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happypopcornprincess · 3 months ago

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Under the Same Sky

Pairings - Joaquin Torres X fem!Reader (TFATWS AU)

Premise - You have your heart guarded for the longest time. But when you encounter a stranger on the same mission, will you be able to do the same?

Word Count - 4.5K

Warnings: Some strong language, references to Pop Culture, allusions to SMUT

a/n - I wrote this while I was falling in love with someone. This one is for everyone who ever fell in love, hope you guys have a happy ending that you truly deserve <3

Click here for Part 2

“I swear to God Barnes, if this is some kind of dipshit prank you are playing on me, I’ll give your number to that sweet server lady from Yori’s Japanese place and record your introverted ass trying to strike a conversation.” You grumbled into your phone as you locked your door and walked down the stairs of yours (and Buck’s) apartment building.

After making you spill your morning coffee over the couch while telling you about him evading the country, breaking Helmunt Zemo out from prison, going to Madripor and Karli threatening Sam’s family, he had the goddamn audacity to ask for your help with the entire situation.

You were, of course, rushing to Louisiana for Sarah and the kids, because afterwards you get to murder him in cold blood.

“If this wasn’t for Sam’s family in danger, I would not have asked for you. And by the way, I am not an introvert. That’s you. Now hurry up, my guy’s waiting.” his annoyingly calm voice spoke through the phone.

“Is your guy about to be a wrinkly old pervert trying to get high by speed walking?” you almost screamed, reaching the ground floor and pulling open the back door towards the alleyway. The chill air makes you shiver a bit, and you find yourself colliding with a person, “oof” you hear a muffled sound coming from him.

“I’m so sorry- I-“ you began to explain yourself, but the other person spoke up first, “y/n?”

Your hand hovered over the concealed weapon on your waist, “uh, yeah?” you murmur, taking a step back in caution wondering how he knew your name.

“Yeah, I found her.” He speaks into his cell and cuts the call.

Dressed in casual clothes, he held a duffle bag in one hand, his eyebrows raised as he was looking at you. He smiled, waved at you, and Bucky spoke into your ear, “found my guy?”

“This is your guy?” you said pointing at him.

Bucky only laughed, “meet us in Louisiana. Take care y/n.” he cuts the call. Bucky’s guy was not a wrinkly old pervert, but this insanely good-looking man with great posture and a warm smile.

And to your horror, he was hot.

His warm, sun-kissed complexion hinted at his Mexican heritage. His hair added an air of rugged charm and you swore you never saw anyone with eyes so dark brown that drew you in instantly.

“You are…” you extend your hand after shoving your phone in the pocket of your overcoat.

“Lt. Torres.” He grimaced, embarrassed, “Joaquin. Joaquin Torres.” He extends his hand.

You shake his hand and oh god why are his hands so warm!

“Marines?” you ask, trying not to think about his hands.

“Air Force, ma’am.” He says, stepping back for you to get out of the doorway.

“Please, just call me y/n.”

You fumbled with your bag as he raised his eyebrows, “let me take that for you.” He offered.

“Oh no, no it's fine.” You laughed out, and he raised his arms in defeat.

He was walking to the end of the alley beside you, cold air escaping his lips.

Pink, soft, how would they feel on your lips and…

You concentrate on walking, trying not to look at him where his neck met his shoulders and goddammit what is wrong with you y/n can you stop daydreaming about this guy?

What you missed while giving yourself a pep talk… was the smirk on Joaquin’s face.

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The initial car ride was a bit silent, awkward conversation hanging in the air. But then, like magic, the tension dissolved. You stumbled upon a shared love for Power Rangers and the cartoons of our youth. Suddenly, you were deep in conversation, reminiscing about your childhoods, carefree and filled with the magic of childhood. Turns out he isn’t much older than you, just a two year difference.

His laughter was infectious. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners, his teeth flashing in a wide grin – it was a sound that felt warm and comforting, somehow. You found yourself leaning towards him, captivated by the way his lips curved into a smile, the way the light caught the gold flecks in his eyes. The familiar road seemed to stretch on forever.

Finally when we pulled onto the familiar, deserted road leading to Sam's house, two small figures came into view, standing near the porch.

“Auntie!” Cass and AJ sprinted to you as soon as you stepped out of the car.

“Heyyyy!” you laugh and fall back as they hug you with full force, “ugh, I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too!” AJ grinned as he refused to let go of you.

“Who's this?” Cass asked you, pointing towards Joaquin.

Among the excitement of meeting them, you almost forgot the poor guy. Joaquin stood next to the car awkwardly looking at you. You smile and introduce him, “guys this is my friend, Joaquin.”

“Hey.” He waved at Cass and AJ.

Cass looks at him with all seriousness, “Do you play Fortnight?”

Joaquin fumbled, “Yeah. A bit.”

“Cool.” They both replied in unison.

“Okay now let auntie breathe for a minute.” Sarah spoke as she walked towards you wearing an apron, clearly cooking for dinner.

You hugged her tight, meeting the family after so long, “Hey Sarah.”

You look towards Joaquin, how he was laughing with the kids. And then you look at Sarah, your soul sister, and how Bucky had asked you to break the news to her delicately, “Sarah, we need to talk.”

---

Sam and Sarah were your go to destination every summer.

You saw Cass and AJ grow up after the blip, and stayed with them when they needed help. You might not have the same blood, but they were your family.

They have stayed away from all the mayhem, until now.

You three sat down on the kitchen table and told her everything that you knew about the situation.

“Dear lord.” Sarah sighed as she held your hand, “You think these people… they will come here?

“There is a possibility, but Sarah, I swear I won’t let anything happen, okay?” You squeeze her hand, “We’re here for you and the kids.”

Joaquin spoke up, “We have made arrangements just in case things go south, I’d suggest you to be ready to move anytime.”

“Okay.” looking at the kids playing in the living room, AJ laughing as Cass plays on the console, “I can’t let them be hurt again Y/N, they’ve been through so much.”

“I know.” You look at Joaquin, he gives you a smile and nods, a silent acknowledgement of the promise you were making to Sarah.

You will keep them safe, and Joaquin will be there for you.

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Starry night sky, the cool lakeside breeze, and the slanted roof of the Wilson residence.

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes.

If this was six years ago, from the same spot you could hear Steve and Sam coming up with ideas to locate Bucky, Natasha and Clint in the backyard fighting over something stupid, Sarah and her late husband on the porch setting up the grill, and Wanda making things fly that made Baby AJ giggle.

You opened your eyes, but found only darkness ahead of you. That sliver of hope you had of watching your found family under one roof again was alive for five years… until the minute you saw Natasha didn’t return with Clint, Wanda not even looking in your direction at Tony’s funeral, and Steve going back in time without saying goodbye.

Your throat choked up trying not to cry as you recalled Natasha saving you from the hell called Red Room. She bought you up, taught you everything you know, she was the reason you were alive in the first place. Natasha was your sister in every sense, and she was taken away by fate.

Silently crying, you whisper a prayer off into the night.

“Is this seat taken?” you wiped off your eyes as you heard Joaquin.

He was standing on the attic window, two beers in hand. You shrug as he takes a seat next to you, handing you a beer.

“How did you find me?” you ask him.

“I didn’t actually,” he answers, “I just wanted a place to think for a while.” You notice the tension in his shoulders, he was trying too hard to act cool while something was clearly bothering him.

“Spit it out.” you nudge his shoulder with yours.

His deep brown eyes look at you as you take a sip, and he confesses, “I got a call before I came here. My Abuela.” He takes a deep breath, “She’s cooking up a feast for the local homeless shelter, and I know, I know she’s not well because her voice is raspy and she’s breathing too hard and I begged her to sit this one out, but she’s one stubborn woman, won’t even listen to her only grandson.”

You shock him with a laugh, looking at the dew on your bottle, “Sounds like someone I used to know.”

“Your ex?” he nudges your shoulder playfully.

You laugh, “My sister actually,” recalling flashes of red hair chasing you around the Avengers compound, “yeah, she was a force to be reckoned with.”

“She passed away a year ago.” You admit it out loud, it felt weird to talk about her in the past tense.

You feel his body go rigid beside you, “I’m sorry, I thought…”

“It’s alright.” You look at him, and smile involuntarily, “Natasha was more of a mother to me than a sister, and I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud but… I miss her.”

He acknowledges you silently. But after some time, you hear it in his voice; the moment it hits him, “Natasha… as in… Natasha Romanoff?”

It made you laugh; his jaw wide open in shock, eyes wide. He looked like his eyes would come out of his head. “I don’t go by Y/N Romanoff, for people to react like that.” You point at him and he closes his mouth.

“How… I didn’t know… but you two-”

“- look different?” you bring your knees closer, wrapping your arms around them, “I was adopted.”

“ohhhh.” He drew out the exclamation, taking his sweet time not knowing what else to say.

“She saved me from the Red Room. Took me under the wing, sent me to High School… God knows how that went.” You laughed recalling the absolute menace you were during your teens. “If there was mischief in school, my name was somehow related. And Nat was always there to get me out of it. Except for that one time I blew up the toilets to rebel against the dress code… said I deserved getting suspended.” The fight you had afterwards… Steve and Tony had to interfere or else you both would have torn each other’s heads off.

“My mom once got a call from the local ER when I was twelve.” He spoke up, looking at the stars and a smile spreading on his face, “I drove my bike off of the road and straight into the canal, and hit my head pretty hard. She was mad as hell and Abuela won’t stop fussing about me. I was grounded for the entire semester, but every night we three would sit in the living room to watch whatever was on Cartoon Network.”

There was sadness laced in every word of his, “That was the last summer I had with her. She passed away a few months later.”

You could not say anything.

You knew exactly how he was feeling right this moment, that empty feeling inside your chest left behind after somebody’s gone. You silently hold his hand, acknowledging the hurt he must be going through.

“I must be the last person you want to hear this from, but, know that the hurt you’re feeling right now, y/n,” he gently grasps your hand, “it’s just all the love you have for the person you lost. I don’t want to say it gets easier, but you get better at letting it out over time.”

“Thank you, Joaquin.”

He smiles, taking a sip from his bottle glancing at you. Dark brown pupils looking right into yours.

Damn he’s pretty.

Your heart dropped a beat, a funny feeling in your chest unblurring the next second.

The first thing Natasha and Clint taught you was how to read people. You could tell what was going on in someone’s head just by looking at their subconscious cues. A voice in your head pointing out everything you need to know about them.

It was quite silly to be honest, that voice inside your head that had been quiet for a while now, was screaming at you for not looking at what was right in front of you…

You liked him.

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“I was not expecting that.” You speak into Sam’s empty room, standing on the doorway with Joaquin.

Cass and AJ had separate rooms, Sarah had hers, and the only empty one was Sam's, which you were to share with Joaquin.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He says unprompted.

“No, no, Joaquin, we traveled for the entire day. We’re both tired. We can share the bed.” He was too tall to fit on the couch anyways.

He picked his bags and settled in, “You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. No worries.”

Worries, y/n, you’re not doing this out of goodwill. I mean… His arms? Just imagine how they would look wrapped around your-

You let out an internal scream and started unpacking your luggage before you did something scandalous, freshened up in the washroom and returned to the room to see him lying on one side of the bed, his back to you, wearing only sweatpants and a white vest. Your eyes were drawn straight to his biceps, they looked like they belonged to some sculpture in the dim lamplight.

Someone works out.

You immediately slapped a hand on your mouth realizing you said that out loud. Frozen with embarrassment, you waited to see if he heard that.

When you were certain he didn’t, you took your place on the other side, and were immediately knocked out by the exhaustion.

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Next Day

You woke up to the smell of pancakes and the shouts of AJ and Cass from the backyard. You stretched out, thinking of any tasks you had to do today. You'd helped Sarah pack a go-bag yesterday and set up the alarms around the house. The only task left was to have a look at the Attic. The clutter filled there could be the best hiding spot for anyone.

After sniffing the smell of fresh pancakes for the second time, you couldn't resist any longer. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and padded downstairs.

Sarah and Joaquin were laughing in the kitchen, the sound warm and inviting. He was wearing an Air Force t-shirt over his sweatpants, his hair still damp from his shower, and a lazy smile playing on his lips. Of course he's a morning person, you thought, a pang of envy hitting you.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Sarah called out, her eyes twinkling.

Joaquin looked up, his smile widening as he saw you. You realized, with a jolt, that you were still in your Naruto pajamas, your hair a complete mess. Panic surged through you, but when you saw him smiling at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, you relaxed slightly.

"Morning," you mumbled, taking a seat at the table.

"Joaquin made these," Sarah announced proudly, placing a plate of golden brown pancakes in front of you. "They're incredible."

"They are," you agreed, already taking a bite. "God bless you, Sarah, these are heavenly."

"Oh, that's all Joaquin," Sarah said, pouring you a tall glass of something. "I just made the milkshakes."

"Milkshakes!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening.

"Chocolate and caramel," she said, placing the glass in front of you. "With extra cream."

"Thank you!" You high-fived her, then turned to Joaquin. "And thank you, for the pancakes."

"Anytime," he said, taking a bite of his own pancake. He met your gaze, a slow, appreciative smile gracing his lips. You swore you saw a glint of something in his eyes – amusement? Admiration? Something more? You blinked, suddenly unsure of yourself.

Is my head playing tricks with me? you wondered, your heart pounding a little faster than it should be.

---

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm…”

“Uhh… What's the whole deal with John Walker?” Joaquin asked while fixing a sensor on the attic window.

All afternoon you had been setting up sensors anywhere there was a blind spot. You don’t want to scare Sarah, but your gut would not be satisfied until the house was a fortress.

“It’s the government’s doing to be honest. I have a feeling it’s gonna implode royally and they’ll be doing anything to cover it up.” You looked up from your tablet, “including taking down Walker.”

“Damn.” He stopped, climbing down the window still, “you speak like you’ve witnessed this before.”

You let out a dry laugh, connecting the sensor to your tablet, “I saw the Avengers being torn apart from the inside.”

“Wait,” he tilts his head, his hair bouncing while doing so, “you were with the Avengers during the Sokovia Accords?”

“Yep.” You sit along the wall under the open window, with the sunlight pooled into the attic and cool air rushing in, and pat the space next to you, “I was eight maybe, when Natasha and Clint saved me from being an assassin for The Red Room.” You took a deep breath, “Grew up with them, I stayed mostly on the sidelines until the Civil War. Then it was three years of being blacklisted by the government and whatnot.” he takes a seat right next to you, your shoulders touching.

“Enough about me,” you look at him, “What about you? Where are you from?”

“Born in Mexico, raised in Arizona.” He looks at you, his eyes in the sunlight shining bright.

Can eyes sparkle? I’ve never seen someone’s eyes sparkle before.

“Damn. Grand Canyons, huh.” you smile as you imagined him in hiking gear.

“Yeah, I’ve been there many times and believe me… it takes my breath away every single time.”

You huff out, “I always wanted to hike on that trail, never got the chance.”

“Maybe you can come with me after all this is over.” He says coyly, nudging your shoulder, “I can show you around, we can go visit other places, Horseshoe Bend, Havasu Falls…”

Y/n… just say it. He can’t be more obvious than this.

You smirk, “Joaquin Torres,” he looks at you, his cheeks turning red, “are you asking me out on a date?”

“Maybe… if you want to.” He looks at the ceiling, and to your amusement, you realize he was blushing, “And I promise I won’t scam you for money…” you laugh out loud, “I’m always up for hiking the trail, you know, because I work out.”

You groan in between laughing, “you heard that!”

“Yeah, I heard you checking me out…”

“…I wasn’t checking you out!” you fall back on the wall, “You have nice arms. That’s all.” You try not to smirk, but you see him do so from the corner of your eye.

“That’s all? What about my sensor uploading skills?” he wavered his eyebrows.

“10 by 10. You remain undefeated.”

Silence falls over as you keep stealing glances at each other. It’s only broken when he says, “You’re really pretty by the way.”

You laugh, and nudge his shoulder, “just pretty?”

“…and a Geek, you looked great in those Naruto pajamas…”

You hide your face in your hands but he continues, “Where did you get them? Costco?”

“I went on tour to Japan, so…” you look into those chocolaty brown eyes again, his face in the sunlight makes his features stand out, your attention going to his lips.

“Maybe you could take me with you next time.” He says, holding your hand, caressing the back as he looks at your lips.

“Only if you want to.” You whisper, leaning in, praying you weren’t reading this wrong.

Joaquin took hold of your neck, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. He pulled you closer, your lips meeting in the middle with a soft, exploratory touch. His lips were soft, as you'd imagined, and his hands cradled your face, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. His tongue darted out, tasting you, a low groan rumbling in his chest that sent shivers down your spine. You wanted him to do more, go further, and you pulled back slightly, your eyes searching his.

