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Pairing: Joaquín Torres x fem! reader 

A/N: Guys i think the serotonin kicked in! Let's not jinx it though LOL. Here's a little drabble/oneshot Based off of the highschool sweetheart headcanons!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to  anything Marvel related, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot.

Warnings !: none, I think?

Sam was convinced that you weren’t real. 

It’s not necessarily because he thought that Joaquín would lie about having a wife, more he hadn’t expected a man so young to be married. 

Yet, here he stands, in the living room of you and Joaquín’s home, the space cozy and decorated in what seem to be years worth of countless memories shared between you and the boy he had grown fond of. 

While you and Joaquín focus on making dinner, he takes his time looking at all of the pictures. 

One that immediately catches his eye is one of the two of them, obviously much younger. Joaquín’s got on a black long sleeve and black pants. You’re dressed in a simple blue and white chiffon, A-line dress that ends at your knees. Joaquín’s arm slightly hovers over your waist, in the sort of awkwardness only a teenage boy can manage. Must have been for some sort of school dance, Sam deduces.

Joaquín steps away for a moment, going over to Sam. He smiles at the memory.

“That’s from our first homecoming dance together. My mom had to keep fixing my hair from how much I was fussing with it…I was nervous.” He chuckles. Sam bites back any witty comments he may have, solely because of how earnestly he talks about it.

Sam continues to look at the various pictures.

There’s one after what looks like his BMT graduation.

You and Joaquín’s faces are streaked with tears, but you’re laughing as he kisses the back of your knuckles. It’s sweet, but Sam can’t help but chuckle.

“You cried?” He teases gently, with no real malice behind his words. Joaquín huffs, pouting slightly at his mentor.

“It was an emotional day!” He tries to defend himself, but Sam can only laugh more. 

You wander over curiously, leaving the oven unattended for just a moment. You wrap your arms around Joaquín’s waist leaning your head against his chest. Sam looks over just one more.

The last picture he looks at is of you and Joaquín’s college graduation. You both have black robes on and the classic Miami green, orange, and white colored stolls over your shoulders. Joaquín’s on one knee, and your hands are over your mouth, obviously in shock. The moment when he proposed to you.

“That one is probably my favorite.” You say, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” Joaquín asks, his head tilting to look at you.

“That’s when I knew I was gonna spend forever with you.” 

Sam watches as Joaquín melts. He wraps his arms around you, and squeezes you tight for just a moment before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Sam smiles at the sight.

You were most definitely real. There was no doubt in Sam’s mind that the two of you were perfect for each other.

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Did I mean to go absolutely radio silent for multiple weeks? No. But i’m having a really rough time JDBSHXBSJDB. I’ll be fine but FUCK I am being tested. I’ve got ideas for fics but absolutely no time or motivation to write and it’s pissing me off. Anyways, I do see the fic requests, so please keep giving them and i promise i will get to it, and hopefully soon.

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happy 2k!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Thank you so so much for 2k followers! I can't even fathom that many people enjoying my work and my posts. This celebration will once again be pretty simple, send me an emoji correlating to the category

This will last from April 6 - April 20

✒️: Send me a prompt number from the list and which character you want (Anakin, Qimir, Joaquin, JJ). I'll write a blurb based on that prompt.

- If you have a short au/scenario you want me to use, you may ask but keep my rules in mind

- you may only send up to two prompts for each request

✏️: Give me a concept and a character and let's talk about it!

🎲: ask games(truth or dare, would you rather, fmk, etc.)

❓️: Get to know me! Choose a number from the list and I'll answer honestly

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[writermai05]

so i did say you guys would be feed some joaquin worries head canons while im writing part 2, so here they are!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 | 𝗷𝗼𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗚𝗡!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲

↳ you guys meet at a coffee shop — hear me out though! the beginning scene from anyone but you, he fakes you being his wife so you can use the restroom

↳ but this one doesn’t end as you two bring mutals and being enemies, this is the happy ending of you two going on an actual date

↳ he’s actually really good at picking spots to go to for date nights, you two go to places you don’t even know exist

↳ for those nights you two stay in? oh my gosh, when you say that he’s the best cook ever? you mean it.

