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flowersforbucky · 9 hours ago

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means i care

joaquín torres x reader

"You were dead, Joaquín. Your heart wasn't beating when I pulled you from that water."

He grins, taking your hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Well, it’s beating now. Because of you. But what’s new? My heart always beats for you.”

word count: 3.3k

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, idiots in love, pining, enhanced!reader with energy manipulation powers, canon level injuries, some angst, fluff, no use of y/n, reader has she/her pronouns, pov switches

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“You know, if we don't succeed here, we'll be looking at World War III. I could use a little extra good luck. If you know what I'm sayin’.”

You shift your gaze from the Indian Ocean outside of the jet's window to the man sitting beside you. At first, you question whether or not you heard him correctly. Then, you see the sly smirk on his lips and the glimmer of mischief in his brown eyes and you realize that you had, in fact, heard him correctly.

If you had any doubt about what he meant by a little extra good luck, the look on his face makes it abundantly clear.

Your eyes flicker to his lips for a split-second before you look back out to the endless expanse of blue water surrounding you. God knows that if you stare at him for a moment too long, you might just be weak enough to give in.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve come dangerously close.

“Good luck, huh? I hope you’ve got a four-leaf clover or a rabbit’s foot stashed somewhere in that suit of yours, then.”

He laughs. The sound fills the jet and for a second, you forget where you are and what all is on the line.

“A thousand four-leaf clovers wouldn’t give me a fraction of the good luck that I’d get from a kis—”

“Landing in five!” Sam calls, effectively breaking the tension in the air. You doubt that it was intentional, but you’re thankful for the interruption nonetheless. As if the list of things on your mind isn’t already a mile long – the last thing you need to add to it right now is kissing Joaquín.

You should be used to it – the flirting and teasing. He hasn’t held back since the moment you met. First, you had assumed it’s just how he is – that he says the same things to any halfway decent looking girl in his age bracket.

Sam had insisted that’s not the case.

Still, past relationship trauma had left you unable to believe that he was being genuine –and unable to believe that any good could come from returning his flirtatious sentiments. Best case scenario, you hook up and relieve the tension that’s been brewing between you for months, things fizzle, and you have to continue to work together while attempting to ignore any awkwardness. Worst case scenario, you let yourself completely fall for him and someone inevitably gets hurt.

This line of work, this lifestyle – it doesn’t mesh well with romantic relationships. You’ve learned that lesson the hard way, a few times over.

So, despite the fact that you think he’s annoyingly attractive, you brush off the compliments and cheesy one-liners. You look for every excuse when he tries to spend time with you outside of work and missions, never letting yourself give in even when every fiber of your being is dying to do so.

Like right now. He sits beside you, his arm and thigh brushing against yours. Even through his thick, heavy gear, it sends a shiver up your spine. You resist the urge to grab his hand in yours and tell him that you and Sam have this handled if he wants to help from the sidelines.

You can hear his response as clear as day in your mind. “Keep to the sidelines? And let you and Sam have all the fun? Pshhh. You wish.”

You bite your tongue, afraid to let him know just how much you care. You might not let it show, but you’re more worried for his safety than you are your own.

There’s no chance of him staying on the base while you and Sam potentially risk your lives. But maybe you can at least give him an incentive to keep himself alive.

Joaquín starts to stand when you place a hand on his arm. He freezes, an almost hopeful expression on his face as he looks at you expectantly.

“Don’t die out there and we’ll see about that kiss. Okay?”

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“Are you listening to a word I say?”

Sam’s voice snaps you out of your trance. You blink rapidly, lubricating your eyes that had been locked on a beeping monitor for an embarrassing amount of time.

“No,” you answer honestly. You glance at him for a brief moment before your eyes are back on the sleeping body a few feet away from you. “Not really. Sorry. What did you say?”

He sighs. He’s trying his hardest to not let it show, but you know that he’s getting a little annoyed with you.

You can’t really find the energy to care. You’re a little annoyed with him, too. He won’t stop tapping his fucking foot against the linoleum floor and the whole room still smells like the Chinese take-out he’d eaten hours ago.

Your stomach growls. Maybe you’re just hangry.

“I said you need to go home,” Sam says in an even tone. “Get a few hours of sleep, take a shower. Eat something that didn’t come out of a vending machine.”

Over the last four days, you’ve spent more time in this hospital room than your own apartment. You’ve only left to go home long enough to shower every other day, and to get gas stations snacks and coffee on occasion. The longest you’d been away from Joaquín’s bedside was yesterday morning, when you went to the Target down the road to put together a get well soon basket for when he wakes up.

Most guests would be asked to leave after standard visiting hours, but you suppose working with Captain America does come with some perks. You suppose it also helps that you were the one who pulled Joaquín from the ocean, flew him to safety, and restarted his heart with your powers while you waited on the emergency medical team to get to you on Celestial Island.

Maybe the hospital staff pities or – or maybe they’re a little scared of you. Either is fine, as long as you aren’t asked to leave for an extended period of time.

You’re hungry, and you need to shower, and a few hours of sleep in an actual bed certainly wouldn’t hurt. But the thought of not being here when he wakes up…

“I’ll call you,” Sam says, as if reading your mind. “I swear. As soon as he wakes up, I’ll let you know.”

You don’t trust your voice enough to speak, so you just nod. You’ve somehow managed to refrain from crying up until this point, but you’re running on a few hours of sleep and it’s starting to get to you.

Despite the various wounds and bruising across his body, he looks peaceful in his sleep. His chest rises and falls with steady breaths, and you feel yourself relax at the visual reminder that he’s okay. He’s resting, and healing, and he’ll wake when his body is ready.

“Okay,” you whisper as you stand up from the scratchy, old recliner that you have been glued to for the majority of the last few days. “You call me as soon as he opens his eyes.”

Before leaving, you walk to the side of his bed. On the table next to him sits a vase of wildflowers that have already started to wilt, and the basket that you had brought, full of some of his favorite things – beef jerky, Takis, gummy bears – as well as a few personal care items that may be of use for the duration of his hospital stay after waking up – deodorant, a toothbrush and travel sized toothpaste, and the biggest stainless steel tumbler that you could find.

In the middle of the basket sits a small, plush falcon. You hadn’t even been looking for it when it caught your eye in the store, but you immediately knew you had to get it for him. Seeing it had felt like a sign that everything is going to be okay.

You remove the stuffed bird from the basket and tuck it between his side and his arm before leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to the center of his forehead. It’s the first time you’ve touched him since the accident, and you’re reluctant to pull away.

Your eyes sting with all of the emotions that you’ve been holding inside for days. You don’t look back at Sam or say another word as you walk out of the room, hoping with everything in you that the next time you walk into this room, he greets you with one of his obnoxiously perfect smiles and a corny pick-up line.

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The first thing Joaquín hears is the low, repetitive beeping of a monitor. When he opens his eyes, he’s momentarily blinded by violent, early morning sunlight creeping through the blind slats.

“Well, well, well. How nice of you to decide to join the living today, Sleeping Beauty.”

He recognizes Sam’s voice a second before he sees him. Slumped in a chair in the corner of the room, he looks like he could use some sleep, himself.

All at once, images of the moments leading up to him plummeting into the ocean come flooding back. He remembers Sam yelling at him to back off from the last missile, the missile firing right at him, and then nose-diving into the ocean as you shriek his name.

You.

His eyes dart around the room in a panic, looking for any sign of you. His heartrate spikes on the monitor. Sam jumps up, rushing over to his side.

“What – where is she – is she okay?”

God, his throat is painfully dry. How long has he been unconscious?

“Easy, easy,” Sam soothes as he takes a seat at the foot of the hospital bed. “She is fine. She was unharmed and has hardly left your side in five days. It was like pulling teeth just to convince her to go home for the night. Made me promise to call her the second you woke up.”

At first, he assumes Sam is just messing with him. You have hardly left his side? You, the same person who has rejected every one of his advances for nearly a year?

“You’re being serious? She’s been here?” He asks in disbelief.

“Oh, yeah,” Sam exhales. “She’s been a mess, man. I don’t know how much you remember, but…” He trails off, avoiding Joaquín’s gaze.

“She’s the one who pulled you from that water. By the time she flew you somewhere safe, you weren’t breathing. She had to restart your heart with her powers until the medical team got to you.”

He can tell by Sam’s demeanor that he isn’t joking around, but he still struggles to wrap his head around it all. He had fucking died? His heart stopped, and you’re the reason that he’s alive? And you stayed with him while he’s been recovering?

Then, he remembers the last words you said to him before arriving on Celestial Island.

Don’t die out there and we’ll see about that kiss. Okay?

He isn’t sure if you really spoke those words, or if it’s some false memory that his subconscious conjured to keep him holding on while on the brink of death.

If it’s the latter, it worked. If it’s the former, and you really did say that, he supposes that offer is probably off the table since he technically did die.

Damn it.

Joaquín attempts to sit up and becomes aware of two things at once – he feels like he has been repeatedly ran over by a bus, and there's something fuzzy tickling his arm.

