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These Hands Had To

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Reader Word Count: 963 Summary: After their first mission, Torres told Sam Wilson that people who said things were better during The Blip were wrong, and even though so many things have changed since the snap that reversed The Blip, he still firmly believes that. However, there was the emergence a rumor - possibly a reality - that was the stuff of folklore and fiction: a biological hierarchy of alphas and omegas determining new contexts for human interaction. It's Joaquin's job to sort and sift through the chatter of rumors, conspiracies, and whispers, and sort out what's plausible, but this... Content Warnings: omegaverse, brief strong language, fluff to smut (abrupt SMUTTY SMUT, p in v penetration)

Additional Notes: Written for the week three 'Something New' challenge for @the-slumberparty to try a trope I've never written before. I was struck with a big want to write something for Torres because he really doesn't get enough love, and then one thing led to another and I knew I wanted to throw him into an Alpha/Omega situationship, and I had ideas for their meeting and also ... their mating, but my brain also got flooded with the WHAT IF idea of what if when the Avengers snapped everyone back into existence, they also triggered an omegaverse that was slowly but surely manifesting among the world population? because... why not start entertaining that what if? idk. if this lands, I think there's room for a lot more, but... no promises. Title inspo from our lord and savior Taylor Swift. Also, bonus trope I've never tried before: a "how it started/how it's going" fic.

A/N 2: Also a meet cute vote for @thestanceyg Trope Madness 2023.

HOW IT STARTED

Joaquin’s head snapped up.

There was a faint scent, but it was distinct – floral and a little something else, and it was there, pulling at something in his chest, his lungs yearning for more of it.

But he remained absolutely still as you smiled politely, stepped into the elevator, hit the button for the forty-seventh floor, and stood off to the right side of the elevator as the doors slid closed.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He’d read about this maybe two months ago. Reports and rumors of biological shifts, primal manifestations. Unpredictable, but undeniable once they manifested. The information was limited because it was an unprecedented phenomenon that seemed beyond belief, and almost equally becoming feared or glorified as it emerged across the globe.

And why was his brain hyper focused on the theories when you’re now in an elevator with him and in a matter of moments you’ll part ways?

What was on level forty-seven? Had he been to that floor before?

He was a naturally friendly and reasonably intelligent human, why couldn’t he form words? What was happening?

He didn’t need to flirt, he just needed to say something.

He turned his frame slightly towards you and “What’s on forty-seven?” tumbles out of his mouth.

“Oh, I’m not sure, first-time meeting with a potential client for me.”

“Who are you meeting with?”

“Strictly confidential,” she retorted, turning her face up to look at him, a coy smirk already on her face, but when her eyes met his, the draw was palpable, and he knew she could sense it, too, because her jaw dropped for half a moment before she blinked and then looked ahead again.

“What about you? Are you a regular?” she asked.

He smiled but looked ahead as well. He was glad she didn’t want to let the silence linger after that moment. “Semi-regular. I’ve been doing some consulting.”

He watched the floor count continue to rise, quickly approaching the forties.

“What’s your line of expertise?”

“Intelligence,” he replied.

And then she laughed, but it was warm. “That’s almost as vague as my ‘confidential.’”

He joined her laughter. “It’s the veritable truth. Cross my heart.”

“Your heart?” Her head inclined toward him again, and he mirrored that small side glance.

“Mhmm,” he hummed.

The elevator suddenly jolted and paused, the lights flickering, and they both reached out to steady themselves, resulting in each throwing an arm towards a wall and to each other.

But it was only half a second and then the lift continued its smooth ascent.

But he was now closer to you, and you locked eyes again. Joaquin slowly moved his fingers down your forearm, keeping his eyes on yours, and then lifted your wrist up. It seemed instinctual, natural to want to draw your wrist close and truly take in your scent. But he did so cautiously, he knew he wanted to do this, but he wasn’t sure if it was too forward for a connection like this. Softly, he pressed his nose to that tender pulse point and inhaled.

You chirped, which seemed to shock even you, as your eyes grew big, and you covered your mouth with your other hand.

But you didn’t withdraw your hand from his grasp, and your scent now was easy for him to identify – floral with a hint of citrus, warm. His heart swelled in his chest.

Then the elevator dinged, and the spell broke. You took your hand back and stepped out of the doors as they opened.

“Good luck with the meeting,” he called out to you disappeared and the doors closed.

Then he hit the wall of the elevator, cursing that in that final moment he hadn’t even thought to ask for your name or tell you his. His mind started racing through possibilities because that was clearly an Alpha and Omega moment and he needed to see you again.

HOW IT’S GOING

You were naked in his arms, straddling his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest, while he rubbed each of his wrists over your cheeks, causing you to whimper, overwhelmed by this act of scenting you yet needing more of his intoxicating smell at the same time. You rocked down against his erection, causing him to growl into the kiss you shared. A moment later, he had you on your back, looming above you, the powerful alpha showing his dominance, yet watching your face, eager to prove he would not subjugate you, but instead worship you. He did not want to merely claim you, he wanted to pledge himself to you but with the understanding that you give yourself in return.

“Are you sure? I want you with everything in my being, but not until you are ready to give me your body, your heart, and your soul, Omega, it has to be all or nothing.”

Looking into his eyes, the fire in them was so fervent, you didn’t hesitate. “I’m already yours, Alpha, please.”

“Say it again,” his voice was low, but every one of your senses was fully focused on him in this moment, as he guided his cock over your folds, only stoking the desperate fire your felt for him in your core.

“I’m yours, Alpha.”

“Mine,” he echoed, and plunged in with one powerful thrust, filling you completely, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You gasped and clung to his shoulders, a sob escaping you.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed the corner of your mouth. “So good for me, Omega, how does it feel?”

You canted your hips, wanting him to move.

His hand moved quickly to your hip instead, stilling your movements.

“Use your words, Omega. How does it feel to finally have my cock inside your tight cunt?”

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World Saving Deserves A Reward

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x female reader (no use of Y/N) Synopsis: Joaquín is back from another mission, and you want to thank him for always being out there trying to save the world. Word Count: 880 Warnings: smut (seriously this is 18+), little to no plot, just porn, blow job (cause I'm on my knees for him)

Just some Joaquín smut with like 0 plot. I wrote this all on one day entirely on my phone and briefly proofread (sorry if there are mistakes/if it sucks). All the SDCC photos/videos/promos got me back in my feral for Danny era. Legggooooooooo

You card your fingers through his hair as you straddle his lap on the couch. His hands are resting on your hips, and you're happy to have him back home. 

“I missed you so much, amor.” He says, and you lean down to press your lips to his. 

“I missed you, too, Joaquín. It’s not the same when you’re not around.”

“I wish I could be with you all the time, baby… you know I do.”

“I know, I know… you’ve gotta go save the world with Captain America” you say with a laugh, and he smiles up at you.

“Don’t I deserve a reward for that?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know, do you?” You tease before kissing him again. You kiss lazily, your tongues tracing each other as you re-familiarize yourselves with the intimacy you’ve been missing while he was away.

You feel him twitch against your leg, and you grind your hips gently down on him. 

“Hermosa, you’re going to be the death of me.” He says as you part from a kiss.

“Just showing you appreciation for your world saving skills.” You reply with a grin, grinding against him as his head falls back on the couch and he lets out a small groan.

"How do you always manage to get me hard in an absolute instant?" he asks, his brown eyes catching yours, darker now as the lust begins to take hold.

"A talent for sure." you say softly in his ear and then bite gently on the lobe before trailing kisses down his neck.

Your hips continue to move on him, and you feel his hardness pressing tantalizingly against you.  "I wanna suck you off." you whisper in his ear and his entire body shivers. "That okay?" "More than okay, amor." he says as you lean back, tracing your hands over his muscular chest to the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it behind you on the living room floor.

He's looking up at you with pure adoration as you pull your top off as well. You know he likes looking at your breasts, and this moment is all about him. Your hands trail over his chest, tracing lightly over his nipples as he sucks in a quick breath.

You slide off his lap, grabbing a pillow for under your knees, and position yourself in front of him. "You're so perfect." he says, running a finger along your lips. You suck his finger into your mouth for a moment as you unzip his jeans. He helps you tug them down his thighs along with his boxers, so you have easy access to him.

His cock bobs up against his stomach, and you reach for him as he moves his hand up into your hair, holding loosely. You lick slowly across the head of him before wrapping your mouth around his girth and start to move your mouth up and down. You take as much of him as you can, enjoying having this control over him.

When he’s in the field and on missions he has to be dialed in constantly. You love being the one that gets him to let go. You feel so lucky to be the only one that gets to see this completely relaxed version of the man you’d do anything for.

“Ángel...” he mutters, gazing down at you with lust hazing his gaze. You start pumping a hand up and down his shaft along with sucking on his tip. His hand snarled in your hair tightens, and his other grabs for your free hand that is resting on this thigh. He slides that hand along his leg, directing you to fondle his balls.

"Yes, like that." he moans. His noises are one of your favorite parts about getting him off. He’s not always overly vocal, but when you go down on him, he turns into a mess.

You run your mouth and tongue down the underside of his cock and back up before enveloping him once again as he groans. You look up at him, meeting his eyes. His pupils are blown in pleasure his hips are rising off the couch now, meeting your fervor as he chases his orgasm. You let him thrust up into your mouth, trusting him to do what feels good for both of you.

"Mierda. Voy a correrme." he utters, and you know he's close. You love when he's so gone to the pleasure that he gets vulgar, no matter what language he's speaking.

"Let go for me, Joaquín." you say, pulling away momentarily before going back to your touching and sucking. 

His salty release bursts on your tongue as he groans and swears above you. You still until he tugs on your hair, letting you know he's all good, before pulling your head free and swallowing what is in your mouth. 

“Thank you, mi sol. Te amo.” He says as you move to sit back on the couch with him. He shifts his pants back up and reaches over to caress your cheek with that blissed out smile you live for plastered on his pretty face.

“I love you too, Joaquín.” You say, snuggling against his bare chest as you both relax into the cushions.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Middle

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x gn! reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 1000 words

Outline: Joaquin has a surprise for you. One you truly didn't expect.

Warnings: a lil' swearing.

Author’s Note: Rumor has it local author is obsessed with half-birthdays. :)

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts​

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

‘Hey, I got a surprise for you. Can't wait for tonight.’

You read your boyfriend's Joaquin text again and again throughout the day, getting all sorts of thoughts in your head during the day. And once your shift is over you fly like the wind back home. Of course, that wasn't easy one bus derailed and the other was delayed. One million things went through your head but Joaquin kept telling you it was alright and no need for stress things happen. Ever since you and Joaquin had met you were constantly texting. 

Joaquin and you met five months ago. Some twenty-odd days after your birthday which you had unfortunately passed on your own due to unforeseen circumstances. You had recited that story to Joaquin one night at a bar a couple of weeks ago and so he had made plans in his mind. To make sure you'd be celebrated on your half birthday. You deserved to be celebrated. That was clear. He started counting the days and quickly realized your half birthday would be coming up soon, a concept he was very familiar with from his childhood days.

