#joaquin x y/n

[k4marina]

too far in || j.r

for that anon that requested this, i like the way you think. ;)

synopsis: just a snippet of your relationship with the joker

warnings: joker (bc he deserves his own warning), sexual/suggestive themes, angst ig, my spelling probably.

fem!reader x joker

you really couldn't pinpoint when or how it started. it's almost as if he'd always been there; by your side in your bed. you knew it was wrong. having these.. relations with gothams most wanted was a sure way of having either gcpd on your front door or batman, and if the time came you hoped it was the former.

tonights no exception either. it's late, way past anyones bedtime. you're in your bed, sleeping after a long day of work when you felt the bed dip. something that always left you mesmerized was how he never made a sound. you'd only know he was there if he wanted it to be known, otherwise he would just blend into the shadows.

no words are exchanged, you don't need too. you both know what he wants and you have not problem giving it to him after all, you want it too.

he slips in you so easily like all the other times. his cut and callused hands sending shivers throughout your body, jagged nails gripping onto your flesh.

his hips are rutting into yours, leaving you breathless. depending on the time of night or on how much energy you both had it was either slow and somewhat meaningful or crude and animalistic, you just couldn't decide which one you'd prefer.

the only sounds he would make would be low groans and pants or the occasional dirty talk or instructions, never being one to make useless chit-chat, "that's it baby, right there," "what a filthy cunt, just taking my cock in" "imagine what people would say if they found out what we were doing."

you on the other hand were left hot and bothered. moaning whenever he'd hit that right spot, whimpering when his nails or sometimes teeth would clamp down on you, whining every time he'd finish and leave you empty.

when you wake up he's never there, but you know that he was by the smears of red and black grease paint on the pillow next to you. you'd push down the hurt you'd feel in your chest. it's okay. it's for the better. anything more or with him and your life is basically ruined.

but you knew, you were far too deep into him.

[greenmanalishi]

[moonlight-prose]

✧ DRUNK ON YOU ✧

a/n: we just keep getting filthier as the fics progress this month. so i've never written spit kink this way before. i honestly didn't think i'd be into it, but there's something about this man that makes my brain fuzzy. this is listed as me wanting to get tipsy with torres cause i feel like he'd take care of me. i hope y'all enjoy!

day six - spit kink | kinktober 2023

summary: "after a long week of stress—your job taking more out of you thank you would have liked—you needed a night out. if only to spend time with him."

word count: 1k+

pairing: joaquín torres x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, spit kink, spitting, swallowing, sir kink, dom!joaquín, fluff.

Two drinks. That’s all it took for you to wind up like this. Draped over your boyfriend at the club, tucked away in a corner booth, as he whispered something in your ear you could barely hear over the loud bass of the music. It thrummed through you, vibrating your entire body as you sat there, smiling at him with a hazy look in your eyes. Something he’d seen many times before.

“How are you feelin’?” he asked, running a thumb along your chin.

You grinned, leaning into his touch. “Good,” you mumbled, loving the way the alcohol sent warmth spilling into your body.

“Yeah?” He’d been sipping on the same glass of water the entire time you’d been there, already claiming the spot of designated driver tonight.

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. He pulled you closer, his hand splaying across your back, the warmth of it a delicious feeling. Part of you loathed the fact that your dress was keeping you from him. That thin layer of fabric stopping you from feeling his bare touch.

“I want,” you said, dragging a finger along his button down, picking at one loose button. In your hazy mind you made a mental note to fix it tomorrow—knowing he would let it simply fall off.

He nudged his nose against your cheek. “What do you want hermosa?”

The deep color of his brown eyes caught you in their hold, drawing you in closer until you couldn’t find your way out of them. Joaquín’s hand slid down lower, fingers brushing the top of your ass, and your breath hitched. Something now stirred in your chest, building slowly. Sensually.

“Want you to kiss me,” you breathed, curling a hand around his collar and drawing him in closer.

There was no resistance from him, because if there’s one thing he wanted more. It was to devour you. To drag you into the club’s bathroom and make you see heaven. He was as voracious as you—desperate to feel you in every manner possible. Which left you here. Sliding your lips against his and moaning softly when he took the lead—his hand grasping onto the back of your neck and pulling you closer.

Your heart fluttered, his touch making you want to drag yourself into his lap. The fact that you were still in public was the only thing that registered in your brain, keeping you from making a spectacle of this. To others you looked like two people in love. After all, it wasn’t odd to see people makeout in the club. But to each other…you were so much more. There were times you wondered if the word love could even describe what you felt for this man—what you knew he felt for you.

Biting down on his lip you pulled it into your mouth, sucking on it until his pained groan echoed in your ears. He licked into you, tasting the tequila on your tongue and smiling when it spread along his. There was no doubt that he was a good kisser, but you could feel the restraint in his touch. Taste the desire on his tongue.

“Kiss me,” you begged, pulling him closer until he practically covered your body.

He chuckled, running his thumb along your cheek. “I am bebita.”

You shook your head. “No. The way you want to. Please…sir.”

Something flickered in his eyes, turning them darker. The club’s neon lights illuminated him from behind, casting a blurry halo around his head, and you could feel the breath get knocked from your lungs. Joaquín was always beautiful. That was a fact you had no doubts on. Yet tonight—even through your drunken haze—he looked ethereal. Like a god come down from the heavens above to bestow a kiss on your lips.

Oh how lucky you felt.

His swollen lips parted, nose flaring slightly as he used his thumb to pull at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me.”

You followed his request before he finished it, your maroon red lips parting, tongue barely sticking out. As if on instinct you fell into that familiar space. Waiting for him to tell you what came next, what he wanted from you. He grinned, leaning closer and blocking you from the eyeline of everyone at the club—his thumb digging into your cheek.

You felt it then.

His spit hitting your tongue, coating it. Some landed on the corner of your mouth and before you could do anything, he was dragging it along your cheek, smearing your lipstick right along with it. Making a mess and giving you exactly what you asked for.

“Swallow.”

Heat trickled down into your lower body, slick spilling into your already drenched panties. And he watched you follow his order dutifully. Swallowing with a fucked out grin on your lips. He groaned, mumbled good girl, before he dragged you back, kissing you with a fervor that hadn’t been there before. He licked along your tongue, his hand digging into your hip to prevent himself from touching you further in public.

Moaning, you tried to tilt your hips up into his hold, but he held you down against the booth. Kissing you so thoroughly you felt it down to the very tips of your fingers.

“We’re going home,” he said, entirely out of breath—a flush spreading along his cheeks. “Now.”

You nodded, biting down on your lip and fluttering your lashes. “Okay sir.”

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, before gathering your coat and purse, leading you carefully out of the booth. Even though you weren’t entirely steady on your feet, he still kept you close. Making sure that you made it out safe. He was ever the protector—always the one who made sure that you came before anything. That thought alone nearly made you drag him back to the bathrooms.

Five steps out of the door he leaned down, pressing his mouth against your ear, his arm tightening around your waist. His breath was hot against your skin, causing goosebumps to raise along your arms. But that’s not what made your knees shake, breath catching in your chest.

“My turn to taste you,” he murmured, his fingers trailing along your waist—completely aware that the alcohol was no longer the thing you were drunk on.

[joeliz99]

A Proper Hello- Danny Ramirez

Description: After being apart for months, Danny and (Y/N) have a warm interaction at the airport. 

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word count: 506

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“Where are you? I can’t see you.” Danny's voice crackled through the phone as he awkwardly balanced it between his shoulder and ear. He was struggling to secure the strap of his backpack while maneuvering his suitcase through the bustling crowd.

“I’m right where I told you—behind the exit sign. Look, I’m waving my hand. Do you see me?”

Danny squinted and scanned the area. After a moment, he spotted the sign and lowered his gaze, only to see a glimpse of her hand, with the rest of her obscured by a taller person standing directly in front of her.

“You’re lucky I recognize you anywhere, midget. I’m on my way.” It took only seconds for him to appear in her line of sight, and her face brightened with relief as she hurried toward him.

“You’re such an asshole!” She laughed, though her tone was affectionate. He rolled his eyes with a teasing smirk. When they were finally close, Danny stopped, opened his arms wide, and enveloped her in a big, tight hug.

He hummed contentedly, swaying her from side to side. She could feel herself melting into his embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort that was so familiar.

“Finally,” she whispered in his ear, causing him to smile even wider. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek before reluctantly letting go.

“Come on. I want to give you a proper hello without all these people around.” Danny took her hand, his other hand still clutching his suitcase, and they walked toward the parking lot. As they made their way, they chatted casually, catching up on the time they’d been apart.

Once they had loaded his belongings into the trunk and got into the car, she continued to describe how the last few days had seemed to stretch on endlessly, knowing that his return had been imminent.

Danny, however, appeared distracted, his eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure they weren’t drawing unwanted attention.

“Mi amor,” he said suddenly, interrupting her. She fell silent as he gazed at her, his eyes dropping to her lips. A playful smile touched her face as she anticipated what was coming. She raised an eyebrow and reached up to play with the chain of his necklace through the gap in his shirt.

“Are we about to kiss?”

Danny chuckled, his smile widening as he placed his hands gently on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His lips brushed hers with a lingering, teasing touch, making her heart race after three months apart. With a playful nip at her lower lip, Danny finally sealed the kiss they had both been waiting for, relishing the familiar warmth of their connection.

One kiss quickly turned into several, each one slightly shorter and more playful than the last.

“Seems like you missed me, Mr. Ramirez,” she teased, raising her eyebrows with a playful laugh.

Danny’s grin was unmistakable, his eyes twinkling with affection. “You know I did. Now, how about we get home as soon as possible and continue this properly?”

[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Young Avengers 🦅 | Marvel Headcanon

Takes place during Phase 4 of the MCU

Link to my marvel Masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no

Being a young former Black Widow and forming a team with Shuri, Kate, Elijah, Joaquin, and Kid Loki would look like:

To be honest you weren’t to fazed with the idea of forming a team with the younger crowd of up and coming superheroes. Sure you had been friends with Shuri since 2018 and met the others through Sam, Clint, and Thor, but the idea of creating a team like the Avengers never crossed your mind until Shuri proposed the idea. “Ain’t that Val lady forming her own team? Or Secretary Ross is, they’re calling them the Thunderbolts? Yelena was telling me about it—anyway, point is if there’s already a new team of heroes then why make our own?” “Calling them heroes is a little…far fetched if we’re being honest. They are more like the Dark Avengers—and no I was not trying to make a joke. You look at who she’s recruiting and it’s literally that. Think of us as their antithesis.”

