#joaquín torres x black!reader

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❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐣𝐨𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — i don't want to just be a passing ship in the night; what's that tradition about the bridal party? the groomsman and the maid of honor always hook up?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 8.4K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, penetrative sex, anal play, strangers to lovers, wedding shenanigans, groom & maid of honor shenanigans, slow burn, slight angst (it's me lol), honorifics (pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, baby girl)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — yay for this finally seeing the light of day! and i've been to two weddings now so i can write from experience and i'm excited all over again lol. this also was a behemoth so yay for that

The warm summer air kissed along the tops of your shoulders, skirting your coils along in its stride. The low hum of smooth jazz played behind you as you took a sip of the wine you’d been nursing for the better part of an hour and let out a breath. 

You heard your name. “There you are!”

Well, shit. 

You playfully groaned and turned to face your older sister, the soon-to-be Mrs. Samuel Wilson. “Damn it! I thought this was the best hiding place!”

Nikki chuckled and bumped her shoulder against yours. “You haven’t won a game of hide and seek against me since you’ve been born. Give it up.” She tipped her chin to the half full wine glass. “Sam said he saw you knock back two flutes of champagne and then you disappeared. You good?”

“Yeah. Well, no.” You shook your head. “I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t worry,” Nikki said, looping her arm through her yours. “You’re one of the best speakers I know.”

“I guess.”

Nikki knitted her brows together. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes flitted to the lilac sky. “Do you miss them? Mom and Dad?”

“You haven’t asked about them in years.”

You raised a shoulder. “I don’t know. I was just thinking earlier that you’re getting married tomorrow and that they weren’t going to be here. You’d think that they’d remember they have children for more than two seconds, y’know? Their eldest child is getting married, for Christ’s sake!” 

Arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you backward. Though you were several inches taller than your sister, the hugs she gave dwarfed you both. You circled your arms around Nikki’s waist and buried your face in the curve of her shoulder. 

“You’re such a worrier.” Nikki pulled back and put a hand on your cheek. “You are all the family I need to be here. Fuck what anyone else has to say about it.”

“But Sam — ”

“Sam loves me, with or without parents. He knew that coming into this relationship and hasn’t left yet.” Her lips pulled into a half smile. “Besides, who else is going to deal with me post-wedding?”

You gave her a flat look. “Your husband, dumbass.”

“Nope,” Nikki sang. “My loving, favorite baby sister will be.”

“I’m your only sibling, Nik.” You moved out of your sister’s embrace, a smile working its way to your lips. “Now you’re being gooey and that’s gross. We can’t let them know that we actually like each other.”

“Shut up. You love me.” A voice called to her from behind. “I’ll be right there!” She looked back to you. “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah.” You waved her off. “I’ll meet you inside in a bit.” 

“Okay.” Nikki pulled you in for another hug. “Be quick.” She turned and walked to her fiancé’s proffered hand. His gaze found yours for a half a second before he gave her a soft smile. 

You loved Sam; he was the safe harbor that Nikki needed after spending the better part of her teenage and young adult life taking care of you. Of course, Nikki took it all in stride and assured you that she wouldn’t have changed her life for another one. 

But when Sam came into her life, there was someone else to share her burdens with. Someone to confide in with things you couldn’t understand. She found an equal, a man ready to include her in every aspect of his life. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner for Nikki. 

But a part of you — a small, insecure part you often had to force down — felt out of place in their world. You were the kid sister, the child Nikki raised when she was barely older than a child herself. What place would you have in her life once they were married? 

Yes, you’d been on your own for quite a few years since Nikki and Sam met but you always came back home to them. That would all change after Saturday. 

No. 

You were happy, ecstatic. This weekend wasn’t about you and your woes. It was about celebrating two people you loved most in the world. 

Sam called out to you, worry in his tone. 

“Coming!” You took one more look up at the sky before making the trek back to the hotel.

“Whose side are you from?”

You turned towards the voice beside you, your glass hovering in front of your lips. “Excuse me?”

A few errant black curls poorly masked deep-set and sharp dark eyes that burned into yours. Amused by your response, his lips quirked at the ends. “Are you from the bride’s side or the groom’s?”

“Oh.” You set your glass down. “Maid of honor and sister to the bride.”

Recognition colored his features, his index finger raised to you. “Sam told me about you!” 

Your brows pulled down. “That sounds ominous.” 

“No, no! I mean, they were all good things, I swear! Just —” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m messing this up.”

“Oh, most definitely,” you said, smiling. “But keep going. I want to see where this goes.”

He smiled and leaned in close, giving you a once over. “How about this?” He held up a hand. “My name is Joaquín Torres. My friends call me Joaco. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

A corner of your mouth quirked up as you took his hand and said your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“So is this your first? Wedding, I mean.”

“It is. None of my friends are anywhere near being ready to walk the aisle,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “You?”

His smile was bright as he playfully motioned to himself. It did something to you, prickled your skin and tightened your belly. “I’m a professional groomsman.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I don’t know what it is, but whenever my friends get married, they immediately think of me. I’m pretty sure I went to, like, seven weddings last summer.”

You held up your glass to him. “Impressive. Have you ever been best man?”

Joaquín smiled, his right cheek dimpling. “Not yet.”

“Same here.” You clapped a hand to your face. “I mean, that it’s my first time being maid of honor.” 

He laughed quietly. “You’re fine.”

“Please, talk more so that I can push down my embarrassment.” 

“Okay, uh, where are you coming from?” 

“Technically, I’m visiting from Georgia, but I’m from New York. Brooklyn.”

Joaquín raised a brow. “What’s in Georgia?”

You let out a half-scoff, half-chuckle, your index finger circling the mouth of your glass. “I just got out of a shitty relationship with this guy a few months back, so I impulsively took a remote position in Atlanta.”

“Well, that’s…interesting.”

“I have the lovely tendency to fall in love recklessly and hopelessly.” You took a long sip of your drink. “Even if I know that that person doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Beats being so oblivious that you don’t even notice when people like you and you spend most of your time pining over them just for them to say that they were flirting the whole time.”

“If I were flirting with you, you’d know,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. 

Your name left his tongue in a drawl. “Are you coming onto me?”

Your face warmed. You gave a weak snort. “Yeah, right. Don’t flatter yourself.” Joaquín’s knuckles brushed up against the back of your fingers. You gripped your glass tighter. “So, I guess that means we’re aisle buddies, huh?” 

Aisle buddies? Really?

“We are. I promise not to let you fall.”

You raised a brow. “Did you just quote Twilight to me?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He tipped his chin to your glass. “Rum and Coke?”

“Jack and Coke. They only had spiced rum and I’m not a fan.”

“I love a girl who loves her whiskey.” 

You laughed. “You’d have especially liked me in college, then. I was a whiskey drinking machine.” You splayed your free hand along the top of the bar. “Was even known to dance on a few tables.”

“Now that I’d love to see.”

You knocked back the rest of your drink and put a hand on Joaquín’s knee, a smile creeping onto your lips. You were no stranger to a little harmless flirting every now and again. But here, with this bright, infectious man, your words could mean something headier. Something more…suggestive. “Those days are behind me.” 

“Well now I’m sad that I didn’t get a chance to see you in your prime.”

You rested your chin on your palm, giving him a once over. “We can’t be that far apart in age, can we? You’re, like, twenty-nine at minimum.”

Joaquín leaned closer, his cologne permeating your senses. “I just turned twenty-eight.”

“So, a year older, depending on your birthday,” you quipped, “good to know I’m not the only twenty-something in the wedding party.” 

You went back and forth like this for some time. You shared childhood stories of you and Nikki and he told you stories about his and Sam’s time in university. 

“You don’t peg me as the frat guy type,” you remarked at one point. 

“I get that a lot. I was a freshman by the time Sam and Steve were chapter president and vice president, respectively. ” He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle passing his lips. “I honestly didn’t think I’d get in. I bullshitted through the rush questions and barely made it through the challenges but, somehow, I got in.”

You smiled. “And made a new friend as dorky as you are.”

Joaquín laughed. “Sam’s great. I couldn’t have asked for a better frat brother. I was really surprised when he asked me to be one of his groomsmen. I haven’t really kept in touch as well as I wanted to, but it’s been great seeing him and hanging out with him again.”

“That’s sweet. His best man, Steve, is the blond, right?”

He nodded. “They’ve been friends since they were in high school, I think. Their friend, Bucky, is also a groomsman.”

“I practically begged Nikki to have one of her friends or her sorors be her maid of honor and she looked at me like I was crazy.”

“Sam said that she basically raised you.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “He’s such a sweetheart. Our parents are narcissists, to put it plainly. They love each other fine, but they couldn’t extend that to us. At first, it was just leaving an eight year old Nikki in charge of a two year old for a couple hours every other week. Then, they wouldn’t come home some days. 

“Nikki made the best of it, though. She’d make sure that I never realized how bad things were until I was old enough to understand. By then, we were living with our grandmother and she finally got to be a teenager, you know?” You dabbed at your eyes. “She took it harder than I did. She knew our parents longer so them leaving hurt her more than it ever could me.”

“I’m sorry.” Joaquín put a hand on your elbow. “Your parents don’t deserve either one of you.”

You waved him off. “I know. I’m just glad that she gets her own happiness for once. Sam’s a good guy.” You gave a light shrug. “And he likes me for some reason which makes me question his sanity.”

“I’ve only known you for,” he glanced at his wristwatch, “a little over two hours and I like you.”

“You barely know me enough to say that you like me.”

“So let me get to know you, then. We have all weekend, don’t we?”

The DJ announced last call and you both locked gazes. Gooseflesh spread along your arms and your heart beat against your chest. Your hand was still above his knee, fingers splayed out wide. Your eyes were on him but focused on hazy thoughts in your head. What would his lips feel like if you touched the very tip of your finger against them? Your lips?

He was probably a great kisser. Dominant, needy —

“Hey.”

You blinked and snatched your hand away. “Sorry! I, uh — just a little tipsy, I guess.”

Joaquín smiled. “It’s fine. I was saying that it was getting late and I could walk you up to your room.”

“No, I’m good. The walk should sober me up some.” You stood up. “It was nice meeting you, Joaquín Torres.”

“You, too. I’ll be the best aisle buddy you’ve ever had.” 

“You’re going to hold that against me all weekend, aren’t you?”

He ran a hand through his curls. “I’m going to run it into the ground.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile creeping up on your lips, and turned on your heel to leave.

Despite being a tad bit hungover, you were still fairly refreshed.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Joaquín, your mind making him a feature in a hazy dream you half-remembered. There was a genuineness to him that you admired, a warmth that you wanted bask in for a long time. The way that he gave you his undivided attention as you rambled or even when you weren’t speaking made your heart flutter in your chest.

What was that saying about the bridal party and groomsmen at weddings? 

“Nice to see you again, aisle buddy.”

Speak of the Devil. 

Your lips quirked. “Good morning, Mr. Torres.”

He ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Unlike the slicked back style from last night, the longer part of his hair was set in loose curls and fell in his eyes. The barest hint of a five o’ clock shadow lined his angular cheeks and jaw. He was so damn attractive. So unfair. 

“How did you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you.” He gave you a warm smile. “And yourself?”

You hummed as you lifted your shoulders in a shrug. “Pretty good.” You pointed a thumb over your shoulder. “Did you see the omelet bar the hotel has going?”

“I did. I got a veggie omelet and turkey bacon.” He held up his coffee mug. “Did you get any coffee? They said it’s Colombian.”

You shook your head and nodded to your teacup. “I’m weaning myself off of caffeine.” You tipped your chin towards the slip of paper beside his plate. “Is that the itinerary Nikki slid under everyone’s doors?”

“It is. On today’s agenda: ballroom dancing from noon to one; walking tour of the church from one-thirty to two-fifteen; the bridal party and the groomsmen go to their final fittings at three-thirty.” He shook his head and chuckled. “She’s efficient, your sister.”

“She’s been planning this day since she, like, was eleven.” You took a piece of turkey bacon from Joaquín’s plate. You didn’t react to the flit of his gaze as he watched you bring the food to your lips. You chewed slowly, innocently, your eyes on his. 

The faintest hint of a smirk played at his lips. “You enjoying that bacon, sweetheart?”

“Very much.” You licked your lips and threw him a bright smile. “You should ask Nikki her about her wedding binder. She started making it when she was in middle school and finished it before my junior year of high school.”

“Sounds like my cousin, Luisa.” Joaquín playfully groaned. “When she was thirteen, she and my mother spent an entire Sunday afternoon cutting out pictures from bridal and travel magazines and doodling in the margins about her perfect wedding when she got older.”

“That’s adorable.”

“So what about you? Any wedding binders stashed in an old bedroom somewhere?”

“I haven’t put much thought into getting married. I mean, I guess sometime down the line I’d like to get married but maybe not, you know? Maybe I’m not the settling down type.” You lifted a shoulder and looked to Joaquín. “What about you? Is there someone back home you’re ready to settle down with?”

“I don’t know about that but there is someone that I’d love to get to know better.”

You playfully bumped your elbow with his. “Do they have a name?”

Joaquín gave a conspiratorial grin as he raised his mug to his lips. “I’ll tell you later.”

Sam called out to you, cackling. “Lookin’ good out there!”

“Fuck off, Wilson!” 

You turned back to Joaquín, rolling your eyes as the dance instructor yelled for you to loosen up. When you stepped on his foot for the third time, you winced. “Sorry!”

He chuckled as he gave your hips a reassuring squeeze. “You’re fine, Y/N. Just breathe.”

You nodded, your eyes going back to your feet. You don’t know how many months you spent begging your sister to take you out of the dance portion of the reception. Even as children, you were so awkward that you didn’t dare try to mimic the fluid rhythms your sister and cousins displayed. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch partners?” You nodded towards one of your sister’s sorority sisters. “Paula is a much better dancer and she’s really funny.”

Joaquín threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure she’s great but you’ve charmed me from the moment you very brazenly flirted with me at the bar. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

You snorted, small smile growing in the curves of your mouth. “Shut up. You flirted with me first.” 

“There’s that smile.” His fingers tapped your waist. “Follow my lead, okay? I’ve got you.”

