red, his smile as intoxicating as ever. It was hard to fight him, hard to not lean over, and finally close the gap between. He had to have gotten Dr. Strange’s number from Sam because you’ve never felt this way. Feeling as if you’re not yourself, falling to pieces when he’s around. You never wanted to be loved so badly, to be consumed by another. Yes, you thought turning your head away at the overwhelming burning of your body, he had to have called Dr. Strange.

“I won’t drop you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, playing with your hand, “I’ll keep you safe, like I always do.”

~

“And you want to do this?” Sam asked, more specifically he asked you, “It’s a safe space you know. You can say no, and fly boy will have to get over it.”

You swallowed, giving a smile that could be read as a sign for help. You were on the runway, in Joaquin’s arms bridal style, as Sam stood in front of you two. He was suited up, his smile cocky as ever as he reassured Sam that you were good. God, you hated how malleable you became when he was around, instantly feeling better at his words as if on command. He shifted his hands at his words, holding you even tighter. Once again, his lips were right there, as if calling to you. All you had to do was just tilt his head lower. You tried to turn away, but that meant hiding your face in his neck or staring at Sam. You chose to gain some independence back, by staring at Sam and giving him a thumbs up.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded, still not meeting his face.

“Don’t drop her, please,” Sam rubbed his face.

“No promises,” Joaquin laughed, and you were gone.

You have never let out a string of curses so creatively before, feeling your stomach in your mouth, feeling your food plotting to come out with your stomach. You forgot about the closeness that you were trying to prevent, hiding your face in his shoulder with eyes squeezed shut, why did I agree to this? In the sparse moments of courage, when you would look down, the world was racing below you, mixing in a blur of green and brown, causing you to feel dizzy. You were embarrassing yourself, hiding your face with an iron grip on his neck, he would never ask you to do this again with him, and the thought froze your heart. You gave yourself the count of three, to open your eyes, to actively look at the world beneath you. Just a minute, you steeled yourself, only sixty seconds. You opened them, focusing on the sky first, the open expanse serene, as if a pool of infinity. The tree tops were like steps to the sky, much different than the sparseness that you would see when looking up. Then, there was him. An angel himself, whose eyes were even brighter up here. Familiar, and deep like the sea. To be lost in him would be a blessing, then you wouldn’t even be lost but found. If sunlight were to have a voice, to be personified it would be him.

You moved your hand from around his neck, finding the side of his face. Your hand felt clammy against the material of his helmet as you finally took the first step, tilting his head towards you. He didn’t stop you, breathing finally as his lips connected with yours. You were gone once again, heaven exploding as he didn’t let up the kiss. He wouldn’t stop kissing you, if he was giving you the chance to breathe, then his lips would be on your face before he found your lips once again. You were morphing into him, nothing could make you leave this place, or so you thought.

He said that he was distracted by your lips, that’s why the two of you fell, thankfully not from high up, into the flower field. You were laughing, starry-eyed, as Joaquin carefully sat up, kneeling in front of you as he checked for bruises. Once he deemed that you were okay, he sat next to you, pulling you into his lap. He kissed you again, deeply, and without the fear of falling, this time not giving you the chance to breathe. And when he deemed that he had enough of your lips, he held you, rocking to an invisible rhythm. You listened to his heartbeat, instantly being soothed, thinking about his hold on you. Something so deep, so intimate, can’t be a “crush”, but something real. Intense, overwhelming, beautiful, and real. You wanted residency in his heart. This had to be love, you thought, giving him a quick kiss underneath his chin. You picked a wildflower, tucking it behind his ear, the red petals were a perfect contrast to his dark hair. “Aw, thank you, baby,” he murmured against your lips.

Baby. Sweetheart. Different words, with a common definition of you. Your smile grew, causing it to be contagious as Joaquin grew an even bigger one. “I just want to be sure,” he played with a flower on the ground, “That you want to do this. Tomorrow is never promised, but when I put this suit on, my night is not promised,” he gently turned your face to his, “I can’t have a relationship with you without you knowing this. I just want to know that when things get tough and scary, you’ll be by my side. I can’t do this without you.”

You traced his suit with your hand, briefly pausing over his chest feeling his heart underneath your finger tips. Despite being with him, you cold underneath the sunny skies. You bit your lips, hating that he was right. He would be chasing danger, each moment like this threatened by the idea of being the last. You felt the same pit in your stomach grow when he first got his wings, you knew what he was getting into, and you wanted to stop him, to limit the danger. You just wanted him to be safe. His face was expectant, waiting for your silence to give way to an answer. He held as if your answer would break him, and perhaps it would. You always encouraged him, but what if you wanted to be selfish? What if you told him, no, to stay where it’s safe? But, who are you to deny him his dream? If you’re scared, just leave, don’t drag him with you.

You cupped his face, giving him a kiss of promise. You won’t go, you’ll stay for as long as he loves you. “You won’t,” you said, “I’ll be right here. Even if it means pushing down the fear, I’ll be right here. You have me, forever.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget that,” you murmured. Sam smiled, before falling into a comfortable silence. Your attention went back to Joaquin, the memory making more tears swell. You made a promise to him, you just hope that he keeps his side of the deal. I’ll always come back to you, you tattooed those words, his words, to your brain, it was the Rosary of your heart. You felt Sam get up from beside you, grumbling about the area being private before greeting someone.

You turned, annoyed as well that someone had slipped into the private area, only to be greeted with a hug from … Bucky, “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing fine,” you say, well that’s all you could manage to say, shocked that he’s here, “Just wanting this to end, so I can be with him. And to get out of this room, I’m suffocating in here.”

“Go take a walk,” Sam motioned towards the door, “I’ll call if anything happens, promise.”