Before Joaquin could protest, you straddled him, pushing him back against the wall. His eyes widened in surprise, a predatory glint entering them. You crashed your mouth on his, this time with a fierce urgency. The soft exploration of your first kiss quickly escalated into a desperate demand, your bodies pressed together, a primal need igniting within you.

"Fuck... y/n," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He pulled back slightly, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck, his breath fanning against your skin. He found the sweet spot on your pulse, sucking on it with a possessive intensity that made you arch against him. You gasped, clutching at his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric.

He leaned back, his eyes closed, a blissful moan escaping his lips. "God, you taste incredible," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. He kissed you again, this time a slow, deliberate exploration, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth, mapping every curve.

Every inch of your body seemed to ignite by his touch, time melting away. There was only him, his hands roaming over your body, his lips devouring yours, and the intoxicating feeling of desire that consumed you both.

High Pitched and Grating, a sensor alarm rang through the attic.

You retreat in shock, like two deer caught in headlights, and Joaquin grabs the tablet and sees where this was happening.

Blood drained from his face as you witnessed at least four flag smashers moving towards the Wilson residence, guns armed, maybe a mile away.

He gets up, “East side?” grabbing the tablet and locking the windows.

“I’ll get Sarah.” You reply, already on your feet rushing downstairs.

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"Halt," Lucas whispered, his voice a low growl in the pre-dawn darkness. The team crouched low, their figures mere shadows against the backdrop of the dense forest. Sam Wilson's house loomed ahead, a beacon of normalcy in the encroaching gloom.

"I see only two people inside," Matt reported, his voice a whisper cutting through the silence. "No kids." He checked the thermal scanners, the infrared images flickering on his visor.

Artie, his face pale in the moonlight, grabbed Lucas's shoulder. "Karli didn't say anything about kids."

"She told us to bring them alive," Lucas reminded him, his eyes fixed on the house. "And they need to be unharmed for negotiation."

Nadia shifted uncomfortably, her hand tightening around the grip of her revolver. "I don't like this," she muttered, her voice laced with unease. "I didn't agree to harm any kids."

Lucas turned to her, his gaze sharp. "Nadia!" he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "We're doing this. One way or the other. Stop whining and get to work."

He took a deep breath, the metallic scent intensifying. "One World..." he began, his voice echoing in the stillness.

"One people," his team responded in unison, their voices a low, guttural chant.

With a silent, coordinated movement, they emerged from the shadows, their figures gliding towards the Wilson residence, the air thick with anticipation and a chilling sense of foreboding.

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"Go, go, go!" you barked, adrenaline surging through you. You snatched Sarah's bag, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of the handgun inside. You grabbed AJ's hand, his small fingers clutching yours tightly, and ushered them towards the waiting car.

Cass and Sarah were already running, their figures mere shadows against the encroaching twilight. You threw the bags in the backseat, your movements a blur, then helped Cass and AJ climb in.

Sarah slid behind the wheel, her face pale. "Y/n, what are you doing?!" she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"I have to stay here," you said, your voice firm. "Make sure they don't follow you." You shoved your Glock into Sarah's hand.

A roar from inside the house cut through the tension. "Y/n! They're here!" Joaquin's voice, amplified by the sudden silence, echoed through the air.

"Sarah, I promise I'll be fine," you said, your gaze locked with Cass's in the rearview mirror. Tears were streaming down her face, but she nodded, her small frame trembling. "You have to go." You shoved your tablet into her hands, a desperate plea in your eyes. "Remember what I told you earlier. You'll be safe here."

"Sarah, go!" you screamed, your voice hoarse.

You watched as the car lurched forward, disappearing down the dirt road that snaked towards the water. A beep on your watch confirmed her location, a fleeting sense of relief washing over you.

Phase One. Over.

Phase Two. Let's go.

You sprinted through the back door, the house suddenly feeling eerily silent. Joaquin was already there, a grim set to his jaw. He was clad in his SHIELD armor, the sleek black material gleaming in the dim light. Guns and your emergency bag lay scattered across the kitchen table, a grim testament to the impending battle. You stole a glance at the tablet, its screen flickering with life as it ran facial recognition on the figures outside.

"Ready?" you asked, your voice a low growl, as you slipped on the bulletproof vest and began loading the magazines.

"Yeah," Joaquin replied, his eyes scanning the room, assessing the situation.

You looked out the window, the setting sun casting long, eerie shadows across the yard. "Let's hope Sam doesn't sue us for destroying his house," you muttered.

To be continued...

Part 2

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Love y'all, Take Care!

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joeliz99 · 26 days ago

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The Warmth of You- Danny Ramirez

Description: (Y/N) is overwhelmed, caught between exhaustion and self-doubt, but Danny reminds her that she doesn’t have to carry it all alone in a quiet night filled with warmth, music, and understanding.

Warnings: RPF, Fluff.

GIF Credit: @lesbiradshaw

The house felt unusually quiet on that Friday afternoon, the kind of stillness that seemed out of place when both Danny and (Y/N) were home. She had been going through a tough time lately, and her usual cheerful self seemed to be fading. Danny knew she needed space, and he was more than willing to respect that. But, deep down, he couldn’t just stand by and let her face it by herself.

The sun was already setting when she finally stepped out of their room, Danny calling for her a second time. She followed the sound of his voice, instinctively heading toward the kitchen as the smell of food floated toward her. As she rounded the corner, Danny turned his head from the stove, just as he finished the pasta. He turned the music down a notch to be able to talk to her.

"I'm almost done here. How’s it look?" he asked, a small grin tugging at his lips.

(Y/N) took a step closer, her eyes scanning the dish as he plated the second one.

"Look at you," She offered him a half-smile, "You decided to step it up this time. Looks great."

Danny flashed a smug smile in return, happy to see her smile, even if it was just a little. He handed her the plate, his voice playful. "Don't sleep on me, baby. What you learn right, you never forget." He tossed the towel over his shoulder, then grabbed his plate with one hand and a couple of drinks with the other.

"Come on," he said, nudging her toward the balcony.

(Y/N) followed him, a little confused as to why he was leading her outside instead of to their usual dining area. But as they reached the balcony, her confusion faded into surprise. He had transformed the space into a cozy little setup — a coffee table, the small sofa, and a couple of blankets arranged perfectly, creating a warm, intimate corner.

"Wow," she spoke softly, stopping for a moment to take in the scene. The last light of the setting sun bathed the space in a soft orange glow, casting gentle shadows over everything. It was quiet and peaceful.

Danny smiled, placing her plate down on the table and taking a seat on the couch. "I figured we could hang out here. It’s been a while since we did something like this."

He knew how much she loved watching the sunsets, and while they didn’t always have the luxury of enjoying them at the beach, they had found a place where they could at least catch that golden hour every now and then.

(Y/N) smiled, truly touched by the effort he’d put into making this moment feel special.

"This is really nice... Thank you," She settled beside him and crossed her legs while he handed her the food.

As they both settled into the cozy setup, the faint hum of the city below them was the only sound besides the occasional clink of their plates. Slowly, the golden light faded as the sky darkened, being replaced by the twinkling city lights. The soft sound of music played in the background, creating a comforting rhythm as they ate, the melody weaving its way through the air, adding a layer of calm to the moment.

Danny occasionally cracked a joke about how the whole dinner thing was turning out better than he expected, and (Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes, but the faintest smile tugged at her lips. It was nice to have moments like this, the simple act of sharing a meal providing a sense of normalcy.

When they finished, he took their empty plates and set them aside, still humming to the music as he moved around the kitchen. (Y/N) didn’t say much, content to sit for a moment and let the evening sink in before Danny returned to her side and sat back down next to her.

The girl kept her eyes trained on the view, her thoughts drifting to places she hadn’t visited in a while. She felt the weight of everything she had been holding onto — the stress, the quiet sadness she hadn’t shared with anyone. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep it to herself; it was just hard to explain.

Danny, sensing the stillness in her, leaned back against the couch. Without a word, he shifted, making room as he laid down on the other side, and gently encouraged her to stretch her legs out. She hesitated for a second, but then did as he suggested, resting her legs across his lap. He mindlessly began to soothe one of them, his hand moving in soft circles as he waited for her to speak, giving her space but showing he was right there, present.

After a long moment, (Y/N) sighed softly, breaking the silence. She shifted slightly, her voice quiet, but steady. "You know," she began, "I think I’m burned out… I’ve been doing so much lately, always trying to get things done and it never seems like I’m doing enough." Her fingers absently traced the rim of her glass, her eyes not quite meeting his.

"It’s been hard to shake off. And honestly… I don’t even know if it’s worth it anymore. I mean… I’m trying to build something for myself, but it feels like everything’s slipping away. Work’s been a mess, and I’m barely holding it together. I don’t even know if I’m doing right by my family anymore." She paused, looking away, her throat tightening slightly. "I’ve spent so much time away from them, trying to prove I can do it… but at what cost? It feels like I’m losing control over everything I’ve worked so hard for."

Danny’s expression softened as he heard the vulnerability in her words. He could see it — the exhaustion, the frustration that had built up. His hand never stopped moving in slow, reassuring circles, and he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her more closely. "I get it. I really do. But you’re trying to carry so much on your own. No one can do that forever."

She let out a shaky breath, her voice thick with emotion. "I don’t even know how to let go of it all, though. I’m scared that if I do, everything I’ve been working for will just... disappear."

Danny shook his head slowly, his voice steady, but firm. He was a man who didn’t mince words, especially when it came to matters of the heart. "Look, (Y/N), I know how much you care and how you’re determined to build something great for yourself and for us. But let me tell you something — you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You’re not a machine, and you’re not meant to do this alone." He paused, giving her a moment to take in his words before continuing. "What’s the point of all the success, if it means you’re losing yourself in the process? And what’s the point if you don’t have the people who love you around to share it with? You don’t have to do everything perfectly, and you sure as hell don’t have to do it to prove to something to yourself or anyone else. I’m here, every step of the way, just like I’ve always been, and I’ve seen the wonders you’ve done with so little in your hands. You’re a doer, always been… But I need you to trust that it’s okay to rest and lean on me, and on the people who care about you whenever you feel like it.”

He shifted to face her, his gaze softening as he spoke, but there was strength in his words. "I can’t tell you what the right decision is. Only you can figure that out. But I’ll be here to support you, even when you don’t have it all figured out. That’s what we’re supposed to do for each other. And you know what? It’s okay to let go sometimes. It doesn’t mean you’re giving up or that everything’s falling apart. It just means you’re human."

(Y/N) blinked, feeling a tear slip down her cheek. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear that, or how much she had been holding back. For the first time in a while, she felt the tight grip she had on her thoughts loosen a little.

Danny closed the distance between them, wrapping her in a tight embrace that she immediately reciprocated, her head resting against his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles down her back, offering comfort without saying a word. There was nothing more to do in that moment—just be there, present for each other, and that alone was enough.

A familiar melody drifted through the speakers, low and steady in the background.

Danny recognized it instantly. It was one of his favorite songs—one she had introduced to him years ago in the middle of a record store.

He could still picture it vividly: her eyes lighting up as she flipped through vinyls, excitement spilling from her lips as she pressed a pair of headphones over his ears. That was the moment he really saw her. Not just as his best friend, not just as someone he cared about, but as something more—someone who felt like home.

And now, years later, that same song played between them. Danny glanced down at her, a quiet thought forming before he acted on impulse. Without hesitation, he rose from the sofa, his hands slipping to the curve of her back as he gently pulled her with him. She gave him a confused look, but he only smiled, guiding her into movement, slow and effortless, swaying to the deep rhythm of the music.

"I'm not about to waste this opportunity," he murmured, his grin widening when he saw the corner of her lips twitch up. His hands found hers, lifting them to rest on his shoulders, while his own slid down to her waist, keeping her close.

“Remember this song?” he asked, his voice laced with nostalgia.

Her expression softened as she nodded. “Of course I remember… Why wouldn’t I?”

They moved in sync, their bodies close and their steps unhurried. It was intimate in a way that words couldn’t quite capture—something between them that had always been there, something unspoken yet deeply understood.

There was a time when this moment had been nothing more than a distant dream, a quiet wish. Now, it was their reality, theirs to hold onto whenever they wanted.

As the song neared its end, Danny’s movements slowed, his grip tightening ever so slightly as his gaze flickered over her face. He dipped his head, his lips brushing softly against her cheek, trailing a path along her jaw, lingering at the birthmark just above her lips—one of his favorite details about her.

His hands moved with an ease that came from knowing her so well, gliding gently over her body as if committing every curve to memory.

When his hands found their way to the sides of her neck, his thumbs resting just below her jaw, she instinctively tilted her head up, her breath catching in anticipation.

Danny studied her for a brief moment, his expression unreadable—until his thumb ghosted over her bottom lip, and he finally closed the space between them.

The kiss was slow, deliberate. A deep, lingering exploration that held no urgency—only purpose. His lips moved against hers in a rhythm that felt like second nature, savoring the way she softened beneath his touch. His hold on her grew firmer, pulling her just that little bit closer, grounding them both in the moment.

There was something about the way he kissed her—like he had all the time in the world. Like there was nowhere else he'd rather be, nothing else he’d rather be doing than this—than her. The lazy drag of his lips, the way his tongue barely brushed against hers before retreating, teasing, deepening the kiss just enough to leave her wanting more.

And maybe that was the point.

When they finally parted, her lips were swollen, her breath uneven, her fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt as if to steady herself. Danny took in the sight of her, his own breathing slightly heavier, his hands still cradling her face like she was something fragile, something precious.

She sighed, a soft, content sound that filled the space between them.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with something raw, something deeply felt. "For everything."

Danny smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was quiet but certain as he murmured, "That’s why I’m here, baby… You’re never alone in this, not with me around."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering just a little longer than necessary before pulling her back into his arms. And as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, she finally let herself believe it. That no matter what happened—no matter how heavy life got—he would always be right there, holding her through it all.

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Just a quick little idea of something I couldn’t get out of my head. Soon there will be a new part for “You, Always.”

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redwingstan · 10 days ago

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the angel that fell from the sky [joaquin torres x fem!reader insert]

author's note; if you haven't seen cap 4, please go see it. also slight spoilers below!

warnings; none; just fluff. please enjoy!

"'The Angel that fell from the sky.'" "The 'Angel'?"

"That's what they're calling you."

You heard the squeaking of wheels from Joaquin's chair as he pushed himself towards you. He peered over your shoulder, bracing one arm on the desk to get a closer look at your monitor. His breath fanned your cheek as he mumbled aloud the headline of the article you had been reading.

"Sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" he asked before pulling away and plopping back into his chair. You looked over your shoulder to catch him wincing as he nursed his broken arm that was still in a sling. "But if it gets me closer to meeting Ant Man, I'll take it."

You stifle a soft laugh before clicking from the article and typing away on the screen you were working on before. "Glad to see the fame hasn't gone to your head."

"If months of physical therapy and being told over and over by you and Sam to 'take it easy' is the price of fame...I don't know know if it's all worth it," he joked with a laugh that made you roll your eyes.

You continued to type away. "Well, sorry that we're worried about you," you said, feeling your cheeks grow warm as you the felt the atmosphere shift a bit. "But to be fair, you did almost die."

"Huh."

Your typing ceased and you looked over your shoulder to find him grinning.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." He was leaning back in his chair, studying with an amused grin. You rolled your eyes again and decided to take him for his word. You faced your monitor and went back to typing.

"It's just that..." You groaned and ceased typing once more, though you didn't dare look over your shoulder as he continued. "I could've sworn you just said you were worried about me." He used his feet to make his chair roll towards you.

Biting the bullet, you looked over shoulder and met him with a harsh stare, though it was accompanied by a subtle smile you couldn't seem to hide this time around. "I said Sam and I."

"Which," he continued on as if presenting his final argument to a grand jury, "implies that you do, in fact, care about me too." He leaned his good elbow on his knee and propped his chin in the center of his palm as he gazed at you, tickled pink by this revelation. "I'm starting to wonder who's head over heels now?"

You laugh a bit, already in the process of turning back to your computer. "So am I."

You had long ago sworn off telling Joaquin your real feelings despite knowing his feelings towards you were mutual. But every time you or Joaquin mustered up the courage to share your true feelings, things went wrong.

The first time it had been a simple miscalculation resulting in minor scrapes and bruises that landed him in the infirmary. This time it was the ICU. You balled up your fists in your lap as you recalled the long wait in the waiting room, the sight of him strung up to wires that monitored his fragile heartbeat; and the black and blue bruises that littered his skin.