The instructor clapped out another eight count and Joaquín swept you off of your feet, literally and figuratively. You beamed as you both glided across the floor, amazed that you hadn’t stopped the beautiful flow he was creating. 

“See? You’re a natural,” he said, pride in his tone. 

His warm gaze took the breath from your lungs so all you could do was nod. 

“All right, class!” The instructor clapped their hands. “That’s all for today! Great job!” They nodded to you and Joaquín. “Especially from you two.” 

Your face burned as your sister and her friends cheered. 

You turned to Joaquín. “You’re a saint, you know that?”

He waved off your words. “You’re not as bad as you think you are. Just got to let those nerves go.” He leaned in closer. “Did you want to grab lunch? There’s a little bistro near the hotel that I wanted to try. “

Nikki appeared suddenly, smiling at Joaquín. “You don’t mind me stealing your partner, do you?”

“Nikki — ”

“Don’t keep her away too long.” He’d said the words so casually, so easy. Like he’d been asked about the weather or what sports team he rooted for. “She still hasn’t told me more about her whiskey weekends.”

Your face warmed as your sister’s wide brown eyes found yours. “Whiskey weekends, huh?”

You ignored her, your eyes on him. “How about dinner instead? Seven okay?”

Joaquín’s cheeks dimpled as he smiled. “Seven is perfect.” He nodded to your sister. “She’s all yours, boss.”

“Bye, Joaquín.”

You grabbed Nikki’s wrist and dragged her towards the exit, her laugh echoing throughout the studio. When you reached the parking lot, you fixed her with a glare. “What the hell was that!”

She feigned surprise. “What?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She crossed her arms. “Joaco and I are —”

“So, it’s Joaco, now?” You groaned. “C’mon, anybody would have to blind to not see the way you two look at each other! He’s hot, you’re hot. What’s the problem?”

“Not the point,” you deadpanned. “I barely know him. We probably won’t even see each other after the wedding so what’s the point starting something we won’t finish?”

“Who says you won’t finish it? You literally told me last week that you were thinking of moving back.”

“He lives in the city?”

Nikki frowned. “Did he not tell you that? He and Sam work together. He used to live in Arizona but when Sam and Steve asked if he wanted to go into business with them, he relocated.”

That changed things. It had been easier to imagine a torrid coupling that ended with you never crossing paths again, but if he’d be living in the city — working with Sam, whose company wasn’t that far from where you lived — made your belly clench. 

“Huh.”

“Is that a ‘huh, I should listen to my sister for once and ask out the hot best man’ or ‘huh, I’m about to overthink everything because now said best man is going to be close’?”

You flattened your features. “You’re so funny.”

A shit-eating grin stretched across Nikki’s face. “And brilliant and all-knowing. Don’t forget that.” Her smile fell some and she gave you a solemn look. “You know I’m just messing with you, right?”

“I know.”

“Hey.” She put a hand to your cheek. “Don’t do that.”

Your brows canted. “Do what?”

“Make that face,” she gestured with her hands, “and start thinking that something’s wrong with you.”

“Isn’t there? I was with Dante for, what, six months? He’s probably the longest relationship I’ve ever had and I hated every second of it.” You pressed the heel of your palm against your forehead. “Maybe I’m not built for forever, y’know?”

Nikki gathered you into her arms. “You’re nothing like them, do you hear me?” 

“Maybe I am, Nik. Maybe all I want is the idea of someone but not the person themselves. I don’t want to do that to Joaquín. He’s so sweet and funny and I’m just —” 

She pulled back, a smile on her lips. “You have so much love and care to give and anyone would be lucky to get to be loved by you.”

The corner of your mouth lifted. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m your sister, I don’t have to spare your feelings. But should anything go awry, I’ll be there to protect you and help pick up the pieces.” She held up her pinky finger. “Swear.”

You chuckled and looped your finger around hers. “Swear.”

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

Nikki had insisted on taking you shopping for a new outfit and you’d decided on a beautiful, form-fitting brown satin dress that stopped just above your knees and brown chunky platform heels. You kept your makeup fairly neutral and let your curls frame your face and hang down your shoulders and back. Around your neck were a simple gold necklace stack and gold rings adorned your fingers. 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve built my ego tenfold.” Your eyes glanced around the restaurant. “You didn’t say how nice this place was. We could’ve gone somewhere cheaper.”

A wolfish grin curled at the corners of Joaquín’s mouth. “How was I supposed to impress you if I just took you out to a drive-thru?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Chivalry doesn’t die just because you took me to Wendy’s. But thank you for asking me out.”

“I’m surprised you said yes, honestly.” You scoffed. “Hand to God! You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t know about that. You and Sam must work with some pretty cool clients at the firm.”

“You’re infinitely cooler, sweetheart. Trust me.”

You pushed down the elation at hearing the pet name and set the menu down. “Tell me about yourself.”

He leaned in close. “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about your family. Do you have any siblings?”

“No siblings. My dad owns a mechanic shop and my mom and aunt run a small restaurant in Phoenix. I was born in Sonoita, Arizona, this tiny place with less than a thousand people.” 

“Coming to the city must’ve been a culture shock.”

Joaquín chuckled. “Hit me like a fuckin’ brick, let me tell you.”

“So, how’d you meet back up with Sam? I remember you saying that you lost touch after college.”

“After university, I applied to, maybe, fifty positions with over a hundred different corporate firms and I was striking out left and right. Sam messaged me on Instagram a little while later asking to catch up. When he first asked me to join his firm, I tuned him down.”

“Why?”

He lifted his shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Sam. He’s one of the best guys I know. But I didn’t want him to just give me a job, y’know?”

You nodded. “That’s fair but I don’t see Sam as being the type to hand out opportunities to just anyone. If he offered you a position, it’s because he believes in you.”

Joaquín smiled. “I suppose so.” 

Your server came back with your drink orders. He smiled at you, his notepad in hand. “And are we ready to order? We have a butternut squash risotto as one of our specials, if you’re interested.”

“That actually sounds delicious.” You looked to Joaquín. “Is it okay if I get that?”

“You get whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks burned and you, thankfully, didn’t stumble over reciting your order. As Joaquín spoke to the server, you couldn’t help giving him a once over. He wore a navy blue dress shirt that looked painted on, the top three buttons undone. His curls were messily styled and falling in his eyes. His face was clean-shaven save for his goatee and mustache. His big hands were adorned with silver rings. Much like the first night you met, your mouth watered at the thought of those hands on you. How rough or soft they’d feel against your skin. 

His gaze found yours and he winked at you. You needed him carnally. 

“I think he likes you.”

Your brows pulled down. “What?”

“Our server. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since we got here.” He chuckled. “I can’t blame him.”

“You’re doing it again.”

He raised a brow. “Doing what?”

“Flirting with me,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Keep doing that and I’ll get the wrong idea.”

“Maybe it’s not the wrong idea. Maybe it’s right.”

“Look, Joaquín, I don’t know if it’s because of the wedding or if this is one of those rom-com scenarios, but I like you. A lot. But I’ve never been good at relationships and I don’t want to ruin whatever this is before it even gets off the ground.”

He put a hand over one of yours. “I’m willing to go as fast or as slow as you want to.”

“And what if you get tired of waiting for me?”

“How about we just get through dinner first, then the wedding, and we’ll meet each other in the middle?” Your food was sat down in front of you but his hand never left the top of yours. “If after this weekend, you don’t want to keep in touch, I won’t be upset.” He cocked his head to the side. “Okay, I might be a little upset but I’ll respect your decision.”

You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips. “I can do that.”

“Good.” He leaned back into his seat and picked up his fork, his eyes still on you. “Now, I have an important question to ask you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Okay…”

“Do you like scary movies?”

“What’re you reading?”

You ducked your head between the pages of your book. “Jesus Christ, don’t do that!” 

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming up behind you.” Joaquín tapped the top of your bare knee with a callused finger. “Must be quite an engrossing read.”

“Something like that.” You slid your glasses to the top of your head. “What are you doing up so late?”

He lifted a shoulder. “I’m a bit of an insomniac. What about you?”

“Nerves.” You held your book up. “Figured I’d finish this book I found in my room.”

“Verdict?”

“I should’ve just gotten a drink at the bar before they closed,” you said, snorting. 

“We can crack open a bottle in my room if you want.”

You raised a brow. “You raid the mini bars at hotels?”

“God, no! That’s a scam waiting to happen.” A smile grew along his lips. “I bring my own poison.”

You raised a brow. “What kind of alcohol are we talking?”

Joaquín leaned in towards you, his voice low and husky. “I’m a whiskey man.”

God, you could get lost in his eyes. Where most people would leer at you or completely ignore you, Joaquín seemed to be looking to the very soul of you. You could’ve told him anything and everything, given him whatever he wanted. 

“And I think I have snacks from my plane ride here.”

You doggy eared your book page and stood to your feet. “Lead the way.”

Joaquín looped his arm through yours and led you down the hallway towards the main lobby. You both must have looked silly to passerby: both of you in pajamas, giggling like teenagers. You caught the elevator just as two people got off and you pressed the seven button. 

Once the doors closed, a tension filled the car. Every so often, one of you would shift your weight and the backs of your hands would brush against each other, both of you muttering hushed apologies to each other. 

Hazy, heated thoughts ran rampant in your mind. Out of your peripheral, you saw Joaquín leaned up against the railing on the right side of the car. Everything about him just oozed sexy: from the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and biceps, to how perfectly his curls fell in his eyes before he pushed it back with one of his strong hands. 

His hands. God, his hands. 

You shifted your weight again, discreetly rubbing her thighs together to diffuse the tension between your legs. The elevator music suddenly seemed louder and deafening. 

“…okay?”

You blinked and turned to Joaquín. He was in front of you now, his hands reaching for you but not quite touching you. Worry painted his features.

“What?”

“We’re on our floor.” His eyes skimmed your face. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, an apologetic smile on your lips. “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You cleared your throat and stepped past him out of the elevator. The heat from his body laved against your back. You started towards the left before you turned to look at him over your shoulder. 

“I don’t know where your room is,” you said, your voice small.

Joaquín took one of your wrists in his hand and said, “I’ve got you.”

You decided that you loved the way Joaquín laughed. 

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he clutched his sides. Sometimes a small snort would pass his lips and it made him laugh even harder. He looked boyish, gentle. 

You were sat in the middle of his hotel room floor, the bottle of Jack Daniels between the two of you and the TV turned low in the background. You’d just told him about your first encounter with the Chuck E. Cheese mascot and how the poor then teenager got a swift kick to the groin by an eight year old. 

“God, that was great.” He dabbed at the corners of his eyes. “Do you make everyone you drink with laugh this much?”

You knocked back the last of your glass. “Not intentionally.”

“Funny and beautiful,” Joaquín said, toasting to you. “One of my favorite combinations.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“I only want one to believe me.”

“I want to try something. Is that okay?” He nodded. “I need you to say it out loud.”

“Yes.”

You crawled towards him and experimentally straddled him, your hands on his shoulders. Your heart was pounding and you were getting lightheaded but you held your resolve. “Kiss me.”

One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for a slow, hard kiss. His tongue laved the inside of your mouth and you moaned. Your fingers carded through his curls, pulling him closer to you. Teeth clanged against each other as lips were pulled between them, soft moans spilling into the silent void around you both. 

Joaquín pulled back. “I’ve been wanting to do that since that first night in the bar.”

You smiled. “Me, too.” Your eyes found the digital clock over his shoulder. “It’s late. I should go.”

“No,” he whined, caging you against his chest. “Stay.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “I can’t. Not tonight.”

His brown eyes brightened. “So tomorrow night?”

“Maybe. If you behave.” You disentangled yourself from his embrace and stood to your feet. “Goodnight, Mr. Torres.”

“See you in the morning.”

The morning of the wedding started slower than you thought it would have. 

You had been sitting in the makeup chair for ten minutes, waiting for Nikki to emerge from behind the folding screen set up in the middle of the room. The bridesmaids were getting ready in the suite next door and you and Nikki shared this suite. 

“You look beautiful.”

You turned and saw Nikki; her dress was beautiful: the sleeves were delicate lace and looked beautiful against her brown skin. The back of the dress plunged low and fed into the skirt that trailed behind her. She decided to keep her makeup and hair simple with a natural look and her coils swept up into a polished bun. 

You blinked furiously. “You look so beautiful but if I cry, I’m sure the makeup artist will murder me.”

Nikki chuckled. “Me? You look stunning.”

“Compared to you, I look like Ernie from Sesame Street.”

She rolled her eyes. “Take the compliment, you goof.”

You stood up from your chair and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you, too.” Nikki pulled back, her eyes misty. “I couldn’t do any of this without you.” You snorted.  “I’m serious! You might not think it, but you’ve been a huge inspiration to me.”

“Bullshit.”

Nikki laughed. “Remember when we went camping that one summer? With Granny and her boyfriend, Alvin?”

You nodded. “We went hiking while they were taking a nap and got lost.” You had wanted to go find a creek that you’d passed on the way to your camping spot. 

“You were, what, nine? Ten?”

“I was eight and a half,” you said, smirking. 

“We’d gotten lost and I got so scared. I started crying and I think I said Mom’s name.”  Nikki shook her head. “I was crying and tired and the last thing I wanted was to keep getting lost.

“But then you bent down and wiped my tears away. You were barely nine years old and you made sure that I was okay before we finally found a park ranger.” She put a hand to your cheek. “Do you remember what you said to me?”

“I said that we would always have each other. No matter what.”

Nikki nodded. “I know that our childhood was less than ideal, shitty at best. I know that outside of Granny, all we had was each other and that made our relationship a little more complicated than other siblings. But there’s not a day that goes by when I’m not in total awe of you.”

“Oh, yeah, my impulsivity and lacking love life are aspirational.”

“You’re one of the strongest people  I know,” she rebutted. “As much as I raised you, you raised me, too. You taught me about passion and determination. You’ve made me think outside of the box and go after things that I want. You showed me what being a kid was and how we shouldn’t want to grow up too fast. Anything I learned about self-love and confidence, I got from you.”

You tilted your head back. “The makeup artist had me in the chair for forty minutes, Nikki! I can’t cry off all of her hard work!”

