Trust me Trump and co. I know what a sleeping old man looks like I watch my grandfather doze off all the time while he’s at church, on his phone and watching tv during the day…
It's alright pookie! Take all the time you need and take a break from the news if possible. ❤️ There's something new everyday and that doesn't help anyone's current state
Yeah! And yeah I try not to look too into it, just read what’s important!
“I am not afraid…I was born to do this.” ~ Joan of Arc
Male OC x Targtower!Fem-reader
Eventual Gwayne Hightower x Targtower!fem-reader
Summary: It’s said that dreams are the windows of the soul, so if they looked within you, what would they see? Deciphered dragon dreams of horror, loss, pain, fire, blood, grief, and salvation? Would they see and understand that you aren’t a mad Targaryen, but a dreamer carrying a heavy burden? Will your own family understand, the ones that care? Or will you live isolated, torn between wanting their love and wanting to be a savior in a world of men that your dreams tell you to be to save the realm from a damnation that they don’t know they’re causing and threatens the future as you all know it?
hi <3 can i request joaquin x reader angst with a fluff ending? maybe a bestfriends to lovers set at work? would love to see other avengers&thunderbolts members in the fic if possible :) thank you!!
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Joaquin Torres x Fem!reader
A/N- Thank you for this. I loved writing it hehe!!
Warning- angst, FLUFF!!
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1…2…3…4…5…
Enough time has passed and to the impatient mind it seems as if the degenerates are slipping away.
The people and the loads of weapons and delicate material they have taken only seem to be getting further from reach. Sam and Joaquin should have reached you already. Actually, they should have met up with you fifteen minutes ago or maybe even sooner than that since they can both fly, and one of them (Joaquin) is always going on and on about how much time he cuts off his missions since he got his wings, but they’re late and your patience has run out.
They can meet up with you inside.
“I’m moving in,” you blurt through the comms whilst you toss the binoculars in the backpack and then throw the car door open.
“No, wait,” Joaquin responds faster than he flies apparently. “Wait! We’re almost there!” He cries, but no matter how much your entire body wants to obey due to the desperation clinging to his voice, your impatience cuts through that and keeps you moving.
“You said that ten minutes ago and I waited. I can’t sit back a second longer,” you rebut with your blood running hot. If Joaquin were here he would have noticed because he knows you so well. He often says that he knows you better than he knows himself.
It’s touching and so intimate that you have fought against it with intense passion because of the work you’ve dedicated yourselves to, but in the battle between your heart and mind, your heart defeated every single reason you had put up and now there’s no way to get him out. Not with how deep he’s buried inside.
Not even if he hurts you with his truth…
“No, listen,” Joaquin argues louder. “You can’t do this alone. You can’t—”
“That’s why you have to be faster,” you interject without making things easy or even trying for his or Sam’s sake.
“It’s an order,” Sam’s voice adds with the firmness Joaquin lacked. “Stop or you’ll be—”
“This isn’t the military, Sam.” You quickly come up with a counterattack. “You can’t punish me for disobeying and I can’t just sit and wait. I did that for the past fifteen minutes. Hurry and I won’t get too fucked up.”
The touch of lightheartedness at the end won’t soften their resolve, but that matters not in such a delicate moment.
“Wait—” Joaquin pleads, but no matter how much you want to react at the simple sound of his velvety and concerned voice, your mind is made up and even he won’t soften that resolve that's already hardened.
“Just…hurry,” you add with a gentleness only meant for him.
He then parts his lips. You can hear the noise through the comms, but you turn it off so they’re not yelling in your ear and you can concentrate.
Nothing has changed regarding the number of guards and weapons they have. They haven’t given any indication that they know they’re being watched, but moving alone will be harder.
The guards have to be knocked out and instead of moving away right after it’s done you have to wait to check that you haven’t been caught and then, you can move on to the next guard and repeat that same process four other times.
