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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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AT THE END OF THE DAY — JOAQUÍN TORRES

REQUESTS: Joaquín Torres: the reader is his girlfriend. He is always overprotective of you. One day, you're in great danger, and he has to save you with his falcon title rn. After saving you, he holds you the entire time. @tsunchani

WARNING(S): angst, fluff, slight gunshot wound

WORD COUNT: 3,642

PAIRING: Joaquín Torres x fem!Reader

A/N: I've been having a hard time finding my writer's voice again and Emy told me to just take the leap and post my fics. So I hope you guys enjoy the story.

MASTERLIST

"How'd you even manage to sit us front row?" Sam questioned as he watched Joaquín walk down the white house's halls with ease and familiarity.

"Her..." Joaquín's grin grew as you spotted him coming your way. You dismissed the agent you were discussing a report with and made your way over to him and Sam. Sam was stunned into silence as he watched the interaction between you two fall into place.

"Hermosa." Beautiful. Joaquín muttered softly with a chuckle as he pulled you into a quick kiss. Your faint giggle makes his heart flood with warmth.

Oh. Her.

Sam mouthed as he looked away from the public display of affection.

"Ya mero terminas?" Are you almost finished? Joaquín asks you.

"Yeah, I just need to give a quick debrief then I'm all yours. Oh, which reminds me..." You hold your finger up as you pickpocket two clearance badges. Two red lanyards now dangled before Joaquín as he grabs them from you. "You'll be needing these if you even want to think about sitting in for the president's presentation."

"Sweet!" Joaquín ha-ha's as you place it over his neck and then extended one out to Sam who was waiting to be finally introduced.

Your smile fades as your eyes widen with realization. "Oh my god-"

"Mi amor, you don't need to-" My love.

"Holy shit it's...I mean you're Captain America!" You look over at Joaquín for reassurance. The nod he gives you only further sends you into fangirl mode. "It's Captain America Joaquín..."

"Most people just call me Sam, sweetheart." Sam chuckled as he extended his hand out to shake yours.

"I'm a huge fan. Thank you...for your service I mean, and to this country and saving the world." You cringe at yourself. Joaquín bit back a smile as he looked between you two. “That– sounded a whole lot better in my head.”

"Sam this is my fiancé, Y/n. She has level 10 clearance and the President's not second but most requested personnel. And can kick my ass any given day." You furrow your brows at him, smacking him on the chest with the suck of your teeth.

"Hi..." You grow timid under Sam's gaze. "Y/n." You gesture to yourself.

"You have a fiancé man?" Sam looks over to Joaquín with an incredulous gaze.

Joaquín hums and lifts your hand to display the ring he proposed with. You grin and point with your finger at your ring.

"Look at you, man!" Sam's gaze flickers between your two grinning faces. If golden retriever and innocence were a person the two of you embodied it perfectly. "I can see it." Sam nodded to himself as he walked ahead of you two.

Your brows furrowed in question as you watched him walk off. "See what?"

"I don’t know. I’ll ask him about it later. I’ll see you there okay.” Cupped your face and sighed into the kiss he planted on you again. Your shoulders fell as you melted into the kiss. You raised your hand and gently cupped his cheek's right side. Though any passerby could distinguish the rate at which the kiss was leading, you took the initiative and pushed him away, placing your hand on his chest gently. He huffed with a huge grin as you swiped your thumb gently across his lower lip. Trying to rid him of your lipstick. More so the obvious smeared coat of your lipstick on him. You laughed as you continued to rub it off, even grossing him out by licking your thumb lightly.

“Hold on I missed a spot!”

“Mi amor, esta bien. Just leave it. Let them know who I belong to.” My love, it’s okay. He cheekily bit back a laugh.

“Who is rubbing off on you, trouble? Oh my god. Go get out of here before you're late,” You shake your head in disbelief. "or I'll beat you up."

“Bossy,” Joaquín mutters to himself. You feign a step forward your fist feigned, raised up like you’ll sock his shoulder. He laughs as your imitation tactic, pretending to flinch as he laughs at you, walking then to where Sam is hovering, lingering against the wall as he watches you two. The two idiots, happily in love. He couldn’t fight the grin that made its way onto his face.

