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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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My Wingman 💋| Joaquin Torres Marvel Headcanon

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Joaquin Torres crushing on an avenger would look like:

Just shortly before the Ultron drama, you were a young recruit to the avengers after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Unbeknownst to the team—especially Natasha—you were a former Black Widow who escaped the red room during a mission and defected to the U.S. before Dreykov could track you. Because the Red Room was constantly moving, you were clueless to where it could have gone and for your protection Fury had your identity changed and record concealed from the rest of the organization. This of course had people wary and suspicious of you—considering you were exceptional in the field—but you kept a low profile and did whatever Fury asked of you. He promised to inform you if the Red Room every came on their radar and vowed to help you take it down when the time came.

Unfortunately that promise would not happen with the implementation of the Sokovia Accords. Fury was off the grid, and your teammates were at odds with one another. Though you verbally remained neutral and did not physically get involved when the fight in Germany occurred, behind the scenes you were supportive of Steve and became close with him and Sam. You finally went rogue at 17 when Natasha confronted you after she discovered your identity and the fact the Red Room was still active. “Fury knew didn’t he? This whole time—you both knew Dreykov was still out there!” “It’s more complicated than you think, Natasha. I was barely fourteen when I escaped and had no where else to go! Fury did what he had to protect me. We both have tried tracking the Red Room but have gotten no leads.” “Well I have one. So let’s go end this once and for all.”

Together you two took down Dreykov with the help of her adoptive family before ultimately meeting up with Steve to break the others out of the Raft. For two years you went on the run. Then in 2018 you all were called to battle against the Mad Titan, Thanos, where you lost half of the population when he succeeded in his mission. For five years you and Natasha remained at the compound, doing whatever you could to maintain the Avengers. And when the opportunity came to fix it all, you were left heartbroken at the loss of her and Tony.

Sam took you under his wing (pun intended) when you and the other former fugitives received pardons. Steve was gone, the Avengers were not so much an active organization anymore, and the Accords had been abolished. You pretty much became a government agent again—with your true identity now that Dreykov was long gone. Every agency wanted you; FBI, CIA, Homeland Security, OSI, the Secret Service, even the goddamn Marshals were calling you to be one of their operatives. “Have you decided whose badge you’ll wear yet?” “I’ve pretty much narrowed it down to either the CIA or OSI. Ross is with the CIA so that’s a plus, but with OSI I could work with you when you’re off with the Air Force. Honestly, Sam, I feel like just becoming a free lance so I can get a taste of everything.”

In the end, you did become a free lance agent under the code name ‘Red Widow,’ as not to be confused with Natasha since she was always known as THE Black Widow. You wore a similar suit she did, except yours was red and the hourglass on the belt was black. You enjoyed being a free lance agent where you got to be flexible with what you did. But boy was it fucking hell at times. One week you’re escorting the President, the next you’re investigating a potential threat to the country, and (like most times) you’re partnering with Sam when he finds himself in a pickle. It’s on one of those many adventures with Sam that you meet First Lieutenant Joaquin Torres.

After the threatening phone call from Karlie, Sam had called you and you immediately sent a team of agents to protect his sister & nephews before getting on a plane to Riga. It was not even a second after you landed that you received dozens of phone calls, emails, texts, and news notifications about what took place in the middle of a crowded area between John Walker and a member of the Flag Smashers. You pretty much hauled ass to the location when you finally got a hold of Sam—and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel satisfaction at being the one to cuff Walker and escort him to the SUV.

Finally you find your friends, running into Bucky on his way out where you two exchanged words on what he was about to do. “Need me to get in touch with Okoye for you?” “I’m already on it—don’t worry about me.” After saying goodbye you entered the doorway to see Sam and a young Air Force Officer chatting. “Hope I’m not interrupting.” “You’re right on time, Red.” Your voice had the officer, who had his back to you, spinning around to which he froze when y’all made eye contact. First thing you thought was, ‘Damn he’s a cutie.’

Joaquin was practically smitten upon first glance. There was a light blush to his cheeks when he unconsciously checked you as you strutted up to the pair in your eye catching Red Widow suit. When Sam introduced him, the man couldn’t even find his voice, “Uh-Uh hi. I-I’m Torres—Joa-Joaquin Torres.” Sam looked amused, as did you, “Nice to meet you, Joaquin. I’ve got many names, but you can call me Y/n or Red.” Your wink at the end pretty much sealed the deal, Joaquin thinking, ‘Oh yeah, I’m screwed.”

