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[writingdumpster]

his secret

pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

warnings: 14+ implied sex (very mild)

word count: 1,500

summary: Joaquin has always wanted to keep you separate from his avenging, but when Sam and Bucky pay him an unexpected visit he can’t anymore.

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Joaquin loved you more than he’d ever loved anyone in his life. That meant he had to protect you, above all else. His way of doing that was to keep you entirely hidden from the most dangerous part of his life. You had met his family, his childhood friends and Air Force buddies, but he refused to introduce you to Sam or Bucky. They didn’t know about you at all, and Joaquin didn’t want that to change. It wasn’t that he didn’t like or trust them, he just felt that the further you got into that part of his life, the more danger you would be in, so he kept you out of it entirely. You didn’t mind. You were curious about his avenging, but he didn’t keep secrets from you. He just kept you as his secret.

You woke up one morning in Joaquin’s bed, snuggled into his chest. Sunlight was sneaking through the blinds and making his brown skin look bronze. His chin rested atop your head as you held each other tightly and tangled your legs together. You barely moved when you woke, but Joaquin knew at once.

“Good morning, mi amor,” Joaquin’s voice called out, low and gravelly as he shook off the tiredness. You smiled against his chest.

“How’d you know I was awake?“ You asked as you yawned.

“I don’t know,” Joaquin replied thoughtfully. “I can just tell.” He felt your lips spread into a smile against his chest.

“Do you have to go to work?” You asked. It was the weekend, but Joaquin didn’t exactly run on a five day week.

“No, just you and me today,” he assured you. You snuggled closer into his chest and hummed in contentment. The two of you stayed like that for a while, both of you feeling warm and safe in each other’s arms. The thing that interrupted you was the rumbling of your stomach. Joaquin chuckled when he heard it.

“You a little hungry, mi amor?” He asked with a grin.

“Yeah, but I’m nice and cozy here,” you said. Joaquin kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll go make you breakfast,” he said. He loved to cook for you. It was one of his ways of showing he loved you. You whined when he started to pull away from you.

“Don’t leave,” you said, keeping your arms closed around him. Joaquin chuckled.

“We can come right back here when we’re done with breakfast,” he offered. You sighed.

“Fine. I want to take a shower anyway,” you said. Joaquin rose from the bed, pecking your forehead as he left and headed for the kitchen while you got in the shower.

Joaquin had just finished making breakfast when there was a knock on his door. He opened it to find Bucky and Sam standing there and was immediately filled with panic. You were still in the shower but you could come out at any moment. He didn’t want them knowing about you. Not yet. Not now.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked. They pushed past him and into his house.

“We need to head out as soon as possible. Got a tip on a possible super soldier sighting,” Sam explained.

“Okay, I’ll pack and meet you guys at the compound,” Joaquin said, doing his best to get them to leave without it seeming like he was hiding something from them. He went to stand in front of the hallway to his bedroom as if keeping his body there would somehow keep you separate from this part of his life.

“Sighting was in New Jersey, we’ve got a car downstairs for all of us,” Sam replied.

“Great, I’ll be down in a minute, you guys go wait for me,” Joaquin tried again. Meanwhile Bucky was quietly taking in Joaquin’s apartment. Bucky had noticed the two plates of food sitting on the counter.

“Who’s the other plate for?” Bucky asked. Joaquin’s mouth shut tightly as he struggled to think of an excuse. Sam grinned when he saw the lack of response. Sam and Bucky were aware that Joaquin tried to separate them from his personal life, and catching him with a girl was something they were both amused by.

“My sister,” Joaquin lied. “She’s coming over for breakfast.”

“You don’t have a sister,” Sam replied.

“How do you know that?“ Joaquin questioned, trying to change the subject.

“I’ve seen your file,” Sam replied. The conversation continued to grow louder and more chaotic as the three men argued about the true purpose of the second plate. You heard the commotion as you stepped out of the shower. You pulled on a pair of Joaquin’s boxers and one of his shirts and then headed out into the kitchen. The boys were all in the midst of arguing over each other when you appeared.

“Baby, what’s all the nois—” You stopped when your eyes landed on Sam and Bucky. Joaquin looked back at you with fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you said at once. You knew how much Joaquin didn’t want you brought into this part of his life.

“‘Baby?’” Bucky repeated in question. “Have you been hiding a girlfriend from us?” The room was quiet as Joaquin tried to figure out what to do. You walked forward slowly to stand behind Joaquin as he faced his bosses. You wrapped an arm around him to rest on his stomach, your other hand gently tracing a careful line up and down his spine with your fingertips. You kissed his shoulder blade, trying to soothe the anxiety you knew he was feeling.

“Maybe it’s time,” you said quietly. Joaquin nodded.

“Seems like it,” he murmured back to you. His hand found its way to the one resting on his stomach and he curled his fingers around yours, tugging you forwards so you stood next to him. “This is y/n,” Joaquin said to Sam and Bucky. “She’s my girlfriend.” Sam smiled. Though it was amusing to him that Joaquin had put so much effort into hiding you from them, it still pleased Sam that Joaquin had someone, especially someone he wanted to protect so carefully.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n. I would love to say that we’ve heard about you, but it seems Torres wants to hide his pretty girlfriend from us,” Sam said.

“Don’t flirt with her,” Joaquin snapped. You giggled. You released Joaquin’s hand to extend it to Bucky and then Sam.

“It’s nice to meet you guys too. I have heard about you before,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah? What does Torres say about us?” Sam asked.

“That you’re good people and he’s proud to work with you,” you said. Sam smiled. Bucky’s expression remained stoic.

“We have to get going,” Bucky said, breaking up the moment. Joaquin nodded.

“I’ll go get dressed,” he said, kissing the crown of your head as he turned towards his bedroom. You stood in Joaquin’s kitchen while two Avengers stared back at you.

“Do you guys want some coffee?” You asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“That’s alright, ma’am,” Bucky replied.

“Call me y/n, please,” you said.

“How long have you and Torres been together?” Sam asked.

“Eight months,” you answered.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us about you for that long,” Sam said.

“He wanted to protect me,” you told him. “And I expect you to protect him,” you added. Bucky smirked at your aggressive nature. Sam smiled as well. He remembered the way his sister had threatened his wingman into keeping him safe the first time she met the man.

“We will, don’t worry,” Sam replied. Joaquin appeared from his bedroom decked out in the suit the Wakandans had made for him. Bucky and Sam looked away as Joaquin leaned down over you and kissed you lovingly, cupping your face in his hand.

“I’ll be back for dinner tomorrow. Promise,” he said. You gave him a cheeky smile.

“If you aren’t, you won’t get your ‘welcome home’ present,” you teased. Joaquin blushed and his eyes flitted to Sam and Bucky.

“I think I’ll be able to persuade you if I’m late, mi amor,” Joaquin replied with a smirk.

“Torres, we don’t have time for you to seduce your girlfriend, we have to go,” Bucky interjected.

“I’m not seducing her!” Joaquin snapped.

“Well, whatever you’re doing, we don’t want to see anymore of it,” Bucky replied. Joaquin rolled his eyes as Bucky and Sam headed for the door.

Joaquin looked back at you and gave you another quick kiss before backing towards the door.

“Be safe,” you called to him. “I love you.” Joaquin smiled, refusing to take his eyes off you.

“I love you too, mi amor,” he replied before shutting the door behind him.

“So, when were you gonna tell us about your hot girlfriend?” Bucky asked. Joaquin frowned at Bucky’s words.

“I was gonna wait till your funeral, which might be sooner if either of you ever flirt with her again.”

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 — 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sam’s just trying to rescue your missing captain, but it’s a little hard when two people clearly in love keep arguing through coms.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,699

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Joaquin Torres x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

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“Any sign on Wilson?” Joaquin yelled out as he looked through the binoculars.

“Negative.”

Eyes squinted trying to get any sign of Sam. He spared you a glance and watched as you typed away on your portable computer, paying no mind to the yells or rumbled dirt roads that rocked the military transports. “Would it kill you to stay alert?” He shook his head looking through the binos again.

“I am.” You replied shortly, not even sparing the man beside you a glance.

“You call looking at your screen, staying alert? We have The Falcon flying over us. Are you not the least bit pumped?”

You squint your eyes as you press down on some keys. “I don’t think Vasant getting taken is the right time to get pumped.” You put your fingers in quotations. “And I am alert!” You got offended.