She pulled you into a hug. “No matter what happens, no matter what stages of life we’re in, it’s always going to be us against the world. Don’t ever doubt that.”

You nodded against her shoulder. “I love you, Nikki.”

“I love you, too.”

A knock came upon the door and the wedding planner, Natasha, poked her head in. “It’s time, you guys.” A warm smile crossed her lips. “You both look gorgeous, truly.”

“Thank you,” Nikki said. She squared her shoulders and looped her arm with her yours. “We’re ready.”

You were all too aware of Joaquín’s presence beside you. 

It didn’t help that he looked downright sinful in his suit. Did he paint the damn thing on or did it just fit him too well? His hair was artfully messy, curls falling in his eyes. His knuckles brushed up against yours a few times, so soft you’d thought you imagined the contact. 

“You’re killing me,” he said against your ear. 

You arched a brow. “What?”

“It’s taking all of my self-control not to whisk you off to the church basement and have my way with you.” His voice was rough. “Remind me to personally thank your sister for choosing the dress.”

A triumphant smirk colored your lips. “Noted.”

The organ kicked up and Joaquín turned to face you. “Ready?” He held out his arm.

You nodded and looped your arm through his. The ushers opened the doors and you were met with the guests and white rose covered aisle. As you waited for the second to last pair of the wedding party to head down the aisle, Joaquín leaned in towards you again, his breath laving the shell of your ear.

“I won’t let you fall.”

The couple in front of you started down the aisle and you gripped onto Joaquín’s arm tighter. Once the others were further up the aisle, he took a step forward and you followed. Every few steps, you stole glances at him, your breath catching. Once you were at the foot of the altar, he held his arm up for you to stand beside the other bridesmaids and he crossed over to the groom’s side. 

“Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of this lovely couple.”

Joaquín caught your eye as the pastor continued his speech. His happiness shone so bright on his face that you couldn’t help but mirror it. You like the rest of the crowd, were brought to tears by the Sam and Nikki’s vows and cheered like sports fans when they kissed as man and wife. 

As they were about to step down from the altar, Nikki pulled you into a crushing hug. She whispered teary thank-yous and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“I love you. So much.”

You looked over your sister’s shoulder to your newly minted brother-in-law. “See you for dinner in two weeks?”

Sam smiled and took hold of your wrist. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You needed an out. Quickly. 

Your speech at the reception had most of the room in tears and a few of the wedding party members congratulated you off to the side. When it was time for the waltz, the tension between you and Joaquín was smoldering and all-consuming. All you could think about was his lips on yours. 

Before Sam and Nikki made their way to the middle of the dance floor, Joaquín whispered in your ear, “You have two hours.”

“For what?”

“Until you’re mine for the rest of the night.” The noise that left your throat was suffocated by the cheers and applauds for the bride and groom but you knew that he heard it. He moved to go sit at his table before you could get the words off of your tongue. 

You kept up appearances as well as you could but during lapses in conversation, your attention wandered to Joaquín. He teased you, subtly biting and licking his lips or giving you quick once overs as he spoke to some distant relative of yours. 

Nikki and Sam gave were basking in their marital bliss and, thankfully, didn’t notice the two of you shamelessly flirting from across the ballroom. 

The evening died down and Joaquín offered to walk you back to your room. You agreed, ignoring the teases from Nikki and Sam, and let him lead you out of the ballroom. Once the elevator doors closed, his hands were on your skin. Hot, open-mouthed kisses scorched the curve of your neck and shoulders. Hands buried themselves into your hair, holding you firm against the man in front of you. 

You didn’t remember how you’d gotten to his floor without bumping into other guests or falling over each other, but you did. The beep of Joaquín’s keycard unlocking the suite door made your heartbeat kick up. 

“That dress is sinful on you, you know that?” 

“Wait, wait.” You pulled back. “Help me out of this dress. It cost a fucking fortune.”

“My pleasure.” His fingers deftly worked at the buttons on the back of your dress. Once the garment loosened against your shoulders, his fingers hooked around the straps and slid them down slow. Soft kisses peppered along the back of your shoulders. “Such soft skin you have.” 

You leaned into his touch, a soft groan falling from your lips. Cool air gave your skin gooseflesh and you shuddered. Your dress pooled around your ankles and you were clad only in your lingerie. You smirked at his sharp inhale. To know that someone as gorgeous as Joaquín Torres was taken aback at the sight of your half-naked body emboldened you. 

You tipped your chin. “Kiss me.”

He took your face in his hands and leaned in. His lips hovered over yours, barely skimming the flesh. He was teasing you, you knew that. What you wouldn’t have given to just melt into his touch and be the first to kiss him. But you cut your gaze between his lips and his eyes, silently daring him to make the move. 

He chuckled. “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?”

You ran your thumb along the length of his hand. “Determined, actually.”

“You know that you could kiss me first.”

You let out a breathy sigh. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Joaquín smirked and pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. His tongue laved across the top of yours and his moans vibrated through you. His hands brought your face closer and deepened the kiss. “Jesus, doll, you taste like heaven.”

You rested your forehead against his to catch your breath. You tried to think of something to say, anything to say, but your mind was fogged from kissing him. 

He moved you towards the bed and laid you down, kneeling in between your thighs. “I want to taste you.”

You shivered at his words. “Do you?”

One of Joaquín’s hands skimmed a languid trail between the valley of your breasts. His fingertips danced a trail along the soft expanse of your torso, earning him soft gasps and caught sighs. When his fingertips hovered above the waistband of your underwear, his brown eyes met yours again. “Or perhaps I should tease you? Make you beg?”

“I don’t beg.” Your voice was breathy, weak, as you spoke. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” He was mocking you, teasing just as you’d done to him moments earlier. His fingers dipped below the elastic, tip-toeing across the top of your pubic mound. Your hips bucked and his lips split into a cocky grin. 

“My, my, aren’t we eager?” The very tip of his middle finger hovered above your clitoral hood, tracing a half-circle along the skin. Joaquín looped an arm around your waist to keep you balanced and made slow, teasing circles against your clit. 

You screwed your eyes shut and sank your teeth into your bottom lip. A moan threatened to pass your lips but you stifled it. Your fists balled against Joaquín’s shoulders as ripples of pleasure surged through you. “Joaco.” 

“I can get used to you calling me that.” His lips trailed along the curve of your jaw. “I bet you’re all wet for me, aren’t you?” Two fingers entered your sex and made a come hither motion. A shock of pleasure rocked you and you let out a moan. “Love how wet you are for me.”

You tried to speak his name but garbled moans left your tongue instead. A warm slickness played at your clit and you let out a cry. 

“You taste so sweet, darlin’,” he said against you. “Bet I can make you come all over my tongue.” 

Your back arched off the bed and your mouth hung open in wild pleasure as Joaquín ate your pussy like it was his favorite meal. Your toes curled against his back and your thighs all but crushed him against you. 

“Fuck, Joaquín, don’t stop!”

He moaned against your sex, the sound of your wetness and his tongue lapping bounced off of the walls. He lifted up and smiled a devilish smile at you. “Such a good girl getting wet for me like this. Making such a pretty mess.” He nipped at your inner thigh and kissed the bruises he left behind. His thick fingers gathered some of your juices and traveled down to play at your asshole. He groaned at how pretty and puckered it was. “Such a pretty little hole.”

One of his digits pushed against the puckered hole and your back arched up again and a throaty moan left your mouth. 

“Fuck!”

“You like that, darlin’? Like when I play with your ass?” He worked his finger further into you and another cry broke from your lips. “Your pretty pussy is weeping. Do you play with your asshole when you’re alone, baby girl?” He kissed up your body, lips latching onto one of your pert nipples. 

You fisted the sheets and bucked your hips as Joaquín stretched and finger fucked your ass. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes and broken cries of his name filled the room. For a second, you remembered you were in a hotel room and that whoever was in the rooms opposite them could hear you getting absolutely destroyed.

Hope they’re enjoying the show, then.

Your belly tightened and your legs shook as your orgasm rushed through you. A broken sob ripped through you and you flattened on the bed, shivering and sweat-slicked. Joaquín’s fingers left your ass and he slanted his mouth over yours.

“Oh, my pretty girl.” He pushed away tendrils of curls that were stuck to your forehead. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”

You gave a weak chuckle. “You’re one of my brother-in-law’s best friends. The cosmos saw something in you. Take your pick.” You heard the clicking of his belt buckle and your mouth watered. 

“Think you can play a little longer, baby?” He lined himself up with your pussy. “Because I’ve been waiting to feel you around my cock for the past twenty-something hours.”

A wicked glint flashed in your brown eyes. “What are you waiting for, then, Torres?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He lined the head of his cock with your pussy and sank deep inside of you. You threw your head back in pleasure as your walls fluttered around him. 

“You’re real fuckin’ tight, honey. Feels so good.”

Your nails bit into his shoulders as you bucked your hips into his. “Fuck me, Joaco.” 

His hips moved against yours slow at first. He circled his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a torturous pace. He snickered at your needy whines and mewls. “Such a greedy pussy you have.” His hips snapped against yours and you gasped. “Makes me think nobody treats your pretty pussy like they should. Is that what it is, baby?”

Your head lolled from side to side and your words faded into moans. Then, his hips rutted into you at a brutal pace and a swelling orgasm built in your belly. Spots darkened your sight and one of your hands fisted his hair. “I’m going to cum!”

Joaquín took his lips from the hollow of your neck. “I’m almost there, baby, hold on.” He pressed his forehead against yours and rutted harder into you. When his thrusts got sloppier, he let out a groan and you felt his cock twitch inside of you as you chased after your own climax. 

He collapsed on top of you, hard pants mixing with soft chuckles. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the apex of your collarbones. “Nikki said something about you moving back to the city.”

You hummed. “She told me that you were planning to stay in the city.” 

“I technically moved back a few weeks ago. I haven’t told Sam or Steve yet.”

You brushed a few curls from his sweat-damp forehead. “I might need a place to crash for a few days until my stuff arrives.”

One of his hands gripped your ass, softly kneading the skin. “Or you could stay for as long as you want and we could see where this goes.” 

“You’re sure?”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ve never been more sure about anything else. I meant it when I said that I think you’re incredible. If I can keep you with me for as long as I can, I will.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

“Seriously?” He cupped your cheek, your name a light chuckle on his tongue. “You want to try with me?”

As you opened your mouth to answer, a knock came upon the door. Joaquín groaned and rested his head against your shoulder. “It’s probably a noise complaint.”

“You go answer, then. It was mostly you.” You smacked him in the face with a pillow. “Fine, fine! I’m getting up!” You let out a low whistle as he padded across the room, completely naked, and went to open the door. You couldn’t hear who the other voice was but you figured it wasn’t serious from Joaquín’s belly laugh. 

“Who is it?”

He shut the door and came back into view, your sister’s bouquet in his left hand. “I don’t know if I should laugh or be offended.”

You rolled your eyes. “They think they’re so funny.”

“I don’t know, baby, maybe we’ll be next.” Joaquín set the bouquet on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, pulling you against him. “I think we’d make a great married couple.”

“Let’s get through me staying with you before we jump straight to marriage, Casanova.”

“You didn’t say no.”

You smiled. “We’ll discuss it.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — not gon' hold y'all, this made me fall in love with joaco something fucking fierce

#galatially #the way that i want you #joaquín torres #joaquín torres x black!reader #the falcon #the falcon x black!reader

[writing-for-marvel]

Stardust Reblog Challenge September 2022 Masterlist

Challenge by @natrace | dividers by @firefly-graphics

These are all the fics I’ve reblogged and recommend in September

The aim of this challenge is to support writers on tumblr by reblogging their work with comments ♥️ I would encourage everyone to join this challenge and to show all these amazing authors love by reading and sharing their work

Please read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Bucky Barnes

💧💗 Poet Laureate (series) by @real-jane

💗💧🔥 Is it a crime? (series) by @crazyunsexycool

🔥 A Taste of Submission by @jobean12-blog

💧💗 A Kingly Gift by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Happily Ever After by @/jobean12-blog

💧🔥 Owned by @/jobean12-blog

💗 A ‘Big’ Night by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Scar Tissue by @fandoms-writings

💗 Why Do You Care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

💗 What Makes A Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

🔥 Messy by @buckycuddlebuddy

🔥 Innocent by @/buckycuddlebuddy

🔥 Cream by @/buckycuddlebuddy

💗 Interference by @navybrat817

💧💗 Once Upon a Time by @/navybrat817

💗 The First Time by @bucky-barnes-diaries

💧💗 No One Touches My Girl by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

💗 Next-Door Desire by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

💧💗 Part of a Family by @onceuponastory

💗 Dancin’ Darlin’ by @tuiccim

💗🔥 Bleeding Bliss by @carrotfantasimp

💗🔥 First Night by @kinanabinks

Steve Rogers

💧 Hide and Seek (mini-series) by @earth616variant

😈🔥 Flesh and Blood by @sophiria

💗 You Go To My Head by @barnesmurdock

🔥 See You Soon by @someawkardblackgirl

💗 Earpiece by @rodrikstark

💗 Gotcha Day by @sweetascanbee

💗 Fries With That by @/sweetascanbee

💧💗 40s!steve rogers x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

💧 Untitled by @imaginearyparties

💧 Killer by @/imaginearyparties

💧💗 Playing For Keeps by @/tuiccim

💗🔥 Hey Handsome by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 I’m Coming For You by @no-not-without-you-blog

💗 A Whittle More Practice by @mjolnir-steve

Stucky

💧 Lions’s Den (series) by @imaginedreamwrite

🔥 Untitled by @/someawkardblackgirl

💗 Falling for you like the leaves do by @doasyoudesireandlive

Sam Wilson

💗 Good Morning by @fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Rapture by @/fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Dominion by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 I See You by @lisstothebliss

💗 sam wilson x f!reader by @/rodrikstark

💗 Stuck by @/rodrikstark

💗 Driving by @intrepidacious

Natasha Romanoff

💗 Her Girl by @buckybarnesthehotshot

💧 Girl Crush by @cthulhu-calling

Joaquin Torres

💗 Coffee Run by @/rodrikstark

💗 joaquín torres x gn!reader by @/rodrikstark

🔥💗 “I want you to kiss every inch of my body.” by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 No Room For Worries by @/fluffyprettykitty

Peter Parker

💗 Pumpkin Patches by @bxcketbarnes

💗🔥💧 Rhinestone Eyes by @geminimoonbeamx

Lloyd Hansen

💗🔥 The Princess and the Lawyer (series) by @universitypenguin | Part One | Part Two

💧💗🔥 You Were The One (series) by @georgiapeach30513

James Mace

💗 Spike by @/rodrikstark

Jake Jensen

💗🔥 Boys in Bed With Books (JJ) by @/jobean12-blog

Ransom Drysdale

💧💗 How Long Will I Love You by @cloudycevans

🔥 The Five Stages by @littlelioncub43

Ari Levinson

💗 All of Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Lee Bodecker

💗 Lee Bodecker in the fall by @treatbuckywkisses

Multiple Characters

😈🔥 A Taste of Danger by @/onceuponastory [Sierra Six and Nick Fowler]

💗🔥 Period Comfort by @1000night [Steve, Bucky and Sam]

#stardust reblog challenge #fic rec #reading list

[happypopcornprincess]

The Hating Game Part 2

Pictures 1, 3, and 4 are from interest, and picture 2 is from @parkjammys

Pairings -Joaquín Torres x Aviator!Reader (Enemies To Lovers)

Premise – The infamous rivalry between you and Joaquin Torres is well known on the base. He hates you and you hate him. After unlikely circumstances, you realize hating someone is disturbingly similar to falling in love with them

Warnings: Major Spoilers for The Hating Game Novel. (btw read the book it is too good <3) Strong language, suggestive language.

