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I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”

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google drive HATES to see me coming to copy another link from a file. AND SPOTIFY is 100% planning on charging me extra from all the music i've been playing for the last 48 hours

i’ve been working nonstop for the past few days, i need to sit down and check all my notifications asap

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no i can’t believe you’re gonna leave us hanging 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i’ve been obsessed with these and i cannot wait to read the fic!

PART 0.75 OF A BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS JOAQUÍN x READER. Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Warnings: There's a mention of reader wearing make-up. Word Count: 1019 A/N: Here we have the third drabble 🥰 I love this one so much, I found it so much fun to write. The next part will be the main fic, coming in the next few days, so I hope you're all looking forward to that as well! 💗

Joaquin decides that he’s never taking relationship advice from Sam Wilson ever again the second that he sees you walking out of his spare room looking like that. Sam had said it would be a great idea to invite you as his plus-one to the charity gala that they’d been invited to. That, maybe at an event like this, he could treat it a bit like a date and then ask you at the end of the night if you wanted to go on a real one.

But he’s pretty sure that he’s not going to be able to get any words out tonight when he has to stand next to you while you look like that. The outfit you’ve chosen suits your body perfectly, the fabric hugging you in all the right places. The way you’ve done your hair and make-up just accentuates everything. He’s completely lost for words.

“Joaquin? I asked if you think this is appropriate?” Your voice cuts through his thoughts. He hadn’t even heard you speaking, too caught up in thinking about how gorgeous you look.

He clears his throat and goes to run a hand through his hair before he remembers he’d just put some gel in it to hold it in place for the rest of the night. “Uh, yeah. No, it’s fine. It’s more than fine, actually – it’s great. You look nice. No – not nice, well, you do look nice but you don’t look nice, if you know what I mean – you know what? I’m gonna shut up now.”

You can’t help but laugh at him and how sweet he is. You don’t remember the last time that someone was lost for words at the way you looked. Not even on one of your last dates when you’d decided to go all out and dress extra nice. You cross the room and reach up to fix his tie, which is a little crooked.

“I look nice but not nice,” you nod. “I got it.”

Joaquin flushes and laughs to himself. “You look beautiful is what I meant to say.”

Smiling, you finish adjusting his tie and place your hands on his chest. You can feel how quickly his heart is beating just from having your hand over the top of it but you try not to think too much of it. He’s probably just nervous.

“Thank you, Joaquin,” you hum. “And thank you for inviting me. I would have thought you’d want an actual date to something like this, not your best friend. But I’m honoured.”

Joaquin feels like he can breathe again when you remove your hands from his chest and step away to go and grab your shoes, which you’d left just inside the bedroom door. He raises his voice a little so you can hear him. “I didn’t really want to go out and find someone else.” 

“No?” You poke your head out from the bedroom door to look at him. “Why not?”

“Dating is a bit more difficult now that I’m an Avenger,” he explains. “I know that sounds so cocky, and yeah, it is a little bit. But it’s also the truth. It’s kinda hard to find someone who would wanna date me for me and not because I’m the Falcon, y’know?”

That and he’s not really ready to even try dating anyone else when he’s so stuck on you.

You walk out of the bedroom, holding your shoes in your hands, and frown at him. “I didn’t even think about how difficult it’d be now that things have changed. You could always try dating someone you already know, though. Then there wouldn’t be the whole thing about trying to figure out their intentions, right?” 

He watches as you sit down on the couch to put your shoes on, completely unaware of the fact that your words have had such an effect on him. There’s only one person Joaquin wants to date that he already knows, and they’re sitting on the couch in front of him. But maybe… this could be a good chance to segue into asking you on a real date…

Joaquin opens his mouth, about to speak, when he realises what he’s doing. He can’t confess to you right before you get picked up to go to the charity gala! Imagine how awkward that would be all night if you rejected him? What is he even thinking?

“Yeah,” he manages, turning away from you to find his own shoes. “I could.”

Later, as you’re both sitting in the car on the way to the gala, Joaquin is surprised by you sitting in the middle seat, directly beside him. Your thigh is pushed up against his and your arm is entwined through his, like it had been on that walk a while back. Every time you look at him, your face is so close that he can feel your breath on his cheek. It’s taking everything in him to keep control.

“You nervous?” You ask, squeezing his arm a little.

He shakes his head. “No,” he says, completely honestly. “I have you here. Are you?”

You nod. “I’ve never been to a charity gala before.” 

Joaquin reaches over to place a hand over the one you have on his arm. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m not leaving your side the whole night.” He means it, too. Unless you’re going to the bathroom, he plans to be glued to your side. It also means that you won’t be the object of anyones desires tonight if he stays close… an added benefit.

The way you smile at him and then lean in and brush your lips over his cheek, only lightly, makes him wonder if he should have gone through with confessing before. Would you be sitting here in the car, holding hands and treating this as a real date? Or would you be sitting on the far seat, staring out the window and ignoring his existence? 

He finds himself suddenly glad that he didn’t confess to you. Because now you are here, leaning into his side, and nothing has changed between you. Yet. 

Joaquín Torres Tag List (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)

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my laptop hates to see me coming with another cup of tea

i’ve been working nonstop for the past few days, i need to sit down and check all my notifications asap

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i’ve been working nonstop for the past few days, i need to sit down and check all my notifications asap

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omg thank you for the tag!!!! it’s awesome to see my humble fanfic with joaquín side by side with my favorite fics and writers 😭😭😭😭😭 this totally made my day!

My March reading list! I think I went a little Joaquin crazy during March, maybe it's time to update the theme with a new imaginary boyfriend!

As always please show your friendly neighbourhood fic peddlars some love if you enjoy their fics.