Once you’ve reached the point of entrance you have to check the cameras and crawl through the crawl space under the floor of the hideout at the same time. Once you’ve reached the point of entry, instead of loudly announcing your presence, you have to sneak out of the crawl space so you’re not surrounded.
After you’ve successfully made it out you have to stick to the shadows and take out the thugs as they come.
Yet, when you’re sneaking through the hideout, there’s a lack of flesh obstacles. It’s turning out to be easy…
Way too easy.
Thus, you stop and check the cameras instead of risking getting caught.
However, when you check the cameras there’s no sign of anyone being suspicious. It’s all just…the same…
Or it was until a canister lands by your feet, shooting out thick white smoke. You try to kick it away while you try to cover your nose and mouth, but it’s too late. It finds its way inside you and immediately gets to work by making your sight blurry and your mind foggy.
The strength you had dwindles along with your consciousness, and your bravery turns to short-lived fear.
That’s the last thing you remember before you’re consumed by darkness. Fear.
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*SOMETIME LATER*
Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…
There’s a second where an ache spreads through your head and for a second as blurry bright white lights blare down on you, you remember fear.
However, as your vision focuses and the smell of rubbing alcohol seeps through your nose, your fearful heart starts to slow.
“You’re awake,” the familiar voice of Sam greets you, making you turn your head to the side to see him sitting by your bedside with his phone in hand.
“Maybe,” you say hoarsely and drift your eyes down to look at your hands resting at your sides and count your fingers.
When you count five you turn back to Sam and confirm. “I am…you’re here so it means that the mission…” You trail off out of shame and fear that the mission failed due to your…rashness.
“Was successful?” Sam picks up where you left off. “Yes, and it was actually thanks to you. They knocked you out and as they were busy with you we got the jump on them. So thanks for disobeying me.”
You roll your eyes but let out a deep relieved breath that also gets rid of your guilt and shame.
“We’re still not in the army,” you remind him, making him scoff.
“No, I know, but I am still the team leader, and as team leader you have to listen to what I say. Simple logic.”
“Stupid logic,” you mutter before you slowly scan the room and notice that Joaquin really isn’t here. You had been waiting for him to jump into the conversation at any time, but he didn’t and now you know why.
“Where’s...Joaquin?” You ask hesitantly. “How mad is he?”
Sam flashes you a smirk and then shakes his head. “It’ll pass when he sees that you’ve woken up…fine?”
You glance up and draw out another deep breath. Your head doesn’t throb this time and no other pains jump out at you, so you share the answer to his question based on your feelings.
“Yeah, yeah. Just groggy, but yes, I’m fine.”
He hums and his smirk deepens. “Well then he’ll be fine. He’s easy that way with you.”
You hum and just as you were talking and thinking about him, the man of the hour walks into the plain white medical room with a bouquet of tulips in hand.
“Oh,” he gasps as he sees you. “Hey! You’re awake,” he points out gleefully with a grin to match.
“Yeah,” you confirm and sit up without trouble or any sort of pain. “You’re okay,” you point out what you can see.
“Despite your slight hiccup, it all went smoothly. Perfect actually because you passed out and they were stripping you of your weapons and anything valuable, so we basically got welcomed inside.”
“Yeah,” you grumble. “Sam told me.”
Joaquin’s warm eyes drift to Sam and as if they had somehow shared a speechless conversation, Sam gets up abruptly. “Well,” he interjects. “I’m going to head out of here. I have…things to do,” he claims and starts walking out, but doesn’t forget to grab Joaquin’s shoulder and shake it with the same smirk he had flashed at you before leaving you and Joaquin alone.
“These are for you,” Joaquin finally announces as he lifts the yellow, pink, orange, and white tulips that are a perfect representation of spring.
“However,” he adds, causing your breath to still. “I don’t know if you actually deserve them.” He goes serious and walks to the end of the bed. “You were told to wait and you went anyway, putting yourself in danger.”
“No, I did my job,” you rebut and watch his lips curl to a frown before he drops his head and shakes it.
“No, you were reckless and you could’ve died because of it.”