The walk was much needed, the fresh air was a new breath in your lungs, resetting your mind. You found a bench, pulling out your phone to call his grandmother. You were instantly bombarded with questions, the sentences bleeding into one another as you tried to answer her questions to the best of your ability. Once you thought that she was done talking, she threw another round of questions at you, asking in a million different ways if you were okay. You found yourself smiling as she threatened to get on the next flight where you were to make sure that you were eating and properly taken care of. You assured her that you were okay, ending the call with a promise to put Joaquin on the phone the moment he woke up. You didn’t move for a couple of moments, staring at your lock screen of you and Joaquin, the screen beginning to blur. Silence and his arms are all you want, just to hide there until the world fades away. You cleaned your eyes, mentally telling yourself to not cry for the remainder of the day as you made your way back to the operating waiting room.

Seeing Sam standing outside the doors caused your pace to falter, why didn’t he call? Your feet felt like lead, the pit opening once again. What would you pay to be out of this situation, to switch places with him? You just wanted him to be okay. You regretted being outside for so long, and now you have broken your side of the promise: you weren’t there. Before you could speak, Sam told you a room number, telling you that’s where he’s resting after his surgery. Relief would be too weak of a word to describe how you were feeling, finally being able to truly breathe for the first time in hours.

“I’ll catch you later,” he said, “I have a meeting with our friend.”

Right, The Leader. You almost forgot about him. Shit, you thought feeling yourself being torn in two. You wanted nothing more than to see him, but the three of you are a team, you can’t leave Sam alone, especially when the president is a ticking time bomb. He’s going to need extra help. He would understand, he would want you to help Sam. You took another breath, you’ll see him when you come back. Sam needs you, after being there for you in the worst hours of your life, you need to be there for him.

“I’ll get my gear.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” he laughed, “But, no. You can go upstairs to his room.”

“You need me, especially with no super serum,” you folded your arms.

“And, I’m not trying to get my ass kicked by your boyfriend after just getting my ass kicked because you have a scratch on your arm,” he folded his arms.

“I thought he can’t kick your ass.”

“He can’t, he can try though,” Sam shrugged, “But, go. Get there before he comes down here looking for you.”

~

You quietly walked into his room, seeing him sound asleep. You stared at him as if trying to find any discomfort on his face as if you were trying to catch any mistake that would stop him from healing. You knelt next to him, your eyes immediately focusing on the burns, wondering how he even survived. You felt the dread again, thinking about how you were this close to losing him, so you focused elsewhere, moving some hair off his face before kissing his forehead. You pulled up a chair next to his bed, settling into it. You took his hand as you drifted off to sleep.

“Baby,” you felt a light shake of your hand, “Hey, querida.”

You woke up, smiling instantly as he gave one back in response. Despite his eyes being tired, there was an underlying excitement in them, something that was calling you home. Oh God, you missed him. The sound of his voice, the nicknames that he had given you. You missed him on your lips, you thought that you would never hold him again. You leaned over him, and despite telling him not to, he pulled you in, putting you at his side. You threw an arm over him, snuggling up as you kissed him. “Don’t do that again,” you whispered against his lips, “I’m serious, Joaquin Torres.”

“Full name,” he quietly laughed, “I must be in trouble. I was just making sure I still had your attention,” he smiled, tracing your face. But, you didn’t smile, unable to stop the frown that crawled over your face. Instead, you sat up, turning away from him so you could clean your eyes.

“Hey,” he grabbed your arm, “What did I say? Why are you crying, love?”

“Your heart stopped,” your voice was like glass, “I thought you were dead.” You tried to match his smile earlier, but you couldn’t, it was too close of a call. You nearly lost him. Maybe someday you’ll be able to talk about it, but today won’t be it. It was too fresh, your scars were still healing. You were lucky that he was here, and he’ll never grasp how you feel, to be helpless as the person you love is dying in front of you.

“Amor,” he said, “Hey, please look at me.” You turned at his words, seeing that his cheeks had reflective stains on them, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to be like Sam, to make him proud. I wanted to keep you safe, I didn’t know I was going to hurt you in the process,” he reached up, cleaning your tears, “I’m so sorry.”

“Just promise me that you’ll be more careful, that you’ll listen,” you took his hand, “I can’t lose you, you’re all that I love.”

“Well,” he pulled you back down to him, your foreheads resting against each other, “It’s going to take more than some missiles to stop my heart beating for you,” he kissed your lips, “But, I promise, I love you.”

A/N: Brain rot so bad, the writer’s block temporarily disappeared.

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Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader | Grumpy x Sunshine

Summary: Joaquin and Sam take a trip to the Stark cabin to get something fixed on Joaquin’s suit.

Warnings: fluff, grief, angst, banter

Word Count: 2.6k+

A/N: Okay so I this is based on an ask that came through my inbox. I did make a couple adjustments, but over all the bones are the same. Hope people enjoy!

Joaquin always felt awkward when Sam dragged him out to the Stark cabin for a fix on their suits. Although he had never met Tony Stark himself, the Avenger was someone everyone knew and his loss was still felt all around the world. But the Stark cabin always felt like the nucleus of that grief. More importantly, the shed out back.

"I'm gonna head in and say hey to Pepper," Sam said as they made their way side by side down the path through the woods that lead to the old hunting cabin that had been turned into the Stark's main home during the blip.

"Okay, well I'm gonna- head-" Joaquin's voice trailed off as Sam made a left and began to head up the stairs to the front door, suddenly leaving him on his own, "to- the- uh shed I guess," he muttered to himself much quieter, looking between the cabin and the shed where he knew you would be.

He hesitated at the door to the shed. He knew you'd be in there, you practically lived in there since your Dad died. He knew it was bad for you to isolate yourself the way you did, throwing yourself into continuing his work as a way to manage your grief, but he also felt like he was invading your sanctuary whenever he stopped by.

"YO, FEATHERS! YOU GONNA STAND OUT THERE ALL DAY OR YOU GONNA COME IN!" Your voice called out to him and he took that as his queue to enter.

"How did you know I was out there?" he asked as he strutted in, his eyes scanning the space as he sought you out amongst the converted lab you and your Dad had built together during the blip. The two of you hadn't been too close before then, your Mom wanting you to keep your distance from the man she had accidentally conceived a child with during a drunken one night stand in her 20s, but when she became a victim of Thanos and the blip, you had no choice but to seek refuge with him.