🎂 -> Bucky's birthday fics

Bucky Barnes

Arm Pat by @skaye44

Assisting Congress by @sunday-bug

Birthday boy by @buck-star 🎂

bucky barnes + missionary by @spidey-webz 🔥

By The Warmth Of The Oven by @elixirfromthestars

Cookie Crumbles by @jobean12-blog 🎂

Creamy or Crunchy by @marvelstoriesepic

Delicious by @/jobean12-blog 🔥

Good Morning, Handsome by @mrsbuckybarnes1917 🎂

happy birthday, congressman 💋 by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥🎂

His sweet girl by @brnesblogposts

In too deep by @/marvelstoriesepic

It's Okay to Cry by @thezombieprostitute

My girl by @parkers-gal

Need You by @/jobean12-blog 🔥

Sloppy by @ofstarsandvibranium

Sunshine by @/jobean12-blog

The dishwasher by @holylulusworld

Jake Jensen

Nightmares by @gremlin-girly

off-limits by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Joaquín Torres

5 Times The J Name Curse Hit You and The 1 Time It Didn't by @emeraldserenade

A recipe for love by @pixiexdusts-world

Amarillo by @fluffyprettykitty 🔥

AT THE END OF THE DAY by @websterss

Baby Bird by @everydaydreamer

Can I Sleep With You? @backtothefanfiction

Chain by @quakeismyhero

Color Me Yours by @fanboyswhore9

Detour by @blackbat05

drabble dump 1 by @/fireinmoonshot

Drabble dump 2 by @/fireinmoonshot

drabble dump 3 by @/fireinmoonshot

Drunk in Love by @/everydaydreamer

existence by @siempre-bucky (Cap 4 spoilers)

- Sequel - I got you

Falling for You by @translatemunson

Falling With Style by @/ofstarsandvibranium

Finally Home by @lives-in-midgard

finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck by @graysonfics 🔥

first impressions by @/fireinmoonshot

Gazes by @joaquinwhorres 🔥

Green Really Is Your Color by @/emeraldserenade

Gold Rush by @/fireinmoonshot

In His Hands by @nathanbatemanfucker 🔥

It's You, It's Me by @/emeraldserenade

Joaquín Arrives Home Drabble @/fireinmoonshot

Joaquin will always insist on you wearing his jacket when you're cold... even if it means he's freezing.By @/fireinmoonshot

Joaquín's teeth by @sunsburns

Kiss it better by @/fireinmoonshot

Lapping Lager by @/nathanbatemanfucker

Lifting more than weights by @/pixiexdusts-world

LOVE BIRDS by @/websterss

Listen To You As I Sleep by @/emeraldserenade

marathon session by @/graysonfics

mirror sex by @/graysonfics

misunderstanding by @/fireinmoonshot

My Pretty Boy by @/everydaydreamer

Nap time with you by @/pixiexdusts-world

not sober by @quakeismyhero

Put Your Feet Up by @ofstarsandvibranium

Real by @/emeraldserenade

Satisfaction by @dance-is-life27 🔥

sleepy domestic sex by @/graysonfics

soft hearted by @/fireinmoonshot

Stray Love by @its-me-your-bicon

Staying Awake by @/backtothefanfiction

Tapping Joaquín out at his BMT Graduation :) by @writermai05

that damn kiss by @/fireinmoonshot

touchy by @/fireinmoonshot

“You always know the exact temperature I like my baths at.” by @/fireinmoonshot

Loki

Kneeling Ovation by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Multiship & Poly + Reader

Birds of a Feather by @aquaticmercy 🔥(Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres x Reader)

Bolder by @ramp-it-up 🔥🎂(Stucky x Reader)

C'mon Let Me Ride by stuckyinthemiddlewithyou (AO3) 🔥 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis)

Go Greek by @lovelybucky1 🔥(Marvel Guys x Reader)

Welcome Home, Birthday Boy by @x-press-it 🎂(SamBucky x Reader)

SamBucky

Operation Tenderpaws by KLeChrone (AO3)

Put Up Your Armor When You Leave, 'Cause This Is The Highest Fall You'll Ever Grace by Conflicted_constellation (AO3)

SamBuckyJoaquín

Help, My Boyfriend has a Vibranium Arm and I Can’t Get Up by what_they_said (AO3)

SamJoaquín

A Helping Hand by Jedistormbringer (AO3)

Defending Honour by thefinalfronqueer (AO3)

Incoming Text by @ironstrangle 🔥

Sam Wilson

Lazy mornings and stolen kisses by @/pixiexdusts-world

Steve Rogers

Berserk by @mercurial-chuckles

Stucky

pretty baby you have me (so weak) by inevitablemeow (AO3)

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fun fact: my best friend is a economics journalist, and every time i see a headline about that orange man announcing changes, i text her to see if she's hanging on bc every week she has her 9/11

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there’s wip (active development) and wip (stuck in development hell) and wip (oh you’re not even getting funding for this one)

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Me watching No Exit (2022) 😳

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is this a judgement free zone so i can say i’m obsessed with this fic????? i’ve stared at the ceiling after this chapter bc urrrrgh so good, the barely touching hands and a goodbye?????? this will be living rent free in my mind for the next 48 hours

Fault Lines Ch. 4

request: wanted to know if you could write something where the reader is a ex-winter solider (just like bucky, but maybe she doesn't lose her arm) and how she struggles to accept Joaquin. An overall angst to fluff.

pairing: joaquin torres x ex super soldier!f!reader

contents: canon typical violence, illusions to abuse and torture, ptsd and other mental illness, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff if you squint!!!

wc: 1,463

an: this one definitely broke my heart a little but it’s all for the greater good i promise <33

fault lines masterlist

It had taken a couple weeks and sifting through some painful memories, but with Joaquin and Sam’s help you narrowed down the most likely place that your target was laying low. It was another facility, this time in the desert.

Where you preferred the heat over the freezing cold, you could tell that they were struggling by their water intakes and sweat soaked shirts. You decide not to say anything— heat makes people grumpy, and between you and Sam there’s enough grump. That and you have something much more important to focus on as you approach the building.

Joaquin shifts his weight, scanning the compound through his scope from their vantage point on the ridge. Beside him, you’re unnervingly still, eyes locked on the entrance like you can will your target into existence.

“We go in quiet,” Sam says over comms. “No unnecessary casualties. We take them alive if possible.”

You don’t respond. Joaquin does. “Copy.”

He glances at you, but your expression doesn’t change. The mission has been communicated and is clear, but he can feel the storm rolling inside you. This isn’t just another takedown to you. It’s an ending. The culmination of everything you’ve fought for, suffered for, lost.

It scares him because he knows you would give anything for it. Maybe even your life.

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Once inside, the air is sterile and stale, filled with the ghosts of past violence never fully faded. The three of you move like shadows, clearing room after room. Hydra’s presence here is weak—their numbers already thinned from previous operations.