Anytime Sam called you after that Joaquin would silently looking forward to seeing you. He thought you were absolutely beautiful, funny, intelligent, and a complete badass. The first time he saw you in action the man was rendered speechless. Of course he knew who you were (after restoring the population, you and the remaining avengers were international heroes) so Joaquin was pretty much a fanboy (if you know you know 😉). Seeing you take down ten men twice your size in the flesh was something he literally bragged to his squadron about for days.

You were well aware of the little crush Joaquin had on you. And to be honest, you shared the feeling. The first time you saw him you thought he was adorable with his cute smile and blushing cheeks (not to mention he looked damn good in uniform). Anytime Sam called you up and Joaquin was there, you couldn’t pass on the opportunity to flirt with him. “Nice to see your pretty face again, Torres.” “I heard that Sam gave you his old wings…have you decided what to do with them? I could use a wingman now that Sam is off being Captain America and hardly needs me anymore.”

Something about you implying you’d want him as a wingman motivated Joaquin to finish fixing up the wings he had already started working on. It excited him to work with you from behind the scenes, but he was itching to get in the air/on the ground and be an asset alongside you. Sam could tell what his goal was, so the older man slowly took Joaquin under his wing like he did you to help prepare him for the superhero life.

When it finally came time for Joaquin to join in on the action, he became your eyes in the sky while you scouted the ground. The Air Force was pretty much your main employer (similar to Sam) but you still did work for other agencies. And since you and Joaquin worked so well together, it was no surprise you’d call him up for help. He was your wingman after all. Not too long after, you two were a team sought after by the many agencies you did free lance work for. “Damn that’s the third mission this month! Don’t you ever get tired of this sometimes?” “Everyday, but I gotta keep the bills paid, pretty boy.”

Your friendship was very flirtatious. People often thought you two were a thing and were surprised to find out they were wrong. You teased and bickered, gave little glances when the other wasn’t looking and complimented each other. His name in your phone was literally ‘pretty boy💋’ and yours was either ‘muñeca🧸’ (doll) or ‘hermosa🥰’ (beautiful). Each time y’all would call the other the pet names, you’d both blush. The crushes on each other definitely increased with each flirtatious remark.

“Damn girl, you know how to make an entrance.” “Wait don’t go yet, let me commit your face to memory in case I die out there.”

“Imma need you to focus, Torres. I know I’m exceptional to look at, but I don’t want that pretty face of yours getting hurt because you’re distracted.” “If you die out there, who’s gonna dance with me at next months officers ball?”

It would be a good time before Joaquin finally worked up the courage to ask you out. As much as he liked you, there was the fear it would ruin the friendship y’all had created. Joaquin admired you from afar and would brush aside his feelings when it came time to business, but at the end of the day there was no denying he wished for something more. At one point Sam even brought it up, wondering why he hadn’t made a move. “It’s complicated, Sam. She’s my wingman and I’d hate to lose her.” “Torres, I see the way she looks at you. Have you ever noticed she never flirts with anyone else when we go out. At banquets people hit on her, but her eyes are only on you. Trust me, she wants the same thing as you.”

Although Sam’s words made him confident, Joaquin was still anxious it wouldn’t work. So he continued to harbor his crush on you from behind the scenes. Finally you had enough and decided to take matters into your own hands after a mission. It had been nearly a year since y’all met and quite frankly your feelings for Joaquin were starting to become overwhelming. “Are we gonna dance around this forever, Torres? Or, am I gonna have to drag you to the bar to have a drink with me and kick this off once and for all?”

At his incredulous expression, you walked up with your hands coming to his collar to pulled him toward you. That finally had him snap out of his daze, face red by how flustered he was. But within his expression was joy and awe, “I-uh. Are you sure, y/n? I care about you so much a-and I know I’ve made my crush on you painfully obvious b-but I-I don’t wanna ruin what we have—.” “Joaquin, you’ll always be my wingman because I trust you more than anyone else on this planet. The fact you are blind to see I feel the same about is both shocking and adorable. I want you to be my wingman both on and off the field in a more personal manner. So what do you say?”

