I Didn’t Know I Needed To Celebrate Holi With Joaquin Until Rn 💔💔

Hi I fell down a US military rabbit hole like a week or two after I posted this and I did like a bunch of research and realized that this is like mildly inaccurate. You don’t get tapped out when you graduate from the Naval Academy cus it’s literally university (not bmt) and the Naval Academy is literally in Maryland not California 🥀🥀

Hangman’s tapping out ceremony

warning: bad parents

Jake stood tall under the blazing California Sun with his back as straight as can be. He could feel the beads of sweat fall down his forehead and back as he waited to be tapped out. His head was held high and he was so excited. Not only was he graduating from the Naval Academy, his dad had promised to be there. His relationship with his dad was far from perfect but it seemed to be getting better as time went on. When Jake was younger, he’d always wake up before Jake and get home after he was tucked into bed, the only time Jake did see him was during holidays.

He kept his eyes staring right ahead but the urge to shift them around to search the face he’d yearned to see for so long was clawing away at him. He saw the person in front of him get tapped out. They had what seemed like their parents, grandparents, and siblings there. He saw as the presumed father gave the soldier the biggest and tightest hug and how the soldier melted into his father’s arms. Jake couldn’t wait until his father came and did the same thing. He wondered, would his sisters and mother cry at the sight of him? Would his dad give him a hug that loving?

He watched as more and more soldiers walked away with their families and friends. There were only and handful of people left and he could see more families approaching from the corner of his eyes. He listened as the soldiers next to him reconnected with their families. The sobs of their mothers and the encouragement of their fathers.

It was when the only people that left were ones tens of feet away from him did he realize that his family was not coming. He felt the tears well up in his eyes and he desperately tried to blink them away. Through his tears, he saw one more family approach and tap out a soldier ten feet ahead of him. His tears flowed down his face as he choked back his sobs. It wasn’t anything new for his father to not show up but not even his sisters? He tried to make excuses for them in his mind but the thought of them only made the tears flow faster. That’s when he saw a familiar face. Was that…Javy?

He watched as Javy and his family walked his direction and he opened his arms wide to Jake. Finally, he felt a big and tight hug. As embarrassed as he was to do so, Jake sobbed into Javys arms. He basically turned into a puddle feeling a hug. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his back, a softer and smaller pair. He could only assume it was either Javy’s mom or sister.

“Thank you” Jake forced out through his sobs.

“Anytime man. Welcome to the Machado family.”

— SEVEN MINUTES

Tony takes care of Peter, even if he’s not actually there

Iron!dad and Spider!son (ish)

wc: 2.5k

warnings: fighting, gun violence, mentions of death, blood and injuries, imagine Peter got a bit more time with Tony, May, and Ned + MJ…

authors note: hehehehehehe I’d recommend listening to “White Ferrari” by Frank Ocean and “For the First Time” by Mac DeMarco while reading this! ENJOY!! 😁😁

There were bodies scattered all around the misty lot. Various weapons and gadgets not too far from the mercenaries. Peter was slumped on the ground, his back against a lamp post and his hand on his abdomen. It was supposed to be a simple deal bust. He’d disarm the sellers and buyer, arrest them, and turn in the weapons to the authorities. The deal had almost been struck when the sellers shot the buyer. Peter knew he had to swoop in, even if the buyer was a bad person. He was horrifyingly outnumbered, tall and muscular mercenaries all surrounded him when he swung onto the sight. They all loaded their exotic weapons and opened fire on him. He’d manage to run away and hide just in time to figure out a plan to disarm them.

He was atop the tall lampposts in the darkness and slowly one by one he snatched away the weapons from them. What he hadn’t considered were the backup weapons they concealed on their bodies. As Peter fought them hand-to-hand, he started to tire out. He’d been fighting and jumping and running for the past three hours and it was the middle of the night. The amount of mercs seemed never ending and he was starting to slow down. His punches got softer and his movements became slower. By then, everyone but him had their smaller guns and knives out. Various bullets and knives grazed his skin but none of them lodged into him. Peter wasn’t one who used guns. He didn’t know how to use them and he didn’t want to. It was only when he realized that him and his webs stood no chance that he picked up a stray gun.

