#like yes in fic people write sam just to exist as steve and bucky's therapist and whatnot and that sucks

[autumnrory]

i do think sometimes need to remember when something is an issue in fanon and that canon is not necessarily Like That

[mischiefmanaged71]

Turning Tables (2/8) - Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: Nothing riles up Y/N more than stubbornness, especially when those she cares about get hurt. Y/N checks up on Joaquin when he arrives back from a mission gone bad.

Author’s Note: Continuation of my series! Hopefully I’ll be able to complete this series. I’ve planned to write at least five chapters. Like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed it! Should we have a counter by the end of the series how many times Y/N calls Joaquin ‘Flyboy’. IDK I love that she calls him that and it’s a cute nickname 

Warnings: FLUFF, slowburn

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x fem! reader

Word Count: 1.5K

You were relaxing at home when you got the text from Sam. Joaquin got injured on a mission in Switzerland, investigating the Flag Smashers. He had tried to arrest one of their members, or who he thought was the leader of the heist, when he was knocked down and unconscious by the incredibly strong individual.

You thanked Sam for letting you know and grabbed your keys to rush to the Airbase. 

As soon as Joaquin’s plane arrived, you were there, walking up the airstrip to interrogate him.

“What happened to keeping me updated?”, you approached him with furrowed eyebrows.

“I was kinda preoccupied in the moment.”, gripping a bag over his shoulder.

You sighed, clicking your tongue and tilting your head.

“All you had to do was ask and I would have been there.”

He waved his hands, his bruised orbital causing him to squint slightly.

“It's just a broken orbital, Y/N. I’m fine, honestly.”

“You’re lucky all you got was a broken bone. I gave you my number so you could call me in for these types of missions.”, you shook your head. 

“Look, it was just supposed to be recon, it happened to turn sideways.”

You left out a huff as your hands travelled to your hips. Your lips pursed but you made eye contact with Joaquin’s slouched posture and tired eyes. A patch of blue and purple bloomed under his eye along with a scatter of scratches and cuts. 

You stepped closer, gripping his arm delicately,

“The last thing I-,we want is for you to get hurt when we could have stopped it. I’ve faced all sorts of threats in the past so nothing really fazes me anymore.”, you chuckled.

Joaquin let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head as you rubbed his arm.

“Also, Sam can be annoying sometimes so it’s refreshing to hear someone else’s voice.”, earning a slight chuckle from Joaquin as he gripped his injured side.

“What I’m saying is, you don’t have to do it alone.”

Joaquin relaxed his shoulders, feeling the work of the last couple days hit him.

“I know, it’s just - I’m still trying to get used to it, ya know? Having people there for me. It’s been quiet these five years.”

Here is where you had two differing experiences. Almost half the universe had been blipped out of existence. 

For those that remained behind, they had to move on without their friends and loved ones. 

For those that came back, they had to get on with what they lost - time and coming home to a place that was changed.

“I know that must’ve been really hard. I barely recognise half of the places I walk by. Everything is so different now…”, you trailed off.

Once you returned, your family was broken. Natasha and Tony had sacrificed themselves to bring everyone back, Steve had left them to return the stones in the past and Wanda…

Wanda left after Tony’s funeral. Vision was gone and so was Natasha - her grief was different from the rest. 

You had all drifted apart after the Blip, trying to find your way to who you are now. After Steve left the shield with Sam, you’d always wondered what would happen next. Bucky was trying to adjust to the times, still recovering from his trauma. The US Government had mandated therapy for him with a weekly therapist but he didn’t seem to like her much at all. Y/N knew the therapy was good for him, but the therapist’s methods were questionable in her mind. 

They were all changed by what happened, but they were trying to find normalcy. They came back into a world far different than before. They were different people from before it all happened.

“I didn’t call you because I thought it was nothing at the time. I’ve been tracking these guys online for months. They’re dangerous and I didn’t want to drag anyone else into it unless I was sure.”

Joaquin ducked his head down to play with your hand, 

“I wouldn’t be able to deal with myself if something happened to you.”

You paused for a moment at his revelation, gripping his hand tightly in response.

“That’s different-”, you shook your head

“How? How is it different?”