“What the hell…”

He picks up the small, stuffed falcon and can’t help but smile at it. “You shouldn’t have,” he chuckles, tossing the bird at Sam.

He catches it, smirking. “Oh, I didn’t.”

Sam gestures towards the table beside Joaquín. He follows his gaze, noticing the dying flowers and basket stuffed full of various snacks and self-care items. Whoever chose the contents of the basket, knows him well. He could live off of beef jerky if he had to, and gummy bears are his favorite.

“Who..?” Joaquín asks, trying not to get his hopes up that it could be from the person he most wants it to be from – the person who apparently saved his life.

“Take a guess,” Sam jabs as he tosses the stuffed animal back to Joaquín.

For a second, he thinks his heart just might stop again. He pictures you picking out the items and he has to shake his head to keep himself from grinning too big.

“Man, if I knew that all I had to do was die to get her attention, I would’ve done it a hell of a lot sooner.”

Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Just don’t go making a habit of it, okay? I don’t know if she would forgive you if you did it again.”

Sam then pulls out his cell phone, excusing himself from the room to give you a call and to get Joaquin’s nurse. Once he’s alone, Joaquín fights against all of the stiffness in his body to reach for the basket sitting on the bedside table. In addition to all of the other goodies, there’s a card tucked between a stick of Old Spice deodorant and a bag of Takis.

It isn’t in an envelope. He instantly snorts at the image on the front of the card – it’s a cartoon dog wearing a cone collar with a dejected expression. In bold print, it reads: At least you don’t have to wear a cone.

He opens the card, and immediately recognizes your handwriting.

I specifically remember asking you to not die. Guess you were right about that good luck kiss, after all. I'll remember that next time.

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The simultaneous dread and relief that you feel when you see Sam’s name pop up on your phone can’t be described in words. Dread at the mere possibility of bad news. Relief that it could be what you’ve been hoping to hear for days.

As soon as you hear him say that Joaquín is awake, you’re jumping out of bed at the ass crack of dawn. You don’t think about taking the time to eat any breakfast or even make yourself a cup of coffee – you just throw on some clean clothes, brush your teeth, and you’re out the door.

The short drive to the hospital is spent talking to yourself about what you're even going to say to him. How are things supposed to just go back to normal between the two of after something like this? After it felt like your heart stopped when his did? Do you even want things to go back to normal?

You knew you’d feel relieved to see him awake, but you don’t expect the overwhelming rush of emotions that comes over you as soon as you hear his voice murmur your name.

He's sitting up in his bed, holding the stuffed falcon that you’d given him and smiling at you like you hung the moon and stars as soon as you walk through the door.

That’s when you know the answer to your question – no, you don’t want things to go back to normal between you. With the way that you feel your heart in your throat, you don't think that’s a possibility, anyway.

“This little guy was a nice surprise to wake up to, you know. Kind of wish it had been you, but he’s cute, too.”

You no longer attempt to hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill over for the last five days. You sit on the edge of his bed, directly beside his thigh and meagerly wipe the teardrops that leak down both of your cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” His demeanor completely shifts when he realizes that you’re crying. He leans in closer and pulls you to him. You sob against his chest, and he runs a large hand up and down your back. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here. It's gonna take more than a missile or two to take me out.”

You nod against his chest, but don’t pull away. He continues to massage your back as you attempt to calm down, focusing on the feeling of him against you. When you finally lean back, he wipes a lingering tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“You were dead, Joaquín. Your heart wasn’t beating when I pulled you from that water.”

He grins, taking your hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Well, it’s beating now. Because of you. But what’s new? My heart always beats for you.”

You exhale, finally letting yourself return his cheeky grin. The teasing remark makes you feel the happiest you have in days.

“Leave it to you to find a way to flirt when we are having a conversation about your death.”

“I know, I know,” he sighs, his expression suddenly turning more serious. “I do have a question, though.”

You tilt your head in curiosity.

“When you brought me back to life, was it like a mouth to mouth type thing? Or..?”

You roll your eyes, playfully shoving him back against his pillows. He cackles, his cheeks turning pink. He pulls you back to him, this time even closer than before. You can smell mint on his breath from the toothpaste you’d put in his get well soon basket.

“No. Thought I’d save that for when you’re awake.”

He places his hands on your sides, the light touches sending a thrill through you. The normally chilly hospital room suddenly feels a whole lot warmer.

“Are you sure?” He murmurs. “I don’t want you to think that you.. owe me anything, or have to kiss me just because of what happened—”

You’re shaking your head before he finishes speaking.

“Joaquín,” you interrupt him softly. “I’ve been stupid. So, so stupid and I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that it took something like this for me to open my eyes to what’s been right in front of me this whole time. I knew that if I let myself want more, if I let myself give in, that’d be it for me. And that terrified me. But I don’t care anymore. I’m more terrified of never getting the chance to—”

Suddenly, his hands move from your hips to either side of your face. He pulls you the remainder of the short distance to him, and then his lips are against yours; effectively ending your rambling.

One of your hands cups the nape of his neck, your fingers intertwined in his soft curls. His tongue ghosts along your bottom lip and you eagerly part them for him. The sounds from various machines and the voices out in the hallway all fade to white noise as he moves his lips with yours.

He's gentle. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s still relatively bedridden, but he touches you like he’s touching fine, breakable China. There’s an underlying urgency, like he’s scared he’s dreaming and wants to savor this as much as possible before he opens his eyes.

You pull away with a gentle tug of his bottom lip between your teeth. He doesn’t drop his hands from caressing your face, and your rest your forehead against his, basking in the afterglow of a kiss long overdue.

“Damn,” he breathes. “Please tell me we can do that again, minus all of the months of rejection and the close call with death.”

You laugh. “I can promise you no more rejection, but you have to promise me no more close calls with death.”

A gentle stroke of his thumb across your cheekbone sends goosebumps down your spine. “I promise, mi vida. I’ve been waiting too long for this. There’s no getting rid of me now.”

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mi vida: spanish for "my life"

thank you so much for reading!!! as always, comments and reblogs are very appreciated ♡

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stopnace · 3 days ago

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PINTEREST BLESSED MY FEED ONCE AGAIN.

DANNY RAMIREZ THE MAN YOU AREE😭💋💋

#danny ramirez #the falcon #joaquin torres #cabnw #fanboy top gun #joaquin torres x reader #my man my man my man

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dannysgf · 1 day ago

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— HES SO CUTE IM CRYING. Estábamos mirando el mismo juego!!! vamos!!! :3

#danny ramirez #danny ramirez updates #𐔌 my danny 𐦯 #MY BABY #my man my man my man

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sandamakmak · 8 hours ago

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oh my goddddd 😭🤚🏼

EDIT: i've watched this for the nth time since being aware of this video's existence and my thing is like,,,, wHYYY did his dramatic ass have to kneel 😭🤚🏼 WE GET IT YOU LIKE BEING ON UR KNEES GET UP THO IT'S NOT GOOD FOR ANYONE'S HEALTH 😭🤚🏼

Had to get this video for scientific purposes obviously

#whewww #danny ramirez

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xprloki · 16 hours ago

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Danny Ramirez as “Papasito” in Karol G’s new music video “Papasito”

HIS HANDS?!? THE PLACEMENT?!? THE GRIP!! 🫦

#danny ramirez #danny ramirez x reader #i am going insane #i love him #he’s so pretty #joaquin torres #karol g #his hands #i’m feral

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dameronspector · 2 days ago

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Philophobia (Part 12)

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Reader

Chapter Summary: You have a nasty nightmare and your knight in shining armour saves you. Joaquin is perfect for you. You’re two fools in love. You are so proud of Joaquin and you’re perfect for each other. You allow yourself to he vulnerable and loved on.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, FLUFF. SO MUCH FLUFF, Confessions, Revisiting Past, Mentions of Depression and Phobias, Panic Attacks, Sleep Paralysis, Nightmare, Reader has PTSD, Reader is guilt ridden (they’re basically a younger version of Tony ☹️), Injuries, A lil miscommunication between the love birds, Joaquin loves Reader so much, Kissing, Joaquin is whipped, Nicknames, that’s all I think!

AN: my favourite chapter I’ve ever written for this series im serious.

You opened your eyes to a dark, dreary place.

It looked like a mine shaft, or something. You weren’t sure. All you knew, was that you could smell the perspiration and damp air, a faint sound of water dripping in the distance, a bitter cold permeating your bones, the sound of wind howling and that there were loud clangs.

As if metal was colliding with metal. A mix of groans and shouts accompanied those sounds, 3 adult voices overlapping in anger and frustration.

Groaning, you sat up and looked around the place, trying to decipher where you were. You didn’t have your suit or any weapon either, so your best bet was to be as discreet as possible.

The place was filled with tanks, pipes, huge machines, which all looked abandoned and out of use.

There was still that persistent chaos in the distant, loud noises echoing through the empty place, and you decided to check it out yourself.