The smell of iron filled his nose as he looked around the lot. All of the mercs holding onto their limbs lodged into them, some unconscious. He thought that the fight was over, that he could go home, get some rest. Only when he heard the ringing in his ears and the tingling throughout his body did he realize what had happened to him. He turned around quickly and stopped the punch that was aimed straight at his face. He was gripping the other hand with his full force though, the one that lodged the crowbar deep into him. The ringing and tingling happened again but this time, it was amplified. He knocked out the merc before him and felt a bullet strike into him as he turned around. It seemed as the more he turned around, the more bullets there were.

He saw three mercs on the ground aiming their guns at him as they held onto their wounds, using their last breaths to kill a child who just wanted to do good. More and more bullets struck him as he ran away at an inhumane speed. The sound of guns shooting slowed as did his speed and breath. He ran to the closest lamppost he could find and he collapsed. That’s how he found himself in this position. Looking up, and seeing a familiar face.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter huffed out.

“Kid what did I tell you about chasing bad guys with guns? Now look at you, c’mon get up.” Tony scolded the injured boy.

All Peter could do was look up in disbelief. Blood was pooling out of the little holes all over his chest and back and more was coming out of his abdominal wound. It was a waterfall, and Peter was the small edge of the cliff that couldn’t handle any more of the weight. He groaned out in pain and threw his head back, hitting it quite hard.

“Leave me alone! You’re not real! You’re dead you’re dead you’re dead!” He yelled out as he attempted to curl up into a ball.

The crowbar was still very much deep in him, slicing more of his organs as he moved around. He held onto the bar and started to pull it out.

“Don’t do that! That’s the only thing that’s giving to a chance to stay alive. Now get up and start walking.” Tony’s voice rang in his ear again.

He looked back up at Tony, who was now reaching out his hand to Peter, and pulled himself up, gripping onto Tony’s hand. Tony kept Peter steady as he limped forward at a snails pace. He was dizzy at this point, his body felt lighter, and his vision was darkening. They walked towards the darkness, where the road was hiding behind and Peter felt his body getting lighter and lighter with each short step he took.

“I…it all hurts Mr. Stark…” he took more labored breaths while gripping onto the handle of the crowbar.

Tony could only look at the kid with compassion oozing out of his eyes when he started to speak again.

“Remember when you stopped that bank robbery?”

“Which time” Peter chuckled, even though it hurt every part of his body.

“You know what? I’m gonna ignore that and continue with what I was gonna say…” Tony chuckled too “…remember how mad I was?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t let me leave the apartment without telling you where I was and checking in every five minutes.”

“I couldn’t let you away from my attention for too long because every time I did, you’d get yourself into some trouble.

They giggled together and the memory of Peter getting scolded by Tony flooded his mind. It was as if he’d been transported to that moment. One moment he was walking in a dark parking lot and the next he was in the living room of the Avengers compound. The entire moment felt like a cutaway in a show. It all happens in the way he remembered.

He relived the scolding from Tony. “Do you know how stupid that was!? They had never seen before weapons! Ones I’ve never seen before! I swear you’re gonna give me a heart attack one day, kid.”

He relived Tony apologizing. He heard the soft knocks on his door and saw Tony walk in with a tight lipped smile. “Uh…I want to apologize..for the last night. Even though you’re young and semi new to the whole hero thing, you dearmed the robbers and turned them in to the authorities without hurting yourself or others. Good job..I guess.” He felt Tony’s awkward side hug along with it.

He relived receiving Tony’s apologetic gifts, even after he apologized. Tony’d given him a new and more advanced suit along with many little gadgets and gizmos, one of them being his little robot buddy A.P.R.I.L (Assistant Programed to Remember I Lived). “Look it was difficult to come up with an acronym okay? It’s to remind you that you lived through the robbery and that you can live through tougher things.”

“Feels like you need this more than me” Peter laughed.

They walked limped for another few steps before Tony spoke up again.

“Hey what was the name of that girl you were dating?”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat “…uh MJ…” he hadn’t said her name in so long…

“Cute name, is it actually MJ though?”

Peter laughs at Tony’s comment, blood pooling out faster because of it.

“Well it’s Michelle Jones but she prefers MJ.”

They inched forward a few steps, Peter’s steps were starting to falter.