“Te quiero!” I love you. Joaquín calls after you. You grin and look back over your shoulder.

“Muchisimo!” So much. You exclaim. The click of your heels fades with that of your turned back. You made a left at the end of the hall and then you were out of his sight. Joaquín couldn’t help the swell of his heart soaring. He grins down at his shoes and then looks up timidly at Sam. He rolls his eyes at the chagrin and cheeky smirk he receives.

“So when you said you weren’t wanting to look for a relationship-“

“-I was referring to no longer needing to look.” Joaquín clarified, pocketing his hands. “Cause I got her…”

“And here I was like a jackass trying to set you up. I’m sorry man.”

“It’s all good. We laughed about it the other day.” Joaquín gestured over his shoulder.

“So it’s that serious huh…you happy?” Sam slapped him across his left shoulder. Still asking even though he had a whole show of your love and affection towards one another.

Joaquín squinted at the question. His grin widened. “Was the ring not enough evidence?” He teases. “I can call her back here if you want. I’ll even dip her this time!”

“No, no need. Damn…I’m happy for you Joaquín.” Sam clasped his shoulder. “You know doing this sort of thing for so long. It gets lonely after a while. Hell, even I’ll admit it. When you’re too far into the job, into the crime-fighting and saving, you forget about the one thing you’re dying to go after…”

“What’s that?”

“Love, my man. And you hit the jackpot. You hold on to her as long as you can alright. I know with the jobs you both do there’s bound to be a few bumps in the road but hold on to that. Cause in the end that’s the only thing that’s gonna matter.”

“She’s my everything. Mi todo.”

“Yeah? Alright kid, hold onto your todo and don’t let go. Come one we gotta go greet Mr. P-R-E-S-I-D-E-N-T.” Sam spelled out with a smirk. A bit of a swagger in his step. Joaquín’s laugh broke out as he fell in step with Sam

-

Sam had clocked all the closest exists as soon as he and Joaquín had sat down with Isaiah. He also had noticed the subtle flickering gazes you spared Joaquín long ways from the other side of the room. Your head slightly tilted to the right to meet his gaze every once and a while. You radiated a sweet grin as you switched your surveillance back onto the President.

Everything had been going great until Isaiah stood up. You watched as he flung one of your agents against the curtains. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at the glass the President was inside.

You hurried forward raising your hand to your ear to call for backup when you clocked another man reach for his belt. "He's got a gun!" You yelled and slammed your weight into his side. A shot rang as soon as your bodies collided. Then panic in the room escalated as everyone began to run and try to leave through the exits. The glass above the President had shattered causing him to duck and shield his head.

Joaquín's fight mode kicked in the second the first shot rang out. He set his eyes out for you, keeping low as he started making his way through the panic of people.

“Y/n!” When he found you, you and the man who shot the gun were staring off, each of your heads turning to the flung weapon on the carpet. You lunged for it first. “Y/n!”

Joaquín had followed after you, but he flinched back when another shot rang out. You and the man both froze. Joaquín stood behind you not knowing whether you had been the one hit. But when the man knelt in front of you toppled over, he felt his shoulders fall in relief.

When the man fell, Joaquín rushed over to you. He pulled you back and wrapped his free arm around your waist as his other hand came up to your face to inspect you.

"You okay? You okay?" He muttered as he gently cupped your chin and turned you so you were facing him. It took you a second to register it was him. You nodded in response. You glanced over his shoulder watching in horror as Isaiah threw another agent.

"I-Isaiah?" You gasped, you looked around watching another one of your men escort the President out of there. It was pure chaos. His heart was still racing. He pressed his head to yours quickly before having you both stand up. He looked around the room, eyes falling to Sam. Their eyes met in a silent conversation.

"Get her out of here!" Sam ordered. "Both of you!"

"Let's go." Joaquín didn't hesitate to grab your hand, pulling you through the sea of people. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, his gaze set on an exit.

