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kyleraynermybeloved · 1 year ago

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Don't You Dare

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x GN!Reader Summary: Whoever said nothing wrong could happen with baking was wrong! Warnings: just fluff Word Count: 530 A/N: I thought maybe a nice domestic drabble would suffice. I love Joaquin and I hope you enjoy this!!!!! Masterlist

Joaquin finally had a day off after being on so many missions. You wanted to surprise him by baking some of his favorite treats, chocolate chip cookies and cupcakes. He had come home in the early morning, looking exhausted and you turned him to the bedroom telling him to get some sleep which he reluctantly did after seeing how determined you were to see him rest.

A little after midday Joaquin woke up to the smell of freshly baked cookies, leading him to the kitchen where you stood with the cute Valentine’s apron you donned most days, placing the fresh batch onto the counter to cool. The kitchen was getting warm from the oven being used, it felt amazing compared to the cold weather that was slowly seeping into the house.

Once you caught your sleepy eyed lover inhaling over half of the still cooling batch you smacked his hands away with a grin, persuading him to help you with the cupcakes. Batter already done, he helped you pour it into an even amounts in the liners. The only thing left was to make the frosting and that was going well until you gave him full control of mixing.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you even think about throwing that at me!” you shrieked, running away from where he had a spoonful of frosting readily aimed at you. He chased after you with his own laughter bouncing off the walls of the small kitchen, circling you around the island before firing at you, hitting your cheek as you retreated back, almost fully out of the way.

“There, I think that’s more fitting for your sweet personality, my love.”

You stood with a glint in your eyes as you came up with an excellent idea.

“I hope you're prepared for the aftermath that’s to come. Would be a shame if-” inching closer to the island counter, keeping eye contact with him, a smirk on his face as he took you in. You grabbed some flour and immediately threw it at him, “This was to happen!”

He stood there for a moment, taking in what just happened, dusting flour off his face. “Oh, you’re in for it now. Get back here!”

An all out war occurred, flour, powdered sugar, and frosting going everywhere as you giggled, followed by his laughter whenever your shots were blocked. All prior activities long forgotten in favor of the sweet, carefree and joyful moment.

Joaquin catches you, pulling you into his chest, swaying you both in his embrace. He hums, nose nudging your cheek, “Thank you for the treats, and the forced nap. I really needed this after the exhausting few weeks I’ve had.”

“Of course, I’m glad I was able to alleviate some of the tension for you. But remember, these are supposed to last you for the next two days so don’t eat them all in one sitting, you glutton.”

You turn back to the oven once the alarm goes off, not wanting them to burn. Glancing back at him you see him looking at you with a loving smile, feeling your cheeks heat up and you shy away moving back to the task at hand.

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creamecafe · 6 months ago

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Tell me why when I'm writing a fanfic for Joaquin Torres today to post, and I search up his age because I don't know how old he is...I FIND OUT THIS MAN IS SUPPOSED TO BE 17?? IM CLOSE TO THE SAME AGE AS THIS MAN AND HES 17? I THOUGHT HE WAS IN HIS MID 20S

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happypopcornprincess · 1 year ago

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Can I request a fic with Joaquin x Reader where it's date night and they are watching a movie and reader gets emotional and cries, but then Joaquin does too just looking at reader crying.

thank you so much for this request!

Writing again for my favorite character in MCU was so thrilling, and that too about this cute fluffy scenario omg! 🥺😭❤️ I hope you like it!

My Dearest

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Reader

Premise - A movie night turned into something you won't forget.

Words - 500

Spoiler warning for the movie 'Call Me By Your Name'

You won’t say it was a talent, but you predicted what would happen next while watching a movie. It started as a fun pastime with your father when you were young. And right now, snuggling next to Joaquin on the sofa you were having a movie night, watching ‘Call Me By You Name’

During the climax, you wait as Elio spends Hanukkah with his parents alone, and the phone rings. You hold your breath, perking up slightly as he looks at it.

Your brain goes into overdrive, and you hold your breath as it concludes that it’s Oliver on the other side and that they are breaking up.

Joaquin’s hand slid over your waist, and he held you close as you sat up against his chest.

And your vision blurs as you watch him calling out to Oliver by his name.

“Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio.”

There is a pause, and on the other side, he sighs.

“Oliver.”

He says it once, and you sniffle, dreading what’s coming next. The minute he confesses that he’s engaged to a woman and is about to marry, you break down.

You weep throughout the scene until Elio sits down at the fireplace and his mother calls out to him, softly.

But as the credits roll while Timothée Chalamet stares into the camera with tears, you hear a sniffle from behind you.

You freeze and slowly look behind you and straight at Joaquin, whose big brown eyes are overflowing with tears and he grimaced at the laptop placed in front of you.

“babe?” you sniffle, calling him.

“Yeah?” he sniffles, exhaling loudly.

Your voice breaks as you ask him, “Are you crying?”

He locks his eyes on your face and he stares at you innately with a tear rolling down his face.

“No.” He deadpans.

Watching him cry breaks your heart. "It's just a movie. Joaco, why are you crying..." You hiccup, wiping your tears away.

“Because you are crying!” He sobs. “Please don’t cry.” His face contracts, and he wipes his tears silently.

Your big hug engulfs him as soon as you hear that. His racing heartbeat calms down as you hold him tightly, feeling a warm sensation growing inside your chest.

When you wake up, you realize that the two of you fell asleep on the sofa, and it's early morning at the moment. Half-sleeping, you detangle yourself from Joaquin’s arms and look at him as he sleeps soundly. He looked at peace, a faint smile lingering on his lips. You gently kiss his forehead and tuck a stray strand of his long curls behind his ears.

You tuck yourself under the blanket beside him and drift off to sleep, the sound of his steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

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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. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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blackbat05 · 2 years ago

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Mixup

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Plot: You meet a charming stranger due to a mixup in orders.

Genre: Fluff! Prompt: realizing they ordered the exact same drink when they both try to grab it at the same time.

A/N: For @tom-whore-dleston creator challenge (that I’ve already submitted two others😅) Thank you for giving me the opportunity and ideas to write love!💜

The buzzer takes your focus away from your book, waking Bubbles, your golden retriever in the process. She sits upright, as if ready to sniff out danger.

“It’s alright girl, it’s just my drink.” You tell her and she calms down by lying back down under the table that you occupied at the corner of the cafe.

Once you made sure that she was alright, you walked to the counter to collect your drink. Only to see a man in a leather jacket reaching for your mocha blend that was waiting to be collected. Speeding up, you walked towards him.

“Excuse me! I think you got the wrong drink?” You tapped him on the back. The man turns around, sweeping the curls out of his face. A look of confusion flashes across his eyes.

“That can’t be right,” he frowns. “My buzzer just went off.” He points in the direction of the counter where the barista was busy making the orders.

“Well, that’s crazy because mine just went off too.” You showed him the buzzer that was still beeping. Before both of you could say a word, a barista comes running, holding the exact drink that you ordered.

“I’m so sorry, the buzzers must have mixed up the orders. This should be yours sir.” She passes it to the man who now looks slightly flustered. He wordlessly passes the cup in his hands to you as the barista walks away.

“Gosh I’m so sorry.” He scratches the back of his head. “I really thought that was mine. I swear I’m not some weirdo!” His sudden confession made you crack a smile before bursting into laughter.

“Easy there, I don’t think you are. Trust me, I’ve seen weirdos before.” You see that he’s standing awkwardly out of place amongst the dozen of office people and students getting their coffee fix and you decide to make the first move.

“Um… Are you looking for a seat? You can sit with me. It’s hard to find a seat especially at this time.”

A wave of relief washes over him and he gratefully accepts your offer. As the two of you return to the table where Bubbles is waiting, you see the man’s face lit with pure childlike joy.

“I take it your a dog person?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, that would be an understatement. I really love dogs.” He sits across you with his drink, carefully approaching Bubbles. It’s as if a silent conversation is going on between them, and Bubbles finally approaches him for rubs.

“You’re really good. Bubbles usually takes some time to warm up to people.”

He continues to rub Bubbles serenely. “So, I didn’t catch your name earlier.” He seems more relaxed when you first met him. “My name’s Joaquin.”

“Y/N. And this pretty girl here is Bubbles.”

He grins, giving a soft hello to Bubbles. “And what brings you here?”