Let’s just say, the kiss you received was him a great answer.

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fanboyswhore9 · 8 months

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Fuck! Who knew football could look hot on Danny?😍😍😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 months

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(1) “Ah yes, you’re so different from Joaquin Torres. He’s got wings, you…also have wings. But hey, at least you got a metal frisbee to make you stand out!”

(2) “Nothing says America more than fighting the evil leftists who want a world without borders and stopping the forced relocation of people. Hell yeah!”

(3) “You know, the Avengers could’ve really used your help against Ultron. Even Steve Rogers took a break from finding Bucky!”

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violetmuses · 10 months

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@fanboygarcia I'm not ready for Joaquin to come back! I just might cry. 🪽

#joaquin torres #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon #danny ramirez #falcon and the winter soldier #mcu #marvel #tfatws #fatws

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Home For Christmas

12 Days of Christmas: Day 4

Plot: You think this Christmas will be the second one in a row without Joaquin home. But, unbeknownst to you, he has a surprise up his sleeve.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Gn!reader

A/N: I did not specify which 'Falcon' the ornament was referencing, so you can choose lol.

Warnings: None!

Words: 1k

You had a grin on your face as you walked around the house showing Joaquin the decorations you had put up.

"And, here are our stockings!" You said cheerfully as you panned the camera to the stockings hanging above the fireplace.

You and Joaquin had made them together a few years before. It had been your first Christmas together. And now, this would be your second Christmas in a row apart.

You heard him chuckle. "And what about the ornaments on the tree?"

Turning the camera to the tree in the corner, you walked closer. "I've only put on the lights and tinsel so far. The ornaments were always your favorite part, it feels weird putting them on alone."

"Well maybe when I get some time to call tomorrow, you can prop me up and I can watch."

You smiled as you turned the camera towards your face. "I was hoping you'd say that."

He grinned at you "Did you get the one I sent you?"

Walking over to the table, you flipped the camera. "Yes, I did." You spoke with amusement as you lifted the Falcon themed ornament he had sent you.

"Nice! I want that one right up front!"

"Yes Sir." You chuckled.

Hearing a muffled noise in the background, you saw Joaquin's face change before he looked back into the camera.

"I gotta go love."

You were certain the disappointment showed in your face, but you tried to smile.

"Alright."

"I will see you later okay? I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled more brightly this time. "Be careful, and text me when you can, okay?"

"You got it." He winked as he waved goodbye.

Waving in return, you saw the screen go black before the call ended. You sighed as you looked over at the tree, feeling your chest tighten a bit. It never felt right when he wasn't here, especially around the holidays. It had been nearly two months since you saw him last, you had both been so busy with work, which unfortunately kept you separate recently.

Setting your phone down, you walked around the house, the only sound you could hear was the padding of your feet on the tile. Recalling two years before, when you and Joaquin decorated the house, you felt a hint of melancholy wash over you.

The whole house had smelled like cookies, as Christmas music played over the speakers. You and Joaquin danced around together, as you decorated. Fighting playfully over which decorations went on the tree that year, before you decided to put all of them. Remembering how crowded and ridiculous the tree looked, you smiled.

After setting out a few more decorations, and cleaning up the kitchen, you headed up the stairs to take a shower. You tried to distract your thoughts with the final few Christmas present you still had to buy.

One decently long shower later, you got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom. You only made it a few steps before you stopped, your heart picking up pace as you felt your senses go into overdrive.

The soft sound of Christmas music could be heard from downstairs. Looking at your phone, you checked to see if you had connected to the speakers. Seeing this was not the case, you slowly and quietly walked towards the stairs.

Peering down the stairway, you could hear the music better, and you heard the sound of soft footsteps near the kitchen. Your heart began pounding in your chest as you quietly made our way down the steps, trying not to make a sound.

Did a family member stop by? A friend? Or was this worse? Your hands were clenched as you tried to remain calm, but prepared.

As you made your way onto the floor, you reached over and pulled an umbrella from the stand by the front door. Stepping around the corner, your whole body jolted as you saw someone standing in the kitchen.

The person stood upright out of surprise as you rounded the corner.

Your heart seemed to jump through your chest at the sight, as emotion welled through you quickly.