"Cameras," you said, lifting a tablet in the air that showed a video feed of the front door and Joaquin used it as a marker to find you amongst the mess.

"You know I don't have feathers right?" he said as he approached the bench where you were huddled over a piece of tech, a soldering iron in hand as you fused different components together.

"And you two could literally go to anyone else at Stark Industries to fix your suites and yet, here you are." you said sarcastically as you finally met his eyes.

Joaquin took one look at the dark circles under your eyes and his heart ached. He hated to see you like this. He had developed a crush on you the first time he had met you. It was a couple years ago now. He had been brought in with Sam and Bucky for the debrief with Colonel Rhodes after the incident with the flag smashers. You had stopped by to have dinner with your Father's old best friend, turning up in a red floral sun dress and denim jacket and he had instantly fallen in love- not that he'd ever had the balls to tell you.

“You haven’t been sleeping.” Joaquin stated, his voice soft, but you hated the tone of pity that accompanied it. It was coming up to the anniversary of your Father's death and your dreams had been plagued with flash backs to the battle where you had watched him lose his life.

“Well thanks Captain Obvious.” you snapped at him resentfully.

As long as he'd known you, Joaquin knew your usual jaded demeanour and hostility was due to your inability to deal with your grief over your Dad, but he also knew this extra spiciness to your tone was due to the aforementioned lack of sleep. “You know I was never actually a captain.” he said, trying to lighten the mood, but it didn't help.

“Okay, then Lieutenant Obvious. Better?” You sassed as you forcefully turned him around to get to the access panel on the back of the wings.

“Remind me again why you’ve got to do this with the suit on me.”

“It’s so you can fly away the second I’m done and stop- annoying-me,” you grunted as you popped the panel. “Uuuhgg, this is a mess. Who the hell has been fiddling with this thing?” you asked, taking in the hazard of wires and switch boards inside.

“The US governement.” Joaquin laughed.

“That sounds about right," you gritted as you took your soldering iron from before and began adjusting and readjusting wires.

As you worked, Joaquin took a moment to look around the room again. There were empty cups, mugs and plates discarded in different places as you had refuelled on the go. The sofa in the corner had a blanket haphazardly draped across it, implying that when you had been sleeping, it had been in here and not in the house with Pepper and your half sister Morgan. It broke his heart.

"Y/N-" he said your name tentatively, wanting to broach the subject and help, but also not wanting you to completely shut down and shut him out and hate him forever.

"Don't." you said, reading his mind without having to look directly at his face as you focused on your current job. "There," you sighed, "try that." you said as you closed the panel again and sat back.

Joaquin turned around, shifting in his suit, his arms lifting as he prepared to let loose the wings at his back. "NOT IN HERE MORON!" you quickly said, fear rippling through you at the thought of the nano tech wings unfolding at his back and smashing into the machinery set up around the two of you. "Take it outside."

"Uh, yeah. Right." Joaquin stuttered nervously as he realised his mistake.

You reluctantly followed him outside for his test flight and was met with the sight of your younger sister running down the steps of the cabin and over to you both. "JOAQUIN!" the young girl beamed, taking him in. She for sure had a little school girl crush on him. And to be fair, you couldn’t blame her, he was good looking, you just weren’t interested in anything right now.

"Hey Kiddo!" he said, embracing her as she ran into his arms to greet him with a hug. "Your sister's just fixed my wing up. Wanna see?"

"Yeah! Of course!" she beamed and the way she smiled made you see all of the same awe and wonder in her eyes as your Father used to have. The look sent a new wave of grief to hit you and you had to turn away from her for a moment to compose yourself. It was so quick you had hoped neither of them had noticed, but when you looked back to Joaquin, it was clear to you he had.

"Well, go on then. Get this over with so I can go back to work." you said, folding your arms across your chest as you encouraged him to let his wings free.

His eyes seemed to linger on you for a moment, trying to find a way to penetrate your armour before he finally conceded. There was a click and a rippling schwing of metal as his wings unfurled seamlessly at his back, shorter at first, but then he pressed another button in the gloves of his suit and the nanobots shifted and extended the wings down to make them larger.

"Oooooooh," Morgan cooed in wonder as she took them in.

"Come on then feathers, you gonna fly or what?" you encouraged him. He sighed in your direction, but ultimately activated his helmet and thrusters and dramatically blasted off from the floor at such a force you and Morgan had to steady yourselves as you were hit with a blast of air.

You both watched from the ground as he began to do a sweep around the property, Morgan running down to the lakes edge to watch him closer as he dipped down to run a finger through the water as he glided above it. You stood there for another minute, watching to make sure there weren't any more problems, but when he started to show off, doing barrel rolls through the air to impress Morgan, you knew it was your cue to return to your work.

“You know, you should be a lot nicer to him,” Pepper’s voice startled you. You hadn’t noticed her when you first came in, but at the sound of her voice, you quickly found her collecting up some of your plates and mugs, ready to take them back into the cabin.

You didn’t respond to her, your body turning back to your work as you pretended like she wasn’t there. You didn’t want the lecture right now. Although she had married your Father and had technically become your step mom, not to mention she was your half sister’s actual mother, Pepper had always felt more like an Aunt to you. She had all the same maternal energy and instincts towards you, but she was more approachable like a friend.

“You know, I invited them to stay for dinner,” she said as she came up beside you. “We’re having cheeseburgers, in honour of your Dad.” she continued, trying to get any sort of reaction out of you, but you weren’t biting. “You know,” she said, after another pause, deciding to change tac, “I think he likes you.”

“What makes you say that?” you said instinctively and you instantly kicked yourself for responding, but you could feel the swell of pride coming off Pepper as she realised she had gotten you to break.

“Because I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” she said wistfully, her eyes looking out the open doorway towards the sounds of her daughter’s giggles as she played with Joaquin. “And no matter how mean you are to him, he keeps coming back.”

“Is that what happened with you and my Dad?” You asked, fishing for information about the origins of their relationship.