It didn’t take much convincing after that with you literally going, “Fuck it. Let’s do it—might actually give me shit to do now that the world has gone to shit trying to get back to the way it was.” Within the hour you were pulling up to a hangar to meet the others. They all looked excited except Kid Loki. He looked rather annoyed being there—really it was Thor’s idea to have him join to keep him out of trouble. “It was either this or join him in his adventures across space. Frankly I’d rather stay in one place after escaping the Void.”

Considering you all are some of the most powerful and intelligent kids on the planet, there is bound to be some restrictions. Likely y’all would be staying at Avengers compound or create your own base camp but there would still be oversight. If Fury is not dealing with the Kree then he and Maria are who y’all report to. Other than them, the veteran Avengers tend to look after you guys—like Sam and Clint. “So since you’re now Captain America and you’re technically retired, does that make Torres the Falcon and Bishop Hawkeye?” “If that’s what they want to go by. You’re still called Black Widow aren’t ya?” “Touché”

So there you have it. Shuri: The Black Panther, Joaquin: the Flacon, You: the Black Widow, Kate: Hawkeye, Kid Loki, & Elijah: The Patriot.

As expected you’re a rambunctious group of heroes. Sometimes y’all find yourselves in trouble when you weren’t planning on it. Trouble just finds you guys 90% of the time. Agent Everett Ross has a whole supply of advil because keeping track of you all gives him a headache. “You’re job was to get it, get the intel, and get the hell out of there. What went wrong?” “Well…….as you can see um….yeah I have no explanation. Shuri you got anything?” “Nope. Torres, you?” “I can’t even remember what we were doing there.”

One time on a mission you guys actually ran into the Thunderbolts and it was quite the scene. First of all you and Yelena were like, “Hey sis! What are you doing here?” Meanwhile Bucky was scolding Elijah & Torres and Walker was getting annoyed with Kid Loki’s tricks. Kate just looked out of place while Shuri was trying to calm everyone down, “It seems there has been a misunderstanding. Unless….it was the plan for all of us to be here.” “What are you saying, Shuri?” “I believe our teams were set up, white wolf. Why else would both of us be called to the same place, for the same exact thing, on the same day?”

Having a genius like Shuri on your team meant you guys were equipped with some of the best technological advances than anyone else. Even the Thunderbolts were envious of y’all’s artillery. Not only did Joaquin get an upgrade on his falcon wings, but Kate got high tech trick arrows, Elijah a vibranium shield, kid Loki with a scepter and you got some additions to your Widow’s bite and suit. “Shit, I feel like I could take down even Thanos with these.” “Try not to show them off to much, Widow. Secretary Ross is still trying to get me to develop stuff for the Thunderbolts and i’ve given him the impression I’m not even advancing our weaponry. So..keep it on the down low.”

After some time as a team, you guys would recruit Kamala Khan, RiRi Williams and Cassie Lang as y’all’s Ms. Marvel, IronHeart & Stinger. Peter Parker would eventually join, bringing in his buddy Ned and America Chavez who were Masters of The Mystic Arts. The team grew so large y’all could actually split you guys up when multiple missions came in. With their initiation, Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel, and Scott Lang joined Sam, Clint, Fury, Ross, and Hill as ‘chaperones’.

“So what do we call ourselves?” “The Young Avengers.” “Isn’t that a derivative?” “Yeah, but it sounds less menacing than Dark Avengers or the Thunderbolts. I mean we are Avengers…just we’re young so it fits.” “True…”

[happypopcornprincess]

Can I request a fic with Joaquin x Reader where it's date night and they are watching a movie and reader gets emotional and cries, but then Joaquin does too just looking at reader crying.

thank you so much for this request!

Writing again for my favorite character in MCU was so thrilling, and that too about this cute fluffy scenario omg! 🥺😭❤️ I hope you like it!

My Dearest

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Reader

Premise - A movie night turned into something you won't forget.

Words - 500

Spoiler warning for the movie 'Call Me By Your Name'

You won’t say it was a talent, but you predicted what would happen next while watching a movie. It started as a fun pastime with your father when you were young. And right now, snuggling next to Joaquin on the sofa you were having a movie night, watching ‘Call Me By You Name’

During the climax, you wait as Elio spends Hanukkah with his parents alone, and the phone rings. You hold your breath, perking up slightly as he looks at it.

Your brain goes into overdrive, and you hold your breath as it concludes that it’s Oliver on the other side and that they are breaking up.

Joaquin’s hand slid over your waist, and he held you close as you sat up against his chest.

And your vision blurs as you watch him calling out to Oliver by his name.

“Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio.”

There is a pause, and on the other side, he sighs.

“Oliver.”

He says it once, and you sniffle, dreading what’s coming next. The minute he confesses that he’s engaged to a woman and is about to marry, you break down.

You weep throughout the scene until Elio sits down at the fireplace and his mother calls out to him, softly.

But as the credits roll while Timothée Chalamet stares into the camera with tears, you hear a sniffle from behind you.

You freeze and slowly look behind you and straight at Joaquin, whose big brown eyes are overflowing with tears and he grimaced at the laptop placed in front of you.

“babe?” you sniffle, calling him.

“Yeah?” he sniffles, exhaling loudly.

Your voice breaks as you ask him, “Are you crying?”

He locks his eyes on your face and he stares at you innately with a tear rolling down his face.

“No.” He deadpans.

Watching him cry breaks your heart. "It's just a movie. Joaco, why are you crying..." You hiccup, wiping your tears away.

“Because you are crying!” He sobs. “Please don’t cry.” His face contracts, and he wipes his tears silently.

Your big hug engulfs him as soon as you hear that. His racing heartbeat calms down as you hold him tightly, feeling a warm sensation growing inside your chest.

When you wake up, you realize that the two of you fell asleep on the sofa, and it's early morning at the moment. Half-sleeping, you detangle yourself from Joaquin’s arms and look at him as he sleeps soundly. He looked at peace, a faint smile lingering on his lips. You gently kiss his forehead and tuck a stray strand of his long curls behind his ears.

You tuck yourself under the blanket beside him and drift off to sleep, the sound of his steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

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A/N - Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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[morgandr]

Imagine:

While traveling through West America you meet a man named Adam. While you were there y’all became friends and maybe a little more.

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(PHOTOS FOUND ON PINTEREST!)

(Adam Joaquin Gonzalez X Reader)

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[sabbqj]

wip Joker

[fluffyprettykitty]

No Room For Worries

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

Word Count: 563 words

Outline: Filled with worry at Joaquin's absence until he finally texts you.

Author’s Note: Requested by the delightful @happypopcornprincess. She also writes for all Danny Ramirez characters so if you don't know her already you should definitely check her out! Baby, I hope you like this and thank you so much for your kind words!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

It wasn't easy dating Joaquin Torres. He was gorgeous, the kindest man you ever met, and an absolute sweetheart but his work both in the military and by Captain America's side as the Falcon left you filled with worry every single time he left. 

You had gotten used to him, leaving you in the middle of the night or really in the middle of anything to go and join Sam wherever he needed to, and even though you had met him and all the team involved, you still couldn't help yourself. 

All you do is pace back and forth inside your small apartment dressed in his favorite green hoodie and his grey sweatpants. You got music on and you're trying to calm yourself down even though it's been more than thirty hours since Joaquin has last called you. 

Suddenly a beep is heard. You jump to the couch to grab your phone and excitedly gaze at his name on the screen. A simple "I miss you, I'll be home, soon" followed by a smiley face. You suddenly felt calmer and happily danced around the room on your own. 

Two hours later you were doing laundry. You had just put one wash in and were putting the clothes in the drying rack. The tv was on loud in the other room so you could still hear the re-run of the show you were watching. 

The distinct sound of a motorcycle engine was heard and momentarily you thought how similar to your boyfriend's Harley it sounded. You chuckle at the thought as you place the last shirt on the rack and move to close the door and return to the living room. 

Then the doorbell rang. Confused at how late at night it was, almost 11 pm, you try to quietly go to the door eyehole. Only to be greeted with the sight of your tall boyfriend with his hair all loose and wet, dressed in a black leather jacket and holding his helmet around his elbow. 

Excitedly you open the door and hug him immediately. You are wrapping your hands around his back, not caring at all about getting wet. 

"Carino, tranquilla. I missed you, too. Let's get inside. " You protest, squeezing him tighter. All he can do is laugh at your reaction. "I got food in my backpack. I wanna make sure it hasn't got soaking wet." 

"What happened? Why are you wet?" You stare at him, patting his shoulders and arms with your hands before trying to remove his backpack. 

"Rain caught me about fifty miles from here and then I couldn't do anything else than keep driving. We were in San Francisco and I wanted to get these amazing sandwiches from a local chain." 

“Oh baby, you’re so sweet.”

“And drenching wet.”

"You should take a shower and put on fresh clothes because I don't want you to catch a cold. " 

You take him by the hand leading him inside the room and carefully help him off his clothes, You took the shower together amongst many giggling and kisses. The worry in your heart had settled now into the rhythm of love.

The sandwiches were thankfully okay, the backpack had many layers so they stayed safe but unfortunately the next morning Joaquin woke up with a cough. 

Not that you minded at all. You would nurse him right back into health. 

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[madlittlecriminal]

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[redwingstan]

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[tom-whore-dleston]

What I've Been Looking For

Pairing ▹ Joaquin Torres x gn. reader

This fic contains ▹ fluff, birthdays, soulmates AU, Joaquin and reader are 24 years old, alcohol consumption, sibling banter, lightly beta'ed writing

Word Count ▹ 1.2k

Summary ▹ Every year, you wish to meet your soulmate but are becoming less hopeful of it coming true.

Notes ▹ It's my birthday!!! You all voted for a birthday fic and I delivered 😜 I would like to count this fic towards my submission for @late-to-the-party-81's Challenge Yourself challenge since this is my first time writing a Soulmates AU. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

Prompt ▹ Sharing birthdays: soulmates are born on the same day, share the first breath with each other by @creativepromptsforwriting/@creativepromptfills Dividers ▹ @firefly-graphics

Birthdays were a sacred celebration. You lived in a world where your soulmate was born on the same day as you, sharing your first breath together. Every year, you wished for the same thing before blowing the candles of your cake out. You wished to meet your soulmate. The soulmate that came into this world the very exact moment that you did. As the years went by, you became more discouraged from meeting that person you were meant to live the rest of your life with. Nevertheless, you continued to wish to meet that special somebody.