When he finally broke free of the throng of people, he stayed low and kept you close. You hadn't seen his counter-surveillance kick in since the Flag Smashers, ensuring your safety and his at all costs. However, your resistance against his grip on your hand made it difficult to keep moving forward. He looked down at your interlocked hands and could register your hesitance to continue with him. "I could see your gears turning, what?"

You looked back from where you came from, then looked back to his gaze. "I'm secret service Joaquín-"

His free hand came up to grasp your chin as he lifted your gaze to his. His jaw was locked as he stared you down, not wanting to hear what you were about to say. "No-"

"I got my orders the same as you do." You defended.

"I don't care about orders." Joaquín shook his head as his grip on your chin tightened. "Your job isn't more important than your safety."

"It's the President of the United States!"

"And it's you. There are a lot more people who can protect the President. He'll be fine. Trust me." The sound of distant gunshots made Joaquín's grip on you tighten.

You closed your eyes. Knowing he'd argue with you until you subjected him to the couch for the night. He never knew when to stop prioritizing you over the world. You loved and hated him for it.

"Just listen to me." His grip on your chin eased as his thumb brushed your cheek. "Por favor, mi amor." Please, my love. He knew he was using the right words that pulled on your heartstrings. "Just think about it but not right now 'cause we got to go-" He had looked up in time to see a geared personnel aim their gun right at the two of you. It unsettled him that he had grabbed your waist, tugging you closer as he dropped and rolled the both of you to the ground. Your scream hit his ears as the shot hit the spot where you were previously standing.

"Oh my god!" You screech as you both scramble up on your feet.

The two of you started booking it when shots were fired in your direction again. You were both running low toward the exit when one last shot hit your arm and stopped you in your tracks. You cried out as you grabbed at your shoulder as you fell, but it was enough for you to be vulnerable. Joaquín turned around when he heard your wince and the sound of you collapsing. His blood ran cold as you fell to your knees. "No! Hey no, you're okay. Come on!"

"S-So that's what that- f-feels like, good to know. What the fuck!" You moaned out in pain as Joaquín helped you to your feet again.

"That's good you're still cracking wise on me. Always a good sign." He tried to keep you calm to keep you focused. His heart rate had spiked and he felt his own blood boiling as he watched your wound bleed. His only thought was getting you as far away from danger as possible so he could tend to your arm as soon as you were safe.

"Shut the hell up, Joaquín." You gritted your teeth. He finally saw the front doors come into view once you rounded another corner.

He knew your tone too well to know not to comment back, but he chuckled to himself as you neared the exit. "Just trying to keep you in good spirits, sweetheart." His grip on your waist tightened protectively as he started pushing you forward faster. "Almost there, I got you-"

"Stop right there! Hands up!" You and Joaquín froze as the S.W.A.T team pointed the ends of their guns at you.

Your heart dropped as the team came into view, and the moment he felt your body stiffen, his jaw clenched. A silent curse passed his mind as his right hand went up slowly and he took a step forward to block you from the threat. "Don't shoot. Lieutenant Joaquín Torres, Sam Wilson's second in command, sir. Y/n Y/l/n, secret service. She needs medical attention." He gestured to himself then at you.

"Joaquín, it's a shoulder wound…" You scoff quietly at him.

"They don't know that," He whispered back to you, his right hand remained raised in the air.

The captain's eyes narrowed as he observed your body language with a hint of suspicion. Then his gaze flickered down lower to your shoulder. There was a growing stain of blood staining the sleeve of your blazer. "We got a medic on site. You can be examined there." The captain informed. "Let them through!"

"Thank you," Joaquín said in passing as he curled your arm around his shoulder once more.

The two of you passed the armed men swiftly. Once you were past them, Joaquín picked up his pace a little more as he hurried you outside. He could see the mentioned medic site and caught the attention of a first responder by raising two fingers in the air swiftly. He walked over to a bed and set you down on it, slowly uncurling your good arm from around him.

"Injury?" The woman came forward, inserting blue gloves over her hands.

"Upper arm. A gunshot wound, she's been hit in the shoulder." Joaquín answered, stepping back as the EMT gently pulled your blazer back to reveal the extent of the gunshot wound. You winced as the fabric was pulled against your wound.