↳ he cooks you all kinds of mexican dishes, he makes enchiladas, tortas, tacos, sopes, mole and pozole

↳ enough with the food talk now

↳ he’s SUCHH a family man, you don’t even understand

↳ when he takes you to a family gathering, you’re so nervous and about to jump out the car

↳ “what if they don-“ “they’re going to like you babe, they like everyone!” in the conversation you both have in the car before getting off

↳ you two walk in and you swore his mom looked at you angry then a sense of joy came upon her seeing you were with her son

↳ joaquin’s mom? nah. that’s your best friend now! you two have been talking and texting nonstop since you met her

↳ even when it’s not about joaquin, you’re always asking her for cooking advice or even advice about joaquin

↳ “he’s been acting strange, he goes away when we’re not together, he never answers the phone when he’s gone, and hes a little too secretive about his second phone”

↳ besides him being a little odd when he’s away, he’s such a gentle man

↳ ever since you met him, he’s never let you open any door for yourself or anything, and he makes sure of it too

↳ when it’s that time of the month? gone or away, you’ll receive his own little care package he made himself of stuff he knows you like, down to the candy, a pair of socks, a heating pad and even a blanket sometimes

↳ you always swear you’re going to marry him

↳ he gets you a puppy for your guys’ anniversary

↳ he says it’s for when he’s on his oddly long periods of time …. and you bring that up too

↳ “joaquin?” you say with the cutest smile on your face, “yes y/n?” “where do you you even go in those times you just leave me alone?”

↳ that starts a pretty heated conversation, you get worried on if you two would break up but it ends in him admitting he’s the falcon

↳ honestly you didn’t see or believe it at first since you didn’t notice any similarities between the two

↳ then when he pointed out when you’d see the green suited man on the news … the same times he’d be gone

↳ everything had just made a bit more sense now

↳ honestly you couldn’t even be mad at him, because you’re boyfriend being a superhero? holy shart

↳ you soon forgive him to getting angry at the fact he would disappear, all was now okay knowing he was safe in these situations

↳ but then you hit him because he didn’t tell you sooner, “why would this be a secret!?” he explains he didn’t want you to worry

↳ you weren’t even mad at that part, you were just mad because that’s such a cool thing to hide

↳ “you make me seem lame, my super secret is that i eat all the nutella when you’re gone!” “so that’s where it goes…i know im not crazy”

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a/n: please lmk if this was any good T-T also i want to start a taglist but im not sure how to make the link, but once i find out ill make one for each character i write!

[writermai05]

just putting it out there but what if joaquin torres and busy woman. not sure if its a perfect match but maybe an au?

wait i actually love this!!

i offer you this, please let me know if you want a part 2 and i’ll write it *insert mischievous fly rubbing hangs together*

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 | 𝗷𝗼𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗚𝗡!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cursing, fighting, angst, and angry y/n! and joaquin! not a warning but the song is titled busy woman but i tried my best to make this a gn!reader

𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿!

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“you know, if you weren’t so busy, we’d probably be having a great time right now.”

you roll your eyes, shoving your feet into your shoes as you balance your phone between your shoulder and ear. another meeting, another last-minute change of plans. you barely have time to glance at him before you press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“i know, i know. rain check?”

he just hums, watching you rush out the door like you always do. and you know it’s not fair.

it’s not like you don’t want to see him. of course you do. but between work, the endless responsibilities, the constant feeling that if you stop moving everything will fall apart—you just keep pushing him to the side, promising yourself you’ll make it up to him later.

but later keeps getting further away.

missed calls stack up. texts go unanswered for hours. plans get made, then rescheduled, then canceled. and through it all, joaquin stays. he stays with that half-amused, half-exasperated expression, hands in his pockets, waiting.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

until one night, he calls instead of texting.

“do you even wanna see me, or am i just here when you have a free second?”

his voice isn’t sharp, isn’t angry. it’s worse than that—it’s tired. worn down. like he already knows the answer but is asking anyway, just to hear you say it.

you shut your laptop, pressing your fingers to your temple. exhaustion seeps into your bones, but it’s not just from work anymore. it’s from this. from knowing you’re hurting him, knowing you don’t mean to, and knowing that doesn’t make it any better.

“joaquin, you know i do. i just—there’s so much going on.”

a pause. silence stretches between you, thick and heavy, before he exhales a quiet, bitter chuckle. the kind that isn’t really a laugh at all.

“yeah, baby, i know. you’re a busy woman.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, hating the way his words sink into your chest like a weight you can’t shake. because he’s busy too. he’s not just joaquin, the guy who leans against your doorframe with that teasing smirk. he’s the falcon. a superhero. he’s out there saving people, putting his life on the line, yet somehow—somehow—he still makes time for you.

and what do you do? you cancel plans. you leave his texts on read. you tell him next time like that’s a promise instead of another excuse.

he should be the one too busy for you. but he isn’t. he never is.