Upon waking up to the sun shining down on your face, you sighed, throwing the bed cover off your body.

Another birthday. Another wish to waste on someone that may as well be a myth.

As you walked into the kitchen, you heard a cheerful shout from your sister.

“Happy birthday!”

“Oh, it’s that day again, huh?” You joked before giving her a hug.

“Of course it is!” She started to run to the fridge, pulling out a small cake and plopping a candle on top. You couldn’t help but laugh at the lengths your sister went to make your birthday special, even if she knew that it wasn’t your favorite day of the year.

“I really appreciate the gesture, but I am not eating cake at 8 in the morning.”

“Oh, c’mon! It’s guava flavored. Your favorite!” For a slight second, you were tempted to give in and eat a slice. You couldn’t resist anything guava flavored.

“Alright, fine. But I am not blowing candles or making wishes.”

“What?” Your sister looked like she was about to cry. Was it her birthday or something? “You will have bad luck if you don’t make a wish.”

“Eh, who cares? I haven’t had any luck with a soulmate so what else do I have to lose?” You walked past her to brew a cup of coffee and she followed you like a newborn duckling.

“I care! I know you feel defeated about not finding your soulmate but I know they are out there. I love you so I want you to be happy. And that starts with enjoying this cake with me. With the candles and singing and wishes!” You admired your sister’s persistence. She may have been younger than you but she fought like hell for you. Maybe you could do without a soulmate, as long as your sister continued to stick around and tolerate your pessimism.

“I love you too, little sis. Thank you for the cake. For everything, actually.” You pressed your forehead against hers. “Now light this bitch up, and try to sing on key.”

The end of your birthday was approaching and so far, it wasn’t too bad. You, your sister, and a couple of your friends went out for dinner and drinks with a balcony view of the sun setting over the beach. The alcohol in your system caused you to fully relax as your gaze followed the orange orb descend in the purplish yellow sky. You had just gulped the last day of your champagne as a crowd of employees marched towards your table with not one, but two chocolate cakes littered with sprinkles.

You glanced over at your party, confused upon seeing the second plate of dessert. They all shrugged before pulling out their phones to record you. One server finally placed a slice of cake in front of you, and you flashed them a thankful smile. Then, you followed the other piece of cake to the next table. The same server set down the plate in front of a man so ethereal, you could have mistaken him for Prince Charming.

That man glanced at you, catching your gaze as the candles on your cakes flickered under your smiles toward each other. Time stopped and the rest of the world ceased to exist as everyone around the two of you sang “Happy Birthday.” You couldn’t tell if it was his enchanting stare or the fizzling drink you downed, but your cheeks warmed up and butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. Everything about this man was mesmerizing, from his sculpted bone structure in his face to his fluffy dark curls, and then the radiant energy that he exerted as the gentlemen across from him sang drunkenly. You wanted to know his name, his story, and his hopes and dreams.

Amongst your trance with him, you discovered his name was Joaquin since his buddies shouted it louder than your equally drunk friends and sister did with your own name. Joaquin wasn’t a common name, but that was what drew you even more to him. Joaquin was full of wonder. You may not have known then and there, but Joaquin was just as enamored and curious about you.

“C’mon, make a wish!” One of your friends yelped behind her phone. Your eyes shut and a hopeful grin spread across your face. For the first time, you had a different wish.

I wish for Joaquin.

Opening your eyes, you blew out the flame and the sounds of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere. Peering back at Joaquin, your eyes met once again, lingering a little longer than before. His teeth glimmered under the last bit of sunlight that peeked from behind the horizon. The sun finally disappeared, but then the moon and stars took their place in illuminating Joaquin’s beauty for you to admire.

“Hey, why don’t you stop gawking over that guy and go say ‘happy birthday’ back.” Your sister laughed. Your lips curled inward as if you had been caught with your hand in a jar of candy. Suddenly, you grew nervous at the thought of approaching him. This man could be the soulmate you have yearned for your whole life. But what if he wasn’t what you expected?

You wouldn’t know unless you tried. And so you did.

The chair shifted under you as you stood up to walk towards Joaquin. Before you knew it, he was doing the same exact thing. Walking toward one another felt like your hearts were being pulled by a string that connected you two. By the time you were only feet from one another, you had wished you had some champagne to chug before leaving your seat. But once you locked eyes with Joaquin, all those years of disappointment and defeat vanished. Hope, love, and happiness began to fill that hole in your heart.

“So…” You began. “It’s your birthday too?”

“Yeah, it’s actually my 24th to be exact,” Joaquin responded, combing his hand through his brown locks.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Same here.”

Joaquin beamed. “I figured. Who would have thought that it would take me 24 years to finally feel truly alive?”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to tear up. No witty comeback could top his, and deep down, he knew that. It was hard to believe that you had finally found your soulmate. All that was certain of you was that you did not want this moment to end.

“Well, I’m not much of a cake person, but I do like long walks on the beach.” You laughed at his corny comment. “Wanna get out of here in a few?”

You nodded without hesitation. Joaquin took your hand in his, symbolizing the beginning of a beautiful life of many birthdays and growing older with your soulmate.

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Petty

Summary: Y/N is trying to prepare for her tests in the army, Joaquin offers to help her out but she has trouble focusing when a certain chaotic duo comes to the base. Without thinking, she takes things a little too far…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: mild language, Post-FATWS

Word count: 4.4K

Y/N struggled to weave through the crowd of scrambling cadets, getting thrown about in the mass of chaos.

She did not have time for this shit.

She sighed as another elbow blocked her path, popping her head above the crowd to look for Joaquin.

He had told her that he would be there after his briefing, promising that he would help with her exam practice questions.

Though she knew Joaquin would keep his promise; she worried. With all this -- whatever the hell it was -- going on, she doubted that she’d get enough peace and quiet to focus.

She didn’t have time for base drama; she needed to pass this or else she’d never make it into the SWORD program.

She refused to have her dream crushed by rambunctious wannabe soldiers; she was buckling down and passing this test. She would make sure of that.

Suddenly, a tuft of dark hair appeared over the heads of her fellow cadets.

Recognizing him anywhere; she prepared herself for shoving her way through.

“Excuse--sorry, excuse me--hey watch it! Excuse me, yep, right here--sorry.”

Hearing her voice, Joaquin turned and smiled.

He caught her as she stumbled in front of him, finally vacating the mass of people.

“Kind of a bad idea asking to meet me on base, don’t you think?” Joaquin joked.

She grumbled as she reached back to tighten her bun.

“I didn’t realize it would be a problem.” She said, looking back at the crowd. “What’s everyone freaking out about anyways?”

Joaquin smirked. Of course she wouldn’t remember. The girl had a one-track mind; with the stress of the written, nothing else was on her radar. Not even those two.

“We’ve got some A-listers on the base. People are hoping to get a glimpse.” He teased, being intentionally vague.

She scoffed at the idea of needing an autograph over an A.

“We have our written tomorrow; they’re wasting their time.” She thought aloud.

Placing a hand on her back, he ushered her through the jungle of recruits. “Don’t be snobby; people’s idols are here. I’d probably be doing the same thing back in my day”

“Back in your day?” She repeated, followed by a genuine laugh. “You’re only a few years older than me. Besides, I'm not being snobby; I’m being practical.”

Joaquin laughed loudly at her, but immediately stopped once he saw her face change.

“This is the rest of my life Joaquin. Take it seriously.”

His lip pulled at the bitter taste of regret on his tongue. He knew how much this meant to her. Years ago, during the disastrous effects of the blip, the program had encouraged upper year recruits to take newcomers under their wing. It was like a big brother program: and he had the fortune of being assigned to Y/N.

From the first day he met her, he knew she was different from the rest.

Yes, everyone wanted to be there. But there was something different in her ideology; she needed to be here. She studied harder than anyone he had ever met, she pushed herself well past her limits in physical training, she’d dedicated more time to this journey than anything else she had in her life.

To Y/N, this wasn’t a joking matter.

“Hey, I was just bugging you. I’m sorry—I’ll help you out.”

Her shoulders relaxed as she tried to calm herself, pushing through the double doors of the building and out into the quad. She held open the door for him, looking out at the recruits running the track.

A few of them had stopped to look out at something--or someone--out on the field, while other runners passed them by.

Y/N shook her head again; she was glad there were at least a few others still focused on training.

She wasn’t worried about her physical; in fact some of her superiors had gone out of their way to assure her that her physical definitely wasn’t an issue, which was most certainly bias reassurance on their parts and maybe somewhat not allowed.

But watching them made her anxious; she could multitask.. right?

“Quiz me while I do my fitness run through.” She demanded.

Joaquin sighed, “Seriously Y/N? Don’t push it. Besides, Lieutenant Johnson said your physical--”

He was cut off by the waving of her hands.

“You shush! I can handle some sit ups while you run questions past me. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again, Torres.”

He tried to argue, but she was already halfway across the track before his first word came out.

He spared a glance in their direction, recognizing the two from a distance.

He’d know that pair anywhere.

Anyone would.

He was just surprised that she hadn’t.

~

The targets were set up at a distance; all recruits were told to leave the west half of the field empty so there were no injuries, and minimal interference with the soldiers' training.

They would be giving a seminar on counter-terroirsm efforts when their other activities were completed; the base being reassured they would get a chance to meet the heroes at some point. Just not now.

Thank god, Sam thought.

Bucky had been in a mood the whole trip.

Things had lightened up with Barnes; their comradery came easier, he felt comfortable in Sam’s community. Things felt good again. This world had started to feel like home again.

But, everyone had their own form of baby steps.

Bucky was a good man, a good friend, but damn was he unapproachable.

If they were going to try to motivate this next generation of soldiers; Bucky needed to fix that.

Which he’d been lectured on over, and over, and over again.

Now he’d gone sour; his mind looping once again with self-doubt and frustration.

Then Sam started teasing him about getting laid.

Now Bucky felt like he was on the brink of a social meltdown.

“I’m just saying--” Sam quickly whipped the shield at the target.

The momentum pulled him back a little, but Bucky caught the ricochet with ease.

He studied his stance as his jaw set, tired of Wilson’s pestering.

“--you could be a little bit more nice to people. Friendly even! Leah was nice; and you mucked that up.”

Bucky’s mouth twitched with contempt, before he threw the shield back at the target.

The shield hit the bag at an angle, overshooting his second intended mark.