“Oh, just taking some time off. A little self care.” You waved your hands dismissively, suddenly intrigued to know more about the attractive Joaquin in front of you. “What about you?”

“Business mostly. Today’s my day off. Thought I would leave the compounds for a while to get some fresh air. Didn’t expect to meet a pretty lady. Well- kinda met.” He laughs heartily, causing your stomach to do a couple of flips.

You maintain your composure, taking a sip of your mocha. “What do you?”

“Military. I’ll love to tell you more but unfortunately the rest is classified.” He turns his attention back on Bubbles, as if scared to hear your response. Somehow, your gut feeling told you that he wasn’t too enthusiastic going down this line of conversation. So you went with the flow.

“Of course. Hey, if you’re not too busy. How about spending some time with Bubbles? She really seems to like you and we were thinking about heading to the beach to get some air.”

At the mention of her name and the beach, Bubbles’ ears perks up, barking happily at the sheer thought of running around on the sand. She leans her body into Joaquin’s legs, as if begging him to come along.

“Of course I’ll come Bubbles! How can I not when you’re giving me those sad little eyes.” He teases and she barks joyfully once more. “Perhaps I can even talk a little more with your mama here, see if she’s alright getting dinner with me?”

You pause, blinking at his subtle invitation. Just like how Bubbles had unleashed her charms onto Joaquin, he does the same to you, with round and expectant eyes. Two can play at that game.

You pretend to tap the bottom of your chin, mulling over the offer. You would have gone on for a little longer if not for Joaquin’s genuinely nervous expression.

Honestly, with good food and good company? There wasn’t much for you to deliberate on. Your answer was easy.

“Sure Joaquin, I would love to.”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years ago

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Who doesn’t love Idiots in Love?

And yeah, he’s a cutie-patootie 🥰

Ojos Asi - Part 1 - The Beginning

AN: I'm back with another one-shot that turned into a mini-series. Our boy Joaquin Torres doesn't get enough love, so this is my way of helping to remedy that. Set post TFATWS and could tie into my SamBucky post canon 'verse

DISCLAIMER - I know nothing about any Air Force, US or otherwise.

Beta'd by the wonderful @yarnforbrains, dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me (credits to those who took the photos)

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Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Fem SWORD Agent! Reader

Chapter Word count: 2.8k

CW: a pinch of misogyny but mostly fluff, pining and good-natured teasing from one JB Barnes.

“…no, you gotta have it so tight that it almost hurts. Otherwise it could fall off mid-flight and no-one wants that, least of all you…”

Watching Sam and Joaquin talking together, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Your best friend, Joaquin, had a look of concentrated confusion on his face, whilst Sam half-smiled at him indulgently, explaining, once again, how the Falcon wings worked. The pair of them had worked hard, with Bucky’s help, to get them working again. You could tell Sam was a little emotional. He had a lot of memories tied up in those wings, and despite having his shiny new vibranium set, there was just ‘something’ about the original ones.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” A deep voice rumbled from behind you, and if you had been anyone else maybe you would have jumped or been embarrassed.

“That’s like the pot calling the kettle black, Barnes.” You dragged your gaze away from the scene in front of you and whirled around to walk past the Sargent. However, you were brought to a jerked halt by a vibranium hand clamping around your upper arm.

“Hey, where you going, doll? Don't cha wanna be here when your boyfriend manages to actually get up in the air?”

“Lieutenant Torres is not my boyfriend.”

“And whose fault is that, doll? You planning on telling him any time soon that you like him?”

“None of your business, Barnes.”

“It is, if it affects how effective you are in the field.”

You glared at him and gritted your teeth.

“There is nothing to affect my performance. Now let me go.”

Bucky sighed and shook his head, but removed his grip.

“Whatever, doll. Whatever.”

You squared your shoulders and walked away from him, leaving the hanger with as much aplomb as you could muster.

You and Joaquin had become friends when you joined the Air Force, straight out of college. You’d both been on the Ground Support Team, but it was a while before you were both assigned to the same op. You got on like a house on fire, even if he was a bit arrogant at first, not uncommon for a guy in his early 20’s.

You’d spent your morning going over your first assignment with your CO. You might have joined the Air Force, but your expertise was in computers, both hardware and software. Wanting to test your skills, the CO had challenged you to make as many working laptops you could out of all the damaged ones kicking around the base. Not having anywhere specific to set up, you’d commandeered a couple of tables and set them up in the corner of one of the little-used hangars. You had your magnifying goggles on and the soldering iron in your hand, along with a whole host of other tools, as you tested each part and put it back in place on the motherboard. It was going well, until a peal of raucous laughter split the air. You placed your iron down with a huff, not wanting to catch yourself with it more than already had done.

“Hey guys,” you shouted out. “Do you have to be so noisy? Some of us are actually trying to work.”

You glared at the three guys, who were messing around with each other. Realising you were there, one of them, a cocky looking blond, jogged over, casting his eyes over the bench.

“Sorry, sweetheart. We disturbing your jewellery making?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him. You’d hoped to avoid this bullshit for a couple of days, but you supposed it was good to get it out of the way sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, you are. I was making a special ring for your dad to wear. It’s gonna help him satisfy me all night. Why, do you need one too?”

He had the decency to blush, and his two friends failed to hold back their laughter. The taller of the two, with dark hair and sparkling brown eyes, clapped his rude friend on the shoulder.

“She burned you there, Mike. Serves you right, man.” Then he turned back to you and stuck out his hand.

“I’m Torres, Joaquin. This here is Damien and the neanderthal is Mike. He’s a good guy really.”

You raised your eyebrow.

“I’ll reserve judgement.”

“You’re really sparky, you know?”

“I know. See you later Torres.” You turned your back to them and carried on with your work.

It had been easy to become friends with Joaquin. He was always smiling, always able to see the good side of everything and everyone, and it was a smile that always went all the way up to his eyes, making them shine and sparkle. And over time you softened towards Damien and Mike as well, although they were never as close to you.

There’s a comradery when you’re in a team like that, but that’s strengthened when something goes wrong. The team had been heading out in the hum-vee, en-route to set up for an op when it hit an IED. One moment you had been chatting with Joaquin and Mike, whilst Damien drove, the next you were flying through a fire, your ears ringing and your vision went black.

You came to, to find Joaquin leaning over you, tapping you on the face.

“C’mon, Sparky, wake up, damn it!”

Your head hurt as you opened your eyes and spat out a mouthful of sand.

“I’m up! I’m up!”

You tried to sit up, but the world span. Bile rose in your throat, and you leaned to the side as you vomited it up. Joaquin passed you his canteen, and you rinsed your mouth out.

“’the fuck happened?”

You wiped your hand over your face, and it came away bloody.

“IED.”

For once Joaquin wasn’t smiling. You took a proper look at him. His face was covered in ash and sand. He had a graze across one cheek and his arm…his right arm hung wrongly from the shoulder socket. You looked around and felt a sense of panic rising.

“’Quin, where are Mike and Damien?”

“They were in the front, Sparky. They didn’t make it. I’ve called for back-up. Looks like this was just a random device and not an ambush. There’s no-one out here taking pot-shots.”

“Shit!”

“Yeah, I know.”

The pair of you huddled together and waited for your evac. You had some cracked ribs, plus minor cuts and bruises, whilst Joaquin had a dislocated shoulder. You’d both been lucky, unlike Mike and Damien.

You’d finished out your tour in the time period after the Snap. Like Joaquin, you hadn’t been one of those who had disappeared, melting to ash in the blink of an eye. Unlike him though, at the end of your tour you wanted out. You’d gone on to get a job with SWORD instead, using your skills gained from your time in the Air Force to help protect against more unique threats.

You still ran into Joaquin from time to time, and you always marvelled at how handsome he was and how you could get lost in his dark eyes. Not being his teammate anymore allowed you to give yourself permission to notice these things - things that could have made working together awkward. Still, you never told him, not wanting to jeopardise what you had. He’d never given you any reason to think that he wanted more.

After your uncomfortable conversation with Barnes, you’d retreated to the office to go through some paperwork when Joaquin appeared, sweaty, out of breath and smiling.

“Hey Sparky!” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug.

“Eeeeww, ‘Quin. You’re all moist!” You pulled away from him as he laughed.

