designated spider killer - masterlist
Bucky Barnes x f!Reader
Summary: Yelena accidentally plays matchmaker, Bucky pretends he doesn't want to live out his friends to lovers dream, and you're just trying to live your life... too bad a stalker wants to be apart of it.
Warnings: vulgar language/ topics, or at least kind of
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For your summer sleepover 🩵 neighbour!Joaquin + saying goodbye at the door
pairing: neighbor!joaquin torres x female reader
words: ~500
a/n: thank you bb for this ask! <;3 I decided to go with the fluffy/funny route with this
You linger a little watching your new neighbor carrying your big pot from your car to your door. His muscular arms peeking under his black t-shirt, a glimpse of a golden chain shining at the back of his neck and the way he just seemed to want to help, it all made you incredibly attracted to you.
"Is this spot alright?" He asks as he turns around with a big smile on his face. God you could get lost inside it, it felt like he could power through the whole world with the warm energy he emitted.
"Yes." You stammer a little, you have no idea where you want your pot anyway, it's not like you can remember.
"I can place it anywhere you like." You chuckle as you come close to him.
"I think my mom wants it next to the door, she'll move it when she comes back from work."
"I can come by later, we'll be at the house shaping it, it's no problem for me." God, his friendly nature made you want to jump right into his arms.
"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose ourselves too much, honestly if I dragged it a little, I'd make it."
Joaquin smiled and pointed at the big heavy pot. "Well, no reason for you to break your back when I'm around."
You tried very hard to control yourself and not say something completely unhinged. Joaquin shrugged at your silence and awkwardly gestured to leave.
"Wait." You shook your head." You gotta let me make it up to you, somehow."
"Hmm." Joaquin mused and pointed at the lemon tree right next to your porch. "If you got any homemade lemonade that's my favourite."
You widened your eyes and looked between him and the tree and almost panicked because you can't remember if you got any.
"You know what." You smiled, "What about I collect some and I make you some freshly squeezed this afternoon?"
Joaquin nodded his head and beamed. Thank God your brain worked only momentarily.
"Tonight then."
"Tonight." You nodded and looked at him. You both spent a few moments looking at each other not really wanting to leave even though you had already made plans for tonight. You both stayed there smiling at each other until a honk was heard pulling you back to reality.
"Oh, shit, I gotta get to work." Your friend frantically waved from the driver's window. Joaquin chuckled bid you goodbye and headed down the street.
"New piece huh." Your friend giggled as you got inside the car. "Oh, shut up." You turned the volume up and pulled your phone up googling how to make lemonade.
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