#remmys requests

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hi i dont know if you follow danny ramirez on instagram but his recent story...... shirtless pic.... i am thinking of reader oneshot of just stumbling upon torres taking pics like that i want to scream

For those of you wondering..... here’s the photo in question hehehe

Also let’s just say they are ✨roommates✨

“Do I really have to do this?” Joaquin pouted at you as you continued to download Tinder on his phone. After having spent the last night, complaining at your lack of dates you agreed to help the other set up Tinder accounts. Only after setting up Joaquin’s you wondered if it would have been better if you’d just told him how you felt, even if it would have been under the influence of a couple of drinks.

You rolled your eyes, “We both agreed to do this for each other... so stop acting like a baby and choose some pictures.”

All you got in response was a pillow to your face, which you swiftly stopped by closing the door.

A half hour passed as you waited for Joaquin to show you his finished profile, so without even a knock on his door you walked in to find him taking what seemed one of several shirtless mirror pics.

You wanted to react, do something, but instead you just stood there at Joaquin’s doorway, staring. He caught your reflection in the mirror, your hungry look clear as day and from the way he smirked you knew you’d been caught.

“So...” the two of you chuckled at your reaction at walking in on Joaquin, “I take it your profile still isn’t ready.”

Joaquin held his phone out for you to grab as you slowly approached him, “What about your profile? I thought you were gonna show it to me,” and his pout from earlier returned.

“Well I never asked you for your help in building my profile, so the only way you’ll see it is if you happen to stumble upon it.”

Joaquin laughed at your comment, but you knew from the way his eyes flickered to your own phone you knew he was curious.

That night though as you swiped through Tinder you took the chance to savor the pictures that Joaquin chose, especially the one you’d walked in on, and on a whim decided to swipe right. But as you settled down in bed and tucked your phone away you missed your most recent notification from Tinder: 1 new match.

Because it turns out Joaquin decided to do the exact same thing as you. After all it’s not like the other person would know you swiped right unless you matched.

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @barzal-burakovsky @young-romanoff

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regulus request nonnie

hi boo, just wanted to let you know thaat i got your request, and i will be writing it... but it’ll take me a while to do so. i’ll admit most of my writing has been focused on my Tin Man Din Djarin (which can be found @remmysbounty ) but i’ll try to get this request done soon, alongside a theo request another boo had sent me recently

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prompt 6 & trope 1 with din? thanks so much love!!

“Marry me.” “What?” + best friends to lovers

hehehehe you’ve definitely peeked my interest with this one boo.... I hope you like it 💛

also thank you to the wonderful Mar @cleversturmhond for basically becoming my beta reader all bc I couldn’t figure out a word and then just sent you the fic as I wrote it!! I LOVE YOU!

darasuum // din djarin x gn!reader

Ethereal.

That’s how Din would describe you if anyone asked him. You were ethereal. Eternally ethereal.

He loves you, genuinely loves you, and it terrifies him more than anything but he still accepts it.

And now you’re staring at him, eyes wide with shock, hands practically trembling, and he wonders how badly he missed everything up.

All because for once his mouth worked faster than his brain and the second he saw you blessed by the morning light and he muttered two words that you heard as clear as day, “Marry me.”

The morning light was gone now, instead the only thing lighting the ever growing distance between the two of you were the flickering lights of the hull.

Din wasn’t sure what to do. He considered taking those words back, even though he knew that would mean nothing now, or leaving the room and reverting back to the time when the two of you were merely strangers sharing a space. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t hurt you by saying that he hadn’t meant them and he couldn’t hurt himself by pretending that he was okay no longer having you in his life.

His fingers fidgeted. Your mouth closed, you cleared your throat and Din waited. For what, he wasn’t sure, rejection he thought. Only that wasn’t what he received in return. All he got was one word, a question, “What?”

He looked at you. Really looked at you. You were confused, no other emotion seemed to fill you.

You made the first step to close the distance. Then another, and then another. Three steps.