Joaquin was in the military, and his job didn't allow him too much time off but thankfully you lived closed approximately to his base so it was good the timing was perfect. He often stayed at your place while you were working to fix your food or help you with some chores since he was kind and doting like that and he liked that chance of a different pace of life. 

So he had made plans. Simple plans really. To treat you to a homemade dinner with wine, and to give you a gift. Nothing extravagant, but thoroughly intimate and loving. And invite your closest friends over afterward. It was Saturday afternoon after all and everyone was available. 

When you got home you were greeted by him wearing black pressed jeans and a white t-shirt. The warmth of his smile and his endearing nature always changed your mood instantly. He had a golden chain buried inside his chest as he usually did. 

"I made you dinner just for us two." 

"Thank you very much, you know you didn't have to, we can always order pizza, I don't mind." You say placing your coat and bag at their designated place and locking the door behind you. 

"Hm, but I couldn’t because you see." You walk further inside the tiny apartment to look at the balloon-adorned living room complete with birthday decorations. Confused you turn to look at him. There’s no way you had forgotten his birthday, was there?

"Is it your birthday, oh my god I'm sorry, did I forget?" 

"No, no, Carino, is yours." 

"What?" 

"I couldn't wait till then, till the winter, you know I'm leaving on a tour soon and I have no idea when I will be back. It could potentially be after that and I-” He shrugs his shoulders and takes a deep breath, momentarily wondering if you’d hate surprises. 

"See, I invited your closest friends and I hope I invited the right people and I wanted to tell you first in case you didn't like surprises or you know don't like one of your friends or something." 

You look at him as he speaks, noticing how both nervous and confident he seems to be, swoon at his words and laugh. 

“I am sure you have invited the right people. I don’t know that much anyway.” You continue laughing walking closer to him. “And I can’t believe you would do such a sweet thing for me. This incredible. Truly incredible. I am almost speechless.”

“Very please to hear that, mi princessa.” He breathes a sigh of relief and shakes his head. “I was worried a little.”

“You had me worried a little as well.”

“Guess that makes two of us.” You both chuckle and then connect your lips as a thank you and a greeting altogether.

“Fuck, it smells so good.” You sniff the air the minute you disconnect from his lips, the warm smell filling the room. 

"Yeah we should get to it before is too late. I had the food reheated unfortunately I couldn’t time things perfectly." You take his hand in yours and smile at him. 

"Don’t you worry about that all, I’m sure it’s great and yeah, I'm starving like a wolf." 

The dinner was incredible. He had even made his very own bread. He always loved paying attention to details like that. Served it drenched in olive oil and tomato slices with oregano on top. He had made it all, entrees, main course but the dessert was reserved for the party. He had a beautiful chocolate cake in the fridge, had made half of it, as he told you, and didn’t want to jinx himself by screwing up the basic thing for one party. 

Joaquin ended the dinner by handing you the gift. A beautiful silver cherished trinket of an airplane so it would always remind you of him. Joaquin placed it in the palm of your hand and closed it, kissing you delicately. He held your hand and made promises for even better days from now on. 

Pleased that everything now had gone according to plan, you begin to collect the plates but Joaquin stops you. Your friends would be arriving soon so off you went to take a shower and get ready. In less than thirty minutes you were almost ready and that’s when your friends started arriving.  Thankfully your friends helped you with your dressing choice and the party was on the go. They even got you small gifts themselves. So far this was meant to be one of your favorite birthday celebrations ever.

The party was beautiful, you danced the night away with your friends and boyfriend and thought how lucky you were to meet that man at the bus station that fateful morning. 

And many more fateful mornings and nights were to come. 

And you couldn’t wait. 

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gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

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pairing: joaquín torres x fem!reader with adhd

a/n: first joaquín one-shot! now, i had to do research to find symptoms in girls and adults to write this and tried to be as accurate as possible.and if this is inaccurate, i'm ready to take criticism and learn. i hope u enjoy reading this <3

summary: moments with joaqo.

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growing up, you hadn’t had it easy. facing issues kids your age didn’t struggle with made it hard to make friends, focusing in class became a problem, fidgeting became a routine.

when you started school, that was the first time your mom noticed. your teachers had called your parents in, telling them about your different behaviour. at first, it got excused as excitement. you had just started school, being excited was normal. and the fidgeting wasn’t uncommon for children your age, as they also couldn’t sit still. but as you grew older, it got obvious that this wasn’t just you.

not being able to stay on one topic in a conversation and constantly being impulsive made it hard to communicate with others. to some, you were seen as arrogant or mean. to the ones willing to educate themselves and having patience, you were just a normal girl who liked to talk.

due to all the energy inside you, you’re also hyperactive. activities that were physical were the ones being chosen over the typical things girls like, as your teachers liked to call it when they explained it to your mom. calm activities are still having a good effect on you, too.

but still, you didn’t get the diagnosis until you got older. different doctors had told you before that you’re good and don’t need help. a reason for the misdiagnosis was the fact that in girls, symptoms of adhd were seen as a character of your personality. it wasn’t until your mom complained more than once to your doctor and explained to him that not being able to focus in class and getting distracted easily wasn’t normal. after running many tests and being asked questions, they finally had a picture of your symptoms and could give you a reason behind it all.

they also say that adhd in girls is much different than in boys, which is why you didn’t get a diagnosis with it until a couple months after you turned 17. after that, you were happy you had the knowledge of what’s been happening for years, but it still made it hard to communicate and brought its problems into your everyday life.

like right now.

the doodles at the side of your book page long forgotten, you stare at the tv screen. adventure time is playing, yours and joaquín’s favorite show. normally, you’d watch it together. but today you feel like reading instead, so you’re seated next to your boyfriend with his arm draped around you. you hum along to the theme playing, nodding your head slowly. when you look down, you grab the pencil placed next to you on the sofa and start drawing doodles on your book again, still humming along to the theme.

you hear joaquín’s stomach grumble, raising your head to look at him. he’s already looking at you, lips pursed in an attempt to stifle his laugh. you giggle and set your book down next to you, marking the page you’re on with your pencil.

“i’ll go make us something to eat, i’m hungry anyways,” you say, getting up and stretching out your limbs. “do you want muffins? i think there are still some from yesterday.”

“sounds good,” he hums, kissing your hand before letting go of it and letting you leave the living room. you leave him watching tv, walking into the kitchen. once you’re there, you halt in front of the cabinets.

where are the muffins again? you look through the different cabinets, searching through them and moving your hand inside them, in case joaquín put them at the back of them, hiding them from you. nothing.

you sigh and look around you, grabbing a glass and the bottle of water laying on the counter before walking back into the room to your boyfriend.

upon seeing you, joaquín frowns, but still opens his arms and welcomes you back in a warm hug.

“weren’t there any left?” he asks, kissing your temple. you shake your head and give him the water bottle to hold. he takes it.

“no, i didn’t find them,” you state.

“what? but i saw you putting them in the fridge yesterday before we went to sleep,” he notes. you let out a breath and turn your head to him, frown resident on your lips.

“did i?” he nods. you huff and stand up again.

“i think i forgot again,” you whisper and make your way back to the kitchen. there, you open the fridge and feel your eyes widen and a smile creeping up your face as a gasp leaves your mouth. “i found them!” you shout, letting joaquín know. you grab the pack of muffins and walk back to your boyfriend.

“i think i put them there in fear of having them melt overnight,” you remember and take one out, handing the other one to the boy next you. you plop down at his side and start eating, reverting your eyes back to the screen in front of you.

“they taste so good.” joaquín’s voice comes off muffled by the food in his mouth, crumbs of the chocolate muffin falling down his lips and landing on his lap, some on the sofa. you groan and throw your head back.

“amor! you’re leaving everything on the floor and the sofa!” you complain. he only laughs in response, prompting more crumbs to fall down.

“ugh,” you groan and roll your eyes, leaning closer into his arm.

~

“did you find it?” you look over joaquín’s shoulder, glancing at the amount of dvd’s in his hands and biting your lip nervously.

“y/n, i’ll find it, don’t worry,” he assures you and lowers his head back to the dvd’s.

sam and bucky are coming over today for lunch and a movie. they let you decide the movie, so you chose to watch the maze runner and have been searching for the movie inside your house all day long. at some point, you got anxious that you lost it and couldn’t watch it.

“yes but they’re almost here! what if you don’t find it by then!” you sigh and throw your head back.

“i’ll find it! if you want you can go and already take some snacks out,” he offers with a soft smile. you nod hastily and leave him.

there’s chips, popcorn and some cake. you decide to take everything into the living room and place it on the coffee table, letting joaquín know you’re back.

“ok, i think everything’s made. did you find the movie?” you step closer to joaquín, grabbing the dvd’s left on his left side and looking through them. “remind me why we decide to buy movies almost every month.” the boy next to you chuckles, nodding along.

“y/n?” you only hum, staying focused on the movies in your hand. “i- i think you found the movie,” he says. you frown, looking up at him and back down at your hands. shaking your head, you frown again.

“que? no, i didn’t fi-” you stop yourself from talking when you focus on the movies in your hand, giggling when you see it. “i think i didn’t see it.”

~

your leg is shaking, going up and down as you wait for your ice cream with torres sitting next to you. it’s warm outside, so you chose to sit in the shop today, since it’s cooler in there. the lady at the register calling different names, every sound ringing in your ear as you wait for your order to be finished.

“you good?” joaquín asks, glancing at your nervous fingers. you’re picking at your skin, again. you hum, not really listening. he sighs and takes your hand, drawing your focus back to him and making you look up.

“you need the pencil?” he takes out a blue pen, rolling up his sleeves as you nod and take the pen from his hand, starting to draw flowers on his arm and the palm of his hand.

“does this tickle?” you wonder out loud, stopping to glance up at him.

“no tanto, but it feels good, don’t worry.” he pecks your lips.

~

it’s late, the rain outside pouring and the moon casting a glim light in your room. you’re laying in bed with him.

“‘quin?” you whisper into the dark, wanting to know if he’s still up. you hear him shuffle behind you, raising his head from where it was resting in the crock of your neck. he hums in response.

“are you up?” you feel his hot breath hit your neck when he laughs.

“i am, now,” he croaks out. you turn your head a little, staring at his face.

“you know, i was thinking about this dog we saw earlier. can we get one?” you ask. he frowns, coughing.

“uhm, yes if you want. but now we’re going to sleep, i’m tired,” he mumbles and cuddles back closer to you, pulling you into his embrace, pressing your back to his front. you hum, closing your eyes.

“oh and earlier you said you were going to explain to me how that one blue game works. i forgot the name,” you trail off at the end of your sentence and frown, what was it called.

“what blue game?” “the one from earlier.”

“what game from earlier?” you roll your eyes and free yourself from his hug, sitting up.