Despite the ease, you don’t relax. Not yet.

Joaquin watches the way your grip tightens around your weapon as each room is cleared. The way your breath grows more even and steady as you step over an unconscious body, moving toward the command center. This is what you were made for. The thought unsettles him.

When you finally find him, your target is alone in the dimly lit room, scrambling for a weapon he’ll never reach. You’re moving towards him with swiftness before Sam can give the order, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the console causing his nose to bleed. The sight, the coppery smell makes something inside you burn with satisfaction.

The man is just as you remember him. He doesn’t have a name, not a proper one but you and other soldiers called him The Mire. A twisted scar on his face and shocking blonde hair that you’ve seen in your nightmares.

He laughs through the pain, the haunting sound growing louder when you press the barrel of your gun to his forehead. “You think this ends with me?”

Joaquin steps forward. “You can make this easy, or—”

The man barely spares him a glance. His focus is on you, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Go on, then. You’ve come this far.” His lips curl into something taunting. “I wonder—when you close your eyes at night, do you see their faces?”

Your grip tightens. Joaquin sees it instantly—the slight shift in your stance, the barely-there hitch in your breath. You’re…hesitating?

The man must see it too, because his demented grin widens. “Of course you do.” His voice lowers, smooth, insidious. “It’s the price we pay, isn’t it? Those of us who were made for something greater.”

Joaquin moves closer. “Cállate.”

The man ignores him. His eyes stay on you. “The experiments. The conditioning. It never really leaves, does it? You can pretend all you want, but deep down, you know what you are.” His head tilts. “A weapon. A perfect little instrument of death.”

Joaquin sees the moment the words hit their mark. You don’t flinch, but something in your expression hardens. His words conjure memories that make you want to be at the end of your gun.

The man exhales through his nose, like he’s at peace with whatever happens next. “They made you to destroy, and look at you. Right on script.”

Joaquin steps closer. His voice is quiet, but firm. “Hey.”

You don’t look at him. The barrel of your gun presses more firmly against his forehead. Better him than you, right?

“No eres tú,” Joaquin urges.

Your finger hovers over the trigger. This will fix everything. It’ll save you from your torment and allow you to move forward, right?

The man smirks, eyes flicking between you and Joaquin. “Oh, I see now,” he breathes out a laugh. “You’ve got your own little soldier whispering sweet nothings to you. That’s cute. You’ve thought about it right? What his neck feels like under your hands?”

Joaquin’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t take the bait. “Walk away,” he murmurs.

The man keeps going, his grin widening. “It must kill you, doesn’t it? Knowing what you are. Knowing that no matter what, he’ll always be the one looking at you like you’re something more.” His eyes glint with something cruel. “But tell me, what happens when he finally sees you for what you really are?”.

Joaquin shakes his head, stepping even closer, voice just for you now. “You don’t belong to anyone but yourself.”

For the first time, your focus wavers, your gaze meeting his. Despite the daunting situation, Joaquin’s eyes are the warmest shade of brown you’ve ever seen. That warmth is at the core of who he is, spreading through every cell in his body and radiating off of him. You feel it’s contrast on the rough, cold edges of your makeup.

Joaquin doesn’t look away. “No eres un arma. Nunca lo fuiste. But you pull that trigger, and they win. They still own you.”

Your jaw clenches. Slowly, painfully—you lower the gun.

Your target’s laugh is cut short by Sam knocking him out cold. Joaquin watches you, but your face is unreadable.

It’s over. Hydra’s last head severed.

You thought that knowing he was done would drain the dread from your body, but you don’t feel any relief. There’s nothing but darkness and confusion, hopelessness finding its play in your belly.

—

The ride back to the local safehouse is quiet. Joaquin sits across from you in the Quinjet, waiting.

But you don’t say a word— you have a map out in front of you, developing your next steps. You aren’t sure where to go or what to do but you know you can’t stay with them.

Sam’s the first to speak. “You did good.”

His praise is meant to make you feel good about making the “right” decision but they just make you feel sick.

Softly, the words feeling foreign on your tongue, you say, “I don’t know what to do now.”

Joaquin leans forward, beating down the urge to reach out and grab your hand. “Then maybe that’s the point. You get to figure it out. And we could— I could—“

You hold his gaze, something soft he can’t name in your eyes. But then, just like that, it’s gone. “I’m not staying.”

Sam doesn’t argue. Neither does Joaquin as much as he wants to. You having choices is important him after the life you’ve been forced to live.

They watch you stand and grab what little gear you have before heading for the ramp. The Quinjet hasn’t even landed yet, but you’re already moving forward.

Joaquin stands, stepping closer to you. “No tienes que hacer esto solo.”

You smile— really smile— but even then it doesn’t reach your eyes. “I always have, baby bird. No te preocupes por mí.”

The ramp lowers and the night’s air rushes inside, cold without the beating sun.

You don’t say anything else and before he can try to find something to fill the silence, you surprise him. You step forward—just close enough for your fingers to graze his as you pass. A fleeting touch, barely there, but Joaquin feels it like a brand. Like an electric shock.

His breath catches and then he’s watching you fade into the sand, and soon into the mountains, something heavy settling in his chest.

Sam claps him on the shoulder. “You know, for someone who talks a lot, you were pretty damn quiet back there.”

Joaquin sighs, running a hand down his face. “Not the time, man.”

Sam snorts. “Oh, I’m sorry. You want me to pretend I haven’t noticed the whole thing you’ve got going on?”

Joaquin turns to glare at him. Sam grins.

“I mean, come on,” Sam continues. “She gives you one look, and you go all soft. And don’t think I missed the way she touched your hand before leaving.” He raises a brow. “You gonna tell me that meant nothing?”

Joaquin exhales, shaking his head. “I, uh, I don’t know.”

Sam hums, unconvinced. “Well, I’ll say this—you better hope she comes back. I don’t think you’d take it well if she didn’t.”

Joaquin doesn’t know what he could say to make Sam back off but deep down, he knows the man is right.

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aren't you the sweetest?

joaquín torres x female!reader cw: mention of sweets, use of feminine when referring to reader, very short drabble i wrote on the road this week, english is not my first language and i did my best to proofread it (lmk if you see any mistakes)

A heavy sight left your mouth as soon as you were done with your latest report. You opened one of the drawers on your desk, and repeated the expression.