“Not quite. Me and your Dad were… a little more complicated. Your dad was always a lone wolf, but he,” she said, her gaze moving to the man outside again, “he’s more of a golden retriever. He may be a bit goofy and over enthusiastic at times,” she said, before turning her attention back to you, “but he’s loyal. And he knows how to have fun,” she stressed as she nudged your shoulder. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the way you needed to take a break from your Father’s legacy and just learn to let loose again.

You went back to giving her the silent treatment as she shifted the cups and plates in her hands again and went to leave. But as she reached the door, the small voice in the back of your head (you often liked to think was actually your Father living rent free in your brain), told you she was right.

“Pepper!” you called out to stop her. “Thanks.” you said, giving her the first smile that had graced your face all week. She didn’t say anything more back, just gave you an equally fond smile of acknowledgment. After all, Pepper Potts knew she had already said everything she needed to, to finally get you back out of the shed.

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Nearly two hours later, you finally made your way up to the cabin for dinner. The sound of laughter and the sizzling sounds and smell of the burgers was almost overwhelming after spending a week alone out in the shed, but you quickly shook it off. Both Sam and Joaquin turned their heads at the sound of the door, but quickly became distracted again by your sister. She was stood in the middle of the living room giving a rather animated account to them of an incident that had happened to her at school. You couldn’t help but smile at the way she captivated them as you snuck through the house to the kitchen.

“Can I help with anything?” you quietly asked.

Pepper turned and gave you a smile. You watched as her eyes scanned you. You had changed since she had left you and even taken the time to run a brush through your hair. You could tell there was something hidden in her gaze, knew she was eager to tease you over it, but she quickly dropped it, not wanting to scare you off after finally being able to coax you back in.

“I’m almost done,” she said, “the burgers will just be another minute or two. Why don’t you lay up the table, ready for everyone.”

You didn’t give her a verbal response, instead headed straight to the draw to retrieve the cutlery and placemats. “Let me help you with that.” Joaquin’s voice came from behind you. You turned your head with a start. You hadn’t even heard him follow you in.

“Uh, thanks,” you said quietly as he took the handful of cutlery from you and followed you to the dining table.

You were both silent as you began to put down the placemats, Joaquin following close behind you and laying down the cutlery. When you had finished that, he followed you back to the kitchen to help carry in the salad and condiments, which you laid out in the middle of the table so people could help themselves.

“I’m sorry- uh I mean, earlier, this afternoon. Thank you for uh,” Your voice froze. Gosh this was awful. You desperately wanted to bridge the gap you had placed between the two of you, but you didn’t know how. “I’m sorry I was a dick!” you finally blurted out.

He let out a little snicker at your outburst, but quickly schooled his features, knowing you were trying to have a serious conversation. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“I know, it just… I know I can be a bit…”

“Hostile?” He said, filling in the word you were struggling with.

“Yeah. Hostile.” you repeated.

“It’s okay. I know you don’t mean it. It’s not easy losing a parent. It’s not easy losing anyone.” he corrected himself. “Grief makes us do odd things sometimes. Just know that you’re not alone. Okay?”

“Okay.” your repeated.

“I’m here for you. Come rain or shine. Night or day. You don’t have to do this on your own.”

“I know,” you sighed, your head hanging, almost in shame. “I’ve just… never really been that good at asking for…”

“Help?”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Look,” he said, and you watched at he reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a bit of paper with his number on it. You hated to think how long he’d had it sat in there just waiting for the right moment to give it to you. “This is my number. Call me whenever.”

You took it from him and couldn’t help the small smile that danced on your lips as your fingers played with the piece of paper you had been handed. “Even in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep?” you asked him, both earnestly, but with a hint of suggestiveness you hoped he’d pick up on.

He was silent a moment as he analysed you. Wanting to check and make sure you had meant to imply what you had. When he realised you had, he hung his head in an attempt to hide the blush in his cheeks and the shit eating grin that adorned his face. “Yeah,” he sighed, finally looking back up across the table at you, an entirely new kind of tension between you now, “especially then,” he said and you knew that was one offer of help you were never going to turn down.

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Sleep Talking | Joaquin Torres

Summary; Joaquin could never keep a secret.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff

A/N: I couldn’t sleep until I’d put something out so yeah, this is just a real quick short before bed kind of story. I’ll get back on my asks/wips/part 2s of stuff tomorrow. For now, enjoy this. Also sorry I haven’t done tags it’s late and I’m tired so hope this finds you fine.

You woke unable to breathe. “Ouch, Joaquin,” you grumbled as your mind and body slowly dragged itself from sleep.

“Huh?” He grumbled sleepily.

“Baby, you’re squishing me.”

“What?” he groaned, but you could tell he was only half awake.

“Roll over. You’re squishing me. And you’re making me feel like I’m sleeping with a freaking radiator. Jeez.” you moaned as he shifted slightly and you truly felt how stifling it had become under the covers.

“It’s not me. It’s you,” he sleepily grumbled. You didn’t even have a chance to respond before he grumbled another response. “No.” he said with a sigh as he rolled back over onto his back on his pillow. “It was you. I know you ate my sandwich.” he mumbled.

Sandwich? What was he- ohhh, he’s sleep talking.

You chuckled to yourself as you rolled over onto your side to watch him sleep. Every now and again his lips would silently move to talk again, but it was mostly silent. You were just about to close your eyes and go back to sleep when you heard the words, “Because I’m going to marry her.”

There was a pause as if he was listening to someone else speak before he said, “What do you mean who? Y/N who else. I’ve already got the ring. I’ve been keeping it in my underwear drawer for weeks now.”

You were suddenly wide awake. You didn’t know if it was just the dream or if there was some actual truth to it and his subconscious was bleeding through. But there was one thing for sure, you weren’t going back to sleep until you knew for sure.

