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For your summer sleepover 🩵 neighbour!Joaquin + saying goodbye at the door

pairing: neighbor!joaquin torres x female reader

words: ~500

a/n: thank you bb for this ask! <;3 I decided to go with the fluffy/funny route with this

You linger a little watching your new neighbor carrying your big pot from your car to your door. His muscular arms peeking under his black t-shirt, a glimpse of a golden chain shining at the back of his neck and the way he just seemed to want to help, it all made you incredibly attracted to you.

"Is this spot alright?" He asks as he turns around with a big smile on his face. God you could get lost inside it, it felt like he could power through the whole world with the warm energy he emitted.

"Yes." You stammer a little, you have no idea where you want your pot anyway, it's not like you can remember.

"I can place it anywhere you like." You chuckle as you come close to him.

"I think my mom wants it next to the door, she'll move it when she comes back from work."

"I can come by later, we'll be at the house shaping it, it's no problem for me." God, his friendly nature made you want to jump right into his arms.

"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose ourselves too much, honestly if I dragged it a little, I'd make it."

Joaquin smiled and pointed at the big heavy pot. "Well, no reason for you to break your back when I'm around."

You tried very hard to control yourself and not say something completely unhinged. Joaquin shrugged at your silence and awkwardly gestured to leave.

"Wait." You shook your head." You gotta let me make it up to you, somehow."

"Hmm." Joaquin mused and pointed at the lemon tree right next to your porch. "If you got any homemade lemonade that's my favourite."

You widened your eyes and looked between him and the tree and almost panicked because you can't remember if you got any.

"You know what." You smiled, "What about I collect some and I make you some freshly squeezed this afternoon?"

Joaquin nodded his head and beamed. Thank God your brain worked only momentarily.

"Tonight then."

"Tonight." You nodded and looked at him. You both spent a few moments looking at each other not really wanting to leave even though you had already made plans for tonight. You both stayed there smiling at each other until a honk was heard pulling you back to reality.

"Oh, shit, I gotta get to work." Your friend frantically waved from the driver's window. Joaquin chuckled bid you goodbye and headed down the street.

"New piece huh." Your friend giggled as you got inside the car. "Oh, shut up." You turned the volume up and pulled your phone up googling how to make lemonade.

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In a Heartbeat

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

4k words

she saves someone, and joaquin saves her.

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

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

Until she did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Torres! We gotta go, man!” 

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

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

—

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

But then she did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, it’s you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All because of the Falcon who saved her.

[moonlight-prose]

♱ OVER THE MOON ♱

a/n: i haven't written for this man in awhile and i really really miss it. so don't be surprised if writing this fic inspires more after kinktober is over. also we'll just all pretend that i actually posted this on the eleventh and i'm not a week behind.

day eleven - praise kink + edging | kinktober 2022

summary: he loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

word count: 956

pairing: joaquín torres x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, fingering, edging, praise, spit kink a bit, fluff.

Music filtered from the living room to the bedroom—a soft crooning voice singing in Spanish about a love they held for someone wholeheartedly. A love that you understood; one you kept close to your heart like a well guarded secret you didn’t wish to reveal. He seemed to do the same. Always whispering to you his praises, his words of devotion that made your pulse quicken and heart beat solely for him.

A ragged breath was all you could hear as his fingers curled right where you needed them to. His lips formed a smile the second he heard you make a sound—having gone quiet after the fourth time he proceeded with his actions. For an hour you’d been spread out on the bed, your body glistening in sweat while he worked his fingers between your thighs. Bringing you right to where you needed him before pulling away.

After the third time you were begging him to let you cum and by the fourth you’d lost all ability to even form words let alone say them.

He kissed a path up your chest, thumb spreading slick along your clit until you were taking in gasps of shuddered breaths. It was a fight to remain sane—each thrust of his fingers nearly shoving you over the edge. Yet it wasn’t enough to give you that final push, not enough for you to finally feel that blissful release you were throbbing for.

“Joaquín—” His fingers curled again, ripping a moan from you. “Shit,” you sighed, your eyes shutting on their own accord as you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, taking in the sight of you wanton with pleasure. “You’re doing so good for me baby,” he said, each word causing his lips to brush against yours. “So fucking pretty taking my fingers like this.”

You whined, chasing his kiss, the thrusts of fingers, anything you could get to bring you that maddening euphoria you were longing for. It was as if heaven and hell were waging war within your body. One fighting for the damning pleasure that spread through every inch of your being and the other attempting to rein in control just to hear more of his praise.

“I–I can’t—”

Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he bit down on it gently—the tangy taste of you on his mouth from earlier now spreading along your own lips. It made your mind reel, your vision blurry with every swipe of his thumb along your clit and fingers plunging into your dripping cunt. Spit trailed down your chin as he pulled away, your lip falling from his mouth with a pop and leaving it swollen. Just the sight of his brown eyes growing even darker at the sight of you completely at his mercy made your walls clench, a pathetic moan being swallowed by his lips.

“I know you can do it querida,” he mumbled, licking up the trail of spit. “You’re so good. One more and I’ll let you cum. Can you do that for me baby?”

You preened underneath his praise, moaning into his mouth as he sped up. Shocks spread up your spine with each stroke of his fingers, the building of pressure in your stomach almost painful. But you fought against the urge to finally give in. Digging your nails into his back, you held onto the last bit of control you had, clutching it so tight you were afraid it would snap in two.