"The bullet will need to be removed. What's your pain like?"

“On a scale of one to ten: like I want to punch him." You groan as you grit your teeth, feeling her poke and prod around the wound.

"That's not rare." She smiled at you trying to ease the tension you were holding. "Most patients in your current situation say they want to strangle someone so I'd say you're gonna be alright."

You hum in response, but you still keep your eyes locked on somewhere else. "Is there any way you can check her head for a concussion-" You both look back to Joaquín. "She's not usually the joke-cracking type." Joaquín teased.

You roll your eyes as you look back to the medical. "Ignore him. He's overprotective of my well-being."

She laughs at the banter between the two of you as she moves to clean up the wound area and apply some numbing solution to the surrounding area. The moment the antiseptic wipe comes into contact with your skin, your shoulders tense from the sting. The medic notices your reaction. She then proceeded to pull out forceps, then turned to you. "I'm sorry, but this is probably going to hurt."

"Well, how much worse can it get?" You wince and turn to look at Joaquín. He walked up to the bed and pressed a kiss to your temple, his hand reaching for your right hand instantly.

He bit back a laugh as he smirked at you, but his concern was obvious. His hand twitched as if it had a subconscious desire to pull you in closer. The medic then began to prod the bullet wound, causing you to gasp and wince.

"I promise it'll be over soon…" She tried to comfort you. "This is the worst part."

"I thought getting shot was the worst part?"

She chuckled, "That's a given." While you focused your mind on something else to try and ease the pain, she continued to poke and prod around the wound. She found her mark and then pulled out the bullet swiftly. The pain lasted for a few more seconds because of her fast work, but after that, you began to feel a numbing tingling sensation. "There we go." She nodded.

"You did good, mi amor," Joaquín reassured you as he gripped your hand again. "That wasn't so bad.

You took deep breaths as your heart rate calmed back down. You managed a smile as you looked up at him. The medic then started to disinfect the wound and bandage it up to stop it from bleeding.

“Yeah cause a gunshot wound is nothing compared to having your orbital broken.” You lean in his chest.

“Broken orbital.” The medic questions.

“Long story.” You brush it off.

“You’re good to go. Take these,” She hands you some painkillers. “Get some rest, and make sure to keep changing the dressings to reduce the chance of infection.”

“Will do, thanks for everything.” Your face shows your gracious smile.

“Take care you two.” She dips her chin in goodbye before rushing over to another patient.

“Well that was fun.” Joaquín quips as he walk over to stand in front of you. His grin widening as he brushes back some baby hairs.

“Our best date yet.” You chuckle.

"Mm, I think I prefer the one where we skip work tomorrow and lay in bed all day." He wrapped his arms around you gently, pulling you just a little closer to him. "Besides, I thought you loved a bit of adventure in our life," He teased as he ran his nose along the side of your cheek.

"Yes but you know not like this, Joaquín." You sighed into his touch.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his heart, not wanting to admit that seeing you injured had terrified him, and he was trying to play it cool. He just had to keep reminding himself you were alright.

"I can hear you spiraling." You breathe out a faint laugh

"Not spiraling. I'm totally fine, and-" He fumbled over his words as he met your gaze again. He pressed his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths to steady himself. "I'm spiraling cause you scared the hell out of me."

"I never mean to. You know that. It comes with our jobs, Joaquín. Our lives are constantly on the line."

"Yeah, I know that." He sighed as his hands moved to rest on your waist. "Doesn't make it any easier though…"

"I don't think it ever will."

"No, I suppose it won't…" His thumbs idly rubbed back and forth along your waist, and the silence that settled between you grew thick.

"You can't save us from everything…" You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek.

He hummed and closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled back. Despite being comforted by your touch, he couldn't shake off the fear that had settled in his chest.

"Can I ask you something?"

He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he wanted to voice his worries. But ultimately, he decided it was better to get it off his chest.

He took a deep breath, "Do you ever consider… quitting? All of it?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to upset you.