“Oh my god; it was amazing! I was up in the air, and I was flying. And Sam only had to catch me twice, but still! Oh my god!”

His enthusiasm and bright smile were infectious, making your heart beat harder in your chest and butterflies swirl in your stomach. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, I promise I’ll watch you next time.”

“Hey, and maybe, once I’ve got the hang of it, I can take you for a test-fly?”

You smacked at his chest, trying to ignore how the damp material clung to him like a second skin.

“Trying to sweep me off my feet, Torres?” You loved to tease him, but he didn’t need to know what was really going on in your head.

He wrapped his arms around you again, lifting you off the floor and spinning the pair of you in circles.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, Sparky!”

You playfully pounded your fists against his shoulders in a demand to be set back down. God, his eyes were beautiful.

“Put me down, Fly-Boy! You’re gonna rub your stink all over me.”

You couldn’t break his gaze as he lowered you, your body sliding against his as he did so. You stared at each other for a moment, before he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll see you later! Don’t fly off with anyone else ‘til I see you again.”

“Get outta here ‘Quin.”

You smiled as you watched him leave, then added “And get a shower!”

Would you ever be brave enough to tell him how you felt? Tell him that, no matter where you’d been or how long you’d been away, as soon as you saw him, looked into his beautiful brown eyes, you felt at home again. How you trusted no-one else the way you trusted him. You’d seen a lot in your life, been to a lot of places, but nothing compared to him. His beauty, his spirit.

It intoxicated you and kept you captive.

Fuck.

You had to admit it, Joaquin got good with the wings fast, and he was beautiful whilst he did it.

He’d sent you a text when he was on his way down to the air-field for his second training session with Sam. You got there just as he was suiting up, Sam hovering around him like a mother duck watching her duckling go for a swim for the first time. He flashed you a grin and a wave before turning his attention back to all the straps and buttons that would ensure his safety in the air.

Bucky joined you as the two winged men took to the air.

“I’ll never tire of watching him do that. It’s one thing to think your man is an angel, but another thing to actually see it come to life.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Barnes, for god’s sake. He isn’t my man.”

“Look, I know I give you shit for it, but come on, doll. It’s fucking obvious how you feel. And take it from someone who has been around for a while, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because contrary to what Sam says, I am actually human. I care about people, doll. I care about you. I care about Torres. And after the shit you’ve both been through you deserve some happiness. He’s always going on about you. Sparky this and Sparky that. Maybe if you actually resolve all this fucking pining I won’t have to listen to him ramble on so much.”

You chuckled at Bucky’s attempt to be petty and grumpy. No wonder Sam loved the man; he was pretty cute when he was being disagreeable.

“Maybe I’ll never say anything just to keep winding you up then?”

“For the love of god, no!”

The pair of you were still sniping at each other, good-naturedly, as Sam and Joaquin came in for their landing. Sam made it look easy, but ‘Quin did look cute as he stumbled to a stop.

“Take it easy, Fly-Boy. You don’t want to be eating sand. And you Sam, looking good as always!”

“Hey sweetheart.” Sam smiled as he pushed his goggles up off his face. “What were you and Bucky-bear laughing about?” “Oh, just how I love doing things that piss him off.”

Sam’s smile turned into a laugh.

“My favourite past-time. Although I’m watching you – he might be taken as a form of flirting and I don’t share.”

“Eww, Sam, that’s like accusing me of flirting with my brother or my uncle. Yuck! Come on, Joaquin. I need a beer to wash that awful taste outta my mouth. Bleugh…”

“I’ll meet you in the mess in fifteen, Sparky. Don’t want you to tell me off for being stinky again.”

“Don’t be any longer, or you’ll owe me two beers, Falcon...”

“I like the way you say that.”

“Phpht, you like everything I say…”

You both walked off in your separate directions and Bucky and Sam watched you go. The White Wolf reached out, wrapping his arm around his partner's waist and drew him in close.

“You think she’ll ever tell him?”

“I hope so. He’s so gone on her, and I don’t think he even realises. If we have to wait for him to work it out I might end up throttling him.”

“Young love, ey.”

“You’re a sappy shit, Jamie Barnes.”

“Back at you, Sammy Wilson.”

A couple of months down the line and Joaquin had been cleared to go on active missions with the wings. He was now officially using Sam’s old call sign of Falcon, and no-one could pry the smile off his face or the joy from his eyes. He’d been especially happy to discover that you were going to be the SWORD agent in charge of his first sanctioned mission.

“So, you’re going to be my boss on this op then, Sparky?”

“When am I not bossing you around? You know you love it, and anyway, you’d be lost without me.”

He slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side hug.

“You got me there!”

Sam and Bucky just smiled indulgently at the pair of you, trying not to laugh when you glared at them.

You and your colleagues at SWORD had been keeping track of various nefarious groups and their activities over the last half a year. The intel you’d gathered suggested a bunch of malcontents hiding out in the mountains of northern Montana. Their motivation was nothing outside the ordinary - they were upset about the fact that they had lost their jobs and been displaced due to the return of the ‘blipped’, which was understandable. However, they had resisted all offers of help from the GRC, seeming to only be happy whilst they were complaining and stirring up trouble. Normally it would have been left to local law enforcement to deal with them, but the chatter was that they were planning something big and had access to weaponry they shouldn’t have, possibly extra-terrestrial in origin.

You stood with Sam, looking over the map laid out in front of you.

“If Bucky and I set up here as ground support, then you and ‘Quin can fly in here, from the south. We think they are camped out here…” your finger pressed a push pin further into the paper, “so you should get a good run up, and be high enough they won’t spot you, at least at first.”

“Is there a good enough route from that look-out for you and Bucky to make ex-fil if you have to?”

“Yeah, I’ve been in worse spots.”

“That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“It’ll be fine, Dad!”

Sam seemed to forget that you’d been doing this longer than he’d known you and was sometimes, in your opinion at least, a little overbearing.

“I’ll have Bucky with me. I hope you’re not implying that you don’t have faith in him.”

Bucky, who was sitting on the other side of the room checking over his sniper rifle, tried to hurriedly tamp down a chuckle. Sam just glared at you and raised one eyebrow.

“You did not just go there, Sparky!”

You grinned in return, and after a moment Sam grinned too, shaking his head in amusement.

“Fine, fine. I trust you. It’s your op. You know I’m just a worrier.”

“That he is!” Bucky’s voice rang out sardonically.

“Quiet in the cheap seats, Barnes!”

“Make me, Sammy!”

“Not in front of the kids, Bucky-Bear!”

You loved their petty bickering; you swore it was one of their love languages. Looking over at Joaquin you rolled your eyes at him, and he covered his mouth with his hand to hide his own smirk. God, he was so cute.

Pulling yourself back to the task at hand you clapped your hands together.

“Right, let’s get this show on the road. Move out, guys!”

Part 2

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years ago

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My Wingman 💋| Joaquin Torres Marvel Headcanon

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Joaquin Torres crushing on an avenger would look like:

Just shortly before the Ultron drama, you were a young recruit to the avengers after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Unbeknownst to the team—especially Natasha—you were a former Black Widow who escaped the red room during a mission and defected to the U.S. before Dreykov could track you. Because the Red Room was constantly moving, you were clueless to where it could have gone and for your protection Fury had your identity changed and record concealed from the rest of the organization. This of course had people wary and suspicious of you—considering you were exceptional in the field—but you kept a low profile and did whatever Fury asked of you. He promised to inform you if the Red Room every came on their radar and vowed to help you take it down when the time came.

Unfortunately that promise would not happen with the implementation of the Sokovia Accords. Fury was off the grid, and your teammates were at odds with one another. Though you verbally remained neutral and did not physically get involved when the fight in Germany occurred, behind the scenes you were supportive of Steve and became close with him and Sam. You finally went rogue at 17 when Natasha confronted you after she discovered your identity and the fact the Red Room was still active. “Fury knew didn’t he? This whole time—you both knew Dreykov was still out there!” “It’s more complicated than you think, Natasha. I was barely fourteen when I escaped and had no where else to go! Fury did what he had to protect me. We both have tried tracking the Red Room but have gotten no leads.” “Well I have one. So let’s go end this once and for all.”