With a loud metallic echo, the shield tumbled into the grass and rolled back in front of them.

Sam raised a brow, “You’re off balance. How is that arm still weighing you down?”

“I’m not off balanced; I can’t focus because you won’t shut UP--”

~

“31..”

Clang

“...32...”

Clang

“...33--”

Clang

“Goddamnit.”

She sat up, Joaquin still holding onto her knees to support her as she looked out to the other side of the field.

“Do they really have to do that out here? We have a perfect target range inside for that.”

Joaquin suppressed a smile, “You really think our range can handle that thing?”

Her brow furrowed as she looked back at him, “What?”

Before he could answer, another loud crash of the shield interrupted him.

Y/N’s teeth grit together as she raised her hands, curling them into fists and cursing the Gods above.

“What the hell are they even throwing around?”

Joaquin’s jaw went slack at her obliviousness, “You seriously don’t know?”

“Should I?” She countered.

“Uh--yeah... that’s a piece of history right there.”

She looked at him in disbelief, “It’s a frisbee, Joaquin.”

“Oh my god. Next question.”

She was a dumbass. A smart dumbass, but a dumbass nonetheless. If she didn’t recognize them or their frisbee from fifty feet away then she was hopeless.

“Alright; explain your protocol for—“

With another throw, and a sudden clang, the two soldiers started yelling.

Joaquin could see the rage in her eyes as she moved to stand; “If they don’t stop I’m gonna say something.”

“Y/N, please don’t—”

He quickly pulled her back down, “Look, what they’re doing is really important. They’re a big deal, you can’t just--

“You know those guys?”

Joaquin bit the inside of his cheek; he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about his association with the past mission. Not until the paperwork was finalized and it became public knowledge.

“Well, yes but I can’t bring attention to them or engage them. They’re a pretty big deal.” He assured.

“Whatever, you’re just trying to act all cool.” She leaned back against the grass, as Joaquin put his hands back on her knees.

“You really don’t know who they are?” He asked

“Ugh—just tell me Torres.” She said, sitting up in a huff.

“I can’t! I have to be low-key about it.”

She spoke through her situps; “The fuck—is that—supposed to mean?”

Joaquin started to ask another question; but somehow the two soldiers’ yelling got louder.

Furious, Y/N sat up and turned, before he could stop her, she was yelling in their direction. “Excuse me! Do you mind keeping it down?”

It was obvious they didn’t hear her as the two stepped towards one another, the argument increasing in intensity.

At this point, all the surrounding recruits' attention was on the two.

Their banter was infamous of course; but none of them had witnessed it, or them in person.

None of them dared to break this up; that was a death wish.

She scowled in their direction before turning back to Joaquin, “Next question--”

CLANG

Y/N saw red.

“Alright. That’s it—”

She was up before he could stop her.

“Y/N! Don’t!”

But it was too late.

“Excuse me? Excuse me!”

Walking toward them; she didn’t realize how many people were staring. A few people had pointed out her trek towards them, a couple pulling out their phones.

Oh this was gonna be good.

With each step, she kept asking them to quiet down.

She had no idea that she was berating commanding officers.

In fact, she had no idea just how stupid of an idea this was.

They just kept screaming, and screaming, and screaming--

“HEY!”

They hadn’t noticed her until she was in front of them. Jaw locked in annoyance and shoulders squared; looking like she was ready to raise hell.

“KNOCK IT OFF! You two need to shut the FUCK up. I’m TRYING to STUDY.”

The two whipped around; finally noticing the gazes of the recruits around the track.

Not sure how a super soldier could’ve missed that but...

“We’re sorry, we didn’t hear--” Sam was cut off.

“I’m well aware of that. How could you when you’re fighting like children at a well-respected government facility?” She scolded, her voice raising with each point she made.

Bucky tried to reign in his temper; after his previous interactions with John Walker and Lemar Hoskins, his attitude towards new recruits of the US Army and SWORD was... negative, to say the least. The next generation of soldiers did not have Bucky’s approval; he didn’t feel that had the heart that he and his boys once had, and were following in the footsteps of something they didn’t truly understand. What Steve, and the shield, represented was more than fighting for your country. It was fighting for what’s right, battling injustice, the respect you had to have and the protection you needed to provide was at an international scale now at minimum, in fact it went across all space and time it seemed. He didn’t need some naive recruit giving him the business right now, no sir.

Bucky turned to face her, “Pardon me Miss, but I think you’re out of line.”

Her brows shot up; “Excuse me? I’m out of line? You two are the ones coming onto SWORD property; during our exam season, to show off what very little skill you have, for what?”

The two shared a look; who was this girl?

“Little skill?” Bucky repeated.

She smiled coldly, “I see we’re still having trouble hearing me.”

Something caught her eye, a glare from the man’s hand as it reflected the sunlight.

He neared her, and Sam made no motion to stop him.

“You are talking to two highly decorated war veterans, and superior officers, if I’m judging correctly.”

Bucky couldn’t stand obnoxious recruits; he’d had enough of the High and Mighty with John Walker, he didn’t need it from GI Jane.

As he stood in front of her, eyes set on her face; she refused to look away.

“Stand down, soldier.” He commanded, “You’re out ranked, and embarrassing yourself.”

He felt the anger rapidly bubbling up inside him; this had gone on long enough. The exchange of their hateful stares seemed to last an eternity, neither refused to break first. From his point of view; some hot shot hero wannabe was blatantly disrespecting their practice time, and on a broader scale, affecting them from doing their job. On her end; it was the same thing. Some veterans were dismissing how hard she was working to be here, and thwarting the efforts of her future career. It was a small moment in time; a stupid altercation that, from the outside, should have meant nothing. But internally, to each of them, it meant everything.

She scoffed, taking him aback.

He watched as she simply pulled her hands behind her back, squaring her shoulders in opposition to his frame. He could see the strength in her figure, you could sense the pride she exuded while she faced him. She had no intention of standing down.

“Embarrassing myself? You’re the “decorated war veteran” that hasn’t successfully executed a single hit while he’s been here; even with being genetically enhanced.” She stated.

Sam should’ve jumped in. Bucky and Sam had been allowed in the space for a boost of morale in staff and recruits, and to train with their new found weaponry. In exchange; they had to be respectful and encouraging of the people around them. This was way too big a scene for either party; certainly going to evoke damages of reputation on both ends.

However...

Sam was enjoying this.

Bucky hadn’t been actively social with any of the people here; they had been drawing attention, they certainly had not been boosting morale.

If this young woman wanted to set them in their place; Sam wasn’t going to argue with that.

Besides, Barnes needed to get his blood pumping and his head straight.

Clearly, she was achieving that.

“You’ve been throwing around this stupid fucking thing for almost an hour. You haven’t improved shit for your posture, your aim is still off by like—”

Seeing the silver underside of the frisbee on the ground, she reached for its leather straps.

Without thinking, Y/N grabbed it, whipping it with fury.

The group of students gasped at the action; the two men didn’t move fast enough to stop her.

Joaquin put his head in his hands.

He was going to be in so much shit for this.

Y/N followed through with her throw; sending the frisbee to one target, and with a perfect ricochet it stuck into the wooden pallet, wedging itself in a perfect bullseye.

“Holy shit,” a recruit whispered, turning to his friend, “did you see that?”

The friend shook her head, “What the fuck was that?”

Y/N whipped back to the man in front of her, poking a finger into his chest.

He could feel her hot breath on his neck, her eyes sharp and dark as she peered up at him.

“If you out-rank me, fine. At least have something to show for it if you’re going to ruin my chance at furthering my career.”

He said nothing, staring down at her.

He pulled his attention back to the target. How the hell did she do that?

Shaking her head, she walked towards the splintered wood. Standing in front of it; she looked out into the quad, seeing that she had the entire base’s eyes on her. She pulled the disc away from the target board, her hands sliding into the straps.

“Here, take your toy back.”

But as she turned back to them, they made no motion to speak.

She looked down at the weapon in her hands; only then realizing just what she was holding.

They were silent as they looked at the shield; its colors and glorious star facing them.

That wasn’t a frisbee.

It was Captain America’s shield.

The connection zipped through her brain like lightning.

Oh god.

The man looking at her was Sam Wilson, meaning she had just bitched out Captain America.

Also meaning that the man in front of her was none other than Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier.

Her career was definitely over.

“Oh fuck me.” She whispered, her face paling.

Snapping out of his stupor; Bucky quickly responded.

“Yeah, exactly. So give it back—“

He reached for it, before Y/N pulled it from his grasp.

Well, she thought. If I’m going down, I’m going down swingin’.

“No. This is mine until my exam is over. I pass, I’ll give it back. I don’t, then I’m kicking your ass with it.”

Wilson spoke up then, “Hey, hey watch it.”

“You watch it—both of you are army men. You know how much these tests mean for our future, and you’ve been messing that up for me--and for everyone--”

She gestured out to the crowd of people watching them.

“They’ve been focused on you two all day; you two must’ve known that would happen. This isn’t good for us right now. Fuck, I--”

Now she was rambling, god she felt like an idiot. Why couldn’t she just keep her head?

Something in her voice caught Bucky.

He couldn’t pick it out exactly; but the way she carried herself, the hot headed stubbornness, and serious drive. The vouching on everyone's behalf…

It reminded him of a strong woman he once knew; leading a pack that didn’t know how to be led.

For a second, he almost sympathized with her.

Almost.

She reeled herself in, exuding her previous composure. “I get you two are Avengers and you’re the good guys, but right now you’re pissing me off.”

This was ridiculous.

Bucky laughed dryly at the resistance; “Give it back.”

He grabbed it again, and she glared at his metal hand. She was done being bullied by this man; hero or not, he had fucked up her day exponentially.

“Hands. Off.”

Pulling the shield back to her chest, she pressed the rounded side flat against his stomach. Ducking, she used his weight and momentum against him.

The outside recruits watched in shock as she lifted The Winter Soldier, flipping him over the shield and throwing him to the ground.

It happened so fast, neither of the men had time to react.

Joaquin had to stop himself from throwing up, the adrenaline rushing through him was overwhelming.

He considered running over, but the damage was done. Any interference at this point would probably make things worse.

Y/N just chucked a super soldier into the dirt.

The hell was he gonna do about it?

Bucky groaned as he landed on his back, head smacking against the ground. It hadn’t been hard enough to hurt him; not much did. But the shock of the situation kept him floored.

“Alright you two,” Sam said. Bucky could hear the stall of laughter in his voice, “I think that’s enough.”