Sam looked at you, ignoring whatever map he had on his tablet’s screen.

“What’s up?”

“Did you get anything from my candy drawer?” You pointed down.

“No?” Sam puzzled his brows together.

“That’s odd. I’m missing this special candy I was keeping for later.” You started to take out the packages, “I have Nerds, M&Ms, Kitkats, that chocolate bar you got me from Germany. But there is something missing.”

“Kid, just add to your shopping list. Or, like, check the cameras if you think someone stole from you.” He waved your complaint off. To be honest, he definitely found it worthless, but he knew better than to get himself between a woman and her sweets.

As he was getting back to his task, Joaquín walked in. The bird boy decided his brain was fried from too much hacking and tracking their next targets, so he went to clear his mind with an intense gym session. His curls were messed up, and his Miami Hurricanes muscle tee was drenched.

“Yo, Joaquín, did you steal something from your girl?” Sam inquired right away.

Your boyfriend looked at you and shook his head, “No? What happened?”

“Someone stole one of her candies. The special one,” he explained.

“It’s not that serious, mi amor,” you laughed, and tried to explain yourself.

“Which one? Have you checked the cameras? I did take a bag of M&Ms from you last week, but I got you two bags to cover.” Joaquín closed the distance between him and your work table. His arm reached the drawer from behind you, and he opened it, “Looks ok to me.”

“It wasn’t like that a second ago,” you leaned forward. “There was something missing before.”

“Do you want me to grab you something?”

“No, it’s ok, I have everything that I need,” you held him by the arm.

“You sure?”

“Yup.” You gave him a quick kiss. “I got my special candy right now.”

Sam rolled his eyes, and you giggled like a kid. Joaquín kissed you back, and it took everything in you to not drag him away from the room.

“God, you’re both too cheesy,” Sam complained.

“Don’t be grumpy, Sam. Do you want some candy?”

“I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself, Cap.”

a/n: this is just a sweet drabble i wrote after watching a cute tiktok. that’s it, it’s not that deep. hope you guys liked it! thank you so much for the love on my other joaquín fic, i wasn’t expecting it!

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DANNY RAMIREZ as GABE in LOOK BOTH WAYS | Dir. Wanuri Kahiu

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a girl who had her friday ruined, and then had to endure a roadtrip with her madmen father driving the car only wants a long island, a candy and fanfics

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lowkey surprised by the love i'm getting for the joaquín oneshot. thanks y’all! gonna work on more for you guys! also, my asks are open for requests!

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i cannot wait for thunderbolts to come out so i can write bob and reader meet joaquín and reader 🤭

falling for you

or 3 times you fell for joaquín + the 1 time he fell for you

joaquín torres x female!reader cw: female!reader, mentions of a dress, no description of reader's feature (tried to keep it as open as possible), faintings, stupid ideas, fluff

The first time it happened, it was a coincidence.

You were watching a debrief standing on your feet — the room was packed, which was a little bit unusual — when your vision started to go black. You tried to hold on into anything, but it was too late to save yourself from a nasty fall.

One minute you’re watching the debrief, the next you have three concerned faces around you from above. You’re definitely on the floor. The lady murmurs a quiet “Thank god.”

“Hey,” Joaquín called your name softly, entering your line of sight, “you alright, chica?”

“Yeah, I just,” you felt a pair of hands supporting your back while you sat up, “low blood pressure.”

“You sure?”

“Afirmative.”

Your answer was enough for the two people to turn their attention back to the presentation. Joaquín watched you closely, helping you to get back on your feet. The debrief was going full force in the background, and while you knew you could pick up the reports and images later, you made the decision to stay until the end. A Lieutenant offered his chair for you, and you’re able to watch everything.

When you were walking back to the Captain America headquarters on the compound, Dana, one of the Senior Intelligence Officers you worked closely with, intercepted you. “Hey, don’t go around skipping lunch anymore.”

“I didn’t, I had a snack between tasks,” you explained yourself.

“I see.” She pointed towards your files and the tablet screen on your hands. “You should’ve seen how Captain Joaquín Torres catched you like, wow, so fast. Like he was paying attention to you, not to the Admiral.”

“You’re crazy,” you scanned your badge on the door. “I promise to have lunch with you tomorrow.”

“I know where you work, girl,” she joked and made her way back to her side of the compound.

You laughed it off. Yeah, no, Dana was definitely crazy. You worked closely with Captain America and the Falcon, but you were just there, in the background, helping with security systems, maps, basically being their eyes and ears when they were on the field.

However, maybe Dana was right: once you reached your table, you found a bottle of Gatorade and a package of salted nuts, with a small note, “Hope this helps” followed by a smiley face and an attempt of drawing a little falcon.

Dana made sure you didn’t skip any meals or anything, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of her words and Joaquín’s action. So you decided it was worth it to test if her observation was right.

On Wednesdays, if they weren’t out of town or the country for a mission, Sam would bring Isaiah to the compound for a challenging training session. Most of the attendees would barely survive it, and it was your perfect excuse to test the theory.

You were just on the outside of the ring, watching Isaiah point out the flaws and, well, mostly the flaws, on each persons’ fighting technique. You stopped just a few feet from Joaquín, checking the corners of your vision to make sure he was still there.

One moment you were fine, the next your body was falling backwards, slowly. And then two arms were locked around your shoulders and you missed hitting the floor — again.

“Shit, are you ok?” Joaquín quickly got you up and led you to a bench.

“Yeah, sorry. I got lightheaded after my round,” you delivered your line like you planned, no more than an hour ago. “Thanks for catching me. Again.”

“Oh, no worries. Do you want to see a doctor or anything? Maybe you should.” He looked quite concerned.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll just get more water and probably tap out my next round.”

“That’s wiser,” he got up and looked over his shoulder, to where Sam looked a little bit suspicious, and added, “you did good today. So pat yourself on the back.”

“Thanks, Joaquín.”

You never got out of the training room so fast in your life. Dana totally skipped the training — her middle forty joints were her excuse —, but was happy to hear all the details over dinner at her place — with her husband spying to understand why you would be so secretive with girls’ talk. Until he caught up and gave his insights: you were either lucky that the lightning struck twice at the same place, or Dana was really right.

“You know I’m right, I was right when I met you,” she pointed out.