“joaquin, i—” your voice cracks, and you hate that you don’t even know what you’re about to say.

but what excuse could possibly be enough? what words could make up for the nights he’s spent wondering if he’s just another thing on your to-do list, something to be checked off when it’s convenient?

so when he sighs, low and tired, and says, “get some sleep, alright?” you don’t try to stop him from hanging up.

and when you’re left alone in the quiet, the weight of it all finally sinks in.

maybe the problem isn’t that you’re busy. maybe the problem is that, eventually, he’s going to stop waiting. and if you don’t figure this out soon, you’re going to turn around and realize he’s already gone.

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a/n: i tried to write this as the best i could, hope you like it >u<

[writermai05]

me rn:

Joaquin Torres x first time girlfriend!reader

A/n: I've never been in a relationship but this is an insecurity of mine

You've never had a boyfriend before Joaquin so you were still new to the whole relationship thing. You didn't know how close to get or how soon you were able to do certain things. Were you able to hug him at random times or would he find that weird? Could you hold his hand yet or was that too soon? Would it be odd to kiss him just because he looked so damn gorgeous sitting there?

You settled on just letting him take the initiative for all the physical touch. Luckily for you, Joaquin loved it. He practically lived for touching you whenever he could.

He'd have a hand in yours or on your lower back when you're walking. He'd put his arm over your shoulder when you're snuggled up on the couch. He loved to hug you from behind as you cook. He was insanely touch starved and you weren't complaining. You just wished you knew how to do the same.

"Angel?" He interrupts your thoughts when he sees you reach for nothing. His head rests on your shoulder, watching you prepare dinner.

"Hm?" You absently hum back.

"You already cut them all." You snap out of your daze and look down to see that you did indeed cut all of the vegetables already. You were so in your head that you didn't even realize.

He notices your absent mind as he hugs you from behind. "Hey, what's up? Where are you?"

You look at him over your shoulder confused. "What do you mean I'm right here?" You awkwardly chuckle.

"No. Where's your head at?" He taps on your forehead and you giggle before pushing his finger away. You turn around to face him, his hands still holding your waist.

Your smile drops and you take a deep sigh, trying to find the words you're trying to express. Joaquin doesn't rush you, he waits patiently as you gather your thoughts. "Do you think I'm a good girlfriend?"

"What?" He looks confused and you don't blame him. It's a random question.

"Nevermind just forge-" you move to turn back around but he prevents you from doing so.

"Hey no, why do you ask that? Why wouldn't you be a good girlfriend?" He strokes your cheek so you could look at him.

"I just feel like I'm not doing enough. You always carry my purse when we're out, you always pay for my food, you open doors for me, you always initiate the physical touch. I just feel like I'm not doing my part as a girlfriend but I don't know how to be one." He nods in understanding, processing the situation.

"To answer your question, I don't think your a good girlfriend." You pout and look away but he's quick to make you look at him again. "I think you're the best girlfriend! You cook for me, you buy me things without me having to ask, you care for me and so much more. Just because my love language is physical touch, that doesn't mean it has to be yours too. I can hold back if you want."

"No it's not that. I want to initiate it, I just don't know how. What if I make you uncomfortable?"

Joaquin sighs. He takes your hand and brings it up to his cheek to hold his face. "Mi amor, you can never make me uncomfortable. You can touch me whenever you want and I will love every second of it, I promise. I just want you to be comfortable with me."

You smile and lift your other hand to hold his other cheek. He sighs in content and leans further into your touch, silencing your insecurities even more. "Thank you for understanding. I'm still getting used to being someone's girlfriend."

"There's no need to thank me for that. We're a team. I'm just glad you're communicating with me." He kisses the palm of your hand and let's you continue to cook.

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MCU Masterlist

Joaquín Torres

Headcanons

HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEART! Joaquín Torres

Joaquín Torres x Avenger! Reader

Oneshots

Tapping Joaquín out from BMT

Under the Weather

[writermai05]

I will NEVER forgive incels for ruining this for me

I still haven't come to terms with the fact we won't see more of Qimir's story.

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Under the Weather

Summary: Joaquín takes care of you when you’re not feeling good. 

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x fem! reader 

A/N: This is honestly a self call out. I had (have?) the flu recently, and it fucking sucks. Take good care of yourselves guys 😭 You can imagine this as a High school Sweetheart! Reader extension fic, as it takes place when you and Joaquín are students at the University of Miami.

