#joaquín torres reader insert

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In a Heartbeat

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

4k words

she saves someone, and joaquin saves her.

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

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

Until she did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Torres! We gotta go, man!” 

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

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

—

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

But then she did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, it’s you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All because of the Falcon who saved her.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Blossom

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 1050 words

Outline: Having a crush on your boss and coworker clouded your vision from seeing things as they truly were.

Warnings: mutual pining, insecure reader.

Author’s Note: Finally my flower shop au is here! I have been changing this idea and this set a lot but I am satisfied with this so much, please enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

“Try doing it a bit to the left.” You obediently follow his instructions and twirl the ribbon a bit to the left. The rose bouquet in your hands felt foreign yet this was your job.

“Yes like that and then carefully pick the thorns,” Joaquin speaks, his voice sweet like butter while brushing his fingers ever so slightly over your hand. The sheer movements cause electricity to vibrate through your skin.

“Wouldn't want anything to hurt you.” He smiles warmly, and it feels brighter than the sun, brighter than the hottest summer day. Illuminating his face in such a way that feels your heart with pure joy.

“Yes, you are doing wonderfully.” He continues as he watches your movements and you are very careful not to allow your emotions rise up to the surface keeping a polite smile on your face and averting his gaze.

“Your instructions are perfect, Joaquin. Thank you. ” You try to clear your throat and speak as unemotionally as you can wrapping the final ribbon together and lifting the bouquet to admire it. This was your boss and coworker, you should be feeling the way you were feeling right now, no matter how similar your ages were. 

“Ten red roses. Someone must be very much in love.” You continue, a fit of very hidden jealousy in your tone. The truth is no one had ever brought you flowers, and your unrequited crush on your coworker and boss really didn’t help your situation today. Looking at the bouquet for a moment or two longer, you place it down and go to the computer to check the next order. 

“Ten is too little,” Joaquin mumbles shrugging his shoulders. “Some people deserve a thousand and more.” There is always a playfulness in the way he spoke, a certain kind of warmth that engulfed your soul and made you genuinely happy just to exist with him in the same lifetime. 

“Some never get any.” You mumble under your teeth and shake your head before beginning to type something on the computer to distract yourself from the conversation. 

Joaquin picks up the bouquet in his hands and taps you on the shoulder ever so slightly with it. “Beautiful people deserve beautiful flowers.” You glance at him from the corner of your eye trying to decipher his meaning, wondering whether he heard you correctly or not. 

“Take it. From me. For your new house.” You take a moment to yourself contemplating, not daring to look at him. This wasn’t anything important, you didn’t have to think about it too much. You nod your head and take a deep breath before turning him towards him to take the bouquet from him, a smile adorning his handsome face. 

“For you.” For once more, your hands touch his, and the butterflies in your stomach attack you. This is going to get really hard for you, real soon enough. You want to stay in the moment and not think too much about the future or decide to run away. So you just whisper a very low ‘thank you and look at the flowers remorsefully. 

“You know I've never really had someone give me a huge bouquet before.” You roll your eyes. “Any kind of bouquet actually. Well or even a single flower.” The words seem to leave your mouth on their own, it’s not like you to open up at all. 

“Well everyone you have dated is an idiot,” Joaquin says with confidence thick in his voice.

“I haven't.” You blurt out, low as a whisper not looking at him, instead of brushing your fingers over the delicate petals.

“Never?” He sounds surprised. 

“No. I mean. No.” You hesitate for a second, there was no reason for him to know this and yet here you were running your mouth. The very next moment his hand is pushing your hair away from your face slowly, softly, and with a precious kind of affection. 

“Mira me.” His voice feels like velvet sheets wrapping around your body. You can’t help but follow his instructions once more, and glance up at him, brown eyes meeting yours. Hopefully, you won't run away now. His other hand is so close to the one caressing the flowers. The close contact freezes you in place. Everything is so new to you. He holds on to your face and maybe now you are watching the future unfold right in front of your eyes.

“May I?” He leans forward and places his hand on your cheek, his fingers caressing your cheek softly like running your fingers over silk. He is coming closer, you'd think your heart would beat out of your chest but instead, you felt calm and serene. You wanted this and it surprised you how much you did. As if you were waiting all your life for a moment like this. This is how things should fall into place. A moment is written in time and space. 

You sigh deeply and let him kiss you, memorizing the way his lips taste like honey and cinnamon against yours and how they feel like velvet on your skin. 

This is where he belongs, this is where you belong. The kiss is sealing your fate, each second a shared lifetime.

Until the distinct sound of the bell ringing when a customer walked in through the door caused you to pull quickly apart. 

Oh right, work, that pesky thing. You jolt back to your place rearranging flowers in the display section while Joaquin is talking animatedly with the customer. A young couple in love. They were interested in a wedding package. Joaquin glanced and smiled at you every chance he got, especially when you accidentally knocked down some flyers. 

From then on, it was him and you, intertwined and entangled in one another forevermore. When he closes the shop early, he takes your hand in his and proudly squeezes you close to him, walking you down the streets back to your place. 

And from then on your fates your sealed and in years down to come, everybody in the city knew of Joaquin’s and Y/N’s great love. 

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What Has Been Done ~ 1

A/n: i know we’re way past the point of tfatws content, but i’ve had a lot of fun writing this, and i really wanted to share it with y’all! Torres is heavily underrated imo, and he’s such a cool character to write for! Enjoy!! <3 (masterlist)

Warnings: language, brief descriptions of violence, conspiracy, mentions of military/police, slow burn, angst, afab!reader, eventual smut, friends to lovers

Word count: 2.5k 

You don’t mean to find yourself in the middle of a government conspiracy. Actually, if it were up to you, you’d go so far the other way, in order to avoid a conspiracy.

And yet, here you are.

It starts out innocently enough.

A cream colored manila envelope on your desk, your name written in big, bold letters.

This is not new. Working at as a journalist, you get plenty of letters. Some good, some bad. You never know what it’s going to be until you open it.

Your boss, Clark Lane, sticks his head in the door to your office as you slide a finger under the lip of the envelope.

“More fan mail?” he asks, and you shake your head, eyes skimming down the contents.

It looks like an official report, but so much of it’s been blacked out by censors, it’s nearly impossible to make it out.

“I think it’s a military report,” you say, frowning slightly. You turn the page, revealing a map and a grainy photograph. Squinting, you try to make out what — or rather, who — it is, but it’s impossible.