Note: I had no idea that I would make it a 2 parter but here we are! I kind of went on and on about the story after I saw top gun maverick and I decided I can't leave this as an angst fic, I NEEDED y/n and torres to have a happy ending! So here you go!

Credits to Sally Throne for the original story of The Hating Game that inspired this fic. Some scenes will be exclusively from the novel, others I will spin my way. I do not own anything, this is my interpretation of the novel with MCU characters.

A/N before y’all get crazy about some points, let me clarify. I did some digging and it is allowed to date while on duty for officers. But only if you are of the same rank. Dating officers under your rank or your superiors is not allowed and you can get suspended for it. It is also allowed to enroll in a university or college while in the army/navy/air force. I did my best for the accuracy in the story about the USAF, my only sources being google and Hollywood movies as I am not from the US so pardon me for any inaccuracies.

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PART 1 is here

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Saturday evening

For the tenth time that evening, you smooth down the dress you finally settled on after rummaging through your wardrobe. The red sundress you were wearing showed a bit of your cleavage, but not a lot. You threw on a denim jacket over it, for some reason you were feeling a bit chilly. The place Joaquin was talking about was an arcade bar that everyone in your base went to on weekends. It had all the arcade games from the 80s and 90s and served amazing drinks. You had been here once when you were a newbie at the base.

You stood outside the bar, 10 minutes early, just in case, debating over how this could turn south in so many ways. You might have to sit all night alone if Joaquin abandons you at the last minute. This could be a prank by him. Or maybe you just hallucinated this date and this wasn’t real.

   “Whoa!” you hear his voice coming from behind you. You turn to see him standing behind you, looking stunned.

   “You look amazing,” he says, his eyes focused on yours as he took you in. “You too look great.” You speak. You were not lying. He had a black Henley and an olive-green jacket on it, with jeans. Green really was his color. He looked really good in anything green.

   “Shall we?” he extends his hand to you and you take it, following him inside the bar.

As soon as you entered, it felt like you were transported back to the early 90s. Neon lights flashed on the arcade games in the dim lighting, and the bar was in the middle of the room, hustling with people and bartenders serving them drinks. You could hear the closing notes of 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney Houston coming from somewhere. You turn to catch Joaquin looking at you with a smile on his face. He tries to hide it but it was too late. You slowly walk in front of him and shout, "Last Pac Man buys tequila shots!" before running away to the console. Not waiting to see how his face lights up watching you laughing and beating him to it.

---/---/---

5th time. Your last coin. And one last chance.

The lever lifts up and you carefully land it on the panda plushie and it grabs it. You lift it up and it picks up the panda. And then drop it in the hole.

   “YESSS!” you hear him shout and get covered in popcorn. You turn to see him shaking his popcorn bag around. You laughed with him as you picked up the panda plushie from the output vault and held it up like a trophy. Joaquin mockingly bows, “All hail, Y/N Y/L/N, the panda plushie conqueror.”

You laughed so hard you threw your head back. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much. Your rivalry has been channeled into all the games you've played throughout the evening. Alien shooting, Pac-Man, Car Chase, Dancing, and now the plushie machine. 

Score? You no longer keep track.

   “I would have tried again but I’m all out of coins.” He shows you his empty pockets.    “So am I," you reveal your pockets. He groans, “It’s just 9:30, I don’t want to go back.”

Your head was throbbing with pain for a while, but you thought it was because you had alcohol after a long time. You think for a sec and debate over what you were about to say, but the voice in your head was telling you to do it. So, you did.    “I have an idea.” You say and smirk.    “Oh! I’m listening.” He leans closer to you.    “Let’s go!” this time, you dragged him out of the arcade.    “Where are we going?” he asked you, halting halfway through the exit.    “What? Don’t you trust me, Lieutenant Torres?”

He smiles at his feet, “Well, if you talk about that one time you stole my planner...”    “I borrowed it for a short period of time to find out what secret notes you have in it!”    “I don’t have any secrets” he shrugs.    “Now you’re just lying” you start to walk out of the bar and he follows, “Let’s go!”

As you walk, no, run on the sidewalk, you don't have any destination in mind. You're focused on living the best life you can right then and there.

---/---/---

As you stumble through the hallways, you almost giggle, but Joaquin shushed you with a finger on your lips. Even so, you giggled.

You headed to a liquor store, bought a bottle of bourbon, and walked around the town. After all, it was a small town with a US air force base, so it was a safe place.

You were beginning to think sharing a whole bottle of neat bourbon between you was a very silly idea. But the thrill running through your veins as you ran through the abandoned streets with him was nothing compared to what you were feeling right now. The throbbing in your head, and a twist in your stomach.

You open the door to your apartment and let him in. You stumble in and trip over something, falling down. Without missing a beat, he burst out into laughter and you flip him off. You get up, take off your jacket and crash on the sofa as he closes the door behind him.    “That was the most fun I had in a while.” You say in a happy tone.    “Same.” He says as he sits next to you.    “Never thought I’d go out with you though.”    “Ouch, Y/L/N!” he mockingly slaps his hand on his heart.

You laughed and sat in silence for a while before he sits up abruptly, “What time is it?”    “11:45.” You say looking at your phone. He points his finger at you and sits back, “Told you I'd get you back before 11.”    “We are 45 minutes late.” You laughed.    “Still, I got you back, didn’t I?” he turns towards you and looks through his eyelashes. You sigh, “I really want you to drop that skincare routine. Your eyelashes are outrageously long." You look at him, shifting on the couch. He laughed and says., “Sure. It’s mud water and celery juice”    “Ew! Gross!” you punch him on his arm and he laughs. He looks at you as you keep looking at him. His fingers caress yours on the couch and he scoots closer. Your heads were so close that you could see his beautiful eyes up close.

It’s just the alcohol, nothing else

   “You should do that more.” You say.    “What?”    “Laugh. It’s cute.” You smile at him. In the low light of your living room, the light danced in his honey irises putting you in a trance. He looked ethereal.

Lord help me, I want to kiss him so badly!

But he clears his throat and looks away. “Well, it’s getting late. I’ll head out.” Before you could process what you were about to say, you blurt out, “You could crash at my place.”    “We are at your house?" he asked, looking around bewildered. You take a deep breath, “wow, you are drunk drunk.” You stand up, “I’ll sleep here and you can take the bed.”    “What! No, it’s your house-partment you will sleep on the floor” he slurred out the words, looking confused. “What did I just say?”    "Nothing." You laugh and offer him your spare pillow and blanket.

What happened next was a blur in your mind. You remember stirring in the middle of the night to find yourself wearing something soft, and enveloped in a warm blanket. You hum as you sleep, not realizing you were wearing his jacket over your sundress.

---/---/---

Next Morning

An agonizing pain erupted in your head as you woke up the next morning. You slowly sit up on the bed with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Last night’s hangover was hitting your body with full force, and you feel the contents inside you rise to your throat. You dash to the bathroom and make it just in time to throw up in the toilet.

Guess heavy drinking after a long time did not suit your body after all.

You feel a hand rubbing your back and you jump a bit, turning to see Joaquin standing behind you, gathering your hair away from your face. You throw up some more.

   “Okay, that’s it, let it out,” he says as he gently rubs your back. After you were done, you sit on the bathroom floor, clutching your stomach in pain, it was killing you. You let out a whimper as Joaquin takes a seat in front of you. He touches your forehead and your cheeks with the back of his hand.    “You have a fever.”    “Yeah, no shit.” You groan.    “Y/L/N, how long have you been feeling like this?”    “Since last night.” You mutter.    “And you still went out to have drinks?” he softly asks. You lift your head with a lot of effort and look at him. He had a crease on his forehead and was looking at you with worry.    “'m sorry” you mumble and lean back.

He sighs and gets up, “okay, get up.” He holds your hands and helps you. “Just, freshen up and I’m heading to the pharmacy to get you some medicines.”    “Torres, it’s nothing I’m fine- oh god.” You clutch your stomach as pain erupts through it, just below the ribs where the stomach is supposed to be.    “No, you’re not. Just, don’t be stubborn for once in your life and listen to me. Please” he practically pleads to you.

   “Okay! Fine!" You say as you push him out of your bathroom. You clean the toilet, brush your teeth and take a quick shower, all while the pain in your stomach grows. You come out of the bathroom wearing your oversized power ranger t-shirt and a towel wrapped around your waist. You wear some trousers and plop on your bed as you hear the front door open.

Joaquin walks inside with a small white bag and wearing a change of clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt. His usual cool demeanor was gone, replaced by a frantic expression. Your confusion prompts him to say, "I think you either have a very bad hangover or a stomach bug."

   “WHAT!” you shout.    “No, no! "I bought some medicine that works for both, so take it." He hands you the bag, and you see some medicines and cough syrup inside. You smile at him, “Thank you.” He smiles back and says, “I’ll make you some breakfast. It’s better not to eat takeout when you have a stomach bug.”    “It’s 8 am on a Sunday morning. I’ll make something. You don't have to do this.” You try to get up but he reaches for you first. “You are clearly unwell; I can’t just leave you here!”    "I'll be fine." You whine, knowing full well you will sleep on an empty stomach and won't eat.    “You need to rest.”

You hear him sigh as you sit on your bed and he sits in front of you. He shoves a thermometer under your tongue without a warning. You try to hold it but he swats your hand away.    “You’re not supposed to hold it.” He sighs.    “Cool.” You mutter as he takes the thermometer away.    “103. That’s high. Why aren’t you cooling down?” he mostly says to himself but you heard it. You reply, "Because I'm too hot.".

He looks at you with a neutral expression which literally translated to ‘seriously?’ “Hmm…” he enters deep thought. “You should sleep. I have to make a call.” He gets up as you lie back down and instantly falls asleep. He covers you with your blanket and his fingers hover over your face for a second, but they retreat before he touches you.

---/---/---

   “Y/N? Wake up.” You feel a warm hand on your bicep, a soothing voice calling you. You open your eyes and wrap the blanket tighter around you.

When did you cover yourself with a blanket?

   “Y/N, hey, are you feeling better?” the voice called again. And you became aware of how sore your body was feeling. And you were hungry. You rub your eyes and look in front of you to see Joaquin sitting at the end of your bed, his eyebrows creased in worry, looking at you.

   “I’m hungry.” You mutter mostly to yourself, but he hears you.    “I know, I made you Albóndigas Soup. You’ve got to eat it before it’s cold.” He says as he pats your arm. You rise with a lot of effort. Everything suddenly felt heavy, your head, your arms, your legs. The window in your room was open, revealing the soft rays of sunset coming through. “How long was I asleep?” you ask him.    “The whole day. It’s almost 6 pm. You also threw up twice after this morning, wait, you don’t remember?”    "Not really." You have a flash running to the bathroom now that he mentioned it. It felt more like an out-of-body experience to you.

You sit leaning back on the headboard and he places a pillow behind you to support your back. “I don’t need back support.”    “I understand, but you're a fan of theatrics.” He sits in front of you.    “Hmm.” You give him a tired smile. He narrows his eyes, “Was that meant to be sarcastic? Because you looked like you were having a stroke.”    “Ha ha, very funny.” You say with a neutral expression.

But you hear your stomach grumble loudly. He carefully hands you a bowl half filled with what looked like a very tasty soup. It was maroon in color and there were meatballs and small pieces of onion and ginger in it. Smelling the steam alone opened up your nostrils and made you even more hungry. You dive into the soup.

You guessed it was made with basic ingredients like ginger, onion, chicken, and a bit of chili, and it tasted heavenly.

“This is literally the most delicious soup I’ve ever had!” You look at him with wide eyes as Joaquin sits next to you to eat his own soup.

He genuinely smiles and says, “Thanks, my mom would make it when I would get sick. I didn’t know how it would turn out to be. She started screaming at me halfway through the process because I forgot the tomatoes.”

“What?” you ask him confused.

“Um, I called my mom and told her about your situation. She’s a registered nurse. She told me how to make the soup, the medicines, and everything.” His cheeks were a bit flushed.

Was he blushing?

He looks at you like it was the most normal thing to do. You know, taking care of your workplace nemesis and making them brunch in bed. He continues to eat his soup and you don’t question it much, drinking the broth and feeling it travel through your throat to your stomach.

You finish the soup and Joaquin takes the bowl away from you. You watch as he puts them in the kitchen sink and comes back, sitting next to you. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re cooling down,” he says with a smirk.

   “Thank fuck. I want to be at the base tomorrow.” You say leaning back on the headboard. He raises his eyebrows at you swearing but doesn’t say anything. He leans back too, you both being the same height now.

Even though you were 5’4 and he’s 5’8, which is not that much of a difference, he always looked unnaturally tall compared to you. He was at your eye level for the first time.