“the one sam told you about! he showed you a picture, too!” you throw your hands up.

“babe, that was monopoly, the game you’re talking about isn’t even blue. now come back i was about to fall asleep,” he answers and pulls you down. you nuzzle into his chest, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes again.

“ok ok, i think i keep forgetting the games he’s shown us. night,” you whisper and raise your head to kiss his chin, humming in content when he lowers his head for you to kiss his lips instead.

“can we go get more ice cream tomorrow?” you hear him sigh and chuckle, knowing that he’s probably trying his best to ignore you.

translation:

amor - love

que? - what?

no tanto - not much

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JOAQUÍN TORRES

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Summary: Words meant everything. So why couldn’t you say the most important ones?

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Summary: He was leaving for the army and you had yet to say three little words that would change the course of both of your lives. So what happens when you invite him out for a night with friends and things begin to match the hot weather outside.

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Summary: A compliment, a three floor ride in an elevator, and all of ten minutes can change your life for the better.

Over the Moon | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2022

Summary: He loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

Drunk on You | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2023

Summary: “After a long week of stress—your job taking more out of you thank you would have liked—you needed a night out. If only to spend time with him.”

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“They’re approaching the border fast. You think he’s gonna make it?” Your inquiry is made to hide your nerves. Watching through the binoculars as Sam grapples with enemies, you silently fret over being unable to do more. There is not much you or the rest of your convoy can do but relay information to the lone soldier in the sky. It would be an incredible feat for the man to pull off this mission with his only backup being miles below him on the ground.

“All we got is hope. If anyone can do it, it’s Sam.” Joaquín’s conviction is infectious. Not one for unrealistic doubt or misplaced worry, his sense of enthusiasm seems to brighten even the most drastic of circumstances.

The corners of your mouth quirk upward as your eyes scan the sky, looking for enemy combatants, “Ya know, Torres. That cheery optimism of yours always makes me smile.”

“I’ll...” He clears his throat once. Then twice, “I’ll take that. You’ve got a nice…really nice smile.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

His eyes dart between you and tracking Sam’s movements as he fumbles over his response. Half of it gets jumbled on the path from his brain to his tongue and you can’t be certain any of what he is saying are actual words. You cough in a failed attempt to hide the breathy chuckles that are a result of his sudden shyness.

“Hey, you two think you hold off on the dating plans until we finish this?” Sam’s voice is stern but cuts with an edge of playfulness.

“Sorry, Sam.”

“Thanks. Oh and Torres, make sure you take her to someplace nice. She deserves it after listening to all that rambling.”

A wide toothy grin envelopes Torres’s face, and you can’t help but mirror it with one of your own. Torres’s eyes connect with yours before he answers, “Yes, sir.”

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"F.R.I.D.A.Y, call Bucky." You gripped the steering wheel, driving back to the city. You definitely couldn't leave Bucky alone. He'd either have a breakdown or burn the city to the ground.

"Calling Bucky... Call failed. Should I call Sam Wilson?"

"Oh, fuck, Sam.. Uhm, try Bucky again and then Sam. If Sam doesn't answer, call Sarah." You replied, swallowing as the city came into view. You hoped Monica would be able to handle whatever Wanda did. She was powerful but easy to talk to.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, could you make the car go faster? My boyfriend might go on a killing spree and I don't have money to bail him out." You felt the car speed up, breathing out a thanks. The car slowed down upon entering the city, maneuvering through traffic before parking outside of the apartment building. You quickly got out of the car and entered, heading up to your shared apartment. You entered the apartment, hearing the tv echoing through the apartment.

"Babe? Baby?" You called out, checking the kitchen, bedroom, and livingroom. All the rooms were empty. You ran a hand through your hair, standing infront of the tv as John Walker, the new Captain America, spoke about being Captain America. You sighed, taking a seat on the couch. You rubbed your forehead, closing your eyes. You opened them when you heard the sound of paper crumbling, lifting your foot and seeing a sticky note. You picked it up, reading the writing on it.

'Meet me at this address -Bucky'

You frowned, standing up and typing in the address into your phone. You left the apartment, heading to your car. You got in, having F.R.I.D.A.Y drive to the location.

"Why would Bucky go there?"

"I believe Sam Wilson is working with the military there." You sighed softly at F.R.I.D.A.Ys' words. You hadn't seen Sam since Wanda had disappeared. You arrived at the airport, getting out and seeing Bucky.

"When I call you, answer it." You walked towards him. Bucky gave a small smile, extending his arms and wrapping them around you.

"Sorry, tiger. I need to have some words with Sam."

"About?"

"The Captain America wannabe." Bucky muttered bitterly, frowning as his gaze hardened. You placed a hand on his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Bucky.. Don't blame Sam for this. He probably didn't even know." You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Bucky sighed, shoulders slumping slightly.

"I know.. But, he gave up the shield. Steve gave it to him and now some guy who never even met Steve is calling himself Captain America." Bucky shook his head, fist clenching. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in and planting a kiss on his neck.

"We can talk to him together but I can't stay around. If you need me, I can stay but-"

"No, no." Bucky offered a small smile. "Wanda needs you."

"Seems like everyone needs me." You smiled gently, taking his hand. Bucky returned the smile before turning and entering the building. You looked over the airplanes, humming softly. Your gaze landed on Sam, a smile appearing on your face.

"You shouldn't have given up the shield."

"Babe." You breathed out, looking at Bucky. He walked forward, approaching Sam. Sam shook his head.

"It's nice to see you too, Buck. How you been, (Y/N)?" Sam looked at him, ignoring the small irritated look Bucky kept giving him. You smiled, hugging him.

"Decent.. I've missed you and Sarah." You replied softly, stepping back. Sam nodded, walking forward. You looked at the young man following Sam.

"Joaquín Torres." He gave a small shy smile, extending his hand. You shook it, chuckling at the soft blush that spread across his cheeks. A slight look of panic crossed over his features. You turned to look at Bucky who gave him a death stare.

"He's in a mood, ignore him." You patted Joaquíns' arm.

"This outrage is gonna have to wait, Buck." Sam said, glancing at his friend. Bucky looked at him in disbelief.

"You didn't know this was gonna happen?"

"No, of course I didn't! You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out there and declare him as the new Captain America?" Sam questioned. You walked faster, falling into step with them.

"This isn't what Steve wanted." Bucky told him, frowning. Sam sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

"What do you want me to do? Call America and tell them I changed my mind?" Sam looked at Bucky with raised brows. He patted Buckys' back.

"Great reunion, buddy. (Y/N), visit whenever you want, don't wait for me." Sam said, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"You had no right to give up that shield."

"This is what you're not gonna do. You're not gonna come here in your over-extended life and tell me about my rights. It's over, Bucky. Besides, I have bigger things to deal with." Sam faced Bucky. Bucky scoffed, brows furrowing slightly.

"What could be bigger than this?" He asked softly. Sam sighed, taking out his phone and clicking on a photo. He showed it to you and Bucky.

"This guy. He's leading rebel organizations all over the eastern Europe and he's strong... Too strong." Sam stared at you and Bucky, frowning. Bucky tore his gaze away from the photo to glance at you.

"Like.. Inhuman strong?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"And?" Bucky tilted his head as he watched Sam. Sam put his phone back in his pocket.

"He's been connected to this online group called The Flag-Smashers." Sam explained.

"Shitty name." You mumbled, earning a nod of agreement from Bucky. Sam cracked an amused smile.

"Redwing found him in a building so that's where I'm going." Sam shrugged lightly, going to step away.

"Well, I don't trust Redwing." Bucky called, following him. Sam stopped and looked at him again with slightly raised brows.

"You don't have to trust Redwing but I'm gonna go see if he's right cause I wanna find out if he's part of the big three." Sam replied. You furrowed your brows, tilting your head.

"Big three?" You repeated. Sam nodded, glancing between you and Bucky.

"What big three?"

"The big three. Androids, aliens, and wizards."

"That's not a thing." Bucky pointed out, staring at Sam in confusion. Sam scoffed.

"It most definitely is."

"No, it's not."

"Everytime we fight, we fight one of the three." You hummed in agreement, nodding.

"Who we fighting now? Gandalf?" Bucky asked, earning a surprised look from Sam.

"How do you know about Gandalf? How does he know about Gandalf?" Sam looked at you. You licked your lips, giving a slow shrug.

"I have no idea what you two are talking about." You replied. You couldn't help.but smile at their bickering. It was nice to have them back together. You knew Bucky hadn't responded to Sams' texts for multiple reasons but the main one was because he didn't know what to say to him.

"I read The Hobbit... In 1937 when it first came out." Bucky answered Sams question, a bit of smugness in his voice.

"So, you get my point."

"No, I don't. There are no wizards!"

"Doctor Strange? Wanda?" Sam raised his brows as he stared at Bucky.

"Sorcerers."

"A sorcerer is a wizard without a hat." Sam grinned, looking proud of himself. You chuckled softly.

"That's not the point. These guys aren't magical. They use brute force just like you, the incredibly annoying guy with a staring problem."

"That staring problem was what caught this guys' attention." Bucky motioned towards you. You bit back a smile, nodding.

"Yeah, kind of true." You giggled. You looked at Bucky, licking your lips.

"I should go. Please, don't get into trouble! I don't want a phone call from your therapist telling me you got arrested, alright?" You raised your brows at Bucky. Bucky nodded, leaning and kissing your temple.

"I promise I won't get arrested.."

"That's a goddamn lie." Sam muttered, walking towards a plane with Bucky following. You watched them walk away, hearing them faintly continue to bicker. You let out a deep sigh, turning around.

"And now onto Wanda."

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Seven

Summary: After assisting the new Captain America and Sargent Barnes to defeat the Flag Smashers, Joaquin Torres is on leave, visiting Sam’s family in Louisiana. He expected to make some new memories with the Wilsons and his new friend Bucky Barnes. What he did not expect, was a face from the past he was trying so desperately to forget.

But this small vacation will not be a peaceful one. New enemies are lurking in the background, and they know one thing - the only way to hit hard, is to hit home.

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Warning: TW! MINORS DNI! Nightmares, blood, Kidnapping

Word Count: 2.7K (approx.)

Note: Nightmare Trope and Domestic fluff! Y/N and Joaquin work ut their differences and we get some guesses about what might have happened to them. (it's a small chapter) Also, plot twists to get you ready for the amount of angst in the next chapter :)

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He doesn’t remember why he woke up. The bedside clock showed 2 am. It was freezing as soon as he got out of the heavy blanket. He still couldn’t figure out what it was made of. It was heavy and warm, and spacious enough for two people to sleep in it. The fire in the metal fireplace was dying down. Maybe he would tin a few logs, enough to last until morning.

He steals a glance towards her, expecting her to be sleeping soundly under the blanket. Instead, she had thrown it off.

Her brows were furrowed, and in the dim light of the fire, he could see a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead.

Oh no

But it’s been years!