“Just shred it,” Lane says. “Last thing we need is some conspiracy nutter trying to get published.” You nod, distracted. A few words catch your eye, and something niggles at the back of your mind. You wait until Lane’s gone to put everything back in the folder.

You open the bottom drawer on your desk, the only one with a lock, and hide the envelope beneath a few other files you’re saving for later.

~~~

And you forget about it. For an entire month, you go about your life. The day after you receive the files, though, you notice a black van across the street from your office.

You don’t think anything about it. Right up until you get a look at the two men in the van.

They look… official, to say the least. But more than that, you remember seeing one of them at your local coffee shop.

Still, you try to play it off as a coincidence, ignoring their presence as best you can, varying your routines, having someone walk you to your car, just trying to move on with your life.

Until they show up at the drugstore, late one night. You’re on your way home for the evening, stopping to pick up a few essentials, and you hear the bell above the door ding.

Your head comes up, awareness pricking your spine, and you watch as the two study a display of reading glasses.

Something tells you to get out. Now. You abandon your basket in the aisle and head for the back door. A quick glance in the window as you leave confirms your suspicions.

They’re looking for you.

You’re not fast enough. Someone steps out of the shadows, cutting off your path to your car. You turn, figuring it’d be better to stay inside, where there’s at least one witness and plenty of cameras.

But when you step back into the drugstore, the other two are waiting. The lone clerk keeps her head down, organizing her till.

“Is there a problem?” you ask, glancing between them and the clerk, feeling bold and foolish and scared out of your mind.

The taller of the two shifts, his jacket opening a little. The fluorescent lights catch the silver of his gun.

“Depends on you,” he says. The bell over the door dings, the third one slipping inside.

“Store’s closing in fifteen,” the clerk says without looking up. You glance between the three, boxed in and cornered.

Your mouth opens, and he lifts out the gun.

“No sudden movements,” he says quietly. Tears spring to your eyes. You’re trapped, with no way out and little clue as to why these people are gunning so hard for you. It not like you actually published the information in the folder.

The clerk looks up.

“If you’re not going to buy anything, quit loitering in the doorway.” She steps out from behind the till.

“Stay there,” you call, stepping towards her. The gun swings up, leveled at your chest.

“Shut up,” the man says. You grit your teeth. The clerk steps closer, at an angle to see the gun now.

“Hey!” she calls, startling you all.

It’s a mistake. The man swings the gun towards her. You lunge, trying to knock him down, to give the clerk and yourself a chance to escape. The other two are on you in an instant.

You’re no seasoned fighter, but you can fight dirty. The four of you end up rolling on the floor, grappling for the first one’s gun.

It ends up in your hands.

You scramble away, grasping it in trembling hands. The first man finds his way to his feet, and in a panic, you squeeze the trigger.

At such a close range, it hits its target. But the other two are still coming.

You’re not as lucky.

Your aim is wild, and you watch in slowed down horror as one bullet finds its way to the clerk, who’s been caught in the crossfire.

She grasps her chest and crumples the ground. You drop the gun in horror, backing away as the two men remain crouched, waiting to see what you do.

Tears blinding you, you run, trying to plan.

You hesitate to go to the police, because you don’t know who these men are, and there’s something about the way they carry themselves that makes you think they are law enforcement.

You’ll withdraw all the savings you have, you decide. Pack a small bag — including the file — and go off the grid.

A wise idea, as it turns out.

Because the very next morning, the entire world is looking for you.

~~~

Joaquín Torres rubs the back of his neck as he fills out another form. If he’d known it was going to be such a headache to give Sam Wilson and Bucky “The Winter Soldier” Barnes a hand, he’d have passed.

Well, okay, not really. Because it was cool to be able to help them.

But he could really do without the paperwork.

His CO enters, slapping a fat folder of papers down on the desk, and he bites back a groan.

More busywork.

This CO — Major Smith — is new, his old one having retired, and Torres is still trying to endear himself to the man. He’s older and more “traditional” — which is code for being a real hard ass.

Major Smith rolls his eyes, disdain evident.

“Still working on the reports for your little excursion, Torres?” Smith asks, and he bites his tongue to keep from pointing out that the “excursion” was sanctioned and actively encouraged.

“Almost done, sir,” he says, and he’s quite proud of himself for keeping the exhaustion out of his tone.

“They can wait,” Smith says. “I want you to take a look at this instead.” He taps the top of the folder twice, and Torres takes a deep breath in through his nose.

“What’s this?” he asks. Smith waves him off.

“New assignment. A target I want brought in.” Torres frowns slightly at him, trying to calculate Smith’s angle.

“Sir, I’m happy to take the assignment, but isn’t there anyone else who can take point on this? Since I’m still trying to wrap up the aftermath of the Flag Smashers.” Major Smith looks annoyed, and he taps the top of the file again, punctuating his words.

“I’m giving you this because it’s your hometown. I’ve read your file, Torres, and I figured you’d want a chance to see some of your old haunts.” Torres glances down at the words.

“Sure. I mean, yes, sir. I’ll be on the next plane out.”

And he is, along with his team, bordering on record turnaround time. 

Because the more he looks at the assignment, the less things make sense. Because he knows the target. Better than Smith probably realizes.

He grew up with you. You and your brother, that is, and he finds it hard to believe you’re what they’re saying you are. What they’re saying you did.