“I’ve got powers to protect myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I do.”, he shook his head.

You both paused, sighing in the silence before you decided to jump back in to break it...gently.

“I’ve had my fair share of broken bones but I gotta say, that looks painful.”, you pointed at his bruised cheek.

Joaquin rolled his eyes and chuckled, nudging your shoulder.

“Well some of us aren’t invulnerable. Also pretty sure the guy who knocked me out was enhanced.”

“No shit...and this is why we always?...listen to Y/N, yes!”

“Oh, c’mon! You’re gonna milk this for ages, aren’t you?”, Joaquin groaned.

“Yup.”

A smirk grew on your face at his grimace.

“Ok ok, how about we grab some food? My treat?”, he opened his arms in defeat.

You scoffed, slapping Joaquin’s bicep, 

“Are you kissing up to me, Flyboy?”

He swatted your hands, a grin playing across his face as he chuckled,

“No… but would it get me back in your good graces?”

You pondered on it for a few seconds, nodding furiously at the proposition to dinner.

“Hmmm, I’ll have to consider it. I’m craving Italian food. Pizza?”

Joaquin nodded his head along as you both walked towards the front entrance where you had parked your car.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

You walked side by side, slowing to meet his pace. He had a slight limp as he favoured his left, being cautious about his sore side.

“You better not say you like pineapple.”, Joaquin jabbed.

You huffed, eyes widening in shock.

“And what is wrong with pineapple on pizza?!”

“Aside from the fact it’s disgusting! Fruit does not belong on a pizza.”, he scrunched his nose in disgust, laughing at your aghast expression.

“Tomatoes are a fruit!”, you pointed out.

“That doesn’t count!”

You nodded your head as you unlocked the car, 

“I think it does.”

Grabbing his bag off his shoulder, you placed it in the backseat, opening the passenger side. Nodding your head to the side, you gently nudged Joaquin to sit, pushing the door closed behind him. Jogging over to the driver’s side, you got in  and plugged in your seatbelt before reversing the car.

“Well since you’re paying, why don’t you decide this time, Flyboy?”, you glanced to the side as he relaxed in his seat.

“Alright but don’t come at me with those glowing hands if you don’t like it.”, he grinned.

You shook your head,

“Yes, because pizza toppings are the peak of my tolerance.”

Your eyes track back to the road in focus, the radio peaking through. Joaquin’s head leaned against the window on his hand as the rumble of the car lulled him to sleep. You got lost in your thoughts as you continued along the road.

“You should take better care of yourself, Flyboy. I don’t wanna come down here again and see you hurt.”

“I’m-I know that we haven’t known each other for that long. Heck, I only met you six months ago.”, you spoke softly.

“It’s been a tough adjustment since I got back. I haven’t really felt like myself at all - but then here you are and everything just…”, your rambling filling the quiet.

“It's better… I-”

You glance over at Joaquin but his eyes are closed shut, his head leaning against the window. He’s sound asleep, looking far more relaxed and peaceful than when you first saw him. 

Your chest tightened as you scanned over the bruising scattered over his smooth, tan skin. 

“Let someone take care of you for once.”

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WIP Meme

I was tagged by @drowningbydegrees, who has a REALLY AMAZING list of WIPs O.O Zombie survival AU! YES PLEASE!

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, arts, gifsets, whatever.

Something Wild Calls You Home

The second and final part to the series, this fic explores the relationship between two different (but not incompatible) species of sentient life existing together in a modern day AU. Humans are the dominant race, after having saved humanoid felines from extinction, and the cats are basically enslaved in every way but in name. Lots of political drama, alternate-history, and world building went into this fic that I decided to write in order to scratch an itch of how cat people could exist at the same time as humans and what that means for the rest of the world. Also, snow leopards have cute fluffy tails so, *shrug*.

This fic is actually very close to completion. When I’m done with it, I am thinking of reaching out to all the artists that have contributed and making a printed book.

Disaffected Virtue

This is a sequel to my very first fic, Patriotic Vice, which I had written for the 2016 Stucky Library Big Bang. It continues the story of the now retired-escort!Bucky after joining Pepper Potts’ private intelligence team (the Avengers) in New York, with the now retired-CIA-analyst!Steve. There’s a murder, some mysterious data goes missing, and another one of Pierce’s trained Winter Soldier’s shows up to ruin everything. 