“Really?”

“Really, and while you were too busy playing I-Spy. Wilson’s beacon is now on.” Your sweet tone made Joaquin roll his eyes. He remained quiet for the rest of the ride.

“I accept your apology.” You smirked, smiling at the device in your lap, while continuing to observe the beacon on your computer’s radar.

“Yeah, yeah.” His grumpy pants muttered under his breath.

“Sam, twelve o’clock.” You looked up and gestured to Joaquin.

“Sam, Torres here. Sending intel to your HUD right now.” Joaquin talked through his com. “I’ll be your boots on the ground, sir.”

“Boots on the ground?” You stared at him amused.

“It’s an expression.” He protested.

“Uhuh…” You nodded.

“I got eyes on the plane, any sign of L.A.F?”

“Nah, nothing yet, but I’ll keep tracking the chatter.”

You coughed then gave him a pointed look.

“Y/L/N and I will keep tracking the chatter.”

“They’ve already hijacked the plane.”

“Oh, we’re gonna need to call some people.” Joaquin grimaced.

“Already on it.”

“Okay switching to plan B.” Sam informed, through the coms.

“What was plan B again?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Ah so you weren’t paying attention.”

“Staying alert and paying attention falls within a very thin line of difference.” You closed your pointer finger and thumb for emphasis. “This thin, Lieutenant.”

“You two always bicker like a married couple?”

“No!” You both exclaimed annoyed into the comms at the same time.

“Yeah okay…Redwing engaged!” Sam commanded and his little drone unattached itself from its portable.

You both pouted looking away from each other in a huff. You looked up not seeing your man in the sky. “I think he’s made it onto the plane.” You squinted as the sun hit your eyes. “Not seeing any other movement.” You bit your lip. “He’s gone silent? Hey, Sam, you good, you’re looking a bit quiet over there?” You asked.

“Sam?” Joaquin checked the binoculars again.

“And…they’re jumping.” You stated, nodding as the criminals began going out one by one out of the plane. “Vasant is not going to enjoy that.” You grimaced.

Sam quickly followed the last jumper. Doing a front flip, then gliding out.

“Woah! Ha ha ha.” Joaquin chuckled with excitement upon seeing Sam extend his wings. He smiled over to see your reaction as well, but then frowned once he saw your eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Careful, your fangirling is showing.” You flicked his nose. You shook your head. “A whole month with the Falcon, you’d think you’d be used to seeing him do that by now.” You asked.

“What, it’s cool.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your eyes then widened, noticing how close Sam was getting to the border. “Uh Torres, Sam’s cutting it real close there.” You turned the screen to show him.

“All right, heads up! You’re about to fly into Libyan airspace.”

“And I assume they have a problem with that?”

“Yeah, yeah, a big problem. A big problem.” Joaquin nodded furiously.

“Oh it’s going to be more than a big problem if he doesn’t make it.”

“He’ll make it.” Joaquin reassured, but even he was a bit anxious.

“How long I got?”

Joaquin turned to you.

“N-Ninety seconds in counting.”

“Ninety seconds!” He repeated back to Sam.

“Torres.” You warned, looking at the screen, showing the three beacons inching closer to the border. “Come on, come on, come on.” The jeeps came to a stop, Joaquin jumping out staring out into the distance. You stayed put in the jeep as everyone else got out. A few helicopters and missiles going off in the sky.

“Awe shit, shit, shit. He’s out numbered!” Joaquin pushed one of your men out of the way and scrambled into the driver’s seat.

“What’re you doing?” You raised your voice wondering where the hell he was thinking about going.

“Y/n, shut up and strap in…please.” He paused then pleaded with you.

“I don’t like your tone-”

“And we really don’t have time for this!” He exclaimed. Stepping down on the gas that caused you to fall on your back in the backseat. You groaned and clambered into the passenger seat beside the yelling Lieutenant.

“That was not nice…” You sassed, strapping in and punching his right shoulder.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?” He leaned away from you as he continued driving.

“Guys, now’s not the time!” Sam said annoyed.

“Sam, we gotta fall back! We got to call it off! We gotta find another way!” Joaquin yelled into the coms.

“Call it off, what about Vasant?”

“I just did!”

You looked up right as the explosion went off. The missiles hitthe helicopter and blow it up in flames. The red beacon disappears from the tracker, while the blue being Sam, rerouted and turned around with Vasant. No one had interfered with the Libyan border.

“Oh my god, holy shit!” You exclaimed. Joaquin stopped the jeep and threw his helmet up, cheering and throwing his fist in the air like the dork he was.

“Yeah!” He jumped, seeing Sam fly down to where you two were. “Whoo!”

“You did it, Sam!” You laughed out your excitement. As soon as Vasant was put down gently in the back. You gave Sam a side hug then went over to the tired soldier. “Hey there buddy, long trip?” You joked, Vasant clearly not wanting to put up with you and your antics, simply rolled his eyes. “Want some food, a cold shower, nice warm bed. Bet you missed that, huh?” You smirked at him.

“Alright soldier, stand down.” Joaquin smiled, pushing you away, feeling that Vasant had a rather rough day, stopped you from poking any more fun at the poor lad.

“Ay, ay, Lieutenant Dork.” You saluted him with a smirk.

“You’re gonna make the drive back a living hell for us, huh?”

“Like the underground flaming hot pits of Satan.” You wrapped your arm around Joaquin.

Sam too joined in on the laughter and said, “If you want me to fly you back to base, all you gotta do is ask?” He turned to Vasant.

“Seriously, oh my god, please!” He perked up at the suggestion.

“That hurts, I’m wounded.” You feigned hurt and rested a hand where your chest was covered by the bulletproof vest.

“My patience will be wounded.” Joaquin fired back.

“Alright love birds, how about we get a move on, shall we?” Sam smiled, amused at you two. Turning his back to prepare to take off.

“I’ll show you a birdie!” Quickly you stuck out your middle finger, to which Joaquin forced your arm down, so as to not embarrass him and yourself in front of the “Falcon” as he always said.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” Joaquin nervously clasped his hands together, and tossed you the keys. “Y/L/N, you drive!”

“Excuse me?” You groaned.

“That’s an order, soldier!” He looked at you dead in the eye, and you swore you felt something stir between your legs. Your back straightened as you nodded curtly.

“Y-Yes, sir!” You obeyed and got in the driver’s side.

Joaquin was taken aback by your sudden obedience to his command. Usually it’d take a bit of bickering to listen to him. He looked over at Sam with wide eyes, while Sam had a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“Alright then, Torres. I see you!” Sam nodded, praising the young man.

“T-That was, I didn’t- did she like that. Holy shit!” He exclaimed, then straightened himself out. “That worked!”

“You do realize you out rank her right?” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I’m just not used to…” He trailed off.

“Giving orders. It’s all good man.” Sam patted his shoulder.

“Oye, pendejo, you coming or not?” You called over your shoulder. Sam and Joaquin turned their heads.

“I should’ve never taught her Spanish.” Joaquin rolled his eyes.

A playful smile spread across your face. His heart skipped a beat, god how he adored your smile, those were hard to come by especially with the line of work you both did. He hadn’t realized he was staring longer than he should have, that Sam caught him.

“My advice, tell her about how you feel before it’s too late.”

“Joaquin. Let’s go!” You looked at him out of patience.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going!” He acknowledged you then told Sam. “Before it’s too late huh?” He muttered.

“Those special ones are only once in a lifetime. Yours just so happens to be Satan dressed in camouflage.” Joaquin laughed at that. He shook his head.

“Yeah she can be a pain, but she’s the only one I’d allow to make me feel any.” Joaquin looked down at his boots then began walking to the jeep.

“Catch you back at base?” He turned to Sam.

“Race ya?” Sam joked.

“You’re on!” You overheard them and yelled out.

“No!” Joaquin turned the idea down immediately, especially with you being behind the wheel. “We won’t make it back if that happens.”

“You’re no fun.” You started the engine.

“Sorry I care about my well-being?” He squinted his eyes at you.

“Can we go now?” Vacant complained from the backseat. You looked at him over your shoulder then at Joaquin.

“Andalé let’s go!” Joaquin gently punched your shoulder, not as hard as you hit him though. “And no speeding!”