Together you two took down Dreykov with the help of her adoptive family before ultimately meeting up with Steve to break the others out of the Raft. For two years you went on the run. Then in 2018 you all were called to battle against the Mad Titan, Thanos, where you lost half of the population when he succeeded in his mission. For five years you and Natasha remained at the compound, doing whatever you could to maintain the Avengers. And when the opportunity came to fix it all, you were left heartbroken at the loss of her and Tony.

Sam took you under his wing (pun intended) when you and the other former fugitives received pardons. Steve was gone, the Avengers were not so much an active organization anymore, and the Accords had been abolished. You pretty much became a government agent again—with your true identity now that Dreykov was long gone. Every agency wanted you; FBI, CIA, Homeland Security, OSI, the Secret Service, even the goddamn Marshals were calling you to be one of their operatives. “Have you decided whose badge you’ll wear yet?” “I’ve pretty much narrowed it down to either the CIA or OSI. Ross is with the CIA so that’s a plus, but with OSI I could work with you when you’re off with the Air Force. Honestly, Sam, I feel like just becoming a free lance so I can get a taste of everything.”

In the end, you did become a free lance agent under the code name ‘Red Widow,’ as not to be confused with Natasha since she was always known as THE Black Widow. You wore a similar suit she did, except yours was red and the hourglass on the belt was black. You enjoyed being a free lance agent where you got to be flexible with what you did. But boy was it fucking hell at times. One week you’re escorting the President, the next you’re investigating a potential threat to the country, and (like most times) you’re partnering with Sam when he finds himself in a pickle. It’s on one of those many adventures with Sam that you meet First Lieutenant Joaquin Torres.

After the threatening phone call from Karlie, Sam had called you and you immediately sent a team of agents to protect his sister & nephews before getting on a plane to Riga. It was not even a second after you landed that you received dozens of phone calls, emails, texts, and news notifications about what took place in the middle of a crowded area between John Walker and a member of the Flag Smashers. You pretty much hauled ass to the location when you finally got a hold of Sam—and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel satisfaction at being the one to cuff Walker and escort him to the SUV.

Finally you find your friends, running into Bucky on his way out where you two exchanged words on what he was about to do. “Need me to get in touch with Okoye for you?” “I’m already on it—don’t worry about me.” After saying goodbye you entered the doorway to see Sam and a young Air Force Officer chatting. “Hope I’m not interrupting.” “You’re right on time, Red.” Your voice had the officer, who had his back to you, spinning around to which he froze when y’all made eye contact. First thing you thought was, ‘Damn he’s a cutie.’

Joaquin was practically smitten upon first glance. There was a light blush to his cheeks when he unconsciously checked you as you strutted up to the pair in your eye catching Red Widow suit. When Sam introduced him, the man couldn’t even find his voice, “Uh-Uh hi. I-I’m Torres—Joa-Joaquin Torres.” Sam looked amused, as did you, “Nice to meet you, Joaquin. I’ve got many names, but you can call me Y/n or Red.” Your wink at the end pretty much sealed the deal, Joaquin thinking, ‘Oh yeah, I’m screwed.”

Anytime Sam called you after that Joaquin would silently looking forward to seeing you. He thought you were absolutely beautiful, funny, intelligent, and a complete badass. The first time he saw you in action the man was rendered speechless. Of course he knew who you were (after restoring the population, you and the remaining avengers were international heroes) so Joaquin was pretty much a fanboy (if you know you know 😉). Seeing you take down ten men twice your size in the flesh was something he literally bragged to his squadron about for days.

You were well aware of the little crush Joaquin had on you. And to be honest, you shared the feeling. The first time you saw him you thought he was adorable with his cute smile and blushing cheeks (not to mention he looked damn good in uniform). Anytime Sam called you up and Joaquin was there, you couldn’t pass on the opportunity to flirt with him. “Nice to see your pretty face again, Torres.” “I heard that Sam gave you his old wings…have you decided what to do with them? I could use a wingman now that Sam is off being Captain America and hardly needs me anymore.”

Something about you implying you’d want him as a wingman motivated Joaquin to finish fixing up the wings he had already started working on. It excited him to work with you from behind the scenes, but he was itching to get in the air/on the ground and be an asset alongside you. Sam could tell what his goal was, so the older man slowly took Joaquin under his wing like he did you to help prepare him for the superhero life.

When it finally came time for Joaquin to join in on the action, he became your eyes in the sky while you scouted the ground. The Air Force was pretty much your main employer (similar to Sam) but you still did work for other agencies. And since you and Joaquin worked so well together, it was no surprise you’d call him up for help. He was your wingman after all. Not too long after, you two were a team sought after by the many agencies you did free lance work for. “Damn that’s the third mission this month! Don’t you ever get tired of this sometimes?” “Everyday, but I gotta keep the bills paid, pretty boy.”

Your friendship was very flirtatious. People often thought you two were a thing and were surprised to find out they were wrong. You teased and bickered, gave little glances when the other wasn’t looking and complimented each other. His name in your phone was literally ‘pretty boy💋’ and yours was either ‘muñeca🧸’ (doll) or ‘hermosa🥰’ (beautiful). Each time y’all would call the other the pet names, you’d both blush. The crushes on each other definitely increased with each flirtatious remark.

“Damn girl, you know how to make an entrance.” “Wait don’t go yet, let me commit your face to memory in case I die out there.”

“Imma need you to focus, Torres. I know I’m exceptional to look at, but I don’t want that pretty face of yours getting hurt because you’re distracted.” “If you die out there, who’s gonna dance with me at next months officers ball?”

It would be a good time before Joaquin finally worked up the courage to ask you out. As much as he liked you, there was the fear it would ruin the friendship y’all had created. Joaquin admired you from afar and would brush aside his feelings when it came time to business, but at the end of the day there was no denying he wished for something more. At one point Sam even brought it up, wondering why he hadn’t made a move. “It’s complicated, Sam. She’s my wingman and I’d hate to lose her.” “Torres, I see the way she looks at you. Have you ever noticed she never flirts with anyone else when we go out. At banquets people hit on her, but her eyes are only on you. Trust me, she wants the same thing as you.”

Although Sam’s words made him confident, Joaquin was still anxious it wouldn’t work. So he continued to harbor his crush on you from behind the scenes. Finally you had enough and decided to take matters into your own hands after a mission. It had been nearly a year since y’all met and quite frankly your feelings for Joaquin were starting to become overwhelming. “Are we gonna dance around this forever, Torres? Or, am I gonna have to drag you to the bar to have a drink with me and kick this off once and for all?”

At his incredulous expression, you walked up with your hands coming to his collar to pulled him toward you. That finally had him snap out of his daze, face red by how flustered he was. But within his expression was joy and awe, “I-uh. Are you sure, y/n? I care about you so much a-and I know I’ve made my crush on you painfully obvious b-but I-I don’t wanna ruin what we have—.” “Joaquin, you’ll always be my wingman because I trust you more than anyone else on this planet. The fact you are blind to see I feel the same about is both shocking and adorable. I want you to be my wingman both on and off the field in a more personal manner. So what do you say?”

Let’s just say, the kiss you received was him a great answer.

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peachesandcreames · 2 years ago

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Got Me Feeling Some Type of Way, Sir 🥵🔥

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make-me-imagine · 2 years ago

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Home For Christmas

12 Days of Christmas: Day 4

Plot: You think this Christmas will be the second one in a row without Joaquin home. But, unbeknownst to you, he has a surprise up his sleeve.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Gn!reader

A/N: I did not specify which 'Falcon' the ornament was referencing, so you can choose lol.

Warnings: None!

Words: 1k

You had a grin on your face as you walked around the house showing Joaquin the decorations you had put up.

"And, here are our stockings!" You said cheerfully as you panned the camera to the stockings hanging above the fireplace.

You and Joaquin had made them together a few years before. It had been your first Christmas together. And now, this would be your second Christmas in a row apart.

You heard him chuckle. "And what about the ornaments on the tree?"

Turning the camera to the tree in the corner, you walked closer. "I've only put on the lights and tinsel so far. The ornaments were always your favorite part, it feels weird putting them on alone."

"Well maybe when I get some time to call tomorrow, you can prop me up and I can watch."

You smiled as you turned the camera towards your face. "I was hoping you'd say that."

He grinned at you "Did you get the one I sent you?"

Walking over to the table, you flipped the camera. "Yes, I did." You spoke with amusement as you lifted the Falcon themed ornament he had sent you.