With shield still in hand, Y/N tried to stop herself from shaking. The anger was subsiding, but still prominent.

She was surprised that none of her superiors had jumped in to break up the fight; but as she looked out to the crowd of people she realized it was all recruits. Part of her felt relieved, another part felt sick to her stomach.

“Tomorrow;” she huffed, “you meet me here after 10 p.m. Then you get your shield.”

She stormed across the field, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

Feigning confidence was her best action plan, even though she was mortified by her previous actions.

With the situation dawning on her; she grasped for Joaquin and urged him to follow.

“What the fuck did you just do?” He whispered.

“I don’t know. I’m panicking now, so move your ass before I have a heart attack.”

Sam watched as the two figures weaved through the crowd, finding himself even more pleased when realizing it was Joaquin walking away with this mystery girl.

“Sam, a little help here?”

Remembering the old timer in the dirt, Sam reached down to pull him up.

“We better hope she passes,” he laughed, “otherwise you’ll never get that shield back.”

~

Luckily for everyone, she did pass.

Now, standing out in the empty field, a new dread came over her.

The night sky encompassed the campus in a soothing darkness. It did nothing to calm her nerves, but the idea that she would be alone helped her some.

The exam was easy; she had no doubt that she had passed. Making her feel all the more guilty. Word had spread like wildfire here; and it wouldn’t be long before she was reprimanded for what she had done.

She would be lucky if she wasn’t kicked off the base within the next 24 hours. The impending scolding by The Winter Soldier was horrifying enough.

She would apologize profusely, offer anything she could to make up for it, then hopefully get through this ordeal by the skin of her teeth.

Looking down to the shield, she couldn’t help but admire it, feeling its powerful weight in her hands. Curious to see if she could replicate her earlier throw in the day, she tossed it again. Not noticing the man standing directly in her way.

Bucky caught it with ease, and she almost screamed at the sight of him.

“Oh god—I’m sorry.”

Bringing it to his side, he continued to stare at her.

“Sorry? I’m surprised to hear that.”

She looked to the ground, her face growing hot.

“Yeah... about that—I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that; I was out of line—”

“No.” His voice was stern, but soft.

“I was out of line. I showed no respect to a fellow soldier... you were upset. You told us to stop. We practically laughed in your face.”

She wanted to believe him, but she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that this was all a plot that would result in her getting fired.

“You’re not just saying that to get the shield back, are you?”

He chuckled, “No. The shield’s important, but the man behind that—what he represented meant more.”

His face fell for a moment, and when the silence drew on too long Y/N cleared her throat.

He shook himself from his thoughts, “My point is, yes I’d like it back. But if having it back meant manipulating you, the man that it used to belong to would be very disappointed in me.”

He could hear Steve’s voice now, chiding him for being such an ass to a lady. Let alone a fellow soldier.

“He was a hero, and from what I hear, a good man…” She picked at her fingernails, not meeting his eye, “You all are.”

Bucky smiled, “Well now you’re just faking nice.”

“Hey!” She exclaimed.

He laughed again, but stopped when he saw her fidgeting. Poor thing was probably a nervous wreck.

“I’m not sure if this helps but… we pulled your lieutenant aside. They agreed to let bygones be bygones, you won’t get punished for anything.”

A sigh of relief escaped her, shoulders falling as she finally looked at him.

“Thank you, god, thank you. How’d you manage that?”

He chuckled, “Wrote it off as a “training exercise” for a recruit of exemplary excellence.”

She laughed with him this time; and Bucky was surprised at how much he liked the sound of it.

“Thank you,” she repeated, “seriously thank you--I was, I was an idiot…”

Bucky shook his head, there was no need for her to explain herself. He was a grown man, he should have behaved as such.

“Sam wanted me to tell you he was sorry too; we shouldn’t have got so butt hurt about it. Could’ve gone way smoother.”

“I didn’t help,” she added, “I was crazy stressed and I took it out on you guys. Again, I’m sorry.”

“You can stop saying that. You pass at least?”

She couldn’t find her words right away, shocked by his interest.

“Yeah, I think so. My physical went well, so that certainly helps.”

He nodded, looking her over. “I don’t doubt that.”

Her head tilted, “Pardon?”

A blush covered his cheeks, “I mean, no. Not like that. Just—you look good. Or—you seem to be in good shape. And you, well you even threw me down. And the shield too! I-Uh—“

She laughed again and Bucky had to stop himself from swooning.

She looked across the field, not knowing what to say.

She certainly wasn’t opposed to his company, but it was lost on her as to why he lingered.

“How did you do that, by the way?” He asked.

“Do what?”

He tapped the Shield, the metallic ring reverberating in the night air.

“Threw this. First try. And me—also first try.”

She shrugged, she honestly didn’t know herself.

“I’m very observant... visuals certainly help.”

He gestured out at the empty field. “Give me a visual then.”

She turned to look over her shoulder, was there really no one around?

“It’s getting kind of late—“

“—Oh, I’m sorry.” Embarrassed, he thought of an excuse for her. “You probably have studying and—and stuff.”

“No, no. That’s not what I meant. I just mean… I don’t want to keep you long.”

He shrugged, “I don’t mind.”

She bit the inside of her lip, gathering that this extra time together was more than just a simple demonstration. “Okay, good.”

She smiled mischievously, snagging the shield from his hands.

“Cuz you’re gonna need all the time you can get—clearly an amateur.”

“I’m an amateur?” He followed eagerly, “I’m 106 years old with decades of experience. You’re like, 18 and barely a Private.”

“Oh that’s it, you’re on sergeant.”

~

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Catch My Drift 🏁 chapter 1

Street racer!bakugo x Street racer!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cursing, douche bakugo, slight misogyny, alcohol consumption, drug use, illegal activities etc

Kanjozoku; The term Kanjozoku is derived from the combination of the words “kanjo” (meaning ring) and “zoku” (meaning group).

Kanjozoku primarily consists of young car enthusiasts in cities like Osaka and Tokyo who have a passion for speed and a desire to showcase their driving skills.

Osaka was the place to be. Not where tourists go to take pictures and try japanese cuisine, maybe pick up a few souvenirs from the large amount of little gift shops that littered the streets but where a community of young adults with the passion for racing congregate. The night was still young, the sounds of tires screeching against the cold pavement and engines roaring was heard over the heavy base of 2000s club music. Girls dressed in scandalous outfits mingling with the guys posted up next to their pimped out rides. You could practically feel the vibrations of the noise in your head.

Three cars lined up with the drivers sitting on the hoods of their prized possession. A bright orange 1993 Mazda RX-7 FD on the far left. The car’s color was comparable to an orange or maybe even the warm sunsets that would settle over japan. The next car over was a 1993 Toyota Supra Turbo Mark IV. The bright colorful lights that surrounded the meet reflected beautifully off the cars mustard yellow chrome. The third and final car was a looker. Silver 1999 Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 with royal blue detailing along the sides and on the hood. A royal blue flexivity rear wing with matching led lights underneath the body.

It was Bakugo’s baby. Spent years modifying and perfecting it. He was a skilled driver sure but having a car like his? Most would be intimidated to challenge him. “Yo Mina, let’s get this race going!” the orange mazda driver shouted. it was hard to find anyone in this crowd but said woman emerged from the sidelines with a confused look on her face. “Woah woah, wait a second.” She looked around the lot, once overing the lined up vehicles. “where’s your fourth at? i’m counting only three.” mina crossed her arms, unimpressed. the yellow toyota driver spoke up first “it was supposed to be joaquin but he caught the grave yard shift man.”

once you were scheduled to race it was a hassle to find new drivers, the time and place was set in stone. it wasnt that often when scheduled racers were a no show but then again many get caught racing outside of meets or their car needed more time to be repaired. It was a waste of mina’s time. she was the flag girl, not their fucking coordinator. “Na, y’all either find a fourth or you don’t race. How’s that sound? Times ticking boys.”

By standers erupted in shouts of anger and disappointment. they wanted to see a race, most of them drove well over an hour to be here! gas wasn’t cheap and neither was Minas time. Hearing the crowds complaining mina sighed and pitched them an idea. “Alright! i hear you guys, relax. How about this, why don’t i find y’all a driver and we settle this now?” bakugo smirked, nodding in agreement. he never said much but he also never needed to. his aura spoke volumes. “bring ‘em on.” he wasn’t nervous, he knew his talents and was confident. resting the palms of his hands on the hood of his car, he tilted his head towards the other racers, waiting to see hear their answers. “Anyone i want?” mina questioned with a grin that would give the cheshire cat a run for his money. “anybody baby!” orange jululis shouted, raising his arms to the side. cocky bastard. mina rolled her eyes and turned away from the drivers, pulling out her phone from her bra. there was a whole list of people she could call but there was only one person she knew who could end this race quickly.

she could hear the static from the other end of the phone. “y/n, you wanna race tonight?” it was quite for a moment before you spoke in to the speaker “i’m always down, send me your lo.” your voice was smooth like silk but sultry like a vixen. it sounded like you’ve been up for a while so mina didn’t feel bad for calling you so late. she knew you came alive in the night anyway. your energetic friend squealed before gathering herself together. “you got 5 minutes hun!” and then the line went dead.

it never took much convincing to get you out. when mina called you it was 12:15 am, meaning you only had exactly 5 minutes to get there. the meet lot was about 20 minutes out. you arrived there in 4, only a minute left to spare. the sound of you engine had heads turning (a certain blonde as well) as you slowly pulled through the crowd, careful not to hit party-goers. the hot pink body of your 2000 Honda S2000 was hard to miss. everyone knew who was inside and that fact alone made them scream louder. you never really cared too much though, it wasn’t like you had vocals like mariah carey. you didn’t have the ability to move like michael jackson. you were just a damn good racer and that was enough for them apparently.

all three racers turned their heads in the direction of the obnoxiously loud honda, tensing up at the sight. well, all except for one of course. bakugo had no idea why everyone was so fucking hyped. who was that? and why’s everyone acting like they’ve never seen a pink car?? “Racers!” mina yelled excitedly “here’s your fourth!”. your black stiletto boots were the first thing he saw exit the car. then it was a black leather hat. he glanced over at the others to study their reactions and they all had excitement swirling in their eyes. maybe even a hint of nervousness? bakugo didn’t have time to be sure because before he knew it, you were leaning back against the hood of your car crossing one leg over the other. “oh shit, it’s y/n.” you weren’t new to this, you were true to this. the air was crisp and cold, you probably should’ve brought a jacket because this top (if it could even be considered one) with this miniskirt wasn’t doing you no type of favors.

from the corner of your eye you could see a blonde headed man with spikey hair almost looking annoyed as he walked over to mina who was standing in the middle of the road. “no offense but i’m not racing a damn girl. you never said it would be a girl.” you rolled your eyes, who the hell does he think he is? a race is a race. why did it matter who was behind the wheel? you best friend looks beyond over this shit, she’s been annoyed her this whole night and she’s about to lose her patience. “you said anyone i wanted, i wanted her! stand next to your car before nobody races.”