You didn't even want to dwell on the possibilities on how much worse things could get. Which is why it was much easier to bottle up your feelings and hope that they would wear off eventually. After all, in your mind at least, it would save you both the emotional damage of losing one another.

Your heart suddenly skipped a couple more beats as Joaquin reached out to stop your chair from turning away from him. You let your feet go slack against the hardwood floor as he used one arm, with little to no effort, to gently tug your rolling chair towards him so you were facing him again. You came to a slow stop as your knees briefly touched. It was during this moment that you felt your brain turn to mush.

"It's me."

You blinked. "What?"

He reached out to touch one of your fists resting on your thigh. Slowly your fingers began to uncurl from your palm.

"I'm...head over heels...for you," he said with nervous laughter.

You laughed too, unsure of what to say. "Did Sam tell you say that?"

He chuckled, his cheeks turning a shade of red you've never seen before. He gave your loose fist a soft squeeze. Eventually, his infectious grin turned into a subtle, nervous smile.

"I want to give us a chance—"

"Joaquin—"

He threaded his fingers in the spaces between yours. You were too distracted by the bundle of nerves in your chest to feel them.

"Y/N, I've kissed death one too many times not to at least let you know how I feel...not that you don't already know." The corners of his lips turned upwards just as yours did.

He was right. It wasn't like you didn't know how he felt about you. Ever since he came wandering into your uncle's gym, he didn't once shy away from letting you know how he felt. Be it a lingering gaze; his signature grin of approval when you successfully hit the punching bag right; or the occasional conglomerate of words that fell out of his mouth that sometimes didn't make much sense—though you always understood what he was trying to say. His feelings for you had always been right there within your reach.

As if reminding you of this, Joaquin squeezed your hand, eyes yearning for a response.

"You know Sam will tease you endlessly when he hears about us," You said, apprehensive of the consequences to come.

Joaquin inched forward, the wheels of his chair scraping the floor. "I think I can handle it. He already does that to me now, I'm used to it."

"Good point," you said with a shrug, your body naturally inclining forward. "But, you'll only hear me complaining twice as much for you to take it easy."

He let go of one of your hands, his bruised fingers reaching forward to stroke your warm cheek. "Child's play, mi amor. I could never get tired of you nagging me."

The beating of your heart grew louder than your thoughts.

"Then there's Captain America..."

"Yeah, yeah. You mentioned Sam, already," he said, his thumb stroking your skin as he leaned forward, your foreheads brushing against each other. He glanced at your lips.

"No, I mean...the other Captain America."

Joaquin paused. "Your uncle?"

You nodded. "You know he still never got over you calling him 'gramps' when you first met."

His shoulders slumped a bit, slight disappointment lacing his features. "But I thought he liked me?"

"I like you." The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. His grin returned at this. You squeezed his hand, the one that was still holding your cheek. "But he won't go any easier on you if it's me you're after."

"So I'm up against two Captain Americas?" He whispered, eyes growing wide at this sudden revelation. You laughed and shook your head in amusement.

Before you could respond, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Just as he pulled away, he managed to murmur, "Game on," before pressing his lips to yours.

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missmarveledsblog · 6 months ago

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Fan girl ( Mickey garcia x reader)

summary : when bob is sent from the hard deck to his little sisters sos message well she is not what they expect

warnings : other then shitty friend it's mostly goofy fluffy fun. mutual pining , slight age gap like ten years or less , idiots in love nerdy good fun , dry humping is as smutty as this part goes next part will be more spicy if another part is wanted that is ?

The hard deck well was the hard deck , the place filling up , tag chasers sizing up what would be their goal for the night as the naval officer done the same. bob nursed his ginger ale listening to phoenix talking away to him and javy , watching rooster and jake sizing the sea of woman as well as each other like a competition and listening to fanboy talking about the latest season of some fantasy show he was watching as payback simply asked what he done last night . that was til the buzzing of his phone pulled from his pocket looking at the string of texts coming up , he knew she was in san diego , they planned to meet up some point but what he didn’t expect an SOS and his little sister almost begging him to get her . He tensed up standing almost spilling his soda .

“ hey what’s wrong” phoenix asked concerned tone pulling his fellow dagger squads attention.

“ i gotta go my little sister is in trouble and needs me , shit where are my key” he panicked looking around.

“ pocket come on” nat took the keys from his pocket placing them in his hand.

“ hey i’ll pay your tab” she smiled softly as he nodded .

“ we’ll come too incase “ rooster pulled the nearest to him which happened to be hangman and fanboy .

Rushing out he was scared shitless afraid of what was going on and what trouble she could of gotten into at a comic book convention .

The crowd thick , eager fans pushing and shoving dying to get a touch even a glimpse of the panels and their stars and usually she was the same . an eager bunny ready to hear the plans and spoilers to a new movie coming . But now she felt small , tiny as she looked down at her costume , the cosplay she took months perfecting and yet the whole mood soured by her so called best friend and her weird ass boyfriend . it was honestly so childish and petty but hell her family told her to watch out for that one and now she was stranded at a convention in san diego the only upside was her brother being stationed here somewhere she was unsure where but honestly the “ i told you so “ lecture would be worth it if it meant she wasn’t left alone in a big place she no idea where she was . a few saw her distress eager to help even offering to stay with her while she text her brother and if he was coming they would stay til she was safe . and they did but she eventually told them she was fine making her way out to the entrance knowing her brother was on the way . it really wasn’t her fault and should of seen it coming the whole trip was iffy carrying the bags of her back as she soldiered on to out to the front. She felt sick and scared and now she was crying outside dressed up while people looked at her like she was some kind of weirdo .

“ hey sweetcheeks what’s the tears for “ a voice called looking to see a dude coming her way dressed as batman not even a good batman more dollar store kind.

“ i’m ok i just wanna be alone thank you “ she sniffled moving away .

“ come on don’t be like that you shouldn’t cry your too hot too cry” he smiled hand coming to her cheek as she pulled away . “ come on i’m nice guy” he said standing to her closer .

“ stand back “ she snapped only for him to pull her arm harder and her knee to come up hitting him so hard honestly she turned his balls into a bat cave sending him groaning to the ground only the dude seemly wasn’t happy to be bested as he pulled her again .

“ LET HER GO” was all she heard and seen was her brother and three men charging towards her.

“ fuck off man we’re talking “ the man groaned still trying to push past the pain .

“ no were are not douche wayne” she stomped on his foot and grabbing her bags and running to her big brother . as he went to follow her only for bob to pull her behind him .

“ i’d walk if i were you these ain’t costumes little boy” the tall blonde smirked as the man finally caught a look , his face draining of any color staring up at the men before him . walking away muttering something about her being “ a bitch anyway” .

“ what the hell why you alone where’s annabelle “ bob asked checking her over making sure she wasn’t hurt although her arm was red.

“ she left me here , her stupid boyfriend kept making sleazy comments and she blamed me after i told him stop she got my bags and stuff out of her car and they drove off left me here” she sniffled tears filling her eyes.

“ come on we get you back to mine knew she was a snake “ he gruffed, throwing his coat over her body .

“ thank you and you guys “ she turned to see his friends all bashful smiled thrown her way .

“ Did you know bob’s sister was hot” rooster whispered as the two men shook their heads .

“ hey baby on board you gonna introduce us to this sweetheart” the blonde called .

“ hangman , rooster , fanboy this is my little sister y/n , y/n this is three of the seven dagger squad member .. now there come “ he said still pissed she was left stranded and hell annabelle was definitely not gonna be let off with it when he told his other two sisters . she was the baby of the family of course they were protective .

She sat in the car , she just wanted to get in her pj’s and binge a comfort show but now she was hyper aware of the beautiful ass men in the back seat of the car .

“ nice costume darling “ the blonde drawled .

“ its a cosplay man , right pretty girl..who is it ? “ the mustache man scoffed before a sweet smile turned to her .

“ Daenerys targaryen “ the one with the kind eyes spoke up. “ violet eyes “ he explained.

“ exactly you got that from the white hair and violet eyes most people thought i was Rhaenyra since the whole house of dragons thing “ .

“ i recognised the clothes from the season one when she was with the dothraki” he spoke up getting more animated as the other two looked completely lost .

“ hey ten point to ..” she paused unsure which one he was but she was guessing who it might be.

“ fanboy ma’am but mickey is fine” he smiled .

“ well ten points for mickey “ she giggled .

“ hey that’s show were they have sex and dragons right” the blonde asked.

“ yes but it more to it hangman right … i’m bradley “.

“ he’s right a lot more than sex and dragons but they are cool too i guess” she snorted only for her phone to start buzzing . “ you called mama” she squeaked .

“ sorry” bob winced although he was on partly sorry .

“ hey mama … no i’m ok now bobby got me … yeah i’ll stay with him tonight … no mama i haven’t even told him that part” she whined .

“ told me what?” .

“ fine i’ll put you on speaker “ she sighed .

“ bobby baby she can stay with you when she moves there right?”

“ MAMA im a grown ass woman” she exclaimed .

“ bobby ?” her mother voice called .

“ of course she can” he nodded .

“ y’all can hear me right “ she turned to the guys in the back who eagerly nodded. “ you know i’m twenty two years old right i ain’t a baby” she called down phone.

“Thanks bobby “ her mother called.

“Whoops bad signal” she rolled her eyes hanging .

“ real mature grown up” bob chuckled as he hit the answer button on his car and she groaned face red of course this would happen around the hot guys .

Pulling into bobs driveway she barely spoke given he was too busy talking to their mom and then it was their dad soon the whole family as she honestly was wondering if the creepy batman was a better choice after all. She stood stretching out as the guys got out the car too even bob was slightly confused.

“ can you order pizza bobby i need to shower and wallow for the night maybe watch a movie or two maybe avengers or something”she smiled weakly .

“Ohh good choice nat and the guys are on their way “ rooster smiled brightly .

“ oh cool well i’ll go shower” she ran into the house as bob looked into the groupchat .

“ really hangman “ he rolled his eyes. “ baby on boards got hot ass sister you gotta see this” he read the message out .

“ hey i mean since she gonna be living in san diego it good she has friends right “ he patted his arm heading in the house a swagger on him ready to put on his A game .

“ i won’t let bagman get your sister plus i feel like we had a connection “rooster called as he ran into the WSO house.

“ you not going to say anything?” bob look at his friend.

“ wonder which avenger she like most i like the falcon or winter soldier“ fanboy mused walking with bob .

It didn’t take long for nat , payback and javy to show up all curious to see how hot said sister was til she walked out wearing sweats and oversized t-shirt , hair air drying free from the long white wig as she stood seeing more people standing in her brothers living room .

“ hi i’m nat you must be y/n it nice to meet you “ the dark hair woman stood forward .

“ nice to meet you too bobby told me all about you .. all of you actually kinda already know all your names “ she chuckled.

“ yeah well ok come on lets get the movie on “ bob rolled his eyes as she made her way in her eyes looking to see where to sit and seeing those kind eyes barely looking her eye or trying not to .

“ mind if i i sit here” she asked pointing to the spot as mickey just smiled the two not even acknowledging the shoving match of the other trying to get the other side til she felt herself bouncing slight.

“ let watch the revengers huh sweetheart” jake flashed as flirty smile as both her and mickey’s heads shot in his direction . “ if it scary let me know , ill protect ya” he winked .

“ dude it’s superheroes” rooster rolled his eyes .

“ what one should we watch ohhh maybe timeline order or we could do mini marathon of them separately although it would only work for some maybe timeline order is best”she mused.

“ timeline would be better although cause then if we went separately well we would have to watch the series” mickey agreed .

“ i do need to rewatch the falcon and winter soldier” she nodded .

“ lets watch that movie” jake nodded.

“ it’s series no … we could switch and watch different franchise maybe star wars the new acolyte is out “ she mused.

“ i have yet to watch that i’ve heard mixed review so i’m sort of well waiting to form my own opinion .. if you feeling the superhero vibe we could watch the boys “ he point out as the other were totally lost .

“ that makes me want to watch supernatural i mean jensen ackles as soldier boy is wow but i do love me some dean winchester” she nodded in agreement.

“ good omen always makes me wanna watch doctor who obviously david tenant is fantastic but he is my favorite doctor”he chuckled .

“ oh my god you seeing what i’m seeing “ nat whispered as two nerded out .

“ unfortunately i do” bob gulped.

“ can we watch shawshank or something while they figure out well i don’t have a clue what they're even talking about now “ jake head tilted.

“ i mean i love the last of us the casting is spot on but if they are sticking to the source material and timeline i am so not looking forward to season two but i am so excited as well “ she sighed . ( cause same )

“ are we invisible to them ?” javy asked looking around the room .

“ i think that us out of the race “ rooster chuckled .

“ are we watching a movie or not” jake asked confused completely and utterly .

“ oh shit sorry erm we could watch..”

“ we’re gonna watch shawshank “ bob spoke up saving the whole room from another nerd session . “ no talking steven king” he added making her mouth close.

“ i was gonna ask if pizza was coming “ she huffed .

“ steven king is cool though” mickey whispered making her nod eagerly .

It was six month since her brother rescued her from being stranded in comic con , creepy batman and meeting his friends who were also her friends even if she was ten years younger than them it still was nice being able to come to a new place and not feel so alone . going to the hard deck being able to head to a group and not being a loser sitting on her own . also another thing she loved was being able to be herself especially with mickey probably only one of the group who shared her love for the things of the nerdy side of life . the two would talk from everything from gaming , anime and comics . most of time the rest of the group left them to it because it was like they were talking another language. They did like watching it unfold even bob made his peace at thought of his friend and little sister maybe striking up some form of romance . the only thing that was stopping them was well them , both oblivious to the other feelings that even stevie wonder could see . so maybe a little help would be ok , a little meddling would be helpful and give them the push they needed .

She was getting ready knowing the dagger squad coming over for a night of gaming which honestly she didn’t think twice about knowing it was probably going to be a few games of mario kart til jake says it not real game like pool or darts when he loses. She felt a little silly doing her make up and hair nothing major but she like looking nice especially when a certain hot as fuck WSO was going to be there . she couldn’t help the crush that grown , he was well hot , nerdy and a sweetheart she didn’t even stand a chance . yet anytime she flirted it was falling on deaf ears or unless it was his way of being kind and not out right rejecting her but hey it didn’t help to look right?.

He was nervous , like hands sweating as he walked up his fellow WSO porch all because he had a major crush on his little sister . He didn’t even have an excuse the moment he saw her as Daenerys he was smitten and the more time he spent time and got to know her that just made him a goner. Never had he connected with someone so easily getting to truly be himself yeah payback was his buddy but even he had to tell mickey to talk about something else , y/n didn’t and when she did it was talked about some just along the line of it . her smile took his breath away , her eyes made him get lost in them just everything about her had him falling more and more.

Just as he was about to knock bob open the door stepping out looking at the man smiling nervously before walking around as if he was leaving .

“ wait is it not game night?” he checked his phone checking he had the right night unless he conjured the whole thing .

“ please don’t mess up cause hangman said he has dibs “ was all bob said before running to his car and driving off.

“ where’s he going “ she asked standing at front door brows furrowed .

“Think flying finally caught up to the guys i think they forgot tonight i can go if you want” he curse the lame stupid mind of his .

“ i mean or you could say and we could actually play something decent don’t get me wrong the italian plumber is cool but well it nice to play other game with more to em “ she smiled widely .

“ Or hear me out we can actually watch something we like “ .

“ star war marathon ?”

“ star wars “ he confirmed as two ran into the house excitedly .

Working in a team as she got the snacks and drink and he got the movie up and ready internally screaming to calm the fuck down . his hands so sweaty he was would drop the remote out of his hand and the way his heart was beating she had to of heard it . he felt like a nervous teen being in presence of his crush those nerves pulsing through every fiber his body making him shiver at possibly of making a huge fool of him .

“ you ok .. cold here let me get you a blanket “ those eyes filled with concern or worry making him melt like a puddle maybe it was good thing having her doting on him like this and her attention yet that made him notice that was always something he had. He wondered why that was but the though went as fast as it came the moment She sat down putting The blanket On the two of Them only then he notice the light were dimmed god he needed to get his shit together .

Maybe she was too close way to close , he could probably hear how hard her heart was beating or the way her breathing was labored. hopefully the movie would help distract her , let her gather herself . She watched the text coming on mouthing the lines she seen so many before only to hear the mumbling of said words making her head turn to see mickeys mouth moving she couldn't stop it the giggle that spilled from her lips making his cheeks heat up.

“ sorry” he winced .

“ no don't be it cute“ she whispered unaware her world had on him . the whole time she tried and really tried keeping her eyes on the screen but it was hopeless when they would drift and land on mickey . studying every feature on his face those kind eyes , to the chiseled jawline

“ does he know how hot he is” she thought only it seemed she was thinking out loud .