“Yes,” you managed to get out, your thighs shaking from the oversensitivity of holding out for so long. “Yes I’ll—fuck!”

A smile flashed across his face, his thumb pressing down even more on your clit and sending your head back into the pillow. You wondered if your heart actually stopped, if you were even still breathing from how tight each muscle was.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, caressing your cheek as you gasped for air. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

You nodded frantically, head spinning from the pleasure burning its way through your body. “Yours.”

“Alright baby.” Pressing a kiss to your chest, he felt the last strands of your control snap. “Cum for me.”

Crying out his name so loud it bounced off the walls, your back bowed off the bed—head digging into his pillow. He was everywhere. His warmth covering your body, scent filling your senses and words echoing in your mind. You wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was the gravity holding you down to earth and the weightlessness that carried you into the sky. Your own version of equilibrium.

He kissed along your neck, scraping his teeth against the skin as your walls contracted around his fingers that still pumped steadily into you. Words of how pretty you looked while you came, how he couldn’t wait to taste you again, were pressed into each kiss, each brush of his lips against yours. It all blended together until all that you could process, all that you felt was him.

Whimpering, you finally came back down to earth, blindly grasping for his hand to cease his movements altogether. He did so within seconds, knowing the ins and outs of your body better than you did.

“I got you,” he breathed, forehead leaning against yours. “I’ve always got you.”

It was more true than anything you’d heard in your life. More real than the fucking universe. You sunk into it like a pool of water—drowned yourself in him just as he did with you. He loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

[mariasabanahabanabana]

Raza, la neta no sé de dónde me esté saliendo tanta inspiración, pero... Pero... Creo y si las cosas van bien y siguen así, empezaré a subir "incorrect quotes"(¿?) De FATWS / como sería estar en una relación con Sam, Bucky y Joaquin...

So, esperen lo, al igual si tienen ideas o sugerencias, háganmelo saber...

Ya por último, recuerden que si les gusta este tipo de contenido, no sé olviden de compartirlo o comentar!!

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Raza, realmente não sei de onde estou me inspirando tanto, mas... Mas... Penso e se as coisas correrem bem e continuarem assim, vou começar a carregar "avisos incorretos"(¿??) sobre FATWS / como seria estar em uma relação com Sam, Bucky e Joaquin...

Então, espere, e também se você tiver alguma idéia ou sugestão, me avise...

Por último, mas não menos importante, lembre-se que se você gosta deste tipo de conteúdo, não se esqueça de compartilhá-lo ou comentá-lo!!!

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Raza, I really don't know where I'm getting so much inspiration from, but.... But... I think and if things go well and keep going like this, I'll start uploading "incorrect quotes"(¿?) about FATWS / what it would be like to be in a relationship with Sam, Bucky and Joaquin...

So, wait for it, and also if you have any ideas or suggestions, let me know...

...And last but not least, remember that if you like this kind of content, don't forget to share it or comment!!!

[galatially]

obviously not today or anytime soon, but i want to write a band au with an OC and Joaco. He seems like a guitarist/vocalist type, no?

[firstelevens]

#38 from the TS eras tour prompt list for sambucky, if you feel so inclined ♠️♥️♣️♦️

the BBC Musketeers Sambucky AU LIVES, y'all

38. clandestine meetings and longing stares

Bucky has never much been one for ballrooms. He’s only ever spent time in them in his capacity as a soldier, trotted out with the other Musketeers when the Crown wants to show off their own special regiment to visiting dignitaries. He imagines a ballroom would be stuffy enough without the cape and dress regalia that those appearances demand, and the crowds only make it worse.

He’s never liked this particular ballroom either. All those windows make for beautiful light, and they certainly show off the splendor of the gardens, but all that the sniper in him can see is a hundred thousand sightlines, few of them obscured by anything that would serve as a real obstacle.

He must have gone over his list of complaints a hundred times with Steve, and a hundred times again with Sam, but neither of them seemed to keep it in mind when they decided to pursue a suspected spy during a royal ball. It’s only the three of them, along with Torres, but in an attempt to be less conspicuous, they’ve rid themselves of their pauldrons. They still have their muskets, of course, and no shortage of knives besides, but Bucky worked hard to be able to wear the Musketeer crest on his shoulder, and it feels wrong to be without it.

Out of habit, he scans the room and finds the others again. Joaquín is dancing with a young woman whose mother is the premier source for gossip in the court, but it’s difficult to tell just who is plying the other for information at the moment. He’ll have to trust that Sam was right when he chose to bring Joaquín along.

He finds Sam next, charming the small Ottoman delegation that arrived earlier this week, undoubtedly impressing them with his command of languages. Everything about his posture is relaxed, and the diplomats around him all stand at ease, but Bucky can see the way his eyes cut to the windows and doors every so often, sweeping over the room and landing on the key players they’d identified earlier today.

Sam’s guard isn’t down, and he’s clearly taken to heart Bucky’s warnings about the windows as a vulnerability, and yet Bucky can’t help but watch him just a little bit longer. They’re soldiers and they’ve looked out for each other for years, but he’s not sure where soldiering comes into it when he finds himself glaring just a little bit in the direction of anyone who stops to admire Sam for too long.