He threw off the blanket and crawled next to her. He held her and gently cradled her face. “Y/N it’s me! Hey! Wake up, it’s me!” He brushed her hair with his fingers as she slowly relaxed.

“Mom, please let me go, please,” she whispered in her sleep. Joaquin feels a lump growing in his throat. She still had nightmares about what happened five years ago. She looked so small and fragile; her tough exterior had vanished. He wished he could hold her like he used to, every time she had a nightmare. He would hug her, rub her back and help her calm down. And he would hold her until she would fall asleep.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at him first in fear and then in recognition. She was breathing heavily, tears brimming in her eyes. And then she hugged him.

He froze. She hid her face in his neck. He wrapped his hands around her, brushing her hair. He has done this countless times; he knew what she was feeling. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down. “It’s alright Y/N. You’re fine. It was a dream.” He whispered again and again. She slowly calmed down and stopped crying. But she didn’t let him go.

"I'm scared," she whispered on his skin. He stroked her hair and hugged her. “It was a dream Y/N. You’re safe. Don’t worry.” He whispered. They stayed like that for a long time. He could feel her body heat. She was burning up. He pressed her forehead with the back of his hand. She had a fever.

“Water?” He asks her.

She nods. He rushes to the kitchen and brings her a glass. She tries to grasp it but as she reaches out, her hands shake. He sits down beside her and holds it out for her. She drinks it without a word, holding his hand with both of hers in the process.

He puts the glass down and looks at her. She was leaning on the headboard with her eyes closed, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. Her usual bright demeanor was lost. He sits down beside her. “Want to talk about it?” he asks her.

“Not really.” She answered while fidgeting with her hands. She looked tired and weak. As she was fully awake now, perhaps she realized what had happened and is feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing.

“It was a fever dream. Lie back and sleep it will be okay.” He tells her. She replies “okay” and gets back under the covers, too weak for a sassy remark.

He throws some logs in the fireplace and gets back to bed. She fell asleep, facing him. He got inside the covers, facing her. He pulls the blanket up to her chin. His hands ached to hold her tight and let her sleep in his arms.

-----/-----/------

You slowly opened your eyes. The strong smell of something spicy filled the air. Your head was pounding like a hangover. Sunlight seeped through the windows; the blinds were open wide.

And just like that, the events of last night came crashing down on you.

The same nightmare, every time. He’s in a car. It’s burning. He’s crying out for you. You’re trying to reach him, but you’re too far away. As you’re about to reach him, your mother appears in front of you. “It’s your fault.” She says in a distorted voice and grabs your hand. While it burns, you try to latch on to him, trying to grab him. You’re begging her to let go but she just laughed. You see his hand reaching out to you but you can do nothing.

And then you wake up in his arms. He is safe. He soothes you and helps you calm down, and you fall back to sleep.

You found a way for them to stop. It wasn’t healthy, but it was better than waking up every night screaming. You noticed the nightmares never happened if you fell to sleep tired, or exhausted. So that’s what you did. You worked, you stayed awake until your legs gave out. And when you felt you would not last long, you slept. It was bad, it was unhealthy and it was affecting your body, but you didn’t care.

Anything to keep your mother’s face away from your dreams.

“Rise and shine” You heard him before you saw him. You raise yourself on your elbows and see him standing in front of you. The sunlight hit his face just right, making it look like he was glowing.

You lean on the headboard. “I made you something.” He hands you a steaming mug that smelled so good, your stomach growled. You grabbed it and peered inside. It was golden, and it smelled delicious

“What is this?” you ask in curiosity.

He takes a seat in front of you on the bed, with his cup. “It’s honey tea. It was my favorite from when I was in Tunisia. It’s effective for bringing down a fever.” He says as he sips his mug. You take a sip and the flavors explode in your mouth. There was ginger, some sort of spice, and a lot of honey. It was delicious. “Oh my god, this is so good.” You cry out. He lets out a laugh in response. “I said the same thing when I drank it for the first time.” You smile at him. You two sit there in silence, sipping tea. You were feeling better as the tea helped you ease your headache.

“What’s the plan for today then?” you ask him, taking small sips from your mug.

“No plans, you are going back to sleep." He says as he gets up and places his mug on the nightstand. “Torres I-“

“No, I don’t want to hear excuses. You’re staying in bed. You want something, you ask me.” He says in a serious but friendly tone. “You scared me last night, you know. You need to rest.” Saying so, he leaves.

That’s when it hit you. He was there to hold you and bring you back. It wasn’t a dream. You couldn’t stop yourself from uttering his name. He comes into the bedroom, “yeah?” he asks you. His hopeful eyes wait for your words.

“Um, it’s just,” what were you supposed to say? Thank you for last night? After I broke your heart and treated you like shit? Unlike you who never did anything to hurt me? That even after years of living in resentment, you still chose to help me because you’re you?

“There’s a first aid kit in my bag. There would be medication inside it.” You finally settle down on something you can say without a war breaking out between you.

“Okay, I'll check." He looks around your bag and brings out the familiar blue pouch you’ve grown quite fond of in past years. It was the first thing you bought with your own money. Something you didn’t have to beg for from your parents.

“Here,” he hands you the pouch. It was the size of a small purse, with everything in it from normal fever medicine to an emergency sewing kit for stitches. You took out a tablet of ibuprofen and Tylenol each and had it with the tea. Then you handed the strips to him. “Um, remind me to take it in the evening”

He takes it from you, “as you wish, dear", and that takes you by surprise. You look at him and he gives you a wink and goes away. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, feeling like a schoolgirl again. You slip inside the covers and just before you fall asleep, you realize you were still smiling.

---

He didn’t leave her side. He sat on the bed the whole day reading Wuthering Heights. The sunlight seeps through the window, creating a soft light on the melting snow. It was quiet. Away from the bustling city of New York, it was peaceful.

It was evening in a blink. The sun was setting and the snow was almost gone. She woke up.

“Morning.” He said as she sat on the bed, rubbing sleep away from her eyes. Her hair was all over the place, and the oversized hoodie made her look adorable. He always noticed this childlike aura enveloping you in small things you did. Jumping to reach something higher than you, pouting when he annoyed you, looking at him and listening in awe to every new thing he told her about. That didn’t seem to wear off.

“Hey,” she said in a croaked voice.

“Water?” he asks and she nods. He hands her a glass from the bedside table and she drinks it.

“Hungry?” he asks again and she nods. He presses his hand on her forehead, the fever was almost gone. He gets up from the bed and heads to the kitchen. He sets the stove for some potato soup, his version of a sinus opener with a lot of ginger and spices. He hears the bathroom door close and looks at her entering the kitchen. Fresh clothes and washed up, she looked better than the last time.

“Whatcha doing?" she asks him.

“Potato soup” he replies. She pouts as she looks at the vessel on the stove.

"Don't make that face, it’s going to be good” he laughed. She smiles, “I know.” And he would be lying if that didn’t make his heart beat faster. He gave out a nervous laugh and got back to his soup just so she wouldn't see him blush. She wandered over to the couch and plopped on it.

He put the soup on a low flame and went to the couch.

“So, you feeling good?” he sits next to her

“Yeah, I mean, a little lazy but I’m all good.” She smiled at him.

It was simple moments like these that bought him back to them. How they would fall in sync after weeks of not seeing each other.

“It's just...” she continued. She was messing with her hands in her lap, avoiding looking him in the eyes. “It’s been a while since I had nightmares. I was scared and you helped me so-”

“Hey, it’s alright you don’t have to thank me.” He said, resting his back on the couch. She looks at him and then leans back. “Are you okay?” he asks her.

She looks him in the eyes and hesitates before answering. “Yeah. You?” She gives out a soft smile, this time the soft wrinkles near her eyes are visible to him. Her hand rested on the seat, inches away from his. His gaze flickered to it at the same instant as hers. The distance was killing him.

He wanted to hold her, kiss her, make her laugh as he spun her around in circles. The day he saw her crying for the first time, he remembers making a silent promise to himself, he would never let tears fall down her eyes ever again. He would do everything in his power to make you smile. At this moment, he wanted to do the same. He was ready to forget everything she did. Why? He didn’t know that still. He tried to figure it out, but he couldn’t understand. He brainstormed the whole thing in his head for a long time, and the only conclusion he came to was that it have something to do with your parents. They...

And before he could stop himself, the words escaped his lips, “Why did you do it?”

His eyes widened upon realizing what he had just said. He saw her freeze. The illusion of a false bubble they were slowly falling into was gone. He could see the moment she realized the weight of his words. She never explained, a closure, so he could move on. You don’t ‘move on' from a love like that. It consumed him, his whole being and when she left, she took a part of him with her.

She stood up abruptly and ran to the main door. He gets up to stop her, to scream on her face why did she do it? What did he ever do wrong to deserve that?

But she threw the doors open, and just like the last time, without sparing him a second glance, she was gone.

---

You couldn’t breathe. His eyes were unrecognizable, the familiar warmth and joy were gone. You were running outside the house, towards the trees, your socks wet with the melting snow and mud. It was cold, unwelcoming, and uncomfortable. You stopped. You deserve this. You deserve to feel this. Five years ago, you didn’t see what you did to him. You could now.

You did it to protect him?

From what?

You saw the hurt flash in his eyes just before he asked you the question. A fraction of what he felt that time threw you off guard. You also saw a hint of anger in them. He never looked at you like that. You have broken him. You went away to save him from yourself.

Because you knew he would never leave.

You had to tell him. You had to tell him the whole truth this time. What exactly happened that fateful day that led her to do this? To him and herself. The last words that ever fell from your mother’s lips that led you to do this. Your mother was winning. She was still playing you from her grave. You gave her the winning card with your own hands by driving away from the one thing that was truly yours. The one thing that you were so sure you could never let go of.

Jesus, what have you done?

You ran back to the house. You needed to tell him, and you had to do it now. Your feet were slipping in the melted snow and mud, but you continued to climb the platform.

“Joaquin!” You cried out as you entered the main door.

And you were met with chaos.

The coffee table was overturned, the sofa was inverted. It was like a fight broke out. Then your eyes traveled towards the kitchen.

He was on his knees, his hands behind his head, blood trailing down his scalp and his face bloody.

Above him stood four men, donning guns, wearing the same masks that were the reason you were in this safe house.

Panic rose to your throat. “Y/N Run!” he screamed at you, the guy standing behind him hit him in the head with his Glock, and he fell to the ground.

And just as you started to turn towards the main door, you saw someone running towards you from the corner of your eye.

There was no time. Your hand flew towards the control panel right next to you. You managed to push the button and brush your fingers over the lever as a searing pain shot through your head. You hit the ground, and your vision went black.

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LOVE BIRDS — JOAQUÍN TORRES

SUMMARY: Sam’s just trying to rescue your missing captain, but it’s a little hard when two people clearly in love keep arguing through coms.