His hands reached out for you, it was an automatic reaction at this point, and you responded in kind, grabbing his hands and bringing yourself as close to him as you could.

It was silent, but comforting. You both needed it, but you also needed an answer.

“Din?” It was soft yet pointed. You weren’t going to push but you reminded him that you were still there, waiting.

He brought you down so that you were seated on one of the few chairs in the hull and then kneeled in front of you.

“Cyare,” his hands grabbed yours, his helmet clearly staring straight at them instead of up at you. Your interlaced hands were his lifeline.

“Din, you don’t have to-“ he shook his head, “I want to.”

You heard a deep breath come through the helmet, and then ever so slowly his visor peered up at you and you knew he was looking at your eyes just as you knew that you were somehow looking directly at his.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” his words were clear, crisp almost. He wanted you to hear this. “You are my everything. I never thought that I’d find someone who I could even consider to be my riduur, but I met you.”

“Din,” your voice wavered and your eyes were overwhelmed with tears, but you let him continue.

“We don’t have to marry now cyare,” his voice was softer now, trembling, “but I want to be able to marry you one day, call you my riduur, show myself to you.” He started to crack now as well.

You wanted to ask him if he was serious, but asking that would mean that you didn’t really now Din because he wouldn’t have said anything unless he truly meant it. And you knew Din, maybe even better than you knew yourself.

So you did the one thing you knew that Din would understand, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against Din’s helmet, and stayed there.

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translations:

darasuum: forever

cyare: beloved

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum: I love you

riduur: spouse/partner/husband/wife

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Tin Man:  @captn-andor  @thewayofthemandalorian   @magpie-to-the-morning  @magicrowiswritingstuff  @booksmusicteaandanimals  @dinthisisthe-wayson  @littlemisspascal  @din-damn-djarin  @cleversturmhond  @dincrypt  @ohwaitimthewriter  @poestardust  @dindjarindiaries  @dindja  @dindjarinsghost  @reluctant-mandalore  @pascalpanic @princessxkenobi @smoldjarin @spideysimpossiblegirl

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hey love, can I request more Joaquin?? I love him so much

can you imagine like meeting him at a club/party and being drawn to the shy cutie in the group, and he’s super dorky and sweet and you fall hard

omg omg omg I love this!!! I’m gonna connect it back to the first one shot I wrote but omg yes!! I straight up thought of this one as I was going to sleep last night

calling to you // joaquin torres x gn!reader

You and Bucky sat outside the cafe, a comfortable silence sitting there as you both watched the people around you.

Whereas Sam pushed Bucky, you caressed, enveloping him in the safety of your own silence while also giving him the space to talk.

His eyes drifted over to you once again, another question floating to his mind regarding the last five years. You’d looked so young when he last you in Wakanda after you’d gone to visit him, so happy and carefree, but now not only did you look older but you had an air about you that he couldn’t exactly place.

Five years wasn’t a lot of time for Bucky, but he knew something about it had changed you more then you would ever say.

He was the one that broke the silence, “How did you meet him?”

A rather simple question, in comparison to the others that ram through his mind, but reminiscent of the brotherly status Bucky had.

You looked over at him, almost as though you’d been waiting for him to ask, “Joaquin?”

A hum of approval left Bucky’s lips.

“Well, it was a bit before the Blip happened- when I was given a couple days off from Shield- you remember that?”

Bucky nodded his head and you continued, “Some friends at the time had decided to drag me to a club, not that I was really in the mood to go but you know working at Shield made it hard to spend time with them so I figured why not...”

You’d been standing at your table for over an hour, just watching the people around you. Yet your eyes always seemed to drift to this one man standing in the corner with a group of guys.

You knew that you didn’t actually know him but there was something about him that was so familiar, something that made him feel safe, and in the pulsing lights, the mesh of bodies all packed together, and head-pounding music, all you wanted was to feel safe.

He’d seen you watching him, even after one of his teammates pointed you out, which you clearly saw from the way your eyes pointedly moved to the glass in your hand only to find their way back to him.

