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happypopcornprincess · 10 months

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

thank you so much for this request!

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

My Dearest

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Reader

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

Words - 500

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio.”

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

“Oliver.”

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

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

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

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

“babe?” you sniffle, calling him.

“Yeah?” he sniffles, exhaling loudly.

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

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

“No.” He deadpans.

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

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

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

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

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

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A/N - Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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tvandfilmarvel · 1 year

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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021), S01E03.

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saintlopezlov3r · 2 years

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Sarah Wilson🔆

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hgstuff · 1 year

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karli morgenthau icons + header

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sebastian-lips · 1 year

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danverstation · 2 years

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bônus:

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isharaneith · 10 months

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Supercharged companion icons

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sadlonelyyogurt · 2 years

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marvel bicons cuz it’s almost pride month

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i-like-superheros · 1 year

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He was definitely holding back in tfatws.

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philtstone · 2 years

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all i wanna do is wash your clothes ficlet ch. 24

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i have like 5 prompts in my inbox that i meant to work on and had trouble with all of them so i sat down to write something to loosen my fingers and this came out. a little messy, but im happy with it nonetheless. enjoy!

Summary: The washer hums. The whole room is muted and warm toned. Bucky moves his tongue into his cheek. Now would be the time to kiss her proper but he somehow can’t until he asks. The seconds ‘til re-entry to Life Chaos tick by.

“Sar,” he starts, at the same time she says, “What’s up, James?” curious, still smiling, still a sliver too unsure. A month.

“I was. I wanted to ask you – I’ve been thinking –”

The oven beeps again and this time Sarah notices. “Oh, shoot,” she says, her face creasing into a frown. “Hang on, baby –”

“D’you think you can cut my hair?” Bucky blurts out.

She pauses, chin dipping, a pair of Cass’s socks held in her hands. A little laugh bubbles out.

“What?”

“Mr. B?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re hovering.”

Bucky looks down at the plump twelve-year-old occupying the seat by his knee. “I’m – what?”

“That’s what my Mama calls it,” says Sugar importantly. She raises a challenging eyebrow. Everything Sugar does is a small challenge, Bucky thinks fondly. He hadn’t realized how much he’d miss it – AJ’s chattering, Cass’s gentle management of his friends, Bennet’s clumsiness and Elling’s inability to sit still. Baby Nina is walking now. It doesn’t feel like he’s been away from Delacroix nearly a month ‘til he looks at the kids that mill in and out of Sarah’s house and the neighboring houses besides.

“Really,” he says flatly. Sugar doesn’t hold with patient indulgence like her peers.

“Mama says people who got somethin’ on their mind but don’t have the downstairs parts to ask it hover.” She sucks watermelon juice off of her fingers; there’s a big plate in the center of the kitchen table that Sarah and Sheira prepared earlier in the morning, before Bucky’s flight got in. “Milly – she’s in grade eight – she hovers like all the time.” Sugar sighs and rolls her eyes and pulls the hems of her sticky plaid shorts down against her thighs, wriggling with it because the shorts are getting too small. Too bad, as it’s nearing summer and getting the kind of hot that invades indoor spaces. “That girl,” she adds, significant and very reminiscent of her nearly-deaf grandmother. Bucky infers from the inflection that he should not allow himself to be categorized with that girl.

He’s saved from inventing a rebuttal by AJ’s loud arrival into the kitchen.

“Watermelon!” he says, excitedly, as if he has not been sampling from the plate every ten minutes all afternoon. He, too, is sweaty and sticky and breathing hard. Bucky thinks they’re playing some game of tag in the backyard; Sarah’s forbidden screen time for the day due to Bucky’s arrival. At the same time, he’s pretty sure the only reason he hasn’t been trampled, accosted, and otherwise coerced into participating in every minute of the kids’ afternoon is some kind of follow-up rule that states guests need at least two hours to themselves after arrival. Also, there’s been a promised outing to New Orleans for tomorrow, which is maybe what’s keeping the boys in check.

He decides he should probably find Sarah before those two hours are up.

He squeezes AJ’s shoulder on the way out, nods stoically at Sugar and receives a stoic nod back. It’s all so normal, so familiar. Which is why he can’t make sense of the huge tumbling nervous thing that’s sitting in his gut, pushing up into his lungs.