   "How are you feeling?" He asks you.    “Better than before. My stomach stopped making noises.” You say. “The soup was really good." You poke his bicep.    “Thank you… Shortcake.” He shoves your shoulder gently.    “I’m not that short!” you protest.    “You’re tiny.” He pinches his fingers together, indicating how short you were.

You puff out annoyed. You think about the situation that you are in right now. You never had a lot of friends, and spent half your time in school getting bullied for being ‘too studious’, so much so that the one person who volunteered to help you in your time of need is the guy that loathes you. He actually spent his entire Sunday, half hungover, making you soup and bringing you medicine. And… did he clean your apartment? Because the books were stacked neatly on your coffee table, you never stack them on the coffee table.

   “Thank you, really. It was not necessary for you to do all this, but you did anyway," you admit to him.    “It’s alright.” He shrugs.    “Why are you doing this?” you finally ask him what you were thinking the whole time.    “Because I wanted to lecture you about buying better nightwear.” He points at your oversized Power Rangers shirt.    “You’re saying this just because it’s RPM.” You stare at him    “Yes.” He says, seconds away from bursting out into laughter.    “If this was SPD you would have been worshipping me.”    “Exactly! See, you admit it.” He laughed.

   “No, but seriously. Why are you doing this? It was your day off. You could have chilled in your apartment blissfully unaware of my suffering.” You giggle a bit towards the end. You can see a hint of hurt on his face and a soft expression on his face when you look at him.    “I want you to get better so that you can give the mock test on Friday. I know how much that matters to you.” He says.

That catches you off guard.

   "You know," he turns his body to face you, "I tutored a lot of people in my town, and I have never seen anyone learn an entire module of human anatomy in four days. Your grasp of concepts is so thorough, you just needed some guidance. You kept staring at him, not believing what he had said. "and look, you scored higher in the last mock test than I did."    “You are an amazing student and an even better air force aviator. You should appreciate yourself more than you give yourself credit for. And I just know that you’re going to score a high score because there’s nothing you don’t know.”

He stops and looks at you, with respect and adoration in his eyes. “And I am really sorry I didn’t tell you this before. I am so sorry for so many things. Especially when you ran out of our office a month ago. I should have told you then that you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful.”

He takes a deep breath and stops, staring at you like you’re the most precious thing ever. You recognize the look. When you did something good, when you won the medal for leading a rescue team, or when you laughed at something your colleagues said, he would look at you from afar. You always thought it was one of those smug smiles that he does when he gets irritated. But now that you were looking at him from inches away from his face, you recognized it as a look of adoration, a look of love.

You didn’t realize you were leaning towards him until you felt his breath on your face, your focus shifting to his lips. You look into Joaquin’s eyes like you were doing so for the first time. And before he could retreat, you closed the distance between you. And oh, what a bliss it was, to feel his lips on yours. Closing your eyes, they were soft, so so soft. You break the chaste kiss to look at him.

His eyes were closed, and as he slowly opened them, you could see his pupils dilated. You now understand why the ladies threw themselves at him. He is indeed the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on.

The second kiss was a bit harsh, his lips sucking yours and kissing you with everything he had. Your hands instantly move to the hair on the nape of his neck. They caress his hair, he follows your lead and grabs your waist bringing you closer, the other hand gently on your face.

You forget to breathe doing so, and you were so lost in feeling him that you didn’t hear your phone ringing.

He slowly breaks the kiss and gasps for air. Without breaking his eye contact, he grabs your phone from behind your nightstand and looks at it. “It’s your mom.” He says, handing you the phone.

You quickly smooth down your hair realizing that it's facetime. He gets up from your bed as you pick up the call. “Hey, baby! How’s your weekend going?” your mother’s cherry voice echoes through the phone.

   “Hi, mummy it’s been well! Just, uh, I had a mild fever. Not much of a deal.” You laugh it off, trying your best to give her a genuine smile so she does not suspect you’re not well.

You watch him as Joaquin wears his jacket and heads out towards the door. He turns and gestures towards a pot on your stove, and then to yourself. He waves and exits your apartment with a smile.

   “Y/N baby, is someone with you?” her voice echoes through the empty apartment.    “No, nobody. I’m alone. So, how’s pops?” you say trying to change the topic.

It worked. Except for the fact that Joaquin heard you from the other side of the door, stopping in his tracks.

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

heatwave.

an: thank you to those who suggested characters for this hc. I typed this on my phone, so excuse the lack of editing. reply below which one is your favorite 🥰

requested characters (in no particular order): angel reyes, jax teller, joaquin torres, johnny tuturro, josh cody, rio

rating: 💙 (except for J. Cody)

sum: there’s a heatwave sweeping the nation. they’re encouraging everyone to have fun, but to stay cool.

“If you think about it, you’re more likely to die in a car crash than you are to be attacked by a shark.”

Your widened eyes lifts from the water gently rocking beneath you. The sight prompts Johnny to continue.

“I’m serious—“

“And not helping, Johnny!”

The uneasy look on your face should erase the smile on Johnny’s face, but it only doubles it in size. The five months you’ve lived in Graceland he’s never seen you scared before. Not even with a gun pointed at you.

“I go out and surf all the time—“

“Exactly,” you continue as he begins to guide your board further into the water. “And I tell you you’re crazy each time.”

“And,” he chuckles. “I come back alive each time.”

Johnny’s words may be truthful, but they do little to ease your anxiety.

As your board drifts further from shore, you silently curse yourself for agreeing to this. After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep early. Johnny had come into your room thirty minutes after your arrival, the bright smile on his face forcing you to roll over.

“Whatever it is,” you mumbled. “I’m not going to be apart of it.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” Johnny crossed the room before collapsing on your bed. The added weight caused you to bounce lightly against the mattress.

“With you, it’s always trouble.”

“I was gonna ask you to come watch the sunset with me,” he’d smiled, his chin resting against your shoulder. “When was the last time we got to hang out? Just us two?”

The question was enough to make you agree to drag yourself out of the bed you had just laid in, so that you could spend time alone with your best friend.

When he invited you to watch the sunset, you thought Johnny had meant from the shore. You go with Johnny to the beach a lot, you even go in the water, but you’ve never ventured this far out.

You are now wide awake and seated on Johnny’s paddle board. He stands behind you, guiding the board. He may have teased you before, but Johnny does not mention that you sit as close to him as possible.

“Say what you want about sharks, Johnny,” you say, eyes returning to the water beneath you. “But, they’re far less likely to attack us if we’re closer to shore.”

“Let a shark try and roll up on this paddle board—“

“What are you going to do?” Your eyes roll, a tiny smile manages to outweigh your nerves as Johnny’s chuckle fills the air. “Fight it?

“I could punch it in the nose—“

“I doubt that works.”

“I read it online—“

“So it has to be true?” You tip your head back to see Johnny’s head shaking. The smile on his lips stretches as he meets your gaze. “Besides, I love you, JT. But my faith in you deterring a Great White with a punch is extremely low.”

“Man, whatever.” Johnny kisses his teeth, his eyes rolling as you release a giggle. “If you fall off don’t call me out there to punch a shark, and save you.” He glances down at you, his smile growing at the look of skepticism he finds. “Im serious, I’ll paddle my ass back to shore without you.”

“Like you’d leave me out here. I’m the only person who laughs at your jokes.”

“Look, y/n, I love you but you need to get your shit together.”

Letty’s words widen your eyes, the look of confusion on your face causing her eyes to roll.

“Me? What are you talking about?”

You are met with a temporary silence as Letty cautiously peeks around the edge of the building. Once she is certain the coast is clear, she turns back to you. Shifting the strap of her water gun, she allows the nearly empty weapon to hang by her side.

Letty steps forward, her hands clamping down on your shoulders. Her voice is just above a whisper as her dark brown eyes meet your gaze.

“You need to stop pulling your shots.”

“I am not pulling my shots.”

Letty’s eyes roll for the second time today. “I know we’re playing against your husband, but I am trying to win this game.”

“So am I--”

“Good, so that settles it, next time you see Angel empty the clip.”

She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before disappearing around the corner.

It is Saturday afternoon and you’re currently crouched alongside the back of the clubhouse. The red bandana tied around your left upper arm represents your team’s color. Despite having discarded your t-shirt, leaving you in just your shorts and bikini top, you are sweating buckets.

The game has been going on for nearly twenty minutes. The rules are simple: capture the flag. The team captain has the flag, or bandana, tied around their arm. Once they are shot, the shooter can retrieve the flag. Game over.

You and Letty are the only people on your team not drenched from head to toe. Your other teammates, Ez and Neron, are seated at the front tapped out.

Letty managed to take out Gilly, and you managed to take out her dad. Angel and your five-year-old son are the final teammates on the opposing team.

As you carefully make your way through the parked cars of the lot, finger hovering above the trigger, you realize Letty is right. You might have let Angel getaway, once. When you’d initially snuck up on Angel, your goal was to shoot him—you just needed to get closer. Angel was so focused on scanning the parking lot that he didn’t hear your footsteps as you’d snuck upon him. You would have shot him if your foot hadn’t bumped into a poorly discarded toolbox, the sound giving Angel enough of a heads up to seek cover.

You come to a halt as the sound of shuffling feet breaks your concentration. Spinning on your heels, you pause as you find your son, Danny, standing a few feet away. Your shoulders relax as you lower your gun.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you sigh, wiping your hand against your forehead. “Where’s daddy?”

By the time Danny makes his way back to his father’s hiding spot, a drenched Letty has joined Ez and Neron at the front of the clubhouse.

“Did you find your mom?” Angel asks, watching as your son shakes his head. Peeking over the hood of the car, Angel allows his eyes to scan the lot. “Alright, stay here, I’m gonna go find her.”

Angel only manages to get two steps past the security of the car when he’s blasted by a cool stream of water. Your finger clamps down on the trigger, your son’s giggles drowning out Angel’s screams as tries to avoid the water blasting his chest and face. Trying to avoid crashing into your son and running back into the car, he has nowhere to go. Reaching forward, he groans as you narrowly escape his grip.

You wait until you’ve emptied the remnants of your gun before allowing him to catch your waist. “You owe me a flag.”

A dripping Angel is a mess of breathless laughs as he wipes the water from his eyes. “I can’t believe you turned my son against me!”

“That’s all you got, Wilson?” Joaquín’s laughter drifts across the crowded street. The sound attracting more passing guests. “I thought you’d have better aim than this!”

Seated beneath the blazing sun, Joaquín Torres watches as Sam shakes his head. The grin on the young man’s face tightens Sam’s grip around the orange ball he holds.

Joaquín’s hands rub together in anticipation, his dark brown eyes challenging his friend to end his winning streak. In the last hour, since he’s taken over at the dunk tank, Joaquín has yet to be dunked. The determination between Sam's eyes might stem from the fact that Joaquin dunked him--twice--on the morning shift.

Bright eyes and the ability to talk to anyone have allowed Joaquin to throw off the concentration of each person that has stepped forward to try. Even Sam.

Sam releases a groan as the orange ball slaps the yellow tarp beside the target, and Joaquín’s cocky smile remains intact.

“Whewww,” Joaquín whistles. “You want another round, Wilson? It’s $5.”

“I could just knock your ass off for free,” Sam chuckles as he gathers the balls surrounding the dunk tank. “What’s stopping me from hitting the target now?”

“Don’t be a sore loser, Sam," Joaquin winks. He motions towards the audience. "Donations are going to the kids.”

“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll get him for you.”

You wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the smile on Joaquín’s face doubles in size as he watches you catch the ball Sam tosses your way.

“Uh-oh, Torres,” Sam teases, watching as you step up to the yellow tape sticking to the pavement. “Sure you don’t wanna get down, let someone else get dunked?”

"You know me," Joaquin smiles, watching as you study the target. "I'm not one to back down from a challenge."

"Speaking of challenges." Sam pauses as the power behind your first throw echoes silencing the conversations of those standing by to watch. Hitting the outer edge of the black circle, the orange ball dropped to the ground before rolling back towards you. Sam's smile stretches as he briefly glances in your direction. "How about we make things interesting?"

"Interesting?" Joaquin's eyes leave Sam's long enough to watch you bend down to retrieve another ball. "What you got in mind?"

"If Y/N here knocks that cocky smile off your face, you finally gotta ask her on that date."

"Date?"

The loud 'thwack' that follows sends ripples across the bright yellow tarp. The edge of the ball connects with the black circle, bouncing off the side of the metal target. The board beneath Joaquin trembles, a sign of relief in response to narrowly missing that close call.

"Yeah," Sam smiles as he passes you your third and final ball. "You know that date I've been telling you to take her on so I can stop hearing how--"

"A date's fine," Joaquin speaks loudly drowning out the remainder of Sam's sentence.

His narrowed eyes burn a hole into a grinning Sam. The sight seeming foreign to anyone who has worked with Joaquin. The smile that spreads across his lips as he allows his gaze to return to you is the one you have associated with Joaquin for the last month.

It is a smile that comes the instance you acknowledge his presence. Whether it be a simple "morning, Torres," as you pass. Or the moments he catches himself ramblingly excitedly about the mission, only to find you watching him an amused smile on your lips. Or the sound of your laugh as you shake your head, trying not to cave to one of his corny jokes. It is the smile that had the entire unit convince Joaquin was falling hard for the analyst Sam brought in to assist on the mission.

"Hate to crush your dreams of a candlelight dinner, sweetheart, but no one's dunked me--"

Laughter drowns out the splash of water as the board shifts releasing Joaquín into the ice-cold tank. Even beneath the freezing surface, Joaquin can hear Sam's laughter above all the rest. When he finishes wiping the water from his eyes, Joaquin finds you standing alongside the tank.

"How's the water?" The smile on your lips grows as Joaquin pushes his damp hair back from his forehead.

"Not bad," he chuckles. His playful eyes meet your gaze. "You must have really wanted that date."

"So what do I get if I pay for the deluxe special?"

The sound of your voice pulls Jax's attention from the woman behind the wheel of the Mazda parked alongside him. Jax smiles widely as he watches you push the door of your jeep shut.

"I'd have to take you inside and show you."

The playful blue eyes focused on you cause you to arch your brow. "Since when are you afraid of an audience, Teller?"