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[mariasabanahabanabana]

Raza, la neta no sé de dónde me esté saliendo tanta inspiración, pero... Pero... Creo y si las cosas van bien y siguen así, empezaré a subir "incorrect quotes"(¿?) De FATWS / como sería estar en una relación con Sam, Bucky y Joaquin...

So, esperen lo, al igual si tienen ideas o sugerencias, háganmelo saber...

Ya por último, recuerden que si les gusta este tipo de contenido, no sé olviden de compartirlo o comentar!!

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Raza, realmente não sei de onde estou me inspirando tanto, mas... Mas... Penso e se as coisas correrem bem e continuarem assim, vou começar a carregar "avisos incorretos"(¿??) sobre FATWS / como seria estar em uma relação com Sam, Bucky e Joaquin...

Então, espere, e também se você tiver alguma idéia ou sugestão, me avise...

Por último, mas não menos importante, lembre-se que se você gosta deste tipo de conteúdo, não se esqueça de compartilhá-lo ou comentá-lo!!!

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Raza, I really don't know where I'm getting so much inspiration from, but.... But... I think and if things go well and keep going like this, I'll start uploading "incorrect quotes"(¿?) about FATWS / what it would be like to be in a relationship with Sam, Bucky and Joaquin...

So, wait for it, and also if you have any ideas or suggestions, let me know...

...And last but not least, remember that if you like this kind of content, don't forget to share it or comment!!!

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[morsmordre-writes]

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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[fluffyprettykitty]

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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designated spider killer - 2

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: John Walker. vulgar language/ topics, or at least kind of??

AN: if you want to be tagged just let me know :)

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In a Heartbeat

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

4k words

she saves someone, and joaquin saves her.

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note: i wrote this with my oc in mind that i plan to write more about, but i wanted it to be read as a reader insert as well! let me know what you think :)

She had been living in Washington DC for a little over a year now. She moved there for grad school, and some of the excitement had yet to wear off still. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, with all of the good schools nearby and all of the things to do and learn in the capital. It seemed like a busy enough place to never be bored, which was exactly what she wanted. It really had seemed like a smart idea, especially since she hadn’t had any problems since moving there.

Until she did.

She was out with her roommate after classes had ended for the day, enjoying the warm spring day and simply happy to be people watching as they hung out. It had quickly become one of her favorite things since moving there, something she shared with her roommate, Jasmine. She was always glad she and Jazzy got along so well and liked spending time together, often spending time just being out and about like today. 

Jazzy was showing her a small outdoor shopping district just outside of a park. It must’ve been really popular because it was packed with people. People were out walking their dogs, parents were out shopping with their kids, couples and friends were on dates and lounging on the grassy areas. Music was coming from the open doors of one of the stores, loud enough to carry even as you walked away from it. Something smelled good, like fresh bread and cinnamon sugar, and she wanted to follow her nose to figure out where it was coming from. There was a warm breeze that made her shiver whenever they walked in the shade, so she pulled Jazzy away to make sure they stayed in the sun. A few kids ran past them playing tag. It made her smile, she hoped they were having fun. 

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed a bit of commotion going on. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but it was progressively getting louder. From the looks of it, she wasn’t the only one who had noticed as many of the people nearby were looking around as well. It continued to grow louder and louder until she spotted a large group of people running in their direction, all shouting and screaming to get away. A ways behind them, she spotted a group of big looking men in scary looking masks carrying scary looking weapons, all running after them with their weapons pointed forward. Before she could think about how cliche that sounded, she knew they had to get away first. Many people around them were coming to the same conclusion as they all began turning tail and running. She and Jazzy shared a look of understanding before following suit.

As everyone kept running away and the noise was getting louder, another noise caught her attention above all the commotion. She could just barely hear a small voice calling for help, but it was loud enough to get her to stop running. Her head whipped around trying to find whoever it was, wherever it was coming from. Her eyes landed on a little girl sitting on the ground holding a little boy, and even from her distance she could see they were crying.

“MOMMY!” the little girl kept shouting, tears running down her face as she tried to pull the little boy up with her. They had to be brother and sister. She sounded terrified.

She took off before she could think about what she was doing. She could vaguely hear Jazzy calling after her, trying to get her to turn around and come back, but she couldn’t. The only thing on her mind was getting to those kids before they could get hurt. She wouldn’t let that happen.

She slid to a stop and knelt down next to the kids when she got to them, unconcerned about the fact that she tore a hole in her jeans by doing so, nor the bruises and scrapes she no doubt would have on her knees either. The little girl, maybe seven or eight, kept pulling on her brother’s arm trying to get him to move, but he was sat on the ground firmly, bawling his eyes out and refusing to move. She knew he couldn’t have been older than three years old. 

She looked around for anyone who could have been their mother, anyone willing to help, but everyone was running in the opposite direction. She turned her head to see the group of men getting closer and closer, and they were gaining fast. She was the only one around.

“I need to get you out of here,” she said, turning back to the two kids, voice urgent. “I’ll get you back to your mom, I promise.”

She tried to pick up the little boy, who immediately started shouting and fighting when she did so. He was on the verge of a full-blown breakdown, determined to stay exactly where he was no matter what she did. 

“He won’t let anyone but mom pick him up,” the little girl cried, “but I don’t know where mommy is!”

Seeing how frightened they were broke her heart. There was no getting them to move if she couldn’t pick the little boy up, but she couldn’t just leave them. She wouldn’t. She didn’t know what to do, and she was struggling to come up with something fast enough. With another glance over her shoulder, she realized she was out of time. They were too close now, seconds away and coming right towards them. 

“Hold onto him, and don’t let go!” she ordered the girl. Once the girl did as she said, she grabbed both of the kids and held them to her chest, making sure neither of them would get hit as she awaited the inevitable first—and what she expected to be the final—blow to hit. 

She felt a strong gust of air rush over her head, and at the sound of a fight right behind her, she held on tighter to the kids in her arms. She knew this was it. In a heartbeat, it’d be finished. She’d be finished. 

“Are you okay?”

The voice was closer than she expected, making her jump, but it sounded genuinely concerned. Chancing a glance behind her, she was met with a pair of soft brown eyes. 

She looked past the man to see what was going on, only just noticing that the commotion had stopped, and she could see that the group of men were all lying on the ground unconscious with a man holding a shield standing above them. Everyone knew who Captain America was, but she never expected to come across him herself. Knowing that the kids would be safe now, she looked back to the man in front of her and was shocked to see he had a pair of wings on his back. The Falcon. They were positioned in a way that was meant to shield them from any danger. 

She finally looked back at the Falcon. His eyes hadn’t left her the entire time, and he stayed put in front of them, as if he wanted to make sure nothing could happen to them even with the threat gone. 

Instead of answering the man, she turned back to the kids in her arms. They were still crying and scared, she knew they would be, but at least she knew they would be safe now. She scanned over them for any injuries, and once she knew they were unharmed, she cupped the little girl’s face to get her attention. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay now. You’re safe,” she assured her, speaking softly to help her calm down a bit. She stroked her cheek to gently wipe away her tears. She felt her own heart beating out of her chest, but she couldn’t focus on that right now. “I’m gonna get you back to your mom now, okay? Let’s go find your mom.” 

She glanced back at the man behind her again, who still hadn’t moved, before she eased the kids up into standing. The weight of the situation was finally catching up to her, her head swimming as she tried her hardest to focus on getting the kids back to their mom before anything else. She kept looking between them and the man who saved them. Stuttering, she said, “I… I need-”

“MOMMY!” the little girl called, grabbing her brother’s hand and running to meet the woman who was running towards them. 

She watched as the older woman dropped to her knees to meet her children in an embrace, her own tears streaming down her face as she held her children to her chest. The woman began kissing all over their faces and on the tops of their heads, and the woman’s voice was just loud enough for her to hear her repeating my babies to the children in her arms.

She was walking towards the family before she knew what she was doing. Her knees were screaming at her causing her to limp slightly, but she didn’t care. She needed to make sure they would be okay. Once she was close enough, the woman looked up at her and a look of gratitude crossed her face. 

“Thank you,” the woman managed to say through her tears. “Thank you for protecting my babies.” For a moment, she thought the woman was talking to the Falcon, the one who actually had saved her kids, but the woman was looking at her. 

“You don’t…” she started, beginning to shake her head, but she knew it would be pointless. Instead, she said, “I’m just glad you and your kids are safe.” 