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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hey babe, I'll make this oneshot request to you cause I know you can make this wait better than I'm sending you ❤️

Joaquín has a crush in reader and Sam always teasing him about it till one day he kinda get over Joaquín not doing anything and while they both walk pass reader in a hall Sam goes like "hey, Joaquín has a crush on you" Joaquín brushes and says "hola cómo estás" waving reader answers "mejor ahora que te veo" and it goes however you like from now on lol

@onlyhereforthefics ... I could not thank you enough for this request I have tried to make it a cute fluff with a hint of angst that Joaquin and the reader deserves! plus, Sam Wilson is the best matchmaker, who are we lying?!??! hope you like it :)

Hola cómo estás

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Avenger!Reader (Ft. Wingman Sam Wilson)

Premise - When Sam Wilson gets tired of watching Joaquin dance around his feelings for Y/N, he steps in, saving the day.

Avengers Compound

Sam took a deep breath as he looked over at the scene.

Her hair fell on her face for the second time. As she wrote the report, she tucked her hair behind her ear, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and her notes and pens lay strewn across the table. And Joaquin stood in the hallway, gazing at her.

It has been four months of longing gazes, crashing into walls of the friend zone (that was virtually nonexistent at this point), sleepless nights, and hand-holding between you and Joaquin. And neither of you did anything about it.

Sam was getting frustrated. Because inevitably he was caught between the two of you.

"What are you doing?" he asks as he approaches him. Joaquin looks towards him and stands straight, “nothing, just… on my way to the lab.”

“The lab, what for?" he asked, knowing full well he was lying. “Uh… to meet… Yelena,” he said, brow furrowing because he himself couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You want to meet Yelena. In the lab,” Sam asks with a straight face. “Yes.” “Just admit you were staring at Y/N” “No.”

“Hey, guys. What’s going on?” her voice traveled through the room as both of them turned towards her.

She was looking at the pair from her seat with a smile on her face. Joaquin couldn’t help but smile himself. Her smile was the most infectious thing ever, no one could escape it.

“Just catching up,” Sam places his arm around Joaquin’s shoulders, “talking about how we haven’t had a Movie Night since that dog movie.”

She and Joaquin both groan remembering the team’s reaction after watching “A Dog’s Purpose”. Everyone was bawling their eyes out by the end and Tony had put a ban on Movie Nights since then.

“Yeah that was a disaster," she grimaced. “Tell you what,” she playfully slaps Joaquin’s arm, “I was on my way to Tony’s lab, so I’ll convince him for a movie night if and only if we watch Clueless.” “What-” "Clueless." She stared at Sam, who was about to protest. “Okay. Fine.” he huffs out. “C’mon Sammy, I know you secretly love it.” she laughed and returned to collect her things.

Sam looks toward Joaquin to see him giving her the same dreamy look as before. He just knew the slap on Joaquin's shoulder by her was not as playful as it seemed.

And that was his final straw.

As she walked through the hallways towards the elevator, he shouted, “oh, and Y/N,” She turned, “yeah?”

“Joaquin has a crush on you.” He smiles and goes away.

Joaquin broke out of his trance hearing what he just said, “What?” He turned to look at Sam but he was already absent. “No, what?” he let out a nervous laugh looking at her and then behind him, "no, I- I don’t” “You don’t like me?” she says. “No, No I do. Everyone likes you. I- Sam-” he gives up and laces his fingers through his hair. She smiled at her shoes, desperately trying to hide a smile.

"Hola Y/N cómo estás" he shyly smirks. <hi Y/N how are you?>

"mejor ahora que te veo" she says, smirking at him mischievously. <better now that I see you>

That startled him. “Wh- what?”

"I'll save you a seat during the movie, okay?" she bites her lip mischievously and goes inside the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he punched the air and laughed.

Looking over, Sam smiles at the scene, glad he won't be subjected to all the puppy love anymore.

He didn't know it was going to get worse once Y/N and Joaquin started dating.

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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 about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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tvandfilmarvel · 1 year

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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021), S01E01.