“Even if you’re right,” you let your head fall into your hand, “I can’t do this.”

“Why not? You clearly have feelings for him,” her husband added.

“Because I am me. C’mon, guys, the Falcon dating a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, yeah, of course, very likely to happen.” You rolled your eyes. “He just probably has, like, some enhanced senses, I don’t know, anything they are doing to the future Avengers these days is definitely working.”

“You’re so silly, sometimes,” Dana poured more wine into your glasses. “Hear me out, you could try during the upcoming gala. You were invited, right?”

“Oh, I know this look,” he pointed to his wife. “Buckle up, kid.”

The Annual S.H.I.E.L.D. Gala was hosted for the workers, but also for the Senators and politicians to do business with VIP people. A S.H.I.E.L.D. officer would just be another face amongst the crowd, which granted you the free pass to pick something that would steal all the attention from a certain hero. Something breathtaking, but also subtle.

You got your hair and make up done the way you like, all in to complement your green dress, in a shade it would both compliment your skin and send a message. And the dress itself was highlighting your best features, while also showing some skin on the neckline and the back. Thinking backwards, you find this decision kinda stupid, but Dana was convincing enough.

“So, the other day we were at the grocery store and—”, Dana’s husband was talking about their funny encounter when she shushed him.

“Don’t look now, but a birdie is moving towards us,” she whispered, her eyes locked on Joaquín.

“I’ll make a fool of myself!”

“You won’t! And Josh will hold you if anything goes wrong.” She pressed her champagne flute to her lips. “Ok, now.”

You took a step back, just enough to look like you were out of balance, before letting your body fall again. You were prepared for the worst, but magically a pair of hands found their way to your exposed back. You opened your eyes and had an upside down look on Joaquín.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” His smile was playful. He helped you get back on your feet. “Are you alright?”

“Better now,” you batted your eyelashes and smiled. Joaquín looked amazing on the all dark blue suit he picked for the night. His hair was stylised, and he looked like a supermodel.

“Oh, Captain Torres, she is so stubborn. I told her to go see a doctor, but she refused to,” Dana was giving her all for a Best Supporting Actress that night. And her husband was holding his expression as best as he could.

“Funny, I told her myself a few weeks ago,” his eyes narrowed, and you prayed that your cheeks didn’t start burning red.

“You know what? I’m gonna go check if my blood pressure isn’t acting up again,” you went for a not so subtle French exit. “I’ll see you guys later.”

You slipped out of the small circle before your face caught on fire. You found the bathroom, taking slow deep breaths in front of the mirror. No, Dana couldn’t be right. You were in a room full of people, and still Joaquín was the one acting faster enough to prevent a disaster. No, it was just luck, right?

There was no way he was paying that close of an attention to you, to your moves, to how you were standing in the middle of a crowd.

Oh, damn.

Dana was right.

And you weren’t making your life easier when you walked out of the bathroom, going after a drink for you to drown the feelings you tried to keep on the bay.

It was almost two weeks later when you let yourself fall into the couch in a small room you’ve made a base of on the coast of Mexico. You were out there for a mission, and the last fifteen minutes pumped more adrenaline into your bloodstream than your whole life all together. You watched Sam and Joaquín take off and fly back to the base.

And your feelings? Unfortunately you’ve been carrying them around every single day, trying to not show how you’ve fallen for Joaquín faster than you could’ve imagined. And now you were splashed all around the floor, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey! Did you see me kick that guy? It was awesome!” You’re not surprised when Joaquín entered the room, helmet in hand. Still high on his own adrenaline, as per usual.

“Yeah, I saw that, Torres.” You agitated your hand, and he noticed you on the couch.

“¿Estás bien, chica?”

“Yup, just tired.”

“I know you’re not really fainting,” he blurted out, not really looking at you anymore. He was more concerned with removing his wings after a long day. “I mean, the first time you did look like a ghost, but after that? You were faking it, right?”

Your heart froze. You would look better if you’d come clean, right?

“First time was real, but the other two were my friend’s idea. She had this stupid theory,” and you shut yourself up before the explanation started to sound cheesy. “Nevermind.”

“No, por favor, enlighten me. What was her theory?”  

“No, it’s so stupid.”

You tried to shake it off, but Joaquín and his amazing agility got him closer to you in no time. His attentive hazel eyes were on you, and your cheeks heated up.

“She said you probably catched me the first time because you were paying attention to me, not to the debrief,” your voice died on your throat at every word, until the silence filled the space between you too. “So the other two times, it was a test.”

Joaquín watched you, expressionless face.

“So you were, let me get this right,” he took two steps back, then moved his body back and forth, and looked at you, “Oh my, Joaquín, please, I’m gonna…”

While you knew you fell like a potato bag every single time it happened in the last few weeks, Joaquín gracefully fell over your body on the couch, his arms catching him and avoiding a nasty collision between you. His face was a few inches from yours, the biggest grin on his lips, and if he got one inch closer, you bet he could’ve heard your heart beat.

“I think I reenacted it perfectly.”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” you tried to avoid his eyes. “I was just…”

“You were…” He was still pushing you to say what has been boiling over for weeks now.

“I told you I was faking it! What else do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. You tell me, cariño.”

You rolled your eyes. Such a tease. And you had to fight back.

“So you were really paying attention to me, hm?”

“What if I was?”

“It means Dana is right,” you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah, she is,” he looked from your eyes to your lips. “Please don’t do that again.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you wanted me to hold you,” his right hand held your waist, “or kiss you, you just needed to ask.”

You smiled.

Maybe you had fallen for Joaquín more than two times, but he definitely fell harder for you.

a/n: hope you guys liked it! i'm writing a few oneshots and drabbles with joaquín, and i hope to get them posted sometime next week. also huge shout out to @live-love-be-unique for the feedback and encouragement! you're all welcome to send some ideas or requests my way via asks or dm!

[translatemunson]

so glad you loved it! i have a few more fluffy ideas sitting on my notes, and i hope to post a tooth rotting fluff drabble next week 🩵

falling for you

or 3 times you fell for joaquín + the 1 time he fell for you

joaquín torres x female!reader cw: female!reader, mentions of a dress, no description of reader's feature (tried to keep it as open as possible), faintings, stupid ideas, fluff

The first time it happened, it was a coincidence.