"No, though somethings I imagine what a life of peace looks like. Though I wouldn't want to start that reality without you. Until we're both ready for that cliche of white picket fence life. You don't want to give that up right now though, I can see how much you love the thrill and adventure, so neither do I."

His expression softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew you knew him so well, which made him love you even more.

"You're right, I don't want to give it up right now." He admitted. "But the idea of a quiet life does sound nice, especially if it means spending more time with you without worrying that something could happen to you every second." He murmured as his hands shifted to rest on your hips. "But it is just a job at the end of the day."

"One you love." You teased.

"Oh, I do love it…" Joaquín smirked as he dipped his head to press a kiss to the soft skin of your neck. His gaze shifted to look at your bandaged shoulder, a faint frown appearing on his face just for a moment. He lifted his hand slowly and gently brushed his fingers along the edges of the bandage, careful not to cause any pain to your wound.

"But…" He whispered, his breath hot against your skin, "I love you more, mi amor." He added as he pressed a sweet kiss to your skin once more.

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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]

Amarillo

Pairing: neighbor! Joaquin Torres x female reader

Word Count: 1714 words

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

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

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

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

🌟 Please reblog and comment, all feedback is appreciated and warmly encouraged and allows me to learn what to work on 🌟

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS PLEASE DNI.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you like my new dress?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you like to see all of it?"

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

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

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

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous, y/n!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This color looks divine on you, cariño "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Guess what, cariño. ”

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

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

[joaquinwhorres]

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.

[yangrdn]

hiiii! if you're still taking requests for joaquin, can you do a fluff oneshot of him with a fem!s/o with adhd?

moments

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.

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: none

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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: “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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Part 24

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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.

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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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5 YEAR DIFFERENCE — JOAQUÍN TORRES

SUMMARY: When you weren’t out fighting an enemy, you were busy chewing out Joaquin.

WARNING(S): Angsty, fluff, implied mentions of smut, mentions of the Blip/The Snap

WORD COUNT: 1,793

PAIRING: Joaquin Torres x fem!Reader

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

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“So to my understanding, you just completely disregarded what I had to say about not going out and seeking out these Flag-Smashers?”

“No…” Joaquin tried playing it cool, hoping to find a way to escape your stern eyes staring him down.

“Oh yeah smartass…then where’d you get the black eye, huh? Don’t tell me nice old lady Cheryl from down the hall, gave you that?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“She’s not sweet as you may think. Woman’s got quite the right hook.” Joaquin smirked, slacking his jaw and finding all of this funny. “Stay away from her...” Joaquin pointed at you, as he leaned down to get a beer from the fridge.

“I’m not laughing Joaquin!” Any trace of you being happy was wiped away. “And that beer better be for your damn eye cause no way in hell are you drinking this conversation away!” You gestured between the both of you.

“Me? No, this is for you.” You stood there dumbfounded as he held the beer out for you. “This is for me.” He then set down the beer at the dinner table and picked up the first aid kit. He sat down and looked at you, feeling guilty. “How’d you know?” He crossed his hands together and leaned his forearms against his thighs.

You placed your hands on the chairs back and leaned forward. You blew a few strands of air out of your face before sighing. “Sam worries a lot about you ya know, which is convenient for me, especially when I don’t know where the hell you are.” You finally looked down at Joaquin. “He called me…told me to prepare for the breakdown he thought I was going to have.”

“And?” He pressed, wanting you to tell him how you were feeling.

“You lied to me again, Joaquin.” Your voice wavered.

Looks like that breakdown was coming sooner than you thought.

“All with good reason.” He nervously laughed.

“Good enough to be sleeping on the couch tonight?” You looked at him in question.

“No.” He stood up taking your hands in his. “Of course not!” He furrowed his brows in seriousness. “You know I don’t like lying to you-“

“Then why do you always do it?” You groaned.

“I don’t tell you mainly for my sake. The things I do, the people I go up against, Y/n. It’s not something I want you to be a part of or anywhere near.” He tilted his head to catch your averting eyes. “I would never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you.”

“You say it like I can’t kick your ass in under five seconds.” You scoffed. “Did you forget who taught you everything you know? You wouldn’t even be half as good as you are now, without me. It doesn’t even help the fact that you’re always looking for trouble, especially when I tell you not to, Joaquin. And it scares me.” You muttered.