You followed the sounds to a room that was so cold, you had to put your hands underneath your armpits to warm yourself.

There was something odd familiar about the scene. Like you’d seen this before. Like it has happened before.

As you rounded the corner, your eyes fell on the three figures aggressively fighting each other, with the snowy mountains in the backdrop that were visible through large hole in the wall, snowflakes drifting in due to the gaping.

The glint of a red and golden armour. The clang of a metallic shield that was painted in the classic red, white and royal blue colours. A flash of a shiny metallic arm, painted with a red star on the bicep.

You let out a loud gasp.

It was your dad, Steve and Bucky fighting.

The footage from the Siberian Hydra Base, that you saw 6 years ago. The one where they almost killed each other.

“No…no! Stop!”, you called out, trying to run towards them but your legs felt like cement, firmly rooted to your place.

And at the same moment, Steve striked Tony, slamming the shield against his arc reactor and you let out a cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you helplessly called out for him to stop.

“No! Stop it, please. All of you, stop it!”, you raised your hands to cover your ears to close off the sounds.

They didn’t hear you.

“(Name)”

Steve kept hitting Tony.

“Steve, Stop!”

“(Name)!”

Tony blasted Bucky’s arm off.

“No! Dad—I’m sorry, Buck, I’m-”

“(NAME)!”

You snapped your eyes open, breath coming out in harsh gasps.

Gone was the hydra base. Gone were the three men fighting to death in front of you. Gone was the biting cold.

Instead, warmth. Soft bed sheets. A toasty, cosy room and the comforting scent of citrus hit your nose.

Joaquin’s beautiful and worried face hovered above you, his gentle hands were resting on your shoulders and his eyes fluttered across your face in concern, pink lips tugged into a frown.

You blinked your eyes quickly to get rid of the daze and tears, looking up at Joaquin and around the room in confusion.

Was that a nightmare or sleep paralysis?

Joaquin’s warm hand came up to rest on your heated cheek, thumb brushing away stray tears.

“Hey, it’s okay. I got you, sweetheart”, he murmured softly, eyes tracking your every move.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, slowly grounding yourself by grasping his wrist tightly.

“I-I need to-”, you rasped, moving to sit up as Joaquin’s hand slid from your cheek to support your back instead, helping you settle against the head board.

You inhaled deeply and buried your head in your hands, digging the heels of them in your eyes to get rid of the nightmare that still clinged to you. The sounds of their screams, their metals, the howling of the wind, rung in your ears like a bell.

Cringing at how you’d embarrassed yourself in front of him again, you began apologising to Joaquin.

“Sorry. For this crap again, I’m-”

“What? No. Why are you apologising?”, he cut you off, hands resting on your knee in support, his voice pitched high in an incredulous tone. Like you’d personally offended him.

“I keep piling this on you…the constant panic attacks and shit. You don’t—you don’t have to look after me, Joaquin. I’m sorry, I keep putting you in such situations where you have to basically babysit me like- like I’m a fucking child”, you groaned, your voice muffled in your palms.

Joaquin frowned. How can you talk about yourself like this? Like you’re some burden?

“Can you please look at me?”, he quietly asked, wrapping a careful hand around your wrist.

“No.”

He sighed and shuffled closer to you, pressing his knees to yours and he crowded your space and gently tugged at your hands.

“Angel, come on”, he pleaded.

You paused. There was that nickname, again. And that got your attention enough to look up at him. He grinned softly.

“Why do you keep calling me that?”, you grumbled.

He blushed. His whole face turned a bright shade of red.

You smiled crookedly.

You were so close, that if any one of you moved even an inch, your lips would meet.

“Uh-don’t change the topic. Listen to me first”, he chided, albeit nervously, coughing at the end of his sentence before holding your hands in his, placing them on his thigh.

“I’m- I don’t ‘babysit�� you. I stay with you, willingly, because I care for you. Because I want to look after you. Because I-”, he licked his lips in nervousness, eyes focusing on your joined hands, thumbs caressing the back of yours.

“Because I hate seeing you in pain. If I could, I would take away all your pain, and shoulder it all on me.”

You stared at him, perplexed.

How can he just randomly say such deep and heart warming things out of nowhere? He surprised you everyday with his sensitivity and empathy.

He looked up and saw that your eyes were tearing up, again.

“Wait-wait wait, did I say something wrong? I’m sorry”, he sputtered, leaving a hand to wipe your tears away.

You let out a wet giggle and sniffled, Joaquin pausing in his movements and staring at you with wide eyes, drinking in how beautiful you looked, even with tears wetting your face and the low light of the room making it glow. That’s exactly why he called you ‘angel.’

If Sam or Bucky were here, they would’ve teased him for having actual heart eyes.

“No, you dumbass. You’re just-”, you sighed, looking at him with a smile stretching on your lips.

“You’re really cute, Torres.”

Joaquin’s mouth parted before he giggled, ducking his head shyly.

“Thank you. For everything”, you breathed out, hesitant hands squeezing his sure ones.

He looked up, a sweet smile lightening up his face, the moles around his mouth and cheeks raising up like checkpoints for you to trace.

“There’s a little somethin’…”, he suddenly pointed at his cheeks, signalling you about the same.

You frowned, “What? Where?”, raising a hand to wipe whatever was on your face, turning your head to the side.

Joaquin smirked at having successfully distracted you, before taking the opportunity to dive in and press a lingering kiss to your cheek.

You squealed as his lips puckered against your skin and departed with a loud smack.

“What was that for?!”, you whispered in surprise.

Joaquin simply shrugged and tugged you closer, your head tucked in the space between his neck and shoulder, a huge sigh leaving your mouth.

His arms embraced you oh so sweetly, the warmth of them almost lulling you back to sleep. He laid his cheek by your hairline, slowly rocking you back and forth.

It was quiet for a while, your breath hitting his collarbones in a warm kiss, his steady breathing and arms acting as a balm for the terror you’d experienced when you suddenly remembered about the new accessory he was wearing.

“You wear those glasses for fashion purposes or you actually need them?”, you murmured against his throat.

He froze, breath hitching for a moment.

“They’re prescribed”, he grumbled like a child, his lips brushing against your skin.

You snorted quietly, “What was that about?”

He stayed silent. You furrowed your brows and pulled away from him slightly, lifting your head to look at the pout on his face.

“Alright, who stole your candy?”, you teased, his hands splayed on your back, yours fisting in his shirt.

He whined. He actually whined like a petulant toddler.

“‘Cause they look stupid. I look like I should be in a chemistry lab instead of the Air Force.”

You stared at him for a beat before bursting out in giggles.

“You—stop laughing! That’s not funny, they make me look like a fuckin’ nerd and I can’t not wear them, because I can’t see without them”, he groaned, poking your stomach lightly.

You only giggled louder.

“Oh, come on!”, he grumbled and lightly pushed you away, careful not to be too rough.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”, you held his hands by his firm chest, looking up at his pretty, spectacled face intensely, a sliver of smile still lingering on your lips. He furrowed his brows, a crease appearing in between them.

“You’re an idiot, because they only make you look prettier, Quino.”

It was comical how quickly his expression changed, making him look like a deer in headlights, his brown eyes blown wide like a newborn fawn, the glasses only enhancing their beauty.

It should’ve been a crime how gorgeous Joaquin Torres was, because he was ruining your life.

That familiar pink dust took over Joaquin’s face again, his heart racing against your interlaced hands on his chest as his eyes fluttered across your face.

He was slowly leaning in, your breathing faster as you half shut your eyes in anticipation and the moment was broken by the loud sound of his phone, the two of you jumping apart, your faces heating up.

“I uh—I’ve to take- must be Sam-”, he stuttered, reluctantly releasing your hands.

You pursed your lips and nodded, clearing your throat, “Yeah-yeah, of course.”

Joaquin nodded tersely before walking back to the couch, answering his phone right away.

“Hey, Sam. What’s up…—-Yeah, sure.

You guys alright?

Okay, that’s good.

Will bring some first aid—Yep. See you. Bye.”

You looked at Joaquin expectantly after he ended the call.

“They’re asking us to meet at that GRC camp in 15, with some first aid. They…got into an altercation with Walker. Sam said they’ll share the rest when we get there”, he sighed.

You nodded in understanding.

“I’ll freshen up till then, hope that’s okay?”, you asked while getting off the bed.

“Of course, please. I’ll pack the supplies. Take your time, angel”, he softly replied, the slip up going unnoticed by him.

You blushed and nodded hastily, rushing into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

So, in the 15 minutes spent inside the bathroom, you’d changed in a comfortable pair of trousers and a sleeveless shirt, your dad’s leather jacket layered on top and outside the bathroom, Joaquin had received a call from his team leader that he’d have to go back on a mission with them. And he’d have to go back tonight itself.

Joaquin was a hardworking man. And he was disciplined, even if he didn’t look like it at times. He made sure he fulfilled all of his duties promptly and perfectly. Be it working for Sam or doing his job as a soldier, he wasn’t someone who slacked for no reason.