“I remember the day I asked to be her boyfriend—like officially.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”

“Ned gave me a bunch of ideas like to make her an elaborate sign and a hundred different types of other odd things…”

“Dude you have to make it epic! You could to buy her a bouquet with a hundred count of her favorite flowers and each flower has a thing you like about her AND THEN you show her the light up sign asking her to be your girlfriend!” Ned rambled.

“Or…I could just take her out to a restaurant or cafe and ask her…?”

“Nah that’s lame! You see, girls love when you spoil them, you have to go all out!”

“So how’d you actually ask her out?”

“I was simple with it. I took her to this cafe slash book store and asked her over a drink.” Peter gave the best shoulder shrug he could at his state.

“So MJ…” Peter played with the page of the book he’d picked.

MJ looked up from her book and gave a questioning look at Peter. He could feel his pulse pick up and palms sweat when she looked up. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail—with the exception of her bangs—and he could’ve sworn she had a halo and wings appear once he looked at her. “I wanted to ask you something…” Peter started.

MJ takes the bookmark from its position beside the book and closes it between the pages. She slides it slightly off to her right and rests her head in her palm, waiting for him to continue. She gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever been given and all the words evaporated from his mind. “What is it Peter?”

Peter swallowed hard and started speaking, trying his best to not stutter. “Since we both like each other and have gone on several dates and stuff…may I be your boyfriend?” Peter takes her hand in his and smiles at her as she takes her time answering his question.

She taps her fingers to her chin and tilts it up slightly, acting as if she’s in deep thought. Her smile is wider than ever and Peter basically feels time stop seeing her. She lowers her head and stares him straight in the eyes, giggling. “Of course!”

He starts giggling with her and leans his head forward, snaking his other hand to cup her cheek. She too leans her head forward and closes her eyes in anticipation. It’s when his lips finally press to hers does Peter’s heart stop pounding so hard. They molded so perfectly together, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. It was slow and deep. No tongue, no lust, just deep yearning and pure love.

“I’m not sure where she is these days. I tried to talk to her after the whole multiverse fiasco with Mr. Strange but I chickened out when I got there…” Peter dropped his head at the painful memory.

“It’s okay Pete, it’s not your fault.” Tony rubbed his hands against Peter’s arm, feeling him get colder and colder.

Peter picked up his head and looked at Tony as he let his tears flow down his cheeks. Tony caressed the tears off his cheeks and gave him a side hug. “It’s okay, let your tears out.”

Peter was sobbing against Tony’s embrace. It hurt, physically and emotionally. He was so tired. He had no one left. May wasn’t there to comfort him anymore, neither was Ned, and neither was MJ. The last memory played in his mind at the thought of May. It was the day she and Happy had their first date.

May came out of her room in a beautiful soft yellow and pink dress a bit past her knees. Her hair was in a half up half down style with loose curls and she had her signature purse slung over her shoulder. “Wow May you’re so pretty!” Peter complimented as she walked over to the shoe closet by the front door.

May looked at Peter “Are you sure? It feels…” she made a circular motion in the air, referring to herself “…a little much.”

“Yes! Where are you going?”

“I…have a date.” May grinned as she got her sandals out of the closet.

“Ooo who’s the lucky fella?” Peter asked while wiggling his eyebrows and the brightest smile plastered on his face.

“Happy! You know, the chauffeur guy that you always hang out with?” Peter’s smile dropped.

“Wait you’re going on a date with HAPPY?”

“Yeah…what he’s nice, funny, and he’s got a charm to him!”

“What he’s literally always grumpy! Does not live up to his name!”

May chuckled at Peter’s disapproval as she walked towards him. She cupped both of his cheeks and smiled. “He’s a good man Peter. You just have to warm up to him.” With that, May squeezed his cheeks and shook his head from side to side.

He started laughing at her action and pulled off her hands from his cheeks. “Fine. But if he hurts you in any way, I am not afraid to hit my elders.” He half joked.

May laughed at his half full threat and lightly smacked his shoulder. She pulled him into a hug and he fell into her embrace with no hesitation, closing his eyes.

It’s only when he opened his eyes he’s facing cold harsh reality again. He can see the warm street lights ahead of him along with the few cars swooshing by. His knees are faltering at this point and Tony is long gone from his side. Maybe Tony was never there. Maybe his brain had tricked itself to imagine someone helping him to ease the pain of the loneliness in is last moments. Whether he was actually there or not, he was glad he got a proper last moment with the only father figure in his life. Peter limps two more feet before he collapses on the sidewalk. His knees fall onto the cold hard concrete and he finally pulls off his mask, breathing in the, not so fresh, New York City, air.