She watched them a few more moments before the woman gathered her kids up and hurried away from the scene. She couldn’t blame them, she wanted to do the same. 

She suddenly remembered the man who had saved them. The Falcon (she couldn’t get over it). She turned back towards him, and this time she really took him in. His wings had retracted back into his suit, thankfully, as they had been very distracting. He was tall without being towering. His skin looked warm and sun-kissed with sharp cheekbones that made her wonder what he looked like when he smiled. He had a head of short, curly black hair, and those soft brown eyes. Those eyes that were still watching, a strange gleam present that hadn’t been there before. 

She didn’t really know what to say, feeling awkward, but she didn’t need to. Before she could even thank him, he spoke instead.

“Are you okay?” he asked again. Something told her that he wouldn’t leave until he knew she was.

“I’m fine,” she finally answered. She didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but she still wasn’t able to focus on how she really felt. The kids were safe, their mother was safe, and as far as she was concerned, that’s all that mattered. And this man made sure of that. “Thank you.”

The man seemed to relax a bit at that, his shoulders losing some of their tension. He opened his mouth to say something else, but another voice cut in. 

“Torres! We gotta go, man!” 

It was Captain America who interrupted (which was something she never thought she’d experience), having just been talking with the police who she hadn’t noticed had arrived. They were hauling the men—masks gone and in handcuffs now—into the backs of the police cars. The hero was inspecting their weapons, clearly waiting for the other man—Torres, apparently—to join back up with him. Torres looked between the two of them, seeming conflicted. Before either of them could say anything, they were once again interrupted. 

The sound of Jazzy calling her name snapped her out of whatever was going on, and she turned to see her roommate running straight towards her. Before she could comprehend what was going on, Jazzy was grabbing her arm and pulling her away, determined to get them away from anything else that might happen. She looked back at the man, Torres, and called out another thank you! before she let her roommate lead her away from the scene. 

—

In truth, she didn’t think she would ever see him again. Why would she? He was The Falcon, Captain America’s partner and a superhero in his own right. He had to have saved countless people all the time. He probably wasn’t even in DC anymore. There was no way she would see him again. 

But then she did. 

She volunteered at a local elementary school, and today they were taking the fifth graders down to the veterans rehabilitation center. They liked to decorate the walls with pictures and bring flowers for the veterans, wanting to try to brighten their days a bit and thank them for their service while doing so, and she liked being part of it as well. She couldn’t imagine what some of them have gone through, but she would sometimes sit in on the group sessions to try to understand more. It was why she made sure to take the kids there at least once every couple weeks.

“It was so nice seeing you and the kids again, sunshine!” the kind lady at the front desk said as she was getting them ready to leave. It was a nickname she had quickly picked up since they started going there, and it always made her laugh.

“Of course, Laura!” she replied. “I’m just glad they like coming down here as much as I do.”

Laura chuckled lowly. “Your visits always make everyones day. They may not say it often, but they appreciate it. More than you know.”

She smiled softly at that. “We try our best. We just want to show our respect and try to brighten things up for everyone, you know?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, hun. What you do with the kids and for everyone here, not many people would do it. We all appreciate everything you do around here. We appreciate you.”

She looked down bashfully at the older woman’s kind words. She never really knew what to say to that. Her eyes flicked back up to Laura. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bin. “I know you’ve been wanting to try Jazzy’s brownies.”

The wide grin that appeared on Laura’s face was enough for one to form on her’s as well. She nearly snatched the bin out of her hand, causing her to laugh. “You spoil me, sunshine!”

The two shared a few more words before she checked the time, knowing she needed to leave soon if she didn’t want the bus to leave without her. She said goodbye to Laura with a promise to be back the next week, and the other woman jokingly promised to be ready for more treats. With a wave and another smile to her friend, she began making her way to the front doors. She was in high spirits as she was preparing to leave, paying no mind to the man she passed on her way out until he called out to her. 

“Hey, it’s you!”

She almost didn’t stop, but when she looked around the area and saw it was mostly void of people, she figured it was her he was trying to get the attention of. When she stopped and turned around, her eyes widened when they met the same soft brown ones she first saw just the other day. 

“It’s you,” she repeated, not knowing what to say.

For a moment, she wondered how she could even miss him. Sure, he wasn’t wearing his suit or his wings and seemed, therefore, much less intimidating–not that he seemed intimidating in the first place, but he did save her life, and there’s just something about meeting a superhero face to face that makes a person feel overly self-aware. Without the suit on, you wouldn’t even assume he was a superhero, though in her head she was kicking herself because of course that was the point. He just seemed so normal, and she felt like she could pay more attention now that her life wasn’t on the line. He wore a dark green jacket over a black shirt and jeans, a pair of sunglasses hanging from one of the pockets. His shoulders filled out his jacket well, subtly showing off his built but lean muscles. Part of her wished she could remember what they looked like in his suit when they were more noticeable, and she mentally kicked herself again for thinking that about a complete stranger. His dark curls were styled simply and looked soft to the touch, and she was sure they were. 

Those eyes, though. Unlike before, his soft eyes were looking at her in pleasant surprise rather than concern, his lips quirking up in what was almost a smile. But that weird gleam she saw before was still there, and if anything, it was much more apparent than before.

It took her a few more seconds to realize neither one of them had said anything, her eyes glancing off to the side as her mind raced for something to say. He must’ve realized the same thing because his eyes widened suddenly, taking a step toward her once he knew he had her attention. 

“Sorry, um,” he began, searching for his words, “I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but I’m glad I did. How are you doing, after what happened?”

Her eyes widened slightly again, surprised by his words. “I-I’m doing fine,” she answered, but she wasn’t sure how much she believed herself. She added, “‘ve just been trying to get back to normal, is all.”

He seemed satisfied enough with her answer and started to nod, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

His words surprised her again. In a burst of confidence, she replied with, “Well, I did have someone to save me.”

His smile grew as he looked down sheepishly, and she thought she heard him say just doing my job under his breath. When he looked back up at her, she thought she liked seeing that gleam in his eyes, especially when he smiled. She thought happiness looked good on him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked gently, suddenly remembering where she still was. 

“Oh, I’m here to meet my partner,” he answered. “He helps out with the counseling sessions when he can. But I’ve got some information I need to discuss with Cap.”

Somehow, it didn’t surprise her to hear that about Captain America. In fact, it made her respect him even more for trying to help people on a more personal level, not just fighting as a superhero. Saving lives on all fronts, she was sure. But the way he talked about why he was there was just vague enough to pique her interest, and just telling enough for her to understand she shouldn’t pry. She was going to find a way to politely remove herself from the conversation, but he spoke again before she could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, repeating her own question. He cringed at the way it came out, so he quickly added, “I just mean, this is the last place I expected to see you. Are you in the military?”

She shook her head, nearly chuckling. “No, I’m not. The school I volunteer at brings some of the older students down here every few weeks. We like to bring flowers and write cards, you know, to try to show our respect and appreciation. Try to brighten up people’s days where we can.”

“You do all this?” He asked, gesturing toward the decorations on the walls and the flowers here and there. His eyes had widened in surprise again, and it was her turn to look down bashfully this time. 

“Not just me. It’s the kids, mostly, but I like to help out.”

He looked impressed, and something about the look on his face and those damn eyes caused her face to heat up. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. 

“Well, I can confidently say that I’m not the only one around here who loves seeing all of the notes and decorations,” he said softly, the smile on his face filling her with a sense of warmth she hadn’t felt before. “It’s amazing what you’ve been doing. We all appreciate what you do. And the kids, of course.”

Something told her that he was speaking more for himself than he was for everyone else, and somehow she knew that he meant it toward her directly. The thought made her smile.

His face suddenly got more serious, though, instantly making her feel nervous. “What you did the other day, with those two kids, too. That was amazing.”

That was not something she was expecting, and she definitely didn’t know how to respond to it. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down, suddenly feeling shy. “I did what anyone would do.”

But he was already shaking his head. “No, really. You saved those kids. I may be the one with wings, but you’re the real hero. It was incredible.”

When she glanced back up at him, she saw that a small smile had reappeared on his lips, and somehow, it was enough to ease some of the tension in her shoulders. It was enough to comfort her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it made her feel seen in a way she never had. All with one look, which is what really surprised her. She knew deflecting would be useless, so she settled with telling him, barely loud enough for him to hear, “Thank you.” And she meant it more than he knew.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked one final time.