Word Count: 1,329

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to  anything Marvel related, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot.

Warnings !: Having the flu, reader is stressed and overworking herself. Not revised, we die like men. 

Joaquín had warned you that this would happen. You’d spent the entire semester really pushing it, working full time at the University of Miami’s  student complex, being a full time student with 15 credit hours, and being heavily involved in student organizations. It was exactly what you had wanted, and nothing was going to stop you…that is until your body started to betray you. 

You figured it was because it was almost finals week, and that if you could just last until spring break, you would finally stop feeling so shitty. Maybe if you just completed your assignments during your nine hour shifts, and if you took naps in between work and extracurriculars, you’d be fine. People do it all the time, and so could you! Like, what’s one more shift gonna do? That was, until you hit the four hour mark. Staring at the computer at your front desk, a headache began to rear its ugly head right into your temples. Before you knew it, you had tried everything. Lowering the brightness on the computer, putting on blue light glasses while you studied, anything to prevent your eyes from the harsh blue lighting of the technology you were nose deep in, as well as the bright white lights overhead to worsen the migraine you felt coming on. But hey, you only had two more hours of work left. You could do this. You toughed it out, clocking out early and scrambling back to your dorm room as fast as you could. 

The next morning, you felt even worse. You were supposed to go on a lunch date with Joaquín today, but with the way you were feeling right now? Fat chance. You shot him an apologetic text, explaining how you weren’t feeling too good, and that you’d probably have to reschedule that date. Ever the sweetheart, Joaquín had said it was no problem, and to feel better soon. Feeling an ounce of relief, you took some tylenol and went back to bed. Hopefully tomorrow was better. 

Except it wasn’t. Neither was the day after that. Not wanting to worry your boyfriend, you had told Joaquín that you were fine, just a little bit under the weather. You should have known that that would not be enough to satisfy the worries of your ever loving boyfriend. About an hour later, you heard a knock on your door. Begrudgingly, you slithered out of bed, your sinuses clogged and your head pounding and opened the door, only to be face to face with the very person you were hoping would not see you like this. 

Joaquín’s face flooded with concern the moment he heard your slow footsteps from outside your door. He had just spent the last hour getting medicine to help you feel better, but to actually see you in this state was crazy. He had just seen you on Friday before he went to the gym! You had looked fine then, tired, but everyone was tired. Finals were in two weeks. He promptly entered your studio dorm, pushing you by the shoulders gently back to your bed. He had you set on the edge while he gently cradled your face, looking you over.

“Jesus, Angel, you do not look okay.” He brushed a hand up against your forehead, trying to check your temperature. Warm but not hot. No fever. 

“Thanks, Quino, I missed you too.” You mumble back sarcastically. You couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of his hands on your face, you felt so shitty. Joaquín deadpans at you, pushing you to lay down on your bed. You oblige, not having the willpower to protest. 

“You know what I mean. You’ve been sick since Saturday, why didn’t you let me know sooner?” You shrug in response, eyes fluttering shut. You hear as he digs around in the bags he was holding, and subsequently as he presses something to your chest. You open your eyes to see a box. It’s a flu test. 

“Take that.” He says simply. He grabs the bag of things he had brought and walks over to your little kitchen area. 

As you open the box and take the test, he unloads a series of groceries and some tupperware containers, navigating your kitchen as if it were his own. He grabs a pot and pours one of the tupperware containers into the pot, turning it on and beginning to heat it up. About 10 minutes later, the test is ready and it’s confirmed; you do in fact have the flu. You walk over and show him the test, to which he hums and rubs your shoulder with his freehand. 

“Go lay down, Baby.” He murmurs.

“What are you making?” Your voice is somewhere in between congested and gravely from coughing. 

“My Mamá made caldo de pollo. She heard you weren’t feeling good, and told me to come pick this up and bring it to you.” Your heart warms at his words. You lean your head against his shoulder for a moment. 

“She is an angel on earth.” You mumble. He squeezes your hip gently before patting your side, reminding you to go rest.

“It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Just need to heat it up for you.” You nod, and go back to bed, laying down while he gets it ready. 

Once that finishes he brings it back to you, placing it in your lap with a kitchen towel so that it doesn’t burn your lap. You mumbles a thank you and takes a sip of it, singing in relief when the hot liquid goes down your sore throat. Joaquín pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

“What happened? You were fine when I saw you last.” 

“I don’t know. Had a headache before I finished work on Friday, and I was a little congested but I thought it was allergies. Then I woke up on Saturday feeling awful.”