I was almost finished with this fic when Something Wild took over my life, so it’s still two chapters away from complete. Luckily those two chapters are drafted and the ending is outlined, but unfortunately I’m incapable of multi-tasking such large projects so it has to wait!

Freshwater Memories (Stucky Library Big Bang)

Steve hasn’t been back to his family’s cottage for years, ever since the car accident took both his parents and his childhood memories. His therapist seems to think it’s a good idea for him to get out of the city for a while, so Steve decides it's time to fix it up. He remembers a lot of things when he’s finally arrives, smells the fresh grass, hears the whisper of the trees, and the familiar warmth of a home away from home. The river outside is familiar too, only Steve can’t quite remember the imaginary friend he invented from it, when he needed one the most.The river remembers him though, and will be damned if it watches his old friend sulk in loneliness instead of play with him, like he used to.

I’m excited for this fic because I’m really looking forward to playing with magical realism, to play with Steve’s thoughts and fears of falling in love with a river spirit, and to bring some of those fun nature/fantastical elements into Brooklyn. I watched far too much Moana and Spirited Away recently and I really wanted to bring some of that mysticism into a Stucky AU. It’s also entirely from Steve’s point of view, which is new for me since usually I flip between Steve and Bucky’s voices (my RBB is in Steve’s POV as well, but I wrote this fic first.) 

It’s about 20k, already almost finished. Just needs an ending and a thorough beta read to two. It was claimed by two artists in the big bang so I’m PUMPED to collab with them on some fun stuff! 

In the Shadow of Armistice

Lord of Rings AU. This is what I’m going to do after I finish the above 3 projects. I am so freaking excited about this because I can fully unleash my inner elf nerd. Elf Steve, Elf Bucky, Elf Sam, everyone’s an elf (except Tony. I had to make him a dwarf. All that tinkering and all that drinking and all that facial hair game? Of COURSE he’s a dwarf. BWAHAHA.) I made Bucky a hero of the second age who is kidnapped and twisted by corrupted Numenoreans (Order of Hydra) and forced to fight as a Morgul Assassin throughout the War of the Ring (in the North.) This takes place after the war ends, in the Fourth Age, and explores ideas of recovery and redemption. 

This fic is fully outlined and the first chapter is written, but the plot still needs to be structured for me to continue. Soon though. Soon.

Mermaid AU

Well, I was writing a mermaid original fiction, but Stucky has infected everything in my life. It takes place in WWII when the ocean kingdoms decide to get involved after an experimental American warship sinks and destroys one of their cities. Runtish mermaid!Steve rescues (sort of) a drowning human Peggy and mermaid!Bucky gets to pine as Steve makes more and more dangerous choices to be with her, to fight the human’s war, and eventually get lost to it. I’ve never written skinny!Steve before so I’m looking forward to the challenge of trying something new, and finding his voice now that he’s in a more limited body. Mer-body? Whatever. 

This fic isn’t outlined yet, but I do have the major plot beats figured out and some driving goals for the characters.

Art Restorer Steve

Steve never becomes a famous painter, never even wanted to. His passion is in the technical precision of art restoration and he’s the best in the world at it. So when arctic scientists uncover a treasure trove of stolen soviet art in an old, flooded and iced over bunker, he winds up getting several pieces to restore. One of them is of the Winter Soldier, some painting of an American Army Sargent from WWII. And of course there’s maybe some magic, because the young man in the painting definitely shows up in all three dimensions sooner or later. 

This fic is entirely outlined, but I never really had the motivation to work on it. I think it’ll be fun to get to as a smaller project once my massive works are finished.

Android AU

I started this a long, long time ago (before I realized I couldn’t multitask) and even though it’s halfway finished I’m not sure I’ll ever complete it. I told a lot of the story I wanted to tell in Something Wild Calls You Home, and even though there were some things I REALLY liked about this fic, it’s starting to feel a little redundant. Still. Maybe someday. Android!Bucky and artist!Steve were fun to write for.

I’m going to tag @linguastrata @queenofthewips @heartofthemirror annnnnd @sulasaferoom