She wanted to laugh that he wouldn’t let it go so easily. “I am, or I will be. I promise,” she answered, and she knew she was telling the truth this time. “Besides, this wouldn’t be my first time in a situation like that, and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” Now that got a good reaction out of him, even though it was the truth.

“Speaking of the kids, though,” she said before he could think about it too much, checking the time again and realizing she’d officially run out of time, “I have to get going so I don’t get left behind.” She looked him over one more time, trying to memorize as much as she could, before she began to turn away. “It was nice to see you again, and to talk. And thank you, again, for saving me.”

His smile warmed her from the inside out. “If it meant getting to see you again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

She forced herself not to shudder before turning around. She had only made it a few more steps before he suddenly stopped her again. 

“Wait!” he called, almost too loudly for the quiet hallway. “I didn’t ever get your name!”

She wanted to kick herself again. How had they gone this entire conversation without learning each other’s names? She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing that he had barely moved from his spot. With a warm smile directed at him, she told him her name.

Another smile began to form on his face in return, and it looked like he repeated her name under his breath. Their eyes met a final time before he responded with his own. “I’m Joaquin. It was really nice to meet you, too.”

She turned around before he could catch the wide grin that was beginning to form on her face against her will and tried to rush out of there as subtly as she could. As she went, she could just hear him, Joaquin, repeat her name a second time, and even from where she was she could hear a smile in his tone. She left the building with a bounce in her step and a warm feeling in her chest. 

All because of the Falcon who saved her.

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Home is Wherever I'm With You

Pairing ▹ roommate!Joaquin Torres x f. reader

This fic contains ▹ fluff, some angst, implied smut, idiots in love, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, smoking weed, hospitals, mention of gunshots, a lot of pancakes

Word Count ▹ 2k

Summary ▹ Oh, home, let me come home | Home is wherever I'm with you

Notes ▹ Finally got around to completing my submission for @the-slumberparty’s Across the Universe (week 4) challenge. This fic is inspired by this moodboard from an old sleepover. Feel free to listen to the playlist for extra vibes! This is unbeta'ed so I take full responsibility for all the errors. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

You didn’t understand the phrase “home is where the heart is'' until you moved in with Joaquin Torres.

This living arrangement happened by chance, a chance that you were grateful to have stumbled upon. After deciding it was time for you to leave the nest, you found a place for rent that also had a few other roommates. One of them being Joaquin.

You met Joaquin and the other roommates before moving in with them. Luckily, you all hit it off right away and settled in fairly quickly. But you found yourself really close to Joaquin. He was the one roommate that had a similar schedule to yours. You both would wake up late in the morning before heading to work, and then come home in the darkest hours of the night. 

The first time you discovered how late Joaquin returned home from work was the night your friendship began. After coming home from a long day, you decided to treat yourself to a batch of pancakes. The rest of your roommates were heavy sleepers so you rarely disturbed them. Since you were occupied with the pancakes, you didn’t hear Joaquin come through the door. He waltzed into the kitchen upon smelling the pancakes and crept up behind you. 

“I bet those would taste amazing with bananas,” Joaquin commented nonchalantly. You whipped your head around, swatting the spatula in his direction and accidentally coating his nose with batter.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” You gasped, attempting to clean the mess from his face. “I thought you were an intruder. I didn’t mean to hurt you…or cover you in pancake batter.”

Joaquin snickered. “Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt me at all. But I admire your self defense skills. I think that will give me motivation to keep the bathroom clean.”

You joined in his laughter. “I think I made enough for you if you’d like some pancakes. You might have to slice your own bananas, though.” 

With that, you and your roommate shared the short stacks while getting to know one another better. This ritual of late night snacks after work persisted until the conversations grew louder to the point of accidentally waking one of your other roommates. Since that incident, you and Joaquin decided it would be best to meet one another at the 24 hour diner down the street. 

Over time, your roommates moved out one by one until you and Joaquin were left to hold down the fort. The two of you living together consisted of movie binges on the weekends, checking out the monthly farmer’s market, dancing while cleaning the perimeter of the house, and taking walks along your street during sunset. Slowly, but surely, you were falling deeply in love with Joaquin. 

You knew you had strong feelings for him when you both decided to buy a bookshelf for your ever growing book collection. While building the bookshelf, you jammed the hammer against your finger, causing you to shriek in pain and the rest of your body to go numb. All you remembered before blacking out was your roommate rushing to your side and carrying you out the house bridal style. A few hours later, you woke up in the hospital with a cast wrapped around your finger and a relieved Joaquin holding a bouquet of roses and baby's breaths. The smell of the flowers and his sweet, handsome face instantly brought you comfort.

“Shouldn’t you be at work right now?” You asked upon noticing the time on your bedside.

“I told Sam what happened and he ordered that I stay here with you.” You gave him a sad look, feeling bad that your clumsiness caused him to miss out at work. Joaquin smiled, patting your hand. “Don’t worry, Sam is understanding.” The softness of his hand against yours sent butterflies to your stomach. Your heart began to swell as if it would explode inside your chest from all the feelings you were experiencing in that moment. His touch, his smile, his affection for you. It was all clear to you then. You were in love with Joaquin Torres. 

After returning home from the hospital, Joaquin spent the entire week by your side, making sure you were taken care of. Sure, you were a grown up and could care for yourself, but you appreciated how your roommate reminded you that you don’t have to be alone in the healing process. He would sing softly while tending to your finger and let you smoke some of his weed to ease the pain. Once you started feeling better, you and Joaquin finished building the bookcase together and he offered to read one of his favorite stories to you.

One day while Joaquin read to you, Sam called him, notifying him of an emergency assignment and was expected to leave right away. The night before he left, you and Joaquin crashed on the couch after getting high and watching an alien documentary on Netflix. You fell asleep before he did, and, naturally, your body curled up next to his as you dozed off. He listened to your snores for a few minutes before planting a tender peck on top of your head. Before he knew it, Joaquin drifted off to sleep.

You woke up alone in the living room, searching for Joaquin. Instead, you were met with a note on the coffee table.

Sorry I couldn’t give a proper goodbye. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I would have been a horrible friend to wake you up. I’ll see you in a month!

-J

While your roommate was away on mission, you spent your days sulking and missing him. You tried to go on with your routine as if he was still there, but things felt empty and meaningless. The pancakes from the diner didn’t taste as fluffy when you ate alone. The music you listened to while cleaning the house didn’t lift your mood the way it did with Joaquin. His favorite stories didn’t sweep you away to another world the way it did when he read them. The flowers around your house died faster, even though you tended to them the same way you always had. You didn’t even bother taking walks or going to the farmer’s market by yourself. It was the longest month you had ever experienced in your life. 

Meanwhile, Joaquin could not wait to fly back home to you. The days were long and draining, and it seemed as if he and Sam were constantly running into dead ends. What kept him motivated during this difficult mission was a photo booth strip he kept of you and him at the summer fair. Even though looking at the pictures made him miss you dearly, he was hopeful of the day he would reunite with him.

“Is that the roommate?” Sam inquired from behind Joaquin’s shoulder. The Falcon’s cheeks warmed up and he began smiling like a smitten school boy. Joaquin didn’t need to say anything for Sam to know what was on his mind.

“So, are you ever going to tell her you love her?” Captain America added with a quirked eyebrow. 

“I’ve been wanting to. I just get nervous.” Joaquin peered down at his combat boots. “She’s my best friend, Sam. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Ouch, and after all we’ve been through, I thought I was your best friend.” Sam’s joke led to Joaquin letting out a small chuckle. “No, but seriously, you will feel much more free once you just tell her.” The younger lad nodded, imagining all the best case scenarios of confessing his love for you. His daydreams of you were cut off by the gunshots that echoed in the distance.

The end of the month finally rolled around, yet there was no sign of Joaquin. Anxiety took over your body as you wondered why he hasn’t come home yet. Part of you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but your sadness made your mind wander to anything and everything that could have gone wrong. You dragged yourself to work as you have been doing for the entirety of Joaquin’s absence. While you worked, you stared at the matching photo booth strip pinned to the wall of your office. A hot tear streamed down your cheek, longing to see Joaquin’s face and hear his voice again.