You tried to be as quiet as you possibly could as you crept out of bed, reaching for your phone and turning on the torch. Your feet padded quietly across the floor as Joaquin continued to let out small little murmurs. Every tiny shift you made to open the drawer sounded like thunder in your ears and you desperately hoped he wouldn’t wake up and catch you in the act. You gave one last quick tug on the old dresser drawer and there it was. Barely concealed by a pair of underpants, a square blue box.

You stood frozen in agony as you warred with yourself over what to do. Did you look and ruin the surprise completely or did you pretend you didn’t know it was there and climb back into bed. But you couldn’t help it. Now you knew of its existence, it was going to be burning a hole in the back of your head. You just wanted to be sure he picked a good ring, you tried to reason with yourself. You could be a good actress. You could still look surprised. You tried to rationalise as your fingers pulled out the velvet box. I mean he’s asleep, he’s not gonna know. You thought.

“Baby? What are you doing?” Joaquin asked, his voice hoarse with sleep. You looked at him guiltily. This was no sleep talking, he was well and truly awake now, sitting upright in bed as his eyes squinted, trying to adjust to the light of your torch in the dim room. That’s when he looked at your hands. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed. “Baby, I- wait, how did you-“ he paused as you continued to stand at the end of the bed frozen. Then he realised. “I was sleep talking.”

“Yes.” you finally said softly.

He groaned in frustration. “My mom said I could never keep a secret. I just wished for once I could have kept this one.”

“It’s alright,” you said.

“Did you look?” he asked.

“Not yet.” you replied. Your answer brought a soft smile to his face and he silently beckoned you over to sit with him.

“You know, I was waiting to do this on that trip to New York we were gonna take in a couple of weeks.” he began to explain, “but I guess this is good too.” Although it was dark in the room, you could tell he was beginning to blush as he took the box from your fingers.

“Y/N,” he said as his fingers deftly removed the ring from the box before he set it to one side. He tucked the ring into his fingers so you couldn’t see it just yet before he shuffled closer to you to continue his speech. “I have been in love with you from the minute I laid eyes on you. You can ask any of the boys, the second I saw you I said, that’s her, that’s the girl I’m going to marry. And of course they didn’t believe me, but I knew. You’ve been there with me for everything. Every hard day. Every promotion. You were always there to be my light and cheer me on.” he said, his voice shaking slightly with nerves. “You make every single day of my life, so much brighter and I don’t ever want to think of a day when you don’t wake up by my side. Y/N, will you do me, the greatest honour of my whole life,” he said, finally holding out the ring to you. “Will you marry me?”

It may have been 4am. It may have been in the dark of the night and extremely unconventional, but it was Joaquin. And you were always going to say yes to Joaquin.

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No Chance

Requested by anonymous:

“I’m happy to see that you’re taking requests for the 100, so can you write something where the reader and Bell used to be a couple on the ark but the reader is locked up on a cell for stealing medicine for her mother and then gets locked up and then is send to earth? But Bellamy thought that she didn’t want to be with him anymore? So when he sees her on earth it’s a HUGE surprise for him? Lots of fluff! Thank you! (Both pov maybe?)”

Warnings: Mild language, FLUFFF, some angsty shit

Note: I did it in third person so you can still see what each are thinking :) xx

*yn* glanced down at her watch, biting her lip to suppress a nervous sigh that wanted to escape from her lips. She had fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes until the guard leaves his post and the medicine supply vault unattended for exactly two minutes. 

She had two minutes to get in, get the right medicine and get out, or she was totally and utterly screwed.

*yn* was so deep in thought as she walked down the hallway that when a hand grabbed her forearm and tugged her into a concealed corridor she let out a loud yelp of surprise.

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hi ur writing for bellamy is so good and i loved the one of the drunk one whatever so i need to request one that’s like that

so like basically bellamy and u we’re like lowkey enemies kinda and u we’re always picking on eachother and one night while everyone was celebrating at the dropship, monty and harper were playing like a drinking game so you decided to join in but you got wayy to drunk so u decided to go on a side quest and just walk around camp until somehow you ended up in bellamy’s tent and you just started yapping about random stuff but you accidentally tell him you are literally in love with him and then you throw up on him and end up embarrassing yourself but then he was like i’m lowkey in love with you too and so you fall asleep in his tent with him but jasper ends up getting way to drunk too and he stumbles into bellamy’s tent and sees you guys so he decides to tell everyone about it and the next morning everyone’s picking on you guys since your supposedly enemies

A MESS b.blake

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 2.6K

BELLAMY BLAKE X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - thank you so much for the request angel, i tweaked it a little, i hope you don't mind!!!

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you were one of the unlucky ones, sent down to the ground in a skirt. so while drunk and looking for a place of warmth, you manage to stumble into bellamy blake's tent, the boy you've always hated, or so you've said.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - drinking, underage drinking, drunk!reader, love confessions, throwing up, reader has a mom, crying, comfort, (3) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

you weren't supposed to be sent to the ground.

you weren't one of the hundred that committed crimes and were paying out their sentence. on the contrary, you couldn't be further from a criminal. but your mother just so happened to be on the council on the ark. she decided that if you were going to die it was going to be on the ground and not dying of no air up there.

at the beginning, you held out hope that you'd go back. in fact, you were one of the only ones who still had their wristbands on.

but the hundred had given up any source of hope, that was why everyone was wasting all of their booze. you too began to stumble around, talking to some, avoiding others and downing the distasteful liquid.

"well, that's a surprise." you turned your head at the deep voice. bellamy blake.

he was a pretty boy but he knew that which instantly made him so much less appealing. he had that pretty dark tousled hair with his glowing eyes and many freckles. you'd be jealous if you were a boy, you supposed. though it must run in the family because octavia was just as beautiful.

both your parents were awfully close back in the day. you used to look at bellamy as if he were your friend though octavia would always hold the title of your best friend. but bellamy changed after a while, he turned into this unrecognisable boy after octavia had been arrested.

you were one of the only people who knew of octavia's existence before then but when testifying, you had to swear that you didn't know who she was so your mother didn't get in trouble. perhaps that was when bellamy decided to turn into a stranger.

at each other's throats is what you were now. you could hardly stand to be in a room with him. he and his posse only got worse now that they were on the ground, ripping off people's wristbands and telling them that they wouldn't be allowed to eat if they hadn't. you supposed you'd been an exception, despite his unkind nature towards you.

perhaps octavia had said something to him.

