Didn’t Even Have To Tag Him, Js Say You Want Me, Danny 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Writing fanfiction in school is the most stressful thing I’ve ever done in school 💔💔

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I didn’t know I needed to celebrate Holi with Joaquin until rn 💔💔

Color Me Yours~ J.T.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Desi!Fem!reader

Summary: Joaquin Torres has never been to a Holi festival before, but when his girlfriend invites him to celebrate with her, he doesn’t hesitate to say yes. What follows is an explosion of color, playful teasing, and a day he’ll never forget—mostly because he ends up covered in more color than anyone else.

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Joaquin had absolutely no idea what to expect when Y/N told him they were taking him to a Holi festival. He’d heard of it before, sure—something about colors and celebration—but that was about it.

“So, you just throw colors at people?” he asked as Y/N led him through the crowded festival grounds, her hand securely in his. The air was already thick with clouds of pink, blue, and yellow, and excited laughter filled the air as people ran around, tossing powdered colors at one another.

“It’s a little more than that,” Y/N said with a laugh, reaching into a small pouch filled with powdered color. “It’s about celebrating love, new beginnings, and the arrival of spring. But yes, the main goal is to throw colors at people.” Joaquin grinned. “Sounds like my kind of party.”

Before he could say another word, Y/N flicked her fingers, sending a puff of bright pink powder straight at his face. Joaquin coughed, his eyes going wide as he wiped at his cheek. “Oh, so we’re starting like that, huh?”

“You looked too clean,” Y/N said innocently, already backing away. “Oh, you’re so in trouble.” Joaquin didn’t waste a second. Grabbing a handful of blue powder from a nearby table, he lunged forward, smearing it across Y/N’s cheek with a triumphant laugh. Y/N let out a playful shriek, ducking away before grabbing a handful of yellow powder and tossing it right at his chest.

And just like that, all bets were off.

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Within minutes, the two of them were fully engaged in a playful battle, running through the festival as they ambushed each other with handfuls of color. Joaquin quickly realized that Y/N was much more experienced at this than he was, dodging with expert precision while simultaneously getting bright streaks of color across his arms, his hoodie, and his hair.

“Okay, wait—truce, truce!” Joaquin called, laughing as he raised his hands in surrender. He was already covered head to toe in a chaotic mix of pinks, purples, and yellows.

Y/N, who was significantly less messy thanks to her superior dodging skills, tilted her head. “Truce?” Joaquin nodded solemnly. “Yeah, yeah. I just need a second to—” He moved fast, swiping a massive handful of red powder across Y/N’s face before they could react.

Y/N gasped, staring at him in betrayal. “You liar!” Joaquin cackled, taking a step back. “Hey, all’s fair in love and Holi.” Y/N lunged at him, smearing even more color into his already ruined shirt. “I can’t believe I brought you here! You’re a menace!”

“You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me,” he said smugly, wrapping his arms around them before they could escape. “Also, you smell like flowers and chaos. It’s a good combo.” Y/N rolled her eyes but leaned into him. “You, on the other hand, smell like sweat and bad decisions.”

“Aw, babe,” he said dramatically, pressing a messy, colorful kiss to her forehead. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” They stood there for a moment, surrounded by music, laughter, and bursts of color filling the air. Joaquin tightened his arms around Y/N, pressing his forehead against hers. “This is amazing,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Thank you for bringing me.”

Y/N smiled up at him. “I told you you’d love it.” He grinned. “Yeah, but I think I love you more.” Y/N pretended to gasp. “Did Joaquin Torres just admit he loves something more than a new adventure?”Joaquin chuckled, nudging her nose with his. “Maybe. But don’t let it go to your head.”

Y/N smirked. “Too late.” As another cloud of color burst into the sky above them, Joaquin pulled Y/N into a kiss, not caring in the slightest that they were both covered in a ridiculous mess of powder. Holi was a celebration of love, and at that moment, he knew there was no one else he’d rather celebrate it with.

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After their playful color battle, the festival’s energy shifted as the music swelled, filling the air with the infectious beats of classic Holi-themed Bollywood songs. Joaquin was still dusting powder off his clothes when Y/N turned to him with a mischievous grin. “You ready for the next part?” She asked. Joaquin raised an eyebrow. “There’s more?”

“Oh, so much more,” Y/N said, already bouncing on their feet as the opening beats of Balam Pichkari blasted through the speakers. “Now it’s time to dance.” Joaquin chuckled, running a hand through his already colorful hair. “Okay, I can dance. What’s the catch?” Y/N grabbed his hands, pulling him closer. “Bollywood dance moves, babe. Time to see if you can keep up.”

“Oh, I know I can keep up,” Joaquin said, ever the confident one. Y/N smirked, stepping back as she demonstrated the first move—rolling her shoulders and flicking her wrists outward in that classic, effortless Holi-dance style. It was playful, energetic, and completely in sync with the music.