“Make that face any longer and you’ll get stuck that way,” quips a voice from beside him, quiet but amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rogers,” says Bucky, settling the same glare on his best friend. “This is just my face.”

Steve snorts. “That might work better on someone who hasn’t known you your whole life. I’m not a cadet; you can’t glower me into submission.”

“You’ll forgive me if I try anyway,” Bucky says, his voice flat. “Aren’t you supposed to be watching Her Majesty?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “No, I’m covering the Spanish delegation.”

“I know your assignment,” says Bucky. “I’m just wondering why you aren’t where you usually are when you’re told to be literally anywhere else.”

This time, it’s Steve’s turn to glare. 

Grinning, Bucky pats him on the cheek. “Make that face any longer and you’ll get stuck like that.”

Which is, of course, when those windows that Bucky hates so much get blown in by a musket shot, directly lined up with where the Queen was standing not half a moment ago. Bucky looks up just in time to see Torres push his way through the nearest door, in pursuit of the gunman with a spate of palace guards.

Steve starts to move towards where the Queen was, but Bucky catches his arm and pushes him backwards, widening his eyes in warning. “Go check the other windows and start moving people out of here,” he says. When Steve opens his mouth to argue, he softens his tone and adds, “I have her.”

It still seems to cost Steve something to walk away, but he sets his jaw and does it anyway, calling out orders to the remaining palace guards.

Bucky turns and pushes his way through the crowd that’s formed near the thrones, relieved to see Sam and a lady-in-waiting helping Queen Margaret to her feet. She seems steady, if a little bit shaken, but then the lady-in-waiting gasps, pointing at the Queen’s gown.

“Your Majesty, you’re bleeding!”

The lady-in-waiting seems hysterical, but the Queen has always been made of sterner stuff. She frowns down at her skirts, where a dark red stain mars the cream and gold fabric. 

“It’s not me,” she says, then immediately turns, wide-eyed, to Sam. “Captain Wilson! You said you were unharmed.”

Bucky turns to look at Sam again and realizes that there’s a singe through his sleeve, the white of his undershirt peeking through but stained with blood.

Before he can say anything, Sam is rushing to reassure the Queen. “It’s just a graze, Your Majesty. Hardly worth thinking about. I’m only sorry that it ruined your gown.”

“I don’t care about the gown, Captain. I care that you’ve been hurt, and in protecting me, no less,” says the Queen. Bucky’s always liked her. She turns to one of the courtiers standing around uselessly. “Fetch the physician, please. Wake him if you have to; I want the Captain’s injury tended to at once.”

If Bucky knows the Queen, she’ll want to keep apprised of how Sam’s injury is, which means she’ll be in and out of her apartments with the shooter still on the loose. “That won’t be necessary, Your Majesty,” he says. “He’ll be in very capable hands at the garrison.”

Sam shoots him a grateful look and Bucky knows he was worried about the same thing.

“Are you certain?” asks the Queen.

“My sister trained to be a seamstress before she took up nursing injured Musketeers,” says Bucky. “The only concern about her stitches is that they won’t leave a big scar for Sam to boast about.”

The Queen smiles a little bit at his words and seems placated. “Then you should escort him back to the garrison so she can see to him as soon as possible.”

“Others can do that, Your Majesty,” says Bucky. “I think the King would much rather see you safely escorted up to your apartments, if you’ll allow the guards and I to do that.”

The Queen only nods. If she’s at all fazed by Bucky’s contradiction, she doesn’t bat an eyelash, motioning for him and the guards to take up their places flanking her. When they pass Steve at the doors, he gives Bucky the slightest nod. Bucky nods back and keeps moving.

He doesn’t relax when the halls of the palace are clear, nor when a sweep of the Queen’s apartments reveals that the Musketeers who stood guard did their jobs and kept the rooms safe. He doesn’t relax once the Queen is safely ensconced inside and the guards downstairs give him word that Torres apprehended the shooter.

He doesn’t relax until he’s stabled his horse at the garrison and hurried up the steps to the Captain’s quarters, bursting through the door without bothering to knock and finding Sam seated by the fire, bare chested as Rebecca finishes dressing the wound on his arm.

Neither one of them seem fazed by Bucky’s admittedly dramatic entrance. His sister doesn’t even spare him a glance until she’s tucked away the end of the bandage, straightening up and leaving her supplies where they are.

“He cut his hand on glass, too,” she says. “I’ve already taken out the shards, but I trust you can clean and dress it.”

Bucky nods, stepping aside so his sister can slip out the door and latching it shut behind her.

Without turning to look at Bucky, Sam asks, “Should I even ask you where Steve is?”

“Considering how little you’d want to hear the answer, I think it would be best if you didn’t,” says Bucky. He crosses over to Sam’s chair, pulling up a nearby stool and moving Sam’s injured hand into his lap.

“Does he realize how dangerous this is?” asks Sam, sounding exhausted. He doesn’t even flinch as Bucky dabs at the cut with a brandy-soaked strip of muslin.

“Of course he does,” Bucky says. “When has that ever stopped him from doing anything?”

“There’s a difference between swinging at the biggest man on the battlefield and sneaking into the Queen’s apartments late at night. The first earns you a Royal commendation. The second gets you executed for treason.”