You were watching a debrief standing on your feet — the room was packed, which was a little bit unusual — when your vision started to go black. You tried to hold on into anything, but it was too late to save yourself from a nasty fall.

One minute you’re watching the debrief, the next you have three concerned faces around you from above. You’re definitely on the floor. The lady murmurs a quiet “Thank god.”

“Hey,” Joaquín called your name softly, entering your line of sight, “you alright, chica?”

“Yeah, I just,” you felt a pair of hands supporting your back while you sat up, “low blood pressure.”

“You sure?”

“Afirmative.”

Your answer was enough for the two people to turn their attention back to the presentation. Joaquín watched you closely, helping you to get back on your feet. The debrief was going full force in the background, and while you knew you could pick up the reports and images later, you made the decision to stay until the end. A Lieutenant offered his chair for you, and you’re able to watch everything.

When you were walking back to the Captain America headquarters on the compound, Dana, one of the Senior Intelligence Officers you worked closely with, intercepted you. “Hey, don’t go around skipping lunch anymore.”

“I didn’t, I had a snack between tasks,” you explained yourself.

“I see.” She pointed towards your files and the tablet screen on your hands. “You should’ve seen how Captain Joaquín Torres catched you like, wow, so fast. Like he was paying attention to you, not to the Admiral.”

“You’re crazy,” you scanned your badge on the door. “I promise to have lunch with you tomorrow.”

“I know where you work, girl,” she joked and made her way back to her side of the compound.

You laughed it off. Yeah, no, Dana was definitely crazy. You worked closely with Captain America and the Falcon, but you were just there, in the background, helping with security systems, maps, basically being their eyes and ears when they were on the field.

However, maybe Dana was right: once you reached your table, you found a bottle of Gatorade and a package of salted nuts, with a small note, “Hope this helps” followed by a smiley face and an attempt of drawing a little falcon.

Dana made sure you didn’t skip any meals or anything, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of her words and Joaquín’s action. So you decided it was worth it to test if her observation was right.

On Wednesdays, if they weren’t out of town or the country for a mission, Sam would bring Isaiah to the compound for a challenging training session. Most of the attendees would barely survive it, and it was your perfect excuse to test the theory.

You were just on the outside of the ring, watching Isaiah point out the flaws and, well, mostly the flaws, on each persons’ fighting technique. You stopped just a few feet from Joaquín, checking the corners of your vision to make sure he was still there.

One moment you were fine, the next your body was falling backwards, slowly. And then two arms were locked around your shoulders and you missed hitting the floor — again.

“Shit, are you ok?” Joaquín quickly got you up and led you to a bench.

“Yeah, sorry. I got lightheaded after my round,” you delivered your line like you planned, no more than an hour ago. “Thanks for catching me. Again.”

“Oh, no worries. Do you want to see a doctor or anything? Maybe you should.” He looked quite concerned.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll just get more water and probably tap out my next round.”

“That’s wiser,” he got up and looked over his shoulder, to where Sam looked a little bit suspicious, and added, “you did good today. So pat yourself on the back.”

“Thanks, Joaquín.”

You never got out of the training room so fast in your life. Dana totally skipped the training — her middle forty joints were her excuse —, but was happy to hear all the details over dinner at her place — with her husband spying to understand why you would be so secretive with girls’ talk. Until he caught up and gave his insights: you were either lucky that the lightning struck twice at the same place, or Dana was really right.

“You know I’m right, I was right when I met you,” she pointed out.

“Even if you’re right,” you let your head fall into your hand, “I can’t do this.”

“Why not? You clearly have feelings for him,” her husband added.

“Because I am me. C’mon, guys, the Falcon dating a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, yeah, of course, very likely to happen.” You rolled your eyes. “He just probably has, like, some enhanced senses, I don’t know, anything they are doing to the future Avengers these days is definitely working.”

“You’re so silly, sometimes,” Dana poured more wine into your glasses. “Hear me out, you could try during the upcoming gala. You were invited, right?”

“Oh, I know this look,” he pointed to his wife. “Buckle up, kid.”

The Annual S.H.I.E.L.D. Gala was hosted for the workers, but also for the Senators and politicians to do business with VIP people. A S.H.I.E.L.D. officer would just be another face amongst the crowd, which granted you the free pass to pick something that would steal all the attention from a certain hero. Something breathtaking, but also subtle.

You got your hair and make up done the way you like, all in to complement your green dress, in a shade it would both compliment your skin and send a message. And the dress itself was highlighting your best features, while also showing some skin on the neckline and the back. Thinking backwards, you find this decision kinda stupid, but Dana was convincing enough.

“So, the other day we were at the grocery store and—”, Dana’s husband was talking about their funny encounter when she shushed him.

“Don’t look now, but a birdie is moving towards us,” she whispered, her eyes locked on Joaquín.

“I’ll make a fool of myself!”

“You won’t! And Josh will hold you if anything goes wrong.” She pressed her champagne flute to her lips. “Ok, now.”

You took a step back, just enough to look like you were out of balance, before letting your body fall again. You were prepared for the worst, but magically a pair of hands found their way to your exposed back. You opened your eyes and had an upside down look on Joaquín.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” His smile was playful. He helped you get back on your feet. “Are you alright?”

“Better now,” you batted your eyelashes and smiled. Joaquín looked amazing on the all dark blue suit he picked for the night. His hair was stylised, and he looked like a supermodel.

“Oh, Captain Torres, she is so stubborn. I told her to go see a doctor, but she refused to,” Dana was giving her all for a Best Supporting Actress that night. And her husband was holding his expression as best as he could.

“Funny, I told her myself a few weeks ago,” his eyes narrowed, and you prayed that your cheeks didn’t start burning red.

“You know what? I’m gonna go check if my blood pressure isn’t acting up again,” you went for a not so subtle French exit. “I’ll see you guys later.”

You slipped out of the small circle before your face caught on fire. You found the bathroom, taking slow deep breaths in front of the mirror. No, Dana couldn’t be right. You were in a room full of people, and still Joaquín was the one acting faster enough to prevent a disaster. No, it was just luck, right?

There was no way he was paying that close of an attention to you, to your moves, to how you were standing in the middle of a crowd.

Oh, damn.

Dana was right.