“ does who know?” .

“ em han solo of course” of course her brain would betray her .

“ i think he does” he chuckled . “ really han solo?” he teased .

“ yeah like you're not gonna drool when leia gets in that bikini” she shot back. “ That is my next cosplay idea” she mused only for him to choke on the air and internally thank whatever god there was a blanket was covering in now. “ wow that bad?” she joked .

“ oh quite the opposite i mean jesus you might kill some dude with heatstroke it will that hot “ he absent mindlessly confessed.

“ i think your being too kind” she snorted .

“ i’m being deadly honest hell have you seen yourself you make jake nervous not that he admit it out loud but shit you would send a guy into cardiac arrest” .

“ yeah ok says the hottest guy ever “ she scoffed only to freeze .

“ hottest guy ever ?” he didn't know were this confidence came from but shot was he gonna question it .

“ so hot id give a dude a heart attack ? “ she countered.

“ i stand by what i said “ he turned so he was facing her the movie long forgotten in the background .

“ i stand by what i said” she copied his movement turning to face him , eyes darting to his lips biting her own .

“ can i .. i wanna kiss you so bad right now” he licked hos lips hands itching to touch her skin .

“ i kinda hope you do “ she smiled softly. that was it that was the ok he needed to surge forward pressing his lips on her . every cliche that she read , seen or heard . those things she felt skeptical about made her want to kick herself cause as she felt herself kissing mickey garcia she understood it all , felt it all . those firework , puzzle piece coming to get , lighting her own dark world , nerve coming alive sort of moment , the soft moan that came muffled by each other . his hand nestled at back of her head and other on her hip pulling her closer her hand scratching the back of his neck . hating her lungs and their stupid need for oxygen she pulled back slightly her head pressed again his delighting in the turn about in the night as he couldn't stop like he was addicted between taking breathes plant soft kisses upon her lips . the kiss starting again more heated as she straddled his lap feeling him nipping her lower lip as she gave him the entrance they both needed , that twirl and dance feeling the taste of each in a tango while his hand fell her hips . her skin heated, burning in a desire that only he could quench . the need building in her core needing the friction she ground down that delightful feeling of him growing hard beneath her , hands guiding her movement panting foreheads pressed together eye locked. blown lust filled pupil and lidded eye mirror between the two as groan came from his mouth and whimpers spilled from her . he could feel that winding and tightening feeling that was building like all his sense on her . only her scent filled his nose , only her sounds filled his ears and one her touch was all that matter . he was addicted not knowing how he went so long in life and never feeling this , fuck he felt like he was robbed . in all that both so lost in a bubble of lust it was lost on them the sound of a key in a door not til they heard the “ Hell yeah” that broke the spell , burst that bubble as mickey looked to see the horrified face of some of dagger squad and proud smile on hangmans .

“maybe you should come stay in mine” nat winced turning and leading bob out the door as hangman walked over high fiving his friend as others gave an awkward wave as the front door closed .

“ they're gone” he whispered abd yet her head didnt lift her cheeks were to red at the fact her brother just caught her like a horny teenager dry humping and heavy petting one of his friends well she was definitely never going to live that down .

“ hey come on” he kissed her cheek hand rubbing up her back she let out content hum at the feeling before she sat up .

“ did this a little backwards but i would love take you out …on a date” he smiled shyly .

“ take me out for breakfast but first mickey … take me to bed” she giggled grinding her hips down . her shrieks filled the house with how fast he lift her up fuck it she already got caught might as well go big or go home as he carried her down the hall .

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years ago

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Hello!! I love your work so much ❤🥰. I wanted to know if I could request something with Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia? Something fluffy, loving with him?

Thank you so much ❤🥰

Dr Cupid.

Synopsis - Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.

Pairing - Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader

Warnings - a little cursing, a lot of tooth rotting fluff. mentions of blood and hospitals. brief abuse mention.

Age Rating - 16+

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - thank you for this request!! i love mickey so much. i've been a HUGE danny ramirez fan for years, so i was so excited when he was cast in top gun, and mickey did not disappoint. an angel <3

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You pull back the crinkly blue curtain with a bit too much force, startling the man sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry!" you apologise, closing it behind you. "These things are always lighter than I think they're going to be."

"It's alright, ma'am. No worries."

He's handsome. Really handsome. Big blue eyes, golden blonde hair, an air about him that exudes intelligence and compassion. You smile at him gently before retrieving his chart, giving it a once over quickly.

"Lieutenant Robert Floyd. United States Navy."

He introduces himself, shaking your hand formally. You tell him your name, and he repeats it carefully.

"Pretty name."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Please, call me Bob."

"Thank you, Bob."

He smiles at you bashfully, nodding his head.

"So, Bob, what seems to be the problem today?"

"Training exercise gone wrong. I'm clumsy. You can probably tell by my medical history."

You look over the chart, and laugh softly.

"So you are. What happened this time?"

"It's just a little cut, on my shoulder. I fell onto it, onto the tarmac. I told everyone I didn't need to see a doctor, but they insisted."

"Well luckily for you, I'm a nurse," you wink, chuckling when he blushes. "Let's get this shirt off you so I can take a look. You mind if I cut it?"

"Go ahead."

You cut a line clean down the middle of his t shirt, an old, grey thing. It falls off of him, allowing you to see his shoulder wound.

Just as you're about to explain your next steps, the curtain flies open, a man in a flight suit rushing in.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"He's with me. He's in my squad," Bob reassures you. "Fanboy, you don't have to be here."

"I want to be."

"Fanboy?" you ask, confused about the unusual name.

"It's my call sign. We're pilots. US Navy."

"Why didn't I know they had pilots in the navy? I thought that was the air force."

Fanboy grins at you, all gleaming white teeth, before holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Weapons Systems Officer."

You tell him your name, followed by 'nurse', which makes them both laugh.

"Well, Mickey, if you take a seat, I'll patch up Bob here and you can both get back to flying your jet planes."

Mickey steps around you, eyes darting over Bob as he goes. He catches sight of his bleeding shoulder, and all the colour drains from him.

You've seen this before.

He goes pale, and then wobbles on his feet. You stride over and wrap your arms around him, catching him as he passes out.

"Shit," Bob swears. "I'd help, ma'am, but I'm a little out of commission right now."

"It's alright," you chuckle. "This happens a lot. I'm stronger than I look."

You manage to walk Mickey backwards, sitting him in the chair that you originally sent him towards. You cradle his face in your hands, holding up his head. His eyes flutter open, straight onto you.

"Did I die? Is this heaven?" he whispers.

Both you and Bob try not to laugh as you check him over.

"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant. You're in the hospital, visiting Bob. He's hurt his shoulder. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," he murmurs, embarrassed.

You grab him a cup of water, placing it into his hand carefully.

"You okay?"

His big brown eyes are locked on you, not leaving for a minute. He's beautiful, you realise suddenly. Yes, Bob is handsome, but Mickey is beautiful.

"I get a little weird around blood."

"You're telling me."

The smile he gives you is enough to move mountains.

"Okay, Garcia, listen up. You're gonna sit here and drink your water. Take big, slow, deep breaths. And do not, under any circumstances, look at Bob, okay? Keep your eyes on me, no matter what."

"Yes ma'am."

You leave him in his chair, returning your attention to the blonde. You take a good look at the wound, and decide it'll need a couple of stitches.

"I'm gonna clean this up for you, and sew it shut. I'm sure you'll heal fast, being a healthy pilot and all."

You glance over at Mickey, and see that he's still watching you. Gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"Bob, I won't lie to you. This is going to hurt. Feel free to hold onto me if you need to."

You numb his shoulder, before getting to work stitching it up. You flick your eyes to Mickey intermittently, smiling gently when his stare meets yours.

"Garcia, did you bring any spare clothes? I had to cut Bob's shirt off. I doubt he wants to walk out of here shirtless."

"Yeah, Phoenix has a bag in the waiting room. I'll go and grab it."

You watch him carefully as he stands, making sure he doesn't pass out again. He leaves, and Bob grins at you.

"He likes you."

"Everyone likes me, Bob. I'm a good nurse."

"No, he likes you. That's the quietest I've ever heard him sit. And he took your orders. He doesn't do that for anyone."

You shake your head, smiling as you do it.

"Are you single?"

"Very forward, Lieutenant."

"For him, not for me! You're beautiful," he justifies, "but I'm sort of dating my copilot."

"Sort of?"

"It's complicated."

"Then make it uncomplicated, Bob."

He thinks for a moment, before nodding.

"You're right. I'm going to talk to her."

Mickey comes barging back in with a t shirt in hand.

"Phoenix packed you an overnight bag, just in case. She says this is your shirt anyway."

You look at Bob and wink, chuckling when he blushes.

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"That's all. You've been a perfect patient Bob," you say, squeezing his other shoulder. "If you go to the desk, they'll give you some spare dressings for when you need to change it. Besides that, just take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay. Understood. Thank you, for everything. I appreciate it."

The two of them leave in a flurry of thanks, Mickey casting a longing glance back at you. You can hear them bickering on the other side of the curtain.

"Fine!" you hear Mickey say, before he reappears.

"Uh... hi."

"You forget something?" you ask, looking around the bed.

"Yeah. To ask you out."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, corners of your lips twitching.

"And to apologise. For before. Passing out, and all. I, uh-"

He scratches the back of his neck nervously before perching on the edge of the bed. You move to sit next to him, leg pressing into his.

"I practically grew up in a hospital. My Dad wasn't a nice guy, so my Mom was here all the time."

You lace your fingers with his, resting them on your thigh.

"I used to try and clean up her injuries at home the best I could, but sometimes it wasn't enough. He finally left when I was thirteen, and I didn't have to play doctor anymore."

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Now, as an adult, I have this crazy reaction to blood. Even just a papercut is enough to have me hyperventilating. I guess I saw so much of it when I was a kid, that I can't handle it now?"

He looks at you expectantly, unsure of what you'll say.

"It's way more common than you think, you know. I have people pass out on me all the time. You're not alone, I promise."

He smiles at you softly, and you're convinced you've never met someone more beautiful.

"I have a friend who works on the fourth floor. She's a psychiatrist - which I know people roll their eyes at, especially men - but, she's really great to talk to. About anything. She can help with phobias. I've seen her do it."

He nods almost imperceptibly.

"I mean... it can't hurt to talk to her, right? Just once?"

"Exactly. I can give you her number, you can give her a call whenever suits you."

He nudges your shoulder with his, your hands still linked.

"Thank you. Bob doesn't love hospitals either, but you really set his mind at ease today."

"Just doing my job."

"Trust me, you're doing a hell of a lot more."

You feel the heat rise up your chest, praying he can't hear how fast your heart is beating.

"I know you probably work crazy shifts here, but... would you like to go for dinner sometime? I'd love to get to know you in a less... uh... clinical setting."

You grin at him, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I'd love to. As long as you promise not to pass out," you wink.

"That is a promise I cannot make."

You laugh with him, shaking your head.

"I should get back to work. God knows this place needs me."

"Of course. Do your thing, SuperNurse."

You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, handing him a card with your number on.

"Call me."

"What time do you get off?"

"7."

"I'll call you at 7:01."

"Deal," you laugh, pulling the curtains back.

You watch as he leaves to join Bob and a woman you assume is Phoenix in the waiting area. You wave at Mickey as you go, the other two pilots looking between you with knowing grins on their faces.

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jasperhaleluver · 13 days ago

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Pete maverick Mitchell x lieutenant! reader

Author's note: Hey guys! I know this is such a random story. I'm gonna be honest, originally this was gonna be my fluff fanfic but I realized a shorter one would fit better. But I still liked this one so much that I decided to make it a whole different story. I hope you enjoy it! It's a bit of a longer one.

No warnings! Just cussing, kissing and super cute maverick x reader at the end. and y/n is used! No word count, I did proofread it but I would not be surprised about any types. My apologies in advance!Not 100% accurate to the movie (Phoenix is a back seater, young maverick but in the sense of the second movie)

Summary:

You’ve always admired Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell from afar, you know him because your brother was his back seater, but you never expected to get close to Maverick. When he's assigned as the new flight instructor at Top Gun, you find yourself working side by side learning more every day with the legendary pilot. Getting closer through shared flights and training exercises you fall for him more and more each day, does he feel the same?

You are one of the 12 pilots that were called back for a mission. The pilots had a little get together at the hard deck yesterday, now you're meeting your instructor.

You and Phoenix are the only female graduates returning for the big mission. Yeah sure being called back for it really raised your ego. But the mission is to destroy an unauthorized uranium enrichment facility, not that you think you can't do it. But this mission is described as the scariest mission any aviator could be put on.

So whether you go on this mission or not is up to you and you've fully decided that you are going on this mission, with Phoenix as your back seater of course.

You guys walk into the meeting area and sit at your desk next to Fanboy and Payback. "Hi y/n" Bob smiles at you "Hi bob. How is-" You're cut off by Cyclone "Everybody please take a seat." He clears his throat.

You sit by Phoenix and look up to see Warlock and Cyclone. "The pilots sitting in front of me were called back to Top gun because you guys are the elite. The best of the best." Warlock says.

"Damn straight." Hangman says earning a chuckle from the team. " We no longer have the technological advantage, for this mission, success now more than ever comes down to the man or woman in the box." Hangman looks at you and Pheonix and you put your middle finger up on the side of your head. Bates clears his throat.

"Today you will be introduced to your new instructor, he is a Top Gun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary, and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you they very well mean the difference between life and death." Admiral Bates says. You all turn around to look at the instructor. Holy shit it's Maverick. You've always felt a little something for him.

"I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign, Maverick." They step away as Maverick takes their spot. "Good morning" he says looking over the squad. But when he looks at you, you guys make direct eye contact and he gives you a smile.

He talks about what trainings will look like and you guys are dismissed. You and Phoenix are walking down the hall and she looks around to make sure nobody is around. "So what the hell was that about? She asks "what?"

"You were basically drooling over him y/n oh my gosh." She laughs "Didn't he work with your brother? Is he not too old for you?" Thinking about it, he's not too old for you. He's just 2 years older.

"Yeah, they did work together, but he's younger than Nick so Mav is closer to my age than he is." You say

"Wow nicknames already? Just marry the guy y/n." She teases. "There's no way he would ever go for me. The second Penny knows he's back at North Island she'll come running back." You sigh

"Who's gonna come running back?" You hear from down the hall "Holy shit. Uh- um no one." Your eyes widen as Phoenix gives you a smirk.

"Alright well training starts at 1. I'll see you later." He walks away. "There's no way he didn't hear me say that about Penny." You say turning around towards Phoenix and she laughs at you.

You and Phoenix are in the air with Fanboy and Payback, and Hangman.

"Good afternoon aviators, welcome to basic fighting maneuvers, as briefed today's exercise consists of dogfighting, guns only no missiles. You do not go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. Working as a team you must shoot me down or else.. "Or else what, sir?" Payback asks "Or else I shoot back, If I shoot any of you down, you both lose."

"This guy needs an ego check." Hangman says "So what do you say we put some skin in to the game?" Payback says. "What do you have in mind?"

"Whoever gets shot down first has to do 200 pushups." Payback suggests "Guys, that's a lot of pushups." Mav replies

"Well they don't call it an exercise for nothing, sir." Fanboy adds. "You got yourselves a deal gentlemen, ladies you good with that?" He asks you guys. You chuckle "Alright yeah, let's turn and burn." You say.

"Fanboy do you see him?" Payback asks "Nothing on my radar, must be somewhere behind us." You guys are right next to each other, very little space between your planes. Suddenly Maverick comes in between.

"Shit!" You yell. He flies up further and circles back. "Tally Tally Tally!" Phoenix says "Mavericks coming in break left y/n!" You hear from Fanboy. "Y/n where are you!" Payback asks. "I'm coming I'm coming." You say heading towards him. "Payback break right." You tell him to and he does, getting out of Mavericks clear shot. "Y/n just saved your asses guys, but it's gonna cost her." Maverick says heading for you.

"Fuck! Y/n what's your plan?" Phoenix says tapping the glass indicating that maverick is right there. "Trust me he's not getting us." You say. He's right behind you and your plan was to go up and circle behind, but instead you go further down. "Y/n you're too low!! You're hitting the hard deck" Payback yells "Altitude, Altitude, Altitude." The alarm sound blares "Oh shit!" You immediately pull back up, giving Maverick a clear shot.

"That's a kill." He says. Fuck, you let your team down. And now you owe pushups.

"Down 120, Down 121..." Your arms burn as you do your pushups, goddammit you still have 80 to go. Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy are watching from the window. "That should be us down there." Fanboy says. "Yeah but it's not, and now you know a little something about y/n, she'll do anything for her team." Phoenix smiles looking down at you.