“The King’s mistresses go in and out of his chambers whenever they want,” says Bucky, just to be contrary. He knows that they’re not even comparable, as expectations go.

Sam sighs. “But she’s alright? The Queen?”

“Shaken but just fine,” says Bucky, as he begins to bandage Sam’s hand. “We did a sweep of her rooms before we took her inside.”

“Good.”

“But we did have to make a detour to bring the prince from his nursery into the Queen’s apartments.”

The curse that Sam lets out would appall both of his churchgoing parents.

“It made sense to have him somewhere safe,” says Bucky. “And I know there are guards at the doors of the nursery, but you know that no one will protect that child the way that Steve will.”

“If anyone finds out what Steve is doing–”

“They won’t.”

“But if they do–”

“Sam,” says Bucky, his voice firm, “the woman he loves almost died today. I’m not sure I can blame him for wanting to be sure that she’s alright.”

“Really?” asks Sam, raising his eyebrows. “Because you’re usually the first to do it.”

“I know,” murmurs Bucky, carefully tying off the dressing on Sam’s hand.

“I mean, I at least expected a plan to tie Steve up and put him on a ship bound for Corsica, or a list of all the ways we could get charged with treason.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

Bucky is pulling his hand away from the dressing when Sam turns his hand over and catches Bucky’s fingers with his own. For a moment, it seems impossible to lift his gaze from where their hands are tangled together.

“Bucky.”

“I can’t, is all,” says Bucky, absently tracing a scar on Sam’s wrist with his free hand. “Not today.”

“Okay,” says Sam, turning his arm so Bucky’s fingers can trail over the rest of the scar. “Not today, then.”

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Together, Again, For the First Time

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47758393

by starcat1701

Sam has thought about what it would be like to see Bucky again, of course he has. Scenarios and outcomes have popped into his head over the years, often at the most inopportune times. He thought he’d imagined all the possibilities, but somehow ‘sitting across the table from Bucky listening to Scott Lang and Stephen Strange argue about the fate of the multiverse’ failed to make it on to his bingo card.

Words: 3379, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Joaquín Torres, Yelena Belova, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner, Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Wong (Marvel), Other Marvel Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Multiverse, Post-Movie: Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023), Speculation for Avengers: The Kang Dynasty (Marvel Cinematic Universe), The Next Generation of Avengers, Speculation for Thunderbolts (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Captain America Sam Wilson, Speculation for Captain America: Brave New World (Marvel Cinematic Universe), POV Sam Wilson, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Pining, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Banter, Bickering

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47758393

[cobrafantasies]

Living the (Wet) Dream

Sam, Bucky, Joaquín | Rated M | 2,174 words | Complete | AO3

Written to fulfill square S3 - AU: Pornstar - Round 2 of WinterFalcon Bingo from @winterfalconevents

Summary: Joaquín Torres is living the (wet) dream when he moves next door to two famous pornstars and never imagines the day they'll invite him over.

Excerpt:

It's happening again.

It always starts with the low creaking, the soft thumping. Joaquín knows every sound so well at this point, the bed frame doesn't even need to hit the wall in the apartment next door. Joaquín can imagine it himself.

The tempo always starts easy and then it increases bit by bit and that's when the moaning start, the cursing, the hisses. Just thinking about what's to come makes Joaquín's skin burn hot all over. This happens every single night, multiple times a night.

A long moan sounds through the wall behind him. This is only the start, Joaquín braces himself as he unintentionally bites down on his lip and palms the front of his shorts.

His friends don't believe him. Honestly, the day Joaquín moved into this apartment and found out his next-door neighbors were the famous Sammy Wilson and Bucky Barnes, two of the hottest pornstars in the industry who also happen to be endearingly dating and living together in real life, he could barely digest it was real either.

He ran into them the first day he was moving in. Being young and basically broke, Joaquín was mainly moving himself. Lugging boxes after boxes of all his stuff left him a sweaty mess when he suddenly turned around to find the two well-known men standing in the hall.

Joaquín instantly recognized them and christ, they're even more attractive in person, Joaquín remembers thinking.

"Hey," Sammy Wilson breathed with a kind smile. 

His partner, Bucky Barnes, was standing next to him and his eyes raked down Joaquin's embarrassing outfit of old high school track shorts, high socks, worn down sneakers and a baggy, plain t-shirt that was drenched in sweat.

Joaquín tried to will his face into anything other than an expression that screamed: I know who you are, holy fuck, I've jerked off to you guys so many times! Why are you standing in the hallway of my new apartment complex?

"Um, hi," Joaquín choked out, recalling a very not cool squeak that accompanied the lame greeting.

Read on AO3

[fluffyprettykitty]

I love you sm Queen Selene 😘🫶🏽

For the sleepover: lingerie & accidental stimulation + photoshoot w/ mi amor Joaquin Torres 🩷

pairing: photographer! joaquin torres x female model reader

words: 500

a/n: thank you so much for your ask baby, love you very much! &lt;3

"One more!"

The photographer shouts and you pose a final time before changing for the rest of the shoot. He is a young man, definitely around 30 and his black curls hang so beautifully loosely on his face pointing to a beautiful profile of a man. You hadn't met him before but he was incredibly talented and polite.