But, the thought of leaving you behind, especially after the nightmare you’d had today, was making an ache spread across his chest and lungs, capturing over his heart fully.

He’d seen the way your body had seized up before erupting in tremors, and the sobs, oh god, the painful sobs that left your mouth, they were unbearable to witness for him.

All he wanted to do, was keep you close to him. Your funny and witty quips, your attempts at hiding your blush away from him, your sweet smile and contagious laughter, yojr strength and courage—you had him completely. And he wasn’t sure he could handle leaving you behind while you suffered alone.

His throat hurt with a truth that he’s known for a long time.

He loved you. So much.

He wasn’t sure, how to break the news to you, because he would have wear his army uniform and you’d know, right away.

“Joaquin?”

And there you were. Looking as radiant as ever, your sharp eyes observing his tensed body language closely.

He almost smiled in adoration. You were too intelligent and observant to be lied to. And he was too gone for you to be able to lie to you without fumbling.

You quirked an eyebrow.

“Are you okay?”

There it was.

You slowly made your way over to him, standing right in front of him as he kept staring at you the whole time.

“Yeah, why?”, he asked casually.

“Dunno. You’re all tense and stuff. And you’re rubbing your fingers against each other so, you either did something stupid or you wanna say something”, you shrugged.

He chuckled in disbelief at your observation of him, “Are you that obsessed with me?”

You glared at him half heartedly, “Oh, you’re soooo funny. Just say it, flyboy.”

Joaquin’s smile disappeared, a sad little look taking over his face, lips tugged into a frown and eyes flickering across the room, avoiding your gaze at all costs.

“I uh—I’ve to go.”

You blinked, “You have to go? Where?”

He cleared his throat, putting his hands on his hips and staring at his feet, “They’ve called me in for a mission.”

It was your turn to frown, as you still couldn’t catch on, “Who? Sam?”

Joaquin let out a humourless chuckle, before finally meeting your eyes.

“No, angel. My team leader has called me in. I gotta go to DC. Got a meeting there, and then a mission in Dubai.”

You paused, your heart falling into a pit as you took the information in.

“…When are you leaving?”, you asked hesitantly.

He sighed, a hand dragging down his face, “Tonight. Don’t know when I’ll return.”

“Oh”, you whispered, a hand coming up to massage the inside of your wrist where you could feel your heart beat, eyes darting across the room in unease.

“Yeah”, he said quietly, glossy eyes looking at you in adoration and longing, body coiled tightly in tension and anticipation.

You swallowed, tightening your hand around your wrist before exhaling gently.

“Well, good luck, Jay”, you tried to give him a smile. It came off as jagged and fake.

Joaquin frowned, his heart stuttering to a halt in his rib cage. Had he read it wrong? Did you not feel as deeply for him, as he did for you? Did you not feel like your heart was going to explode in pain from the thought of separating with each other, like his own heart did?

No. That can’t be it. You’d never play with someone’s feelings like this.

“You-you’ll be okay?”, his voice fragile with worry, hands twitching to bring you close to him.

You sniffled before looking up at him, expression schooled into a calm and relaxed look, years of PR training making it easier for you to slip back into that persona.

As if this didn’t just break your heart. As if your body wasn’t having a weird reaction to separating from him for god knows how long.

“Always”, and you flashed him that classic ‘I’m-actually-not-okay-but-I-have-to-act-like-it-so-that-I-don’t-freak-out’ smile.

Thanks for the acting skills, dad, you thought.

Joaquin blinked in surprise, pursing his lips as he nodded tersely to dissipate the awkwardness, “Yeah-yeah. Cool. That’s great”, he gave you a tight lipped smile.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence before you decided to speak up.

“We should leave. They’re probably injured, so..”, you trailed off.

“Yes. Uh-let’s leave”, he agreed, hands busying themselves with picking up the first aid and his bags.

You pursed your lips and walked out of the room, leaving him standing there, staring at your retrieving figure longingly. The same dejecting thoughts choking him: Had he just messed this up? Did he read it all wrong? He wasn’t that naïve, right?

He desperately hoped he wasn’t because he wouldn’t survive the heartbreak, at all.

As soon as you entered the camp, your eyes fell on Bucky and Sam’s bruised faces. Bucky’s were already healing a bit, all thanks to his serum. Sam’s face was still covered in blue and purple splotches, a slight limp in his walk.

“What the hell happened?”, you announced as you made your way to them, Joaquin lingering by a police officer as he assessed the situation.

Sam and Bucky exchanged looks.

“Well, we beat Walker’s ass and then he proceeded to beat ours, so”, Bucky deadpanned in that bored tone of his.

Sam clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Man, come on.”

You narrowed your eyes at Bucky, “I know that, smartass. Why did you do that, is what I’m asking.”

“We tried talking him down. He’s gone insane. Didn’t listen to a word and just started throwin’ hands”, Sam sighed.

You clenched your jaw, “Someone needs to get that loser arrested.”

Sam scoffed, Bucky shook his head.

“Well, what about Karli?”, you prodded.

“The GRC is conducting raids to try and find Karli, but so far they’ve only found her followers. They’ve searched this camp, and just like the last camp, nothing. She’s gone. We’ll never find her”, Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Joaquin walked over, standing next to you before pointing at Bucky.

“Hey, you got your sleeve back. Are you off to take care of Zemo?”

You snorted. Joaquin felt his heart lurch at that.

Bucky didn’t find that funny, so he just walked away, irritated.

“All right, good to know you survived”, Joaquin quipped, watching Bucky walk away.

Sam sighed.

“Don’t mind him”, you consoled Joaquin and squeezed his arm. Joaquin stared at you in yearning.

“What’s our next steps, Torres?”, Sam asked, dropping a bag by the table.

Joaquin shrugged, “Captain America killing a foreign national in public, it’s kinda like a big deal. Like international incident big. Folks, uh, higher up on the payroll are all over it now. So, unfortunately… they’re taking jurisdiction”, he was relaying all the information like a computer, his eyes trained on the bag that Sam had dropped, circling it slowly.

“Yeah”, Sam rasped, leaning back against the table.

You kept your eyes on Joaquin, taking in his curious movements.

He picked up the bag, “What happened to these?”, muttering in concern before setting the bag on top of the table opposite you, the bag opening to display Sam’s falcon wings.

They’d broken down. Again.

You furrowed your brows in concern, walking over to stand by Joaquin, “Oh, they need a complete do-over”, you mumbled absently.

Sam watched you two fuss over the wings in amusement. Both of you had the same expression on your faces.

“So is there anything we can do?”, he asked Joaquin.

“Not really. As you can see, they’ve cordoned off the whole camp, and Karli’s a ghost. After what went down, she is laying extra low. Like, under-underground”, Joaquin pursed his lips in thought before continuing.

Sam shook his head, “And that’s why it makes sense for us to get involved. The longer we let her regroup, the harder it’s gonna be to find her. She’s got people helping her from all over the world, on all platforms.”

Joaquin pursed his lips, “She’s really, really good at this thing.”

“Yeah”, Sam agreed.

You stood there, zoned out, because you were too busy admiring how good he looked in that uniform. The only man to do so.

The conversation you’d had sometime ago was still fresh, and a strange limbo had set over you two. One where there were awkward silences and a thick tension, but your quips and jokes didn’t end.

Joaquin turned his attention back to the wings, “How’d these break?”

His concern for the wings was absolutely adorable, making a tiny smile break out on your face as Sam caught his fixation with the wings, too, and he merely sighed in exhaustion.

And then, he decided to say something in that low, laid back voice of his, that made you feel like you should’ve kissed him stupid when you had the chance to.

“Anyway, all we can do now is sit tight and just chill. Sometimes, there’s nothing to do until there’s something to do.”

You stared at him wide eyed, your expression softened with fondness for this man.

Sam caught that, a knowing smirk stretching across his lips.

“That’s bizarrely wise”, he teased Joaquin, who let out a bashful laugh, his bright teeth fully on display, brown eyes shining like warm pools of honey and cheeks sweetly swollen.

“Well, I’m a bizarrely wise man, Sam.”

You were gone for.

Your heart did a back flip, stomach erupted in butterflies, your chest overflowing with a sudden wave of admiration, happiness and—

Love.

The thought was so overwhelming, that you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry, scream or laugh. Maybe all three.

Was it the impending separation? Or was this just an amalgamation of all the suppressed emotions and feelings you’d been harbouring against him ever since you met him?

“Yeah, all right”, Sam joined in the chuckles before patting Joaquin on the back.

“Thanks, Torres.”

Joaquin grinned, “For sure.”

“(Name)?”

You jumped as Sam’s voice snapped you out of your daydreaming, Joaquin looking over to you in worry.

“Yeah?”, you cleared your throat.

Sam gave you a look.

“Say your goodbyes and come find me”, he suggested, a hand resting over your shoulder, eyes shining with something mischievous, as if he knew what was happening.

You nodded fervently, “Yep. I will.”

Sam gave you a smile and walked away, before Joaquin called him back, “Wait, yo, you forgot the wings.”