Joaquin furrowed his brows as he tried to copy it. His first attempt was… questionable. He rolled his shoulders too stiffly and flicked his wrists in a way that made him look more like he was swatting a fly than dancing. Y/N burst into laughter. “What was that?”

“I was going for style points,” Joaquin defended, now grinning. “That was my interpretation of Bollywood.”

“Oh, no. No interpretations,” Y/N teased, stepping behind him. “Here, let me help.” She placed her hands lightly on his shoulders, guiding him through the movement again, making him relax into the rhythm. “Shoulders looser. Flick your wrists with confidence. And—” she stepped beside him, spinning playfully, “—you gotta feel the beat.”

Joaquin tried again, this time exaggerating his moves even more, which only resulted in him looking like a wild octopus caught in a dance-off. Y/N doubled over laughing. “Oh my god, Torres.”Joaquin huffed in mock offense. “Listen, I might not be Bollywood-ready yet, but you gotta admit, I have enthusiasm.”

“I’ll give you that,” Y/N said, still giggling. Determined to get it right, Joaquin grabbed Y/N’s hands and spun her dramatically before attempting a hip shake that was definitely not part of the choreography. “Joaquin, that’s not—” Y/N started, but they were laughing too hard to finish the sentence. He smirked. “I’m making it my own.”

Just then, Jai Jai Shivshankar started playing, and the crowd around them erupted into cheers, everyone joining in on the dance floor. Y/N turned to Joaquin, her dark brown eyes twinkling. “Okay, you’re getting thrown into the deep end now,” she teased.

“Oh, bring it on,” Joaquin said, standing tall. Y/N guided him through the steps—shoulders loose, arms sweeping out, a playful bounce in her feet. After a few rounds of exaggerated attempts, Joaquin finally started getting the hang of it, moving in sync with Y/N as the song picked up speed.

As they twirled, tossed more colors in the air, and got swept up in the festive energy, Joaquin realized something—this wasn’t just about dancing. It was about joy, about feeling free, about experiencing something so purely happy with the person he loved.

“You know,” he said breathlessly as the song reached its climax, “I think I might be crushing this.” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “That’s bold talk for someone who just tried to moonwalk to a Bollywood song.”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Absolutely not.” Joaquin laughed, spinning Y/N one last time before pulling her close. Their faces were both covered in powder, their clothes a complete mess, and yet—this moment, here, with the music, the colors, the warmth of Y/N’s arms—it felt like the most beautiful chaos. “You’re the best,” Joaquin murmured against their forehead. “This was amazing.”

Y/N smiled up at him. “Told you you’d love Holi.” And with another burst of color flying through the air, Joaquin realized that Holi was more than just a festival. It was them. It was laughter, love, and the best kind of mess—a mess he never wanted to clean up.

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Later that day…

Joaquin groaned dramatically as he stood in front of the mirror back at Y/N’s place. His entire face had a faint blue tint, his hair streaked with pink and yellow.

“Okay, but seriously,” he called out to Y/N, who was in the bathroom scrubbing her own hands clean, “How do I still look like a human rainbow after two showers?” Y/N peeked her head out, biting back a laugh. “Oh, yeah… I forgot to tell you—blues and greens stick for a while.”

Joaquin turned, horrified. “You forgot to tell me?” Y/N smirked, walking up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll look normal in, like, three days.”

“Three days?!” Joaquin looked back at the mirror, groaning dramatically. “Sam and Bucky are never letting me live this down.”

Y/N grinned. “It’s a good look on you, babe.” Joaquin sighed dramatically before pulling Y/N into a loose hug, smearing more color on her in the process. “If I have to suffer, so do you.” Joaquin gave them a look before grabbing a leftover bit of pink powder from the counter and dabbing it right onto Y/N’s nose.

Y/N gasped. “You did not—” Joaquin grinned. “Oh, I absolutely did.” Y/N shook her head, sighing in fake exasperation. “You are such a menace.” Joaquin wrapped his arms around her, swaying slightly. “Yeah, but I’m your menace.”

And as Y/N laughed, pressing her forehead to his, Joaquin knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. And as Y/N laughed in protest, Joaquin decided that Holi was now his new favorite holiday—color stains and all.

Rooster’s tapping out ceremony

Bradley already had a bad feeling in his stomach before the ceremony had begun. He was graduating, stepping into his dad’s shoes. He’d looked forward to this day his entire life. Now, when it was actually happening, he couldn’t feel anything but emptiness. He’d lost his dad at five, his mom at sixteen, and he’d basically lost Mav the same day he lost his dad. That’s why, when he was standing in formation with his back pin straight and his hands behind his back, he knew not to get excited. He knew no one was coming to tap him out so what was the point?