The assistant ushers you to the back, showing you the various lingerie you were now to be photographed in. You run your fingers through the beautiful different fabrics and allow the assistant to dress you. One moment later you are back at the station, the photographer giving you a smile.

"You look beautiful."

You politely thank him and begin to pose. 10 pictures later and it's time for you to change again, quick back and forth and back again. This happened a couple of times as per usual, the setting behind you changing. As you were now headed to the more sexy lingerie, a velvet couch was brought on the set.

It was too much the color of the main lingerie, a rich emerald green color that looked fantastic on you. You begin to sit on the couch, posing as seductively as possible per the magazine's instructions, the photographer following you closely.

You threw your head back exposing your neck running your hands down your body as he was on his knees on the couch taking closeups of your upper body. Your right leg slightly started brushing against his crotch, only for you to realize one thing.

Naughty as you are you decide to let out a very small almost inaudible to the rest of the crew moan and move your body forward, him following right after your movements. You sat on the couch and opened your legs wide before crossing them again, looking right at him and the camera.

Your eyes followed his body wanting to see the effect you had on him and to your pleasure, his jeans held a package there obscured a little by his loose white t-shirt. The assistant proclaimed that they must have a good content but the photographer snapped a few more pictures.

When he moved the camera away from his face and started walking, and then he realized just how hard he really was, he turned around, setting the camera down to head to the bathroom, but you lightly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Need some help with that?"

You winked at him, your voice hot in his ear.

"Gonna need more than a little help."

You smirk, you're gonna help him very much.

[donottouchredbutton]

Endlessly Falling

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

3k words

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

set in the same universe as this fic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“GET DOWN! IT’S A TRAP!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m trying!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was in danger because of him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“JOAQUIN!”

“JUMP!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Anti-Military MCU AU

After I posted this rant, I decided to actually make a coherent list for a non-military-based MCU AU, because I honestly refuse to ever put the military in a good light in my fics ever again just because my favorite characters tend to be part of it. Not everything will be relevant for every fic, I’ll just use this as a general outline to link back to for the readers. Each point might be expanded in the future if something becomes more important some time and needs more detailing, but I don’t actually plan to dwell on details, I only want to use those points for background info. Does everything really work out with canon? No. Do I care? Also no. I simply do what I want :)

Steve Rogers never joins the army, he subjects himself to the experiments of Dr. Erskine, Howard Stark and Peggy Carter who work on their own to bring down HYDRA, and not with the military. He becomes the first and only Super Human and rescues Bucky and the Howlies who then leave the army (which they never wanted to join anyway, but got drafted) and join him in his quest to defeat HYDRA. They become famous that way and Steve gets the hero name Captain Amazing (if anyone has a better idea, I’m begging you tell me, but I refuse to continue with the Captain America bullshit). You can imagine his suit and shield to look like whatever you want, as long as it’s not the American flag. The USO tour doesn’t happen obviously but who cares anyway.

Howard and Peggy found S.H.I.E.L.D. whose fundamentals are anti-military and anti-government right from the beginning and solely there to help people. (In a world where a dude turns into a giant green monster when he’s angry there can also be an American ABC agency that is actually good. No, good military fuckshit is still not allowed.)

Or S.H.I.E.L.D. turns out to be corrupt even without the HYDRA parasite in its midst and our heroes don’t work with them anymore, which I’m also fine with. Depends on the fic, I guess.

Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau work at NASA as aspiring astronauts where then during a test flight Carol still crashes her plane and becomes Captain Marvel.

Tony Stark and Stark Industries in general never sold weapons but always focused on new advanced technology, especially AI’s and Green Energy ever since Tony became CEO. Somehow, Obadiah develops weapons behind Tony’s back and sells them on the black market for more money. (Look, if “Somehow, Palpatine returned” can be an actual line in Star Wars, then I can do that shit too.) Tony gets kidnapped from home by the Ten Rings who want him to make even better weapons than Stane, but instead he makes the Iron Man armor and fucks off the same way. This all gets dramatically revealed at the press conference later. (Yes, I am aware that the important enlightenment and character arc don’t happen that way, but let’s just imagine that Tony used to be a rich piece of shit until after the kidnapping and meeting Yinsen which changes him. I do what I want.)

James Rhodes used to be an aerospace engineer at NASA (I have no idea if those learn to fly as well, but in this AU they do), and later turns to politics. Maybe I’ll make him even President in some fics. He owns his own small plane which Tony bought him and searches for Tony in Afghanistan that way himself without any military support shit. Obviously, he still becomes Iron Patriot War Machine. Not everyone likes to see a politician in a superhero role, but most love him.

Sam Wilson used to be either an engineer or aspiring astronaut at NASA as well, the falcon suit was brought to them for testing out by SI (I don’t care how little sense that makes, I do what I want), so he still got his flying wings and all, but after Riley’s death, he leaves and becomes a counselor. He’s still first the Falcon but later takes on the mantle as Captain Amazing. (The whole TFATWS plot happens too, but different.)

Joaquín Torres is a vigilante who meets Sam while trying to hunt down the Flag Smashers and then later gets the Falcon wings from Sam. He learns to use them by trial and error because I don’t believe you need to be a pilot to understand how they work.