“You mean during your double?” He raises an eyebrow, continuing to stroke your hair gently. 

“Yeah-”

“On top of everything else? The assignments for class and such? I thought you were like, super stressed on Thursday.”

“I mean-”

“Baby, don’t you think that maybe your stress is playing a bigger part in you getting sick?” He asks gently.

“Maybe. But it’s almost finals week, that’s normal.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been doing this for like, the entire semester already. You just get so focused on everyone and everything else that you neglect everything else, and since you’re so stressed, your immune system is weak, and you get sick, basically forcing you to stop for a while.” You sigh. You know that he’s right, but you’re stubborn. 

“I can’t just stop. Nothing’s gonna stop for me. My assignments are going to keep piling up whether I'm sick or not, so I have no choice but to keep going.” He gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as he speaks. 

“Maybe. But you can email your manager and professors and let them know, ‘hey, I’m sick, I can’t come in.’ or ‘I have the flu, my assignments are gonna be turned in late.’ They’ll understand. I promise you, it’s not that serious. Everything will be fine. They’ll find a way to get it covered for you.” You sigh, but nod in reluctant agreement. He presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Good. Give me your laptop, I'll email them for you. Have you left your room yet?”

“...No.” 

“...We can go on a walk later. I bought you a couple things from the pharmacy.” He grabs the bag from the kitchen, pulling out the various medicines.

“Cough drops, Tylenol in case you have a fever, nasal decongestant, Nyquil to help you sleep, Theraflu-” 

“Buy me the whole pharmacy, why don’t you?” You joke, continuing to drink the soup. Joaquín chuckles, putting the bag on the floor.

“For you? Of course I would.” Your face felt warm, and no—it wasn’t just the soup or the flu.

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joaquín torres does in fact dance and this was exactly what i was talking about in my headcanons thank you very much

He's so cute 😭 I need his energy in my life

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good shit right here

Save a horse, ride a cowboy!

Summary: Shipped off to her grandparents’ ranch for the summer to for punishment, you expected boredom, not Anakin—the boy who seemed to enjoy pushing your buttons more than doing actual work around the ranch.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6 (coming soon!)

PART 7 (coming soon!)

PART 8 (coming soon!)

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everytime there’s a new joaquin torres x filipina! reader, a fairy gains its wings

My Pretty Boy

Summary: You decide to take care of Joaquin after a rough training session with Sam and Isaiah

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Filipina!reader

Warnings: stripping(non sexual), taking a bath together, kissing, pet names, fluff

A/n: the reader being filipina isn't a huge deal in this she just uses a few tagalog pet names/terms.

Joaquin drags his feet as he walks into your shared home. His limbs are weak and his eyes are droopy. His whole body feels like mush. He plops down on the couch, his face smushed against the cushions.

You watch him from one of the lounge chairs. "Joaquin? You okay tangi?" You let out a light chuckle as he groans out in response.

"I can't feel my body," you hear him mumble, his words a bit unclear due to his face being squished against the couch. You get up from your spot and make your way over to the couch.

"I'm guessing training with Isaiah and Sam was rough?" You nudge his head, signalling for him to move over. He sits up just enough for you to sit down before laying his head on your lap. You rake your fingers through his curly hair and he let's out a "mmm" sound.

"That old man can punch, goddamn." He moves his body so he's facing the ceiling. "He literally punched a punching bag across the room like it was nothing!" You smile as you listen to him speak, still petting his hair. "I swear I could barely get a hit in. Meanwhile Sam was dodging him with ease!"

"Well he is more experienced than you Joaquin. He did fight aliens." He shrugs in agreement.

"I don't think Isaiah likes me very much. My body is so sore I don't even know how I made it home in one piece." He shifts so that he's more uncomfortable.

"How about I run you a warm bath? It's been a long day for my pretty boy." He blushes at the nickname but nods at your offer. You kiss his hand before getting up, making him pout now that he can no longer use you as his pillow.

When you walk back out to let him know his bath is ready, he's knocked out asleep. You wander over to him to gently wake him up, but not before taking a few pictures. You know what you'll be posting on his birthday. "Joaquin, mahal your bath is ready." One of his eyes squints open and a teasing smirk makes it's way on his face and you already know he's about to suggest something.

"Will you join me? You know I can only fully relax when you're with me." He gives you that smile that he knows makes you weak in the knees, makes you fold instantly. How can you say no to his cute face?

"Fine, only because you're so cute and in pain." You give him a kiss before tugging him up by his hand.