"You know I'm not, darlin'" Jax chuckles as you retrieve your wallet. "I just know how shy you get. Wouldn't want you to hold back if we're planning on having some fun today."

Dropping the twenty into the jar in his hand, you can't deny your best friend a smile as Jax comes to a stop before you.

The parking lot of Teller-Morrow is full of cars, tables of food prepared by Gemma, familiar faces, and a number of shirtless Sons. The car wash is in full swing. You sat in line for fifteen minutes, listening to the car radio, as the line slowly inched it's way through the gate of the parking lot. The only reason you did not turn around to go home is that you are technically supposed to be working the car wash. You had promised Gemma you’d stop by after your shift at work.

“We need men to get their cars washed too, sweetheart,” she’d reminded you as she walked you out last night. “So come on by after work, bring your bikini and a smile.”

Although your arrival is nearly and hour late, one look around the crowded parking lot has confirmed your suspicions. Jax did not need the help. The prospect of seeing him, specifically, dripping in water and suds was enough to bring every woman in Charming down to the autoshop.

“You’re a little over dressed,” he notes, his eyes passing over your outfit.

“I came straight from work.”

“Hey, I’ve been working,” Jax starts, the rolling of your eyes causes him to chuckle.

“I’m sure you have.” The smile on your face grows as you tug your shirt over your head. “For someone’s whose been working, you’re awfully dry.”

“I had to leave some cars for you,” Jax continues, his eyes lingering on green fabric of your bikini top. “When word spread you’d be here, a whole line of cars showed up.”

“I bet,” you laugh sarcastically.

“Besides,” Jax grins as you bend down to retrieve the bucket of soapy water by his feet. “My job’s to bring in the cars, not wash ‘em.”

“I don’t know.” Your eyes pass over the parking lot. You wait until your gaze returns to his to continue. “I think some of these ladies might demand a refund if they don’t see you wet at least once today.”

“You sure you don’t have an ulterior motive, sweetheart?” Jax’s brow arches, tongue passing over his lips as your eyes drop from his. “If you wanna see—“

Jax freezes, his words getting caught between the breath that catches in his lungs. The remnants from the bucketful of soapy water launched his way drips from his head, down his chest, trickling down to his toes.

The initial shock leaves Jax and the on lookers quiet. Jax runs his hand down his face, wiping the suds away. Blinking, he shakes out his hair. The smile on his face growing as he takes in your playful eyes.

Jax runs his hands through his hair. “Was it worth it?”

You allow your eyes to take him in. A warm blush has crept across Jax’s skin by the times have you’ve finished allowing yourself to admire your handiwork.

“Nope.” The response is not what he is expecting. Jax’s brow furrows as he watches you shake your head. Bending down, you retrieve the second bucket, drenching him before he can move out the way. “Now it’s worth it.”

You only make it two steps before your feet are off the ground, Jax throwing you over your shoulder.

“I was just joking,” you giggle. The sound does little to deter Jax as he carries you across the lot towards the hose. “Jax!”

Music and laughter drift across the backyard of the Cody house. Empty beer bottles and soda cans have been abandoned. The once-bustling backyard is now empty. The party shifted inside to enjoy the steaks and burgers, fresh off the grill, in the sanctuary of air conditioning.

Your arms rest against the hot concrete of the pool’s edge, your cheek pressed against your skin. Eyes closed, you listen to the conversations and music muffled by the glass separating you from your friends.

From the moment your plane touched down at LAX, you have been dreaming of swimming in the Cody’s pool. After mingling and catching up with friends, you haven’t seen since Christmas break, you discarded your sundress and disappeared beneath the cool water.

“Shit, look who decided to fly back out West.” A soft smile finds your lips as the weight of Josh’s hands settles against your waist. “Thought Miss. Ivy League was too good to slum it with us criminals.”

“Trust me, nothing’s changed,” you catch a brief peek at a pair of playful light blue eyes as you look over your shoulder. “I’m only back because I missed the sun.”

J’s chuckle is low, his smile brushing against your shoulder as he guides your hips back to meet his. You could blame the heat as the reason why you don’t move away, say you’re too exhausted to muster up the strength, but the smile on your lips says otherwise. The kiss lingering against your pulse relaxes your limbs, your body thankful you have the edge of the pool to keep you stable.

It is a kiss fueled by a single purpose. To test the waters and disapprove the last conversation you and your ex-boyfriend shared on the phone a week prior.

“When you coming over?” It is a question you knew Josh would ask the moment you’d shared your plans to return home for the summer.

“When I have time,” you’d sighed. “I’m busy, Josh. I’ve got online summer classes, this internship, plus my part-time gig—we’re not in high school anymore. I can’t spend all day hanging by the pool with you.”

The sigh that escapes your lips as J’s fingers slip beneath the strap of your bikini brings a smile to his lips. He's one step closer to getting his answer. The pressure of his lips against your neck, paired with his wandering fingers, is enough to distract your mind from the heat bogging you down.

“‘S that all you missed?” J drags his thumb along the curve of your breast, urging you to answer his question.

Your silence prompts his touch to wander. The pad of his thumb, rolling over your nipple, coaxes out the answer to his question. Before it can slip out, betraying your declaration made when you left last summer, you bite your lip.

You nod your head, the “yep” you manage not sounding nearly as assured as it did in your head. “Well--that and this pool.”

“So, I take it you don’t wanna go inside?” The soft and meticulous kisses he leaves against your neck match the movements of his fingers as they drift beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“Josh, your uncles are inside--”

“So I guess we’ve gotta do it here then,” he mutters against your skin.

His face tucks against the warmth of your neck as he guides himself into you. Your mind lags, trapped between the wall and the heat of his touch. Time apart has done little to erase your body from his mind. Two years of a whirlwind romance meant J knew how to reel you back in, no matter how much time has passed. He knew where to place his lips and fingers, to shut off the rational part of your brain meant to warn you from falling back into this cycle.

His thrusts are slow and deep, his fingers helping build the pressure in a way that pushes away your initial fear of how you two might appear. Two exes who are incapable of escaping one another’s orbits. Somehow, the only two from the party who were not interested in eating or escaping the record-breaking heatwave. Two exes who can easily be seen if someone bothered to glance away from their conversation to look through the giant glass doors to the backyard.

From the kitchen, the breathless words Josh mutters against your ear appears to be an innocent attempt at catching up. No one would take a second glimpse. Each time you say you’re finished, the two of you fall back into one another’s orbit. But the grin on his face as you clench and tremble against him says otherwise.

“Welcome home, Ivy League,” he chuckles his lips pressing a final kiss against your shoulder, the warmth of his body slipping away as he pushes himself off the wall.

“You got ice cream?”

You glance away from your freshly opened cup of ice cream, to find your husband kicking off his shoes.

“Yep.” Nodding towards the living room, you redirect your attention to the vanilla ice cream. “The boys wanted some.”

Rio nods, eyes passing to the living room where his three sons can be found laying on the floor. Eyes focused on the movie playing, they both quietly eat their ice cream. The flattened Cold Stone bag resting on the counter causes him to pout.

“Where’s mine?”

Sliding your keys across the counter, you take a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Back at the store.”

Rio’s eyes roll, the playful eyes that briefly meet his causing him to reach forward. You skillfully block his hand, a giggle falling for your lips as you shield your ice cream.

“No one knew you’d be home this early,” you ignore the dark brown eyes trying their best to coax you into sliding the cup back within Rio’s reach. “If you would have let me know, I would’ve gotten you some.”

Rio remains where he is as you leave your explanation at that. He watches silently as you make a point of taking another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your gaze lifts, a smile forming as you watch his eyes follow the path of your tongue as you lick the whipped cream for the corner of your lips.

The snide remark stops on the tip of his tongue as Rio takes in the lightweight white crop top and high-waisted cutoffs you wear.

“You went out wearing that?”

“Last I checked, I can wear whatever I want.”

“I’m not saying that,” he starts. His brow arches as he takes a second look at the shorts you wear. “I’m more worried about the poor kid behind the counter. Probably won’t be able to get you outta his head for a week.”

Even if you don’t bother to entertain your husband’s teasing you know who Rio speaks of. The cocky college kid who worked the counter and flirted with every female to enter the store. The same college kid who melted and turned into a blubbering mess each time you smiled at him.

“Rio, stop teasing him,” you had mumbled the last time Rio joined you on the ice cream run. Your hand had slapped your husband’s chest as his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting against your shoulder. “It’s not funny.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t handle her, kid,” he chuckled as the poor boy fumbled with the change in his hand.

“What can a girl do?” you sigh, a casual tone falling from your lips. “It’s hot outside. There’s a heatwave.”

“So I’ve heard,” he notes. “You’re walking around with your ass hanging out, fueling every teenage wet dream down the block.”

Your shoulders let off a soft shrug as you take another spoonful of ice cream. Your husband’s gaze drifts lower, ghosting over your spine as your elbows rest against the marble countertop. His grip tightens as you push your hips back allowing your ass to grind against him.

“Jealousy has never been a good look on you, Christopher.”

Rio releases a dry laugh. “So you’re really not gonna share?”

“Nope.” Your playful eyes drift past him to the clock. “They don’t close for a few hours, so you still have time to go get your own. Say hi to my friend for me.”

“Damn,” Rio's head shakes, his hands settling on your waist. “First no kiss—“

“I’m sorry I’m not breaking my neck to greet you with a kiss at the door every time you come home,” the relaxing of your body against his chest, as his arms wrap around your middle, betrays the rolling of your eyes.

“Then, you can’t even share some ice cream?” Rio shakes his head. “With your own husband—“

“Who is grown, and old enough to get in the car—“

“The father of your children—“ He adds, his laughter muffled against the warmth of your neck.

“Oh my goodness,” you giggle pushing his hand away as he tries for the cup from a different angle. “Am I going to be hearing that the rest of my life?”

“Every damn day.”

Dropping your spoon into your cup, you push yourself upright before turning to face your husband.

He softly shakes his head, an amused smile toying with his lips as Rio takes your face in his hands. You stand on your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss he leaves against your lips draws you closer. A smile presses against your lips as your arms wrap around his waist pulling his body closer to yours.

“I’m still not sharing.” Your giggles fill the air before you can fully complete the sentence, the admission causing Rio’s eyes to roll. Your hand lightly presses against his chest. “Guess you’re not a good as you think.”

“It’s all good,” Rio chuckles, hands slipping into your back pocket to guide your hips closer. “That’s not what I want.”

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[bi-disaster-yn]

The Cap Quartet

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Late's Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist. I also have an AO3 account (Late_to_party_81) where I also post my stories.

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Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

An Artist and an Engineer 🥰🍆A Stucky x Reader - Non-Powered AU (WIP)

A Place on Earth 🥰😭🍆A Starker Canon Divergent AU (Done) plus Drabbles

SamBucky Stories 🥰😭🍆🌑🌶 Post Canon Series and Character Celebration events

Checkmate 🥰😭🍆🩸🍑🌑🌶A Loki x OFC Canon Divergent AU (Complete)

Ojos Asi 🥰😭🍆🩸Joaquín Torres X SWORD Agent! Reader (Complete)

Conclave 😭🍆🩸🌑Soft!Dark! SamSteveBucky x Reader - Apocalypse AU (WIP)

[River Deep] Mountain High 🥰😭🍆M'Baku x Journalist Reader (WIP)

You, Me and the Other Guy 🥰🍆Bruce Banner/Hulk x Reader (WIP)

I love you, then I hate you (and then I love you more) 🍆MeanDom! Steve x Sheild Administrator Brat! Reader

My beginning, my end, my everything 🍆😭🥰🩸Alpha!Nomad! Steve x Omega Reader

A little bit older 🍆😭🥰 DBF! Steve x Inexperienced Reader

Ari and his Angel 🥰🍆🌶Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Canon Adjacent

Full AU

Chris Evans Characters

Sebastian Stan Characters

Red, White and Royal Blue

All New 22 250/300 Follower celebration for me and @yarnforbrains

500 Follower Celebration All my little 'pass the parcel' and 'giftbag' drabbles

Kinktober 2022 Get your kink on this October

Challenge Yourself Challenge fics by others and drabble requests by me for my 1k celebration

Bucky Barnes Bingo 2023 Will I get a black-out this year? Yes!

Into an alternate Juni-verse 2023 A connect 4 mini- event

Hot Bucky Summer 2023 13 weeks of Bucky-based, sexy shenanigans

Stucky Bingo Round 5 Stretching my 'ship' wings

Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 Have I taken on too many Bingo's at once? Never!

Build a Bucky Bingo Round 1 Another bingo? Why yes!

Into an alternate Juni-verse 2024 A connect 4 mini - event, again!

Stucky Geek Events Bingo Round 1 All the bingos!

The music that we make A Bucky x reader mood board

Bullet in the gun A Stucky mood board

A Study of Seb A Sebastian Stan mood board

Save a horse, ride a cowboy (or two) A Steve x Reader x Bucky Cowboy AU mood board

Queen of all she surveys An Alpine and Bucky mood board

But what if we did? Lord Laufeyson x Governess Reader mood board with short blurb

Because she glitters you'll give her the world Mob!Reader x Sugarbaby! Wanda mood board with short blurb

The Champion’s Tribute Shrinkyclinks Stucky AU fibre art

The Charming Man Shrinkyclinks Stucky AU fibre art

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[joaquinwhorres]

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[moonlight-prose]

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1. How many works do you have on Tumblr?

Total?? Uh.... 26 for the star wars blog and I'm going to say like higher than 50 maybe for the main. (i have too many masterlists to count).

2. What are your top 5 fics by notes?

Innocent Kissing (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Dirty Little Secret (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Pleasure Is A Kind Of Pain (President Loki x fem!reader)

Trouble (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Black Velvet (1980s!Din Djarin x fem!reader)

3. What’s your total Tumblr word count?

I have no idea but my ao3 one is 267,017. Since not everything is there I'm going to say Tumblr is a lot higher.