He leans forward and rests his left hand on the ground while gripping onto the crowbar with his other hand. His vision is blurred and he can feel his eyelids getting heavier. With all of the might he had left in his body, he pulls the crowbar out. The rest of whatever blood he had left in his body spills out with the crowbar no longer there to aid in stopping the bleeding. The crimson liquor coats the gloves of his suit, pooling out too quickly. The pain speeds throughout his body for the last time as his arms give out. He’s in a fetal position facing the ground, holding onto his wound.

Only when he is taking his last breaths does Peter Parker finally feel relaxed. He breathes in and out deeply as the sound of the world dissolves from his ears and he finally hears silence. He smiles his last smile and he accepts the warm welcome of death. Because it is only when he dies that he realizes that death isn’t a dark, hooded, skeleton with a scythe. It’s his mother, Mary “May” Parker, holding her arms wide open for him to fall into.

It’s said that in the last seven minute of someone’s life, their brain is active, going back through their memories. Peter is content knowing he saw his family for the last time before he died.

“Oh my god look!”

“What?”

“Is that Spider-Man?” the girl pointed at Peter’s corpse. They ran towards it, to get a closer look

“Holy shit it is!” The boy yelled.

“Shit look at him! There’s holes over his body!”

“What are you looking at Ned? Call the cops!”

“Jeez I’m already on it MJ, chill!”

A sense of familiarity washes over her as she pushes the body of the fallen hero to his side. She sees his expressionless face and she feels nostalgia prick at her brain like static. She taps her friend kneeling beside her. “Does he look familiar to you?”

I need to make this a Joaquin fic now…

Is this a safe space to say that I love to see injured hot men cry 😿

THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS BELOW!!!

No one was lying when they said it was the best movie since Endgame…the humor and emotion was so beautifully expressed by all the actors. There wasn’t too much of this or that, it was incredibly well balanced. The emotion, oh the emotion. It pulled at your heart strings so hard and it really makes you feel for the characters. This is a movie about a group of misfits who need fight their inner fights rather than trying to distract themselves with outer fights. Seeing them become the “New Avengers” almost made me feel proud in a sense. Like, Yelena and Ghost being seen as good guys after not feeling like they are is so heartwarming. The climax of the film, Bob fighting The Void…oh boy was that scene absolutely magnificent. Lewis Pullman put so much into it and you can tell. All of them gathering around Bob and giving him a big hug was probably my favorite part. I can’t wait to see how the dynamic of the New Avengers and the Avengers team Sam’s gathering is going to play out in the future films! The change from Thunderbolts* to The New Avengers while the Avengers theme played had me gagged tbh. Lastly, Lewis Pullman is so incredibly talented and sexy. 10/10 would watch again and would recommend

Not to be the weird military party pooper but I’ve read many fics were Joaquín went to bmt straight out of high school but that straight wouldn’t make sense. He’s a Captain in BNW and a Lieutenant in TFATWS and those are officer ranks and he’s an Intelligence Officer which requires a bachelors degree. In my mind, he went to the Air Force Academy cus he’s a smart lil cookie 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Again, don’t mean to be the weird military party pooper, js wanted to share a lil thing cus it’s a detail in my upcoming fic 💔💔💔

Writing fanfiction in school is the most stressful thing I’ve ever done in school 💔💔

— IS THAT X-MEN?

you have the best first and last date with a mysterious sailor

pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

authors note: Hi sorry for not posting a fic in a hot minute…finals took all the motivation out of me 🥀🥀 Not gonna lie, I had no idea where I was going with this…I had like a slight idea and ran with it 🤷🏻‍♀️ I was supposed to post this on Monday but I also started to write it on Monday (and it was Memorial Day and I was at a bbq like most of the day) so then I was like “I’ll js post it the last day of fleet week” which was Tuesday but I never did so here it is now!! My plan for next year is to post for a different dagger each day of fleet week 🙂‍↕️ I love the daggers and I love writing about them so if y’all have any requests on any of them, js leave it in my inbox!! ENJOY!!