#icons the falcon #icons falcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #marveledit #marvel #marvel icons #icons #tvedit #icons without psd #cinematv #anthony mackie icons #anthony mackie #disney shows #tfatws icons #tfatws #sam wilson icons #the falcon tfatws

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apocalypse-shuffle · 4 months

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SAM WILSON | CAPTAIN AMERICA/FALCON (the mcu | tfatws | captain america: the winter soldier)

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“Arm Day” (Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader)

| You don’t show up for your running “date” with Sam so he shows up at your place to get a different kind of exercise in.

| SFW, exercising, romantic tension(?)

| Jesus, my summary is very nearly an innuendo. (Pic Source — Captain America: Civil War [peachy-ash icon], Captain America: The Winter Soldier [iconpsds icon], The Falcon & The Winter Soldier [marina-na-na icon])

| Inspo: Instagram

| 1k+ words

It’s the sound of your phone buzzing against your nightstand that wakes you up, and with a groan you lift your head to squint at it.

‘Sam Wilson’ flashes across your screen and you in no way can suppress the eye roll that elicits.

He was your gym buddy more often than not, but this was getting ridiculous.

When y’all ran laps together he’d slow down for you so you could keep one another company. When you were on the treadmill he’d be running in the one right beside you and hold out his arm if you stumbled so you wouldn’t go flying, emergency stopping the machine for you. You would spot each other, go out to eat afterwards, even make meal plans together. Sam was your number one.

He was also more of a pain in your ass than your actual personal trainers had ever been in the past.

You grope around for the phone, lifting it up to your ear once your clumsy fingers stumble across it.

“Yeah?”

Your grunt is met with an honest to god laugh. At this early in the morning?

“Oh my god,” you whine. “Sam, please, what do you want?”

A scoff this time.

“Y/N, it’s Saturday. Get your ass up, we got places to be.”

Still laying on your stomach you flip your head over to press the other side of your face into your pillow and switch your phone to the other ear accordingly, eyes slipping back closed.

“We? I told you I’m not leaving my house today.”

A beat of silence and then: “Okay…”

“Awesome. Have fun sweating by-”

“I’ll see you in five.”

You choke on your spit, words coming out in a whoosh and eyes snapping open.

“Fuck no! Sam!”

The sound of the dial tone reaches your ears and you curse, shooting out of bed, sleep no longer an option.

You drop your phone on your sheets and then scramble around for some shorts. If you could get to Sam before he got all the way to your apartment maybe you’d be able to shove his overactive ass back in his car.

In a frenzy you stuff your phone in your pocket and start towards the front door scratching at your head when it hits you. You’re scratching at your bare head.

“Shit- where in the world…?”

You whip around and start back towards your bedroom to look for where your head wrap had hidden itself during the night. You weren’t going all the way downstairs looking a mess.

Anywhere on your bed was a no show. It wasn’t hanging off your lamp like you’d found it once (who knows how it ended up there in the first place), and it wasn’t under your bed.

You're just about to throw caution to the wind and run out as you are regardless when two things happen at once. You find your wrap sunken into your shoes at the end of your bed and someone knocks at your door.

“Oh come the fuck on.” You grit your teeth, snatch up and firmly situate your traitorous wrap, then stomp over to jerk open the door.

“No.”

In front of you, dressed in a gray pair of sweats, Sam frowns lightly, thick brows raising.

“You made a promise,” he hedges.

You flip off said thick - accusatory - eyebrows.

“Screw my promise. I'm going to stay home and you’re going to leave. Goodbye.”

The door closes right in his face. He doesn’t take the chance not to let it, only to step back so he doesn’t break his nose. You appreciate that.

“Now hold on-! Aw come on, Y/n!” There’s muffled shuffling behind the door, him adjusting his gym bag more than likely, before he knocks again.

While you ignore him to start taking stuff out the freezer for a smoothie - you were already up, you might as well make it worth your while - he knocks three more times.

It’s when your phone starts buzzing on the countertop that you cave, stomping back over to the door and cracking it open just enough for him to see the glower on your face.

“What part of ‘Bye’ isn’t clicking? I’m tired, my muscles ache in places I didn’t even know were possible, and if I have to meal prep anymore I’m going to scream.”

He peeks through the sliver.

“Just one little circuit, alright? I brought everything with me so you won’t have to leave… .” His eyes have taken on a particular brightness that makes you just a little weak in the knees. “I’ll even cook for you after.”

Goddamnit. Your face smooths out from the glare you were rocking and Sam’s lights up.

“See? That sounds nice, now, doesn’t it?”

“Fine. A full meal, not no damn sandwich, and you make my smoothie before we start.”

“Deal. Thought you were gonna break my heart for a minute there, I'm really glad we pulled through though.”