“But I didn’t—”
“But you could’ve!” He surprises you by exclaiming with anger he so rarely possesses, making you freeze instantly.
“Why don’t you understand, like, ever?” He adds, turning this into an argument. “Every time there’s a slightly dangerous mission it’s always the same fight with you and I don’t get it. Do you have a death wish? Is something wrong? I try to figure it out, but I can’t. You’re so hard to read.”
With your eyebrows knitted together you respond quietly. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m just…inpatient.”
Joaquin studies you and nods with a scoff leaving his lips.
“I thought…you knew me,” you add just as quietly and watch him raise his head and cross his arms over his chest, making his biceps bulge in such a captivating way.
“Parts of you,” he admits. “But you don’t let me in all the way…why?”
You shrug. “Because of this exact situation. If you were on this bed I’d be freaking out.”
His face softens and he picks on that, wanting to go deeper. “Why?”
“Because you’re my best friend,” you say without hesitation. “And because I care about you. And I can’t imagine you getting hurt or you no longer being here. Was that so hard to decipher?”
He holds your gaze and the corner of his lips twitches up, but he doesn’t let his emotions show just yet. “No, it’s just nice hearing you say it. I want to hear more from you. I don’t want to be behind this border you put up between you and everyone that cares about you.”
Your heart skips a beat as your breath hitches and your eyes fall to your hands.
“I want,” he pauses and exhales deeply before he moves from his spot to put the flowers on the bedside table and sit beside you. “I want…to be close to you. I want…to love you more than you let me now.”
You breath stills and as your face goes up in flames you slowly meet his gaze with disbelief. Not because it comes as a surprise, but because it’s surprising hearing him say everything you knew out loud.
“I know it’s not going to be easy all things considered, but we’re adults and if we agree to not let what might happen get in the way of our job, why shouldn’t we let ourselves be together?” He covers over your biggest concern, smoothing it over without needing to hear you speak the concern out loud.
“Because it’s terrifying not knowing your outcome every time we have a mission,” you speak your other fear out loud, letting you catch your breath.
Yet, he doesn’t look troubled whatsoever by the matter. It’s almost as if he’s gone over this before knowing that you’d bring it up.
“No one knows their future. You don’t even know yours so why should that be of concern?” He immediately tries to find an answer to your fear. “Pain is part of life. The same as the unknown. We can’t let that get in the way. We have to move forward despite it.”
A smile immediately paints on your face before a chuckle rumbles through you. “Sam and those self-help books have come in handy.”
Joaquin chuckles. “Yeah, but it’s true,” he says before he slips his hand over yours and then leans in. “I care about you more than friends. I want to give us a chance. I’m tired of hiding everything I feel. Today made that clear.”
You let out a deep shaky breath and your eyes water.
“I know it’s not easy for you, but,” he continues as if he read your mind. “Why should you be unhappy when I feel the same way and am willing to give it a shot?”
“Because I’m scared,” you mewl. “I don’t want to lose you and have to go through that grief. I’ve done it before and it’s horrible.”
Joaquin shifts on the bed and then cups your cheek, making you lean towards his warmth. “I can’t say it’ll be fine, but I can give it my all to try. Besides, I am not easy to touch either. I have wings.”
You giggle and with fear still clinging onto you, like letting go of the safety railing, you use your confidence and the reassurance he gave you to take that step with him because like he said, you’re done hiding what you feel.
“Just promise to fight,” you say as you bring his knuckles to your lips. “Please.”
With a gentle peck on your knuckles, he whispers against them. “I promise.”
abit super late but i just wanted to say i love your strange series!!! so happy steve and mc got their happy endings :)) is it alright to ask maybe some snippets of steve and mc's daily life after the series ended... perhaps her bringing baby juno to purdue or to work once?? would love to see how that would play out! no pressure, just curious :)) thank you so much again for this series!
It’s up! I meant to post it on here, but out of instinct I put it on its separate post lol, but here it Is!
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