But a lot can change in two years.

~~~

You haven’t seen Joaquín Torres since your brother’s funeral.

In the aftermath, he gave you a card, told you to call if you ever needed anyone, and you just… never did. Maybe it’s because a part of you chafed at needing someone, or maybe it’s because he reminds you too much of your brother.

You don’t know.

Regardless, you never called, and enough time passed that anytime you seriously considered it, you always felt weird.

Today, you’re seriously debating calling him as the news runs through its cycle again.

Your face — the one from your ID — is plastered over all the channels, and they’re calling you a spy. Footage of the incident at the drugstore plays again, and you look away. You can’t see that awful moment again.

The clerk — whose name was Betty Williams, according to the news — was pronounced dead at the scene, along with another unidentified man.

It’s being pinned on you, and you’re being torn apart on every news channel.

You chew the inside of your cheek and fight back tears, pacing a path in your tiny motel room, out of options and afraid for your life.

If you were going to go to the police, that time has passed. The very fact that you’re being branded as a spy means someone high-up is most likely pulling the strings. The police wouldn’t be able to do jack shit.

You’ve managed to go three days without being found, but that time has to be running short. The idea of calling Torres crossed your mind when one news station reported military intelligence forces being involved. You haven’t kept up with him, but you do know he’s still part of the Air Force.

At the very least, you’re hoping he can tell you what to do. You make another lap of the room.

There’s a knock on your door. Your pulse thrums in your head, drowning out any other noise.

They’ve found you.

“Sparky?” You grit your teeth at the old, familiar nickname, given to you by one Joaquín Torres and your brother when you were barely old enough to walk. Carefully, you peek through the peephole, sagging with relief when you see Joaquín Torres on the other side.

Slowly, you open the door, looking past him, down the hall, tense and ready to run.

He pushes past you, into the room, closing the door behind him.  

“So,” he says, “you want to tell me what the hell is going on? Why you’re on a national watchlist?” You sit down on the bed, hard, and look up at him, biting your lip to keep it from quivering.

You’re not usually this emotional, but you’re just wrung out.

“I don’t know,” you say, finally, voice cracking. You reach for your bag. “How did you even find me?” You find the folder and slap it on the bed beside you. He glances at his watch, then the door.

“Motel owner ratted you out. I told my team I’d look into it, since I know you. see if I could get you to come in without a fight.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“So you’re here to bring me in?” Torres grimaces.

“It’s looking like that.” You let out the breath in a shuddering laugh.

“I’m not a spy. Hell, I work at the local newspaper. I’ve known the people of this town as long as I’ve been alive. But they all just turned on me. You know what Lane said, when the news broke and they interviewed him? He said he’d always seen it coming.” Torres glances out the window, then back at you, looking torn.

“Just come in,” he says, “and we can get this settled. If you’re really innocent, then it won’t take long to get everything cleared up.” You shove the folder at him.

“Except I’m pretty sure someone in the government is trying to silence me.” He takes the folder, flipping it open carefully.

“What is this?” You give him the details, what you’ve been able to figure out so far. Not much, other than this all centers around some shadowy figure known only as the Power Broker.

“And someone started tailing you?” he asks. You nod.

“Yes. After I got that file. I think someone wanted to expose the truth, but they got to whoever it was before they could. So it got passed to me. Which pretty much confirms the existence of some kind of conspiracy.” You open your mouth to continue, and he holds up a hand, pressing the earpiece he’s wearing tighter against his ear.

“Listen, Sparky,” he says, “I’m out of time. Just come in, and I’ll protect you. We can work this out together.” You take the folder back from him, tucking it back in your bag and shaking your head.

“You saw the footage! I might have pulled the trigger, but they were trying to get me. If I come in, I’ll be dead within the hour. Someone doesn’t want this information to see the light of day, and they’ve already proven they’re willing to kill me to stop it. I’m sorry, Torres, but I can’t go with you.” He looks desperate, glancing between the door and you, tense, as if he expects you to run.

His hand tightens into a fist, and then he rips the earpiece out.

“Damn it,” he hisses, throwing the piece on the ground. He stomps it with his foot, shattering it.

“You’re going to help me?” You can’t help but sound surprised. He shakes his head with a long-suffering sigh.

“Like you said: I’ve known you all your life. You wouldn’t do what they’re saying. We’ll figure this out together.” You hope your eyes convey the gratefulness you’re feeling, because the lump in your throat is making it hard to speak.

~~~

He’s got his CO yelling in his ear, chatter from his men doing a shit job of maintaining radio silence, and the news on the TV all talking at once, making it hard to think.

But as you look up at him from your position on the bed, sheen of tears in your eyes, he knows he’s a goner.

He can’t resist the puppy dog eyes, least of all from you, and he really does mean what he says.

You wouldn’t do this. You’re not a spy, and you’re sure as hell not a murderer.

“Torres, whatever the hell you’re thinking,” Smith says, “you better quit thinking it. You bring the target in right now, or I swear to Christ I’ll demote you so far down you’ll-” He tears out the earpiece.

At best, if you’re wrong, you both look like conspiracy nuts. At worst, you’re right, and this is bigger than either of you.

Further, if you’re wrong, this will mean the end of his career. Disobeying direct orders is a death sentence.

But as you grasp his hand, standing and tugging him into a tight hug, he’s a little hard pressed to say no.

God, he hopes you’re right.

[torresbarnes]

MEETING YOU(1/?)

prompts : the reader is a bad ass hacking security systems and Sam needs her help what happends when Joaquin meets her ?!

NOTE- THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FAN FIC WRITEN SO YEA ;) also my first language is not English so I’m sorry for errors :/

in was a normal day and BAU and y/n gets a call out of nowhere she is confuse as the caller ID it’s Sam Wilson and old friend. She picks up and the first things she hears is a happy Sam

“Hey Y/N ” he says in a happy tone

“Hey Sammy ”

“ So listening I know it’s been a while since I last talked with you and things kinda got chaotic but I... I really need your help “ he says

“mjmm I figured that you needed my help the moment I saw your name on the phone screen” she said laughing a little.

Moments later after the call Sam had ended, he sent her the pin of the place she is needed and it was an Air Force base so that definitely confused her a little.

After she got off work said her goodbyes to Garcia and Morgan, she was off to her home to rest she knew tomorrow was going to be hard day, since Sam needed her in the morning bright and early.

Next morning it’s 6:30 she got dressed in a black blazer and black pants as in a white shirt underneath so that she was a little bit of color on her life even tho she looked like a bad ass in black ,but Sam will bully her saying she looked like she was going a funeral , anyways she got her hair done and put some black heels (or sneakers whatever it’s your preference)

She got of the house by 7:45 it’s was a new record to be honest because she is always late. A couple of minutes has past and she gets to the Air Force and parks her (car of preference) , and then text Sam that she is here , gets a message after that he is waiting for her so she goes to look for him.

She finally finds a grinning Sam waiting for her with open arms she happily goes to hug him after a big bear hug he says “Let’s get to work” she just rolls her eyes. After a few minutes she is already set in a cam room with a lot of computers ready to get to work and hack some systems to get some info in this man so called “New Captain America” she doubts that someone is going to replace America’s ass aka Steve Rogers.

Out of nowhere a young man is calling for Sam, he opens the door of the room he says “It’s Sam in here” mind you she still haven’t turn around to look at him she is so focused in her work , she finally turns around to a handsome young man as they hold an eye contact for a couple of seconds before he breaks it she says “No he left a couple of minutes ago saying he was going to get coffee ” she finished with a soft smile . He just stands there and nods still in complete shocked at the beauty of this women as he got a good looked at her stunning (e/c) and (h/l) (h/c) before closing the door.