At first, he figured you were looking at someone else but then he’d moved through the crowd in hope of getting another drink, and somehow your eyes still found him. But then again, so did his. There was something about you that was calling to him, telling him to go to you... and yet he did nothing of the sort.

You’d taken the chance to get a couple more drinks for your friends who had come back from dancing parched. Your eyes had found the man on the other side, sipping a beer, when an arm wrapped around your waist, and an alcohol-infested breath whispered in your ear. Even as this man’s hands started to roam your body, your eyes stayed on your mystery man, hoping that they were screaming the help you needed, even though you were trying your hardest to get out of this guy’s grasp.

Somehow he knew and right as he arrived to your aid, you were able to get out of the arm’s grasp and promptly threw a punch or two in the direction of the man’s face.

“Fuck!” You knew the punch would be weird but you weren’t expecting it to hurt your wrist so much which you were now cradling to your chest.

“Are you okay?” His voice and presence calmed you somewhat and a smile grew on your face as you finally came face to face with this familiar man.

His eyes drifted from your face to your wrist, and suddenly you realized you’d been to busy looking at him to answer his question. You shook your head, “I hurt my wrist a bit.”

“Can I take a look?” His eyes screamed safety, and also softness, and you found yourself nodding your head and holding your somewhat swollen wrist out for him.

You wanted to ask him for his name, or at least figure out why he seemed so familiar, but as his fingers gently brought your wrist closer to his body, you choose the time to just admire him. Even with the whimpers of pain that left your lips, you realized he still made you feel so safe.

His own lips moving were what brought you away from your thoughts, “I think you should be fine, it seems strained more than anything.” And before you could bring your wrist back to your chest, you found him wrapping it in a rather freezing rag that the bartender handed to him.

“Thank you,” your voice was so quiet, his caring nature so unexpected, and as you opened your mouth to ask him for his name, a movement off to the side caught both of your attentions as his friends were now calling him over.

He looked back at you, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something only for him to close it and then open it again, “don’t forget to keep this iced.”

You shook your head, “I won’t,” and yet he stayed there, gently holding his wrist in his hands, and you found yourself pushing him away lightly, even if you wanted to pull him closer, “You should head back to your friends.. and I should head back to mine.”

As the two of you walked back to your respective friend groups, your eyes continued to watch each other and as the night went on they continued to stay there. Even from the other side of the club, your eyes met his one last time, and you waved a goodbye, wishing that maybe he’d try and catch up to you before you made it out the door.

“Wait! That’s when you two met, but how did-“ you chuckled at Bucky’s reaction, even if you were expecting it, and shook your head, “I’m not done yet, James.”

“So...” you laughed at him, as your eyes drifted over to Joaquin who was across the street with Sam looking over something.

“I got to work the next day, hoping for an easy day, only to find out that I would spend the day working as a liaison with the Air Force. I didn’t mind too much since those men were usually pretty respectful of my position as an analyst, but still you can imagine my surprise when I show up to the base only to find the guy who helped me with my wrist standing amongst the team I’d be working with that day.”

“Who introduced themselves first?”

“I did... well actually my boss had introduced me to the team but I think he was too busy being in shock of seeing me again so I made sure to introduce myself a second time.”

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads

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Could I request a reader x Torres where you are giving birth and at the last minute the doctors realize there’s something wrong and you have to have an emergency c-section. Torres isn’t allowed in the room and he begins to panic, but when the baby is finally born and he holds him/her, it’s love at first sight?

hi boo! I’m gonna try my hardest with this one, even though I don’t know much about pregnancy, but I hope it’s what you were thinking of 💛 and yes this will be an afab!reader fic

tw: pregnancy, problems during birth

He looked over at your sleeping body, the constant beeping of the heart monitor providing him with a comfort he didn’t realize he needed.

You had started to feel bad since the early morning so when you asked Joaquin to take you to the hospital he did exactly that, and then they said that you were in labor. At first he was so happy, the thought of seeing your child for the first time filling his body with an anticipation he’d never felt before.