"Nice! I want that one right up front!"

"Yes Sir." You chuckled.

Hearing a muffled noise in the background, you saw Joaquin's face change before he looked back into the camera.

"I gotta go love."

You were certain the disappointment showed in your face, but you tried to smile.

"Alright."

"I will see you later okay? I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled more brightly this time. "Be careful, and text me when you can, okay?"

"You got it." He winked as he waved goodbye.

Waving in return, you saw the screen go black before the call ended. You sighed as you looked over at the tree, feeling your chest tighten a bit. It never felt right when he wasn't here, especially around the holidays. It had been nearly two months since you saw him last, you had both been so busy with work, which unfortunately kept you separate recently.

Setting your phone down, you walked around the house, the only sound you could hear was the padding of your feet on the tile. Recalling two years before, when you and Joaquin decorated the house, you felt a hint of melancholy wash over you.

The whole house had smelled like cookies, as Christmas music played over the speakers. You and Joaquin danced around together, as you decorated. Fighting playfully over which decorations went on the tree that year, before you decided to put all of them. Remembering how crowded and ridiculous the tree looked, you smiled.

After setting out a few more decorations, and cleaning up the kitchen, you headed up the stairs to take a shower. You tried to distract your thoughts with the final few Christmas present you still had to buy.

One decently long shower later, you got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom. You only made it a few steps before you stopped, your heart picking up pace as you felt your senses go into overdrive.

The soft sound of Christmas music could be heard from downstairs. Looking at your phone, you checked to see if you had connected to the speakers. Seeing this was not the case, you slowly and quietly walked towards the stairs.

Peering down the stairway, you could hear the music better, and you heard the sound of soft footsteps near the kitchen. Your heart began pounding in your chest as you quietly made our way down the steps, trying not to make a sound.

Did a family member stop by? A friend? Or was this worse? Your hands were clenched as you tried to remain calm, but prepared.

As you made your way onto the floor, you reached over and pulled an umbrella from the stand by the front door. Stepping around the corner, your whole body jolted as you saw someone standing in the kitchen.

The person stood upright out of surprise as you rounded the corner.

Your heart seemed to jump through your chest at the sight, as emotion welled through you quickly.

"Joaquin?" Your voice was a shrill whisper.

Joaquin's eyes darted from the umbrella in your hand to your face as he grinned "Did I scare you?"

"Did yo- Joaquin!" You threw the umbrella to the ground as you ran over to him.

He rounded the counter quickly as he scooped you into his arms, lifting you off the ground momentarily.

"What are you doing here!?" You voice was heavy with emotion as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

His familiar scent washed over you and you felt tears well in your eyes. You shut them tightly as you heard him chuckle.

"I wanted to surprise you. There was no way I was gonna let you spend two Christmas's in a row without me."

As you let go of each other, you looked into his face and smiled before you softly smacked his shoulder.

"You know I hate being caught by surprise."

He grinned "Even by me?"

You smiled and shook your head as you tugged his collar, pulling him into another hug "You're the exception"

He hugged you tightly before pulling away to press a kiss to your cheek. You gently cupped his face, before you kissed, your chest heavy with emotion and excitement.

When you pulled way he spoke softly in a sing song voice "I got you."

You rolled your eyes lightly "Yes, you did. Where were you when we were talking earlier?"

"Airport." He said with a cheeky smile.

"So you're home for Christmas?" You asked, your voice hopeful.

He nodded "And a bit longer, I got a pretty decent leave. By the time I have to go, you'll be ready to get rid of me."

You shook your head "That would never happen."

He smiled as he pulled you into another quick kiss.

"Now, how about we turn up the Christmas music, make some hot cocoa, and decorate the tree huh?"

A grin spread across your face as you nodded. You let out a startled laugh as Joaquin suddenly scooped you up into his arms and began carrying you into the next room. You held tightly onto him, as joy washed over you.

This was a Christmas you'd never forget.

xx End xx

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tom-whore-dleston · 8 months ago

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Alma Bella

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x f. reader

Word Count: 1.3k

This fic contains: angst, fluff, implied smut, hurt/comfort, massages, crying, reader has low self esteem, Joaquin is a loving bf, unbeta’ed writing

Summary: Joaquin helps cheer you up after getting laid off.

Notes: This piece is for @the-slumberparty's Eight Types of Love challenge. In addition, this is a late request from the Spotify Wrapped 2023 challenge.

prompt: Philautia (love of the self) - Spa Day

request: Hello ❤️ For your event, can I choose <Beautiful Soul> by Jesse McCartney and Joaquin Torres? I was thinking a hurt/comfort/fluff fic? I don’t want to add too many ideas but if I can add, Soldier Joaquin x Teacher Reader? Thank you!!! - @blackbat05

You poked at the rice on your plate, watching the way each grain smashed under your spoon. If you weren’t careful, you could have snapped at any moment, aggressively smashing the salmon you spent the last hour preparing for your partner and then throwing it on the ground. So, you settled for meticulously squishing each item on your plate, until Joaquin’s voice pulled you out of your trance.

“Amor, is everything alright?”

When you finally glanced into his loving brown eyes, you sighed loudly, fighting back the tears burning your own eyes. You had been anxious to the point of throwing up over sharing the news to Joaquin. He had been working so hard for both of you, and you didn’t want to let him down. The logical side of you knew he would never be disappointed in you, yet the fear of any conflict with the man you loved scared you to your core. Yet, you needed to tell him before you were consumed by it.

“I’m so sorry, Joaquin,” you mumbled, staring back down at your barely eaten dinner.

“What? Why?”

“I got laid off,” you finally revealed. Your heart sank to your stomach as the words left your mouth, and you already felt the bile traveling to the back of your throat. “I should have seen it coming with the way the economy is now. Plus, schools are more focused on STEM classes than fine arts. You sipped on your glass of water before continuing. “I really thought I could make a difference with art. I thought I could inspire kids to create with their hands and get messy, but…forget it. My family was right about me becoming an artist. I’d never make it so I should be an art teacher for more stability. Well, look where that got me.”

The tears that brewed in your eyes disappeared. Your heart was breaking into atomic pieces yet you couldn’t allow yourself to cry. What was the point of crying if the only thing to grieve was your hope of making a difference?

Joaquin stood from his chair and joined you on the opposite side of the dining table. He knelt down to hug you tightly against him. The moment he started rubbing your back and kissed the crown of your head, the water works began flooding over his white shirt. Your lover hushed you, but still allowed you to sob into his shoulder.

“I am hurting with you, amor. But everything you said about yourself is not true. You can make a difference with your art. Maybe this just wasn’t the right time or moment to do that.”

You pulled away to meet his eyes again. They were still beautiful and brown, even behind your watery gaze.

“When will be the right time?” You sniffled, wiping the tears away with the back of your hands.

Joaquin looked down at the ground solemnly. “I wish I knew the answer to that. But I promise it’ll come. You just gotta light that passion again, amor.” A strong hand grabbed yours tenderly. “I know you still have fight in you. Even if you feel discouraged.”

You pulled Joaquin into another hug warm enough to light that fire inside you. He always knew how to comfort you. You didn’t deserve this, especially after the way you talked so poorly of yourself. But, it was what you needed to crawl out of your hopeless state.

“I think I know another way to cheer you up,” Joaquin said, sweeping the hair out of your face.

“Please tell me we are getting massages!”

Joaquin’s eyes widened, a smile painting his face. “How do you manage to guess what I’m thinking so easily?”

You bit your lip. “Because you and I are connected by the soul.”

He stared down at your lips, releasing a faint chuckle before kissing your lips.

The next day, Joaquin drove you to the massage parlor in your town, holding your hand while he sang ballads of his affection to you. At each stop light, he would lift your hand to his lips before lightly pecking them before driving away. By the time you arrived at your destination, Joaquin spoke with the receptionist, reserving your massage time and paying the service. Before you could protest, he reminded you that this day was for you and you shouldn’t have to do so much as lift a finger. Normally, you would attempt to fight him back, but for now, you agreed to let him treat you.

The next 90 minutes were the most blissful ones you have experienced in a long while. The woman massaging you may have been way past 60 years old, but her hands were strong enough to knead out the weight you carried since getting laid off. Yet, her touch was still soft and gentle, a kind reminder that even amongst the roughness, you deserve sensitivity and love.