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Absolutely!! I love seeing people's thoughts on what I write and especially love to interact with them. They make my whole year honestly and I re-read them often when I need something to cheer me up. I do my best to get to all of them, but some I don't see.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

This one I honestly don't know. I'd have to say either Winter Lover which was a Loki fic I wrote for the holiday season last year or my Shattered series from last year with Poe. I'm sure there's others, but I can't remember.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Pull up a chair cause this will take awhile. There's the 40s Steve Rogers fic Muse which has a heart wrenching ending. Siempre with Joaquín Torres that is still fluffy but doesn't end happily. When I Grow Too Old To Dream with 40s Bucky (another painful story) as well as Lover's Sighs with Bucky too. I'm also not being so nice lately with my Black Velvet series. I am unable to not write angst honestly.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Once. A short drabble with Javi and Ezra called Find Me In The Meadow. My Black Velvet series is also a crossover of some of the different eras of star wars.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

1000000000%. My blog is filth based with some heartbreak thrown in for spice. If I'm doing smut it's as dirty as I can get without feeling uncomfortable. Kinks are added, but again it's based on my comfort level as the writer so I don't go into dark themes and such.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

12. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm a big lover of SamBucky (they are hero husbands in my mind), Jamie and Claire, Finn and Poe (it was a romance). There's so many more that I forgot.

13. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

So many sadly. A series called Champagne Tears with Steve Rogers. Another series with The Thief from Pedro's commercial called Wicked Games and a Sam Wilson series Storm Of Love And War. All lost inspo and motivation for them sadly.

14. What are your writing strengths?

Feelings and description. I could write about them all day long which is probably why some of my works reach past 10k.

15.  What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue maybe. I find it difficult to throw in, especially during a smut scene. Don't exactly know what you're supposed to say in that situation so I improvise to the best of my ability.

16. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's great if you want to include it! But make sure to triple check and see if what you want to say is actually what you're saying and that it makes sense. Translators are okay (not always accurate), but if you know someone who speaks the language and can help then definitely ask them.

17. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Marvel and I'm still here.

18. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Without a doubt Black Velvet. I've put so much into that series that it's my baby. The fact that people choose to read it still shocks me to this day. I also have tons of love for Siempre. It's a fic that's extremely near and dear to my heart, because I didn't originally write it to be posted, I just wrote it for myself.

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[loveyhoneydovey]

Dating Sam and Joaquín headcanons

Note: I was trying to write headcanons and I couldn't pick which one of them I wanted to write about, so I was like "why not both?" So here's the result, it's a mess and I wrote this at 3AM, I'm so sorry 💀

All my stories are written with a bisexual reader of colour in mind, but anyone else is more than welcome to read them

Sam Wilson x Joaquín Torres x fem!Reader

Warnings: slight mention of injuries, SMUT (lots of filth i'm sorry)

· listen omg, constant entertainment from all three of you, like one of you is always up to something

· ok so i think it started out with only sam and torres

· they had been dating for a while before they first met you, their new neighbour

· you know how torres was fanboying over sam?? yeah, that was nothing compared to how you felt when you first met them

· like maybe you were struggling with the boxes you were carrying during your move because they were so full

· sam and joaquín were on their way home from their morning jog when they saw you, and what kind of people would they be if they didn’t help their cute new neighbour

· when they first introduce themselves, you’re just grateful to see the people in your new building are nice. You also felt like they looked super familiar

· they could see the gears turning in your head when they’d first introduced themselves. Both theorizing about how long it would take you to realize

· and then after like 2 minutes, it hits you, and you feel so dumb

· you try to remain calm and collected since you didn’t want them to think you were crazy or feel like they couldn’t be comfortable in their own home

· they were super chill too, you noticed joaquín was the more talkative one, while sam was content with letting his boyfriend take charge of the convo

· by the end of it you ended up agreeing to hang out together, you promised them baked goods as a thank you for their help

· you’d totally stuttered a few times, and half the time you were staring at them with heart eyes (which joaquín was not used to but sam was jngercewdc have y’all not seen the way torres looks at him whenever they interact?)

· you end up forming a relationship with them, which eventually morphs into something more

· none of you had ever had more than a partner before, so you were all figuring it out together

· torres would be so chaotic. So organized on the field, yet so clumsy at home

· sam is the one that has his shit together (not always but definitely most of the time)

· and when you start dating them, they quickly realize you’re even clumsier than joaquín, and sam’s like “oh no, there’s two of them now”

· ok let’s talk about the good stuff now

· so many freaking cuddles

· post-mission cuddles are a thing in this relationship

· just the three of you laying in bed, holding each other, tracing patterns on each other’s skin, enjoying each other’s presence

· both of them LOVE having their hair played with. only difference is sam has a bit of difficulty asking for it while joaquín will put his head on your lap and put your hand on his hair

· if they come home with minor injuries, you help them clean treat their wounds. The first time this happened, you only had avengers themed band aids (which torres LOVES), so from that point on you only buy those

· on lazy days, after some lazy morning sex, all three of you like to spend the day baking new recipes and eating them in bed

· joaquín getting whip cream on the corner of his lips and on his cheek

· sam making fun of him before you tell him he also has some on his nose

· sam putting whip cream on your face when you least expect it to get revenge

· tickle fights, they used to team up against you until an elbow was once accidentally thrown and someone got a black eye

· you and joaquín love taking cute pics of sam when he’s not looking. He noticed it eventually but never said anything because he thought it was adorable

· both you and joaquín coming home with stray animals and trying to convince sam to let you keep them

· and of course he’s gonna say yes, you two had perfected your puppy eye technique

· he’s that kind of person who says no to getting a pet, then ends up spoiling it more than you and joaquín combined

· you never need a blanket when you’re around them, especially around sam because they’re always so warm

· movie night dates always ended in the three of you doing anything but watching the movie

· both of them flying you with their wings at least once

· you calling them captain and lieutenant in public to tease them

· messing with them by acting like a fan who’s never met them

· like at one point you buy a poster of each one of them and go up to them and you’re like “i’m a big fan, may I get an autograph”, which makes them roll their eyes

· dude they’re also both so playful. Always cracking jokes and even competing to see who’ll come up with the best joke

· the three of you always know you have a home with the two others, and that you can always openly talk about your problems and insecurities without fearing each other’s reactions

· I think sam is the one that has a harder time asking for help. so you and joaquín are more attentive to his body language and any other signs that might reveal that he’s feeling down

· it breaks your heart because he was always taking care of you, joaquín and everyone else, and you needed him to know he was important too

· you decide one day that the three of you should go on vacation every once in a while, because you’d all been working so hard and deserved a little peace

· (also bc shitless sam and shirtless torres)

· imagine eventually they’d give you their dog tags as a way of proposing 🥺 i’m melting

· you had a little ceremony while on a tropical vacation with your closest friends and your pets and had the time of your lives

· you knew you technically couldn’t legally get married, but that didn’t matter. You wouldn’t have it any other way

NSFW headcanons

· now let’s get into the filthy stuff

· whenever you act up, you usually do it around joaquín, because you knew he’d have a harder time saying no or disciplining you

· and he knew you were using that to your advantage, he saw right through it

· yet most of the time it worked

· sam was more of a no nonsense type of person, so if you wanted to break the rules and act like a big girl, he was going to treat you like one

· sam is the ultimate brat tamer and you can’t convince me otherwise

· as a punishment, he loved making you ride his thigh (have y’all seen this man’s thighs? three course meal), but not letting you cum

· whenever you’d whine or pout, he’d remind you that you brought this on yourself

· while joaquín would try to get him to go easy on you, because he took pity on you and kinda has a soft spot for you

· until one day you made the mistake of pushing him too far

· maybe you’d felt like they weren’t giving enough attention, so you threatened to go get it somewhere else. Maybe you even brought up how you could go to that one friend who had a crush on you (you definitely weren’t going to, but you knew how to push their buttons)

· whether you were planning on following through with that threat of not didn’t matter

· you got the punishment of your life on that day

· he’d edged you for hours, to the point where you were crying and trembling and begging him to cum

· so he made you cum, non-stop

· “you wanted me to let you cum, didn’t you? Now take it like a good girl”

· even sam is SHOOK, now he almost took pity on you

· by the time they’re done with you you can barely remember your own name

· they took you to pound town 😌

· ALSO, you’re all switches, and sometimes you enjoy cuffing one of them or being the one giving out the orders

· I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, torres has a praise kink and LOVES being called a good boy

· Sam has one as well, but it’s more discreet

· likes being told how good he’s making the two of you feel, how no one else can do it like him

· ok but aftercare with them would be so soft

· you’re all super attentive to each other’s needs and usually know if it’s time for a bubble bath and cuddles or if you want to be held and drift to sleep

· lazy morning sex!!! just the three of you taking your time, exploring each other without a rush and not worrying about the outside world

· if they’re on a mission together and have a bit of free time, expect lots of nudes and teasing

· or sometimes even videos, which you find not fair because they have each other and you’re all alone

· NFJDNVEF imagine you buy them one of those clone a willy kits as a joke 💀💀💀 but you end up actually using them

· you know how they gave you their dog tags? yeah it drives them crazy whenever they’re fucking you or you’re riding them and they see the tags bounce

· especially those times where you’d wake them up in the middle of the night because you had a wet dream and couldn’t wait till the next morning. Where the only light entering your room would be provided by the moon, sometimes shining on the tags they gave you

· … imagine sometimes two of you decide to team up against the third and compete to see who’ll give them more orgasms 👀the loser has to do whatever the winner wants

· Jdfvfds lord this is such a long mess i’m so sorry

· in conclusion, there would never be a dull moment with those two and they’d be the sweetest, gentlest partners

Tags: @bury-my-love-inthe-moondust

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[galatially]

𝑗𝑜𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠 

𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟

𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

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[happypopcornprincess]

How would Joaquin ask you out? What would your first date be? And would he kiss you at the end of the night?

Thank you soo much @tuiccim for this ask <3 I absolutely, whole heartedly, truly love your fics 🤧😭 I had so much fun planning this out, hope you like it!!!

Night Changes (Valentine's Day Special)

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Avenger!Reader

Premise - Joaquin Torres is smitten by you, and he asks you out on a date :)

Warnings: None :)

Note: I truly believe Joaquin Torres would be the sweetest, most caring boyfriend one could have. Period.

· Joaquin saw you for the first time in a coffee shop in New York.

· You were there with some of your friends, sipping coffee and laughing at their jokes. He thought about you a lot after that, how your smile was so captivating, your laugh, intoxicating.

· The next time he saw you, you were kicking ass with Sam, and Bucky on one of his missions.

· Joaquin kept looking at you when you were sitting next to Bucky and talking to him on the plane, returning from the mission. Sam noticed.

· So, Sam introduces you to him and he finds out you're an Agent of Shield.

· He awkwardly tells you about seeing you before at the coffee shop.

· “I don’t know how to tell you this without sounding like a creep, but I’ve seen you before. A coffee shop in New York”

· And he was on cloud nine when you told him that you remember him there, and you thought he was cute.

· You spend the rest of the journey sitting with him talking about everything. You exchange numbers.

· He shyly asks you out as soon as the plane lands.

· You say Yes!

· When he asks where you want to go, you tell him, “Surprise me!” and go back to SHIELD headquarters.

· He calls you as soon as he reaches home and you talk for a long time.

· You agree upon meeting him on a Sunday when you both were free.

· He takes hours to pick an outfit, and after a disastrous session of fashion advice from both Sam and Bucky, he finally picks out a casual outfit – Brown trousers, a white T-shirt, and a Black Jacket.

· The Same thing happened with you, and you settle down on a white floral sundress with black wedges, unknowingly matching his outfit.

· It was a beautiful spring evening when he picked you up from your place with a bouquet of white flowers, and realise you two are matching. You have a pleasant laugh and he offers you his arm, which you take <3

· “You told me to surprise you so get ready for it!” saying so he led you to his motorbike.

· You drive through the city with the wind blowing your hair to a vintage two-story building.

· You enter to see that it was a 1980’s style vintage café. The ceiling was low and it was not crowded. You take a seat near the window overlooking the busy roads of New York.

· He takes your hand gently, “I never got to ask you out for a coffee, so I thought it would be best to start it here” he smiles.

· And you swear you fell for him then and there.

· You order some cookies and coffee and talk.

· He tells you about growing up in Arizona with his grandmother, his friends, and how he came to be the new falcon.

· You tell him about growing up in the countryside and how much you miss the open fields and fresh air. How you joined SHIELD in hopes of helping people like the Avengers did, your time there, and getting a chance to work with the Avengers.

· By the time you finished your coffee, it was dark. You sit on the backseat of his bike and he takes you to a small park hidden behind the tall buildings of New York. It was a small clearing in between two buildings, away from all the hustle of the city. He asks you to stand at the entrance of the park as he runs inside

· And suddenly the whole park glows with a golden hue.

· The dirt path leading inside was illuminated by small bulbs hanging above it. The trees and bushes were covered with fairy lights. In the end, Joaquin was standing, holding his phone and smiling at you.

· This was the stuff from some rom-com movie. You make your way towards him trying not to blush, and it was hard.

· You stand in front of him and he looks at you with adoration in his eyes.

· He fidgets with his phone and you hear music.

· You laughed at how unreal this was when he extended his arm and asked, “may I have this dance?”

· You take it and music starts playing around you, and you realize it’s a surround sound system. You dance together to old, new and your favorite songs.

· You dance for a long time and eventually an old slow song comes up, and you sway to the music.

· When the song ends, you stay there, hand in hand, your chest flush against his.

· It took all his will to break the intense eye contact between you and he offers to take you home.

. While he rode through the bustling streets of New York and towards your home, you held him close. parks his bike outside the apartment and walks you home.

· You stand there in front of your apartment with him, an awkward silence between you both. “So,” you say, “I enjoyed it a lot!” you shyly say, looking at your feet.

“I enjoyed it too” he replies. “It’s really nice to spend time with you.” He speaks.

· You look at him to see him smiling, looking at his feet.

· “I’d love to do this again.” You say and he looks at you, right in your eyes.

· A beat passes. And then a second.

· You take a step towards him, your breath hot on his skin. You land a gentle kiss on his cheek.

· As you try to move back, he captures your lips with his in a quick peck. You stand there looking at him with wide eyes and he does the same.

You slam your lips against his with such force that he staggers back but returns to the same state.

· He pulls you in by your waist and you slither your hands around his neck.

· You pull back, running out of breath.