Later Sam came with the coffees entering the base and a happy Joaquin approaches him

“So who’s the girl in the cam room?” he says with small smile one that Sam doesn’t escape to see. Sam just chuckled saying “ So I guess you saw Y/N she is helping us with the John Walker thing” “ Ohh ok she’s pretty tho” the young man speaks a fact and Sam says “You should ask her now if a really think about it you guys will really be a cute couple” Joaquin just looks down leaving as he doesn’t feel good enough to get with a girl.

Sam comes in the room and hands you your coffee and says “I think Lieutenant Torres has heart eyes for you “he says with a smirk across his face you just looked at him in confusion. He finally says “The dude that came here earlier asking for me” says laughing as he sees the confusion in your face. You just say “ Ohh ok he’s cute tho “ whispering the last part even tho he perfectly heard you .As a smirk flew across his face knowing that he was already making a plan to make you to get together.

[bobfloydsbabe]

Introduction

Hi! Welcome to my fics masterlist. This list encompasses all fics and drabbles I've written and posted on Tumblr, though some are cross-posted on other platforms. All fics feature OCs. I don't write reader inserts, and I don't intend to. I hope you'll enjoy these stories, regardless. You can find my OC masterlist here. Don't hesitate to ask if you have questions. Enjoy!

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TOP GUN: MAVERICK Writing for: Bob, Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster

BIRTHDAY BLURB NIGHT MASTERLIST

OUTER RANGE Writing for: Rhett Abbott

BRIDGERTON Writing for: Anthony Bridgerton and Benedict Bridgerton

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE Writing for: Peter Parker and Joaquín Torres

ONE CHICAGO Writing for: Jay Halstead

[margarethx]

I already talked about this before in more detail, but it’s still a problem, so here we go again... I really, really wish people would give Joaquín Torres more personality and better roles in stories that are ultimately about Sambucky. I feel like 9/10 times the guy gets reduced to either: 1) Sam’s fanboy, 2) a person who makes Bucky jealous... Nothing more. And I understand that both of those things are pretty heavily supported by canon (especially the first one), but he honestly deserves more.

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I would love to see more stories where Joaquín is saving Sam or Bucky’s ass. Or where he’s their younger over-enthusiastic friend they train to become a superhero. Well... Sam trains him and Bucky sits around complaining, but he’s reluctantly proud of the kid and his progress. Where Sam becomes some sort of his father figure/mentor. Where he’s supportive of them getting together without having his entire personality reduced to a pseudo-reader-insert Sambucky shipper. Let the guy do something cool on a mission, joke a little, impress other characters, have more than one personality trait...

I’m just kind of tired of Sambucky fics in which Joaquín is either: embarassing (because how dare he think he could date Sam when Bucky’s right there? haha), humiliated (because he dared to ask Sam or Bucky out and it backfired), stupid (because he doesn’t notice that they’re into each other, lol), annoying (because Sam and Bucky were about to have a moment and he had to walk into the room and destroy it), boring (he talks about something personal and the main characters just want him to shut up) etc... I don’t have a problem with Joaquín being part of those stories or even with him having a very small role in them. I have a problem with so many writers only putting him into those stories, so he can push Sam and Bucky by accident or to make him a target of some humiliating joke, because he was an obstacle standing in the way of a ship like a fool. He deserves a better treatment.

To be clear: I’m taking specifically about Sambucky stories that have Joaquín Torres in them. Not fics about Joaquín in general. And I don’t even believe there is anything inherently bad about Torres helping Sam and Bucky become a couple (it can be cute) or about Bucky being jealous (he sort of is), or about Sam being Joaquín’s idol (he clearly is). But you can use those tropes in different ways... And I feel like most people tend to choose the most boring or cruel interpretations that lead to Joaquín being so devoid of his natural charm that he could’ve been replaced with some random coworker named Dave and it wouldn’t make a difference. That boy is so excited, unintentionally funny, curious, cute, and determined to do a good job. It should really be easy to write him like that for one paragraph...

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And the weirdest thing about it is that I know a few writers who do that (or at least did that in the past), but who get (rightfully) annoyed or angry when Sam is written the same way... As an oblivious, kinda-straight, embarassing friend without personality, whose entire role is to push two other characters together - on accident or on purpose - or to be surprised and clueless when he learns they were together for a while.

Those authors already complained about it in the past when other people were treating Sam like that. But now they do it with Joaquín Torres and can’t see why that’s weird and unpleasant to read for someone who likes the guy.

[donottouchredbutton]

Endlessly Falling

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

3k words

she was falling, and there was only one person she trusted to catch her.

set in the same universe as this fic

warnings: angst, fear, canon-typical violence but i think it's pretty vague, reader/ofc has a fear of heights, idk let me know if i'm missing anything

note: idk if this is any good, i wrote it in like four hours unedited while i was trying to distract myself from burnout from work. feedback is always welcome :) also let me know if you notice anything familiar about sunshine's backstory... idk maybe there's something there, maybe there's not. let me know what you think!

She was running for her life. Again. She was really getting tired of this shit. 

She remembered a few weeks ago when the worst thing she had to worry about was getting her essays turned in on time, emailing her professors, and working on her thesis, back when she was just a grad student. Since meeting Joaquin, she found herself in trouble a lot more than she ever expected to be. 

That wasn’t to say this was the first time she’s ever had to run for her life, or that meeting Joaquin was the start of her getting into trouble. Or that meeting Joaquin was her first time helping a superhero. No, she had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. She remembered when she was a teenager the few (multiple) times when her dad’s work followed him home (literally) and having to hide or having to flee her own home just so he could take care of it. Terrifying as it was, she had learned to be good at finding the best hiding spots on the fly. And she still remembered when she was nineteen being trapped in a cage with a monster (who, to be fair, was her dad, but we won’t go into the specifics this time), with the intention of being mauled to death alongside a woman she barely knew. And just a year later, having to travel halfway across the world to help a superhero with identity issues to stop a cult and rescue her dad from said cult (her dad had a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, but he would always tell her that her uncle was even worse). 

Yeah. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And she was positive it wouldn’t be her last, either. 

But she sure as hell didn’t miss having to do this. 