“I’m just trying to make sense of these last five years that went by, especially because…” He trailed off, but you knew what he struggled to let slip past his lips.

You had been older than him at the time. Torres was merely a new recruit who had taken a liking to you, and while you found his infatuation cute, you couldn’t help but take him under your wing. You taught and helped him improve his fighting skills. Back then you outranked him. Now he out ranked you.

The blip didn’t help your relationship. It only reminded Torres of what he lost during the events of the Snap. You along with 50% of the population gone…vanished in an instant. Five years you couldn’t get back, and five years that took everything within Joaquin to get better, to get stronger. All while he thought of you. You were his motivation. And when he got you back. You hadn’t changed a bit. You were the same girl he was crushing on, still crushing on, only this time he was more confident in wanting to ask you out, even more so that you were now both the exact same age. 24.

“I know.” You nodded, letting him know that you knew what he meant. “It’s a lot for me to take in too.” You shook your head. “Five years.” You laughed. You were still in disbelief. Your emotions running wild, and the hard cold exterior wall you always put up, was still existent now. You didn’t like showcasing your emotions for everyone to see. So you did what you did best. You pushed them aside and moved along the conversation. “Anyway! Let’s see that eye of yours, huh?” You pushed off the chair and placed your hand on his chest. Shoving him back into the chair he pulled out. Joaquin let out a huff as he flopped down into the seat.

His chest rising and falling from the sudden action. You flipped opened the lid of the kit nonchalantly. Then gripped Joaquin’s jaw, maneuvering it to the side to inspect the injury he got.

“You don’t plan on attending any social gatherings anytime soon, right?” You joked, but Joaquin knew that you were also serious.

“No why?” He glanced up at you worriedly.

“No reason, but that bad boy is surely going to swell up so I’d put some ice on it.” You fiddled around with some bandages and alcohol wipes, head turned away from him as you talked.

“Does this officially get me in at the cool kids table?” He joked. “How do I look?” He squinted his eyes and did his best yet worst impression of a smolder.

“This gets you a night on the couch, and the title of “pure dumbass”. Congratulations, your initiated.” You gave him a fake smile. “And you look like you got your ass handed to you, how else would you look like?”

“You could always hand me yours?” He shrugged nonchalantly, then busted out in a fit of laughter as he blocked the hit you were trying to throw at him.

“Wanna make it two nights!” You scoffed a laugh as you tried to hit him again, but failed.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He smiled fondly trying to recover from his comment. “Can I at least get a kiss, ya know…to make my booboo feel better?” He pouted, making his eyes big.

“How about I slap you and make it hurt?” You pondered the idea.

“I can take it…” He seemed so sure of himself.

“No you can’t!” You mocked him with a laugh. “I can take it though. High tolerance for pain…I am all women after all.” You smirked gesturing to yourself.

“Is that an invitation to bed?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Oh look, I need this drink after all! Ha!” Your eyes grew wide in a smile. You picked up the beer popping the cap off and took a long sip.

“I’m sorry…” He suddenly blurred out as you looked at nothing in particular.

“For what?”

“Making you worry.” He shrugged. His bottom lip jutting out a bit.

“I always worry.” You played it off as if it was a normal thing for you to do.

“No, you stay up all night if I don’t check in. Which I didn’t do this time.” His eyes followed up to your own. “You don’t think I notice the signs, but I do…the bags under your eyes, the fidgeting.” He sighed. “You’re wearing my shirt for crying out loud.” You looked down and picked at the material. You straightened your back now giving him your full attention.

“I-I…” He stopped himself. Your eyes glistening.

“Say it.” You frowned gripping the back of the chair. “I just wanna hear you say it already.” Your voice cracking. “We waited this long have we not?”

Joaquin looked up at you. He sat up straighter and reached for your hand. “You knew?” His internal thoughts were going haywire.