And you weren’t making your life easier when you walked out of the bathroom, going after a drink for you to drown the feelings you tried to keep on the bay.

It was almost two weeks later when you let yourself fall into the couch in a small room you’ve made a base of on the coast of Mexico. You were out there for a mission, and the last fifteen minutes pumped more adrenaline into your bloodstream than your whole life all together. You watched Sam and Joaquín take off and fly back to the base.

And your feelings? Unfortunately you’ve been carrying them around every single day, trying to not show how you’ve fallen for Joaquín faster than you could’ve imagined. And now you were splashed all around the floor, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey! Did you see me kick that guy? It was awesome!” You’re not surprised when Joaquín entered the room, helmet in hand. Still high on his own adrenaline, as per usual.

“Yeah, I saw that, Torres.” You agitated your hand, and he noticed you on the couch.

“¿Estás bien, chica?”

“Yup, just tired.”

“I know you’re not really fainting,” he blurted out, not really looking at you anymore. He was more concerned with removing his wings after a long day. “I mean, the first time you did look like a ghost, but after that? You were faking it, right?”

Your heart froze. You would look better if you’d come clean, right?

“First time was real, but the other two were my friend’s idea. She had this stupid theory,” and you shut yourself up before the explanation started to sound cheesy. “Nevermind.”

“No, por favor, enlighten me. What was her theory?”  

“No, it’s so stupid.”

You tried to shake it off, but Joaquín and his amazing agility got him closer to you in no time. His attentive hazel eyes were on you, and your cheeks heated up.

“She said you probably catched me the first time because you were paying attention to me, not to the debrief,” your voice died on your throat at every word, until the silence filled the space between you too. “So the other two times, it was a test.”

Joaquín watched you, expressionless face.

“So you were, let me get this right,” he took two steps back, then moved his body back and forth, and looked at you, “Oh my, Joaquín, please, I’m gonna…”

While you knew you fell like a potato bag every single time it happened in the last few weeks, Joaquín gracefully fell over your body on the couch, his arms catching him and avoiding a nasty collision between you. His face was a few inches from yours, the biggest grin on his lips, and if he got one inch closer, you bet he could’ve heard your heart beat.

“I think I reenacted it perfectly.”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” you tried to avoid his eyes. “I was just…”

“You were…” He was still pushing you to say what has been boiling over for weeks now.

“I told you I was faking it! What else do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. You tell me, cariño.”

You rolled your eyes. Such a tease. And you had to fight back.

“So you were really paying attention to me, hm?”

“What if I was?”

“It means Dana is right,” you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah, she is,” he looked from your eyes to your lips. “Please don’t do that again.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you wanted me to hold you,” his right hand held your waist, “or kiss you, you just needed to ask.”

You smiled.

Maybe you had fallen for Joaquín more than two times, but he definitely fell harder for you.

a/n: hope you guys liked it! i'm writing a few oneshots and drabbles with joaquín, and i hope to get them posted sometime next week. also huge shout out to @live-love-be-unique for the feedback and encouragement! you're all welcome to send some ideas or requests my way via asks or dm!

[translatemunson]

falling for you

or 3 times you fell for joaquín + the 1 time he fell for you

joaquín torres x female!reader cw: female!reader, mentions of a dress, no description of reader's feature (tried to keep it as open as possible), faintings, stupid ideas, fluff

The first time it happened, it was a coincidence.

You were watching a debrief standing on your feet — the room was packed, which was a little bit unusual — when your vision started to go black. You tried to hold on into anything, but it was too late to save yourself from a nasty fall.

One minute you’re watching the debrief, the next you have three concerned faces around you from above. You’re definitely on the floor. The lady murmurs a quiet “Thank god.”

“Hey,” Joaquín called your name softly, entering your line of sight, “you alright, chica?”

“Yeah, I just,” you felt a pair of hands supporting your back while you sat up, “low blood pressure.”

“You sure?”

“Afirmative.”

Your answer was enough for the two people to turn their attention back to the presentation. Joaquín watched you closely, helping you to get back on your feet. The debrief was going full force in the background, and while you knew you could pick up the reports and images later, you made the decision to stay until the end. A Lieutenant offered his chair for you, and you’re able to watch everything.

When you were walking back to the Captain America headquarters on the compound, Dana, one of the Senior Intelligence Officers you worked closely with, intercepted you. “Hey, don’t go around skipping lunch anymore.”

“I didn’t, I had a snack between tasks,” you explained yourself.

“I see.” She pointed towards your files and the tablet screen on your hands. “You should’ve seen how Captain Joaquín Torres catched you like, wow, so fast. Like he was paying attention to you, not to the Admiral.”

“You’re crazy,” you scanned your badge on the door. “I promise to have lunch with you tomorrow.”

“I know where you work, girl,” she joked and made her way back to her side of the compound.

You laughed it off. Yeah, no, Dana was definitely crazy. You worked closely with Captain America and the Falcon, but you were just there, in the background, helping with security systems, maps, basically being their eyes and ears when they were on the field.

However, maybe Dana was right: once you reached your table, you found a bottle of Gatorade and a package of salted nuts, with a small note, “Hope this helps” followed by a smiley face and an attempt of drawing a little falcon.

Dana made sure you didn’t skip any meals or anything, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of her words and Joaquín’s action. So you decided it was worth it to test if her observation was right.

On Wednesdays, if they weren’t out of town or the country for a mission, Sam would bring Isaiah to the compound for a challenging training session. Most of the attendees would barely survive it, and it was your perfect excuse to test the theory.

You were just on the outside of the ring, watching Isaiah point out the flaws and, well, mostly the flaws, on each persons’ fighting technique. You stopped just a few feet from Joaquín, checking the corners of your vision to make sure he was still there.

One moment you were fine, the next your body was falling backwards, slowly. And then two arms were locked around your shoulders and you missed hitting the floor — again.

“Shit, are you ok?” Joaquín quickly got you up and led you to a bench.

“Yeah, sorry. I got lightheaded after my round,” you delivered your line like you planned, no more than an hour ago. “Thanks for catching me. Again.”

“Oh, no worries. Do you want to see a doctor or anything? Maybe you should.” He looked quite concerned.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll just get more water and probably tap out my next round.”

“That’s wiser,” he got up and looked over his shoulder, to where Sam looked a little bit suspicious, and added, “you did good today. So pat yourself on the back.”