After work, you came home, ready to settle into your comfy bed. You sighed loudly as you hopped out of your car, slamming the driver’s door shut and locking it behind you. All of a sudden, your eyes landed on a motorcycle that you haven’t seen in over a month. Then, you saw light coming from inside the house. Could it be?

You ripped off your work pumps, bolting into the house barefoot in hopes that your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. As you entered through the front door, the delicious scent of bananas and vanilla filled your nostrils. Your heart bursted at the seams upon the sight you found in the kitchen. Joaquin was humming along to your favorite song while drizzling a stack of banana pancakes with syrup. As if sensing your presence, he beamed a sparkling smile while turning to face you. 

“I came home an hour ago to an empty home. Figured you were still at work and you’d probably be hungry when you come back.” He paused, glancing at the plate on the counter. “I made sure to add bananas this time.”

Your lips trembled as you fought the urge to cry. You wanted to run and jump into his arms, feel his warmth bring you back to life, kiss the lips you have been aching to taste for an entire year. All you could do was drop your bag and heels by your side as you succumbed to the tears that fell from your face. Joaquin took that as his signal to step closer to you. He caressed your face, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“I missed you,” you croaked, finally embracing him tightly. Your hearts beat in sync with one another, as if that was the way the universe wanted it.

“I missed you too.” He stroked the back of your head before making space to gaze into your glossy eyes. “It’s hard to be away from the girl I am madly in love with.” You couldn’t help but let out a tearful giggle at the words that left Joaquin’s mouth. It felt as if all of your wildest dreams were coming true. Yet it was only the beginning.

“Being The Falcon requires me to travel the world so often, and to see places I’ve always wanted to visit. But none of that matters to me because despite where I go, I find myself wanting to be wherever you are instead.”

“I love you, Joaquin.” You started to close the space between you and him. The tips of your noses brushed together, the heat from your breaths mingling like your feelings for one another.

“I love you, too, cariño.” With that, he finally pressed his lips against yours. You kissed one another with a passion that no one could snuff out. His lips were sweeter than the pancakes that were long neglected on the counter. Joaquin lifted you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist as he led you to the couch where you both professed your love throughout the rest of the night.

When you both woke up the next morning, bare bodies intertwined under the thin blanket, you felt a sense of belonging. It was unfamiliar to the two of you, but it was a feeling you accepted with open arms. You and Joaquin were both hopeful of the future that you were ready to build together like the bookcase filled with stories you hoped would become your reality. After locking eyes for what seemed like eternity, Joaquin kissed you with fervor, and you picked up where you left off from last night.

He was home, and so were you.

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The Young Avengers 🦅 | Marvel Headcanon

Takes place during Phase 4 of the MCU

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Being a young former Black Widow and forming a team with Shuri, Kate, Elijah, Joaquin, and Kid Loki would look like:

To be honest you weren’t to fazed with the idea of forming a team with the younger crowd of up and coming superheroes. Sure you had been friends with Shuri since 2018 and met the others through Sam, Clint, and Thor, but the idea of creating a team like the Avengers never crossed your mind until Shuri proposed the idea. “Ain’t that Val lady forming her own team? Or Secretary Ross is, they’re calling them the Thunderbolts? Yelena was telling me about it—anyway, point is if there’s already a new team of heroes then why make our own?” “Calling them heroes is a little…far fetched if we’re being honest. They are more like the Dark Avengers—and no I was not trying to make a joke. You look at who she’s recruiting and it’s literally that. Think of us as their antithesis.”

It didn’t take much convincing after that with you literally going, “Fuck it. Let’s do it—might actually give me shit to do now that the world has gone to shit trying to get back to the way it was.” Within the hour you were pulling up to a hangar to meet the others. They all looked excited except Kid Loki. He looked rather annoyed being there—really it was Thor’s idea to have him join to keep him out of trouble. “It was either this or join him in his adventures across space. Frankly I’d rather stay in one place after escaping the Void.”

Considering you all are some of the most powerful and intelligent kids on the planet, there is bound to be some restrictions. Likely y’all would be staying at Avengers compound or create your own base camp but there would still be oversight. If Fury is not dealing with the Kree then he and Maria are who y’all report to. Other than them, the veteran Avengers tend to look after you guys—like Sam and Clint. “So since you’re now Captain America and you’re technically retired, does that make Torres the Falcon and Bishop Hawkeye?” “If that’s what they want to go by. You’re still called Black Widow aren’t ya?” “Touché”

So there you have it. Shuri: The Black Panther, Joaquin: the Flacon, You: the Black Widow, Kate: Hawkeye, Kid Loki, & Elijah: The Patriot.

As expected you’re a rambunctious group of heroes. Sometimes y’all find yourselves in trouble when you weren’t planning on it. Trouble just finds you guys 90% of the time. Agent Everett Ross has a whole supply of advil because keeping track of you all gives him a headache. “You’re job was to get it, get the intel, and get the hell out of there. What went wrong?” “Well…….as you can see um….yeah I have no explanation. Shuri you got anything?” “Nope. Torres, you?” “I can’t even remember what we were doing there.”

One time on a mission you guys actually ran into the Thunderbolts and it was quite the scene. First of all you and Yelena were like, “Hey sis! What are you doing here?” Meanwhile Bucky was scolding Elijah & Torres and Walker was getting annoyed with Kid Loki’s tricks. Kate just looked out of place while Shuri was trying to calm everyone down, “It seems there has been a misunderstanding. Unless….it was the plan for all of us to be here.” “What are you saying, Shuri?” “I believe our teams were set up, white wolf. Why else would both of us be called to the same place, for the same exact thing, on the same day?”

Having a genius like Shuri on your team meant you guys were equipped with some of the best technological advances than anyone else. Even the Thunderbolts were envious of y’all’s artillery. Not only did Joaquin get an upgrade on his falcon wings, but Kate got high tech trick arrows, Elijah a vibranium shield, kid Loki with a scepter and you got some additions to your Widow’s bite and suit. “Shit, I feel like I could take down even Thanos with these.” “Try not to show them off to much, Widow. Secretary Ross is still trying to get me to develop stuff for the Thunderbolts and i’ve given him the impression I’m not even advancing our weaponry. So..keep it on the down low.”

After some time as a team, you guys would recruit Kamala Khan, RiRi Williams and Cassie Lang as y’all’s Ms. Marvel, IronHeart & Stinger. Peter Parker would eventually join, bringing in his buddy Ned and America Chavez who were Masters of The Mystic Arts. The team grew so large y’all could actually split you guys up when multiple missions came in. With their initiation, Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel, and Scott Lang joined Sam, Clint, Fury, Ross, and Hill as ‘chaperones’.

“So what do we call ourselves?” “The Young Avengers.” “Isn’t that a derivative?” “Yeah, but it sounds less menacing than Dark Avengers or the Thunderbolts. I mean we are Avengers…just we’re young so it fits.” “True…”

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[happypopcornprincess]

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!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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[writingdumpster]

duty

pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

warnings: sexual innuendos

word count: 1,200

summary: Joaquin tells you he wants to join the Air Force after the snap.

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You and Joaquin had been dating for two and a half years. You had just finished college and you were moving in together. And then the snap happened. You were both safe. You each lost a few friends and family members, but you had each other. It had been two weeks since the snap happened and you were adjusting to the new world. Everything was still in shambles as governments tried to rebuild as well as deal with all the problems that civilians faced. Joaquin hadn’t found a job since graduating, but he was getting offers left and right ever since the snap.

“I got another job offer today,” Joaquin said. The two of you were sitting on your couch watching television. Your legs were lying over his lap. You looked over at him.

“Yeah? You gonna take this one?” You asked. Joaquin was quiet. He was whenever you asked him about his job offers. “Baby, are you gonna tell me what you actually want to do?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You know which job you want to take, don’t you? You just don’t want to tell me,” you said. Joaquin sighed.

“I love you,” Joaquin said. You smiled.

“It’s just a job, J. I don’t know why you’re so worried about it,” you teased. Joaquin looked in your eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m not gonna take any of the job offers,” he said. You raised an eyebrow. “I want to join the Air Force.” The room was silent.

“The Air Force?” You repeated in question. Joaquin nodded. The silence was heavy. “Why?” You asked in a whisper. Joaquin could hear the betrayal you were feeling and felt his own heart snap.