Guess he didn’t see all the signs.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out that the young new recruit took a liking on his captain. The flirting, the slight touches when we’d train together, and the lingering looks. It was all there.” You looked down smiling at the slippers that adorned your feet. “That and the showers were not the best place to gossip out loud.” You giggled. You looked up to find him staring at you in shock.

“You knew all this whole time and let me think that I was being subtle about not trying to let my emotions show?”

“Joaquin nothing you do is subtle.” You laughed.

“Guess not.” He joined in on the laughter. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I love you. Just so we clear that up.” He put his hands out nodding.

“Well, I love you too, just so we’re clear.” You smirked down at him.

Joaquin felt great that his love for you was now put out in the air. He beamed happily, reaching for your other hand and guided you to sit on his lap. Both legs on either side of him. His hands securing you in place at the hips. You slowly relaxed your arms to rest around his neck. Playing around with the hair that sat at the nape of his neck.

“Hi.” He greeted you..

“Hi.” You bit your lip, trying not to show your excitement.

“Come here often?” He asked, he pretended to act curious.

“Oh yeah, all the time.” You nodded, playing along.

“Think I can change your mind about my sleeping arrangements?” He muttered softly leaning in ever so slightly.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” You smirked.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Serendipity

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

Word Count: 600 words

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

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

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

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

"No problem, just give me a moment."

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

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

Enthusiastically you thank him and end the call.

Can you fall in love with a voice?

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

Can you fall in love with a daydream?

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

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

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

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

"Hello, how may I assist you?"

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

"Ah yes, we have it right here."

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

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

"Oh."

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

"Do you happen to know my son?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Heard you have been looking for me?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe all of my life."

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

[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.

[yangrdn]

if one thing isn’t mentioned here and you send it in and it makes me feel uncomfortable , i won’t write it, and i hope you understand. 

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these are topics i won’t write about: 

abortions

r*pe

smut

inc*st 

st*rker (pls stay away from me) 

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[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." 

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Bit More Talky

Joaquín Torres x Reader

Word Count: 1339

Warnings: fluff that’s it

A/n: Thank your for the request @moonlights27 ! I‘m not completely in love with this, but I‘ve fallen for Joaquin once more, so that is a good sign isn’t it?

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The chair in front of your desk squeaked with every time your foot pushed yourself for another turn. It was the tenth round, or was it the twelfth? You couldn’t tell, annoyed and bored, you jumped back on your feet, starting to run up and down the small space between your bed and desk.

It has been months since the blip, months when you had nothing really to do.

The governments of the world had taken over, and you were pushed back in your old/new life.

A few text messages from Sam were all you got, Wanda and Bucky never responded. Sometimes you asked yourself if Bucky could even write an SMS.

Sam sent photos from his time back at home, but you also saw him on the TV.

Being jealous was not fair, but you couldn’t hold it back.

At least Sam was able to do something with the Air Force, you just sat there and waited for something to happen.

The feeling of being useless was even worse than you expected.

You hoped the world would need your help a bit more after you helped turn it back to normal by fighting Thanos.

A loud notification tone interrupted you in your thoughts, hastily you opened the encrypted chat on your laptop. Your eyes flew over the message from Sam, a smile slowly growing on your face.

Finally, a new job. Sam wanted you to help him in Europe with some Flag Smashers problems.

A group of people you already heard about.

Excited you packed a small travel bag, you only had one hour to be ready.

It was like Sam knew that you only waited for him to contact you and of course he did. You told him at least once a day that you would soon die because of boredom.

A knock on your door made you jump, suited up and with your bag you headed to the door.

It was mean to say that you were disappointed as you didn’t see Sam’s face in front of your door, because the soldier who knocked seemed to be kinda excited and a bit shy.

“Y/N Y/L/N, First Lieutenant Joaquin Torres uhh… it is nice to meet you uh I’m sorry Ma'am.”

His hand snapped to the back of his neck and his eyes met the floor. You had to admit that he looked really cute like this and for the first time since ages you felt the familiar warm feeling in your chest.

“I’m kinda nervous because you are… you.”

You grinned by all the rambling and made a step in his direction, reaching out one hand and he took it after staring at it for a second.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m just y/n a normal civilian after all.”