Other small side characters like Nick Fury or Maria Hill were simply never in the military.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and The Avengers don’t just barge into other countries whenever the fuck they feel like it in typical American Imperialism Fashion but actually seek permission first unless there’s a literal apocalypse going on. Because this is a world where a dude can turn into a green monster when he’s angry, the other countries tend to trust them even though they’re Americans lol.

Everyone is anti-military unless they’re a villain.

I do what I want.

Hope this helps <3

[3thurs]

Third Thursday events and exhibitions for January 18

The next Third Thursday — the monthly evening of art in Athens, Georgia — is scheduled for Thursday, January 18, from 6 to 9 p.m. All exhibitions are free and open to the public. This schedule and each venue’s location and hours of operation are available at 3thurs.org.

Georgia Museum of Art, University of Georgia

Yoga in the Galleries, 6 p.m. — This free yoga class surrounded by works of art in the galleries is led by instructors from Five Points Yoga and open to both beginner and experienced yogis. Sanitized mats are provided. Space is limited and spots are available on a first-come, first-served basis; tickets are available at the front desk starting at 5:15 p.m.

On view:

“Nancy Baker Cahill: Through Lines” — Baker Cahill’s first solo museum show expands upon her background in traditional media and redefines the possibilities of drawing in contemporary art through augmented reality.

“In Dialogue: Power Couple: Pierre and Louise Daura in Paris” — Portraits of Joaquín Torres-García’s daughters by Pierre Daura and Louise Heron Blair.

“Decade of Tradition: Highlights from the Larry D. and Brenda A. Thompson Collection” — Selections from Larry and Brenda Thompson’s gift of works by African American artists.

“Power and Piety in 17th-Century Spanish Art” — Works by premiere Spanish baroque painters such as Francisco de Zurbarán, Bartolomé Murillo, Pedro Orrente and others, on loan from Bob Jones University Museum & Gallery.

Permanent Collection: A wide range of the museum’s permanent collection is always on view, featuring painting, sculpture, works on paper and decorative arts from the Renaissance to contemporary periods.

The museum’s days of operation are Tuesday – Sunday. Reserve a free ticket and see our policies at https://georgiamuseum.org/visit/.

ATHICA: Athens Institute for Contemporary Art

ATHICA@675 Pulaski St., Suite 1200:

“Onodera & Pearse: Contrasts & Correlations” — Sculptural applications of metal, paper, gravity, motion and more.

ATHICA@CINÉ Gallery:

“Skitterings: New Works by Don Chambers” — Collage, drawing and painting techniques variously incorporating colored pencil, graphite, watercolor, acrylic and rust.

Lyndon House Arts Center

The Arts Center will be hosting the Georgia Association of Museums conference dinner on Third Thursday.

On view:

“Memory Worker: Kelly Taylor Mitchell” — Mitchell’s multidisciplinary practice centers oral history and ancestral memory, real and imagined, woven into the fabric of the African Diaspora. Her work is deeply invested in labor-intensive making, slowness and homespun passed-down processes resulting in works of printmaking, papermaking, performance, book arts and textiles.

“Tell Me A Story: Works by Jasmine Best” — Best, a current master of fine arts candidate at UGA’s Lamar Dodd School of Art, uses her memories and manipulations of them to create dialogues about the Black female identity. She explores the folk story traditions of the Black South through tangible and traditional mediums such as fabric and yarn combined with digital sewing.

The Athenaeum

Closed on this Third Thursday.

The Classic Center

Classic Gallery I: “Wild Thing” — Featuring works by Amanda Jane Burk, Shelby Little, Margo Newmark Rosenbaum and Carolyn Suzanne Schew.

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Classic Gallery II: “Love.Craft Athens: Include :: Empower :: Educate” — Love.Craft Athens makes and sells art by differently abled adults. This show includes works by Hannah Jo, Norman Austin Junior, Melanie Jackson and Brittany Wortham.

tiny ATH gallery

“3rd Annual Clean Your Closet” — This exhibition will feature multiple pieces of work from many local artists in a pop-up show with everything priced at $200 or less. C’mon out and take some new art home with you. 

ACE/FRANCISCO Gallery

“Kashi Washi” — Photographs by Jason Thrasher. In November 2023, photographer Jason Thrasher embarked on a journey to Benares, India, to revisit a specific street corner where he had spent two weeks in 1998. Like any community, people had relocated, passed away and aged, but a notable number of shop owners and boatmen were still actively working and living there. The term "Kashi Washi” refers to the individuals who live and work along the riverbank in this sacred city.

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Third Thursday was established in 2012 to encourage attendance at Athens’ established art venues through coordination and co-promotion by the organizing entities. 

Contact: Michael Lachowski, Georgia Museum of Art, mlachow@uga.edu.