Everyone he was graduating with was way younger than him. Ever since Mav pulled his papers, he’d held a deeper resentment for him. He didn’t understand, he was an excellent pilot, why did he pull his papers? Why did Mav keep ruining his life? First his dad and now his career?

Through his peripheral vision, he saw soldiers getting bouquets and little gifts and he felt more bitterness than he did annoyance. Their mothers tearing up at the sight of their kids and calling them sweet names like their “little soldier”. He felt a too familiar twist in his stomach at the nickname. His mother would always call him her little soldier anytime he’d do anything that’d remind her of his dad. The soldier in front of him was the son of a pilot, like him. His stomach twisted more when he saw the man give his son a bear hug. It was more of a tackle than a hug from his perspective.

He’d been so focused on what’s in front of him that he didn’t even see who was approaching him from his four o’clock. He felt a rough hand land of his shoulder and it took him a minute to break from the attention stance. He turned his to the left and saw Mav donning a somber smile.

“What are you doing here?” Bradley spoke with venom in his tone.

“What does it look like, kid?”

Bradley fully turns his body to face Pete with a stern face. The more he looks at Pete’s face, the more his face softens. He didn’t know how to feel, Pete was the whole reason he was behind on his career, why was he so happy to see him? Without even realizing it, Bradley hugged Pete with urgency that he didn’t even realize was holding him back. Pete stumbled back from the sudden force of the hug but returned the hug.

As he Bradley slowly peeled off him, he speaks again.

“Even though you’re the last person I want to see, I’m glad you’re here Mav.” The last part of Bradley’s sentence was more of a mumble but Pete still heard him loud and clear. That was the voice he’d so missed for so many years. Bradley let his head slightly hang trying to avoid eye contact.

Pete gave him a few taps on his shoulder before he spoke again. “That’s…that’s understandable. Do you wanna grab a beer in celebration…?”

All of the softness and endearment left Bradley’s body at Pete’s request.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath.” Bradley inched away from Pete and left him standing by himself awkwardly.

He was so closer by the day to reconcile with the only family he had left, Pete could feel it.

Sigh…

I’d just like to bring this back up cus lowkey I still think about it 💔💔

— THIRD AMENDMENT

you exercise your right to deny soldiers housing

pairing: best friends!Bucky and Steve x best friend!reader

wc: 422

warnings: none, just our favorite super soldiers 🤞🏼

authors note: this idea has been radiating in my mind for like ever ngl 😛😛

The sound of laughter echoed from outside of your door as you stood at the other side with your phone at eye level. You giggled waiting for either Steve or Bucky to open the door. They’d received invitations to attend a gala to celebrate World War II veterans and were thrilled to attend. By the sounds of it, they had a good time. Finally, you heard the door knob twist open and you finally start recording. You were greeted with James’ bright face which then contorted to confusion at the sight of your camera. “Yankee Doodle” echoed throughout your foyer as you closed the door on their faces while wiggling your index finger at them.

Steve pushed his face against the glass door trying to see what you were doing. You took the opportunity to get a close up on his face on the glass, trying to keep your hand steady while giggling hard. The fifteen second audio finally ended and your giggles broke out into laughter. You saved the video to your drafts before cracking the door open slightly.

“Whatcha doing there, doll” Bucky asks with a slight smirk.

“Exercising my rights, Sergeant” you reply slyly

“Yeah well technically this is our home too, so it doesn’t really apply does it” Steve replies

“Whose name is on the lease, Captain?”

“Touché” Steve answers

After a beat, you finally open the door wide and they walk in.

“No seriously though, what was that?” Bucky asks as he takes his shoes off

“This one TikTok trend” You say making space for them to enter

“Basically, people will record their loved one’s coming back from enlistment and shut the door on them while the screen says something like “When my roommates try to come back home but I know my third amendment right” get it?”

You walk back to your couch only a few feet away and plop straight down. You sit down and open TikTok once more. The video plays and you can feel Bucky’s and Steve’s body heat from behind you as they watch along. You can hear their chuckles from behind at your antics.

“I like that, that’s funny” Steve chuckles out

“Let’s hope the internet does too” you say after captioning the video and posting it.

They laughed at this I promise 🤞🏼

comments—

tennesseeprincess- Personally I’d fold immediately if CAPTAIN AMERICA showed up at my door but wtvs 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

hrts444u- SMASH.

bannerslover- now who took my pants

dliflvr- doing that to Captain America and Bucky Barnes is crazy 💀

OH MY GOD LIFE IS WORTH LIVING

I KNOW THATS RIGHT, JOAQUÍN COME THROUGHHH 🗣️🗣️

Played the hot ones card game tonight and I understand why Danny was in tears, my throat and mouth was literally on fire 💔💔