"what is?" your voice was sort of slurred. the night had hardly begun and you were already off your rocker, the alcohol was enough to have you woozy.

"didn't take you for much of a drinker, princess, that's all." the godawful nickname he'd given you all that time ago.

you cocked a brow at the boy, turning your head. it was sort of hard to feign hatred when you looked at him like that, with big glassy eyes. "why not?"

he tsked. "not really what good girls do, is it?"

you could only roll your eyes at him. "go find someone else to bother, bells."

you watched as his face dropped ever so slightly.

bells. he'd given you the nickname princess but you'd settled on bells back when he was still someone you looked up to. you thought it suited him well but he always complained, said it made him sound like a girl. not that you cared, though. it'd been a long time since that nickname left your lips.

"right." he could only clear his throat, eyebrows knitted together as he found himself walking away, his boots too large and too funny looking to your drunk self.

you hadn't registered the nickname that had left your lips and now your brows were strewn together. "so weird."

"who's weird?" that was the sound of the familiar boy jasper, one of the hundred, arrested for something drug related with his best friend monty. you couldn't keep up with those two.

"jasper!" you practically slung yourself around the boy, he caught you before you could stumble backwards while a grin plastered itself on his face, a matching one on your own as your head dropped against his chest.

there was never anything between you and jasper but you were both awfully touchy, especially with a little alcohol in you both.

from the other side of the camp, you couldn't register the look bellamy was burning into the side of the boys head.

"jasper's a weirdo?" monty questioned. he never got as drunk as the rest, just enough of a buzz to find everything funny.

you weren't much of a drinker, if you were being honest. if someone had offered you drink back on the ark you would have refused in miliseconds but a lot had changed since then. besides, what did you have to lose, by the rate the camp was going, you'd all be dead in a few months anyway.

"no." you hiccuped. "jasper's gonna help me find some more booze."

"yes i am." he turned. "hop on." and he bent down, allowing you to jump on his back as he began walking back to the others, monty followed not too far behind.

the crowd of people were in the middle of the camp, they poured out people drinks and passed them around, nobody was alone. that part was funny, you thought. if they were all still on the ark, half of them wouldn't so much as look at one another, but now? they were closer than ever.

there was a makeshift table out of logs of wood which held all the booze, jasper got to work with pouring you something not too strong. seeing as you didn't drink much, it wasn't the best idea to give you something ridiculous. "hey miller." miller was next to you, around the same height as jasper but seeing as you were on his back, he looked small to you. you wondered if this was how they saw you on the daily. "hows the weather down there." you giggled against jasper's hair while jasper snorted.

"nice to see you too, y/n." you couldn't really see miller's eyes seeing as his beanie was practically attached to his head but you could see he was smiling, that was all that really mattered to you.

"we really need to let you drink more." octavia always found everything funny when she drank, much like monty in that way. it was good to see the girl so carefree, she cared too much about things these days.

"i agree." though there was a sudden slouchness that came with drinking. "octavia, is my skirt up?" the realization that you were on the boy's back, despite the black skirt that your mother had so graciously let you wear that day, not telling you that you should have maybe wore a sweatpants because hey, you were getting sent to the ground.

"nope. but i'll let you know if anyone starts talking about seeing an ass out."

you grinned, laying your head against the mop of hair on jasper's head. "you're the bestest."

"that's not a word, y/n." monty mumbled to you, watching as you turned with a frown. "but well done for being really nice..?"

"okay!" jasper announced, allowing you off his back. "one drink for the lady." he practically bowed, passing the drink off to you.

both monty and jasper stared, seemingly interested as you brought the cup up to your mouth, tasting the burning liquid. you did, then immediately scrunching your face up. "ew! jasper what the heck is that? it tastes like... tastes like..."

"barf?" octavia helped.

"tastes like barf!"

"maybe, but you'll feel a nice buzz after." jasper pushed it towards your lips again. "just drink it and see how you feel later."

you did in fact feel a buzz after.

the party continued and all you could focus on was the dizziness clouding your vision, the way your head was suddenly swirling. you ended up losing the others, how? you were unsure but the crowd was too loud to go back into. some people were scattered around the edges by the tents which is where you found yourself stumbling.

your legs were suddenly freezing, despite the pretty lacy black tights that covered them. you really did wish your mother had given you a heads up.

your spinny eyes looked to the tents and you wondered if you could get some warmth inside there. there was only one problem, it was much too dark and you were much too drunk to find your own one.

in a single tent, you could see the reflection of what appeared to be a lamp. it was one of the makeshift ones that the camp had made, a little fire in a box, lighting up the whole room. you could see the outline from the outside and you hoped and prayed that whoever's tent it was, they wouldn't mind you coming in for a little while.

one foot in front of the other, you reminded yourself, wobbling your way towards the tent.

in no time, you'd made it towards the entrance, pulling open the sheer curtain to reveal bellamy blake, sitting with his eyes closed against the sleeping back, arms behind his head.

"hello." you practically squeaked.

bellamy's eyes opened and he looked your frame up and down. "yes?"

"was jus' wondering..." you stumbled walked into the room, finger against the sticks holding the tend up. "wondering when the next supply run was on."

"yeah." he smacked his lips. "and then the real reason that you're here?"

he couldn't help it. as much as you disliked one another, bellamy had known you since you were young, you couldn't exactly get away with hiding much from him. a loud sigh left your lips as you plopped down on the blanket at the other side of the tent. "'m cold." your hands rubbed at your eyes. "really don' like bein' drunk, bells."

he cleared his throat, stiffening in his spot as he let his arms down. "why don't you go rest in your tent then, y/n?"