The soft patters of the rain falling silenced your brain as you admired the art panels on the flimsy page of the comic. You studied the artistry and the bright of the colors but were pulled out of your trance when you heard the bells of the front door ringing followed by hurried squeaks. You tore your eyes off the page and were stunned by the sight before you. A lost looking man with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen was hunched over with his hands of his knees while taking big breaths. It looked as if he was trying to suck all the air out of the room. Five huffs later he straightened his posture and rested his hands on his hips and started to look around. His eyes could’ve lit up the entire city by the look he gave when he saw his surroundings. He turned around slowly looking at each and every comic cover and he resembled a child in a candy store. You felt yourself grin at his reaction but quickly dropped it when he faced your direction. You focused back on the panel before you hoping he hadn’t seen you staring at him.

You heard his shoes squeal beneath him and started to internally curse yourself for being such a gawker. He finally stops in front of you and takes a moment to analyze before speaking. “Is that X-men?” You look up from the panel and immediately catch his big brown eyes.

“…uh yeah! Uncanny X-men vol.5!” You said in a bit too enthusiastic tone.

“I love this series! Is this your first time reading it?” You could’ve melted the way he smiled so widely at you.

“No I read it a few years ago, I like to re-read comics when I’m bored.”

“Me too! I carry some in my bag whenever I have to travel far for work.” It’s only then you take in his clothes. A tan khaki shirt with a name pin reading “Garcia” above one pocket and a row of colors that has a pin of wings over the other paired with khaki uniform pants. They had dark brown dots scattered over them so it was obvious he was in the rain for a bit. It’s almost that he sensed the gears shifting in your head when he followed up his sentence. “I’m in the Navy” he chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Wow that’s cool, what’s your job?”

“Uh weapon system officer, I basically sit in the back seat of the plane and manage the weapon systems, hence the name.”

“…What’d you mean by the back seat? Isn’t there like a bunch of seats on a plane?”

“Well not those types of planes. I mean like an F-18! You know, a fighter jet?”

“What! That’s sick!”

And just like that you both got engrossed in conversations about comics and fighter jets alike. He’d told you about the different types of aircrafts the Navy flies and even went into intricate detail about the F-18 Super Hornet. He’d spent maybe fifteen minutes geeking out over fighter jets and you felt yourself getting butterflies in your stomach at the passion oozing off each word he spoke about his job. Somehow while he was talking about fighter jets he transitioned the conversation over to Marvel and now it was your turn to geek out. You explained the lore of Wolverine so well that Mickey could feel his knees weaken at your excitement for it. Somewhere along your tangent you’d mentioned Star Trek and his reaction could only be described as a person getting electrocuted seeing the way he lit up in joy.

You’d spent who knows how long talking about your favorite characters and comics that you hadn’t even realized the rain stop and the Sun hiding under the horizon. It was only when Assad, the store manager, cleared his throat from behind Mickey that you realized how late it had gotten. You peeked over Mickeys shoulder, out the window, and saw the bright artificial lights illuminate the sidewalks of twenty-first street. You looked back up at Mickey—who was hardcore staring at you—and speak up. “Hey if you’re not busy, wanna grab a bite right now?”

“Sure! Where do you suggest we go? I’m not really from around here.” He responds while walking next to you as the both of you make your way out the door.

Mickey—being the gentleman that he is—holds the door open for you and bows his head “After you m’lady.” You giggle as you give him a small curtsy and walk out of the store.

He follows suit and his frame slightly towers over you. You walk a few paces in silence before you finally break the silence. “I never caught your name.” You look up at him.

“Oh yeah! I’m Mickey!” He extends his hand to you.

You respond with your name and shake his hand with a light chuckle.

Your hands linger together as you both stare into each other’s eyes and it seems that New York City falls silent for the first time. The chill of the air that was nipping away at your arms numbs away when his chestnut brown eyes with his widely dilated pupils find yours. You can feel heat creep up your cheeks and you notice the visible bright pink tint that adorns his cheeks the longer your hands stay intertwined. You reluctantly dropped your hands as you looked at the slightly busy sidewalk ahead of you. His head was still facing you and his gaze was analyzing all of your features. His eyes traced over your eyes, taking note of how deep they are and how they shine even under the streetlights. His eyes then looked over your nose and cheeks—holding back the urge to kiss them—and they finally fall onto your lips. They looked so kissable, they had a slight shine to them and they fit your face so perfectly. He licked his lips at the thought of getting a taste of them.