WARNING(S): Fluff

WORD COUNT: 1,699

PAIRING: Joaquin Torres x fem!Reader

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! ♡ Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

“Any sign on Wilson?” Joaquin yelled out as he looked through the binoculars.

“Negative.”

Eyes squinted trying to get any sign of Sam. He spared you a glance and watched as you typed away on your portable computer, paying no mind to the yells or rumbled dirt roads that rocked the military transports. “Would it kill you to stay alert?” He shook his head looking through the binos again.

“I am.” You replied shortly, not even sparing the man beside you a glance.

“You call looking at your screen, staying alert? We have The Falcon flying over us. Are you not the least bit pumped?”

You squint your eyes as you press down on some keys. “I don’t think Vasant getting taken is the right time to get pumped.” You put your fingers in quotations. “And I am alert!” You got offended.

“Really?”

“Really, and while you were too busy playing I-Spy. Wilson’s beacon is now on.” Your sweet tone made Joaquin roll his eyes. He remained quiet for the rest of the ride.

“I accept your apology.” You smirked, smiling at the device in your lap, while continuing to observe the beacon on your computer’s radar.

“Yeah, yeah.” His grumpy pants muttered under his breath.

“Sam, twelve o’clock.” You looked up and gestured to Joaquin.

“Sam, Torres here. Sending intel to your HUD right now.” Joaquin talked through his com. “I’ll be your boots on the ground, sir.”

“Boots on the ground?” You stared at him amused.

“It’s an expression.” He protested.

“Uhuh…” You nodded.

“I got eyes on the plane, any sign of L.A.F?”

“Nah, nothing yet, but I’ll keep tracking the chatter.”

You coughed then gave him a pointed look.

“Y/L/N and I will keep tracking the chatter.”

“They’ve already hijacked the plane.”

“Oh, we’re gonna need to call some people.” Joaquin grimaced.

“Already on it.”

“Okay switching to plan B.” Sam informed, through the coms.

“What was plan B again?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Ah so you weren’t paying attention.”

“Staying alert and paying attention falls within a very thin line of difference.” You closed your pointer finger and thumb for emphasis. “This thin, Lieutenant.”

“You two always bicker like a married couple?”

“No!” You both exclaimed annoyed into the comms at the same time.

“Yeah okay…Redwing engaged!” Sam commanded and his little drone unattached itself from its portable.

You both pouted looking away from each other in a huff. You looked up not seeing your man in the sky. “I think he’s made it onto the plane.” You squinted as the sun hit your eyes. “Not seeing any other movement.” You bit your lip. “He’s gone silent? Hey, Sam, you good, you’re looking a bit quiet over there?” You asked.

“Sam?” Joaquin checked the binoculars again.

“And…they’re jumping.” You stated, nodding as the criminals began going out one by one out of the plane. “Vasant is not going to enjoy that.” You grimaced.

Sam quickly followed the last jumper. Doing a front flip, then gliding out.

“Woah! Ha ha ha.” Joaquin chuckled with excitement upon seeing Sam extend his wings. He smiled over to see your reaction as well, but then frowned once he saw your eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Careful, your fangirling is showing.” You flicked his nose. You shook your head. “A whole month with the Falcon, you’d think you’d be used to seeing him do that by now.” You asked.

“What, it’s cool.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your eyes then widened, noticing how close Sam was getting to the border. “Uh Torres, Sam’s cutting it real close there.” You turned the screen to show him.

“All right, heads up! You’re about to fly into Libyan airspace.”

“And I assume they have a problem with that?”

“Yeah, yeah, a big problem. A big problem.” Joaquin nodded furiously.

“Oh it’s going to be more than a big problem if he doesn’t make it.”

“He’ll make it.” Joaquin reassured, but even he was a bit anxious.

“How long I got?”

Joaquin turned to you.

“N-Ninety seconds in counting.”

“Ninety seconds!” He repeated back to Sam.

“Torres.” You warned, looking at the screen, showing the three beacons inching closer to the border. “Come on, come on, come on.” The jeeps came to a stop, Joaquin jumping out staring out into the distance. You stayed put in the jeep as everyone else got out. A few helicopters and missiles going off in the sky.

“Awe shit, shit, shit. He’s out numbered!” Joaquin pushed one of your men out of the way and scrambled into the driver’s seat.

“What’re you doing?” You raised your voice wondering where the hell he was thinking about going.

“Y/n, shut up and strap in…please.” He paused then pleaded with you.

“I don’t like your tone-”

“And we really don’t have time for this!” He exclaimed. Stepping down on the gas that caused you to fall on your back in the backseat. You groaned and clambered into the passenger seat beside the yelling Lieutenant.

“That was not nice…” You sassed, strapping in and punching his right shoulder.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?” He leaned away from you as he continued driving.

“Guys, now’s not the time!” Sam said annoyed.

“Sam, we gotta fall back! We got to call it off! We gotta find another way!” Joaquin yelled into the coms.

“Call it off, what about Vasant?”

“I just did!”

You looked up right as the explosion went off. The missiles hitthe helicopter and blow it up in flames. The red beacon disappears from the tracker, while the blue being Sam, rerouted and turned around with Vasant. No one had interfered with the Libyan border.

“Oh my god, holy shit!” You exclaimed. Joaquin stopped the jeep and threw his helmet up, cheering and throwing his fist in the air like the dork he was.

“Yeah!” He jumped, seeing Sam fly down to where you two were. “Whoo!”

“You did it, Sam!” You laughed out your excitement. As soon as Vasant was put down gently in the back. You gave Sam a side hug then went over to the tired soldier. “Hey there buddy, long trip?” You joked, Vasant clearly not wanting to put up with you and your antics, simply rolled his eyes. “Want some food, a cold shower, nice warm bed. Bet you missed that, huh?” You smirked at him.

“Alright soldier, stand down.” Joaquin smiled, pushing you away, feeling that Vasant had a rather rough day, stopped you from poking any more fun at the poor lad.

“Ay, ay, Lieutenant Dork.” You saluted him with a smirk.

“You’re gonna make the drive back a living hell for us, huh?”

“Like the underground flaming hot pits of Satan.” You wrapped your arm around Joaquin.

Sam too joined in on the laughter and said, “If you want me to fly you back to base, all you gotta do is ask?” He turned to Vasant.

“Seriously, oh my god, please!” He perked up at the suggestion.

“That hurts, I’m wounded.” You feigned hurt and rested a hand where your chest was covered by the bulletproof vest.

“My patience will be wounded.” Joaquin fired back.

“Alright love birds, how about we get a move on, shall we?” Sam smiled, amused at you two. Turning his back to prepare to take off.

“I’ll show you a birdie!” Quickly you stuck out your middle finger, to which Joaquin forced your arm down, so as to not embarrass him and yourself in front of the “Falcon” as he always said.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” Joaquin nervously clasped his hands together, and tossed you the keys. “Y/L/N, you drive!”

“Excuse me?” You groaned.

“That’s an order, soldier!” He looked at you dead in the eye, and you swore you felt something stir between your legs. Your back straightened as you nodded curtly.

“Y-Yes, sir!” You obeyed and got in the driver’s side.

Joaquin was taken aback by your sudden obedience to his command. Usually it’d take a bit of bickering to listen to him. He looked over at Sam with wide eyes, while Sam had a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“Alright then, Torres. I see you!” Sam nodded, praising the young man.

“T-That was, I didn’t- did she like that. Holy shit!” He exclaimed, then straightened himself out. “That worked!”

“You do realize you out rank her right?” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I’m just not used to…” He trailed off.

“Giving orders. It’s all good man.” Sam patted his shoulder.

“Oye, pendejo, you coming or not?” You called over your shoulder. Sam and Joaquin turned their heads.

“I should’ve never taught her Spanish.” Joaquin rolled his eyes.

A playful smile spread across your face. His heart skipped a beat, god how he adored your smile, those were hard to come by especially with the line of work you both did. He hadn’t realized he was staring longer than he should have, that Sam caught him.

“My advice, tell her about how you feel before it’s too late.”

“Joaquin. Let’s go!” You looked at him out of patience.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going!” He acknowledged you then told Sam. “Before it’s too late huh?” He muttered.

“Those special ones are only once in a lifetime. Yours just so happens to be Satan dressed in camouflage.” Joaquin laughed at that. He shook his head.

“Yeah she can be a pain, but she’s the only one I’d allow to make me feel any.” Joaquin looked down at his boots then began walking to the jeep.

“Catch you back at base?” He turned to Sam.

“Race ya?” Sam joked.

“You’re on!” You overheard them and yelled out.

“No!” Joaquin turned the idea down immediately, especially with you being behind the wheel. “We won’t make it back if that happens.”

“You’re no fun.” You started the engine.

“Sorry I care about my well-being?” He squinted his eyes at you.

“Can we go now?” Vacant complained from the backseat. You looked at him over your shoulder then at Joaquin.

“Andalé let’s go!” Joaquin gently punched your shoulder, not as hard as you hit him though. “And no speeding!”

[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!

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“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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THREE FLOORS

a/n: this idea popped into my idea last night and it was so cute i couldn't not write it. i've been deep into my torres feels lately. so why not a small one shot. even though i don't think it's my best writing, but there's plenty more coming out for him soon. enjoy! (i know the gif isn't him as torres, but he looks so good i had to use it).

summary: a compliment, a three floor ride in an elevator, and all of ten minutes can change your life for the better.

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: joaquín torres x reader

warnings: not explicit, minor cussing, a huge amount of fluff, and a meet-cute.

“You have beautiful brown eyes.”

The compliment had rolled off your tongue faster than you could hold it back. Really it didn’t sound too bad in retrospect. Except then you realized…you two weren’t the only two people around. You only wished you didn’t have to remain in the same room as him—the need to sprint out of there growing by the second. But the way to the door was blocked and there was no way you could push past him and his group of airforce friends.

“Stop fidgeting,” your friend said, glaring your way for the briefest of moments.

“I can’t,” you retorted.

You came to this party for a reason. A friend of your friend had just returned home and with him came a large group of men. All from the airforce. To say you were shocked when you entered their apartment was an understatement. You were floored. Debating on whether or not you actually walked into the correct place. But then you saw your friend and things fell into place—well…almost.

After thirty minutes of sitting on the couch and counting the different types of fake plants he had, you needed a new drink. As well as an escape plan out of there.

One cold beer and a few pretzels later—Joaquín Torres walked in. The white t-shirt he wore was tight across his chest and for a second you lost your train of thought. You’d seen pretty men before. You’d even been near them. Talking to them however—rarely went your way. All it took was for him to smile at you, the question of where he could find another beer leaving his mouth, before you made a complete fool of yourself.

Really if you looked at it a different way…it didn’t seem so bad. Men liked when they were complimented—you hoped. So, what was truly awful about you telling him that his brown eyes were beautiful? At least you stopped yourself there before you nearly let it slip that one look at his eyes and your heart had gone into overdrive. No, that would have definitely been worse.