And then you started to get weaker and weaker. You were reaching for him, only able to whimper as they pulled him out of the room while they started performing the c-section on you. After that, everything was a blur.

He knows a nurse came and spoke with him, promised that he’d be able to see you the second it was complete and that currently you weren’t feeling any pain. He knows he must have called Sam and Bucky then, since the two have now set up camp in the waiting room.

“Mr. Torres?”

He looked up, the nurse who had helped him was once again at the door of your room, but this time they aren’t alone, instead Joaquin’s bundle of joy is resting in their arms.

“Your baby is still somewhat awake,” the nurse came closer and that’s when he saw how she was still fumbling about. “Why don’t you carry her for a bit? It’d be good for her to meet her father.”

Joaquin hesitated. Yes, he’d read all the parenting books he could find, asked his parents for all the advice they could give, but none of that is like actually carrying your child for the first time.

The nurse stepped forward, “It would do you both some good,” they smiled softly, “and don’t worry I’ll make sure you’re holding her correctly.”

Joaquin nodded and as the nurse handed her over it was as though time stopped. Her little eyes, that reminded him so much of yours, were peering up at him with intense curiosity.

“Hola chiquitin,” he whispered as silently as he could, “yo soy tu papá.”

She continued to wiggle around a bit until she seemed to find the perfect spot against his chest. Her head resting right where his heart was, he realized.

The nurse had stayed to check on you, but even they could not hold back their admiration for the clear and open love that Joaquin had for the both of you. Even as he whispered soft lullabies in his native tongue, his attention seemingly all on his little girl, he still focused on you in the back of his mind. His body still facing yours, as he slowly rocked your daughter to sleep, allowing you to get a glimpse of her when you woke up.

“Te quiero mucho chiquitin,” his eyes continually roaming over her face to see which features he could point out to you, “y tú mamá también.”

Eventually he found himself seated on one of those rickety hospital chairs, carrying his daughter in one arm and holding on to you with the other. So exhausted from the days events he felt his eyes drift to a close until he heard your voice, it was hoarse but it was your voice.

“Joaquin?” His eyes shot open and his smile grew as he finally got to see you looking at him with a somewhat tired smile on your face.

He squeezed your hand, “Hola mi amor, cómo te sientes?”

You merely nodded your head as your eyes drifted from Joaquin’s face to the bundle in his arms, “Is that-“

Joaquin stood up slowly so as to not wake your daughter, and settled in next to you on the bed, “Mira, she has your eyes.”

He looked down to see tears of happiness running down your eyes and then your daughter’s eyes opened slowly, as if she knew her mother was watching her. Joaquin looked at you, “Why don’t you carry her for a bit, mi amor? I’m sure she’d love to meet her mamá.”

You could only nod your head, tears still escaping your eyes, as Joaquin helped settle your daughter into your arms. Joaquin wanted to keep the moment in front of him stored away in his memory for the rest of his life. Just you and his daughter, the two loves of his life, forever in his memory.

“Ustedes dos son mi vida,” he whispered softly.

Joaquin wasn’t sure if you’d heard him, already to entranced by your daughter looking up at you, but it wasn’t that importance that you heard him just then- after all he’ll be repeating those words for the rest of his life.

Not wanting to leave you but also knowing that he had two superheroes patiently, or maybe not so patiently, waiting for news, he quietly stepped out of the room, hoping that just with the smile on his face Bucky and Sam would understand that everything was okay.