“you scared spikes?” he turned his head to the side, watching you push yourself off the car and strut to the middle where he and mina stood. he sized you up, shamelessly checking you out. “what the hell did you jus call me?” he wasn’t scared. why would bakugo be scared of some princess nobody? “can you even drive with those heels on?” your outfit was impractical he thought. a miniskirt that just barely covered the expanse of your ass (not that he really minded) and what looks like a triangle bikini top. if you were to bend over then— no. now’s not the time to thirst over you. even if he did think you were hot.

“i’m just askin.. why wouldn’t you wanna race me if you weren’t scared?” you’ve dealt with his type before, cocky, thinks they’re better than everyone and so on. he’s got sharp red eyes with a piercing gaze. you let your eyes trail away from his face down to the hardened muscles on his chest. clearly well built and his black tshirt was doing nothing to hide it. “man whatever,” your eyes moved back to his hearing the sound of his voice. “i’m not doin this, find somebody else.” he wasn’t scared, he just felt that he could be using this time to race against someone on his level. why’s it that the egotistical men somehow always find you? you would’ve just let him go but you hated the feeling of being looked down on. he’s no better than you, he doesn’t even know what you have to offer. do you did what you do best, you uped the ante.

“15 grand.” you raised your voice a bit. silence fell over the crowd. “i’ll give you 15 grand if you agree to race tonight and win, that applies to the other racers too” you say to the other two drivers still next to their cars. that made him stop dead in his tracks. were you insane? you’re acting like that’s pocket money. fuck, he doesn’t know if he should do it. he didn’t need the money, but his sister did. he tries to help his mother out the best he can, this would cover at least two months worth of bills. gritting his teeth he turns around starting directly at you “don’t start to regret this when you lose ma.” got ‘em, you thought with shit eating smirk.

you walked past him, shoulder checking the man who’s name you still don’t know. he looked at you, staring at your ass as your skirt rode up with every step you took. you must’ve felt bakugo’s stare because your hands grab them hem of the denim and pull it down, throwing him a flirty smile over your shoulder. the tips of his ears turn a shade of pink. he quickly looks to the side, licking his lips attempting to play it off as if the whole meet did see the interaction. all the racers start getting into there respective cars, starting them up. mina struts to the middle of the street once again only this time with a checkered flag. her brown skin was glowing, the lights reflecting off the body glitter she wore.

“Racers!”

mina exudes confidence. you hand your left hand on the wheel, the other hand tightly gripping on to the gear shift. foot tapping on the gas a bit. you were high off adrenaline, you lived for moments like these.

“Start your engines..”

bakugo couldn’t help but stare at you. the look in your eyes. ‘s like you got off on this, the wicked smile on your lips doing nothing to make him think otherwise. he wasn’t fazed though, he had this in the bag. maybe even after he wins he could take you out but that was something he’d ask later, he needs to focus. the flag drops.

“GO!”.

and you were gone.

𝐀/𝐍!!: okay why was this way harder than i thought? 😭 please bare with me ik im not that advanced in writing. i also don’t know a lot about cars but i research by chapter. lmk how u like it so far and i promise to produce better work as time goes on!

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hey babe, I'll make this oneshot request to you cause I know you can make this wait better than I'm sending you ❤️

Joaquín has a crush in reader and Sam always teasing him about it till one day he kinda get over Joaquín not doing anything and while they both walk pass reader in a hall Sam goes like "hey, Joaquín has a crush on you" Joaquín brushes and says "hola cómo estás" waving reader answers "mejor ahora que te veo" and it goes however you like from now on lol

@onlyhereforthefics ... I could not thank you enough for this request I have tried to make it a cute fluff with a hint of angst that Joaquin and the reader deserves! plus, Sam Wilson is the best matchmaker, who are we lying?!??! hope you like it :)

Hola cómo estás

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Avenger!Reader (Ft. Wingman Sam Wilson)

Premise - When Sam Wilson gets tired of watching Joaquin dance around his feelings for Y/N, he steps in, saving the day.

Avengers Compound

Sam took a deep breath as he looked over at the scene.

Her hair fell on her face for the second time. As she wrote the report, she tucked her hair behind her ear, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and her notes and pens lay strewn across the table. And Joaquin stood in the hallway, gazing at her.

It has been four months of longing gazes, crashing into walls of the friend zone (that was virtually nonexistent at this point), sleepless nights, and hand-holding between you and Joaquin. And neither of you did anything about it.

Sam was getting frustrated. Because inevitably he was caught between the two of you.

"What are you doing?" he asks as he approaches him. Joaquin looks towards him and stands straight, “nothing, just… on my way to the lab.”

“The lab, what for?" he asked, knowing full well he was lying. “Uh… to meet… Yelena,” he said, brow furrowing because he himself couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You want to meet Yelena. In the lab,” Sam asks with a straight face. “Yes.” “Just admit you were staring at Y/N” “No.”

“Hey, guys. What’s going on?” her voice traveled through the room as both of them turned towards her.

She was looking at the pair from her seat with a smile on her face. Joaquin couldn’t help but smile himself. Her smile was the most infectious thing ever, no one could escape it.

“Just catching up,” Sam places his arm around Joaquin’s shoulders, “talking about how we haven’t had a Movie Night since that dog movie.”

She and Joaquin both groan remembering the team’s reaction after watching “A Dog’s Purpose”. Everyone was bawling their eyes out by the end and Tony had put a ban on Movie Nights since then.

“Yeah that was a disaster," she grimaced. “Tell you what,” she playfully slaps Joaquin’s arm, “I was on my way to Tony’s lab, so I’ll convince him for a movie night if and only if we watch Clueless.” “What-” "Clueless." She stared at Sam, who was about to protest. “Okay. Fine.” he huffs out. “C’mon Sammy, I know you secretly love it.” she laughed and returned to collect her things.

Sam looks toward Joaquin to see him giving her the same dreamy look as before. He just knew the slap on Joaquin's shoulder by her was not as playful as it seemed.

And that was his final straw.

As she walked through the hallways towards the elevator, he shouted, “oh, and Y/N,” She turned, “yeah?”

“Joaquin has a crush on you.” He smiles and goes away.

Joaquin broke out of his trance hearing what he just said, “What?” He turned to look at Sam but he was already absent. “No, what?” he let out a nervous laugh looking at her and then behind him, "no, I- I don’t” “You don’t like me?” she says. “No, No I do. Everyone likes you. I- Sam-” he gives up and laces his fingers through his hair. She smiled at her shoes, desperately trying to hide a smile.

"Hola Y/N cómo estás" he shyly smirks.  <hi Y/N how are you?>

"mejor ahora que te veo" she says, smirking at him mischievously.  <better now that I see you>

That startled him. “Wh- what?”

"I'll save you a seat during the movie, okay?" she bites her lip mischievously and goes inside the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he punched the air and laughed.

Looking over, Sam smiles at the scene, glad he won't be subjected to all the puppy love anymore.

He didn't know it was going to get worse once Y/N and Joaquin started dating.

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A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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Hidden In The Shadows Pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is awoken with fear and feels the shadows of anxiety constantly creeping up on her. Trying to find out more about this town some boundaries are crossed, and some weird things are done….keep reading to find out more📞

Warnings⚠️: Paranoid reader, weirdo locals, talks of cult and rituals andddd that’s about it???😏

Song for imagine: I Walk The Line: Joaquin Phoenix

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I keep my eyes wide open all the time

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds

Because you’re mine

I walk the line

Right

Left

Right

Left, no right….

Right again?

Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost?

It’s so fucking dark, just pay attention

One more left and then I should be

BANG

I jumped up immediately confused, I was blinded by the bright light of the sun and the loud bang of a shotgun?

I opened my eyes fully and felt so confused, I squinted as I looked in front of me

“Matt?” I asked shielding my eyes from the sun

“Don’t worry now darlin they’re coming for us” he said offering me his hand

It was only then that I finally realized my surroundings. I was deep in a corn field, not just deep; but at the core where they usually have the scarecrows. It was such an eerie sight!

Frantically I looked around at my surroundings, I was laying on the ground in my pajamas from the night before.

“What? How did I get here? I’m so confused” I said rubbing my head and looking around

“It’s okay sweetheart, listen sleepwalking is normal” Matt said looking down at me

“I don’t sleep walk” I stated shaking my head rapidly

“You’re in a new surrounding and your body just isn’t used to it, I think you tried to leave but you were still asleep” he said lending his hand out to me

“No you don’t understand, I don’t do that…. I mean how did you even find me?” I asked him after grabbing his hand to lift myself up

“Well you see I went to round up Bertha this mornin’ and I saw your front door open, cept’ you wasn’t round. I called out your name, but nothing. But then I noticed footprints in the dirt down yonder by your driveway. They lead to the cornfield and I yelled your name again, but still nuffin. I rounded up my boys and told them I was going in and I'd shoot off this shotgun once I found you. They’ll be coming in to help us out” he said looking at me with soft eyes

“God this is so weird…. Thank you! I appreciate it. I’m sorry for the trouble this morning” I said to him as I offered him a weak smile

“Nahh don’t worry about it I’m just glad I was able to find you before something happened” he said to me

“Is there something I should be worried about in this field?” I asked cocking my brows at him

“Oh no no it’s just wild animals that are brave and try huntin in the mornin” he said smiling at me

Shortly his friend came in to help us out of the field. They led the way while I was in the back. Matt looked back at me every couple seconds to make sure I was okay. A nice gesture but I still felt super uncomfortable.

“Right, left, right, left no right….right again? Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost” one of his friends whisper shouted

My head shot up and my eyes widened….that is exactly the last thing I remember hearing…. I immediately became uneasy and anxious

The other boys nudged him and whispered curses at him as they pushed him to walk faster.