Sam paused, looking at you and Joaquin before grinning like a cheshire cat.

Your heart raced against your chest.

“Keep ’em”, Sam announced before walking away, leaving behind an awe-struck Joaquin and an ecstatic you.

Because what do you mean, two of the most important men in your life were finally ready to own who they’re meant to be?

You couldn’t stop the huge smile from splitting your face, turning around to watch as Joaquin ran his hands across the wings, the motion so delicate, so full of admiration and respect, that it made your eyes brim with tears.

The conversation you’d had with him in Berlin and back at Sam’s apartment, still ringing in your ears. How fondly he’d spoke of wanting to be like Sam, how he wanted to fly and be as free as Sam was. How he wants to help the underdogs.

Your lungs expanded with pride and love, so much love, for this ambitious, determined, kind and beautiful man.

You nudged him with your shoulder, bringing his attention to you.

“You’ve got tough competition in the skies, bird boy. You better pull up your socks”, you joked, your voice a little shaky.

His glassy eyes narrowed, before he laughed in realisation, nudging you back gently.

“I’ve got a good instructor”, he teased back, the air around you sticky with lightness and warmth, while you bit the inside of your cheek to keep the huge smile from breaking out.

The warmth didn’t last long, as it was soon the time for goodbye.

Maybe you were being dramatic. But you’d wanted him to be with you, instead of going off in some other country where you had no ways to check on him, unless he got the clearance to.

The dull ache in your chest returned, blooming across your entire body as you got closer and closer to the door of the camp, where he’d be picked up by a military issued escort.

He wasn’t doing any better, his hands were constantly fidgeting with the straps of his bags, eyes darting around the place like a ping pong ball bouncing off a table, his shoulders brushing with yours every now and then.

The tension was thick. One of you had to say something before any of you did something stupid.

“So, that’s me”, he murmured as the two of you neared the main entrance.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, “Yeah. I-Take care, Joaquin.”

Joaquin stared at you, “Yeah, I will.”

You turned your head to the side to avoid looking at him.

He cleared his throat, “No hugs for me?”, he joked, voice lilting with hope.

You hesitated.

He took it in the wrong way. Shaking his head in dejection, he began walking towards the car when you suddenly grabbed his wrist, the one holding the wings.

He whipped his head around to look at you.

“Wait. I’m—It’s not-”, your voice wavered. You took a minute to breathe before continuing, hand still holding his wrist, thumb pressed again his racing heart beat.

His mouth fell open. You pursed your lips, closing your eyes in an attempt to gather your thoughts.

“Okay. I’m not-I’m not good at this. Expressing my feelings, I mean. But I’m gonna try. For you. Because if I don’t say it now, I won’t ever. Can I?”, you let out in a breath, eyes wide with request.

Joaquin was stunned, but he managed to give you a nod, eyebrows creased in anticipation and confusion, both.

You released his hand, putting them in the pockets of your jacket instead for comfort.

“Well. You—everything that you’ve done for me so far, it’s meant a lot to me, Joaquin. I-I don’t know what I did to deserve your kindness, when I’ve been nothing but off putting since we met but, I appreciate it a lot.”

Joaquin tensed. This was the moment where you tell him that you only see him as a friend. As a shoulder to cry on. And that he’d been way too clingy.

You continued, eyes trained at your shoes, “And um-you’ve become very special to me”, your voice cracked at ‘special’.

Joaquin’s heart thundered.

“I just want you to know that I-uh…I like you. A lot. More than I should or deserve.”

Joaquin was dead, he was sure. He was imagining it, right?. There’s no way you returned his feelings, right? He couldn’t even move if he wanted to.

“I understand if-if you don’t wanna pursue this further but-I just-”

“Stop”, he blurted out abruptly.

You jumped, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry, sorry-I just-stop. Please. Give me a second-” he sputtered, dropping the bags on the floor with a dull thud, hands coming up to rest on your face.

You stared at him in shock, glossy eyes wide and mouth agape, hands resting on his elbows to steady yourself.

“Okay, first of all. Don’t talk about yourself like that, angel, please”, he murmured, face set into a deep frown as if the mere thought of someone bad mouthing you hurt him.

Your lips twitched.

“And, ‘if I don’t wanna pursue this’? I’ve been waiting for you to say this, are you serious? Like, I’d made my peace with the fact that you might not like me back, and I was ready to wait for you, even then. (Name)-”, he broke out in a fit of disbelieving giggles, his eyes shining with earnestness and adoration, hands bringing your face closer to his.

“What?”, you blurted out, heart stopping momentarily, hands coming up to grasp his wrists.

“You’re a beautiful, beautiful fool. But you’re my beautiful fool”, he breathed out, his brown eyes never leaving your face for even a second, thumbs smoothing out the skin beneath your eyes, while your bottom lip wobbled a bit.

Then he continued with a shaky voice.

“I like you, too. So much”, you felt your eyes brim with tears.

“It’s kinda funny, because Sam and Bucky have been on my ass to ask you out since forever. In fact, Sam was personally steering the ship to get us to start dating”, he chuckled towards the end of it.

You scrunched your nose and grumbled, “Oh, I know, those two have been very nosy lately.”

Joaquin smiled, eyes twinkling with joy.

You looked at him shyly, brushing away a stray curl from his forehead before brushing your hand through the buzzed side of his hair, tangling it into the curls after.

He leaned into it like a cat asking for more pets.

“I just—”

You couldn’t finish your sentence further, because Joaquin put a hand on the nape of your neck and pushed you closer, smashing his lips onto yours and drawing out a squeal from you.

His other hand wrapped around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to his chest, the hand on your neck warm and steady, him dipping you a little to kiss you deeper, nose smushed against yours.

Your hand fully disappeared into the curls at the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp, which drew a content hum from him, your other hand fisting his shirt at the chest.

He was, basically, devouring you, but in a gentle and loving way that only Joaquin was capable of. His soft, plush lips massaging yours with equal parts tenderness and fervour. At one point he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, swallowing the quiet moan that escaped your mouth before you two had to separate for air.

Both of you were breathless, foreheads leaning against each other, your eyes still closed as if you were trying to commit this moment to memory.

Joaquin nudged your nose with his, a hand curling behind your ear to keep you there.

Your chin quivered as the situation loomed over you again, bringing a shaky hand up to cup his jaw tenderly, pulling away slightly to see his face better, he had a dopey expression on his face, drunk on your lips and devotion for you, his cheeks were splotched in that familiar pink colour again.

“You can’t say all that, and kiss me like that, just to run away in the next few minutes”, you teased in a wobbly voice.

His face fell, eyebrows creasing tightly as if your words had physically harmed him. Eyes wide and heart beating faster than ever, he started rambling away, hands cradling your face back in his palms.

“Wait, no no no. I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t request to be on this mission or anything, I swear, all I wanna do is be next to you but, you know how it is, I can’t say no because—”

You cut him off with a firm kiss to his lips, shutting him up effectively, as he returned it gently.

“I know, Quino. I get it. I just…I’m just gonna miss you, is all”, you circled your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in the curls at his nape, keeping your gaze trained at his collarbones to avoid eye contact.

A gentle hand raised your head back up, brown pools of honey looking into your glassy ones with full attention.

“I know. Me too, angel. I’ll miss you so much, I’m gonna lose my mind. But I’ll be back before you know it, I swear. I’ll try to contact you as much as I can, hm? Is that okay with you?”, his low, slightly scratchy voice mumbled, thumb running back and forth on your jawline.

Swallowing your tears and sudden neediness, you nodded, pushing forward to press a lingering kiss to his heated cheek, and he leaned into it, keeping you there with his strong arms going around your waist.

He was dangerous, because he was turning you into a pile of mush, a part of yours that had been dormant for a while now. But he made you feel safe, your body automatically craving for his warmth and soft embrace, as if it was a balm for all of your troubles and pains.

And you weren’t going to fight it.

The last time you had missed out on saying things, it’s cost you three of your family members and a person you loved dearly. You’re not missing out on the chance to freely love this amazing man in front of you.

“Come back to me soon, bird boy. I’ll be waiting”, you whispered against his ear, pulling him in for a tight hug, your face buried in his neck.

He splayed his hands on your back, a content sigh leaving his mouth as he pressed his face into your shoulder, lips slightly puckered to press a kiss to it.

He’d almost said it today. Almost. But your comfort was more important to him, so he’ll shut up and wait until you’re ready to say it. He’s more than happy to wither away and wait for you, than scare you away and feel like dying.

The car’s horn made you jump apart from each other, Joaquin holding your hands tightly in his before lifting his bags up. You watched him with a fond smile.

“What?”, he asked as he adjusted his bag, grinning at you in a goofy way.

You smiled and shook your head, “Nothing. I’m really happy for you. Nobody deserves them more than you”, you referred to the wings.

He froze, a slight wet sheen coating his eyes before he whined, “You’re not making this easier, angel.”

You chuckled and ruffled his hair, “Sorry, sorry.”