You peered over to Joaquin, who laid with his cheek on the table, facing you. He grinned with his eyelids half open as his taut muscles turned to putty.

“How are you, mi amor?”

As the little old woman squeezed a pressure point on your calf, you winced in pain and pleasure. Joaquin laughed at your response, sticking his head back down the cushioned hole of the table, succumbing to the classical music and warmth of the massager’s hands.

Once your massage was over, you and Joaquin moaned in elation, but still yearned for more of the comforting yet aggressive touch of the massagers. You both laid in silence, battling the urge to fall asleep on the tables. After what felt like eternity, you finally stood from the table, moving sluggishly to dress yourself. Joaquin sensed your movement, turning to admire your naked form.

“Hey, you,” your boyfriend murmured in a seductive tone.

“Hey, to you, too.” You snickered, rolling your eyes when Joaquin just stared at you in awe. He rolled onto his side as you slid your underwear back on.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He licked his lips as you bent over to pick up your sundress. A smirk was plastered on his face, and you already predicted where this would lead you. You decided to play dumb to test your hypothesis.

“I should say the same about you, handsome.” Your eyebrows suggested towards his semi hard length pointing in your direction. Then, you met him with sincerity and affection. “Thank you for this, amor. It really means a lot that you are taking this whole day to make me feel better after yesterday.”

“Anything for the woman I love. Don’t ever forget that you deserve the best and more.” You nodded before pressing your lips to his. Then, Joaquin added, “I take it that the massage helped relieve some of your stress?”

“Oh, you have no idea, baby.”

“I think I do have an idea actually.” You faced him, fully dressed, as he finally managed to hop off the table. Your eyes steered away from his bare figure, warmth flooding your cheeks and chest. “Your pretty moans told me all I needed to know about how good you were feeling.”

You gulped, that sly smirk never leaving his face. “I felt really good, too. The thing is, I think they missed a spot. You and I both know you’re the only one to give me a real happy ending. Ain’t that right, amor?” By then, you choked on a gasp that almost came out as a whimper.

“Joaquin, we can’t fuck here.”

“I know, I know.” He paused while putting on his jeans. “How about this? I drive us home, we get undressed again and I help you relax a little more and you help me get a happy ending.”

You pretended to consider his proposition with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. The day had just begun for you two and you were already looking forward to more of whatever special treatment he had in store for you.

“Well, you did want to treat me the whole day so let’s not waste anymore time.”

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year ago

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I love you sm Queen Selene 😘🫶🏽

For the sleepover: lingerie & accidental stimulation + photoshoot w/ mi amor Joaquin Torres 🩷

pairing: photographer! joaquin torres x female model reader

words: 500

a/n: thank you so much for your ask baby, love you very much! <3

"One more!"

The photographer shouts and you pose a final time before changing for the rest of the shoot. He is a young man, definitely around 30 and his black curls hang so beautifully loosely on his face pointing to a beautiful profile of a man. You hadn't met him before but he was incredibly talented and polite.

The assistant ushers you to the back, showing you the various lingerie you were now to be photographed in. You run your fingers through the beautiful different fabrics and allow the assistant to dress you. One moment later you are back at the station, the photographer giving you a smile.

"You look beautiful."

You politely thank him and begin to pose. 10 pictures later and it's time for you to change again, quick back and forth and back again. This happened a couple of times as per usual, the setting behind you changing. As you were now headed to the more sexy lingerie, a velvet couch was brought on the set.

It was too much the color of the main lingerie, a rich emerald green color that looked fantastic on you. You begin to sit on the couch, posing as seductively as possible per the magazine's instructions, the photographer following you closely.

You threw your head back exposing your neck running your hands down your body as he was on his knees on the couch taking closeups of your upper body. Your right leg slightly started brushing against his crotch, only for you to realize one thing.

Naughty as you are you decide to let out a very small almost inaudible to the rest of the crew moan and move your body forward, him following right after your movements. You sat on the couch and opened your legs wide before crossing them again, looking right at him and the camera.

Your eyes followed his body wanting to see the effect you had on him and to your pleasure, his jeans held a package there obscured a little by his loose white t-shirt. The assistant proclaimed that they must have a good content but the photographer snapped a few more pictures.

When he moved the camera away from his face and started walking, and then he realized just how hard he really was, he turned around, setting the camera down to head to the bathroom, but you lightly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Need some help with that?"

You winked at him, your voice hot in his ear.

"Gonna need more than a little help."

You smirk, you're gonna help him very much.

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kyleraynermybeloved · 1 year ago

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SFW Alphabet -Joaquin Torres

Summary: Here's some fluffy abc's of our lovely Joaquin Word Count:2.5k A/N: I thought this would be nice to have for our lovely boy, hope you enjoyed! Masterlist

A= Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He would be very affectionate, as his love languages would definitely be physical touch, quality time. Your presence calms him and he adores being around you. In private, when it’s just the two of you, he’d be attached at the hip, there’s always at least one part of him in contact with you. The man will literally drape himself on you and ask you to run your hands through his hair, it’s one of his favorite pastimes. In public, he’d be more reserved but WILL always hold hands with you. He does it subconsciously too, once the both of you are out the door his hand immediately shifts into yours, it doesn’t matter if his hands are full, he will find a way to make it work.

B= Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Joaquin would have probably bumped into you by accident in a coffee shop, nearly spilling both drinks in the process. From that moment on he would’ve been stuck with you, incredibly easy to befriend. He’s fiercely loyal, and trusts with his whole heart, but if you happen to break that trust or hurt him in any way, shape, or form it takes a LONG time to repair that bond. Otherwise, he’s the personification of sunshine. He would be a jokester, every morning you would wake up to a message that always had a joke or pun squeezed in.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s incredibly cuddly, has to be wrapped up with you every chance he can get. As previously said he’s incredibly physically affectionate, so good luck trying to get anything done when he has time off. Bedtime snuggles are his favorite way to fall asleep, and will nuzzle his face into you exactly like a cat. He loves hearing the steady rhythm of your beating heart against his ear when he wakes up in the mornings, it soothes his soul. He also adores it when you card your fingers through his silky soft curls as he laid with his head in your lap.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does actively want to settle down but he’s been hesitant due to all the traveling he does, he doesn’t want to stress you out with the never ending moving he had to do. But if you asked him to stay with you, he’d do it in a heartbeat, side by side taking everything that life entails for you both. You both take turns alternating, one does the cooking and the other does the cleaning. Although, on days when you're both too tired, takeout will do the job just fine. There’s never a mess in the home, with his training and need to keep a tidy area. If there happens to be a mess by the time he beds down, it’ll get picked up once he wakes up.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he’s in a serious relationship, and everything was fine, he would probably break up due to fearing for their safety. His life comes with danger that lurks around the corners, and if he feels like there’s no other to protect you he’d break it off the best way he could think of. He’d talk it through, voicing his concerns through tears, being as comforting as he could be while breaking both of your hearts. As long as you are safe, he’d stay away for as long as he had to.

F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How would they want to get married?)