Sam and Joaquin had both understood and agreed initially that they needed her help if they were going to stop this underground terrorist group. Bucky had been on the fence about it at first, thinking her too nice and innocent to get involved, but once she had proved herself in a fight the first time he had realized he had jumped the gun on judging her. She was a formidable opponent while still being able to maintain her happy nature and her positive, love-for-life attitude. 

Which was why she found herself in this position for the first time in years. She hadn’t meant to cause a distraction, she had just been sent by the men on a reconnaissance mission to one of their underground meetings while the three of them tried to take out their base of operations nearby. Even to her, the meeting was much bigger than she had been expecting, and the sound of the men updating her on their progress through her earpiece was only confirmation: they were a much bigger threat than they had initially believed. She had been listening to one of the leaders of the group as he slowly but surely began riling everyone up, his voice raising as he spoke to them about forcing order to the world and subjecting the people who had no care for them. He was nearly shouting at that point, and it was honestly beginning to frighten her. She was so ensnared by his words that the sound of Sam yelling through the earpiece completely threw her off her guard. 

“GET DOWN! IT’S A TRAP!”

The sound of gunshots on the other end of her earpiece caused her to gasp in fear, which caused her to slap her hand over her mouth in dread. She was scared for her friends, but she was also terrified at the sudden silence that happened in the room next to her after she did so. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as what was surely only a few seconds felt like years as she awaited what would happen. She didn’t dare breathe as she waited, her back pressed against the wall to make herself as small as possible. 

“Someone’s here with us. Take care of it.”

The leader’s words were just loud enough for her to hear, but it was more than enough to set her off at a sprint to get out of there. 

She had been running for what had felt like forever when she finally thought to check in with the others to make sure they were okay, and to find out what the hell happened. 

“What the hell happened?” she shouted through the earpiece. 

“They knew we were coming! It was a setup!” Sam shouted back. He and Bucky were fighting off terrorists left and right as they themselves tried to get out of the base. Their initial plan had been to find the leaders at the base and to either a) reason with them and get them to come willingly (Sam’s idea) or b) stop them by any means necessary (Bucky’s idea), but the three men had been met with nearly an entire army once they got there like they knew they were coming. The place had been booby trapped of all things, tipping the group off so that they opened fire seconds later. They all knew that if they were in trouble, she would be too. “Get outta there, now!”

“I’m trying!”

And she was. Unfortunately for her, the place was a maze, and with about ten angry men chasing after her, it was hard for her to focus on where all of the hallways led to rather than just trying to get away from them. Her fear was making it hard to think, and luckily it was making it hard to think about the fear itself. She just needed to get away. 

The sound of Joaquin’s voice in her ear immediately began to uncloud her mind. “Find a way to go up! Stairs, ladder, window, anything! I’ll come find you!”

She wasn’t able to think about how he would be able to do so, but she listened to him anyway. She trusted him enough to believe he was telling the truth. 

Truthfully, Joaquin didn’t know if he was. He had split from Sam and Bucky once they had opened fire, Sam telling him to fly out of there to find their superior and tell them all they had learned about the group. He often thought about what it would be like to jump out as Falcon, but he wasn’t exactly able to reflect on those expectations when he was in the middle of a life or death situation. He thought once he did so that he was in the clear, but there had been a couple of helicopters right outside waiting for him. So, they had air support. Of fucking course they did. 

Joaquin was sure that their superior would get an earful from Sam once they were finally on the clear (if they ever got to that point). He was doing his best to take out the people shooting at him from the helicopters, making sure they stayed focused on him so they wouldn’t start shooting elsewhere, but the entire time his focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her, and he was riddled with guilt. 

Joaquin was the one who had fought so hard to convince Sam and Bucky that she could help them on this mission. While they had both known she could handle herself, they were hesitant to let her go into the field with them, especially on a mission like this. She would have to get about as close as she physically could to this terrorist group without them finding out she was there, and they weren’t willing to risk her getting hurt or worse if something went wrong. It was the last thing Joaquin ever wanted, but he saw how hard she fought to convince them. He saw her conviction and determination, and more than anything, he saw that she truly cared. She just wanted to help, and Joaquin knew that. She was running for her life right now because he was the one to convince them to let her help. 

She was in danger because of him. 

He was right about her needing to find a way up. She had found a door that led her to a staircase all the way up to the roof. She took a quick glance over her shoulder to see how close the men were, finding them far away enough for her to be able to lock the door behind her. If she wasn’t running for her life, she would’ve thought about how it definitely seemed like a safety issue for the door to even have a lock, but she was more concerned about buying herself at least a minute or two to get to the top. She didn’t look back again after she locked the door and began to race up the stairs, not until she heard the sound of a gunshot blowing the door open. The information that they did have guns with them scared her more than she thought it would. They liked the chase, and they didn’t want the end to be quick if they did catch her. The thought made her blood run cold, and a new wave of adrenaline filled her as she continued to run. 

Once she reached the roof, once again locking the door behind her to buy herself some time, she looked out to try to find Joaquin anywhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be found. She braced herself as she looked over the edge of the building she was on, and the realization of just how far up she was was quick to set in. She hadn’t realized how long the staircase was nor how far up she had run, but the sight of the city what looked like miles beneath her caused her heart to beat faster for a completely different reason. She could handle most things—monsters, cults, running for her life. Heights weren’t one of those things. 

“Joaquin,” she said. She tried to steady the tremble in her voice, trying to control her breathing. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted back, trying to dodge the helicopter that was currently shooting at him. He was not on his way, but he needed to be soon if he wanted any chance of getting to her in time. 

The sound of the men chasing her banging on the door to the roof made her jolt, dread filling her veins like venom. They were throwing themselves against the door to get it open. Unsuccessfully, sure, but the knowledge that they had the means to get the door open with their weapons made her believe that this was just a sadistic scare tactic. The thought made her sick. 

“Joaquin,” she warned. She was unable to hide the fear she felt from her voice. Even she could hear her voice shake. 

So could Joaquin, and he knew they were both running out of time. Taking out the pilot in the final helicopter, he set the thrusters of his wings to full power before jetting off to where she was. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted once again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be there in enough time. Thinking fast, he added, “You’re gonna have to jump!”

Her stomach dropped at the thought. “I can’t,” she whispered. But she knew she was running out of options. The men chasing her would get tired of playing with her, and in seconds they would be out there with her. She’d have nowhere else to go. Her hands were already shaking as the reality of what she had to do was setting in. 