He moved in close to press three feverish kisses to your lips and one on your cheek, before running away towards the car.

Not even 10 seconds later, you received a text from him:

Flyboy: wait, we’re dating now, right? Like, relationship dating and not casual-limbo dating?

You snorted. He was ridiculously cute.

You: idek where do u pick up those terms from, but yes ofcourse ☺️

Flyboy: ok that’s good thank god 🙏

Flyboy: i made that up

Flyboy: miss u already 😘

Blushing furiously, you sent back a heart and practically skipped over to Sam, feeling lighter than you ever did in the last few years.

BONUS

Joaquin let out a giddy laugh at your texts, replaying the kiss and your tender touch, your praise and adoration for him, the way you looked so vulnerable in front of him, and he thought: he was honoured to be able to see you like this.

Happy, bright, smiling and not afraid to express yourself.

Like you’d finally let yourself be cared for and loved on. Like you’d ser yourself free.

And oh, he’ll do anything to protect you against anything wrong.

His cheeks hurt with how much he’d been smiling, how you’d look like you were more happy than him about the wings and how you’d initiated the hug. He felt like he was lit up from inside.

And you’d find out later, that your contact name in Joaquin’s phone was saved as ‘Girasol 🌻’ because you were his light.

Part 13

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Lovely Life ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You meet and fall in love with Joaquín during The Blip + your life after it

tw: fem!reader, reader has a younger brother, reader has glass child syndrome, reader's brother is named Eddy, Eddy calls reader Bubbles, Eddy and reader have a good relationship, timeline might be a little wonky but I'm trying, mentions of the Blip, Joaquín has a breeding kink (he does and no one can change my mind), reader and Joaquín practically adopt Bob as their younger brother, suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Thunderbolts* Spoilers are probably in here!! I don't know why this took so long for me to write but I hope you all enjoy this!!

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You couldn't really place when the shift happened. Maybe because it wasn't a big shift, you were always told you were so independent and easy to raise. So when your parents started to push you behind, stopped saying they were proud of you, stopped showing they loved you, you never really noticed. Not right away at least, but it showed even more in high school. Your brother was a freshman your senior year, and his grades started to slip.

His failures seemed to be your fault, something you could fix. You were forced to help him, which you did in earnest. It wasn't his fault that your parents were blaming you for his failures. "Eddy?" You knocked on his bedroom door.

"Bubbles, I can't do this anymore," Eddy whispered to you, his voice cracking in the middle.

"Do what?" You pushed his door open frantically.

"Everything, it's too much," he admitted and you rushed to him, you ran your eyes over him and then around him. "I didn't do anything, but I'm thinking about it. I need help," he admitted and you nodded.

"Mom and dad will be home in a few hours, or I could call them home now."

"No!" Eddy shook his head at you. "They'll blame you, say you could have prevented it. It's not fair to you, they don't even listen when I tell them," he told you.

"Do you want to go to a therapist? I'm 18 and mom and dad have given me the right to make medical decisions for you. I could make you an appointment, they wouldn't have to know," you suggested, your heart breaking at the thought you couldn't help your brother anymore than that.

"Ok, yeah," he nodded at you. You moved to leave but Eddy grabbed your arm. "Please stay, I don't think I can be alone right now."

"I was going to order pizza, call around to find a therapist, and use the bathroom. Just follow me around, you used to when we were little anyway," you told him and he nodded.

You went to the bathroom first, Eddy stood in the hallway. You left and the pair of you made your way downstairs. You ordered two pizzas, your toppings and his. It took longer to find a therapist than you thought, but you soon found one not far from your work. You could drive Eddy there under the guise of him helping at the VA and your parents would none the wiser.

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You started spending more time at the VA, even when you weren't getting paid. It's how you met Sam Wilson, you learned he was Air Force and had lost his wingman in the field. In return for you listening to Sam's problems, Sam listened to yours. "Have you considered that you may have glass child syndrome?"

"Oh, yeah, my therapist says I do," you nodded, you two were setting up for an event the VA was throwing.

"Are you doing what she's telling you to do to help?"

"Mostly, I'm supposed to ask for what I want and for help from my parents too, but I just freeze every time. She's proud that I can with you though," you told him, your eyes darting to the door as Eddy walked in.

You graduated high school last year and in the past year, you could see the noticeable shift in Eddy. He seemed to be lighter on his feet and you hadn't caught him slipping on his grade or crying alone in his room. "Hey Bubbles! Hey Sam!" Eddy called over, taking his place behind the front desk. You had gotten him a job there too, wanting to keep him close just in case.

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Then Sam disappeared and suddenly he was wanted for helping Captain America. Then half the population disappeared, including your brother. It was a rough five years, your parents house went to you and you just left it empty. You couldn't face having to clean it out, you visited the remembrance memorial often. Finding your bother's name, followed by your parents, was second nature. You would just stand there for hours, staring at the names while willing yourself not to cry. You kept your job at the VA, you would stare at the seat Eddy was sitting in when he just turned to dust. You would trace your fingers over the last spot you had seen your younger brother.

At some point you found Sam's name on the memorial, you hadn't even thought about looking for his name before. You guessed there was a part of you that just knew he was gone with the others, it was there you met someone new. "Did you know him?" A man's voice made you jump, he couldn't have been much older than you.

"Sam? Yeah, did you?" You questioned him.

"No, I looked up to him though. He's the reason I wanted to be Air Force," he admitted and you smiled at him.

"He's be proud to hear that, though he'd never admit it," you told him. "I'm y/n, by the way," you offered your hand.

"Joaquín Torres," he offered his name. That fateful conversation changed the course of your life, you and Joaquín hung out a lot. It brought a sense of normalcy to your life during The Blip, but you never took the step over the blurry line of friendship.

Not until one night, you two shared one drunken kiss. You had frozen, your brain working faster than you could voice.

You don't deserve his attention You're not good enough You're not worthy of his attention

"Angel?" Joaquín's voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked at him with wide eyes. He had a pretty good idea about what was happening in your head. You had told him about how your parents treated you, how your therapist diagnosed you with Glass Child Syndrome and you've never quite gotten over it. "Whatever your mind is telling you, it's wrong," his voice was gentle as he took your hands. "I don't know exactly what it's saying, but you do deserve my attention. You are good enough for this," Joaquín's words hit you exactly where you needed them too.

"Are you sure?" You couldn't help but ask, tightening your hold on his hands.

"As sure as I am that the sun will rise in the morning," he told you and you laughed gently, maybe he was right.

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You were at work when everyone came back, your brother just appeared in the seat he was in five years ago. "Eddy?" Your brother looked up at you and noticed the immediate change in you.

"Bubbles, what?" He looked around and his eyes scrunched. So many things were different.

"Holy shit!" You rushed to your brother and pulled him into your arms. Eddy hugged you back confused. "It's been five years, dude!" You pulled back before swiping your phone off the counter. Your phone was immediately flooded with messages from other people who were missing but you only called one person.

"What? Five years?" Eddy questioned.

"Quino, baby, Eddy's back," you told him as soon as he answered.

"Are you at work?" Joaquín questioned.

"Yeah, I am," you affirmed, looking back to Eddy with teary eyes.

"I'll be there soon," he told you before the line went dead.

"Five years, Eddy. Five fucking years," you mumbled. "Mom and dad dusted too, they're probably at home," you were rambling.

"Bubbles," Eddy called your attention and you stopped talking. "Who's Quino? What happened? What's going on?"

"Oh, Qunio is Joaquín. He's my boyfriend, fiance. I'm still getting used to saying that," you admitted. "From what was released, there was this giant purple alien that came from space and got rid of half the living population. I guess The Avenger's fixed everything," you told him, moving to hugging him again.

"You're engaged?" Eddy whispered.

"Yeah, you'll love him. He's coming to meet you now," you told him. "Oh, are you hungry?"

"Yeah, it literally feels like I blinked and everything changed," he told you and you nodded.

"I'll order a pizza," you told him as Joaquín rushed through the door. "Joaquín," you hugged him and pressed a kiss to his lips before introducing him to Eddy.

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Your parents weren't as happy that you were engaged, but they loved Joaquín. He got to see first hand how they didn't seem to care about you and your feelings over your brother's. Not even knowing that you were five years older and went those five years without them. You seemed used to it, even offered to help your parents with anything.

You met Sam at the VA only a few weeks after everyone came back, he seemed off. "Hey Sam," you waved at him and he just pulled you into a hug.

"Hey," he pulled away and gave you a look. Your hair was longer and you looked mostly the same. But the nice ring on your left hand caught his attention. "You're engaged?"

"Yeah, to a nice Air Force Intelligence Officer," you told him, your smile wide. "Joaquín Torres," you told Sam Joaquín's name.

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Sam started working with the Air Force a few weeks later, and suddenly you found yourself hearing about Sam everyday anyway.

"Baby, I'm working with Sam," Joaquín told you one day, a shotty phone call being your only communication at the moment.

"Oh? Nice," you didn't mean to sound dismissive but you were also in the middle of making dinner.