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translations:

hola chiquitin, yo soy tu papá: hi my little one, I’m your dad.

te quiero mucho chiquitin, y tú mamá también: I love you so much little one, and so does your mom

hola mi amor, cómo te sientes?: hello my love, how are you feeling?

mira: look

ustedes dos son mi vida: you two are my life

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @barzal-burakovsky

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thots you say? even tho we all know that Torres is a sweetheart imagine him being all angry because a mission didn't go well and he needed a way to release his anger(with consent) so he has an intense quickie with you

okay just warning you, I’ve never written smut before but I’m willing to try for you nonnie... and before I begin I just want to note CONSENT MATTERS!! And I mean open and confident consent, and also I’m still gonna keep this gn...... onto the story

So I’m not sure everyone would label this as smut but just to play it safe MINORS STAY AWAY

You could feel him everywhere. His lips skimmed the edges of your skin, his hands roaming over everything they could reach, grabbing, moving, coloring your body with marks, his words filled your very being. They were the only thing that ran through your mind, te necesito or no me dejes or no me sueltes.

When he couldn’t speak, all you’d hear were your deep and heavy breaths mingling.

The tension continued to grow, his movements just getting rougher and rougher, and yet underneath all of that, he’d cup your face, make you look him in the eye, “We can stop if you want to.”

You shook your head each time and just brought him into a kiss that was more teeth then lip. He pulled you in and you did the same. Just pulling and pulling until you felt the tension snap.

He was slower now, softer. His fingers ran over every section of skin his hands had grasped, drawing circles every time you hissed and whimpered. His lips pressing themselves to every mark his fingers didn’t reach. And his eyes, those eyes that pulled you into him the second he stomped off the plane, those same eyes checked over every inch of you.

His voice whispered his thanks to you, of how later he’d worship you properly, he’d knell in front of you and show you his thanks for letting him just pull you into the storage closet, throw you against the door and let him have his way.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

Much like earlier you shook your head, and brought his lips to yours, only this time it was all lips and no teeth. All love, no lust.

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translations:

te necesito: I need you

no me dejes: don’t leave me

no me sueltes: don’t let go of me

——

Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon

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hey remmy!! If you are taking any more requests, could I request a fic based on the selfie Danny added to his story? just something fluffy for this Sunday lol ✨✨

✨ nonnie omg if we are talking about the one you sent me…. That jaw line is divineeeeee… and I just finished writing it and it came out more hot than I expected definitely a lot of 🥵🥵 vibes going here

For those of you who don’t follow Danny Ramirez on insta here’s the selfie

Fic below! ENJOY

Your eyes watching him hungrily as he took a selfie for his Instagram. It wasn’t his intention to bring attention to his jawline but as you waited for him to finish the story, your fingers continued to inch their way closer and closer.

And he knew. He knew the impact he had on you. The need and want that grew especially when he took selfies like that. The way your lips begged to be in contact with that sharp line, kissing and nibbling for as long as your heart desired.

Yet there you were so infatuated with him, that you didn’t pay attention to the way his arm moved, circling your waist as he rolled to face you. Only for you to find yourself laying on top of him, the soft soundless laughter that made his chest shake with giddiness bringing your attention from that jaw of his to his lips.

“Joaco!” You exclaimed after your landing. Giggling alongside his laughter, “what did you do that for?”

He just shook his head and continued to laugh. The hat that he wore, moving into its usual position until you thought that maybe you’d mess with him too.

You smiled softly at your man, running your fingers up and down his shoulders and upper chest, pouting as you spoke, “Kiss?”

He nodded, the vibrations of his chest coming to a stop as he brought his head up to meet yours. It was a simple kiss, but just enough of a distraction that he didn’t feel the disappearance of his hat until he found it resting on your head as you peered down at him.

“You little thief,” he laughed softly, “you just wanted my hat.”

You winked at him as you laughed at your prank, and then brought the front of the hat down, mimicking the pose he had made when he took the picture.

“Don’t I look good babe?”

His eyes were on you. Just the way yours were when he took the picture, “You look good in everything babe,” he pushed himself up so that the two of you were chest to chest and nipped at your neck softly before whispering in your ear, “but you look especially good in my hat.”

Your eyes remained on him, with that same hungry look in them, “Don’t you know babe, it’s our hat now.”