“You know I can feel you staring right?” You spoke while still looking ahead.

He immediately turns his head the same direction as yours in embarrassment and you can see his ears go bright red out of the corner of your eye. You chuckle at his reaction and wrap your arms around his left arm before speaking, “You’re so easy to fluster.” And you look up at him again.

Mickeys heart skips a beat at your sudden action and you can feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers.

“Well it’s difficult to keep my composure when I’ve got such a gorgeous lady wrapped around my arm.”

“Mmm I can imagine.” You say with a smug expression.

He turns his head to face you—probably for the umpteenth time—and his eyes flicker down to your lips. “So where you taking me?”

“This gyro stand, I’ve been going there since I was a teenager. I swear it’s the best gyro I’ve ever tasted!”

“I’ll hold you up to that.” He smiled at you.

It only takes five more minutes of exchanging details about yourselves before you finally reach the familiar face of the vendor, Sammy, and his stand. Sammy exclaimed happily as the two of you inched closer. “There’s my favorite customer!”

“There’s my favorite vendor!”

You both basically synchronized when you laughed at the same time. You leaned forward and gave Sammy a small hug over the low counter. It’s only when you pull back that he acknowledges Mickey. “Who’s your friend here?”

“Ah this is Mickey, we met down at Assad’s!” You say as you gesture behind yourself.

“Oh how is he?”

“Same old same old. Anyways, I will have two of my usual order please.”

“Ookay my darling that is fourteen dollars and twenty four cents.” Sammy says while he taps away on his little screen.

You get your wallet out of your pocket but you halt your action when you see Mickey dig through his wallet. “What are you doing?”

He looks up at you and waits a beat before responding. “Paying?”

“You’re not paying” you say as you nudge your card towards Sammy.

“Yes I am” Micky pushes his card closer to him.

“No I suggested we come here, it’s my responsibility to pay, move over sailor.”

“Well I’m the man so you’re not paying on my watch.”

Sammy smiles widely as he taps away on the payment screen.

“Neither of you are paying, this one’s on the house, lovebirds.” You and Mickey both stop in your antics and look at Sammy.

He was already busy assembling your orders with a wide smile on his face so there was no point in arguing. You and Mickey scoot closer to the pickup window and watch Sammy diligently work. “So how long are you gonna be in New York?” You ask.

“One more day, but I have an air show tomorrow and I’ll have to practice all day.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“Let’s make tonight worthwhile then.” You face him

“Is it not already?” He asks.

“It is, but, I don’t wanna ever forget tonight and I don’t ever want you to forget tonight.”

“Oh trust me, it’s already been pretty incredible.”

“Ahem if you guys are done now, here’s your food.” Sammy stood awkwardly while holding two gyros in foil wrapping.

You give Sammy a sarcastic eye roll as you take the wraps from him. As you turn to leave you shout “THANKS” and give him a smile as you take a big bite. Mickey was already on his third bite as you were just starting and you laughed at that. Mickeys “What?” comes out muffled as his mouth is full of food.

“You look like a squirrel!” You escape out through heavy laughs.

Mickey’s look of disbelief turns into a smile—or the best one he can give—and he starts to laugh too. He swallows the food remaining in his mouth and his laughter fills your ears. Your eyes squint and the skin around them crinkle and he swears there’s an angel before him. He’s more staring at you than laughing but there’s still soft giggles escaping him. You take another bite of your wrap and swallow before speaking. “Wanna go to my place? I have the best view of the fireworks from my window.”

“How far is it? I have to return to the boat soon.” Mickey says while checking the time on his watch.

“About a thirty minute walk, you don’t have to if you don’t want to! It’s totally cool if not we can do something else!” You say while rocking on the heels of your feet.

Mickey smiles in endearment “Lead the way, m’lady.” He offers you his arm once more and you accept it happily.

“You don’t have like a secret wife, girlfriend, or family do you?”

He chuckles at your question “I can promise you with my whole heart, I do not have a secret wife, girlfriend, OR family.”

You give him a soft smile and walk slightly ahead of him.