"You're cooking, aren't you?"

"How did," you trailed off.

"You only ever sound dissmissive when you're cooking or baking. Otherwise I have your full attention, and since it's about 5pm, I just guessed. What are you making for dinner, espléndida?" Joaquín questioned. espléndida = gorgeous

"Steak with roasted potatoes and carrots," you told him, humming to a tune stuck in your head. "Eddy's coming over for dinner and apparently my parents are still only ordering in. He needs a good meal that doesn't come from a restaurant," you told Joaquín.

"You're a good sister, will be an even better mom," Joaquín told you and you laughed lightly.

"You going to make me one?" You joked lightly.

"I mean, I could borrow the wings. We can make one as soon as I get there, like right now," Joaquín rushed out and you laughed harder.

"Joaquín Torres! You're on a mission!"

"Yeah, a mission to get you pregnant," he muttered and you barked out another laugh.

"At least marry me first," you told him, pulling the potatoes and carrots out of the oven.

"I'm trying!" He shot back and you smiled.

"Mm, I've already said yes. Tell Sam to tell your CO to let you come home long enough for out wedding. Then take leave for our honeymoon," you told him, leaning against the counter as you stared at the resting steak.

"Bubbles! I'm here!" Eddy called from the front door.

"In the kitchen!" You called back to him and watched him walk in. He was a junior in high school now and he looked it. "Say hi to your future brother in law," you told Eddy.

"Hey, Joaquín," Eddy said into your phone, unnecessarily close to where it rested on the counter.

"Hi, Eddy. How's school going?" Joaquín was always curious about how Eddy was doing. He seemed to love Eddy just as much as you do.

"Pretty ok, struggling a bit on physics," he shrugged and you gave him a flat look.

"Are you even going to the tutor?" You questioned, turning off the alarm that you were using to time the setting steaks.

"Sometimes, mom and dad don't really like me going. They said I should just come to you,' he shrugged and you and Joaquín sighed in unison. "I go when I can," he added on.

"Good, food's done," you said and pointed to your cabinet you kept the plates in.

"I have to go anyway," Joaquín said. "I love you."

"I love you more, Joaquín. Bye!"

"Impossible," Joaquín joked. "Bye, baby. Bye, Eddy!" The line went dead as you and Eddy stacked your plates with the food you made.

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Joaquín and Sam got a whole office in a government building, rendering it their home base. It gave you and Joaquín enough time to finally get married and go on your honeymoon. Joaquín joking said it was a disaster since you came home still baby free, but you just told him you two would keep trying. Even if you both knew you were still taking birth control and you both knew that you weren't ready for children yet, it was still nice to indulge Joaquín in his breeding kink.

You took Joaquín and Sam lunch a lot, Sam appreciated the lunch but he would complain every time you and Joaquín got too lovey dovey. "Come on, you don't do this enough at home? Or do you just like making me grossed out?"

"Come on, man. This is my wife and you expect me not to show her that I love her?" Joaquín vaguely gestured over your body and you just laughed.

"I can stop bringing lunch," you offered.

"No, it's fine. I'll put up with this if it means I get homemade lunch," Sam relented and you laughed, pushing yourself to sit on the edge of Joaquín's desk.

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Both Sam and Joaquín went with you to your brother's graduation. Joaquín was still healing from his incident at Celestial Island, but he was ok enough to come to Eddy's graduation. The three of you cheered the loudest and your voice echoed through the whole hall. "That's my brother!" You cringed into yourself as you heard your voice echo back at you but Joaquín and Sam backed you up by yelling louder until the next person was being called.

Eddy went right passed both of your parents and straight to you. You hugged him tight and told him how proud you were of him before he hugged Joaquín and Sam. Your parents were last and you could tell they really didn't care, they had emotionally checked out of being a parents since The Blip. They left right after the hugs and you made sure to jump in to try and fill the hole you knew their departure left.

"Want to go to dinner?" Sam offered Eddy, you three already had a reservation at Eddy's favorite place.

"Seriously?" Eddy looked between you three with wide eyes. You had an easy smile on your face and Joaquín's arm was around your waist. Joaquín was smiling too, but his eyes were on you and full of love. It always made Eddy feel hopeful to find a relationship as happy and loving as yours when he saw how you and Joaquín looked at each other. "I'd love to!"

"Good because there's a reservation for four of us at The Glass Palace," Sam told Eddy, throwing his arm over the younger boy's shoulders. You smiled at the pure giddy laugh Eddy let out, The Glass Palace was a nice steak house that Eddy had been to for every birthday he could get your parents to agree to it.

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Joaquín and you offered Eddy to move in with you two, but he revealed that he did in fact intend to go to college in the fall. "Well, you always have a room in our house," you told him, your disappointment of not having one of the most important people in your life living with you hidden behind your smile. Joaquín knew though, the same way he knew when your thoughts started to spiral and convince you that you don't deserve Joaquín.

Dinner was nice, filled with you and Eddy sharing stories as well as you and Joaquín telling stories about the five years that passed without them. By the end, you were convinced that Eddy liked Sam and Joaquín more than you. You made a joke about it that ended up with Eddy throwing his arm over your shoulders with a laugh. "Nah, you'll always be my favorite, Bubbles. I'm sure they wouldn't make a soapy mixture to make homemade bubbles for us to play with while our parents are off on a brand trip," Eddy said and you laughed, loudly.

"They might but I'll beat them to it every time, Bubs," you knocked the side of your head against his, the nickname you haven't called him since he was in middle school falling from your lips. You caught his smile at the nickname.

"Bubs and Bubbles?" It was Sam who clocked it.

"We both ended up accidentally eating some of the soap mixture," you supplied. "Hence Bubs and Bubbles, matching nicknames that our parents hate," you added on and both of the other men laughed.

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Time passed in a manor you thought was slowly yet entirely too fast. Eddy was going to college, NYU, in less than a month and Bucky was a congressman. You had met him briefly between Eddy's graduation and now, but you weren't too close.

It wasn't until a few months after Eddy going to college that you saw him again, Sam was convinced that you would be able to get common sense through to Bucky. So you found yourself standing with Sam and Joaquín outside of the Watchtower. "He's met me once! I doubt this will work," you were nervously playing with Joaquín's hand, spinning his wedding ring in circles.

"It's the only thing I can think of," Sam said and you nodded as the door opened to show chaos. Bucky was standing in the middle with his hands on his face.

"Ah! Captain America and Falcon!" Alexi called everyone's attention to you three. You gave an awkward wave as Joaquín and Sam seemed more assured in their hellos.

"Say hi, Bobby!" You heard John yell to a man in a bean bag but you also saw the way he flinched when John called him Bobby.

"Hey, Walker! He clearly doesn't like you calling him that," you told him, your face showing your anger. The man reminded you of Eddy too much for you to ignore.

"He's fine, aren't you, Bob-" You cut John off by grabbing a pillow and chucking it at his head. It hit him square in the face and when he looked at you, he withered into the couch at your glare. "Sorry," he sheepishly ducked his head and you had to assume both Sam and Joaquín were also glaring him down (they weren't, your glare was too reminiscent of his mother's when she was mad at him).

"Bucky, follow us, now," you left no room for argument as you walked back into the elevator where Sam and Joaquín were waiting. Bucky fell into step just a few moments after and you talked to him.

"Look, we were calling ourselves The Thunderbolts until Valentina's while news thing," Bucky told you and you groaned, she always made your nerves stand on edge.

"Of course, she's the reason," you dropped your head on Joaquín's shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you. He landed a kiss on your head as you took a deep breath. "I'm not even being paid for this, why am I doing this?" You muttered.

"Because you love us," Joaquín told you and you gave him a glare with no malice behind it.

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You, Joaquín, and Sam ended up spending time at the Watchtower. You were currently sitting on the floor across from Bob putting together a puzzle. "You, you don't seem...scared of me," Bob said it in awe.

"Should I be?" You lifted your head to look at him, tilting your head to the side a bit.

"Well, I, uh," Bob trailed off, worried that you would run the second you knew what he did. "I was kinda the...the one that, uh, blacked out New York," he told you and you slowly nodded.

"I was told it was another part of you, the one that happens when you're low," you started talking. "Like how you're Sentry when you're high. There's no shame, Bob. Sure, you have troubles, but there's no reason to be scared of you for them," you smiled at him and he just stared at you with side eyes.

"But I...I hurt people," he argued weakly but you just sat there, your time at the VA helped you stay patient.

"So? A lot of people here have, everyone here probably has to some degree. It's apart of life, you'll never be able to make it through life without hurting someone, physically or not. It's apart of what makes us human," you told him and saw a flash of emotions cross his face.

"That, that makes sense," he nodded and you two fell back into silence as you went back to building the puzzle.

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"Qunio?" You called Joaquín over almost an hour later, he was sitting on the couch with the others.

"Yes, mami?" Joaquín stood by you.

"Can you help us find the last piece?" You asked and he nodded, automatically looking around with you two. It only took a few minutes before Bob found it. "Place it," you told him.