He definitely wants you in his life forever, marriage is not off the table. If anything, being married would help give you access to things that normally you wouldn’t have, such as getting to the base’s hospital if he was ever injured. He has a lot of friends but he would most likely like to keep the wedding smaller, more intimate, with just those immediate loved ones, nothing too extravagant. But if you wanted to do a simple courthouse wedding, he’d gladly accept, as long as you’re both married in the end.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This man is the equivalent to a teddy bear, he’d be so gentle with your emotions and feelings, never wanting to harm you in any way. Be prepared to be pampered, he’d give you so much love and adoration. Of course he wouldn’t treat you like you were fragile, he knows you are strong and can hold your own but he’ll do everything he can to make things easier for you. He believes in talking things out, not one for keeping things from one another and bottling down emotions. He likes to be entirely vulnerable with you, it deepens his love knowing he can be free of worry and judgment that would otherwise create a rift.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As stated before, this man is always on you. He adores hugs, and practically craves them. He’d have you in his arms as much as he could, with your consent of course (although he never needs to ask anymore bc you crave his hugs as much as he does). His hugs are amazing, warm, and safe. On good days, out of pure joy, he’d lift you up and spin you around a bit before littering your face with kisses.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a bit to say it, wanting to wait until he feels confident in your relationship being serious, he wants it to feel real and not rushed or fake. Once he says it for the first time he’ll say it every day. As many times as he can. It's the first thing he says to you when you wake, and it’s the last thing you hear when you fall asleep. He wants you to feel loved unconditionally at every moment.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trusts you with his whole being, he doesn’t get jealous easily or often for that matter. It takes a lot to get him to that point, but if there’s someone who is unrelenting with their advances or even making you uncomfortable he will step in. If he needs to step in to diffuse the situation he becomes a force to be reckoned with. Becomes a stone wall as a barrier, face darkening, skin practically buzzing waves of anger flowing off until the person is scared off. With you he’d get pouty.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joaquin’s kisses make you weak in the knees, an overwhelming sweetness, soul consuming. He’s very passionate with his kisses, regardless of how quick or small they may be. He LOVES to give you forehead kisses. They just feel so vulnerable and loving to him. In the mornings if you wake first he loves to give soft kisses to your shoulders while holding you close to him. Of course, kisses on the lips are his go to. He enjoys feeling you smiling against his own, happiness radiating off the both of you. As for him, he likes to receive forehead kisses and gentle kisses to his hands. His palms and knuckles are his weak points, it makes him feel safe and immensely cherished and safe.

L= Little Ones (How are they around children?

He’d be a little nervous around them in the beginning but once he warms up to them he’s so smitten with them. He’s soft and calming that they flock to him. He obviously respects their boundaries, not pushing them too far in games and makes sure everyone is included. He’ll do funny voices when reading stories or playing characters. He quite literally becomes a jungle gym, kids climbing and hanging off of him.

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a little groggy in the morning but he does wake up early. Like super early. He’ll spend an hour in bed before he gets up and ready. If he wakes before you he’ll make a full breakfast for the both of you. But if you wake up first then you’ll make breakfast, it’ll usually be something quick and easy before one of you two has to rush off. You have a routine of chatting in the morning while getting ready, most of the time telling the other about the dream you had that night or any events coming up in the day.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Due to the odd hours he has he’s more of a night owl. He likes to stay up with you, hugging or cuddling, talking softly about the day you’ve had and anything that pops up in your heads. On days where you're both wide awake you’ll both put on face masks while watching a movie, typically using it as time to unwind. Whereas on days where one or both of you are too tired to do anything you’ll get ready for bed and just lay in each other's arms until sleep takes you both. This man definitely keeps snacks by his side of the bed. You’ll have your head resting on his chest, almost fully asleep, when you feel him move and pull up the most random food, offering you a bite when you look at him.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He wouldn’t take too long to open up but he would keep some things to himself for a while. After you’ve been together for a while he’ll tell you the rest slowly. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hide anything from you, if it never came up on its own he wouldn’t really say unless you asked. When it’s all out in the open the two of you would tell each other everything on day to day life, staying in the loop.

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Similar to when he gets jealous, it’ll take a while for him to get angry. He’s a happy person and it takes a lot to anger him. He never gets angry with you. Irritated or upset? Sure. But you both talk it out so it never escalates into full on fights. Communication is a huge factor in your relationship, and you're both incredibly patient with the other. If a fight ever does occur you give the other space and time to cool down so nothing drastic can happen.

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember almost every little thing about, down to the T. He prides himself in remembering the small details. That weird obscure ice cream flavor you tried a long time ago and absolutely loved, he tracked down and has stocked up in the freezer for your off days.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He treasures all of the first moments together. When you had your first date, the first kiss, the first time you told him you loved him is a constant he replays in his head. He loves it all.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Joaquin is incredibly protective of you. It took him almost a year when he finally introduced you to Sam and Bucky. With what he does as a living he doesn't want to take any chances with you, your safety is his top priority. You let him track you when he’s out on missions, keeping tabs, alerting you if there’s a potential threat heading your way. He’ll even ask Bucky to check in on you when he has to go dark. As for him, he likes having you there with him. Holding him and making his comfort food on his rough days. You’d ask Sam and Bucky to teach you a few things in case you ever needed to fight for Joaquin while he was unable to.

T= Try (How much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks, etc.?)

He puts his whole heart into everything for you, as you do for him. He would prefer to keep things casual when it comes to dates, not wanting to do anything out of your comfort zone. He’d put immense thought into the gifts he gives you, he always finds a way to make you beam with joy. He’d always find a way to spoil you rotten.

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His bad habits are that he's self-sacrificing and prioritizes your happiness over his. Both are common traits in most heroes. You’ve brought this up to him, voicing your concerns and fears and had him promise that he would work on them. He’d also be a little forgetful when it came to groceries. That one item you’ve been needing for weeks, yup he forgot it again after his fourth run back to the store.

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned with his looks, especially when you tell him he looks amazing every morning. He’s had to look like many things while doing undercover work so the need to always look his best wasn’t ever a concern of his. Although, on very special occasions he does his best to tidy up and look jaw-dropping for you.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

The man is always hanging off of you, he feels incomplete when you’ve been apart for even ten minutes. Times when he has to spend days to weeks on end without you are brutal. You’ve become the second half of his soul, the light of his life, his joy, he feels incomplete without you if you don’t talk at all in the day.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

On days that are rough he loves to slow dance with you. Music playing lightly in the background, the two of you are swaying together, heads resting on top of each other, eyes closed, soaking in your presence in a close embrace.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like power hungry people, especially those who don’t care what they do to other people as long as they get what they want. Anyone who betrays and breaks his trust is automatically scratched off in his books.

Z= Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

He has to have you in his arms as he dozes off. He sleeps like a bear, warm and doesn’t move often. When he’s had an exhausting day he’ll do those really loud dad snores. He wakes up easily if there's a noise or movement, will pull you in closer and place his face in your neck once he settles down again.

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ironstrangle · 1 year ago

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Ficlet: The Little One Said (Joaquin x Bucky x Sam)

@allcapsbingo - prompt “Three’s a crowd.”

“You pushed me out of the bed,” Joaquín exclaimed, his voice laced with mock indignation. His eyes sparkled with a playful mixture of disgust and amusement as he looked up at Bucky and Sam. Sitting cross-legged on the floor at the foot of the bed, he playfully shook his head at them, unable to suppress a smile.

Sam couldn’t contain his laughter, burying his face into the pillow in a futile attempt to muffle the infectious sound. Meanwhile, Bucky simply grinned mischievously, fully aware of the playful chaos they had caused.

“I know you’re all juiced up, Bucky, but that was just rude.” He groaned and slowly rose to his feet. He rubbed his arm where he had hit it. “If I had broken my arm falling, you’d feel like shit right now.”

“But you didn’t,” Bucky pointed out with a smirk. He looked like an actual angel, wry smirk and vibranium arm shining in the sunlight. “Therefore, I feel pretty great. You know this bed’s not big enough for three people.”

“Yeah, because one of us is a bed hog,” Joaquín muttered, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He definitely looked like he had been tangling with two capable, brilliant lovers. His hair was a mess and his bare chest was littered with tiny little marks. Sam liked to bite. He rejoined them on the bed, sitting near the end of it and looking at his two partners with a mischevious smirk. “You know, Sam, you’re Captain America. Surely, you can afford a bigger bed now.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with this bed. It’s perfectly normal sized.”

“Perfectly normal sized for two,” Joaquín pointed out. “Is this your way of telling me that three is a crowd?”

Bucky’s teasing expression softened a little at that. Joaquín had learned over the past few months that Bucky had a very expressive face beneath all the glaring. He had these little micro-expressions that clued you in, if you were really paying close attention.

“You know that’s not true,” he said, his tone serious. “The three of us, we’re something good.”

“I was kidding, idiot,” Joaquín said, but he knew his smile said it all. He touched Bucky on the shoulder. “Of course, I wasn’t kidding about us needing a bigger bed. Surely, they have a polyamory friendly bed out there, right? We’re not the only people in the world in an arrangement like this.”

They settled back into the bed then, as comfortably as they could. It was a little bit of a tight squeeze, especially for three grown men. Sam settled between Joaquin and Bucky, and Bucky was looking at something on his phone.

“Hey how about this?” he asked, pulling up an image and passing it over Sam to Joaquin. “Alaskan King bed. I think we could spring for it.”

“Looks nice,” Sam said, grinning. “It would solve some gigantic problems.”