[ivanreycristo]

..hablando del FORO SOL de MEXICO DF xq U2 grabó ahí su gira POP_MART [q era una MOFA de la MUSICA como un producto mas de SUPERMERCADO o de esta SOCIEDAD_SUPERMERCADO canción de VICTORIA "LERMA"=CONVENTOS.. a la q vi el VIERNES PASADO REAL y q hoy me ha respondido al mensaje x IS q la envié x su concierto o xq la vi y donde fui tras verla..aunque ella la explicó más como q las RRSS actuales ha convertido todo en POSTUREO o en nada NATURAL perdiendo el contacto directo o cercano]..y donde como 1er concierto ahí fue FIN de la gira de duetos PAPITO de Miguel BOSE [me compre una camiseta suya Pirata o de la marca ROCK REVOLUCION así como toda su discografía PIRATA en MP3 o en un solo CD] sólo 2 días después de encontrarme la Escultura del Libro del APOCALIPSIS 1:3 y 4 días de ver a REM=FASE del SUEÑO ..en Audiotorio Nazional d MEXICO presentar cd ACCELERATE [en cuya portada sale TORRES BLANCAS=una y gris..en calle CORAZON DE MARIA, 2 MADRID] o el posterior a cd REVEAL y cd AROUND THE SUN [en ambos colaboro Ken STRINGFELLOW de THE POSIES q me firmó REVEAL en enero 2021 en sala ROCKVILLE=canción de cd RECKONING de REM..q inaguro grupo DINERO en 2019]..así como michael STIPE de REM colaboro en cd PAPITO de Miguel BOSE en "LO QUE HAY ES LO QUE VES" del cd BAJO EL SIGNO DE CAIN..

..es el sitio donde más me ha gustado ir a un FESTIVAL [soy muy poco amigo de ellos..xq son muchas horas, mucho alcohol, mucho dinero, mucha gente, se ven mal al ser una explanada o sin gradas, se liga poco o nada, la gente fuma al ser al aire libre pero te tragas el humo igual..x lo q acabas destrozado para ver quizás solo a un grupo del q eres FAN q además no es lo mismo q cuando lo ves de gira o con su montaje específico, etc]..xq los grupos principales tocan en el escenario del recinto de FORO SOL x lo q vi a BUNBURY [1er grupo APOCALIPSIS presentar EXPECTATIVAS lanzado con CUNA DE CAIN ]..y al acabar vi apesar de que se SOLAPABA como la mitad del concierto en el ESCENARIO INDIO [en un campo de fútbol sin gradas junto a Avenida RIO PIEDAD] a JUANES [llevaba una camiseta con un BALON ARDIENDO a la ESPALDA]..y donde vi mi 1er concierto al llegar cuando LA ORQUESTA MONDRAGON versionaba IMAGINE de Lennon para luego tocar LOLITA [q compuso con Joaquín SABINA]..sobre una ADOLESCENTE como un DULCE REGALO Q LE MANDA SATANAS jaja..luego tras JUANES en ese escenario vería a CARLOS SANTANA al q vi en GUADALAJARA o en su JALISCO NATAL en marzo 2009 con su gira VIVE TU LUZ comiendo al día siguiente en el RESTAURANT DE SANTOS del batería de MANA ALEX el ANIMAL xq leí q habían comido EL Y FHER de MANA con SANTANA el día antes [X cierto..me pusieron en la mesa BOTELLA DE VINO ESPAÑOL " GRAN SANGRE DE TORO" jaja]

X cierto..en el concierto de Bunbury había un tipo con camiseta de selección española y su nombre de la gira HELLVILLE ..si hubiera sido una tía me la hubiera intentado ligar como en el concierto de HOMBRES G en GUADALAJARA y se la hubiera ROTO antes de FOLLAR=MEXICAN DREAM jaja

[yangrdn]

mcu masterlist

masterlist

last updated: 03.01.22

peter parker

SOUR

a series of blurbs/one shots based on and inspired by olivia rodrigo’s amazing album SOUR.

Friends

Mj lies, in order to finally get her two best friends to confess to each other.

Nervous

Peter and you get nervous around each other and the truth comes out one day, on a rainy day.

Alone

After Peter left you hanging again, you realize being alone is much better.

First Iftar (x Muslim!reader)

After hearing Ramadan starts, you suggest Peter and May join your family during Iftar.

Deja vu

Does he get deja vu when he’s with her?

Cough Cough (Non-Superhero AU, x GN!reader)

Peter gets a sore throat.

i really like you, too

you “forget” peter’s special day.

thirty-three and fourteen

thirty-three missed calls and fourteen voice mails.

mj

Cherry chap stick | part 2

You ask your crush, or used to be crush, for help.

Best friend's sister

Flash is a noisy boy who can’t keep his mouth shut.

Destiny

Regretting your break up came sooner than you thought.

alright

flash is a teasing shit, who likes to pick on you.

bucky barnes

A missing feeling (x GN!reader)

A missing feeling can’t always be replaced by something good. Bucky is willing to help you find the good to replace the bad with.

joaquín torres

moments (xfem!reader with adhd)

moments with joaqo.

[plentyoffandoms]

Somebody's Hero (pt 4)

Joaquín Torres x f/Reader

Kind of Bucky x family/f/reader

Once again there is no spell check, so I am saying sorry now for the spelling and grammar mistakes you will see.

Gifs do not belong to me.

Warnings: swearing

I know a short chapter, the next one will be longer.

Main Masterlist ♡ MCU Masterlist ♡ Joaquín Torres Masterlist ♡ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ♡ Somebody's Hero Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is the girlfriend of Joaquín, but she is also the great-niece of Bucky.

Bucky's POV:

I quickly walked towards the three of them and I kneeled infront of my sister. Who is still same little girl in my mind.

Rebecca pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my arms around her for the first time in almost 85 years.