“C’mere,” Joaquin called, holding his arms out to you. You sighed but scooted so that you were properly in his lap and he could have his arms around you. “There’s people who need help right now,” Joaquin said. “And I can help them so I have a duty to help.” You frowned.

“There’s a lot of different things you could do to help, J,” you said. “Didn’t you get an offer from the FBI and another from that senator’s office?” You asked. Joaquin smiled softly. He reached up, taking your face in his hand and running his thumb along your cheek.

“This is the way I want to help, mi amor. This is the way I think is best,” he said. You looked at him and shook your head. You tried to get up from his arms. “Baby, wait!” He managed to grab onto your hand, keeping you close.

“Why, Joaquin?” Joaquin frowned at the sound of his full name on your lips. You never used it anymore, always choosing to call him ‘J’ or another pet name. “Why is this the way you want to help?” You asked.

“I don’t know, mi amor,” Joaquin said honestly. You scoffed. “This is just what I feel calling to me.” You turned away from him, pulling your hand from his and crossing your arms across your chest. Joaquin dropped his head and looked at the floor. This conversation was not going well. He heard your sniffles. “Princesa?” Joaquin called, standing up. He ran a hand along your spine. You turned around and threw your arms around his middle, tucking your head into his neck.

“Please don’t leave me!” You cried. Joaquin sighed.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he murmured.

I’m sorry, my love.

“I need you,” you whimpered.

“I’ll still be with you, princesa,” he said. “I’m always with you.”

“J, please,” was all you managed to get out. Joaquin pressed his lips to your forehead as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“It’s going to be okay, mi amor,” he said. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“You don’t know that!” You snapped against his neck.

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“Then stay. Please just stay. I don’t want to lose you,” you begged as you buried your head in his shirt.

“You’re not losing me. Not ever, baby,” he told you. He was still gently stroking your hair, trying to bring you some semblance of comfort.

“J…” You started to protest more, but he cut you off

“I have to do this, baby,” he said into your ear. “It’s what I’m supposed to do. I can feel it.” You sighed.

“I hate how honorable you are,” you muttered. Joaquin smiled, feeling that the worst had passed.

“Oh, really?” He asked. “Because I had another honorable thing I wanted to ask you.” You pulled away to look him in the eyes, tear tracks still on your cheeks. Joaquin wiped them away.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Stay right here,” he said. You stood waiting in your living room while Joaquin rushed off to your bedroom. You heard him open his dresser before bounding back into the living room. He stopped in front of you, standing straight like a child who had been caught by a strict teacher. You chuckled despite the pain you were feeling. Suddenly he kneeled to the ground in front of you.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You gasped. Joaquin smiled softly.

“Proposing to you,” he said. “I know it’s kind of cliché to get married because I’m enlisting, but I love you, princesa. I want you to be my wife and I want you to be taken care of when I’m away,” he said. You had tears running down your face. “So, y/n l/n, will you please marry me?”

“Yes,” you whispered like it was a secret that only Joaquin could know. He grinned. He grabbed your hand and slid on the ring. You giggled happily. Joaquin rose to his feet once the ring was secured and you threw your arms around his neck. He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you more strongly than he ever had before.

“I love you,” you mumbled against Joaquin’s lips.

“I love you too, princesa,” he said.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said when he finally pulled away from the kiss. He smiled.

“I know,” he said. “But I hope this helps a little.” He took your hand in his, running his thumb over your ring.

“A little,” you said, leaning up to kiss Joaquin’s jawline.

“We won’t have time for a big wedding,” he told you.

“It’s okay. The only person I care about being there is you,” you assured him. “You have to wear a suit though.” Joaquin chuckled.

“You just like the way I look when I dress up,” he said.

“I’ll buy a white sundress,” you offered. Joaquin grinned.

“So, I’m wearing a suit and you’re in a sundress?” He teased.

“Are you saying you don’t want me in a sundress?” You asked.

“I didn’t say that,” he said. He kissed your nose. “I’ll wear a suit, mi amor.”

“I wish you had one of those sexy uniforms to wear,” you said. Joaquin chuckled.

“I’ll keep it on whenever I come home,” he said.

“Then you won’t have it on for long.”

#joaquin torres imagines #joaquin torres x reader #danny ramirez imagines #danny ramirez x reader

[websterss]

𝟓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: When you weren’t out fighting an enemy, you were busy chewing out Joaquin.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angsty, fluff, implied mentions of smut, mentions of the Blip/The Snap

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,793

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Joaquin Torres x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“So to my understanding, you just completely disregarded what I had to say about not going out and seeking out these Flag-Smashers?”

“No…” Joaquin tried playing it cool, hoping to find a way to escape your stern eyes staring him down.

“Oh yeah smartass…then where’d you get the black eye, huh? Don’t tell me nice old lady Cheryl from down the hall, gave you that?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“She’s not sweet as you may think. Woman’s got quite the right hook.” Joaquin smirked, slacking his jaw and finding all of this funny. “Stay away from her.” Joaquin pointed at you, as he leaned down to get a beer from the fridge.

“I’m not laughing Joaquin!” Any trace of you being happy was wiped away. “And that beer better be for your damn eye cause no way in hell are you drinking this conversation away!” You gestured between the both of you.

“Me? No, this is for you.” You stood there dumbfounded as he held the beer out for you. “This is for me.” He then set down the beer at the dinner table and picked up the first aid kit. He sat down and looked at you, feeling guilty. “How’d you know?” He crossed his hands together and leaned his forearms against his thighs.

You placed your hands on the chairs back and leaned forward. You blew a few strands of air out of your face before sighing. “Sam worries a lot about you ya know, which is convenient for me, especially when I don’t know where the hell you are.” You finally looked down at Joaquin. “He called me…told me to prepare for the breakdown he thought I was going to have.”

“And?” He pressed, wanting you to tell him how you were feeling.

“You lied to me again, Joaquin.” Your voice wavered.

Looks like that breakdown was coming sooner than you thought.

“All with good reason.” He nervously laughed.

“Good enough to be sleeping on the couch tonight?” You looked at him in question.

“No.” He stood up taking your hands in his. “Of course not!” He furrowed his brows in seriousness. “You know I don’t like lying to you-“

“Then why do you always do it?” You groaned.

“I don’t tell you mainly for my sake. The things I do, the people I go up against, Y/n. It’s not something I want you to be a part of or anywhere near.” He tilted his head to catch your averting eyes. “I would never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you.”

“You say it like I can’t kick your ass in under five seconds.” You scoffed. “Did you forget who taught you everything you know? You wouldn’t even be half as good as you are now, without me. It doesn’t even help the fact that you’re always looking for trouble, especially when I tell you not to, Joaquin. And it scares me.” You muttered.

“I’m just trying to make sense of these last five years that went by, especially because…” He trailed off, but you knew what he struggled to let slip past his lips.

You had been older than him at the time. Torres was merely a new recruit who had taken a liking to you, and while you found his infatuation cute, you couldn’t help but take him under your wing. You taught and helped him improve his fighting skills. Back then you outranked him. Now he out ranked you.

The blip didn’t help your relationship. It only reminded Torres of what he lost during the events of the Snap. You along with 50% of the population gone…vanished in an instant. Five years you couldn’t get back, and five years that took everything within Joaquin to get better, to get stronger. All while he thought of you. You were his motivation. And when he got you back. You hadn’t changed a bit. You were the same girl he was crushing on, still crushing on, only this time he was more confident in wanting to ask you out, even more so that you were now both the exact same age. 24.

“I know.” You nodded, letting him know that you knew what he meant. “It’s a lot for me to take in too.” You shook your head. “Five years.” You laughed. You were still in disbelief. Your emotions running wild, and the hard cold exterior wall you always put up, was still existent now. You didn’t like showcasing your emotions for everyone to see. So you did what you did best. You pushed them aside and moved along the conversation. “Anyway! Let’s see that eye of yours, huh?” You pushed off the chair and placed your hand on his chest. Shoving him back into the chair he pulled out. Joaquin let out a huff as he flopped down into the seat.

His chest rising and falling from the sudden action. You flipped opened the lid of the kit nonchalantly. Then gripped Joaquin’s jaw, maneuvering it to the side to inspect the injury he got.

“You don’t plan on attending any social gatherings anytime soon, right?” You joked, but Joaquin knew that you were also serious.