“Like three in the bed and the little one said…”

Joaquin glared at Bucky.

“Not the little one.”

“Whatever you say, little one.”

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years ago

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Hello beautiful soul! Hope you're doing well ☺️. I saw that your requests are open and please I would like to ask you something with Mister Torres or Garcia por favor 🙏 Maybe something where he's far away on a mission and has to come back in a few weeks but without expecting it he comes home sooner and doesn't tell her to surprise her. Like he's on facetime with her and it's dark outside as it's the night so she doesn't recognize where he is. AND SURPRISE HE'S HOME.

Please please?🥺

Love 💜

Omg, my bro thank you so much for this request 😭🙌🏽

I'm sorry for replying so late, I had my uni exams and I'm heartbroken to leave you stranded but....

The fic is coming out tomorrow! I'll post the sneak peek rn, I took some creative liberties and made this into a holiday fic, so I really hope you like it <3

Find the fic here!

Happy holidays <3

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cymrucwtch-blog · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1: Meet Cute

AN: Takes place after TFTWS. Torres initiates a meet-cute for Bucky after showing Sam he's ready to be the new Falcon to his new Captain America. Bucky gets unwanted visitors who want him to lead a rouge group (Thunderbolts). Will Bucky's lady bring stability to his life or will her "average" life mean chaos?

This story is a Work in progress. Will eventually have some violence. This chapter is pure fluff.

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Joaquin Torres stands atop the abandoned factory and looks out across the green field. A bead of sweat slides down his temple as he contemplates the deep troughs in the grass. He shouldn’t be alone. He should have called someone. But if he can just get this roll right, he will be ready to show Sam his wings. Ready to prove himself as a worthy partner. The new Falcon to the new Captain America. He’s floated the idea with Sam before but he’s not sure Sam is catching on to his hints. He takes a steading breath and jumps. Flinging his wings out to makes his move. He has no idea someone is watching.

“You don’t need a partner, Sam.” Bucky says, eyes trained on Joaquin.

“You’re one to talk, Mr. Loaner. He looks good so far. Who knows, maybe I do need a partner.”

“You know what I mean. He’s trying to impress you.” Bucky sighs. “He does look good. It’s not like he doesn’t have your personality, too.”

“Damn, he almost had it. There at the end. Ouch. Let’s see if he’s ok.” Sam tells Bucky. They stride across the field toward a crumpled Torres laying defeated in the grass. Barely moving, not because he’s hurt. Just regrouping his thoughts. He’s pulled from his self-deprecating thoughts by Sam’s booming voice. “You almost had it! You ok, Torres?”

“How’d you know I’d be here?! It’s not ready for you to see yet, I can do better!” Torres panics.

“I got your clues when we last spoke. Oh, that gash is goin’a need stitches. I’ll show you where you went wrong after we get that fixed up. To the hospital first.”

“No, no, it’s not hospital worthy. I got it. I also think I have a prototype of my own Redwing that I need you to look at back at my apartment. Wil you come look at it while I get this stitched up?”

The three walk quickly out of the elevator at Torres building. The boisterous sounds of Duke Ellington are floating out of the first apartment on the left. Bucky’s brows furrow and he stops for a moment. That’s a record, not a digital recording. Torres guides them to the first apartment on the right. While Joaquin and Sam are deep in discussion about all the work Joaquin has done, Bucky stays at the doorway listening. The record changes. He has so many questions.

“Torres, who lives down the hall? The one playing the records?” he asks.

“Oh, that’s Abuelita.” He offers no more explanation. But now she’s playing Bucky’s favorite record. He never bothered to get a record player or collect records since he moves around so much. Seemed frivolous to even think about with aliens and the flag smashers keeping him busy. He didn’t’ realize he missed it until they came out of the elevator today.

“This is my favorite record…” he says almost to himself, stepping into the doorway more to stare at the door, willing it to open. Joaquin smiles. Sam’s left eyebrow raises watching his friends with curiosity.

“I need to head down there, she’s great with stitches. Go ahead man, I’m sure she will loan you the record. She’s super sweet. Knits and paints in her spare time. You’ll love Abuelita. She’s about your age too.” Torres spouts off while he grabs a rag to wet down. Determined to start treating his wound before he joins Bucky. Bucky steps tentatively out into the hall. Torres’ neighbor is over 100 years old too? Bucky looks back at Sam, and Sam starts to follow but Torres grabs his arm keeping him in the doorway as Bucky presses on. A knowing smirk and quick finger pressed to his lips to quiet Sam’s protests. Sam feels like a kid again, watching his friend go to talk to a girl. But this is a grandma who knits that lives next to Torres. Why did Torres stop him. What’s with the smile? What on earth is going on!? He was too curious to question it all. He could only watch Bucky approach the door and see what unfurled.

Bucky reaches the door and knocks. Nothing happens. He knocks again, a little louder. Abuelita apparently has bad hearing seeing as the record is so loud. Nothing happens.

“Knock like you mean it, Barnes!” coaches Torres. And so, Bucky does. Bucky’s enhanced hearing picks up a small squeak of shock from Abuelita. Oh no, he scared the poor old lady. The record halts. “There ya go, man!” Bucky wonders why Torres is so excited. It’s just a record from the little old lady down the hall and Bucky’s not going to take advantage of the loan she’s about to give him. Maybe she also knows where he can get more. And a record player. He’d ask when she finally opens the door. He can hear cautious footsteps coming to the door. The locks slide free, and the door opens. Just enough that Bucky can see the most gorgeous woman in her mid-thirties to early forties he has ever seen. It quickly dons on him that Torres meant old like Bucky looks, not like Bucky is. His gaze shifts down the hall to Torres and he sets free the biggest glare he can. Abuelita is still peaking at him in shock. Who is this stranger at your door? Torres decides it’s time to help you both and screams “Abuelita!! That’s my friend. He wants to borrow that record. And I need your help, I’ll be there in…oof.” but he never finishes the sentence. After he called you, you poked your head out the door to see him. When Sam catches a good glimpse of you, he punches Torres mid-sentence for the slight to Bucky. And you. Maybe Torres does have Sam’s personality. Sam sees Bucky’s satisfied smirk as he steps back to make room for you to see Torres. What are friends for?

“Get in here, Torres! And push that rag harder, no blood on my carpet this time.” You scold. “Any friends of Torres’ are friends of mine, come in.” Torres almost runs inside, impressed with his handy work and charade. Sam and Bucky close behind as he introduces them.

“Abuelita, this is Sam and Bu- (Bucky glares harder this time) James.” He knows you already know who they are from previous conversations together.

“Well, Sam, did you teach him how to perfect that move or am I taking care of more stitches later?” You jab at Sam, surprised to see him since Torres told you he hadn’t called him yet. More surprised to see bleeding Torres since he told you he was taking today off. And then there was James. You knew of him from the Smithsonian. And Torres had mentioned him and his infamous parachute-less jump. Torres was already in the bathroom getting the first aid kit. “Buh-James, let’s get you that record.” You smiled. Bucky wants you to do it again. And again. And aga-wait, what did you say to him? He silently followed you into your apartment and toward the record player.

“I’ll teach him later. He almost had it. This is quite the first aid kit.” Sam interrupts. Well, Bucky feels he has interrupted. He’d prefer neither of the other men be here. He feels on display. As do you. It’s over whelming.

“Well, Torres is clumsy.” It was a deflection. Thankfully they allowed it. Sam even laughed a little. Torres scoffs and then laughs as Sam helps him treat his wound, so you don’t have to.

Sam and Torres are finished but wouldn’t interrupt for the world now. They have moved out of the bathroom and are openly staring at you and Bucky while you talk. The conversation having gone on for some time and crossed many subjects before you put the record back in the sleeve and hold it out to Bucky. “There. All set. Keep it as long as you like. It’s a favorite of mine too. Do you have a player?”

“Uh, no. I mean, I used to, but I don’t have one right now. I, uh, where do you even buy records these days? This is amazing.” He was cute when he rambled.

“There’s a specialty shop down the street. Owner had a record player the other day, it may still be there today.” You hinted.

“Maybe. Maybe you could show me the place after coffee tomorrow?” He asked. Sam and Torres smile. They are finished but wouldn’t interrupt for the world now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Great. It’s a date.”

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