I didn't realize I had tears streaming down my face until the two of us pulled away from each other. I watched as she used both of her hands to wipe my tears away.

"Welcome home James."

I smiled through my tears at her. I just can't believe that she is alive and in my eyes. I looked over at Torres and nodded my head in thanks to him. He just smiled at me.

I looked at the woman who was standing with him and realised that must be Y/N, my great-niece.

I finally took notice of all the eyes that were on us and I stood up and stood beside Rebecca.

I looked at my family and I couldn't believe how many of them there are. Here I thought I was alone in the world, with only Sam but I truly wasn't.

I observed almost everyone as they watched me. Most of them had the Barnes eyes.

A gentleman stepped forwarded and walked straight to me. I instantly had my guard up but all he did was stick out his hand for me to shake, which I did.

"Welcome Uncle James. Please have a seat. I am your nephew Charles but please call me Chuck." He said to me as he guided me towards a table filled with food and surrounded with people who looked just like him.

I looked back at my sister and she was just smiling at me, happy to see me interacting with her children.

I noticed Sam walk up and introduce himself to her as well, and she just pulled him in for a hug.

Y/N'S POV:

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I saw my family interact with Grammy's brother.

I felt an arm go around my waist and I knew it was Joaquín. He was quiet as he looked around the backyard.

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for doing this. I have never seen Grammy so happy." I softy said to him.

He gave my waiste a squeeze. "Anything to see that beautiful smile on your face Y/N."

I was going to say something to him when Sam called him over to talk. Instead of leaving my side, he pulled me along which is fine.

James and Sam have been here for a few hours now, had many conversations with everyone there and were involved in the massive amounts of family photos.

We even made sure to just get a photo of him and his sister. I already plan on getting that photo printed and blow up for her.

The reunion was finally dwindling down and everyone in the family gave James their number. More like they took his phone and just added their numbers to it.

I was cleaning up the mess when I felt someone stand next to me. I looked up.

"We never got to really meet. You're Y/N correct?" He said as he stuck out his hand.

"Yes Uncle James. Nice of you to come." I said as I shook his hand.

"Wouldn't have missed this for the world. Rebecca offered for Sam and I stay here for the remainder of our visit."

"How long will you be staying Uncle James?" I asked him as I continued to clean up.

"I don't know when I will be leaving. I have nothing to go back too. Sam says he will stay a few more days but he has to get back to his sister."

He said as he started to help me clean up. We worked in comfortable silence until we started to do small talk.

"You know from what I hear from Torres, you seem like a good kid." I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Uncle James, I am way too old to be a kid."

"Y/N, I am over 100 years old. People I'm their 80s I consider a kid." Makes sense.

Uncle James said something that blew me away.

"You know he wants to marry right?"

"Pardon me?"

"Torres. He loves you. He never settled down until he met you. Even when you two were just friends. He didn't date anyone else."

I looked over at Joaquín as he was helping Grammy into this house. He had his arm up and she was grasping onto his elbow. She was laughing as he must of said something that she found funny.

"He never met any girls families either. Torres always said you were special, and I see it."

"You are just saying that because I am your great-niece."

"Y/N, I am not. I have worked with him for awhile now and him and Sam usually think I am not listening but I am. You make him happy and he makes you happy."

"Grammy always said you were a sweet guy and you telling me all this proves it."

"I can be with the right people. People who o trust, and I trust you all."

That means more to me than anything. I dropped the garbage bag I was holding and wrapped my arms Uncle James for a hug. He gently wrapped his arms around me, trying not to hurt me.

"Thank you for telling me this."

"I'll do anything for you guys and for my sister. Now I say we clean up in the morning. I am ready to head inside, but I don't want you to clean up by yourself."

I agreed with him and left the clean up for the morning. The two of us headed to the door.

"Are there any questions you want ask me Uncle James?"

"Just one."

"And that is?" I was curious.

"What was your Great-Grandfather like?"

"From what my Mom and Grammy have told me was that he was a good man. He worshipped the ground Grammy walked on. He worked hard to provide for his family. He loved us and I am pretty sure you would of liked him."

"I believe I would of." He said as we walked into the house.

We found Joaquín, Grammy and Sam sitting around the dining room table, looking at the old family photos that didn't make it to the table outside.

"James come here. I still have the letters you wrote when I was in school."

"Really?" Uncle James said as he pulled up a chair and sat between his sister and Sam.

Joaquín got up to get me a chair but I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my bedroom.

I made sure the door was closed as I pulled him into my arms and kissed him.

"Marry me Joaquín." I said to him as we pulled our lips away from one another.

Tag List: if you would like to be added, please let me know. @be-patient-be-good

[ao3feed-sambucky]

[Podfic] must’ve been a deadly kiss (only love can hurt like this)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48775972

by NoiceCool

Sam imagined wedding planning was already stressful enough without fighting bad guys on a regular basis.

As it was, Sam was Captain America, and he had a job to do.

He also had a very disgruntled fiancé who followed him wherever he went.

Words: 45, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Joaquín Torres

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Podfic, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, original tags:, Wedding Planning, Missions, Hurt No Comfort, Character Death, Angst and Tragedy, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, The Author Regrets Everything, The Author Is Like Really Sorry Actually, Again, yes. there IS fluff., Audio Format: MP3

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48775972