And she was right. The sound of the door to the roof being blown open made her jump, and the sight of the men closing in on her filled her with a fear she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“JOAQUIN!”

“JUMP!”

She didn’t think. She ran to the edge of the building and jumped, right before they could grab her. 

She’s fallen before. She’s fallen out of tall trees when she was little, her dad constantly scolding her for climbing trees when she knew she might fall, but that’s why she always did it—to get better at climbing without falling. She’s jumped off of high platforms, trying to get down from where she was to try to help someone who needed it. She’s been thrown off of the side of a building before, but even then that was done when she was unconscious. This was something different. Being in free fall for so long, that sinking feeling in her gut never leaving but slowly getting worse as she seemed to fall closer to the ground in slow motion. The air whipped at her as if punishing her for jumping, her fear only growing as it felt like she would be endlessly falling. 

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think to breathe. She couldn’t think, her mind somewhere up in the clouds that she seemed to remember falling through when she jumped. Her eyes were dripping with tears she couldn’t stop as the cool air burned them as she went. Another punishment, she thought. The air was thin, too, choking her up even more. She couldn’t find her voice, though if she did, she wouldn’t have been able to think about calling for Joaquin again. She couldn’t think about whether he would catch her in time. She just had to continue falling. 

Joaquin’s heart raced as he did, his sights set on her as he flew to catch her. He could hear the fear in her voice when she said she couldn’t jump, it had been clear as day to him that she was afraid to. He hadn’t wanted to make her do it, but he knew she had to. And he knew he would rather die than let her hit the ground. He wouldn’t let her get hurt again. He would make sure of it. 

When he was finally close enough, his arms reaching for her, Joaquin felt time stop. He couldn’t think. The only thing he could focus on as he reached for her was her eyes. Those eyes he had seen could hold such light and happiness as he had come to know her, those same eyes that were squeezed shut from fear and wet with tears he knew she couldn’t stop. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, never daring to let go. 

Once she felt him surrounding her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, aware enough to not choke him but clutching onto him like her life depended on it, because it did. There was nothing that would get her to let go. And now that he was holding her, she could finally feel herself breathe again. 

They were both silent as he flew them away from the building, away from all of the bad men who wished them harm, away from where she felt for a moment she was falling to her death. The pit in her stomach from falling was gone, replaced with something else she couldn’t place. She still felt sick feeling her insides shaken so much, but it wasn’t just that. She felt a pull inside her, not in her stomach but maybe in her chest. She couldn’t know for sure, still barely able to think or process what was going on. The only thing she knew for sure at that moment was that she felt well and truly safe wrapped up in Joaquin’s arms. 

Joaquin finally landed them on the roof of another building, much much shorter than the one she had jumped from and miles away. With the way she was clutching onto his back, he knew she could use a moment to stand on her own two legs and catch her breath. Once his feet touched the ground, he slowly eased her down as well, taking care to handle her gently for fear of causing her any more grief. His arms didn’t leave her even as she got her footing, nor did they when she leaned heavily against him once she was standing. She was still gripping him for dear life, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He was sure he was holding her in a similar way. 

“Are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes. He always made sure that she was, and if she wasn’t, he always did what he could to help. 

“…Yeah,” she answered slowly, barely audible if it weren’t for her mouth being so close to his ear. “Just… need a minute.” 

Joaquin knew that they didn’t have a minute. He should’ve already been with his superior by now, finishing up with the debrief as they waited for Sam and Bucky to return as well. But he wasn’t concerned with any of that right now. The only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms, shaking like a leaf as she tried to calm down. For her, he would make the time. 

He readjusted his arms around her so that he was hugging her instead, one arm around her waist while the other came up to her shoulders, his hand holding her head against him and stroking her hair. He tried to steady his breathing in a way that she could follow, willing his own heart rate to slow down as he tried to help her calm down. 

She wasn’t the only one who had felt like they were endlessly falling. The only difference was, his had been slow and steady, hardly noticing it was happening until it hit him all at once. And he knew he would fall again and again if it meant getting to hold her like this. 

[fluffyprettykitty]

Amarillo

Pairing: neighbor! Joaquin Torres x female reader

Word Count: 1714 words

Outline: Your second date with Joaquin goes a little bit different from what you were both expecting.

Warnings: Fluff with smut!, heavy nipple play, hand job, spit as lube, lingerie fetishization, body worship, grammar mistakes, if I missed anything or tagged something wrong please let me know!

Author’s Note: first time writing anything for Joaquin and so far the longest thing I've written, and this is also my submission for the @late-to-the-party-81 and @yarnforbrains all-new challenge, I used these two prompts (I think we found a new kink…, do you like my new...) and I hope I did this story and this character some justice, not beta 'ed, all mistakes are my own!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS PLEASE DNI.

In the quiet of your room listening to some uplifting music while you were dressed up for your second date with the cute guy from across the street. New neighbor Joaquin Torres. He had moved to your neighborhood a couple of weeks back and immediately you caught each other’s eyes. Although dating a neighbor is always awkward at first, you kept your distance.

However, after a night out at the local cinema with your best friend, you happened to run into him as you were getting your snacks from the bar. Nachos with extra cheese just as he liked it, he noted, with a bright smile greatly illuminated by his white t-shirt. As soon as your friend saw you two talking, she faked a sudden illness and left you all alone. Gotta love smart friends.

That night out together transcended pure magic and was like the start of something new. He drove you back home and held your hand till you reached your house and with a soft kiss goodbye, he promised a much better date next time. Even better?

And so that was you today, picking through dresses and tossing around clothes wondering what's his favorite color? What is your best feature to accentuate? You remember him telling you that his favorite color is yellow as you pick your lingerie first. Cotton feels with a pretty overlay lace pattern. Hasn’t been long since you bought them but you haven't worn them more than once.

Over it, you chose to wear a semi-maxi dark green floral dress, a new purchase, and your favorite pair of beige faux leather sandals. 'Perfect' you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror and then proceeded to fix your hair.

Picking up your bag, you proceed to leave your room with a final text to him, letting him know that you are ready. Only to get greeted by him a minute later standing at your front door with a bouquet of roses in his hands. What a gentleman. You place your bag on the table and you open the door for him.

Greeting him with your best-worn smile, accepting the flowers and asking him to come inside to search for a vase to place them in. As you moved around the living room, bouquet in your arms, you twirled around in your dress and give him a cute pose.