"Yeah she's one stubborn girl. But she won't ever let you guys down or leave a wingman behind I know that's for sure." Maverick says from behind them. "Hey so what's up with you guys? Are you a thing, sir?" Fanboy asks but Phoenix elbows him. "Sorry?" Mav says, Fanboy clears his throat "Nothing sir, my apologies." He says walking away.

You've just finished the day and as you shut your locker you find Maverick behind you. "Holy shit." You get scared by his sudden appearance, you clear your throat. "Excuse me, sir" you say trying to walk around. He grabs your arm

"Hey wait" he turns you to look at him. You make eye contact and you can feel your cheeks burning red. "I wanted to let you know that your team appreciates what you do for them, that from today and just in general. I appreciate you." He says and he gives you a smile. You can feel butterflies in your stomach but you can do nothing more than just smile. "Oh, thank you." You chuckle, you realize his hand has been on your shoulder this whole time. His hand moves up to your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I'll see you tomorrow, y/n." He says and then walk away. You make your way down the hallway to leave. What the fuck just happened?

The next few days of training is more dogfighting. Same rules, you die, you owe pushups. Throughout the day nobody has been able to get a kill on Maverick, you're hoping to today. You're in the air with Hangman, Bob and Phoenix. Out of nowhere Maverick comes in between you.

"Greetings aviators, fights on." He says

"Break right y/n" Hangman yells and you do except he goes the other way. Maverick follows you instead of Hangman. "Fuck, where's he going?" Bob asks. "That's why we call him hangman, he always hangs you out to dry." You groan trying to get Maverick off your tail.

"Leaving your wingman. That's a strategy I haven't seen in a while." Maverick says looking in Hangman's direction. "He just called you a man y/n, you gonna take that?" Hangman chuckles "So long as he doesn't call you a man." You say taking a sharp turn to try and get away.

"Talk to me Bob where's Maverick?" You ask "Jeez! His nose is already coming back." He says looking back at him "Get him off me Hangman!" You yell

"For all you folks at home, this is how you bury a fossil." Hangman says trying to shoot Maverick down.

"Alright Hangman, time to teach you a lesson." Mav says circling back. "You're out y/n" he says. "Son of a bitch!" You yell smacking the dashboard. You hear Phoenix and Bob sigh but they tell you it's not your fault. Very soon Hangman is dead too. You know after hearing "that's a kill."

"Down 78, Down 79..."

"Y/n shouldn't be down here again" Bob says while doing pushups. "Well I wonder why she is." Hangman grunts

"Maybe cause I don't leave my team, bagman." You say, from the corner of your eye you can see Maverick chuckling from your comment. "That's funny, Maverick said the same thing yesterday." Phoenix says. You don't respond, but you're just thinking about it. Maverick talking about you?

Next day's training is the last day for this situational dogfight. But today it's just you and Hangman in the air. "Y/n I have a question, what's up with you and Maverick?"he asks, bringing flush to your cheeks again just at the thought of it. "Nothing hangman." You say clearing your throat. Maverick comes up and initiates the fight. You grunt and immediately get at it and follow Maverick.

"What is with these two?" Hangman says just watching you guys. You're just going further and further down, you're past the hard deck and just circling with Maverick. "Let's get it over with y/n, your strategy is about to run us into the ground what's your move?" He asks

"You can bail out anytime." You say looking him straight in the eyes. "Pull up, pull up! Pull up, pull up!" You hear from the alarm system. Maverick grunts and pulls up. You do so too. "C'mon you got it, now don't think just do." He encourages you.

"C'mon y/n you got it, just drop down and take the shot!" You hear Hangman say. You're going to, but it's too low. "Too late had your chance." Mav says and turns straight up. He circles back and shoots you. "That's a kill, y/n." He says. "Goddammit!" You yell. "Go see Hondo about your pushups" he says and flies away.

As you're doing your pushups, Hondo stopped counting a while ago but you haven't stopped. "Alright that's enough." He says but you still don't stop. He walks away and you stop once your arms can't take it anymore.

"Kid, with how training's going so far for you, it does not seem like you're going on this mission." Hangman says walking up to you. You scoff and get up, you begin walking away when he grabs you by the shoulder.

"Get out of your head, y/n. I don't know if it's simply that our instructor is Maverick, if that's what's bothering you but whatever it is, it cannot get in your way." He says, you listened to him without turning around, you wanted to turn around and slap the shit out of just cause you felt like it. Instead you walk away.

You head towards your locker and grab your stuff. You walk out to your car and throw your bags in the trunk, it's laundry day. You shut your trunk and get into the driver's seat. Shit you forgot your ID key card that lets you into the building. You groan and go to the front door and look through the glass. You see Cyclone walk by and you knock rapidly hoping he will hear you. Luckily he does and he lets you in.

"Lieutenant L/n, shouldn't you have your own card to be let in?" He asks raising his eyebrow at you. You sigh, "Yes sir, I set it at my locker and I forgot to grab it." You say looking down.

He notices that something is off and he runs your shoulder. "I'm gonna let you off with a warning but it better be the first and last time this happens. I can't emphasize enough how important it is that you never lose your ID card okay?Have a good night lieutenant." He says and you speed walk to your locker.

You turn the corner and Maverick is walking towards you. Before he has the chance to say anything you just walk past him.

You hear him scoff and when you get to your locker and you're unlocking it he comes by you. "Y/n what the fuck is your problem?" He asks

"What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you shoot me down over and over again?" You say shutting your locker. You grab your ID and start walking back from where you came in but he follows you. You make it to your car again and he's still right behind you.

"Don't think that just because I like you I'm gonna go easy on you." He says "fuck" he mutters. You immediately stop and turn around "You what?" You say.

"Wait no I didn't mean it." He starts, your heart drops. "Oh. Okay then." You say getting into your car but he stops you. "No wait y/n, I did mean it. I'm sorry for being a dick." He apologizes. "I don't know what to say." You say looking down.

"Well I think it would be okay if you start with telling me if you like me too or not." He chuckles awkwardly.

You laugh and look up at his stupid smile, his stupid eyes and his stupid gorgeous face. "Oh my gosh Maverick" you say as you pull him in to you to kiss him. He pulls away and he looks at you. "I'm guessing that's a yes?" He chuckles. "Yes Mav." You chuckle and he leans in to kiss you again, he deepens the kiss by pushing you against your car door.

He pulls away again. "Y/n, you've just gotta believe in yourself. You're one of the greatest pilots I know, you're just getting into your head about this mission but trust me you will get it." He says. You just nod your head and he lets you into your car and you leave.

Over the next week, you guys train more dogfighting.and overall defense. Today's exercise is going through the actual course of the mission. Maverick has already showed you guys the course and now you're ready to go through with it. "So for today's lesson we're gonna go easy on you guys. Max ceiling, 300 feet. Time to target, 3 minutes." Mav explains. "Fuck." You mutter under your breath.

"Good luck" he smiles at the crew.

You're in the air with Phoenix, and Coyote.

"Time is 1 minute thirty, we are 2 seconds behind. Increase to 490 knots." Phoenix tells you. "We've gotta move Coyote!" You groan. He speeds up too much and almost hits you. "Oh shit!" He yells and he pulls up and the alarm on his radar starts beeping.

"Why are they dead?" Maverick asks. "We broke the 300 foot ceiling, then a sam took us out." You explain. "No, why are they dead?" He asks again "I slowed down and I didn't communicate." Coyote says. "Why didn't you communicate with your team?" Mav asks

"I was too focused on- Coyote starts but is interrupted. "No, a reason that their family will accept at the funeral." Maverick says.

Maverick looks at you and asks "Why didn't you anticipate the turn?" but before he lets you answer he says again "Don't tell me y/n, tell it to her family" and nods towards Phoenix.

Hangman, Fanboy and Payback die too due to Hangman's obliviousness. Hangman backs it up with "either a man flies like Maverick or a man does not make it back." Mavericks lectures are just him emphasizing how you must focus on all things at once, how focusing too much on one thing and too little on another can get you killed.

The days over and you're done putting stuff away at your locker. Making sure to not forget anything this time you walk out to your car. Before leaving the building, Maverick comes up to you. "Hey y/n, I just wanted to say good job today." He says

"You don't mean it, I killed my team and I don't even have a good enough excuse to fucking say at the funeral. I'll see you tomorrow." You say getting into your car.

The next day, Maverick is called into a meeting with Cyclone and Warlock. He finds out that he will no longer be instructing since the operation has been set for a week earlier. Cyclone believes that the only thing Maverick has taught us that the mission cannot be flown.

Everybody is called to the meeting room. "I will be intructing the training for this mission now. We have less than a week, the time set has been moved earlier. As of today there are new mission parameters." Cyclone explains. "The time to target is now 4 minutes."

"Doesn't that expose us to their fighting air crafts?" Coyote asks "it does, so it will be a dogfight. But it seems like that's the only thing Maverick "taught" you." He replies. "Goddamn, we'll be sitting ducks." Fanboy sighs.

Suddenly the screen turns on and shows the flight course, indicating someone is airborne in an f-18 single. "Who the hell is that?" Asks Cyclone.

"Maverick entering point alpha. Confirm green range." Comes from the radio. "Uh maverick, green range confirmed. I don't see an event scheduled for you, sir." Also comes from the radio. "Well I'm going anyway." Maverick replies

The whole group sits up straight intrigued to see the screen. Maverick sets the time to target as 2 minutes 15 seconds. "2:15? That's impossible " says Coyote. Maverick begins the course. Surely, he makes it and lands the bombs perfectly, he even finished with 15 seconds to spare. Leaving everyone stunned. "Damn" is all Hangman says.

It is now the day of the mission. For Maverick to have a last chance to fly for Top Gun, he will be flying the mission since he showed it can be flown.

Everybody is in the room, Cyclone is talking about how the 5 people who do not fly the mission will stand by for any alternative roles.

"It has been an honor flying with you, each and every one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission, my choice is a reflection of that." Maverick says.

"Choose your two foxtrot teams." Cyclone says. You feel so nervous because you don't know if you're going or not. "Payback and Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob." He sighs. Fuck, you're not going. Bob will be Pheonix's backseater and Fanboy will be Paybacks's.

Everybody looks at you confused as to why you're not paired with Phoenix. "And your wingman?." Cyclone asks. Tension filling the room, everybody is expecting it to be Hangman if not Rooster.

"Y/n." Maverick says.

"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that's required. Dismissed." Admiral Bates says.

Phoenix and Bob come up to you and Bob pats you on the back.

"Holy shit y/n, it's gonna be different flying without you. But we're gonna do it." Phoenix says wrapping her arm around you.

Preparing for the mission, Cyclone speaks to you guys once again about the time to target and detailed specifics about the mission. "This is what you've all been training for. Come home safely."

You guys are on the tarmac, you go up to Maverick and shove him. "Hey! what the fuck was that for?" He asks while turning around.

"Why the hell did you pick me?" You say "because I believe in you, y/n. I know that you can do it, I couldn't do it without you being my wingman. don't go into this thinking that you can't do it." He says putting his hand on your shoulder.

You feel so nervous and you start breathing fast. "It will be okay I promise." He says pulling you into a hug. "We'll talk when we get back okay." He says giving you a smile.

Your breathing going back to normal you take a deep breath and head for your plane as he heads for his.

You give Phoenix and Bob a salute as they get in their planes. You take a deep breath and put your helmet on. Hondo comes up to your plane. "You got this y/n. It's been an honor, I believe in you." He says wiping his tears. You look at him still scared as hell. " Don't give me that look." He laughs "it's the only one i've got." You say patting his shoulder.

"good luck and come home please." He says as you shut your ceiling in.

" Dagger one, up and ready." Mav says through the radio. "Dagger spare, up and ready. You hear from Hangman. "Dagger three, up and ready." From Phoenix. You take a deep breath. "Dagger two, up and ready." You say

"Support assets airborne, strike package ready, standing by for launch decision." You hear from back in the room everybody is in. "Send them." Cyclone says. "Dagger one away." Maverick goes. "Dagger two away." You follow Maverick. "Dagger three away" Pheonix follows. "Dagger four away" and finally Payback follows too.

"Daggers descending below radar." Maverick says as you guys fly into the fog. "Enemy territory up ahead" Mav says. He takes a deep breath, looking back at the rest of the dagger squad. "Dagger attack." He says and they release the missiles. "Tomahawks airborne" you hear. "No turning back now." Says Admiral Bates. You see the tomahawks fly above you guys.

"Daggers, ascend to attack formation" Maverick says and you guys do so. "Daggers set, proceeding to target, time set to 2 minutes and thirty seconds in three, two, one, mark." Maverick says and starts his timer. "Two mark." You say pressing yours. "Three mark, Four mark." You hear from Phoenix and Payback.

"Going in." Mav says. As you guys go in, you stay low and you're good under radar. You look up and see sams set.

"2 minutes to target!" Bob says

"Copy, were 14 seconds behind y/n we've got to move!" Payback says to you. Your palms are sweaty and breathing is heavy.

"Thirty seconds to tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip." You hear from the radio.

"Dagger, Comanche. We're picking up two bandits." You hear. "Where the hell did they come from?" Cyclone says. Shit. "They're headed the other way, they don't know we're here. But the second those tomahawks hit, they will turn around." Mav says "copy", and you guys reply.

"We have to get there before they do. Daggers, increase speed." Maverick says. Phoenix does, but you don't. "Sir, daggers two and four are behind schedule. Time to target, one minute twenty seconds." You hear from the radio again. Fuck. "Tomahawk impact in three, two, one." You hear. "Impact!".

"They know we're coming now." Cyclone says.

"Bandits are switching direction to defend enemy target." "Y/n, where are you?" Maverick asks. But you don't reply. "C'mon y/n! Bandits are inbound we gotta make time up now! Let's turn and burn." Payback says. "If we don't increase speed now, they'll be waiting for us when we get there y/n." Payback says

You take a deep breath still rapidly breathing. "Y/n, you can do it. Don't think, just do." Mav whispers to you.

You suddenly increase speed. "Jesus y/n, not that fast!" Payback says but you keep going. "Alright let's go." you say continuing with Payback following you. "Damn y/n take it easy!" Fanboy yells.

"Sir, dagger two is engaging." "Alright now hit your target and come home." Cyclone says. "Thirty seconds to target, Bob check your laser." Mav says "Code verified, laser is a go!" Bob says. They pop up, and drop in "Bombs away." Maverick says and successfully hits the target.

"Direct hit!" He yells. "There's miracle number one." Warlock says through the radio. "Dagger two, status?" He asks "We're almost there Mav!" You yell. You pop up and drop in. "Fanboy where's my laser?" You ask. "Y/n there's something wrong with this laser, shit!" Fanboy yells fumbling with the laser. "Dead eye! Dead eye! Dead eye!" He yells. "Fuck! There's no time, I'm dropping in blind." You say

"Nearly there, don't!" Fanboy yells but you do so anyway.

"Bombs away! Bombs away!" You yell and immediately pull up. You've successfully hit the target as you see it explode while you're still pulling up. "Bullseye! Bullseye! Bullseye!" You hear from the radio followed by cheering. "There's miracle number two." Warlock says "Now they're in coffin corner." Cyclone says.

"We're not out of this yet!" Maverick grunts, struggling. Your eyes want to shut, but you're fighting with all you can to stay conscious.

Maverick and Phoenix make it over the mountain, setting off the sams. "Smoke in the air! Phoenix break right!" You hear Maverick yell. You're still fighting for your life trying not to pass out. "Here comes another one!" You hear Bob yell.

"Y/n status!" Maverick yells. You make it over the mountain. You see the sams heading towards you. "Oh my god! Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!" You yell.

"Break right y/n! Break right!" You hear fanboy yell at you. "There's more coming!" He says "deploying flares!" You reply. You press the red button and your flares are launched, defending.

"Negative contact!" You grunt. "Y/n! Watch out! 9 o'clock!!" Fanboy yells at you smacking his window in the direction of where they are coming. They were gonna hit Phoenix, but she moved out of the way and they were headed towards you.

"2 more on your left y/n!" Bob yells. Shit. Missiles are coming at you from both sides and you don't know where to go. "Defending!" You yell but you're out of flares. "Shit I'm out of flares!" You tell trying to break left but their on your tail.

"Dagger one defending!" Maverick grunts getting in the way of you and the missiles headed towards you. "Maverick no!" You yell as he gets hit, not taking out all of the missiles in time and falling down towards a mountain about to burn in.

"Shit!" You yell, tears swelling in your eyes. "Dagger one is hit! I repeat, Dagger one is hit! Maverick is down!" Phoenix yells into the radio. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Dagger one status? Does anyone see him?" You yell.