He gets in the tub first, the warm water instantly soothing his aching muscles. He watches in awe and adoration as you strip yourself. Your beauty is so breathtaking. He holds out his hand to help you in so you won't slip. You lean back against his chest and he wraps his arms around you.

"Feeling better?" You ask.

"Mhm much" he mutters against your neck. He continues to place kisses along your neck and shoulder. You let out a sigh and lean in closer to him.

"I went out today."

"Yeah?" He mutters against your shoulder.

"I got some puto..." He smiles against your skin, the memory of the first time he heard of puto crosses his mind. "I picked up some enchiladas from that place you like for you too."

"Thank you mi amor." He tugs at your shoulder, signaling for you to turn around so that you're straddling his lap. He kisses you passionately, pulling you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss.

With your lips still connected, you start to massage his shoulders. He groans in appreciation and leans his head back. You took the opportunity to leave a few kisses along his neck as well. "Fuck you're so good to me," he groans and you smile against his neck.

When the water got cold, the two of you got out and changed into comfier clothes. You're currently sitting on the counter, devouring your 4th puto treat of the day. "Lemme have a bite," Joaquin stands between your legs and leans in to take a bite but you pull away with furrowed brows. "Nuh uh you get your own!"

He rolls his eyes, "I just want a bite Ms Stingy!" You roll your eyes and reluctantly give in. He lets you have a bit of his enchilada in return.

"Hey" he nudges your knee.

"Hm?"

"Mahal kita my beautiful girl" you look at him, he's already smiling at you. His eyes are so full of love for you.

You smile too and kiss him "Te amo my pretty boy."

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JOAQUÍN TORRES X AVENGER! READER HEADCANONS

A/N: Here are my headcanons based off of @davinashifts333 requests! I am currently rewatching TFATWS to write an actual imagine, but if y'all have ideas do leave a message in my inbox! I'm nice, I promise.

You were naturally born with mimicry powers. It pretty much gave you a leg up in all things growing up. 

The two specific ones being memory mimicry, and skill replication. You could watch someone do something once and instantly pick up how to do it. With the touch of a shoulder, or a brush of fingertips you can see their memories. 

It was pretty cool being able to do all these things…up until when you got older.

As a young person, you couldn’t control when or what memories you would see when you touched other people. Sometimes all of them would blow through your brain, and leave you with information overload. Just mentally and sometimes physically exhausted.

Enter: SHIELD.

Originally, you were contacted for your proven academic excellence at 18, having just graduated high school. Everyone at your school knew you were a wiz kid. 

Scouted by the government to work for various organizations until you finally decided to try being a SHIELD agent

Straight into training you went. Working right under Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. Nick Fury knew it would be easy to gain intel if you were the person undercover. The attack on New York happened not too long after you joined

Took about two years until you were on the front lines working with Steve and Natasha closely. 

Then everything went to shit when SHIELD (Hydra) fell. That’s when you met Sam.

Ever loyal to Steve, you too were on the run with the both of them. When you took temporary refuge at Sam’s house, you kind of got to know him.

He immediately noted the intense set of your eyes despite your young face. The way you almost always look far away, like you’re in another place. He reached out to shake your hand and you literally dodged it. 

Sam is like the first person you open up to. It takes a while, but you feel comfortable with him (Probably because of his past as a councilor. He’s just got a reassuring and kind vibe.)

Very older brother and little sister type beat. That’s why when it came time to choose a side during Civil War, you followed Sam. 

Of course it led to you both being imprisoned in the raft for a little, but hey, Steve got you out!

When you came back after the blip, you made sure to stay in touch with Sam. You weren’t sure if the hero life was for you after…all that, so for about a year, you did your own thing, got an apartment in DC and lived your life, even starting an organization to help people who were displaced by the blip

Until Sam gave up the shield

You weren’t mad per say, but confused and weirdly hurt by him wanting to put the Shield in the Smithsonian

However, you were mad when they gave John Walker the shield, not even a week later. (I waited for three and a half years…white man did it in one week.)

This agitated you enough to put your suit back on.

This also led you to meet pretty boy for the first time LOL (you STAY winning)

You guys got along pretty quickly, Joaquín is just so golden retriever like that you naturally felt yourself folding for his every request

He was a big fan of your work, both on and off the field.

Only started dating after a year of being friends, because you were very hesitant initially. Not because you didn’t like Joaquín or vice versa, but because you were scared. I mean come on, you spend your years in highschool being top of your class, immediately going into being a SHIELD agent, got blipped for five years, not to mention you have a power that people generally don’t trust…no prospects. 