"Do you like my new dress?"

"Is very pretty, you look even prettier in it, you’re beautiful, Y/N."

Joaquin smiled nodding his head, sitting close by to the door. Finding the vase and carefully placing the flowers inside, you shoot him another bright smile. However, you noticed his eyes wandering to the slightly exposed strap of your dress. You felt his gaze fixating on it as you run your fingers through the strap to hide it back.

Yellow. Your bra was yellow. His favorite color. Just like you had planned. Naughty ideas begin to form in your head and you decide to let the strap fall down again over your shoulder.

You notice how his breath hitches, probably thinking about your bra and wondering what else you might be wearing. Letting out a deep chuckle as you notice the first droplets of sweat forming in his forehead. He's unable to speak for a few moments and you're only giggling, shaking your head.

Your plan is very much working, what you didn’t know is how much he actually liked yellow. That's when you finally notice it as he brings his hands to cover his crotch. He's getting hard at just the sight of you. A shock overwhelms him and he profusely apologizes and tries to leave.

"I'm sorry, I'm really, I’m sorry, your strap, the yellow, Dios, is driving me insane, I'm sorry, I should leave, this is not okay"

"No, please stay, Joaquin, is okay, I'm flattered, honestly you don't have to leave. You can…"

A wave of confidence washes over you as you take a step closer to him.

"Would you like to see all of it?"

His face is only a mix of shock and want as he nods his head and parts his lips.

"Please, I, I would love to but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

With a smirk you slowly take both of your dress straps down, exposing all of your bra and your breasts. You take a look at him as you shift in your movement jiggling them for him. All things are better in motion.

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous, y/n!”

He says in a hitched breath and you can tell he’s getting harder by the way his face looks concentrated and scrunched together.

“Go ahead, baby, touch yourself for me.”

Your commanding tone and your confidence lead him to palm himself at your sight. Pressing his lips together at his touch, a sense of pride overcomes you. He lets out a very small moan and is enough to make you clench your thighs together.

"Could I please, y/n, could I please touch them?"

His voice is close to a plea as he takes in your beautiful sight. Joaquin is licking his lips together just at the thought of touching them. Oh, you were about to make him a very happy man.

You motion with your two fingers for him to come closer. So he does not let a moment go to waste. Immediately grabbing both of your breasts feeling the weight of them in his hands, his breath hitching again and you look at him with a grin.

"Anything you want, baby boy, you can ask for."

"This color looks divine on you, cariño "

He barely manages to say as your next phrase makes his heart beat faster.

"All yours, baby, all for you, you can have them."

With a puppy look on his face, he leaned forward to kiss all over them tenderly but needily, alternating between softly squeezing them and kissing them. His kisses and his incredibly needy nature increase your desire.

Until he stops for a brief moment and looks up at you asking for permission with his beautiful brown eyes tugging at your bra with a pleading face. With a nod you allow him to push your bra down and so he does, taking a moment to marvel at the sight of them complimenting you.

“You look like a Goddess, Y/N. Real Aphrodite coming to life.”

With his delicate fingers, he begins to circle both of your breasts with large strokes, reaching for the areola and easing into a gentle breast massage. After a few moments, he gives them a little squeeze.

Then he goes on to trace your areola without touching your nipples, the sensation leading you to shut your eyes and your breathing pattern to change.

Joaquin moves his fingers to your nipples which are now very erect and hard, rubbing them slowly, increasing speed and pressure as you are reacting to his touch. You were very hot and bothered, your one hand going to wrap behind his neck for support.

That’s when he pinches your nipples, a rush of sensation flowing through you. He goes soft at first but then he pinches your nipples harder making you moan out his name in pleasure. Oh, you were very foregone now.

Switching his movements again he alternates between pulling your nipples and twisting them with his fingers, a very eager expression on his face as you react positively to all of his micro touches. You’re arching your back as you try to press yourself against the bookcase.

His next move is to take his fingers away and start breathing over them, blowing hot air on your now very sensitive nipples. Your mind goes crazy with all of the stimulation.

With a swift move, he takes a nipple between his lips and hungrily licks it in circles with the tip of his tongue. Shutting his eyes as he moans at the taste. Your own panties are now long drenching in your wetness. Your breasts were always the most sensitive part of your body. How on earth did he know? A very lucky coincidence to share.

Doesn't take him long to start sucking on the nipple, utterly desperate at the feel of your breast squeezing the other with the palm on his hand. Then, your hands are going to unbuckle his pants and palm his clothed cock, making him let go of your nipple for a second.

You reach for his cock, pushing his underwear down which only makes him suck harder on your nipple. Joaquin, then he flicks your nipple with the tip of his tongue moving on to cover it with the flat of his tongue.

You spit on your hand, the pure sound of it making him moan again once he realizes what you are doing. You spread it all over his cock and start pumping him slowly up and down. His pure fixation on your breast, his tongue working his magic on all of your sensitive nerves, is making your insides tighten and you’re finding it hard to sit still.

Going back to sucking on your nipple and squeezing the other breast, Joaquin is grinding his hips and cock to your hand, sounds of pleasure escaping both your mouths. Thankfully the windows are closed.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and you feel explosions everywhere, the sensation spreading throughout your body as the pleasure has been building slowly and gradually. Your climax is powerful and is coming in waves as you are trying hard to grab on to him when you feel your whole body falling apart on him.

Your loud cry of his name, and the way your body trembles are enough for him to cum all over your hand shooting ropes of cum on you and your new dress. His orgasm was muffled by the way he nibbled on your nipple as he felt the wave of pleasure washing him over.

That's how you both finish in your living room, right behind the main door, his cock in your hands, the nipple overstimulation making you finish, which was never something you expected you could do. Oh, he was way too good with his tongue. Looks like he is a man to keep around.

"Guess what, cariño. ”

His voice was soft echoing through the room, after a few moments when you both caught your breaths.

“ I think we found a new kink for the both of us."

[fluffyprettykitty]

Serendipity

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 600 words

Outline: You were a hopeless romantic dreaming of finding the one, he was wishing for exactly the same.

Author’s Note: Day twenty-four of the over 200 words daily prompts for February. Today's prompt is 'library/bookstore au'. With a short dash of soulmates au.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

"Hello, I am looking for a book. But I can't seem to find it."

"No problem, just give me a moment."

The voice on the other side of the phone sounded warm and homely. You were sure it belonged to a beautiful man. It never took you long enough to find yourself infatuated with a man. The less you know them, the better.