“Thanks, Joaquín.”

You never got out of the training room so fast in your life. Dana totally skipped the training — her middle forty joints were her excuse —, but was happy to hear all the details over dinner at her place — with her husband spying to understand why you would be so secretive with girls’ talk. Until he caught up and gave his insights: you were either lucky that the lightning struck twice at the same place, or Dana was really right.

“You know I’m right, I was right when I met you,” she pointed out.

“Even if you’re right,” you let your head fall into your hand, “I can’t do this.”

“Why not? You clearly have feelings for him,” her husband added.

“Because I am me. C’mon, guys, the Falcon dating a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, yeah, of course, very likely to happen.” You rolled your eyes. “He just probably has, like, some enhanced senses, I don’t know, anything they are doing to the future Avengers these days is definitely working.”

“You’re so silly, sometimes,” Dana poured more wine into your glasses. “Hear me out, you could try during the upcoming gala. You were invited, right?”

“Oh, I know this look,” he pointed to his wife. “Buckle up, kid.”

The Annual S.H.I.E.L.D. Gala was hosted for the workers, but also for the Senators and politicians to do business with VIP people. A S.H.I.E.L.D. officer would just be another face amongst the crowd, which granted you the free pass to pick something that would steal all the attention from a certain hero. Something breathtaking, but also subtle.

You got your hair and make up done the way you like, all in to complement your green dress, in a shade it would both compliment your skin and send a message. And the dress itself was highlighting your best features, while also showing some skin on the neckline and the back. Thinking backwards, you find this decision kinda stupid, but Dana was convincing enough.

“So, the other day we were at the grocery store and—”, Dana’s husband was talking about their funny encounter when she shushed him.

“Don’t look now, but a birdie is moving towards us,” she whispered, her eyes locked on Joaquín.

“I’ll make a fool of myself!”

“You won’t! And Josh will hold you if anything goes wrong.” She pressed her champagne flute to her lips. “Ok, now.”

You took a step back, just enough to look like you were out of balance, before letting your body fall again. You were prepared for the worst, but magically a pair of hands found their way to your exposed back. You opened your eyes and had an upside down look on Joaquín.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” His smile was playful. He helped you get back on your feet. “Are you alright?”

“Better now,” you batted your eyelashes and smiled. Joaquín looked amazing on the all dark blue suit he picked for the night. His hair was stylised, and he looked like a supermodel.

“Oh, Captain Torres, she is so stubborn. I told her to go see a doctor, but she refused to,” Dana was giving her all for a Best Supporting Actress that night. And her husband was holding his expression as best as he could.

“Funny, I told her myself a few weeks ago,” his eyes narrowed, and you prayed that your cheeks didn’t start burning red.

“You know what? I’m gonna go check if my blood pressure isn’t acting up again,” you went for a not so subtle French exit. “I’ll see you guys later.”

You slipped out of the small circle before your face caught on fire. You found the bathroom, taking slow deep breaths in front of the mirror. No, Dana couldn’t be right. You were in a room full of people, and still Joaquín was the one acting faster enough to prevent a disaster. No, it was just luck, right?

There was no way he was paying that close of an attention to you, to your moves, to how you were standing in the middle of a crowd.

Oh, damn.

Dana was right.

And you weren’t making your life easier when you walked out of the bathroom, going after a drink for you to drown the feelings you tried to keep on the bay.

It was almost two weeks later when you let yourself fall into the couch in a small room you’ve made a base of on the coast of Mexico. You were out there for a mission, and the last fifteen minutes pumped more adrenaline into your bloodstream than your whole life all together. You watched Sam and Joaquín take off and fly back to the base.

And your feelings? Unfortunately you’ve been carrying them around every single day, trying to not show how you’ve fallen for Joaquín faster than you could’ve imagined. And now you were splashed all around the floor, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey! Did you see me kick that guy? It was awesome!” You’re not surprised when Joaquín entered the room, helmet in hand. Still high on his own adrenaline, as per usual.

“Yeah, I saw that, Torres.” You agitated your hand, and he noticed you on the couch.

“¿Estás bien, chica?”

“Yup, just tired.”

“I know you’re not really fainting,” he blurted out, not really looking at you anymore. He was more concerned with removing his wings after a long day. “I mean, the first time you did look like a ghost, but after that? You were faking it, right?”

Your heart froze. You would look better if you’d come clean, right?

“First time was real, but the other two were my friend’s idea. She had this stupid theory,” and you shut yourself up before the explanation started to sound cheesy. “Nevermind.”

“No, por favor, enlighten me. What was her theory?”  

“No, it’s so stupid.”

You tried to shake it off, but Joaquín and his amazing agility got him closer to you in no time. His attentive hazel eyes were on you, and your cheeks heated up.

“She said you probably catched me the first time because you were paying attention to me, not to the debrief,” your voice died on your throat at every word, until the silence filled the space between you too. “So the other two times, it was a test.”

Joaquín watched you, expressionless face.

“So you were, let me get this right,” he took two steps back, then moved his body back and forth, and looked at you, “Oh my, Joaquín, please, I’m gonna…”

While you knew you fell like a potato bag every single time it happened in the last few weeks, Joaquín gracefully fell over your body on the couch, his arms catching him and avoiding a nasty collision between you. His face was a few inches from yours, the biggest grin on his lips, and if he got one inch closer, you bet he could’ve heard your heart beat.

“I think I reenacted it perfectly.”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” you tried to avoid his eyes. “I was just…”

“You were…” He was still pushing you to say what has been boiling over for weeks now.

“I told you I was faking it! What else do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. You tell me, cariño.”

You rolled your eyes. Such a tease. And you had to fight back.

“So you were really paying attention to me, hm?”

“What if I was?”

“It means Dana is right,” you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah, she is,” he looked from your eyes to your lips. “Please don’t do that again.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you wanted me to hold you,” his right hand held your waist, “or kiss you, you just needed to ask.”

You smiled.

Maybe you had fallen for Joaquín more than two times, but he definitely fell harder for you.

a/n: hope you guys liked it! i'm writing a few oneshots and drabbles with joaquín, and i hope to get them posted sometime next week. also huge shout out to @live-love-be-unique for the feedback and encouragement! you're all welcome to send some ideas or requests my way via asks or dm!