"can't find it." you blew air out from your lips. your eyes rose to meet his. "can i stay..?" your voice was low, you hardly knew what to expect back, you wouldn't have been surprised if he yelled at you to leave right then and there.

but instead, he pursed his lips. "you can stay." and your lips curved as he tossed you one of the hideous orange blankets. "here, cause you're so cold."

"you're the bestest." you yawned while laying on your back, the sound of monty's voice telling you that it wasn't a word filling your head. "do you remember when i used to sleep over at yours back on the ark?"

the fond memories filled his mind. "i do."

"i kind of miss that." you hiccuped, slurring your words. "miss the ark. i wanna go home, i think. but 's nice here, with octavia back, feel like she's been gone forever. when we were younger, we used to talk about coming to the ground together, you know? you were always in the plan, too, couldn't leave you behind."

jasper wasn't lying, you'd definitely felt more than a buzz.

your head turned despite being laid on the ground. bellamy was looking at you the same way he did so long ago, nothing had changed in his face, he didn't look a bit older, he just got taller and stockier. "you changed, bell. got mean."

you could tell there was a kind of guilt ridden in his eyes. "everyone changed, we had to."

"maybe." you slurred. "but i wouldn't have stopped loving you like that."

he thought back to everything that had happened. when octavia was put in prison and his mother was floated, he tried to find anyone he could to blame. he never stopped loving you, he just pushed you away until you stopped fighting.

his heart was stuttering. he hadn't spoken to you like this in... he didn't even know how long, that was what tore him up even more. but seeing you like this, talking to you like this, it was as if things had never changed. "still love me after everything?" it was almost a joke, the way he'd said it. he wasn't expecting you to truly respond.

but the words, "of course." came from your mouth before you could so much as think of an answer to say. "i'll always love you. do you think... do you think you could ever love me again, bells?"

he never stopped.

but he wasn't nearly as drunk as you, he couldn't say the words with such ease like you could. all you had to do was blame it on the booze. but this was real to him.

once again, he pursed his lips. "how about we talk about this when you're sober, 'kay princess?"

you sat up, eyes looking foggy, far away even.

the words set in and you realised he avoided your question completely.

no answer was still an answer, right?

"i should go." you mumbled under your breath, embarrassment sneaking its way through your cheeks, tears stinging at your iris'. you realised that you'd said more than you should have.

nothing was ever going to go back to the way it was.

"no, don't, angel―" but you were already getting up. bellamy had let you go once, he didn't plan on doing it again.

he too moved from his place, getting up and following you out of the tent. "come on, princess, let's just go back inside, yeah?"

he could hear you sniffle. "no, i just―"

you couldn't finish your sentence, you were already on the ground.

bellamy sped up, getting to you in three strides. "you're okay, baby, come on, let's go."

you shook your head, shaky breath leaving your lips. "no, bells, don't feel well."

bellamy hadn't watched you get drunk before but he'd watched enough and been in your position enough to know what was going to happen. "you're okay, sweet girl, just let it out." he was already scooping up your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

it took seconds before you were emptying your guts into the bush.

but the boy didn't say anything, holding your hair back and using his free hand to rub up and down your shirt. "there you go, atta girl."

but you didn't feel like you were doing anything right.

if anything, it just made everything so much worse.

as you moved your head away, you felt the tears beginning to sprout. "ruined everything." you mumbled feebly, feeling the weight of the situation hit you after the alcohol finally began to wear off.

"you didn't ruin anything." bellamy let your hair go, using his hands to wipe away the straying tears. "everything's fine, okay?"

but you shook your head, tears finding their way down your cheeks anyway. "i ruined your night, got sick and embarrassed myself and―and nothings ever gonna go back to the way it was and you're never gonna love me again and―"

"hey, hey, hey, look at me." you did as you were told, looking at him with red teary eyes. "i can't love you again because i never stopped loving you in the first place, okay?"

"you mean it?" all sniffily

"of course i mean it." with nothing other than the truth.

"you're not just saying it?"

"of course i'm not just saying it." the man helped you up. "come on, you need to rest."

you weren't too sure what to do now. you'd been so aching to get all of it off your chest that you hadn't even thought about what would happen after.

whatever it was, you were sure you and bellamy could face it together.

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ONE DRUNKEN NIGHT b.blake

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.6K

BELLAMY BLAKE X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - the group gets a little easy with the booze, leaving you sloppy and drunk, falling over your own two feet onto your boyfriends lap.

 ☆ WARNINGS - alcohol consumption, drunk!reader, slurring words, finn + clark (idk their ship name lol), reader menioned shorter than bellamy, nudity (not sexual), petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

the smell of liquor and booze suddenly filled the nostrils of bellamy blake. though it were all around him, even in his own glass that he was drinking out of.

he'd drank quite a bit more than you, still keeping his composure while you tripped over your own two feet.

perhaps that was the very difference between you two.

the boy's lips quirked up at the sight of you, sloppily trying to make your way over to him. you had a smile on your face, cheeks tinged a pink due to the heat and your feet criss crossed over each other, unable to walk in a straight line.

however, it didn't take long for you to crash in your boyfriends lap, grinning as he used the hand that wasn't holding his cup to wrap around your waist. "hi." you giggled, pretty smile on display.

"hi, princess." he grinned back. he was spinning though only slightly. he'd built up a tolerance for alcohol whereas this was perhaps only your second time drinking ever.

your hands pawed at him, holding him as close as you could. bellamy discovered such from the first time that you'd gotten drunk, you quite liked to be as close as humanly possible to him.

your lips met just below his ear, smiling and puffing out a giggle while trying to muster the words, "'m a little drunk." unable to keep your composure for the sentence seemed to be the funniest thing you'd heard all day.