“Yeah yeah,” you grumble and drag him and all his crap in.

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“If you’re still aching after two days then we probably have to adjust your routine,” he curls upward and the muscles in his arms flex, stretching the sleeve of his maroon shirt to its limit. “I’ll take a pen and paper to it and we’ll figure it out, that fine by you Queen of Sheba?”

You scoff while going down on your push-ups.

“Yeah, it’s fine Sam,” you make sure to catch his eye as you straighten your arms to come up, “thanks.”

He smiles, switching to do curls with his left arm.

You go down, but end up watching unblinking for a few seconds as the muscles on his bicep become well defined peaks.

Hn.

Sam glances up and you rapidly realize that you’ve been laying on the ground and staring creepily at him for the better part of a minute.

Roughly, you clear your throat; Sam smirks and seems to go deliberately slow on his next curl. The way you gulp hurts a little.

“See something you like?”

Scowling, you roll your eyes and pick back up where you left off on your push-ups. You’re focusing intently on the tile underneath your palms when you answer him.

“No,” you snap to the floor.

Everything about Sam’s laugh says he doesn’t believe you worth a damn.

You don’t particularly care what he thinks though; something that you reiterate over and over in your head as you go on to the next workout.

Where the fuck Sam’s forward ass got off hiking a portable pull-up bar up to your apartment you did not know, but here the thing is, sitting nice and pretty like it belonged to be an absolute eyesore in the middle of your living room.

You sigh and decidedly don’t stare at him too hard as he eases down to the floor to take your previous place and start his own round of push-ups, and probably a few floor presses or something considering he brings the dumbbells down with him.

On your end starting your pull-ups starts off relatively easy. They’ve never been your favorite - and you’re certain they never will be - but at least you could do them now since you started training with Sam almost a year ago now.

Sam was neat like that. Uplifting without slipping into condescension, and being one of the few people who could push you so thoroughly out of your comfort zone.

Certainly the only person you allowed to upheave your more flexible boundaries with so little push back.

Breath huffing out of you you force yourself to rest before starting on your next set, eyes running over your workout partner’s back and the way the muscles there are also incredibly defined as he engages them.

It was a little unfair honestly. Who gave Sam Wilson the right to look so perfect? With a grunt you start working out again.

Eventually you begin waning, you can feel it in the way your arms instantly start to shake as you try to pull your body weight up for your next set, and the excess heat building in your fingers. How even as you attempt to swing your legs to get more momentum to do the pull-up you just barely manage to get one in before your arms give out, straightening back, and you’re left just hanging there.

“Goddamn,” you curse. Today really was just not your day.

Distantly you note the soft thud of weights being set down at your left but you're so focused that you don’t notice Sam move until he’s already in front of you.

He jumps up and you make a startled noise as you come face to face before he does a pull-up as easy as can be. Your lips purse.

He grins, “I got you, come on. One more rep.”

You sigh but he’s looking right into your eyes with that soft grin on his face - and you’re a sucker - so you cave in less than five seconds. Also, you don’t want to keep hanging any longer than necessary.

“I might not have one more in me, period, but I’ll try,” you murmur as you look away. You prep your muscles to move, assuming the right position, when Sam shaking his head in your peripheral catches your attention.

“Didn’t I just say I had you?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s swinging just that much closer on one arm - fucking show off - and grabbing enough of your thigh to nudge you forward so he can get his arm around your upper leg and then pull you in.

“You’re such a show off, you know that?”

You still follow his line of reasoning, though; pulling up enough that you can get both of your legs around his waist.

Sam just laughs, teeth glinting.

“I’m just happy to help.”

“Ha,” you mock, but when he pulls up you do so with him. Your arms bend, but not with nearly as much strain as before with him taking the majority of your weight, and the pressure on your core significantly lessens.

You won’t admit to having to bite back a smile at the feel of him tucked against you.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, legs tightening absentmindedly around his waist. Sam grunts lowly in the back of his throat. “You in the habit of catching people like this?”

The look that briefly flashes across his face is far more severe than you think your question merits, and when Sam answers he makes sure to look you in the eye.

“I try to be.”

Then the moment’s broken, he’s pulling you both back up into your final exercise of the day and you’re left wondering where the hell Sam Wilson got off making you love him like this.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! If there’s any typos I’ll catch them later.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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