“No why?” He glanced up at you worriedly.

“No reason, but that bad boy is surely going to swell up so I’d put some ice on it.” You fiddled around with some bandages and alcohol wipes, head turned away from him as you talked.

“Does this officially get me in at the cool kids table?” He joked. “How do I look?” He squinted his eyes and did his best yet worst impression of a smolder.

“This gets you a night on the couch, and the title of “pure dumbass”. Congratulations, your initiated.” You gave him a fake smile. “And you look like you got your ass handed to you, how else would you look like?”

“You could always hand me yours?” He shrugged nonchalantly, then busted out in a fit of laughter as he blocked the hit you were trying to throw at him.

“Wanna make it two nights!” You scoffed a laugh as you tried to hit him again, but failed.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He smiled fondly trying to recover from his comment. “Can I at least get a kiss, ya know…to make my booboo feel better?” He pouted, making his eyes big.

“How about I slap you and make it hurt?” You pondered the idea.

“I can take it…” He seemed so sure of himself.

“No you can’t!” You mocked him with a laugh. “I can take it though. High tolerance for pain…I am all women after all.” You smirked gesturing to yourself.

“Is that an invitation to bed?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Oh look, I need this drink after all! Ha!” Your eyes grew wide in a smile. You picked up the beer popping the cap off and took a long sip.

“I’m sorry…” He suddenly blurred out as you looked at nothing in particular.

“For what?”

“Making you worry.” He shrugged. His bottom lip jutting out a bit.

“I always worry.” You played it off as if it was a normal thing for you to do.

“No, you stay up all night if I don’t check in. Which I didn’t do this time.” His eyes followed up to your own. “You don’t think I notice the signs, but I do…the bags under your eyes, the fidgeting.” He sighed. “You’re wearing my shirt for crying out loud.” You looked down and picked at the material. You straightened your back now giving him your full attention.

“I-I…” He stopped himself. Your eyes glistening.

“Say it.” You frowned gripping the back of the chair. “I just wanna hear you say it already.” Your voice cracking. “We waited this long have we not?”

Joaquin looked up at you. He sat up straighter and reached for your hand. “You knew?” His internal thoughts were going haywire.

Guess he didn’t see all the signs.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out that the young new recruit took a liking on his captain. The flirting, the slight touches when we’d train together, and the lingering looks. It was all there.” You looked down smiling at the slippers that adorned your feet. “That and the showers were not the best place to gossip out loud.” You giggled. You looked up to find him staring at you in shock.

“You knew all this whole time and let me think that I was being subtle about not trying to let my emotions show?”

“Joaquin nothing you do is subtle.” You laughed.

“Guess not.” He joined in on the laughter. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I love you. Just so we clear that up.” He put his hands out nodding.

“Well, I love you too, just so we’re clear.” You smirked down at him.

Joaquin felt great that his love for you was now put out in the air. He beamed happily, reaching for your other hand and guided you to sit on his lap. Both legs on either side of him. His hands securing you in place at the hips. You slowly relaxed your arms to rest around his neck. Playing around with the hair that sat at the nape of his neck.

“Hi.” He greeted you..

“Hi.” You bit your lip, trying not to show your excitement.

“Come here often?” He asked, he pretended to act curious.

“Oh yeah, all the time.” You nodded, playing along.

“Think I can change your mind about my sleeping arrangements?” He muttered softly leaning in ever so slightly.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” You smirked.

#joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres imagines #joaquin torres oneshot #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x fem!reader #my gif #writings by juls

[moonlight-prose]

♱ OVER THE MOON ♱

a/n: i haven't written for this man in awhile and i really really miss it. so don't be surprised if writing this fic inspires more after kinktober is over. also we'll just all pretend that i actually posted this on the eleventh and i'm not a week behind.

day eleven - praise kink + edging | kinktober 2022

summary: he loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

word count: 956

pairing: joaquín torres x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, fingering, edging, praise, spit kink a bit, fluff.

Music filtered from the living room to the bedroom—a soft crooning voice singing in Spanish about a love they held for someone wholeheartedly. A love that you understood; one you kept close to your heart like a well guarded secret you didn’t wish to reveal. He seemed to do the same. Always whispering to you his praises, his words of devotion that made your pulse quicken and heart beat solely for him.

A ragged breath was all you could hear as his fingers curled right where you needed them to. His lips formed a smile the second he heard you make a sound—having gone quiet after the fourth time he proceeded with his actions. For an hour you’d been spread out on the bed, your body glistening in sweat while he worked his fingers between your thighs. Bringing you right to where you needed him before pulling away.

After the third time you were begging him to let you cum and by the fourth you’d lost all ability to even form words let alone say them.

He kissed a path up your chest, thumb spreading slick along your clit until you were taking in gasps of shuddered breaths. It was a fight to remain sane—each thrust of his fingers nearly shoving you over the edge. Yet it wasn’t enough to give you that final push, not enough for you to finally feel that blissful release you were throbbing for.

“Joaquín—” His fingers curled again, ripping a moan from you. “Shit,” you sighed, your eyes shutting on their own accord as you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, taking in the sight of you wanton with pleasure. “You’re doing so good for me baby,” he said, each word causing his lips to brush against yours. “So fucking pretty taking my fingers like this.”

You whined, chasing his kiss, the thrusts of fingers, anything you could get to bring you that maddening euphoria you were longing for. It was as if heaven and hell were waging war within your body. One fighting for the damning pleasure that spread through every inch of your being and the other attempting to rein in control just to hear more of his praise.

“I–I can’t—”

Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he bit down on it gently—the tangy taste of you on his mouth from earlier now spreading along your own lips. It made your mind reel, your vision blurry with every swipe of his thumb along your clit and fingers plunging into your dripping cunt. Spit trailed down your chin as he pulled away, your lip falling from his mouth with a pop and leaving it swollen. Just the sight of his brown eyes growing even darker at the sight of you completely at his mercy made your walls clench, a pathetic moan being swallowed by his lips.

“I know you can do it querida,” he mumbled, licking up the trail of spit. “You’re so good. One more and I’ll let you cum. Can you do that for me baby?”

You preened underneath his praise, moaning into his mouth as he sped up. Shocks spread up your spine with each stroke of his fingers, the building of pressure in your stomach almost painful. But you fought against the urge to finally give in. Digging your nails into his back, you held onto the last bit of control you had, clutching it so tight you were afraid it would snap in two.

“Yes,” you managed to get out, your thighs shaking from the oversensitivity of holding out for so long. “Yes I’ll—fuck!”

A smile flashed across his face, his thumb pressing down even more on your clit and sending your head back into the pillow. You wondered if your heart actually stopped, if you were even still breathing from how tight each muscle was.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, caressing your cheek as you gasped for air. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

You nodded frantically, head spinning from the pleasure burning its way through your body. “Yours.”

“Alright baby.” Pressing a kiss to your chest, he felt the last strands of your control snap. “Cum for me.”

Crying out his name so loud it bounced off the walls, your back bowed off the bed—head digging into his pillow. He was everywhere. His warmth covering your body, scent filling your senses and words echoing in your mind. You wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was the gravity holding you down to earth and the weightlessness that carried you into the sky. Your own version of equilibrium.

He kissed along your neck, scraping his teeth against the skin as your walls contracted around his fingers that still pumped steadily into you. Words of how pretty you looked while you came, how he couldn’t wait to taste you again, were pressed into each kiss, each brush of his lips against yours. It all blended together until all that you could process, all that you felt was him.

Whimpering, you finally came back down to earth, blindly grasping for his hand to cease his movements altogether. He did so within seconds, knowing the ins and outs of your body better than you did.

“I got you,” he breathed, forehead leaning against yours. “I’ve always got you.”

It was more true than anything you’d heard in your life. More real than the fucking universe. You sunk into it like a pool of water—drowned yourself in him just as he did with you. He loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

#joaquin torres x reader #joaquín torres x you #joaquín torres x f!reader #joaquin torres smut #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres #tfatws #my writing #kinktober 2022

[make-me-imagine]

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

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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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[fluffyprettykitty]

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! &lt;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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[buckysmischief]

designated spider killer - 1

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: none?

AN: I'm wrapping up this story after uploading this so I promise this will actually be completed lol. I've missed writing, it's actually fun again. I'm a little rusty though, hope y'all enjoy :)

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