"mm, i can see that." though he didn't seem angry or annoyed with you. on the contrary, his eyes traced your face even when you couldn't keep it still, smile dancing on his lips.

a campfire surrounded you all, a bonfire, if you will. everyone messed around with one another, jumping on each others backs, yelling out and drinking booze, probably not the best way to spend the resources in a time like this but no one seemed to care.

if you were to be trapped on earth without adults, things were bound to go wrong.

he watched as you nuzzled into him, almost like a dog. his hands soothed against your waist, dropping his glass on the cement next to his thigh, hands against your body, lulling you softly. "now, who let my girl drink all that booze?"

your head popped up again, the slyest grin on your face. "i can't tell you."

the boy feigned offence, lips parting but by the smile still unwavering, you could tell he wasn't truly offended. "you're keeping secrets? how could you?" his hands dropped down, gently squeezing at your waist and making you yelp with a drunken giggle. "tell me baby, who's responsible?"

you grinned, a whisper leaving your lips. "octavia."

he wouldn't have expected anything else.

his lips parted again. "octavia?"

but you pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him while he tried to stifle his laughter at you. "shh." you spoke. "she'll hear and she'll know i told. have to keep it a secret." you unformed him, slurring your words.

"a secret?" he whispered back, large hand engulfing your smaller one by his lips, slowly retracting it from his face.

you hummed, nodding.

"can i tell you another secret?" your voice was below a whisper, barely audible but he was so close that he could hear you just fine, even behind all the screaming belonging to the others. he slowly nodded, awaiting your secret. "i saw clarke and finn kissing!" he gasped again, watching your eyes light up as he took interest in what you were saying.

it was the little things, egging on this type of conversation, entertaining the drunken idea of things. it was those things that made you so engulfed by him.

he could see you on the back of jasper jordan, yelling out and holding around his neck or jumping to a song with monty, hands in hands. there was no jealousy behind bellamy's adoring eyes. for he knew, no matter what, you would always come back to him.

"but―" you were cut off with a hiccup. "but you can't tell anyone because clarke will kill me." you pressed a finger to your neck, dragging it across as if you were having your head chopped off.

"she can try." he answered back, arms suddenly wrapping around you. "but she'll have to get through me first." you squealed as the boy hoisted you up, standing on his own and carrying you with him while you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "y'gonna dance with me, sweetheart?"

your feet dropped onto the floor, distant sound of the group making songs by singing and tapping their feet against the ground, clapping even, doing whatever it was to make the sound of music flow through the camp.

you tilted your head at him, straining your neck to look up with a smile. "thought you don' dance."

he tilted his own chin upwards. "something must have persuaded me."

"wonder what." you grinned.

"wonder what." he repeated.

your hand was already in his, dragging him towards the middle where the rest of the group stood, dancing and singing (horribly, i may add). but it didn't matter to anyone, all that mattered was the smiles littering across everyone's faces.

bellamy took your hand in his, twisting it above your head and twirling you. you were grinning, a giggling mess as you danced with the boy who'd swore he'd never dance with a girl ever.

something about that night would forever be engraved in your brain. even after you two separated into the crowd, bellamy's eyes never left your pretty face. jasper had you stuck between he and monty, everyone had formed this kind of circle, leaving bellamy at the other side next to miller. you jumped up and down, as did the rest of the group, chanting a song that would forever be framed in your memory.

it wasn't until the party had began to dull down and the singing quietened and the booze drained that bellamy finally had you in his hold again.

people still cheered and danced though at least half had left.

nobody could even be angry with the others who continued to sing until all hours of the morning, all they could do is wish they had the same energy as them.

speaking of which, your energy had gotten over it's spike, dropping to the ground as bellamy lead you back to your shared tent.

blankets were littered about the tent, tattered up mattress on the ground where he gently laid you down, stripping himself of his shirt. next, he knelt down against the bed. "c'mon, princess, help me get this off."

with the slightest of whines, you sat up on the bed, helping him strip you of your clothes. you found it was better to sleep nude and not sweat in your clothes anymore than you had to. "like when you call me that." your eyes were struggling to stay open, words a whisper.

"yeah?" a smile spread across his cheeks. they'd hurt hard from the entire night, smiling so much until they ached. and you were the entirety of the reason.

"mhm." you placed your head against his bare chest as he slipped off your cotton socks. "like a lot about you."

he rolled his eyes at this, never being one for taking compliments. "yeah, like my awesome dancing?"

he climbed into the bed, allowing your head to sit on his chest as his fingers gently danced down the delicate skin of your spine. "you don' dance." a yawn left your lips, silence becoming ever more apparent throughout the camp. "but you did because you wanted to make me happy. y'sweet like that."

he knew it was both the tiredness and the drunkeness talking but the softness of your tone, pretty words falling from your lips, the genuineness of your words was enough to have him holding his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting another smile of the night.

"y'think 'm sweet?" he questioned to which you hummed, nodding. "i think you're the sweetest girl the world has to offer."

your chin landed on his chest, tilting your head up to look at him, you swore his eyes sparkled when he looked at you. he swore yours did too. "i have another secret."

"yeah?" tilting his head at you. "tell me."

and you didn't miss a beat, your tone never wavered. there was nothing but absolute certainty in your voice when you spoke the soft words, "i love you."

his lips reached down as if on command, pressing against your own. he swore you were the softest being there was. he sometimes wondered how you could love something as rough and tattered as him. but that was how he knew, you didn't see him as such. a patch here and there, but through your eyes, everything was soft, beautiful. and he just so happened to be so lucky to be the centre of it.

"i love you too."

a sudden whistle of fabric was heard as you both turned upwards at the noise, brown curls falling into sight. bellamy, as if on command, quickly held the blanket further up your body so the intruder couldn't see you.

however, the 'intruder' soon proved to be jasper jordan who's goggles that usually sat on his forehead, now sat over his eyes. "oh, this isn't my tent." though he was giggling wildly. "are you guys reciting poetry?"

"what do you want, jasper?" bellamy's usually soft tone with you turned harder, deeper.

"look, can i just―" he was slurring his own words, hiccuping along the way. "can i just crash here with you guys?"

"no."

"no."

"well, you guys are lucky i know when i'm not wanted around."

and with another swish of fabric, the boy was gone.

you giggled into the chest of your lover. "i feel bad." you spoke truthfully.

"yeah." bellamy paid no mind, moving your body so that it sat against him, pushing your weight on him. "he'll get over it."

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