The worst part about it was…he never responded. Instead, his eyes went wide—mouth parting slightly as he took in your words—and before you could hear him say anything, you were gone. Back to your spot on the couch near your friend; your eyes solely trained on the beer bottle in your hands. If you had the courage, you’d apologize. Explain that every now and then you lost the capability to reign in your thoughts before they were set free. Only you couldn’t even look up.

“What is going on with you?” your friend’s voice broke through the panicked thoughts that sent you into overdrive. “You’ve been squirming for ten minutes.”

Coughing, you tried to get your mind off of whatever it was that happened. “Nothing. I just…I think I’m going to go.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, clearly calling bullshit on your response. “They haven’t even ordered any food yet.”

“That’s okay, I'm not that hungry.”

A lie. You were starving.

“Okay…” She could see right through you, but like a good friend she let you make your own choice. “Call me when you get home.”

You nodded, shoving the denim jacket you brought back on. “I will. Have fun.”

It took you all of ten minutes to rush out—barely catching a glimpse of Joaquín on your way. But you did it. You were finally free and felt like you could take in a breath of fresh air at last. The scuffed up sneakers you wore scraped against the carpeted floor as you headed towards the elevator. While you hadn’t necessarily wanted to leave—it was best that you took your exit before you embarrassed yourself.

Again.

Pressing the button, you heard the echoes of the party filter through the hallway. Yeah…it was definitely better that you left early. You were never one for large parties anyways. Add the fact that you knew only one person and you were ready to keel over the second you walked through the door. What happened with Joaquín only made things worse.

“C’mon,” you muttered watching the lights at the top flip to the numbered floors. Until eventually it hit number three—the top floor.

The doors opened with a creak and you rushed on, ready to rid yourself of any further anxiety. Exhaling, you watched as they began to close; the spoils of the party already behind you. Only you seemed to be shit out of luck today, because someone’s hand shot out—effectively stopping the closed doors. They groaned in pain, a muttered fuck falling from their lips as the doors opened to reveal none other than…Joaquín Torres.

Your day truly couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh shit! Are you okay?” you asked, eyes wide as he shook his hand out and joined you on the elevator.

He smiled, effectively stopping your heart. “Yeah I’m good.”

“Why did you do that?”

He shrugged. “I—ha—guess I’m a little impatient.”

“For the elevator? I would have opened the doors for you.”

“I—didn’t think of that,” he said.

You chuckled, watching as the numbers slowly turned from three to two—the creaking echo sounding more precarious by the second. Although you didn’t really mind. Not when you were standing beside the man who clearly didn’t find your compliment odd enough to never speak to you again.

“Is your hand really okay?” you asked; the shrieking gears making you jump.

“Yeah. Trust me I’ve done stupider things.”

The assured nature in how he said made you believe that, that was in fact true. “Well next time don’t risk your hand just to ride in the elevator.”

“Well…maybe I just wanted to spend three floors with you.”

Spluttering, you tried to form a coherent enough sentence as heat spread quickly to your neck and face. A few minutes ago you were agonizing over having even said anything kind to him, and now you were unable to find something to say. After all, what were you supposed to say? The shrieking elevator came to a stop on the ground floor. The doors opened with a groan as you realized you had all of five seconds to figure it out.

Sparing a glance in his direction—you caught his brown eyes with your own and found that the best way to say anything was to not say anything.

Leaning forward, you pressed the button for the third floor and watched the doors close.

“I thought you had to go,” he said, his lips pulling up into a smile.

You shrugged. “Maybe I just wanted to spend three more floors with you.”

Once again the machine began to move upwards, the silence between you two filled with the audible pain the elevator was being put through. Neither of you cared to listen though. Not when all you could do was smile at one another—the giddy feeling of realizing you both liked each other enough to fill the void of silence. When the doors opened on the third floor, you opened your mouth to say goodbye. Only to shut it again when he pressed the button for the first floor…again.

“Why not three more,” he said, stepping closer to you.

You figured if you didn’t get the words out now—you’d never say them at all. “Look, I’m sorry about the whole beautiful eyes thing. That was weird–”

“No, no I actually came here to thank you,” he said, ending in a breath of nervous laughter.

“Oh–” Glancing at the numbers you watched the flip to number two. “Well then…you’re welcome.”

He smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Nobody’s ever complimented me on my eyes before.”

“Now you’re just lying to me,” you joked.

He shook his head. “No, I'm serious.”

“Why?” It wasn’t a question you should have asked, but to you that seemed ridiculous.

“I don’t know. I’ve got pretty plain eyes. You know. Brown eyes aren’t anything special.”

“That’s not true,” you replied, nearly cutting him off. “They’re special to me.”

The doors creaked open before he could respond and this time you stepped out with him close behind. While you wanted to stay and talk to him more, you knew that the party atmosphere wasn’t your style. Really it would only make you far more anxious than you wanted when talking to him.

“I saw you talking to my friend,” he said, his hands still in his pockets to alleviate the cold breeze that came through the lobby’s open door.

You nodded. “Yeah, he told me who you were. Lieutenant Torres huh? Impressive.”

He laughed and you swore you melted right on the spot. “You’re just boosting my ego at this point, querida.”

“Apparently someone has to if you think brown eyes are so plain,” you said, smiling when he stepped even closer to you.

The both of you fell into silence once more, his eyes roving over your face—drinking in your features with a small grin on his lips. It shouldn’t be this easy to fall for someone. But there you were. Feeling your heart stutter in your chest as he simply watched you. If you had the courage you’d kiss him, but whatever strength you had flew out the window the second he moved closer.

“I should go back up there,” he said—the disappointment bleeding through his words.

“Yeah…” He didn’t move. “Unless–”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyebrows lifting slightly.

“If you’re okay leaving early I was going to get some food. Would you…want to join me?”

He smiled fully, nearly knocking you off your feet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Laughing, you stepped away from him as he pressed the elevator button one last time to go grab his things. If someone had told you that you were going on a date after only being at the party for two hours max you would have thought they hit their head. To think all it took was three floors on an elevator to make it happen.

[bi-disaster-yn]

The Cap Quartet

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam Wilson has managed to recruit his own cap quartet of you, Bucky and Joaquin. Bucky can’t help but notice that there’s something a bit deeper between you and the new Cap.

A/N: basically all the friends to lovers and mutual pining my Sam girlies could ask for. Also, my toxic trait is thinking Bucky and Sebastian are the same person and writing Bucky as such.

You winced in pain as Sam dabbed the disinfectant on the gash on your arm. It was a stiflingly hot summer evening, the kind that you knew was going to be restless as you were 99% sure the air conditioning in your motel room didn’t work.

The mission had been tough and you were glad to be sitting in safety with Sam tending to your wounds. The hot evening air fanned your face as you sat on the picnic benches outside a restaurant near your motel while Bucky and Joaquin were getting the drinks in.

You looked down at your arm that Sam was bandaging incredibly carefully. “What’s the verdict, Cap?”

“You’ll live.” He smiled, looking up at you and meeting your gaze. It made you both feel vulnerable and eye contact was broken as quickly as it was met.

“Here,” Bucky said, breaking the tension and putting a beer down in front of you. “Wash your painkillers down with this.”

“Don’t painkiller packets specifically state that you should not mix them with alcohol?” You challenged Bucky, grinning at him as he and Joaquin sat down the other side of the bench.

“It’s purely medicinal! Take my advice and you too can look this good when you’re 106.” He replied, taking a sip of his beer and chuckling.

You rolled your eyes at Bucky but took his advice, feeling the ibuprofen swirl down your throat as you took a sip of the cold beer. Sam finished bandaging your wound before attending to his own drink, rubbing your back lightly when he finished.

“Thanks Sam.” You said shyly and then got annoyed at yourself for potentially giving your crush away to Bucky and Joaquin. They’d never let you hear the end of it.

“Hey, don’t mention it. Can’t have you out of action, you’re the only one who can help me keep this one in line.” Sam replied, pointing at Bucky who feigns offence.

“Oh yeah,” you agreed. “Without me you’d have this one in the passenger seat playing his 40s music.”

“Hey!” Bucky laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with 40s music.”

“Not quite Marvin Gaye though.” You retaliated, earning a high five from Sam.

“See! She gets it!” Sam proudly beamed, putting his arm around you, solidifying you in a team against Bucky.

“How many times do I have to say it? I like Marvin Gaye!” Bucky laughed genuinely, his eyes creasing. However, he didn’t fail to notice Sam’s arm making its way around you. He smiled into his drink, hoping that you and Sam would finally get your act together and admit your feelings.

Joaquin looked round at the group and smiled. “Sam, is this your cap quartet?”

Sam paused his giggling and met eye contact with Bucky, both feeling a twang of pain as once again they were forced to move on from Steve.

Bucky nodded and patted Joaquín’s back. He’d come to learn that change was good.

“Yeah, Torres.” Sam eventually said, looking round thoughtfully at his team. “I guess it is.”

“Does this make Y/N the new Black Widow?” Joaquin asked, looking at you with a toothy grin.

You smiled at the compliment but shook your head. “No. No one will ever be Nat.” You remembered your friend thoughtfully for a moment. “But I am happy to be part of the new cap quartet.”

“To the cap quartet.” Bucky announced holding his beer up.

“To the cap quartet.” You, Sam and Joaquin echoed, clinking your beer bottles together in unison. The new team was christened and it felt fresh and new. You felt ready to take on the world, feeling the support of your best friends and your unbreakable bond. You looked over at Sam, knowing he felt it too.

After a few hours, multiple rounds of drinks and quite a few war stories, the small hours of the morning settled in. The air stilled over you and the bar was closing up.

Bucky was the only sober party, being unable to feel the effects due to the serum. It meant that the details did not go unnoticed. The way you’d bent your arm and rested it on Sam’s shoulder as he recalled coming back from the blip and although he wasn’t sure why, he just knew he had to say “on your left” to Steve.

He observed how Sam had put his arm round you again and pulled you in closer by your waist as you spoke fondly of Natasha and your memories of your friend that had passed.

Bucky looked at Joaquin who had clearly not noticed and had continued his chatter. The super soldier had taken a more reserved approach, watching you and Sam dance around each other but also unable to stay away from each other.

Eventually Bucky stood up and patted Joaquin’s back. “Come on, buddy. You’re driving tomorrow remember?”

Joaquin didn’t think any more of this and stood up with him. “Guess you’re right. Night guys.”

You and Sam both lazily said “g’night” to the others and watched them walk off, leaving you alone again.

Sam looked at you nervously, not feeling anymore confident despite the amount he’d had to drink.

“H-how’s your arm?” He eventually asked, kicking himself at that being the best he could muster.

“Oh,” you looked down at it. “Much better, thank you.”

“I meant it you know,” Sam replied. “I can’t have you out of action.”

“Don’t worry about me.” You laughed at him almost sounding like Steve and stared up at the sky. The air was a lot cooler now but you still had no desire to go back to the motel room by yourself. You played with the empty bottle in your hands and absentmindedly ripped the labels off.