As your trek back to your apartment continues, you hear loud popping sounds from the sky behind you. You feel Mickey halt and turn around to see him staring up at the sky. You look up too and see the bright colorful lights blush the sky. A bright smile is plastered on your face and there is a glittery shine in your eyes. All the people around you seem to freeze too, to stare at the fireworks, all but one. Mickey was trying to look at the sky, really. Instead, he could only focus on you. The look you had on your face made his world stop and his knees buckle. He’d gotten so engrossed that he hadn’t even felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

“I think your phones ringing.” You snapped him out of your trance.

“Huh?” His head snaps away from you and his hands hurry to his pocket.

He fishes out his phone from his right pocket and sees Reubens name and photo illuminate his screen. He excuses himself and steps right out of earshot. You see him worriedly speak into his phone and an angry expression his hung on his face. He huffs out a heavy breath before hanging up the phone and reproaching you.

“I’m so sorry, there’s an emergency and my friends need me.”

Your heart twinges in disappointment but you push it aside.

“Oh…”

He pushes his phone your way before speaking again. “Here. Please put your number in it. I had a really really great time tonight. I really like you, I really don’t want to leave.” He basically begs.

You take the phone and type your number in and save your name. You take a quick selfie and save it to your contact on his phone. He takes the phone back and smiles at his screen before he turns back. “I’ll call as soon as it’s over, promise you’ll pick up?”

“Promise.” You give him a simple wave and he gave you an excited one in return.

“I’LL BE WAITING!!” Is the last thing you shout to him before he disappears from your line of view, you hear a faint “OKAY” coming from his voice and grin to yourself.

You couldn’t wait for his call.

— NO NEED TO BE DRUNK

it was never about how drunk you were

pt.2 to stay for breakfast but can be read as a standalone

pairing: Joaquín x fem!reader

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authors note: wrote basically the entire thing in one whole night…domestic Joaquín save me 💔💔 also I need to start posting in a timely manner…why is it midnight right now 😞😞 LAST THING don’t mind the format change, I write and edit on my notes app THEN copy and paste onto here and I js got too lazy to make the font smaller and space it out 💀💀

You wake up to warm rays of Sunlight kissing your face and a heavy arm holding you close. You bask in the comfort of the situation, disregarding the pounding in your head. The last thing you remembered from your night out was asking Joaquín to stay the night, remembering you’d promised him breakfast. You slip his muscular arm off your body and slither out of bed. As you stretch, you notice the pills and water on your night stand. “Joaquín you old softy.” You grin to yourself as you gulp down the pills.

You’re flipping the last pancake when the sound of the floor creaking makes you look up from your stove.

“Rise and shine sleepy bird.”

“Good morning to you too, Angel.”

He inches closer to where you stand at the stove, leaning next to you. That’s when you take a look at him. His hair is disheveled, his face is lightly puffy (making him look sooo much cuter), and…he’s…shirtless..? You can’t help but glance down his body. His abs may be attractive but it’s his moles that really grab your attention. They looked like mini chocolate chips on his tan skin…

“Angel, the pancake is burning.” Joaquín takes the flipper from your hand and flips the pancake himself.

“Don’t worry I’ll take that one…” he notices you’re still staring “…you okay..?”

“Huh? Oh uh yeah. My head is killing me.” You rub your forehead.

“Well you quite an eventful night, and also, you did not have to make all this food.” He takes the mildly burnt pancake and plops it on a plate.

He slides your plate to you after adding all the toppings you loved. “C’mere, Angel.” He beckons you over with his arms wide open.

You melt in his strong hold, his scent filling your nose, you almost never want to pull away. He rubs his hand over your back in a circular motion while the other holds your waist tight. Your mind stops all the noise and commotion and falls silent in his touch. He creeps his hand up into your scalp and scratches the back of your head softly. You breathe out a sigh into the crook of his neck and he giggles under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just ticklish.”

“Just your neck or anywhere else?” You two are now bobbing side to side softly to the tune of only your affection.

“Nowhere you need to know nosey pants.”

His hand stays massaging your head as you bury your head back onto him. This all felt so…perfect. The sunny morning, yummy breakfast, your crush holding you, maybe you were still under your drunken dream. You slide your arms from your side to his waist. He flinches away at your touch fully giggling now.

“Oh my god! How ticklish are you?!” You laugh out.

“I told you! Now c’mon, breakfast is getting cold.”

He pulls a chair out and looks at you. You struggle to dilute your smile as you walk back over to him. Once you’re sat comfortably in your seat, he brings over your plates from the counter and over to the dinner table. Once sat, he looks at you, waiting for you.