"I didn't see a parachute, y/n." Payback says. "We're gonna circle back. We have to!" You yell still looking in the direction where he fell. "Comanche, bandits inbound, single group, recommend dagger head south. One minute to intercept." You hear coming from the radio. "Get them back to the carrier, now." You hear cyclone say. Fuck, the tears leave your eyes. You're going after Maverick.

"All daggers head for ECP, you have bandits headed to you."

"What about maverick!" You yell. "Tell her there's nothing she can do about Maverick. Not in a goddamn F-18!" Cyclone says

"Dagger spare, request permission to launch and fly air cover!" You hear Hangman yell. "Negative, spare."

"Fuck!" You smack your hand against the dashboard. "Send search and rescue." Warlock says. But cyclone says no, not with bandits in the air. "Sir! Maverick is still out there." Hondo says but Cyclone says we are not losing anyone else today. "Get them home now." He says

"Dagger, you are not to engage." The tears keep coming from your eyes. "Dagger two, return to carrier. Dagger two acknowledge, you are not to engage."

"Y/n, the bandits are closing in. We can't go back." Phoenix says, her voice breaking. "He's gone y/n." Fanboy says

You break sharply and go in Mavericks direction. "Y/n no!" Phoenix yells. You're flying over the mountain where he got hit. You set off more sams from that corner. "Where are you Mav, where are you." You whisper to yourself looking over the area. Unaware and without flares you get hit. "Fuck!" You yell.

"Dagger two is hit, I repeat Dagger two is hit." You hear coming from the radio and you're about to crash. At the last second you're able to eject and crash-land into some trees. You land safely on the ground and you fold up your parachute.

"You alright!!" You hear somebody yell and you look up and see Maverick sprinting at you. You gasp as he aggressively throws himself at you, hugging you and you both fall to the floor. You push him off of you and get up.

"What the hell!?" You yell at him. "What are you doing here y/n! You think I took that missile for you to be down here with me? You should be back on the carrier by now!!" He says to you. "I saved your life!" You say looking up at his tall figure, poking your finger into his chest.

"I saved your life! That's the whole fucking point. What the hell were you even thinking??" He says pushing your hand off of his chest. "You told me not to think!!" You scream back at him smacking his hand. You guys look at each other for a few seconds, catching your breath.

"Fuck. Well it's good to see you." He says. You look at him for a bit. You throw yourself at him bringing him into a hug. "It's good to see you too." You say as he's holding on to you tightly.

"C'mon I have a plan." he says putting his arm around your waist, guiding you. You guys walk about half a mile past some trees. You guys find a rock to hide behind, you look over at the enemy's base. Alarms blaring and you see people scrambling all over the place, trying to figure out why their runway was taken out.

Maverick is looking through his binoculars. "Hey look." He says handing them to you. "You're joking." You say as you see the F-14 that he's talking about. "It's either that or we're dead y/n." He says taking them back. "We don't even know if that piece of shit can fly, Mav." You say. "Well let's go find out." He says jumping over the rock. "Fuck. Mav! okay." you say wiping your face.

You follow him and once you catch up you hold onto his arm. "Wait up." You say. "Sorry" he says slowing down. "Mav, there's people." You whisper, tugging on his arm. "Okay okay." He says slowing down a lot. "Wait no, okay uhh here let's run." He says starting to run and you do so too.

You guys make it to the F-14. Mav makes his way over to the dash system. "Okay, okay once I give you the signal, you're gonna flip the switch until the needle reaches 120. Once the engine turns on, you're gonna pull up all of the pins and unplug everything. Understand?" He says looking at you. "Yeah, yeah I got it." You say. He presses the button to turn it on and it starts. "Yes!" He exlaims.

He turns around to get in and he puts on his helmet. But he stops and turns back around. "Hey-" he says, he grabs your face and kisses you. You pull away and look at him "we're gonna make it y/n." He says and you kiss him again.

He gets in and gives you the signal. You flip the switch when you see the needle reach 120. You run around the plane, unplugging everything and you stow his ladder and jump on.

You get into your seat and get settled. "Holy shit, this thing's old." You chuckle looking over all of the buttons. You guys start driving out and onto the runway. "Both runways are cratered Mav, how are we gonna get this museum piece up?" You ask.

Mav looks around and pulls a lever. "Why are the wings coming out Mav?" You say with your face pressed against the glass as you look down.

"Just hold on." He replies and accelerates rapidly. "Holy shit! Mav this is not a runway!!" You yell. You guys barely make it up in the air, your wheels hitting the cratered tarmac piece on the way up, breaking off.

You turn your radio on, connecting to the carrier. You and Maverick make it to sea. You see two planes coming up behind you guys. "Mav, there's somebody coming." You say tapping the glass.

"Shit, okay put your mask on. Smile and wave, if they knew who we were we'd already be dead." He says and you put on your mask. You look to your left and the enemy plane is right there, you guys wave. The pilot signals something to Mav.

"What does that mean?" You whisper. "Uh, I have no idea. Never seen it." He replies and he signals something to the guy. "Mav, his backseater is reaching into the weapons envelope. Can we outrun these guys?" You ask, getting scared.

"Y/n, look at the yellow flaps under your seat. That is the ejection handle you're gonna pull it when I tell you to." He says.

"Mav, can we outrun them?" You ask again. "No y/n. Not in a F-14." He sighs. "It's not the plane Mav, it's the pilot. You'd go after them if I wasn't here." You reply. "But you are here." He says.

"Fuck. Okay, hold on y/n" he says and he rapidly accelerates, trying to flee. The other guys immediately act on it and they start shooting. "flares y/n!" Mav yells. You press the button, releasing the flares and stopping the missiles.

"That was close!" You yell. Another shot headed towards you and you press the button again. "Mav were out of flares!! Break right!" He does so and the missles barely miss you guys.

You guys are nearing a valley, you can make it through if you get low enough. Maverick says the terrain will trip out the guys system. Once you make it through the small valley, Mav takes a sharp turn, causing the other guy to crash into the mountain. "Yes Mav! Splash one!' you yell excitedly.

"Fuck!! Maverick there's another one!" You smack his shoulder to get his attention. "Y/n we can't take anymore of this." Mav says as you guys start to get shot at. "Eject y/n! Eject!" He yells at you.

You pull at the yellow striped handles but you're not budging. "I said eject y/n!" He yells again. "It's not working!!" You yell still yanking at the handles. The other plane shoots at you guys again. "We're not gonna make it!" You yell.

Suddenly, the missile is intercepted by another flare coming from your right. The enemy plane is shot down.

"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, your lord and savior, hangman." You hear as the plane gets near you. "Holy shit!" You laugh feeling a wave of relief take over your body. You settle back into your seat. He comes up right next to you guys. Maverick chuckles. "You look good Hangman." He says "I am good Mav, I'm very good." He smirks. "C'mon guys, lets go home." You say.

"Arriving at the carrier, barricade net needed. I repeat barricade net needed." Hangman says into his radio. You guys fly over the carrier, seeing the crew setting up the net. You circle back around and crash into the net.

You raise the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh, taking off your helmet. "Maverick!!

Y/n!!" Hondo yells running towards you guys. Everybody surrounds you guys cheering you guys on.

You jump off and stand on the tarmac, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Bob and Hangman all run up to you. Engulfing you in a group hug.

"I never thought I'd be this happy to see you y/n." Payback says. "Yeah. Never do that shit again." Fanboy says pulling you into a hug. You pull away smiling and you look at Pheonix. "I knew you'd never leave anyone behind." She says bringing you into a tight hug and you hug her back tightly. You look back at Bob. "I don't know what to say. Holy shit y/n you almost died!" He yells at you hugging you. "It's good to see you too Bob." You chuckle.

Hangman clears his throat, you all look at him and see that he's looking at Mav coming up to you. "Go! Go!" Fanboy and Phoenix whisper pushing you away. Maverick comes up to you and hugs you tightly.

You fall into his touch, embracing him as if it's the last hug you'll ever get from him. "Y/n, you saved me. I couldn't have done it without you." He says. "And I couldn't have done it without you." You say looking up at him. "Not too bad for a wingman hey?" He chuckles. "As long as I'm only your wingman." You say looking up at him, smiling.

"Of course, we make the best team y/n." He says, his facial expression softening. He grabs your face and brings you closer. Pulling you into a kiss, you kiss him back. It was a passionate kiss, filled with the thrill from the mission and a promise of what was yet to come.

"Be mine, y/n." He whispers looking into your eyes. "Always." You say, leaning back into another kiss.

This one was a long one! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please send in requests! By the way, slider x trans! male reader coming soon as requested by anon! :)

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themorriganwitch · 2 years ago

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Top Gun Maverick - How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship

Summary: How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship

Characters: Rooster, Hangman, Bob, young Mav and Fanboy

Warnings: 18+, MDNI

Words: 1,8k

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin:

- contrary to many believes I am convinced that Jake married young.

- either his high school or his college sweetheart

- definitely enemies to lovers

- it took them a while to figure their feelings out bc Jake was a teasing / flirting jerk and his s/o was not having any of it.

- they are the kind of couple who are extremely into PDA that makes everyone around them feeling cringey.

- also, a very competitive couple but in a healthy way where both parties are thriving to help the other becoming the best version of themselves.

- always doing their work outs together

- they probably had their first child soon after graduating college, 6 months married when Jake had just joined the Navy.

- it was not always an easy road, but they always worked through it.

- I am convinced they have a bunch of kids, probably between 3 or 4 with one set of twins.

- Jake passed out after he found out he will be a dad of twins.

- during the TGM time frame his kids were between the ages 10 – 5.

- I see Jake being the chilled parent, while his s/o is the one who is a bit stricter in her parenting.

- as well as with his wife, Jake always makes sure to reassure his kids to follow their dreams.

- at least one of the twins (a boy and a girl) when not both joined the navy, giving their mom a heart attack.

- After Jake got a permanent Job without being on deployments that often, he totally bought a ranch with some cows, so he would have an apology to wear his cowboy hat the whole time.

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw :

- Bradley never really believed that he was capable of having a relationship.

- Everyone he ever loved either died or betrayed him, so he closed off from an early age.

- That’s why he only had one-night stands or casual friends with benefits scenarios for the first 30 years of his life.

- Bradley is made for the friends to lovers’ trope.

- Probably met his s/o via friends, maybe a friend of Phoenix who he met a few years after they graduated Top Gun

- She is probably quite a bit younger than him.

- They were friends for at least 1 ½ years, until Bradley trusted her with his whole heart.

- It was on his dad’s death anniversary, which he normally spends alone, when his s/o showed up on his door, knowing he would need someone today.

- She is the first person who has seen him cry since his mom died.

- That was also the day he knew that she is not just a friend, but he is in love.

- At first, he was totally overwhelmed, never kneeing the feeling of real love.

- He probably needed some space after this, processing everything.

- But then showed up on their doorstep, confessing his feelings.

- After that day the both of them were inseparable

- They are each other’s best friend, partner in crime and ride or die.

- He is also the person who would never judge his partner for having mental health issues, he would be incredibly supportive cause he knows what the darkness feels like

- They probably have 2 or three kids, 2 girls and one boy (who is obviously called Nick)

- Roosters wife is probably pregnant with baby number 2 during the TGM time frame.

- They own a huge beach house in San Diego

- They are hosting the best barbecues

- They also have 2 dogs, probably golden retrievers which Rooster named Iceman and Maverick (he still thinks about getting a chihuahua and calling him Hangman)

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd :

- Robert knows his s/o since birth.

- Definitely childhood friends to lovers

- Their moms were best friend since middle school and as soon as they knew they will have each a boy and a girl, they had the dream of their kids ending up together.

- That’s exactly the reason it took the two of them years to actually come together.

- Both were quite good friends but their moms’ making comments about them coming together is just extremely cringe and strange for them (in their teen years)

- Their ways parted when they choose different colleges and only saw each other on holiday breaks when they came home.

- They would then spend every minute together by watching movies or driving through the city at night, talking about life.

- It was when Bob announced he will join the Navy that his s/o realized that she is in love with him.

- And it took Bob 8 months longer, until he had to eject out of a plane for the first time, terrified for his dear life that he realized the same.

- After Bob graduated Top Gun, he made his way back home and the both of them shared their feelings with each other that night.

- Everything about their relationship screams true love.

- Their moms both cried when the two announced they were engaged, 3 years after coming together.

- Due to some issues, it took Bob and his s/o a couple of years to get pregnant.

- But after a couple of years, they welcomed their only daughter in this world.

- Bob is definitely a girl dad.

- And he would throw the world best sleep overs for his daughter.

- With some homemade popcorn and different themes, he crafted some décor for

- Due to their fertility issues, they were probably still trying doing the TGM time frame, so this would probably a topic Bob and Phoenix would have talked often about in private.

- And she was just as happy as the grandmas to be, when she found out she was going to be an aunt.

- Bob and his s/o bought a huge house in their hometown shortly after their daughter was born

- This house is also the spot where every Dagger Celebration takes place

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Young Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell:

- His relationship to his s/o reminds me of the lyrics in Taylor Swifts song Mine

- ‘You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter.’

- His tropes also totally scream summer romance and the one that got away.

- It’s also giving Baby and Johnny (Dirty Dancing)

- He probably met her the summer when he was graduating Top Gun

- He was in his late twenties and she probably in her early to mid/twenties.

- She was probably in law or med school, trying to make her daddy proud, but she is a free spirit who is giving artsy vibes.

- Probably painted Mav on his Bike or in a cockpit a couple of times

- Their relationship progressed fast and was pretty passionate.

- Mav loved the sneaking around and encouraged his s/o to step up to her dad and follow her dreams.

- They had the perfect summer romance, with those cinematic moments (like riding his bike in the rain and sharing passionate kisses after)

- Their whole world shattered after Goose died.

- It was the end of the summer and s/o had to leave for university a couple of days after

- They were both heartbroken but agreed that every summer romance must come to an end.

- They were both deeply in love, without telling the other.

- Their heartbreak was horrifying.

- But they never stopped thinking about each other.

- It took them 5 years to reunite, meeting up in San Diego again, where reader opened a little cafe for artist after quitting college.

- It was a beautiful reunion, which lasted about 8 days until Mav got deployed.

- They both agreed that a stable relationship with a house, dog and kids were not what was in the cards for them at that point, so they kept in casual.

- It was about 15 years later, when Mav was in his mid 40’s and his s/o in her late 30’s that they agreed on settling down, in their own kind of way.

- Mav opened his shop and they both agreed on buying a black Labrador which they called Goose.

- Being the dagger squads second set of parents and working with them through their life crises

- Their life is not what others, especially people in the navy, would call conventional.

- But neither Mav nor his s/o is conventional and that’s the exact reason they love each other so deeply.

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Mikey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia:

- He is the dream guy for every fangirl.

- He probably met his s/o on a convention.

- This or it was a blind date which was set up by Payback.

- The two of them went out for Burger and Fries in a typical American Diner for their first date, where they talked and talked about every fandom they had ever been in

- They always have something to talk about

- The two of them will go to Comic Con and Fan Events together, wearing the cutest couple costumes ever.

- Gamer Boyfriend and Book Lover Girlfriend

- He is the one to re-create book scenes with

- Like standing in a doorframe and so on

- He will beta read every fanfiction his s/o ever wrote, giving great critique and compliments.

- Each other’s safe place

- After always being judged for being a part of several fandoms from early ages on, it is very important for them to never judge their partner and making sure both of them are feeling safe.

- Huge discussions after which fictional characters their kids will be named after

- They probably have two boys, who are 4 years apart.

- The first one was a couple of weeks old during the TGM time frame.

- Its broke Mickeys heart to leave his girlfriend and his newborn son alone, but Payback made sure to bring his WSO back to his family.

- They married shortly after the Uranium Mission, Payback being Fanboys best man.

- This wedding definitely had some Pinterest inspiration from different fandoms.

- For the name of their second son, the dagger squad had to vote between different fantasy names.

- Mickey lost after trying to get the others vote for Anakin Legolas Garcia

- The two of them hosting gaming events for Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and Hangman on the one side, while his wife, Bob, Phoenix, and Rooster had their book club meeting on the other side of the living room.

- They also make the greatest Christmas cards, every year a different fantasy theme.

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whiskeyswriting · 2 years ago

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Hold My Hand

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{ Danny Ramirez x Reader } | { Song Inspiration: Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga }

{ Dedicated to @bayisdying | Love you wifey and wishing you many more years of thirsting over your husband!! I hope to get invited to the wedding! }

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Danny kept counting down the minutes and seconds until he could see you. The last few months he had been in Atlanta filming, leaving you states away. However, despite his busy filming schedule, he made sure to prioritize your video calls.

This last one he could feel, aside from visibly see, the stress you were under.