Sam watched you looking at the sky and although you couldn’t see it, his features were softening and he felt a sense of serene calm wash over him. He too didn’t want to go back to the motel, just glad to have you all to himself.

Despite wanting the moment to last forever, you were both tired. It had been a gruelling mission and now the hours of drinking in the heat had gone to your head. You had reached an impasse, both not quite wanting to go your separate ways but also not wanting to admit this to each other.

You rested your head on Sam’s shoulder and closed your eyes. He instinctively put his arm round you again and pulled you close, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t think the air con in my motel room works.” You said eventually, breaking the silence.

“It’s not quite the Marriott, is it?” Sam responded and you both chuckled.

“No it certainly isn’t.” You agreed, breathing in a mixture of the still night air and Sam’s fresh scent. You could fall asleep there and then.

“You can stay with me if you’d like,” Sam offered but immediately felt embarrassed and had to justify it. “I’m sure my air con works.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah I think I’d like that, Cap.”

The two of you walked lazily back to the motel room. At some point along the way, Sam’s hand made its way into yours and your fingers intertwined. It was passing the threshold of the point of no return.

Sam had sensibly left the air con on while you were all out so when you walked in, the cool air hit your face and almost made you shiver. He offered you one of his t shirts to wear and you gladly accepted.

He tried to be a gentleman and take the couch but you were having none of it.

“Just sleep in the bed with me!” You ordered with a lightness in your tone. “I promise I don’t bite… or snore.”

“Okay but don’t put your toes against me! I don’t like feet.” Sam (rather stupidly) tried to reason with you. As soon as he got under the covers you had pressed your feet up against his legs and flexing your toes to freak him out.

“Y/N stop!” He shouted but laughed during it. He got his revenge by tickling your waist mercilessly, your one true weakness. You threw your head back in fits of giggles as you desperately tried to get him to move his hands but to no avail.

Unintentionally, during his tickling attack, Sam had managed to find himself in between your legs with his face hovering above yours. Laughter and bickering soon drowned out into silence and you looked at each other intensely. It almost felt wrong to blink, you were too busy trying to figure your next move and his. Your years of training to be an assassin and learning the art of reading people completely abandoning you.

Sam closed the gap between you and kissed you passionately. You responded by moving your hands to to softly hold his neck, rubbing your thumbs along his jaw and allowing him to deepen the kiss. His arms snaked their way around your body, encasing you in. You wrapped your legs around his waist to try and bring him as close as humanly possible to you. The t shirt he had given you was quickly discarded and so was any notion of you two being able to be “just friends” with the events that followed that night.

In the morning, you and Sam groggily walked to the car adorning sunglasses and rubbing your heads to nurse your hangover. There was an extra tenderness in Sam now as he put your bag in the trunk for you and his hand on the small of your back protectively.

Once you were both seated in the back seat of the car, Bucky looked at you both and smirked, turning up the car radio to reveal Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get it On, mimicking some of the words and even doing a little dance in his seat where he rotated his hips.

“Okay, Buck, you’ve made your point.” Sam laughed after allowing Bucky a couple of minutes to tease. He put his arm round you, kissing the top of your head. You cuddled into him and sighed contentedly, settling in for the next phase of your journey with the cap quartet.

[joaquinwhorres]

thorough (fckboy!Joaquin Torres x f!Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› When Joaquín texts, you know what he wants. And you also know that despite your better judgement and all of the other things you should be doing, you're going to give it to him.

PAIRING ››››› Fuckboy!Joaquín Torres x Female!Reader (written in 3rd person so you can pretend it's an OC like I do) Read the OC version here.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,928

WARNINGS ››››› Joaquín's pretty out of character because my angel would never. oh yeah, and smut

A/N ››››› This idea has taken over the entirety of my thoughts. It has consumed all of my free time, so I figured I should try to wrangle some of the vibes and vague ideas into an actual story. So, here is this little imagine which is v smut heavy and v plot light. But, I am thinking of turning this into a fake dating/redemption fic, so lemme know what you think! Divider from firefly-graphics (not tagging because this is a work of smut).

A single notification flashed across her screen. 

U up?

Y/N reached over, clicking the screen dark. She was up. But not for him. Instead, she turned back to her textbook and the packets of printed out notes strewn across the desk in front of her. The only men who would be getting her attention tonight were the esteemed scholars Sedra and Smith. And maybe Dr. Barnaby if she got around to reading her lecture notes over. He would have to find someone else. And there would be someone else. There was always someone else for him. She just had to hold out long enough for him to move on and go find them.

Her screen lit up again. 

Or has circuits put u to sleep? 🥱

This time she rolled her eyes as she dismissed the notification, a small smile playing at her lips despite herself. Of course he knew exactly what she was doing. Even if he never acknowledged her, he still sat in the same lecture hall as her and dealt with the same lectures and exams. 

Y/N returned back to the textbook example problem, fingers sliding under her glasses to rub at her eyes. She withdrew her hands, fixing her glasses before picking up her pen once more. She needed to stay focused. This test was going to be thirty percent of her grade. If she wanted to pass, she needed to learn how to apply input resistance to both Example 6.11 and her own life.

Oh god. She was broken.

Shaking off the thought of her mental deterioration, Y/N pressed her pencil to her notebook paper, copying down the problem in front of her. Just one more section and a skim through of her lecture notes after this. If she powered through, she could probably finish before three and get a solid five and a half hours of sleep before the exam. Yet, as Y/N worked her way through the problem, her eyes continued to slip over to her phone and the dark glass screen that reflected her desk light back up at her. 

Circuits.

Not dick. 

Circuits. 

Not–

Her phone lit up again.

It didn't kill u did it??? 😱🪦 

She snorted a laugh through her nose as she picked up her phone, thumb swiping to unlock it. As she began to type out a reply, the white auto suggestion box popped up. 

Not today Satan.

She exed out of her roommate's attempt at a safeguard, as if on autopilot.

Not yet but I am slowly dying.

The three dots in response were instantaneous. 

Sounds like you need to take a break. 😉

The auto suggestion box popped up once more as she typed, this suggestion an indictment of both her idiocy and predictability. She clicked on it.

Come over.

Very little studying was accomplished in the time between Y/N sending her text off and receiving the text that he'd arrived. The promise of a break seemed too much for her brain to withstand, and she'd only managed to work out an answer for the RIN before she finally gave in and took off her glasses. After that, she'd only had time to shove her dirty clothes in the closet and straighten her sheets up from where they hung  off the bed before her phone buzzed.

Y/N put her phone back down, slipping out of her chair and padding across the still apartment towards the door. Pulling it open revealed Joaquín dressed in a maroon ASU hoodie and dark grey sweatpants. His hair was ruffled, and his own glasses were on. 

 Evidently he'd been studying for Circuits too. 

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a soft smile—the same one that he'd given her last fall when they met eyes across the crowded frat. She had known even then exactly what she'd be getting herself into if she smiled back. But there was something about the genuine delight in his smile–the fact that he looked almost awed–that had her lips curving into a smile almost on their own accord. Much like now. 

"Hey," he whispered. 

Y/N leaned against the partially open door "Hey." 

"Is it cool that I parked in the lot?" he asked with raised eyebrows, and she nodded. 

"Yeah, they don't usually check for tags at 3 am."

Joaquín breathed out a laugh, hanging his head and shaking it as his own stupidity as Y/N smiled at him. "Yeah, I probably should have guessed that." He looked back up at her with a small smirk, and it was Y/Ns turn to shake her own head before motioning with it that he should come in. He obliged, stepping into the small dark apartment and waiting for her to lock up behind him. 

He probably could have made his way back to her room without her, but instead he remained, eyes roaming over the dark living room and kitchenette as if it were his first time there and he was taking it all in. She took this as an act of kindness–a preservation of the little dignity she had left when it came to Joaquín Torres.

So, Y/N quietly led the way back to her room, ushering him in and closing the door as softly as possible behind them to avoid waking her roommate. 

When she turned back to him, she found Joaquín bent over her notes, curls falling into his face. He looked intently at what she had written, his eyes following along each line of her solution before he shook his head. "That problem's been kicking my ass for the last hour," he said, tilting his head to look up at her. "Think you could walk me through it tomorrow?" 

The sheepish grin he gave her made her stomach flip, and she really should have kicked herself for it. Because there was no way he didn't know exactly what he was doing when he looked at her like that. And he knew that she knew what he was doing whenever he flashed his dimples too. And yet she still couldn't find it in herself to tell him to go to hell.

"Depends how much sleep I get," she said with a shrug, attempting to fix her face into something more smirklike than smiley and feeling like an utter failure at it.

His eyes gleamed mischievously as he straightened up and turned to face her. "How much sleep is enough?" 

She shrugged as she walked past him and over to the foot of her bed, setting herself down to sit on the edge and leaning back on her hands. "I don't know, three hours? Four?" 

"What if it's two and a half, but I buy you coffee," he bargained, leaning back against her pushed-in chair with his arms crossed across his chest. 

"It'd need to be really good coffee." 

"Starbucks counts as really good coffee, right?" 

She scoffed, and Joaquín laughed softly, his head tipping back as the amusement lit his face up. When he faced her again, it was with an expression of warm amusement. "What if it's Starbucks, but I make sure you thoroughly enjoy all of the time you're not sleeping tonight?" he asked, eyebrows raising up over his glasses as he took a step towards her. 

A tingle shot through Y/N as she followed his slow, purposeful movements towards her, and she fought the urge to press her legs together. "I guess that would depend on how thorough is 'thoroughly'." Somehow her voice managed to keep its teasing playfulness even as the look in Joaquín's eyes became more focused, more intense, more hungry. 

He stopped in front of her, close enough that the fabric of his sweatpants brushed against her bare knees and she had to tilt her head up just to see his face. She raised an eyebrow at him, and while she had intended for it to be questioning–a prompt for an answer–she couldn't keep the smirk from playing at the corners of her lips, turning the look into almost a challenge.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he lifted a hand, brushing her hair back behind her ear, his fingers trailing down her neck and along her shoulder until they reached the strap of her cropped cami. His pointer finger hooked under the strap and he pulled her towards him by the thin piece of silk, until her head was tipped all the way back just to see his face.

Joaquín leaned towards her, his breath warm and promising more than his words could ever deliver on. "Thorough," he murmured, letting the word kiss across her skin, setting her nerves alight with anticipation before he closed the space and kissed her himself.

It was easy to get drunk off of Joaquín's kisses. She wondered if this was simply a paired stimuli given the nature of their first encounters. If the dizzying effects his kisses had on her was her body remembering the weightlessness of too much Jungle Juice and a cute boy's attention. If the way she seemed to melt into him was a conditioned response from him pulling her close to him so easily even when her limbs felt heavy from Jell-O Shots. 