You couldn’t hide the bitterness by the word civilian but keep smiling at him.

“Well you are a hero aren’t you?... Anyways, we gotta go, Sam is waiting.”

On the way to the airport Joaquin talked a bit more about the mission you were about to join. A bit concerned about how his hands left the steering wheel every few seconds for gesturing while he was talking, you watched him from aside.

“Sir-”

“You can call me Joaquin or umm Torres if you want, everybody does it. But if you don’t you can-”

“Okay Joaquin.”

For a short moment he stared at you, a little smile showing up as you smiled as well noticing your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry if I’m talking too much.”

“No no it’s fine. Don’t worry about that, I’m happy over some company.”

You arrived at the airport a few minutes later, Sam was already waiting in front of the plane, and you couldn’t help but laugh at relief.

“Long time no see Wilson. Thank you for calling me in.”

He tugged you in a little hug and as you padded his back you saw Joaquin narrowing his eyes before he entered the plane.

“You were literally forcing me to call you when there’s something.”

You both laughed, and it just felt good to be here with him again.

“Come on. We gotta go.”

Sam took your bag and followed Joaquin, “Oh and there’s a surprise waiting.”

The surprise was Bucky sitting on the bench on the opposite of the entry.

“Hey Sergeant.”

You gestured a high five in his direction as you passed by, winking at his slightly annoyed face.

“Y/LN.”

“Why is he always so grumpy?”

Sam laughed at your murmured words and you both sat down, ready to take off.

You rarely knew Bucky, and it was obvious that Sam and he didn’t really change their opinions and behavior for each other, so it was silent in the plane. No one talked and after a while you stood up, making your way to the front area.

“Hope you’re a bit more talky.”

With a giggle you recognized how Joaquin flinched when you surprised him.

“I would consider myself as talky.”

“That’s good.”

Noticing a tickle going through your stomach as you sat beside him, you shake your head a little.

The last you want was having a crush on a guy while being on the first mission for a long time.

You wouldn’t describe the area as comfortable, the low ceiling, only a little space because of a dozen boxes.

“Why don’t you sit with the others in the back? Don’t tell me you’re an introvert and love it here.”

The bench was so small that it was impossible for your legs not to touch his.

For a moment his eyes wandered over the point where your bodies met but fast moved on down to your boots which leaned against one of the boxes.

“I don’t want to interrupt the guys and believe me or not, I have to work.”

He joined your light laughter and held up a package of sweets which you took.

“You wouldn’t interrupt them. They are idiots, but Sam is the kindest guy in the world and Bucky is just a bit confused and grouchy about everything.”

“You know them for a long time?”

“Bucky tried to kill me a long time ago… several times.” You laughed for a moment.

“But obviously he was never successful. I know Sam for nearly ten years now, when he joined the avengers. We were the annoying siblings of the family who played pranks on everyone… Well that is another story.”

You took a deep breath in by the memories of the time before Thanos and before everyone was ripped apart by the blip and by death.

Joaquin set his hand on your arm for a second before letting go in a fast motion.

“Sorry I thought-”

“Stop excusing yourself. It’s my fault bringing on that topic. Not fitting for a first meeting. It’s a more tenth date conversation.”

You shut your mouth immediately after the words came out of it, gazing at his face for a second before he noticed your heated up cheeks.

“Uhh you’re right. So maybe umm only if you want I invite you-”

“Hey we’re nearly there.”

Sam’s shouting was so close, and you jumped back on your feet before he entered the area.

His eyes were switching from you to the still sitting Joaquin.

“If you do the job right we’re finished within a few hours and you two lovebirds can continue.”

His smirk made you look down to your feet before straightening up and start walking towards him.

“I’m always doing the job right Wilson.”

You took one of the earpieces from his hand before punching him against his shoulder.

“Let’s go”

You continue walking to the door leaving two speechless man.

Watching both Sam and Bucky jump out off the plane you saw a bit of concern in the eyes of Joaquin after you laughed over Bucky’s jump.

“Well I see you later, and I’ll take that invitation. I know a good place to go.”

You winked before jumping out, knowing that Sam would catch you before you could touch the ground.