"Are you sure?" Bob questioned and you and Joaquín both nodded.

"It's your puzzle and Joaquín doesn't have the patience to sit through them so he doesn't care either, do you?" You looked at Joaquín and he noticed the familiar look in your eyes. It was the same shine you had when talking with Eddy and it made Joaquín smile.

"Not at all, man. Go ahead and place it," Joaquín told him and you both watched Bob place the piece. There was a small smile on all of your faces as the puzzle ended and you gave a quiet cheer.

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"You've made Bob your brother," Yelena said it bluntly and you just looked up from where you where on the couch curled into Joaquín who was asleep. She was supposed to be in the meeting along with everyone but you, Joaquín, and Bob about the name thing.

"What? No, no she hasn't," Bob said, you could tell he was nervous about ruining any friendship he has with you and Joaquín.

"Bobert, I kinda have," you told him, the silly nickname you've taken to calling him calming his nerves. "What about it?" You looked back to Yelena.

"Nothing, I'm just happy he has more friends," she said with a shrug before flopping down on the couch too.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the meeting?" You questioned.

"I left, it was boring," she said and you just nodded, turning your attention back to the TV playing the movie.

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"Bobert, you literally have both of our numbers. Just call us anytime," you told him, offering him a hug which he gladly accepted. Joaquín gave him one too before you two left the tower with Sam. "We'll have to call him first," you told Joaquín.

"We will," Joaquín agreed. The ride to the airport was silent, all of you tired but no one caring to fill the silence.

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You and Joaquín finally got back to your shared house and you looked at him. You pursed your lips before grabbing his hands, you realized how much you actually wanted kids. Between the way it felt natural to care for Eddy and Bob really solidified your want. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just," you took a grounding breath. "I'm ready for a baby if you are," you told him. You saw the happiness cross his face faster than you could blink.

"Right now, I'm putting one in your right now," he announced, throwing you over his shoulder with a grin.

"Joaquín!" You squealed. "I literally took the pill right before going on the plane, it won't take tonight," you told him, relaxing in his hold and letting your hand rest on the small of his back to keep too much blood from rushing to your head.

"Then today's practice," Joaquín shrugged the shoulder you weren't on.

"Practice?" You laughed even more.

"Of course, gotta get the technique down," Joaquín threw you on the bed and you just smiled up at him.

"You're a dork," you said before pulling him down to kiss him.

"I'm your dork," he said between kisses.

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Your baby was screaming.

Like full-on red-faced, lungs-blown, you-would-think-the-world-was-ending type of screaming.

You stood in the middle of your room with a bottle in one hand, a burp cloth on your shoulder, and your pajama shirt half unbuttoned. Danny burst through the door, eyes wide and hair sticking up like he got hit by a tornado. He looked exactly how you felt.

“She okay?” he gasped.

“No,�� you muttered. “She’s decided sleep is for losers.”

He crossed the room and took the baby from your arms, gently rocking her. “Mami, come on,” he cooed. “You were literally snoring twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah, and then I sneezed. Which apparently woke her up. And ruined my whole life.”

Danny smirked. “I told you not to sneeze loud.”

“Danny, I sneeze like a person. That’s not a skill I can control.”

He kissed your daughter’s head, pacing slowly. “Okay, okay. We’ll figure it out.”

You collapsed onto the bed. “I haven’t brushed my teeth. Or eaten. Or peed.”

“That’s a you problem,” Danny said, grinning as the baby finally started calming in his arms. “You gotta time your bathroom runs with her naps.”

“I can’t even feel my bladder anymore.”

He laughed softly. “You’re so dramatic. But I still love you.”

You looked at him, this eighteen-year-old boy wearing a hoodie that smelled like baby powder, his arms cradling your newborn like he was born for this. “You love me even though I haven’t washed my hair in five days?”

“Especially because of that. Adds flavor.”

“Gross.”

He grinned. “Go brush your teeth, baby. I got this.”

The next day, you two were sitting on the porch of your mom’s house, sipping bad iced coffee and watching the stroller sway slightly with your daughter asleep inside.

“I think I bombed my math quiz,” Danny said quietly.

You glanced at him. “What happened?”

“I had two hours to study last night. And she cried through all of them. I couldn’t focus.”

You reached over and squeezed his knee. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “It’s not her fault. She’s a baby. It’s just hard, you know?”

You nodded. “I know. Every time I sit down to write that college essay, she decides it’s the perfect time to poop. Loudly.”

Danny chuckled, then sobered. “Sometimes I feel like people are waiting for us to fail. Teachers, friends. Even your aunt keeps hinting that we’re too young to do this right.”

“Well,” you said, taking another sip of lukewarm coffee, “they’re not totally wrong. We are young.”

“Yeah, but we’re not failing.”

You looked over at him. “No?”

He shook his head. “She’s healthy. She’s happy. We’re figuring it out.”

You smiled, warm in your chest. “We’re doing the best we can.”

“And sometimes,” he added, “you even find time to shower.”

You smacked him on the arm. “Danny!”

“What? I’m being supportive!”

Later that week, you were both standing in the baby aisle at Target, staring at an entire wall of diapers.

“Why are there so many?” Danny asked, holding a pack of size 1s in one hand and newborns in the other. “What does ‘hypoallergenic’ even mean?”

“It means they probably won’t give her a rash.”

“Well, she’s already got one. So maybe we need extra hypoallergenic.”

You grabbed a different pack. “This one says ‘super soft.’”

He gave you a look. “They all say that. It’s a diaper. She’s gonna pee in it, not sleep on a cloud.”

You exhaled. “I don’t know, Danny. Just pick one. Please.”

A lady nearby turned and smiled. “First baby?”

Danny nodded proudly. “Yeah. She’s five weeks.”

“She’s got a pair of great parents, then,” the woman said kindly, before wheeling away with her cart.

You looked at him, surprised. “Did you hear that?”

He grinned. “Yeah. We got complimented in a Target. I feel validated.”

You laughed, but there was something in your chest,something fragile and big,that cracked open at the words great parents. You didn’t feel like one half the time. But maybe you were doing better than you thought.

That night, you lay in bed, your baby curled against your chest, fast asleep. Danny was lying beside you, scrolling on his phone, his pinky touching yours.

“Someone from school DM’d me today,” he said, voice low.

You raised a brow. “Who?”

“Madison Rivera.”

You groaned. “She always liked you.”

He laughed. “Yeah, but not like… dad Danny. She asked if I wanted to hang out this weekend.”

You turned to him. “Did you say yes?”

He looked at you like you were crazy. “No. I told her I’d be busy being a father.”

You smiled, but it was small. “You could go, you know. If you wanted. You don’t have to be glued to me 24/7.”

“I don’t have to. I want to.”

You looked down at your sleeping baby. “I just don’t want you to miss out.”

Danny slid closer. “I already did the party stuff. The football games. The late-night drives. I want this now. With you. With her.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Two weeks later, it was your birthday. You didn’t expect much. You hadn’t even thought about cake or candles or presents. But Danny did.

He showed up at your house with a single cupcake, a folded-up card, and a baby bottle warmer,something you’d been saying you needed for weeks but never got around to ordering.

“What’s this?” you asked, genuinely surprised.

“It’s a ‘you survived another year and kept a tiny human alive’ present.”

You laughed, already emotional. “Danny…”

He handed you the card. You opened it slowly. Inside, his handwriting was messy, but it said:

Happy birthday, babe. I know we’re young and life’s chaotic, but you’re the strongest person I know. You gave me the best thing that’s ever happened to me,our daughter. And even when you’re tired and stressed, you love her in a way I didn’t know was possible. I love you. Always. Even if your farts wake up the baby.

You wiped a tear. “Did you have to include the fart part?”

He smirked. “Gotta stay humble.”

Summer came fast. And with it, long sweaty days, stroller walks, and college letters that made your chest ache. You sat on the front steps, holding one in your lap.

“You got in?” Danny asked, breathless.

You nodded. “Full scholarship. Local university.”

He let out a whoop and picked you up off the ground, spinning you. “That’s amazing!”

“But… what about you?” you asked as he set you down. “What about your dreams?”

Danny brushed your hair behind your ear. “My dream’s not going anywhere. But right now, she needs us. And you got in. That’s huge.”

“I want you to keep chasing your stuff too.”

“I will,” he said. “But I’m not gonna chase it at the cost of our family. We’re gonna figure it out. I’ll work, you study. Then we swap.”

You grinned. “Like shifts?”

“Like tag-team parenting.”

You leaned into him. “I love you.”

“Good,” he said. “’Cause I think I’m gonna love you forever.”

And when your daughter turned one, and everyone gathered around a tiny cake with pink frosting and the world still felt heavy and hard, you looked at Danny holding her while she smashed frosting in his hair and laughed.

And you realized

This wasn’t how you planned your life.

It was better.

Not perfect. Not easy.

But real. Full of love. Full of growth.

And you wouldn’t change it for anything.

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