“You come to pick corn every couple days and you can’t find your way out?” Matt asked him trying to ease the awkward silence and weird tension in the air

“No no! I’m good don’t worry bout it” he shouted back to Matt as he stomped on the ground, pushing through the field

Leading me out of the cornfield I thanked them as Matt walked me back to my house. Looking down as I walked my feet dirty with dried up mud. And my pajamas caked in dirt….I seemed a bit too dirty for someone who just happened to stroll into a corn field.

Walking me up to my door I turned to Matt and smiled at him, opening my mouth I began

“Listen I’m sorry for the trouble once again, and this isn’t something I normally do like ever; but just know this will never happen again” I said to him

“No worries! Just calm your nerves ain’t nothing wrong with this town to make you so jumpy instantly” he says laughing a bit

“Right….well I’m going to head in now. As you can see I’m a bit dirty” I say laughing

“Of course! I’ll see you round” he says before nodding his head and taking off

Stepping into the house I shut the door behind me almost instantly locking it. I stomped upstairs to the bathroom. I got the shower running as I removed my dirty clothes and looked at my body. I had a few scratches but nothing that seemed abnormal….. was I going insane? Was I now a sleep walker? Or was something darker going on already?

I shook it off and hopped in the shower. Once I was done and got dressed I decided to sit on my couch, chewing at my nails as my leg bounced up and down. This anxiety was clawing at me and I couldn’t stop it.

Pulling my phone out I opened my emails and saw I had a new email from my old professor

Dear Y/N,

I can’t believe you actually bit the bullet and went! This is awesome and I’m looking forward to hearing all about your experiences. I read those articles and it’s actually crazy! I did a few more google searches and even ended up on Reddit. Supposedly Thomas Sturniolo has family out in Pleasant Town. I wonder if they still use the same name and if you’ll ever run into them! And as far as the realtor guy he for sure sounds like a weirdo! Haha, who has that name anymore? But then again it is a small town in the south! Please keep me posted!

Sincerely, Professor Wayne

I sighed with relief at the email back from him, for a split second I felt like I had some normality in my life, and I decided to email him back

Dear Professor Wayne,

Thank you for getting back to me! I’ll for sure keep an eye out for any Sturniolos! I sure hope they don’t go by that same name anymore, but I’m still not sure. I’d have to go to the local library and search the database. Who even knows if they have a library here….sure doesn’t seem like it!

However something so weird happened to me last night. I think I was sleepwalking? I’ve never done that before, but I have no recollection of the night before. I must be an extreme deep sleeper! But how does one end up muddy in the middle of a cornfield and not wake up? Am I being paranoid, or am I right to be a little concerned? I mean this was only the first night…. I think I’m just scaring myself! Anyways, I hope to hear from you soon!

Sincerely, Y/N Y/L/N

Hitting send I sighed as I laid my phone down on the couch. Rubbing my hands through my hair as I shook my head. That uneasy feeling went away as soon as I realized how hungry I was.

Remembering I never got to go out last night I decided to hit the stores today. However I didn’t know where anything was and I was on edge, so I decided to see if Matt was available to take me to the stores.

Stepping outside I locked my front door, and to my surprise Matt was outside tuning something in his car. I looked both ways before crossing the dirt road

“Hey Matt” I said to the young man as his arm cranked rapidly while his tongue was in between his teeth, in a fit of concentration

“Oh hey darlin” he says quickly snapping out of it and looking at me

“I really don’t mean to bother, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to take me to your nearest market so I can get some food” I said to him smiling

“Oh sure thing, let me finish tightening this and we can take my truck” he says smiling at me

“Sure thing” I say backing up

Cranking the wrench again he gave a satisfied face once he realized the piece was fixed. Matt shut the hood…well more like slammed it before dusting his hands off. Using a handkerchief in his pocket to wipe them clean fully.

“My uhh, my passenger side door doesn’t work or else I’d be opening it for you on that side” he stated as he opened the driver side door and looked back at me

“Oh that’s alright I appreciate it” I said as I patted his arm and hopped into his truck

He hopped in after me and shut the door, starting the car up. His tongue stuck out between his lips as the ignition sputtered and then his engine roared to life

“Now that’s what I’m talkin bout” he said tapping the steering wheel

“Did you fix her up?” I asked him as I looked inside the car

“Oh I sure did! 1950 Chevy 3100 . Belonged to my great grandpa and it got handed down to me. I fixed her up nicely. New paint job, new interior and new parts” he said smiling while looking at me

“It’s really nice, to see a car this old running fantastically” I replied back to him

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t need much. My great grandpa got it as his retirement car but then he passed away and it was left to my pops who didn’t care for it, so he left it to me” he replied

“Wow, this is awesome though. I love old cards so much” I replied nodding my head at him

Nodding back we sat in silence, the breeze of the warm air and the sound of a faint country song playing in the background.

“Say you guys wouldn’t happen to have a library here would you?” I asked suddenly

“Oh we do! The smallest library in all of the United States” he said looking over at me

“Fuck yes, is it cool if I stop by there for a bit?” I asked him

“Sure thing darlin” he stated back

About 10 minutes later we were in their “city” which was probably the furthest thing from a city. Everything was right next to each other. Pulling into a parking spot we hopped out. Matt held onto my hand as he helped me hop out of his truck.

Offering a smile as I silently thanked him. Leading me over to the local market they had there. He had gone his way as I grabbed a cart and began to shop.

The buzzing of the old light fixtures and the ominous silence made me a bit queasy. Looking over my shoulders every couple of seconds.

As I was grabbing a couple of basic necessities as far as food I made my way over to the laundry detergent. Scanning what they add and silently choosing my options. I heard giggling to the left of me, so I turned my head, and to my surprise there was a group of kids no younger than 10 looking at me and laughing. Some of the kids even stared at me with wide eyes….almost like they knew me. I offered a polite smile and grabbed what I needed.

I headed down to the frozen section in the back of the store. Looking at the milk options I heard the whispered chatter again and the laughs. So I looked into the glass reflection and saw those same kids staring at me. Getting fed up I abruptly turned around

“It’s not nice to stare” I said to them bluntly

“Ye ain’t s’pose to be here” One taller boy said almost like he was growling at me? Like a dog?

“Says Who?” I asked him cocking a brow at him

“Ye just ain’t” he said again glaring at me with his cold eyes

“You don’t own the town” I said sucking my teeth at him

“Ohh my daddy’s gone’ be real upset when he sees you here” The boy said as his friends snickered with him

“You’re such a little shit” I mumbled under my breath as I turned around and rolled my eyes

“You better get out here before you stuck forever” One of his little friends said

I ignored him, but I couldn’t ignore the chill that ran up my spine at that statement. These people were such fucking weirdos and one more instance was going to be my sign to pack up and leave.

Too into my thoughts, my hand had gripped the handle to the door roughly as I fought with myself. Zoning out completely I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder

“You alright?” I heard from behind me

I jumped and gasped before looking over my shoulder, a calmness taking over once I saw it was Matt.

“Yeah…yeah sorry I guess I got distracted” I said shaking my head

“Too many milk options?” He asked laughing

“You could say that” I replied wiping sweat off my forehead

“I’ll wait for you outside you seem a bit on edge” he said to me before backing away

“Alright thanks” I said to him

I quickly grabbed my milk and the last bit of groceries I needed. Heading to checkout before meeting Matt outside.

“Oh darlin you should’ve yelled for some help, let me get that for you” he replied taking some bags from me

“It ain’t nothing, I appreciate it though” I stated smiling at him

Matt and I put the groceries back in the truck, and he showed me to the library.

“Whatcha here looking for?” He asked me as we strolled down the aisles

“Nothing in particular, maybe some history” I said smiling at him

“History?” He asked cocking a brow at me

“I love all things history” I replied back as my fingers danced along the cover of some books

“I hate to break it to you, but uhhh we ain’t got no history books” he said laughing

“And why is that?” I asked furrowing my brows

“About a year ago the whole history section was set on fire by some hooligans, damn near took out the whole back side of the library. Were just glad people was round to help stop the fire” he replied back

“How convenient” I said offering him a tight lip smile

“I mean they’re trying to get that back section up and running again but without the funds we can’t get it properly fixed nor get those books back” he stated shrugging his shoulders

“Man that sucks, but I guess romance books will suffice” I state to him

“Oh I hate that shit, I’ll be outside waiting for you” he said laughing

“Whatttt no Colleen Hoover? No Nicholas Sparks?” I asked him pretending to be offended

“Oh no that’s all you” he said laughing and throwing his hands up

I trotted over to the romance section as Matt left browsing the section before quickly looking for Matt. I saw that he crossed the street and headed into a bait and tackle shop.

Smiling to myself I trotted away from romance and walked around, looking for a worker. Once I found one I walked up to her

“I’m so sorry to bother, but I know this town is full of history and was an important asset to many people, where would I find records of all the important people from this town throughout history?” I asked the worker

“Oh yeah we have a format on our computers it should be open just scroll down to pleasant town history and it’ll show you everything you need” she replied back

“Thank you so much Faye! It was great meeting you” I said to her before walking away

Making sure Matt was still nowhere to be found I rushed over to a computer. I clicked Pleasant Town History. And it was dumbed down into categories. My eyes lit up once I found crop, animal and farm owners. Immediately clicking I scrolled through the names.

“Stacey….Stanley….Stuart……Stu…..Sturnham….” My eyes squinted once I saw the next name was actively crossed out with a black border over the name.

Counting through the alphabet I realized “I” was after “H”…… it only took a few seconds before my eyes widened. Sturniolo? It was gone….scratched from this list?

I went over to homeowners and Sturniolo was blocked out once again, I slowly went to car owners, Chevy 3100 truck….. Sturnham…. And then blocked out again?

The gears started to click and I immediately became anxious. There could be no possible way that….hes Matts great grandfather? Right??

I figured there’s no way Matt could be related to someone like that. I mean yes he was a weirdo, but nothing like that…..

I exited out of everything and quickly walked to the exit. Swinging the door open I slammed into someone.

“Woah little lady where you headed” I heard Matt say laughing

“Sorry, didn’t see you there” I said frantically

“Oh no worries….found what you were looking for?” He asked raising an eyebrow

“What?” I asked as I swallowed thickly

“A romance book? Did you find one you were interested in?” He asked a bit puzzled

“Oh no uhhh none that peaked my interest” I stated smiling at him

“Well it’s almost lunch time, so I’m planning on heading back home” he said to me

“Yes, lunch! Very important, let's go!” I said nervously as I walked to his car

Matt peered at me with a bent neck and furrowed brows, but I just smiled at him as he followed me back to his truck.