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @Barzal-Burakovsky @young-romanoff @xoxabs88xox @xbuchananbarnes

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hii!!! first of all i love your writings, they're so good and wholesome. thank you sm for those🥺 and uhm can i request a torres fic where he is being clingy and needy bc he got baby fever? pwease🥺

omg boo thank you sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 yes I can definitely do a needy Joaquin. Just want to note I’ll be including this as part of my “ocean” universe but this will be with a gn!reader in comparison to the other baby-related ones.

also this might have become more hot than you were expecting nonnie... as was i but when I start writing something I let my mind just run with it..

so just to be safe, bc of how it turned out, I’m labeling this one 18+ so stay away minors please

“Amor,” Joaquin practically purred in your ear as his arms began to trail up and down your body, his fingers tracing over your face, pressing down on your lips as your eyes fluttered open to see him looking down at you with the needy look you’d gotten used to seeing on him recently.

The neediness only seemed to grow as your eyes met his, “Good morning,” you whispered softly.

“Hola, mi amor,” his lips trailed down your face, even biting your ear playfully as you tried to get out of bed.

“No,” Joaquin growled as he pulled you back into his chest, “Stay with me, please.”

Those needy eyes pulled you in as you looked back at them. They were calling you in, bringing your own need for Joaquin up to the surface, but somehow you had the strength to swallow it down, even as your body and mind crashed against one another.

“Amor,” you cooed softly, your fingers running through Joaquin’s rather messy morning hair, “I have to get ready for the day.”

Then he pouted in response, and you found yourself having to divert your eyes before your body would win in its battle against your mind. But nonetheless, his own yearning caused yours to grow and you let yourself drown in it, bringing Joaquin with you into the shower.

Under the hot water, you gave Joaquin complete access to you just as he did for you. Soon your bodies were burning, and it wasn’t because of the water that was currently hitting his back but because of the pull growing between the two of you.

His hands searched for any piece of you they could just hold while his lips slowly traced the outline of your face and neck. And when his lips weren’t in contact with your skin, they whispered words on your skin, dreams of having a family with you, raising a child together.

You nodded. For every word he etched on your skin, your mind screamed its response, but your lips produced no words. Not because you didn’t want to tell him, but because when you were consumed by Joaquin, you could produce no word other than his name.

The water cooled, and yet the tension continued to grow. Pulling and pushing, you brought Joaquin to the cliff’s edge just as he did the same to you.

His arms pulled you into him as he wrapped you in the soft cotton towel. Softly and slowly, he dried every inch of you, letting you take a breath, before you did the same for him. And yet even as the two of you got dressed, his hands found a way to keep any contact with your body and when you were just a step too far away, his eyes kept watch instead.

“Tu sabes que te amo,” those needy yet soft eyes so full of adoration and love watching your every move, “sí?”

You looked back at him, hoping that your eyes carried that same love and adoration that you had for him, “Of course I do,” slowly making your way over to him, as you grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles, “I hope you know I love you too.”

He nodded, his eyes focused in on your lips as they continued to show their love on Joaquin’s hand before moving to his other hand, “Yo se.”

Even as he followed you into the kitchen, Joaquin didn’t try to hide his neediness to hold you. Your own need for him was now tamed but you found no need to stop Joaquin.

“Creas que yo sería un buen papá?” The question wasn’t coming from a place of fishing for compliments but from genuine doubts that you knew lived in the depths of Joaquin’s heart. He loved, loved so much, and yet there were still times where he wondered if it was enough, if he was enough.

You turned around and softly cupped Joaquin’s face, making sure that you could look him straight in his eyes, “Tu serías el mejor papá de todo el mundo. No hay nadie más con quien quisiera construir una familia.”

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translations:

tu sabes que te amo, sí?: you know that I love you, right?

yo se: I know

Creas que yo sería un buen papá?: do you think I’d be a good dad?

Tu serías el mejor papá de todo el mundo. No hay nadie más con quien quisiera construir una familia: you would be the best dad in the whole world. There is no one else I’d want to build a family with

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @barzal-burakovsky @young-romanoff