“Amor, take a deep breath. For me. Start again from the beginning telling me what happened.”

As you recount your latest stress with work, as well as with family, he can’t help but wish he could just hug you and tell you it will be alright. So he decides he will do that.

That night he takes a red eye flight to be at your place by the time you wake up. He knew the next day was your day off from work. As he was getting you coffee and breakfast, he also made some very important calls.

When he arrives at your place, he’s loaded up with flowers, baked goods, coffee, and so much love for you. You’re completely taken by surprise when you open the door and see him there.

“Danny!”

“Mi reina!”

You help him with setting all the bags down. Once his arms are free, he pulls you in for a tight hug and a deep kiss.

“Te amo… Te amo muchísimo. El ver que estás trabajando mucho y sin relajarte me duele. So hoy nos vamos de vacaciones.”

“I love you… I love you so much. Seeing that you are working too hard and not relaxing hurts me. So today we are leaving on vacation.”

You stare at him in shock at his words and then you start crying. Danny pulls you in for another tight hug. “It’s okay. Let it out.”

You pull away just a bit to look him in the eyes to thank him. “Never did I imagine I’d get so lucky with you.”

“I’m the lucky one, Mi amor.”

The first stop of your vacation is right in town. He takes you to the open air market for lunch and then to ride the Ferris wheel.

“Hold my hand! I know heights aren’t your thing but the view is worth it.”

You nod and keep a tight grip on his hand. And he’s right. The view of the lake next to the Ferris wheel is just beautiful. Your eyes full with tears as you can feel yourself truly relax for the first time in perhaps years.

Danny notices and wipes the tears from your cheeks. “You deserve to be treated like the queen that you are. You deserve to have more days where you’re happy and not about to break.”

He slips his hand into his pocket and takes out a ring. Still holding on to your hand, he kneels down in front of you. “Marry me, cariño. I want to be there for you every day. Not just the good ones. I want the bad ones too to show you you’re not alone.”

The happy tears flowed freely and you nodded. “I’ll marry you.”

He kisses you once again. “Happy birthday mi reina.”

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inklore · 2 years ago

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Mickey growing his hair out when he's not on a mission aka being able to grab those beautiful curls while he eats you out 😩😩

literally makes my brain short circuit omg ahhhh!!!

at first you think you just love feeling feeling how soft they are. how the curls feel like silk running between your fingers, how even when his face is not between your thighs and he’s fucking your still have something to keep his mouth pressed to yours—get to feel that softness as his mouth leaves love bites along the column of your neck.

you love every look of his. but the curls are your favorite.

and you realize—after countless nights of him not allowing either of you to sleep until you’ve come on his tongue—that it’s not because of the aforementioned things, but because when you grab a fistful in blinded ecstasy the moan he lets out against your clit is like a melody you want to hear again and again.

you can feel his mouth stutter ever so slightly when you twist, pull, grip at his curls; your hips gyrating, head thrown back, moans falling from your parted mouth, fucking yourself against his tongue. mickey’s fingers digging into the flesh of your hip, the only other telltale sign (besides his moans and his eyes rolling back) that he loves you tugging at his hair.

one night when you do it, when he’s just slipped another finger inside of you, the breathy “fuck” he lets out against your wetness enough to have your already spinning head—clouded with lust and need—in whirlwind.

#want this man to literally destroy me emotionally and physically #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy smut #fanboy x you #mickey garcia x reader #fanboy x y/n #mickey fanboy garcia smut #mickey garcia smut #fanboy imagine #mickey garcia x you #mickey fanboy garcia x you #mickey garcia x y/n #fanboy headcanons #mickey garcia imagine #mickey garcia headcanon #danny ramirez #thots !#/ abby

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lives-in-midgard · 18 days ago

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Dating Joaquin Torres would include:

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

A/N: Hey! Since I saw Captain America brave new world in the cinema I can't stop thinking about him. So here are a few things that I think would include if you're dating Joaquin. I hope you like it!

Masterlist

You were good friends with Sam for a long time and he introduced you to Joaquin.

You immediately got along very well.

After being friends for a while he asked you to go on a date with him.

When you said yes, Joaquin got very excited.

At the day of the date he picked you up and you drove to a beautiful place where you had a picnic.

Since then you two are very happy together.

He can always make you laugh, even when you are having a bad day.

You're always there for each other.

Joaquin is very caring and gentle.

A lot of cuddling.

He loves to show his affection through cuddling, hugging and constant handholding.

Joaquin gives you the pet names mi amor, mi vida, babe or angel.

Wearing his shirts and hoodies because they are comfortable and smell like him. He loves when you're wearing them.

Spending as much time as possible together.

Going on a lot of dates or spending a chill day at home.

Going out with Joaquin, Sam and Bucky.

He tells you stories from his missions.

You’re always worried when he is on a mission, but Joaquin promised you that he would take good care of himself and always come back to you.

The first thing he wants to do when he comes back after a mission is to hug and kiss you.

You're very proud of him.

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happypopcornprincess · 2 months ago

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Under the Same Sky Part 2

Pairings - Joaquin Torres X fem!Reader (TFATWS AU)

Premise - You have your heart guarded for the longest time. But when you encounter a stranger on the same mission, will you be able to do the same?

Word Count - 4.2K

Warnings: Gore, blood, SMUT, minors DNI

a/n - I'm sorry for being late about the second part, a relative of mine passed away after new year and I was with family. This part is dedicated to all the lover girls by heart out there. may you find your lover and have an amazing story. Hope you guys like it <3 Take care.

The wind picked up speed as Lucas and his team stepped on the backyard of the Wilson Residence. Guns drawn, stance ready, they took the steps to the back entrance.

Nadia and Artie moved in first, Matt in tow and Lucas in the end. They hear not a single sound around them. Matt signaled clear after checking the rooms and the kitchen, Nadia let her shoulders relax watching him sign.

“Where are they?” Artie whispered.

The radio in the kitchen turns on its own accord…

Can't stay at home, can't stay at school

Old folks say, "Ya poor little fool"

Down the streets I'm the girl next door

I'm the fox you've been waiting for!

Lucas shoots the radio; the broken device fell to the floor with a thud. A scratched-out sound of Cherry Bomb still playing on.

“That’s a shame…”

Nadia was too slow to turn before you hit her head with the butt of your Glock, “I love that song.”

Artie fell on the floor as Joaquin kicked him in the back, you advanced towards Matt. The first thing that bastard did was to kick off the floor and punch you square in the jaw, but you duck in record time, just to kick his feet off the ground and lose your Glock in the process.

Joaquin got busy with Artie and Lucas, who had teamed up to defeat him. Lucas ducked a kick on his chest, and Artie tried to stab him in the neck. Joaquin got a knife out of his belt and fought with all his might, after throwing Lucas on the kitchen table.

Matt was twice your size, he got up in no time trying to throw you off your feet but you were smarter than that, you ran on the wall, kicking off it and using the velocity to climb his shoulders. You pull a hidden wire from your wrist, falling back and choking him in the process. Matt fought hard to get a hold of you, but you pressed on harder. His movements slowed down, and eventually he stilled as you released the wire.

Joaquin was pinned down on the ground with Artie on top of him, his blade inches away from his windpipe. Joaquin pushed hard on his end of blade, trying to nick off his collarbone. Lucas came rushing towards them now recovered from being thrown on the table… Joaquin threw off all his strength to turn his entire body sideways, which in turn put Artie on the side, giving him a chance to stab him just where his neck met his shoulder.

You got up to rush to Lucas, but fell face first feeling a stronghold on your ankle. Turning, you meet a very pissed off looking Nadia with blood covering her face.

She held a Glock, your glock, aiming at you. You kick her in the face, grabbing your knife in the holster. You sit up to stab her in the back, just an inch away from her heart.

So why was it that you felt a sharp jab on your shoulder?

You look at the source, only to see a blade sticking out of your right shoulder. Nadia’s hand being the holder. She looked you right in the eye as she twisted the blade deeper. You grunt, stabbing the woman again and again until she stopped.

Unbearable pain clouded your senses, but Joaquin’s voice brought you back to your senses, turning towards him to see him spar with Lucas, taking punches and pulling ones. You got on your knees to snatch your Glock from Nadia’s dead fingers, keeping an eye on Joaquin.

Blood ran down his elbow from his palm, he staggered on his feet trying to get a jab at Lucas, but found himself covered in his brains once you shot Lucas in the forehead.

You sighed, feeling your tank top getting wet with blood. It felt like an out of body experience, Natasha’s voice echoing somewhere inside your head; “Your brain is in shock trying to process the pain. Get the blade out, press on a cloth and get the hell out of here before one of them wakes up.”

“y/n, look at me.” Joaquin grabbed your face, making you look at him. He glanced at the knife sticking out of your body. “This might hurt.” Saying so he pulled on the blade, prying it off.

You screamed out loud as he pressed hard on your shoulder with a cloth bandage.

How are you lying on the floor?

Joaquin lifted you up like you weighed nothing, “We gotta go. Come on…” resting your head on his shoulder, you try not to pass out looking at the blood running down his face.

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Seeing double with an open stab wound was never good news. Joaquin’s jacket did enough to hide the blood and bandage on your shoulder, but it was only a matter of time until some keen observer in the hotel lobby looked at you long enough to know you were unwell.

Leaning on the wall next to you, you watched as Joaquin came towards you and wrapped his arm over your shoulder, careful of your wound, he whispers, “you alright?”

“Kinda.” Your words came out slurred.

“Let’s go.” He led you towards your room, and despite knowing there was no chance of you being followed, you still looked over your shoulder.

As soon as the door opened, you limped towards the bed and Joaquin closed the door and the blinds. Taking off your jacket, you made the rookie mistake of taking a glance at yourself in the mirror.

Your hair was unkempt, your tank top’s strap was torn to pieces, the entire right side of your body covered in blood. The open wound right under your collarbone stared back at you through the mirror.

The room suddenly felt too small, the taste of metal heavy on your tongue.

“whoa!” Joaquin grabs your left side before you fall to the floor, his eyes find yours, and it is then you see the hidden fear in his eyes. He acted fine until now, witnessing the amount of damage on your body.

He helps you sit on the bed, and lean back on the headboard while pressing his jacket on your torso before tearing off your straps. Holding out a piece of rolled up fabric, he holds out to your mouth, “you’ll need this.” You’ve been through this before, never on this scale; but you don’t argue with him before biting into it.

The last thing you felt before blacking out was the burning sensation of rubbing alcohol on your skin and Joaquin’s hand holding yours.

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The smell of spirit lingered in the air, as you were woken up from deep sleep by a gentle voice. Opening your eyes, you see the bedside digital clock showing 02:18, and your eyes travel to Joaquin sitting on a chair next to the bed. His white vest had spots of blood, your blood, on it. His right hand was bandaged poorly, and the cut above his eyebrow had two butterfly tapes.

“You scared me for a while.” He says while gently caressing your forehead.

“What happened?” you groaned, trying to sit up, he placed a pillow behind you as you leaned back on the headboard. You look down at your body to find your tank top gone, and you wore Joaquin’s Air Force T Shirt. You look at him again to see his shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his eyes heavy. He hadn’t slept the entire night.

“You passed out while I was cleaning your wound, I woke you up to give you some medicines, and you fell asleep.”

“I don’t remember that.” You huffed out, looking at the ceiling.

Joaquin holds your hand, and you feel the rough bandage on your skin, “are you alright?” you look at him and his line of vision, which were trained on your hand.

“yeah.” You sit up straighter, and take his hand in yours, “I’m fine Joaquin, hey,” you gently hold his face that makes him look at you, “I promise.” You smile.

You rest his injured hand on your lap and open the bandage to redo it properly. The next few minutes are spent in silence, the occasional honk and sound of passing vehicles outside being the only noise. You take a proper look at his hand after you’re done, and you bring it to your lips to kiss.

Joaquin inhales sharply as your lips touch his fingers, and your eyes lock on his.

“I thought I would lose you today.” He says, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips.

“I ain’t going anywhere Joaquin. I’m right here.” Your voice came out as a whisper, and he held your face in his hands.

He looks into your eyes again, silently asking for your consent, and your reply wordlessly by leaning towards him.

The kiss was gentle.

Joaquin’s lips were featherlight on yours and you closed your eyes to feel him whole. Holding the back of his neck you brought him closer as you fell back on the headboard, and he climbed the bed to hover over you.

You kiss each other slowly, letting go of the fear of losing each other flow through it.

You savor it; the warmth of his body, his breath on your face, his hands on your waist. He continues to kiss you as his hands traveled your body, and you didn’t open your eyes in fear that it was some kind of dream.

He cautiously pulls you down on the mattress, your back meeting the sheets of your motel bed. Joaquin gets on his knees to take off his vest, tossing it on the floor. Your eyes couldn’t leave his toned torso, and his broad shoulders covered you entirely when he leaned forward, trailing kisses on your neck. The contrast in the touch of both his hands; one bandaged and one not… you closed your eyes yet again to just feel his touch on your skin. You couldn’t breathe by the way he bit your neck, and you arched your back as his hands gathered the t-shirt to roll it up to your ribs.

“We can stop if you want to.” He says in between kisses, and you moan, “no, please… don’t.”

“As you wish…” he says, his breath hot on your neck. He kissed you right in the valley of your breasts, and sucked on your skin.

You locked eyes with him as he carefully removed the t-shirt off of your body, leaving you in only your jeans. You grabbed a fistful of his hair as his lips left open mouthed kisses on your nipples, you heard him moan as he squeezed your breasts, a sound that made you pull on his hair harder, which only made him louder.

Joaquin made quick work on his belt as you quickly removed your jeans, but he clutched your hand halfway, “wait…” stumbling on his words, “uh… you’re hurt… let me…” he held your jeans and you let them go, as he pulled them down your legs and on the floor.

His hands caressed your thighs, and his gaze lingered on your body. The intensity of it made you shiver, but it wasn’t lust you saw in them.

He wanted you, needed you. Recalling the kiss that you shared earlier today; this was the complete opposite of it. This was pure adoration.

You were his reverence.

While the shadow of his tousled hair masked his forehead, he locked eyes with you. As he lowered his body bringing his face closer to your thighs, you didn’t dare look away. You arched your back as Joaquin’s arms held you down, his muscles flexing as he kissed your inner thigh, and a loud whine left your lips as he tasted you on his tongue.

He stopped only when your moans turned into screams, and when you looked at him while heaving for breath, he was gasping for air, his pupils blown, but the gaze still gentle.

You locked your legs on his waist before you could stop yourself, and tossed him on the bed. Now he was under you, and you could feel how eager he was as you looked down at his tented boxers.

Joaquin caressed your waist, “take it easy, y/n.” as he shifted his gaze to your injured shoulder.

“Sure.” you breathed out, heart racing, as you lifted yourself up while he removed his boxers. As soon as you touched him to stroke, he fell back on the bed, his brows knit in pleasure. You laughed; watching how he was reacting to your touch.

“Huh… that wasn’t funny, querida.” he huffed, and you gasped as he grabbed your waist to pull himself up.

Joaquin was now inches away from your face, his chest pressed to yours as he locked his arms around your waist. You tried to wrap yours around his neck, but you hissed as a sharp pain shot through your injured shoulder straight to your neck.

“Ow!” you buried your face on the nape of his neck, as he stiffened within you.

“Told you to take it easy.” he whispered as he caressed your hair, “you wanna stop?”

“No,” you whined, lifting your face to look at him, “no… I…” you huffed out, “I want you.”

He exhaled, replying with a warm smile, “okay.”

Joaquin gently held both of your wrists and brought your hands to his face to let you hold on to his neck, and you gladly did. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and closed his eyes before leaving a kiss on your lips. He pulled you closer as you lowered yourself on him, moaning in each other’s mouths. As you moved, he kept on kissing you.

Your pace increased as you felt his heartbeat on your skin, his hands grabbing your back. He kissed your face as you lifted your chin, leaving trails on your face and reaching your neck, but you grabbed his hair, pulling him back and exposing his neck to you. Sucking on his neck, you hugged him back, the sharp jab on your shoulder now least of your worries. He pushed into you as you continued to suck and bite his skin wherever you could. He tried his best not to pull your hair, but failed as he grabbed a handful by the end only to bring you closer.

Fighting for air, you kissed him on his mouth… stroking him even after he came inside you.

Joaquin fell back on the bed, bringing you into his arms; exhausted, spent, the two of you fighting for breath.

You shifted to your uninjured side and you held him while resting your head on his chest; groaning, he adjusted himself so you could lay your head in his arms and stroked your hair,

Both you and Joaquin couldn’t tear your eyes away from each other. He was a sight to behold—his unruly hair sticking to his forehead, his face flushed, and the marks you left on his skin gradually shifting in color.