Finding yourself playing with the phone cord while you were briefly waiting, humming, and daydreaming. Until he tells you that the store will have your book by Friday.

Enthusiastically you thank him and end the call.

Can you fall in love with a voice?

You were a hopeless romantic, looking at the same stranger for more than a minute always resulted in you getting butterflies.

Can you fall in love with a daydream?

Come Friday you were excited and ecstatic to pick up your book.

What you never expected is how each and every one of your expectations came true. But it didn't happen immediately.

Walking through the open door of the store, the distinct dingle of the bell is heard, the wind brushing your hair while you are scanning the room. Your steps were steady and stable. Determined to find what you were looking for.

Walking forward confidently you reach for the register and place your hands on the shelf tapping your fingers anxiously. A man comes to greet but you can tell by the way his voice sounds that this was not the one you had talked to earlier this week. Not to mention that he looked well to be in his sixties.

"Hello, how may I assist you?"

"I am supposed to be picking a copy of a book today."

"Ah yes, we have it right here."

"I am terribly sorry but I spoke to someone else on the phone?"

"Oh that was my son, Joaquin, he is not here yet."

"Oh."

You audibly exclaimed, evident disappointment in your voice but a smile creeping on your face. Your dream might yet come true.

"Do you happen to know my son?"

"No, no, I was just wondering that is all."

What you didn't know was that Joaquin was in the back opening and organizing some deliveries and could clearly hear your conversation.

"Alright here is your book. If you would like to browse a little you can. We offer very sensible prices."

The man's voice was cheery and warm, it resembled a homecoming.

"Thank you, of course, I will take a look around."

Turning on your heel, you head to the romance section, browsing through the different books. It was true that you loved buying copies of the same books the prettier the cover was.

You were holding a book and reading its back cover, deep in your thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Heard you have been looking for me?"

Maybe all of my life. You think to yourself and smile warmly.

It doesn't feel like a startle, more like the calm breeze of the ocean on a warm summer night.

There is a smile formed in the curl of his lips, kind brown eyes shining underneath his glasses, dressed in a white tee that illuminated his face and his silk curls. He runs his fingers through his hair and licks his lips together.

"I have. Have you been looking for me?"

Now there is a sly smirk on your face as you are placing the book down.

"Maybe all of my life."

Your smile turns wider as you now know you can walk straight into your daydream.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Waking up in Paris

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 700 words

Outline: You wake up with a ring on your finger and a man by your side.

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, naked bodies. Alcohol mention. Bad Spanish on me.

Author’s Note: Day four of the over 200 words daily prompts for February. Today's prompt is 'accidental marriage'. Very silly, very fanficy, enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

Paris. The city of love.

Oh, how you wished and dreamt ever since you were a little kid to come here and get married to the man of your dreams. What wouldn't you give for this fantasy to become real? All this planning and daydreaming and now you were here, in this beautiful city!

You agreed to come here to help your sick boss who couldn't be there for the proceeding week. What an opportunity. The first three days you spend your time between sightseeing and working dedicatedly to meet all your bosses requirements. On the fourth day since your projects were all ahead, on your work you decide to let loose and have a few drinks at a beautiful place near the Eiffel tower.

That was exactly ten hours ago. Right now?

Your head is buzzing and throbbing. A burning sensation is filling your stomach and you are blinking slowly trying to understand your surroundings. Waking up, you realize you are naked, that is very much true, you pull at the sheets to cover your body. The next moment you are horrified to find a man, with a beautiful back wearing a gold chain hanging on the back of his neck and with the loveliest fluffiest curly hair you had ever gazed upon.

He wasn't snoring, he was sleeping soundly, small breaths escaping his mesmerizing plump lips. You take a long look at him and you reach out with your hand to tap on his shoulder, only to find something odd adorning your finger.

A ring.

A gold ring.

A gold ring on that finger.

The sound of a high-pitched scream echoes through the room as you jump away from the bed. Mortified you look at the man who was now awake looking at you in surprise. He was handsome. You were naked. At least the wedding night must have been fun!

"Mi Amor, don't panic!"

Oh shit, he was pretty. And his voice was smooth, made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He was the definition of a very handsome man. Is very hard of you to stop looking at him.

And his curls. You did always go crazy for men with curly hair. Maybe that's not a bad decision- oh wait. You're not supposed to be distracted by his very good-looking Adonis-like body right now. Why is there a ring on your finger?!

"Oh no, oh god, oh please no. This can't be happening right now!"

Your voice is trembling as you are holding on to your sheet. In contrast, his expression is calm, a small reassuring smile on his lips.

"You don't remember last night?"

He tries to reassure you, wrapping the sheet around him and taking a few steps closer to you.

"I don't remember anything!"

"You agreed to marry me."

"I didn't agree to anything!"

"Carino, you said I was the man you were always looking for and wouldn't let me get away. Exactly like that. Then you found some lawyer you knew and he drew up a contact for us. He even brought us the rings."

Well, he isn't wrong. You did always say that the first time you would find a handsome man you would snatch him up immediately. Guess drunk you were really bold and determined. And you had a friend here who worked in law and specialized in common-law marriages. It all adds up.

"What are we even supposed to do now? You don't know me, I don't know you!"

"We can take it slow, carino, despacito, escuche, por favor. We will take it slow. Alright? We can get to know each other. Breakfast on me?"

He takes another step closer to you and he extends his arm for you to hold as a sign of peace.

"I don't even know your name."

"My name is Joaquin."

"Well, my name is Y/N."

With the puppy look on his face, it would be futile for you to resist. You take his hand and hold it softly. You can feel his heart beating through the veins and you squeeze his hand.

Maybe, just maybe, waking up (drunk and married) in Paris is not so bad after all...

[stealtheshield]

What Has Been Done

A Joaquín Torres x Reader fic dropping later tonight!

Summary: When a mysterious file ends up on your desk, you find yourself in the middle of a government conspiracy surrounding a figure known only as the Power Broker. After an incident leaves two people dead, you find yourself turning to your old friend Joaquín Torres, the only one who’ll listen to what you have to say. Together, the two of you go on the run, trying to find out the truth and clear your name before it’s too late.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: slow burn, friends to lovers, angst, violence, conspiracy, mentions of the military/police, eventual smut

hypothetically if i had a Joaquín Torres fic to offer, would anyone be interested? asking for a friend.............