Unfortunately for you, Joaquín does not subscribe to that train of thought WHATSOEVER. He worships the ground you walk on, almost literally.

Y’all are such a power couple. 

Sometimes you’ll be flirting over the comms on a mission and Sam has to tell you to “Shut the hell up” before he barfs mid flight. 

For a while, you kind of fear giving him any sort of physical affection/touch, just because you’re afraid of unintentionally invading his privacy from your powers (You may be better at controlling them now rather than before, but this man makes all sense of control leave your mind)

Once again though, Joaquín does not give a fuck

He’s touchy. It’s in his nature. Obviously he doesn’t push you, and is very understanding of why you’re hesitant, but if you’re only holding back because you’re scared of hurting him, despite actually craving his affection? He’ll take matters into his own hands (Literally!) 

Sometimes you get really overstimulated. Sometimes you can’t quite tell what memories are your own, or all the skills that you replicate get overwhelming and give you bad headaches. 

Joaquín always helps you through them. He’ll get you medicine and massage your temples, scratch at your scalp gently until all the thoughts go away. 

Joaquín’s touch becomes one of the only ones that you don’t fear. 

He’s the best ever :(

[writermai05]

RAHHH FILIPINOS 🇵🇭

Joaquin Torres x Filipina!reader cultural misunderstanding

You open the door and head straight for the kitchen, ready to dig in to the delicious treats you just bought. Joaquin walks out from the bedroom at the sound of you finally arriving home.

You smile when you see him. "Hey! Do you want some puto?" You open the bag and take out the container.

He furrows his eyebrows, taken aback. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" He places a hand on his chest in offense.

You look up at him confused and then you realize. "Hm? Ohhhh no puto! The dessert!" You open the container to show him the steamed rice cake desserts that you're about to devour.

His face relaxes when he realizes you didn't mean to be rude. "Yeah, sure I'll try it."

[writermai05]

HIII :) FIRSTLY! I love your Joaquin fics so much! please do more like Avenger reader who knew same before they both blipped and he asks her to help him in TFAWS timeline when he meets Joaquin so she meets Joaquin at the same time and they kind of become the new Cap's Trio in a way? or anything at the point, ya girl is STARVED OF JOAQUIN CONTENT! again, love your works! <3 (this is all just a request no need to actually do it!)

omg yes ;-; i’ve got ideas but it’s been a FAT minute since i’ve seen TFATWS so i’ll get on that and hopefully be back asap

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hello, hello, tis i, anon that requested the tapping out of joaquín; just back to say thank ya and that it was really well done :]

aghhh! thank you! glad you liked it, and thanks for requesting it! :D

[writermai05]

oh please, please, please go into heavy detail about tapping joaquín out at his graduation, i neeeed it 🙏🙏

Well...since you asked so nicely!

Tapping Joaquín out at his BMT Graduation :)

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x fem! reader

A/N: I know that Top Gun is the Navy, therefore this gif isn't accurate. I doubt y'all give a shit whether or not my military accuracy is the greatest, but I do kinda know what i'm talking about LOL (I have a couple family members in the airforce). Also, I was gonna do headcanons and then it spiraled into this...let me know if it's okay.

Word Count: 1,157

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to anything Marvel related, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. I also had to make up / guesstimate a timeline since it's not to clear as to what age Joaquín is supposed to be, just that he survived the blip.

Warnings !: Mentions of taking place during the blip (only a warning because reader doesn't have any family members who survived it.)

Your flight was late last night. You would’ve been there yesterday, but due to an unfortunate series of flight delays and cancellations, you had been stuck in Miami longer than anticipated.

Luckily, Joaquín’s mother and abuela had gotten in just fine, so they were able to spend the day with him, watching the morning run and his coin ceremony. Joaquín had eagerly sent over pictures as soon as he got his phone back, the three of them at the Alamo, and at various locations around San Antonio. Your heart banged with sadness at the notion of not being able to be there, but ever the gentleman, he reassured you that it wasn’t your fault. 

Now here you were again, early in the morning at the Lackland Air force base with his mother and abuela, just waiting for the graduation to start. You had driven them onto base, seeing as neither of them had a military ID, but you were happy to do it. Your leg was anxiously bouncing on the metal bleachers. His mom tells you how yesterday at his ceremony he was awarded as the best BMT graduate. It surprises you since he hadn’t mentioned it in any of the letters he wrote to you, but the more you think about it, that is exactly something that he would do. There’s a cool breeze blowing at your hair, despite it being August, and the sun is slowly rising. Joaquín’s mother, Esperanza, gently lays her hand on your knee. 