“You good?” he whispers, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your bare back.

“Yeah. You?” you murmur, feeling the weight of sleep beginning to settle in.

A chuckle bubbles in his throat, and you can't help but smirk when he slaps a hand over his eyes, letting out a soft laugh.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you tease, poking his cheek.

“You are…” he sighs, his voice serious but amused. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re really skilled with what you did earlier.”

You raise an eyebrow, unable to suppress a giggle. “You mean the way I body-slammed a Flag Smasher? Or are you talking about…”

“Uh…” He glances up at the ceiling, and you swear you see him blush. “Both.”

You both burst into laughter, and he pulls the covers over you, tucking you close to him. As your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat when his fingers trail over your bare back once more.

“Can’t we stay like this forever?” he asks, his voice soft. “This feels like a dream.”

“It’s real.” You reach up, your fingers gently brushing the cut over his eye. “And even if it is a dream, it’s the best one I’ve ever had.”

His gaze softens at your words, and with a gentle kiss to your forehead, he confesses, “Stay right here, will you?”

You nod, your voice a quiet whisper. “Yes.”

And with that, you slip into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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Three Weeks Later, Wilson Residence

Karli was dead, the Flag Smashers were wiped out in a mysterious blast (which Zemo swore he had no part in), and John Walker had vanished off the radar. Sam was now Captain America. You and Joaquin had managed to sit that one out due to injuries, and life—relatively speaking—was almost back to normal.

The last three weeks had been the most peaceful stretch you’d had since the Thanos attack in New York. After a brief visit to Sarah’s newly renovated house—where Sam had to fight you off when you offered to pay for everything—you and Joaquin were finally heading to Arizona. He was finally going to take you to see the Canyons, a promise he’d made all the way back in that attic you two had shared.

It was night now, the kids were asleep, but the dinner table in the Wilson residence was anything but quiet, as Sam and Bucky were recounting the first time they met Spiderman.

“…and we got this kid climbing on the roof, he slams Bucky onto the floor, and screams out something about impressing Tony…”

“…and then he webs you to the escalator…” Bucky grumbles in-between.

“…I was getting to that! Anyways, I let redwing take care of the rest and send him flying through the airport and dump him midair. Ha!” Sam laughs, waiting for a reaction.

Sarah leans forward, utterly bewildered, “So you dropped a kid midair because he webbed you to an escalator?”

Bucky stops her with a laugh, “In our defense, he was on the opposite team!”

You couldn't help teasing him, “Still, you attacked a kid.”

Sam threw a baby carrot at you. “Okay, okay! Stop throwing food, Sam. What are you, five?”

Sam was about to throw another one at youtube bucky grabbed the baby carrots bowl and passed it to sarah, who gladly put it out of his reach.

You shifted your attention to Joaquin, who was looking at the whole ordeal trying not to laugh. The cut above his eye had almost healed, only a faint trail of new skin the only sign that there ever was any injury.

“We have something to tell you guys,” Joaquin said, his voice a little too casual for the tension in the air. He reached under the table to take your hand, his thumb brushing over your skin.

You squeezed his hand in return, giving him a warm smile before you turned to look at Sam, Bucky, and Sarah.

Joaquin looked at you, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, and then he said it: “Y/N and I are dating.”

The table went silent for a second, and then Sarah’s face lit up, her eyes sparkling. “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you both!”

Sam laughed loudly, throwing his head back, while Bucky froze, fork halfway to his mouth.

Bucky stared at the two of you in disbelief, his fork clicking loudly as it dropped to his plate. “Wait a minute... how long has this been going on?”

You winced. “About three weeks, maybe?”

Bucky groaned as he leaned back in his chair. “Three weeks? So, you’ve been hiding this from us?”

Joaquin shifted nervously in his seat. “Yeah, about that.”

“I swear, if you hurt Y/N—” Bucky's voice turned deadly serious, his Vibranium arm rising as he pointed it at Joaquin. “I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Joaquin quickly held up his hands. “I would never—”

“Good.” Bucky nodded, satisfied. “Just making sure, You two gross me out.” Bucky side eyes you as you respond by leaving a loud smooch on Joaquin’s cheek.

“Yeah, I’m gonna throw up.” Bucky grimaces and gets up from the table with his beer.

“Get outta here old man.” You scream, all in playfulness as he slams the porch door. Bucky had a knick of theatrics, and you knew deep down he was happy for you.

“He didn’t mean that, Buck’s a secret romantic and I bet you ten bucks he’s crying happy tears on the back porch.” Sam tells you both as you begin to clear out the table.

“I know.” You laugh, helping Joaquin with the dishes.

As Sarah and Sam left for their rooms, you and Joaquin took over cleaning the kitchen. The house fell into a quiet rhythm, the only sound the soft hum of the water running in the sink as you both washed the dishes.

“That went well,” Joaquin said, nudging your shoulder as you stacked the plates in the drying rack.

“Don’t worry, Sam and Sarah adore you. Bucky does too, he’s just... well, too stubborn to show it.” You rolled your eyes, feeling his hands wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you close.

He kissed your neck lightly as you finished stacking the last of the plates. “That was the last one,” you said, leaning back into him, letting yourself enjoy the closeness.

“Mmm-hmm...” You smirked, resting your hands on his as he tightened his grip around your waist.

“Everyone’s asleep,” he whispered, his lips brushing the back of your ear.

“I know,” you murmured, leaning back further into his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his breath soft in your ear.

“Can we take this to the bedroom?” he grumbled, his voice low and inviting as he hugged you tighter.

You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder. “We’re sleeping on the couch, babe.”

His hands moved slowly to your hips as he nuzzled your neck, “Wanna take this to the couch then?” His playful tone was backed by the softest puppy eyes you’d ever seen.

Before you could even consider it, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Bucky’s voice rocked through the silence, causing both you and Joaquin to spring apart. You quickly went back to acting busy with the already stacked plates, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Bucky sighed loudly, his eyes toward the ceiling. “Please, for the love of god, tell me you two weren’t... doing that in Sarah’s kitchen.”

Joaquin let out a nervous, “...no.” His face flushed, making you stifle a laugh.

Bucky groaned, rubbing his temples. “I swear, you two...”

“Bucky,” you said, turning toward him with a teasing smile. “Were you crying?”

His eyes went wide, and he immediately shot you a glare. “No. I’m just... tired.” He slumped his shoulders dramatically. “And I’m taking the couch.”

He threw up his hands in exasperation. “You two can take the mattress on the floor. But if I hear so much as a whisper from either of you, I’ll kick you out myself.”

With that, he stormed off, muttering under his breath.

You turned to Joaquin, fighting back a grin. His face was bright red, and his embarrassment was almost too adorable to handle. “Looks like we have to wait until we’re in Arizona,” you said with a sympathetic swat to his arm.

Joaquin groaned, “You know, I’m starting to think Bucky’s secretly shipping us.”

You shot him a wink as you walked out of the kitchen, “He’s just really protective. Come on.”

You patted his arm sympathetically, but then, with a mischievous grin, said, “What about the attic?”

Joaquin raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding.”

You opened your mouth to say yes, as your heart raced just by remembering his touch on your skin, but before you could, Bucky’s voice shouted from the other room.

“I swear to god, I will get a restraining order against the two of you! Don’t even think about it!”

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joeliz99 · 1 month ago

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"You, Always." - Danny Ramirez

Warnings: Slowburn, RPF Fic, Multi-part series

Part One

Time to start over.

Danny and (Y/N) hadn’t seen each other in almost three years—since the day he graduated from college.

Honestly, they’d started growing apart even before that. But it all escalated after a conversation they had right after the graduation ceremony. That was the last time they spoke, and after that, the silence settled in—a strange, unnatural distance, only broken by occasional mentions of each other’s names through mutual friends.

They both focused on themselves. For some time, it felt like a lot was left unsaid. But, there was not much any of them could do when pride and hurt weighted more than anything else. It was over, and after some time, they accepted the idea and moved on. For good.

At least that's what Danny thought, until he learned that he was going to see her again.

Amelia and Yason, still close friends to both of them, were getting married. And of course, that was the perfect reason to reunite the whole friend group. Amelia had always been the glue in their circle, and she was determined to bring everyone back together—even if it meant flying people in from different states and countries to celebrate.

She was on the phone with Danny, making sure he’d confirmed his attendance when she casually mentioned something that caught him off guard.

"So, you're for sure coming, right?" Amelia asked, her voice relaxed but unmistakably friendly, the conversation now going on for good a while.

"Would I lie to you?" Danny grinned, though she couldn't see it. "I'll be there."

"Okay, perfect. So… should I add a plus one to your RSVP or…?"

"No," Danny replied, a breath of laughter escaping him while finishing up the last lap of his afternoon run. "Just me. No plus one."

Amelia’s voice shifted slightly, more upbeat. "Awesome. I’m working on a little hangout before the wedding. Trying to coordinate everyone's schedules. If I'm lucky, I can get the bridesmaids to come a couple of days earlier. (Y/N) and Reiny are supposed to stay with me for a couple of days, but I’m not sure about the others.”

“(Y/N)?” Danny asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice as his jog slowed.

“Yeah, (Y/N). She's one of my bridesmaids...” Amelia’s response carried a tone that suggested it should’ve been obvious.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" she teased.

"No… No, it’s just… it’s been a while since I’ve seen her. How’s she doing, anyway?"

The conversation shifted. Amelia wasn’t one to keep things to herself, but she also felt it wasn't the right thing to vent about (Y/N)'s life without her knowing. So, instead, she made sure to make it clear that her friend had being doing well, thought her life had changed in the years since. And at last, she ended up with a single expression.

" I think you two have some catching up to do. Just... Try not to waist it."

Unlike Danny, (Y/N) hadn’t known he would be at the wedding. She couldn’t say she wasn’t surprised when she found out—he had been busy with his acting career, blowing up in ways that kept him constantly moving. She figured he’d be wrapped up in projects and rehearsals, so his presence at the wedding seemed unexpected but not completely shocking.

Two days before the wedding, the closest friends and loved ones of the bride and groom met at a restaurant in SoHo. The rooftop section was packed with people, surrounded by familiar faces and the kind of easy camaraderie they tend to have. The music played, laughter floated through the air, and the evening felt just as alive as it ever had.

Danny showed up an hour late, but that didn’t stop Yason from spotting him immediately. He walked over, pulling Danny into a warm hug like nothing had changed.

As the group noticed Danny entering, the attention shifted toward him—especially from those who had been closest to him back in the day. (Y/N)’s gaze lingered a little too long as he moved through the crowd. Her heart skipped when their eyes met, and she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the menu at the bar. The nerves started to bubble up.

But Danny, feeling that same familiar pull, walked toward her, moving through the crowd with a calm confidence that made (Y/N)'s heart race again.

"Hey." A light tap on her arm brought her back to the present. She looked up to see him standing there, smiling like no time had passed.

"Danny, hi," she greeted, trying to sound casual, though her voice betrayed her nerves.

"Been a while, huh?" Danny’s voice was light, but there was something tentative beneath it. He sat next to her, glancing around at the group before his focus shifted back to her. "How’s everything? How’s the family doing?"

The conversation flowed easier than (Y/N) expected, like they’d never been apart. It felt natural, comfortable, yet full of the kind of unspoken tension only old friends—or maybe something more—could share. That last conversation they had, the one that shifted things between them, lingered in the air, but neither of them was ready to address it. They chose to ignore it, for now.

Danny noticed how (Y/N) had changed. She was still the same person, but there was something different now—something that made him pause before speaking. He didn’t want to sound like he was only noticing how much she'd grown, but it was hard to ignore.

"This one’s on me," Danny said, trying to keep things light after they both ordered another round of drinks.

"No, really, you don’t have to," (Y/N) protested.

"I know." Danny grinned, but his gaze flickered to hers before darting away. "So, you graduated! What’s next for you?"

"Well..." She took a sip of her drink, rolling her eyes with a laugh. "Good question. I moved to Miami. Been trying to get my name out there as a songwriter. You know how it is—saturated market, fewer opportunities. Just trying to stand out."

"I get it," Danny nodded. "With acting, it’s the same. Gotta stay consistent, keep pushing through… But hey, Miami? That’s my hometown!"

"I know," (Y/N) replied, a knowing smile pulling at her lips.

Danny leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just a bit, as though making the conversation more private. "Well, listen… I’m not living there right now because of projects, but if you need—"

Before he could finish, Amelia appeared out of nowhere, slinging her arm around both of them. "Sorry to interrupt, but we’re about to order food. You guys can keep talking after that."

The flow of the night continued, and soon enough, (Y/N) and Danny were seated at opposite ends of the table.

Amelia leaned over to (Y/N) once they were settled. “Saw you two talking,” she said, an amused look on her face. “How’d it go?”

“It was good,” (Y/N) said quietly, more subdued than she expected. “I just... wasn’t expecting him to be here. You didn’t mention it.”

"I know," Amelia replied with a small, knowing smile. "I didn’t want to make it weird. It’s been a while, but I think you both deserve a second chance."

"A second chance for what?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, but there was a slight churn in her stomach at Amelia’s words.

"Chill," Amelia said, her smile soft and teasing. "What I mean is, there’s no need to act like strangers. You two were close—really close. Don’t let time or any other thing ruin that."

“We’re fine,” (Y/N) said quickly, her gaze avoiding Amelia’s. Her stomach twisted again, but she didn’t want to admit that part of her was unsettled by the idea of facing Danny again.

"Exactly," Amelia agreed, her voice gentle. "Just relax and enjoy tonight. That’s why we’re here."

The rest of the night passed in a blur—laughter, more drinks, and conversations that ended drifting from one hangout spot to the next one. By the time the energy started to fade, only six of them—the core group—remained, still hanging out under the soft glow of the city lights. Everyone was tired, and instead of catching a ride, they walked back to the hotel after realizing it was past 2 am.

Amelia, who'd been a bit tipsy for most of the night, leaned on (Y/N), who was trying to keep it together but clearly feeling the weight of the exhaustion, too.

“I swear we were almost there 20 minutes ago. How much farther is it?!”

Reiny, already annoyed, replied, “You’ve been saying that for the past five blocks, Amelia. I can’t believe we actually listened to the drunkest person in the group. I just want to be in bed by this point.”

"Bro, we used to pull all-nighters and still go out for breakfast. This is a warm-up. We’re 25, not 60," René interrupted, not missing a beat of the conversation.

" Speak for yourself. I was an old lady at heart back then, and I still am now." (Y/N) replied after an instant, sensing how Amelia giggled and leaned on her more heavily than necessary, making her stumble a little.

“Baby, why don’t we leave (Y/N) alone? Come lean on me,” Yason said, picking up the pace a little before both girls ended up on the floor.

“But she's fi—” Amelia started to complain.

“No, actually?” (Y/N) cut her off. “You go do that. My feet are killing me, Ame. I’ve been wearing heels since 3 pm, and I can barely feel them by now.” (Y/N) practically shoved Amelia toward Yason, who was right next to her.

As (Y/N) shifted her weight, trying to keep steady, Danny picked up the pace to walk beside her, glancing at her shoes before his gaze met her face.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, then casually stopped forcing the guys to do so too and pulled off his sneakers to hand them over to her. "Here, these’ll probably be more comfortable," he said, his tone completely unbothered, almost as if it were no big deal.

(Y/N) looked down at the sneakers, slightly taken aback but not wanting to make it awkward. "What? I— No. That’s kind of... I don't know. You don't have to."

"So, you’d rather get blisters than take up my offer? It’s only like 10 minutes more before we get to the hotel."

"You know how dirty the streets of NY are, dude?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, still not believing what he was doing.

"I have socks on. You’re not going to last two more minutes more in those. C’mon, just take them. Don't overthink it."

Her hesitation lasted a moment longer before she gave in, still unsure of what in the world was happening right there. "Alright, fine. Thanks."

Danny didn’t make a big deal about it, just slipping his hands into his pockets as she changed shoes for all of them to continue their way. The guys, still trailing behind, and having noticed the exchange, passed a few quiet chuckles between them.

Yason muttered low enough for only the guys to hear, his grin broadening. "Oh man, I missed this."

René chuckled under his breath, looking sideways at Danny. "Classic move, man. Taking one for the team, huh?"

Danny shot them a look, rolling his eyes with a small smile on his face, but didn’t say a word as they kept walking.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) pushed herself to go back to Reiny's side, grateful for the offer but still feeling the oddness of the situation. She couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she didn't know how to act around him, and for the mean time, it was just something she had to live with.

As the group finally took the last turn to get to the hotel, the faint sound of laughter and quiet chatter filled the air. The night felt light again, the easy rhythm of old friendships slowly falling back into place.

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