Hopping in we headed back home, and to my surprise Matt helped me bring the grocery bags in.

“Here uhh let me make you lunch to say thanks” I said to Matt as I grabbed the loaf of bread from his hands

“Oh no sweetheart, don’t worry bout it” he said smiling

“No please! It’s the least I could do” I said to him nodding my head

“Well alright” he replied giving in

“How’s peanut butter and jelly with some milk?” I asked him

“Sounds mighty fine” he replied back nodding his head

I made our sandwiches and poured us some milk as we sat across from one another. Slowly eating as we occasionally exchanged glances.

“So uh..” I started

“Great sandwich” Matt said smacking his lips to get the peanut butter down

“Oh thank you” I replied giggling as I took a sip of my milk

“You seemed a bit on edge earlier, is everything alright?” He asked me as he took a sip as well

“Oh yeah, just some kids saying weird things to me. Makes me feel unsafe” I said to him

“What did they say?” He asked sitting up in his chair

“That I don’t belong here and I should leave before something happens?” I said rubbing my forehead

“Little bastards….listen don’t pay attention to a word they say. Those little assholes have nothing better to do than pick on people” he replied shaking his head

“Yeah I figured, but with the weird morning I was having I just freaked myself out” I said to him

“Understandable, but don’t worry you’re safe here” he replied offering me a warm smile

“I uhh… i have a question” I said to him

“Spill the beans then” he said ushering me to talk

“You see I did some research today in the library” I said to him

“Ahhh so no romance books” he said laughing

“No, but there seems to be something weird with the information on this town” I said to him

“You were looking up this town because?” He asked chewing a bit slower

“Well I want to learn more about where I’m living” I said in a duh tone

“Okay…” he replied a bit annoyed

“Who’s the Sturniolos and why is that name scratched out of almost all the public records?” I asked him

Immediately I regretted my decision. Something switched in the boy and his eyes grew cold as his nostrils flared. He slid his tongue along the front of his teeth. Inhaling sharply he slammed his hand down on the table

I gasped and jumped at this, my eyes popping out of my head.

“You don’t mention that name, you don’t read about that name and you sure as hell don’t think about that FUCKING NAME” he said yelling the last part

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I swear” I said starting to frantically panic

“That name has destroyed everything good in this town. We don’t claim that man or his bloodline. He’s done unimaginable and unforgivable things” Matt said pursing his lips together and grinding his teeth

“Please forgive me Matt. I meant no harm at all just wanting to know some history. I swear I meant nothing by it” I replied throwing my hands up

“It’s alright, I’m sorry sweetheart for scaring you. I just haven’t gotten over what that evil man did” he replied calming down

“No it’s my fault” I said to him

“It’s not your fault” he replied finishing his milk

“I’m truly sorry” I stated once again

“I’ll meet you tonight at 7pm, I’ll take you to dinner and I’ll explain a little more about that man” he said to me nodding his head

“Oh alright” I said to him nodding my head

With that he put his dishes in the sink and stomped out the house. The rattle of the front door sent a shiver down my spine.

Later that evening I had gotten ready, stepping out my front door and locking it. I turned around to see Matt already waiting by his car for me

Hopping in we headed back into that same area from earlier. Taking me into one of the restaurants we sat for dinner. Using this as my advantage to squeeze some more information out of matt.

“This place is really nice” I said to him obviously lying through my teeth

“Bet it’s nothing like Vegas” he said pushing my chair in for me

“Well not much can beat Vegas, but for a small town this is a nice place” I replied to him

“This is my favorite spot even since I was a kid” he said looking over at me

“Have you always lived here?” I asked him

“My whole life” he said back

“Wow… and you’ve never been anywhere else?” I asked him

“No never, mama says there ain’t much for me to see out there anyway” he said

“With all due respect to your mother…. I disagree. There’s a whole world out there you have yet to see” I said to him

Cracking a smile at me he nodded, his eyes glazing over and shimmering with a saddened look….. one that screams I’m trapped and will never be able to leave

The dinner went well and I learned a lot about his childhood, but nothing about the town. However, that was until we walked the town a bit.

“So about earlier, I just want to say that man was an evil man. He lied, manipulated, stole and killed all for his personal benefit.” Matt said to me

“Did your family have personal ties to him?” I asked him as we walked

“Sort of. He had a farm and he watched my ancestors' animals ... .except instead he killed them. Believing in some weird ritual. Saying how these cult rituals would bring the town fortune” he said shaking his head

“And I’m guessing that was false” I scoffed a bit

“Oh very wrong…. And he was arrested, my ancestors had no animals and because they had no animals they couldn’t make money nor survive really. They spent a lot of time moving around Oklahoma before they could eventually come back here” he replied shrugging his shoulders

“Holy shit…that’s awful” I said exhaling

“It is but hey there’s not much else to do other than move on” he said to me

“Well I appreciate you taking the time to explain this to me…. And I’m sorry for bringing it up randomly earlier…it was wrong” I said to him

“It’s alright darlin” he said smiling and bumping my shoulder with his own

We walked around a bit more before heading back to our houses a little after 9pm. We enjoyed the breezy and quiet drive home.

Parking his car by his house he walked me over to my own house.

“Oh thank you Matt you didnt have walk me over” I stated smiling at him

“I would never leave a pretty lady to walk home alone at night” he said smiling at me

Looking down and blushing slightly I shook my head

“I enjoyed today a lot, thank you very much” I said to him

“You’re welcome sugar” he said back

“I’m going to head in for the night and get some shut eye. I’m super tired” I said yawning

“Me too! We’ll have a good night Y/N” he said to me

“Goodnight Matt” I replied back

Smiling at him I pulled him in for a friendly hug, and to my surprise he actually hugged back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” I stated pulling away

“Goodnight” he said smiling at me and waving bye

I shut the door and locked it, making my way up to my room and preparing for bed.

Matts POV

Watching the young woman shut the door his smile dropped, and guilt and shame immediately filled his heart and mind. So taken aback by the hug and how nice Y/N was to him today he didn’t know how to feel.

Walking down the steps of her porch, he trotted over to his own house. Slipping in quietly and locking the door behind him. Silently slithering into his room he shut and locked the door.

Putting his pajamas on he laid on his bed as the moonlight lightly casted in through his windows. His mind wandered as he remembered what took place almost 19 hours prior….

Flashback

“Will you shut the fuck up and pick the lock faster” I yelled at my friend

“Well Matt I’m tryin but it’s dark out here” Bo said back to me in anger

“Just hurry” I said through gritted teeth

Within 30 seconds we heard the click and sighed in relief. Quietly ushering into Y/N’s house, we shut the door behind ourselves.

“Nate you pass me the chloroform and Bo and I will bring her downstairs” I said to my other friend

“Sure thing” he said nodding his head

Walking up the stairs we turned to the left and walked to the door that was closed. To our surprise it was her bedroom.

We walked in and I walked up to Y/N

“Y/N! Wake up” I said to her as I shook her

Jumping up out of her sleep she seemed confused and scared, but snapping my fingers I signaled to Nate. Instantly he handed me the chloroform and a rag, dozing the rag in the chemical I held it over her nose. Immediately she fell limp into my arms.

Nate took the supplies out of my hands and Bo came over to help me. Pulling her from under her arms we dragged her down the stairs.

“Leave the front door open so it seems like she left on her own” I said to Nate

“Got it” he replied eagerly

Rushing out the house we dragged her through the gravel and when we got to the dirt road Bo and I stood her up. Leaving footprints from the end of her driveway to the start of the cornfield.

“What about our footprints?” Bo asked me as we approached the corn field

“We’ll worry about that later come on” I said to him

Dragging Y/N into the center of the corn field we laid her down. Arms spread out and ankles touching.

“Are you sure you know how to do a sacrifice?” Nate asked me

“I learned from my grandfather and my dad I know what I’m doing” I replied back to him

“I don’t know this seems like too much” Nate said to me

“You’re getting cold feet now? After all this! You told me you were ready” I stated getting angry at him

“I know, but this seems all too much” Nate stated

“You don’t think I feel the same way? I said squinting at him in anger

“Man I think we should wait” Nate said

“You’re such a pussy” Bo said laughing at the boy

“I’m not ready” Nate said to us

“FINE! FINE! We’ll figure this out for another day” I said standing up

“Because of this chicken shit?” Bo said standing up

“I need everyone to be on board, so if one’s out then we’re all out” I said shaking my head

“Come on man” Bo said shaking his head

“Let’s go! help me get her up, we gotta get her back to her house” I said shaking my head

It started to drizzle as we lifted Y/N up. Holding her by her arms as we dragged her through the field.

“Right, Left ,Right, Left, no right….Right again? Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost?” Bo said as we trotted through the cornfield

The rain became heavier which made it harder for us to see, and slippery. Our boots got stuck in the wet dirt.

“Fuck it’s dark! I need to pay attention” He said loudly as he wiped the water from his eyes

“Where am I? What’s going on?” Y/N started to say in a drunken groggy state

“Fuck….we gotta go” I said looking at Bo

“Matt? Is that you? What’s going on?” She asked as she tried to stand up

“Shhhh” I said to her

“I’m really scared, what's going on?” She asked starting to cry

“Chloroform now” I said to Nate

Nate quickly wet the rag again in Chloroform and shoved it in Y/N’s face. Choked whines of agony escaped her lips before she fell limp again.

“Bring her back to the center” I yelled over the rain

“What! Are you crazy?” Bo yelled at me

“We have to bring her back, this is all messy! I’ll tell her a good story in the morning. She’ll believe me. Come on” I said frantically

Dragging her back through the mud her pants and feet were completely caked in mud. Shaking my head we laid her on her back again.

She was knocked out cold, but I really hoped she stood that way till I came to “rescue” her in the morning.

The three of us ran back out of the corn field eventually. Not having to worry about our footprints because they would match up with my story of us going on the lookout for her!

Flashback over

Matt was disgusted with what he had done. He was no better than the sick men that once ruled this town. He tried to push the feelings deep down but they kept bubbling to the surface.

Forcing his eyes shut and trying to fall asleep. Praying he could somehow find a way to make this all better….

But for now he was hidden in the shadows of his mind and the only escape was….

You.

The End

This will most def have another part LOLLL, I’m sorry this took me forever to get out, but I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did🤭🖤. I wonder how I’m going to play out the next part. But let me know, did I throw you for a loop with this one???? Anywho we’re almost at 2,100 followers which is absolutely bonkers 🤯. I love yall sooo much 🥹🖤🖤

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