“Cálmate, Mija. It’ll be okay.” She gently rubs circles onto your skin, hoping to soothe whatever nerves you may have. You put your hand over hers, squeezing it gently. Ever since you lost your family members in the blip, Joaquín’s family had 

“I know, Mamá. It’s just…we haven’t been separated since we started dating. What if he spent this time away and he realizes this isn’t what he wanted-“ She gently smacks your arm, making you let out a small yelp. 

“Hey. He’s your husband. We spent the entire day with him yesterday, and he wouldn’t stop talking about you, Mija. I think it’s safe to say that the two months that you two were separated didn’t impact the way he thinks about you.” You sigh as you rub at your, now slightly sore, upper arm. You know she’s right. Joaquín had only ever shown interest in you since you officially started dating all those years ago, but the insecurity that bloomed in your stomach couldn’t be helped. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be thinking that way…He’s a good man, Mamá.” Esperanza nods in agreement. 

“And if he wasn’t, I’d smack him too. He knows better.” That makes you chuckle. 

“I missed him. A lot.” You feel your eyes sting with tears at the thought. She squeezes your hand gently. It doesn’t help that you know this isn’t the end. He still has to go to tech school, and do more training until he can finally do Recon like he set out to do. 

“You’re gonna see him today. I know it’s just the beginning, but you two have something…I can’t even describe. It’s stronger than any distance.” His mother says gently. His Abuela chimes in a bit, speaking Spanish. You only really know bits and pieces, having a high school speaking level. You recognize the words, Love. Eyes. Esperanza translates for you. 

“There’s an old proverb. It means ‘Love is shown through the eyes.’ Mamá is saying that she knows you two will get through it because she’s seen the way Quíno looks at you…and I agree.”  You wipe your eyes. 

“You’re right. We’ll be fine.” You turn to grab his Abuela’s hand, squeezing it gently. 

“Gracias, Abuelita.” 

~

The ceremony starts, and the three of you keep an eye out for Joaquín, though it is a little bit hard with everyone having the exact same uniform and haircut. It takes a little time but you do see him, somewhere in the middle of the pack of graduates. His face is neutral as he marches past, looking straight in front of him. He walks perfectly in sync with his fellow airmen.

As it wraps up, and all the graduates stand in their blues under the blazing Texas sun, You guide his Abuela, making sure she’s stable on the grass field as the three of you search for your husband in the sea of soldiers once again. 

The time comes when you finally lay eyes on him again. He’s standing right there, just a few feet away, his arms tucked behind his back the way that he was taught to do. His gaze is forward, and he doesn’t even fidget, a stark contrast from the Joaquín you last saw two months ago. His mom pushes you closer towards him.

“Go, Mija. Tap him out.” You whip your head around to look at her, shaking your head. 

“But-“ You're cut off by the wave of her hand.

“We got to do it yesterday. I think Quíno would like his wife now.” She takes Abuela’s hand to support her instead. They both usher you towards him, falling not too far behind.

It’s not long before you meet face to face. His gaze is forward but distinctly not on you, rather past you. You understand the rules. He’s not allowed to move from this position until you touch him. Your eyes can’t help but water at the sight of him, and even though you want nothing more than to touch him, you resist. 

“Joaquín…I am so proud of you. I missed you so much. I know it was hard to be away from us, but you’re just so strong. You’re stubborn, and just so so good. This is what you wanted, and I'm just glad I could be here to support you…” You watch as tears stream down his face, but he makes no move to wipe at them. The discipline and strength that he’s gained over these eight weeks is reflective in the way he’s holding himself now.

“I love you so much.” With that, you wrap your arms around him, effectively tapping him out. He immediately returns the embrace. You feel his tears drop against the crook of your neck as he holds you close. You press a kiss to his cheek, and he immediately pulls away so he can kiss you on the lips. It’s passionate, and comforting and it communicates exactly what he wants to say: ‘I missed you too.’ 

His mother and abuela not so subtly snap pictures of the two of you, but you really don’t even notice. All you can focus on is him. You wipe at his face, chuckling at his emotional reaction. It rubs off on him too, he chuckles and removes your hands from his face, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you too.” He whispers the words, and presses a kiss to your temple.

A/N: Feel free to leave comments and critiques. I'm always open to feedback !