· “My base tomorrow?” he asks you, breathless.

· “Sure.” You reply with a smile playing on your lips.

· “Good night, Y/N,” he says as he descends down the stairs, looking at you with that smirk that made you weak in your knees.

· “Good night, Joaquin,” you say back.

· You open the door to your apartment and lean back on it, your back resting on the door, biting your lip. Because Lieutenant Joaquin Torres was trouble, and you couldn't wait to get in trouble with him.

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

sunrise.

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a/n: i never watched avengers: endgame so i have no idea how people returned from the blip. I'm using the idea of people returning to the same spot they disappeared from with no memory of what happened. so if this doesn't fit, just pretend it does.

request: Can we pls get Torres reuniting with his girlfriend after the blip?

sum: joaquin remembers the last moment he saw you. the kiss and "i love you" he didn't get as he stalked out of the apartment. a pointless argument induced by lack of sleep and stress from work. each morning he wakes, wishing he could take it back.

pairing: joaquin torres x black!reader | words: 980 | rating: 💙

“She’s my best friend.” The soft smile on Joaquín’s lips brought one to his grandmother’s lips.

That is how Joaquín introduced you to the most important woman in his life. The look in his eyes, as he watched you step forward for a hug, was one Mariana had never seen on her grandson.

Joaquín truly believed the words--so did you. He often found himself wondering how the two of you clicked instantly.

How can you feel at home with someone you haven't known your whole life?

Joaquín also often found himself wondering, what if he’d hadn’t been running late the morning he met you?

Would his fate had diverged, creating a new chance for the two of you to meet? Or would you both have gone about your days unaware of the missed opportunity?

“She’s my best friend.”

It was a phrase Joaquín told everyone eager to meet the woman who left the young man grinning. It translated to, “she knows me better than anyone.” She can sense when I’m anxious, overthinking, and stressed. She always knows what to say to help me calm down when an argument is brewing.

Maybe that’s why fighting was rare in your relationship. Being a rarity meant when fights do happen, they are bad.

The morning life changed for the world Joaquín's kitchen is filled with raised voices and hurtful words. Neither of you can pinpoint the reason you had gone to bed angry, and neither of you stops to try. The anger is left to ferment during the sleepless night, bleeding into the morning.

Joaquin left you crying, standing alone in the kitchen, the slamming of the front door echoing.

The heat of his skin and racing pulse curbs by the time Joaquin starts the engine of his truck. Both drowned out by the need to apologize. When Joaquín makes it back upstairs, you're already gone.

Years passed, and Joaquín's mind still drifts to the last words he said to you that morning. Each time he steps into the kitchen, pausing to get a cup of coffee, they echo in his mind. The look on your face, lingering as he shuts the front door behind him.

It has been his first thought the last five years--except this morning.

Joaquin is in the process of turning off the shower when the sound of clattering pots drifts down the hallway.

The sound is unexpected and unexplainable. It prompts Joaquín to grab the nearest weapon he can find--the aluminum baseball bat propped up against the corner of his bedroom.

Joaquin isn’t sure what he expects to find when he rounds the corner, but what he finds is nowhere on the list of possibilities rushing through his mind.

What he finds leaves Joaquin frozen in mid-swing, bat over his shoulder, in the center of his kitchen doorway.

His faded orange Arizona t-shirt is oversized on you. It is the same you wore the last time he saw you. Your back is to him as you stand before the stove. The countertop is littered with half the contents of the refrigerator. The Keurig sputtering out the final drops of coffee into a mug.

Joaquin blinks, his eyes gripping shut.

The image of you will be gone once his eyes open. Joaquín has learned not to fall for the simple tricks of the mind.

He waits.

The seconds seem to trickle past as he attempts to steady the uneven beating of his heart. Strangely, part of Joaquín wishes he'll open his eyes to find he's still in the shower daydreaming of you.

But, when he opens his eyes, Joaquin finds his surroundings have not changed. He's still standing in his kitchen doorway, and you're still making breakfast.

Headphones in, you hum quietly to the song playing. Your focus is on the bowl of cracked eggs in your hand.

Joaquin opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. His mind shorts, struggling beneath the emotions flooding his system.

“Do you want eggs?” Reaching up to remove your headphones, you listen for a response.

When one does not come, you turn to discover Joaquin in the doorway. Towel wrapped around his waist, baseball bat hanging at his side. His brown eyes are wide and focused on you. They pass over the features of your face, moving to take in your entire appearance, his expression a mixture of confusion and shock.

“Nice to see you finally made it out," the soft smile on your lips does nothing to change your boyfriend’s demeanor. "I was about to come to check on you."

Joaquin's eyes only meet yours once you say his name.

“Joaquín...you’re leaking...” You motion towards the puddle accumulating beneath his feet. Your eyes pass over the water droplets clinging to the ends of his damp hair. Joaquin pays your observation no mind as he takes a step in your direction. “Are you okay?”

His voice comes out faint, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

The look in his wide brown eyes causes your brow to furrow.

“It’s just water, Joaquin--”

Your voice trails off as the warmth of his palms find your cheek.

Joaquín waits until your eyes lift to meet his to continue. They are words he’s spent the past five years repeating himself.

“No--I’m sorry for what I said--”

“Yesterday?” You lightly roll your eyes, hoping to ease the look on his face. “It’s okay. I said some pretty stupid things too.”

Standing on your toes, you bring your lips to his. You leave a second kiss, a pout forming once he doesn’t return it.

“Actually, I take that back,” you leave the third kiss, this one lingering. A soft smile finds yours lips as his touch drifts to back of your neck keeping his lips against yours. Your nose brushes against his before you give Joaquín a final kiss. He finds a playful glint in your eyes as you pull back to meet his gaze. “I’m still upset...You’re gonna have to kiss me until I forgive you.”

Joaquín Torres: @1940sbuckybarnes

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[galatially]

obviously not today or anytime soon, but i want to write a band au with an OC and Joaco. He seems like a guitarist/vocalist type, no?

#joaquín torres #guitarist!joaquín torres x black!lead singer!reader #like i can already imagine the songs they'd write about each other when they're happy sad etc #giving very much rumors vibes lol #shut up kendra

[calif0rnia-lovers]

10 ‘i love you’s’

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The best things come when you don't even try

pairing: joaquin torres x black!reader | words: 1.7k | rating: 💙

requested: no, based on this prompt: Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”

sum: they say our hearts know we’re in love before our minds. 10 times joaquin showed he loved you before he realized he was falling.

Joaquin is a hopeless romantic, and he’s not afraid to admit it.

The moment he laid eyes on you, Joaquin knew he was in trouble. He blames it on you—primarily your eyes.

Joaquin is a sucker for eyes. He believes you can determine a lot about a person through their eyes.

When he’s back home, Joaquin visits the same cafe each morning. Trying to figure out how to work a Keurig is the last thing he wants to do in the morning. He had caught your eyes across the congested coffee shop. He still remembers the soft, kind eyes which met his. The smile which followed set the hook.

He may be a hopeless romantic, but Joaquin recognizes the challenge of maintaining a relationship. It takes a special person to join the military. It also takes a special person to love and support someone in the military—especially an officer on active duty. Distance and stress can wear relationships down. It can breed resentment between partners.

If he stops to think, Joaquin fell in love with you the moment your lips first met his. It came unexpectedly. He was too busy overthinking how to make his move. He was set to TDY for three weeks and wasn't sure if "taking the next step" was best. Luckily for him, you'd taken the reins. Leaning across the console of his truck, you placed a soft kiss against his cheek. The tiny smile on his lips morphing into a grin as you left a second kiss against his lips. No one had ever left him breathless with such a simple action. Before you'd gotten out of the truck his mind was already searching for the next moment he could kiss you again.

But Joaquin has had his heart broken before. He made a promise to himself this time around: don’t rush into things—take it slow.

Joaquin might not have whispered the words I love you, yet but he shows it every day.

1. Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

Knowing your partner's love language can help strengthen and save your relationship. You have come to discover Joaquin's love language is a mixture of quality time and physical touch.

Joaquin understands his commitment to the Air Force. Even when doesn't want to leave you behind, he doesn't have a choice. So, he tries to spend as much time with you as possible when he's home.

Joaquin did not notice it at first, but his body strives to catch up on the contact it's missed the moment he's returned.

If you're nearby, Joaquin is touching you.

If he's driving, his right hand is resting on your thigh. You're seated on the sofa watching tv—Joaquin's fingers are drawing patterns into your skin. He's stayed over for the night, he's not sleeping on his side of the bed. He's half-asleep and shuffling past you in the kitchen before work—his hands gently squeeze your hips as he ducks down to kiss your shoulder.

When you're walking, his arm can always be found draped over your shoulder—your body resting against his. His fingers are interlaced with yours, his lips pressing a kiss against your temple.

2. Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

Your fourth date was the county fair. It was a night full of sugar, laughter, and stolen kisses. He might be highly competitive, but Joaquin is too distracted with stealing glances in your direction to win at half the booths.

He lets you drag him into the photobooth--because strangely he's never used one before. You're seated in Joaquin's lap, fingers brushing through his hair, his arm around your waist.

"We're doing two sets," you smile, his eyes focused on yours. "So, break out that cute smile of yours."

Joaquin keeps one of the photo strips in his left cargo pocket. You keep the other photo strip on the refrigerator door in your apartment.

3. Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

Early Sunday morning. Breakfast made and eaten, coffee consumed. You're still wearing your pajamas, Joaquin is in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. You're supposed to be cleaning your apartment because Sundays are for cleaning.

Little progress has been made.

Like so many moments in your relationship, you're a breathless, giggling mess. Your boyfriend is supposed to be sweeping, but he's abandoned the task.

Joaquin is singing. His off-key rendition of the song playing is enough to make you smile. But it's the confidence in both his smile and voice which makes you grin. He may be off-key, but Joaquin knows all the words.

He catches your waist as you pass, forcing you to abandon the idea of cleaning. By the end of the song, you're singing along as he guides you through the apartment.

4. Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

You're seated beneath the stars, thankful for the light breeze hitting your heated skin. Music and laughter surround you. You've lost track of the number of songs you've danced to.

Your eyes are on the crowded dance floor, your heels on the floor beneath your chair. The wedding reception started hours ago but is still in full swing.

Joaquin had never been to a wedding until tonight. Joaquin found himself meeting all of your childhood friends and completing his first couple's trip in one swing. From the moment he saw you, standing alongside the bride at the altar, Joaquin can't keep his eyes off you.

Or the idea of marriage out of his mind.

Neither can you.

You both know it's the whimsical spell of a wedding. But that doesn't stop Joaquin's eyes from finding yours as he patiently waits for his refill, the smile on your lips bringing one to his.

5. Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

Joaquin leaves his truck with you. It gives you a reason to be the last person he sees before he takes off. The first person he sees when he lands.

Leaving you behind is always the harder of the two.

No matter how long he's away, the departure is always the same. His face tucked against your skin, his arms around you. His smile is always reassuring because he doesn't want you to worry. But his grip tells you he hates the departures as much as you. It's too tight, but you don't object.

"I'll be back before you know it," he smiles, lips pressing against your forehead.

Returning is always the same, no matter how long he's away. Whether it is three days, three weeks, or a month, Joaquin lifts you off your feet. His arms tight around you as you take his face in your hands. The kisses you press against his cheeks and nose breaking a grin across his face.

6. Telling them a dumb joke just to hear them laugh.

What's your favorite thing about him?

It's a standard question that comes once people learn you have a boyfriend. The list of favorites concerning Joaquin Torres is too long to count.

His smile is at the top of the list. Joaquin's smile comes in several variations. Some are reserved specifically for you. Your favorite smile is the one that comes far too often in your relationship.

Joaquin loves to hear you laugh. Joaquin is also a goofball who has the largest arsenal of cheesy jokes.

In all honesty, Joaquin knew you were perfect for him when you first laughed at his jokes.

It always starts the same.

His dark brown eyes are playful as they lift to meet yours. The boyish smile you've come to love slowly stretching into a mischievous grin.

"You look so familiar…" His brow furrows as he returns to your table, two lattes in his hands. "Didn't we take a class together in high school?"

Your eyes roll, the smile already forming on your lips as you reach for your latte. "It is too early for this--"

"I could've sworn we had chemistry."

The smile on his face, as your giggle fills the air, makes it worth it.

7. Participating in a hobby because it interests them

Joaquin has no trouble working out--it's a requirement for the job. He prefers cardio. Running is his favorite.

He tried to get you to join him on his morning runs...that lasted all of about two days. His stamina is too good for you to match.

He still runs, but Joaquin has now taken on yoga.

The first session left him wiped. You couldn't stop smiling as you stole glances in his direction. He thought he had balance, but his body teetering to the side proved him otherwise. His eyes watching your every move, trying his best to match your posture to the tee.

"You did so good!" You giggle, lips pressing against his cheek as he wraps his arms around you.

"I'm tired," he groans dramatically. His body goes limp, his weight causing you to stumble. "You might need to carry me home."

8. Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Joaquin is well-traveled. He's gone more places than you can count. If it were up to him, he would travel non-stop. He loves learning about other cultures.

Each time he returns home, Joaquin brings you a token.

Whether it's a keychain, a necklace, or a book--he has the biggest grin on his face as he produces the wrapped box. "I got you something."

9. Giving them a kiss before work while they're still in bed.

The first morning he woke up alongside you, Joaquin truly debated being late to work.

Showered and dressed, he'd stopped to press a kiss against your forehead. A soft smile finds his lips as your body stirs, your lips blindly seeking his out.

"I gotta go," he sighs, the warmth of your fingers drifting into his hair pulling back towards the mattress.

"Or, you could just stay here," you propose. "Just for five more minutes."

The soft kiss you leave against his lips deepens, suddenly making your voice the one of reason.

10. Running out in the middle of the night to get a snack they're craving.

You're parked far away from the city lights.

Blankets and pillows in the bed of his pickup truck.

Your fingers tight around the strands of his dark hair. Your pulse uncontrollable as his hips slowly thrust into yours. His lips are soft, teasing kisses pressing against your neck. The ice cream you begged Joaquin to take you to get is gone. There are goosebumps on your skin. They are either from the chill on his lips or the warmth of his wandering hands.

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