But maybe it wasn't classical conditioning or muscle memory. Maybe it was just the natural biological response to the way his hand took hold of her waist, squeezing at the bare skin there as he deepened the kiss and stepped forward, between her legs. Maybe it was just a natural reaction to feel lightheaded when an attractive boy slid his hand up under your crop top and moved his lips along your collarbone with each kiss like a whispered promise.

Her head lolled to the side, allowing him more room to work, and he took advantage of the newly exposed stretch of skin, placing hot, open mouthed kisses there. Y/N sank her teeth into her lip, biting down into it to keep herself from making any of the embarrassing sounds threatening to spill from her just from a bit of kissing. It was a pointless measure though, for as if inspired by her action, Joaquín's teeth caught at the tender skin on her neck and pulled it into his mouth, sucking harshly. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, dragging him closer to her as he moved up her neck, picking a new spot to nip. A gasping noise escaped her as his tongue swiped over the spot, sounding far too much like a whimper for her own comfort. 

Joaquín dragged his lips further up her neck to just under her ear. "Fuck you make the most beautiful sounds," he praised, pressing a kiss below her ear. "Drives me crazy."  He kissed her again before taking a hold of her ear with his teeth. 

Another noise, much like the first escaped her, and her fingers reached up into the hair at the nape of his neck, threading through the strands and then tugging him backwards and away from her so she could see his face. His glasses had slid down a bit on his nose, and his pupils were blown wide and dark, and she knew, she knew,  that whatever happened next, it would be thorough enough.

"Did you come here to compliment me or to fuck me?" 

He grinned. "Por qué no los dos?" 

She leaned closer so that her lips almost brushed his as she demanded, "Cógeme." 

Joaquín practically tore his sweatshirt and shirt from his body, his glasses catching in the material and flying off somewhere with the clothes to a corner of her room. Her own arms were crossed across her middle to pull off her top, but she didn't get a chance before his hands wrapped under her knees and yanked her forward so her back fell onto the bed.  He knelt before her, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts and dragging them down her legs. 

His eyes snapped to hers as he pulled the silky fabric free of her legs. "Impatient, aren't you?" 

Y/N reached down, flicking the side of his head. "It's how I sleep." 

"Mhmm," he hummed, disbelievingly as his eyes focused  back to her parted legs and her center that was completely bare to him, not a scrap of lace or satin or cotton or anything to shield it from his hungry gaze. He lifted her leg over his shoulder, pausing to press a kiss to the inside of her knee and then trailing a line of kisses and nips up to the top of her inner thigh. Y/N squirmed, and he chuckled, moving his other hand to her hip to hold her in place. "I haven't even gotten to the good part." 

"I'm sensitive," Y/N breathed out,

"I know," Joaquín grinned, leaning forward to lick a large stripe through her folds, sending her arching off the bed with a gasping moan. "Qué buena estás." 

And then he dove back in. 

There were a lot of reasons why allowing Joaquín into her bed at three in the morning was a bad idea. 

For one thing, she really should have used the time to study for the test that would make up a solid third of her grade in a class that took many people two tries to pass. There was also the inevitable exhaustion that would probably affect her performance on that test. 

Then there was the fact that if they woke up her roommate, she would have to deal with side eyed glances, reproving sighs, and little comments for at least a week. Not to mention the fact that her roommate would probably tell the rest of their friends, and then she'd be getting it from all angles. 

But the biggest reason this was a bad idea, the reason with the most inevitable consequences, was the fact that he'd leave behind an ache that chased her throughout her morning, reminding her of how stupid she was for doing this. 

But as she gripped onto Joaquín's head like her life depended on it, hips chasing a release on his tongue, it was difficult to really think about any of that. It was difficult to think at all. All she could manage were small bits of breathy praise spurring him on.

"Fuck. Fuck yes, right–ah!" She threw her head back into the bed as he sucked harder around her clit. One hand freed itself from his curls,  clawing at the sheets to give herself more purchase as words left her in favor of high pitched, gasping noises that sounded vaguely like his name. And then, finally,  she could hardly get out any sound as a wave of pleasure coursed through her causing her whole body to go taut as Joaquín replaced  his tongue with his fingers to help her ride out the high.

"I've got you. I got you," he reassured, coming back up her body to place kisses along her jaw as she slowly came down, chest heaving. Y/N pulled in deep breath as his lips continued to rove  around her chest and collarbone, neck and face, always whispering bits of praise before gracing her skin with a kiss. One hand slid across her bare stomach, taking hold of her waist as he gave one last kiss before looking up into her face. 

"And?" he asked with a small smirk.

"And?" she repeated in question, the word coming out more as an exhale.

"How am I doing so far? Thorough enough?" he asked, his hand inching up under her top to take hold of a breast. The pad of his thumb ran over the nipple there, and for a moment, Y/N's mind went hazy. "Or is there something I'm forgetting to pay attention to?"

"I think you already know." Despite the words themselves, her voice came out needy and airy, and it elicited a low chuckle from Joaquín whose hand retreated back to the edge of her top, teasing her with the promise of taking it off. 

"I want you to tell me." 

"Stop teasing me, and put that mouth to better use," Y/N snapped, and he grinned this time. 

"Close enough," he said, pulling her top up and over her head, flinging it away from them.

His mouth was truly a gift from God, but his hands, and the way they massaged her breast, twisted her nipple, worked her in ways that were positively sinful, they could only have been given that skill through a deal with the devil. So, she lay there, fingernails scratching at his shoulder blades as he worshiped her chest, switching between the breasts and from mouth to hands in ways that made her feel holy. Holy but aching. 

"Joaquín," she mumbled, hand sliding from his shoulder to his bicep, pressing her away from him. He lifted himself from her skin, eyes meeting hers. "Flip over," she commanded. His face lit up, and he complied so quickly and eagerly that Y/N laughed. 

Joaquín tucked his hands under his head, watching intently as Y/N moved to straddle him. "We can't be too loud," she whispered, placing a finger against his lips. "Ok?" 

"Got it," he said, biting her finger playfully. She withdrew her finger from between his lips, running her hands down his muscled chest. It was almost criminal, the fact that he always wore loose fitting t-shirts instead of something that showed off the hard work ROTC had him put into his body.

She leaned down, allowing her tongue to explore the planes of his chest, dipping low to swirl around his belly button and lower to the center of his v line. Joaquín groaned, and Y/N hooked her fingers in the waistline of his boxers, dragging both the underwear and sweatpants down his legs and off his body. When she looked up at him, she found Joaquín's gaze fixated on her. There was a quiet desperation to his look, not as needy as she was sure her own faces were, but almost like he was a second away from an answer, and she was the only one who could help him get it. 

Y/N crawled back up his body, taking his cock in her hand and teasing it with long, slow strokes. Under her, Joaquín's eyes had closed, a grunt passing through his lips as he managed to lift a hand to take hold of her hip. Her thumb passed over the head, spreading the precum along his hardened length, her hand twisting around him before she dipped down and kissed the head of his cock. His hips jerked up from the bed, as if chasing her as she pulled away. Joaquín opened his eyes, casting her a look of confused desperation. 

"I'm not the one who made promises," she said with a tilt of her head and a smirk. He let out a gasping laugh, pinching her hip, and she rolled over him leaving the boy groaning underneath her. 

"Hold on," she said, pressing a hand to his chest and leaning up over him to reach into her side table. She fumbled around, fingers slipping over the contents of her drawer until at last the smooth feeling of the condom packet greeted her fingertips. She snatched it up, not even bothering to shove the drawer closed as she withdrew to her position over Joaquín's hips, tearing open the package with her teeth. 

She probably could have been more sensual about it–moved a bit slower with teasing touches and seductive glances–but instead she tossed the empty wrapper and immediately went about rolling the condom over Joaquín's waiting cock. Because while she probably could have withstood a little bit more anticipation, a little bit more build up until this moment why should she have to when she could have him now? 

Y/N raised herself a little higher, Joaquín's hands coming to her hips and slowly guiding her down onto his waiting cock. He hissed as she lowered herself even further until he filled her completely. Y/N paused, hands flat against Joaquín's chest to allow herself a moment to adjust to his size. "You good?" Joaquín asked, gently squeezing her side, and she nodded. 

"Yeah," Y/N breathed. "Yeah, I'm ready." 

There was a reason she always seemed to cave whenever Joaquín texted her. A reason she never told him to go fuck himself or any of the other things her roommate and friends suggested she say. A reason she snuck him in and out of her bedroom late at night or times when most  people were at class.

And it wasn't because she was stupid enough to have feelings for him again.

It was because he knew exactly what to do to make her body feel electric. It didn't matter if he was letting her ride him slow, fucking her fast from behind, or clutching her close to him as he stroked hard and deep–he knew exactly what her body craved and he gave it to her. He gave it to her with murmured bits of Spanish and breathless cursing and moans that made her chest constrict. He gave it to her with fingers that circled her clit and twisted her nipples and pulled her hair at all the right times. He gave it to her with hot, hard, and fierce kisses.

And as much as he gave, it was never enough. 

Even after her second orgasm left her feeling close to overstimulated and boneless, she still clutched at him. While she hardly had enough energy to raise her hips to meet his thrust, she locked her legs around him and pulled him closer as he buried his face in her shoulder. She stayed with him as his hips stuttered and strokes got sloppy and it became clear that he was going to come. 

Admittedly, Joaquín's orgasm face was rather dumb, ridiculous even, with his mouth hanging open and only a grunting sound coming out. But she kept her eyes trained on his face, not to remind her that this god in bed was a mere mortal who made stupid faces too, but because after he finished, when his face relaxed, he was nothing short of angelic. The corners of his mouth turned up just barely into a light smile and his eyes fluttered open and looked at her like she really was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. 

Joaquín placed a kiss on her shoulder as he helped to lower her legs back down to the bed, finally withdrawing from her to dispose of the condom in the trash by her bedside. It was all Y/N could do to catch her breath, her body hot and sweaty from the activity. Yet as Joaquín climbed back into the bed, she allowed him to pull her in close to him, arms wrapping around her, and chin resting on her shoulder. Because this was part of the deal with Joaquín and something that had almost made her doubt her initial assessment of him back when his body was brand new and she was still discovering all of the things it could do—after sex, he always stayed. Not necessarily the night, but long enough to hold and cuddle her and talk about things that didn't matter. 

"Better than studying?" he asked, and she let out a snort and nodded. 

"Yeah." 

"Good enough for Starbucks?" he asked, tilting his head to try to look at her face, and this time she gave a full laugh. 

"I'll meet you there at seven." 

[happypopcornprincess]

I'm trying to write the part in TOTGA where the reader and Joaquin sleep together for the first time, it's been already hinted at in the story but IDK what level should I write like???

It's my first time writing SMUT so I guess I'll try to keep it mild 😅

PS I have exams at uni chapters may get delayed but I'll try my best to post it on time aaaand the word limit for upcoming chapters for TOTGA is increasing beyond my control y'all in for a treat (I'm sorry in advance) :')