“What.”

“Nothing, just waiting for you to eat first.”

You chuckle “Why?”

“I mean…you cooked it all, you deserve first bites.”

You just smile at him as you eat a piece of your pancake. Once you take the first bite, Joaquín digs in like he’s never been fed before. He barely chews his food, basically just inhaling it. You can only sit bewildered as you eat. “Sam not feed you or something?” You joke, cutting the last bits of your first pancake.

“Not food this good. It’s all granola bars and sad salads. Sometimes, Bucky will bring him lunch and he’ll tell me to take some but…” all he has left is the last piece of bacon “…it’s all even more depressing forties food.” You let out an amused laugh.

He looks at you so happily. He’d made you giggle and whatnot before but never laugh this hard. He’s basically beaming at this point and starts to laugh with you. The laughter only dies down when you transition back to eating your breakfast and silence falls on the two of you. You don’t mind though, you’re both thinking, maybe about the same things, maybe not. You can’t stop thinking about his touch. So gentle yet so firm. The way he comforted you without even having to be asked. God he’d be such a perfect boyfriend.

Joaquín on the other hand was still thinking about your laugh. Your eyes squinting into cute little crescents and your bright smile emitting light from how bright it was. The sound of your laugh, he would listen to it all day if he could. Without even realizing it, you’re both staring at each other. It’s almost as if time froze, you both basically have heart eyes beating out of your eye sockets for each other. It’s the sound of a grating squeaking that snaps you two back to Earth. You’d sliced through your pancake and were basically about to slice through your plate. You two can’t help but laugh again at the whole situation.

“You know what? I was full anyway.” You stand and throw your scraps into the trash.

Only when you stand before the sink Joaquín stops you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You at him and then the sink full of dishes “…the dishes…?”

“Not after you cooked it too.”

“No that’s exactly why actually, also you’re my guest, it’s my job.”

“No it’s fine, I’m basically here every weekend anyway. If anything, I’m a regular.”

“Okay how about we compromise hm? You wash and I’ll dry? Sound like a fair trade, cutie?”

It takes a few seconds for him to reply “Fine.”

You two work together like a machine. He scrubs and rinses, you dry and stow. The air is filled with the hiss of the sink and the squeak coming from the towel on the plate.

“Hey thanks for taking care of me last night, I know I can be a difficult drunk.” You break the silence after putting away the last pan.

“Ah it was no big deal, plus you’re kind of cute when you’re drunk.”

“I didn’t talk about any conspiracy theories did I?”

“He’s totally like watching over us from the Moon!” He mocks your voice.

You can’t do anything but slap his shoulder and act annoyed. It’s him grabbing your arms and wrapping them around his neck that makes you break your act. His arms hug your waist tight and he seems as surprised that he did this as you are. “You know…it uh…it kind of felt like a…d…date…” you just stare at him, dumbfounded. “…in a sense…not just last night but…also now…?” The last part felt more like a question than a statement.

“What are you getting at Joaquín?”

“Do you wanna date?”

Your eyes widen.

“No no like go on a date. We can date after! Or after a few dates! Or not at all! I don’t know, it’s all really up to yo-“

Only when you press your lips against his does he stop talking. It’s not a long kiss, just enough to serve the both of you for now. You pull away and his face goes towards yours like a magnet. Now it was your turn to slightly scratched back of his head.

“Yes Joaquín, I’ll go on a date with you. We can only talk about the actual dating part if you can take me to some really fun dates though.” You smile.

“I can do that.” Then he crashes his lips to yours.

Now it’s deeper, more intimate. He lowers his left hand lower down your back and his right hand higher up. He feels your embrace so warm and soft against him, he needs to be closer. He pushes you further against him, deepening the kiss. You respond by grabbing a handful of his hair and gently tugging at his soft curls. He groans against your lips and you can feel your pulse quickening. It’s only when you start to lose your breath you pull away. He reluctantly pulls back too and has the cutest hazy look on his face.

“I should get drunk more often so you can always kiss me like this.”

“Trust me, Angel. You never needed to be drunk for me to kiss you.”

You giggled and pulled him into a hug.

You should’ve done this way earlier.

introducing the garcía-torres twins. yes they exist in the same universe bc i have free will