"Joaquin?" Your voice was a shrill whisper.

Joaquin's eyes darted from the umbrella in your hand to your face as he grinned "Did I scare you?"

"Did yo- Joaquin!" You threw the umbrella to the ground as you ran over to him.

He rounded the counter quickly as he scooped you into his arms, lifting you off the ground momentarily.

"What are you doing here!?" You voice was heavy with emotion as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

His familiar scent washed over you and you felt tears well in your eyes. You shut them tightly as you heard him chuckle.

"I wanted to surprise you. There was no way I was gonna let you spend two Christmas's in a row without me."

As you let go of each other, you looked into his face and smiled before you softly smacked his shoulder.

"You know I hate being caught by surprise."

He grinned "Even by me?"

You smiled and shook your head as you tugged his collar, pulling him into another hug "You're the exception"

He hugged you tightly before pulling away to press a kiss to your cheek. You gently cupped his face, before you kissed, your chest heavy with emotion and excitement.

When you pulled way he spoke softly in a sing song voice "I got you."

You rolled your eyes lightly "Yes, you did. Where were you when we were talking earlier?"

"Airport." He said with a cheeky smile.

"So you're home for Christmas?" You asked, your voice hopeful.

He nodded "And a bit longer, I got a pretty decent leave. By the time I have to go, you'll be ready to get rid of me."

You shook your head "That would never happen."

He smiled as he pulled you into another quick kiss.

"Now, how about we turn up the Christmas music, make some hot cocoa, and decorate the tree huh?"

A grin spread across your face as you nodded. You let out a startled laugh as Joaquin suddenly scooped you up into his arms and began carrying you into the next room. You held tightly onto him, as joy washed over you.

This was a Christmas you'd never forget.

xx End xx

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joaquinwhorres · 2 years

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thorough (fckboy!Joaquin Torres x f!Reader)

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

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

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,928

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

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

A single notification flashed across her screen.

U up?

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

Her screen lit up again.

Or has circuits put u to sleep? 🥱

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

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

Oh god. She was broken.

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

Circuits.

Not dick.

Circuits.

Not–

Her phone lit up again.

It didn't kill u did it??? 😱🪦

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

Not today Satan.

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

Not yet but I am slowly dying.

The three dots in response were instantaneous.

Sounds like you need to take a break. 😉

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

Come over.

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

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

Evidently he'd been studying for Circuits too.

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

"Hey," he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Starbucks counts as really good coffee, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grinned. "Por qué no los dos?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he dove back in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And?" he asked with a small smirk.

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

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

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

"I want you to tell me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

"I'll meet you there at seven."

#joaquín torres smut #joaquín torres #joaquín torres oc #joaquín torres x reader #joaquín torres x oc #fuckboy!joaquín torres #fuckboi!torres #fuckboy!torres #joaquín torres fic #marvel fic #marvel smut #tfatws fic #fatws #fatws fic #tfatws #college!au #college au #marvel college!au

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writingdumpster · 2 years

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i’m working on a joaquin torres fic, but would anyone read a Top Gun fic for Fanboy? i love me some danny ramirez

edit: both are posted, check my masterlist (it’s pinned)

#danny ramirez #top gun #top gun maverick #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #danny ramirez x reader #fanboy #FATWS #top gun x reader #fanboy x reader #ACtalks

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littlebird616 · 2 years

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yoooo, thought I would share my new Zemo fan fic on here if anyone would like to read! (Joaquin Torres and Bucky also are contenders in the story)

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guiltburdened · 2 months

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Yes, Marvel. We know you're replacing Bucky with Joaquin Torres in Captain America: Brave New World. Was pretty much obvious since FATWS. In other news, bears shit in the woods.

#out of pancakes #news but not news bro #who wrote this shit? i wrote this shit! | personal

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themculibrary · 2 years

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Falcon And The Winter Soldier Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: August 31st, 2023

part one, part three

Back in the Gulf (ao3) - Writer_Lethogica sam/bucky M, 22k

Summary: Sam Wilson is trying to find his footing in a post-blip world and it feels like he's failing. It doesn't help that his sort of best friend Bucky keeps leaving him on read.

'cause with a love like this (ao3) - philthestone G, 3k

Summary: “I am so proud of you, Sam Wilson,” Sarah says, and means it, so very much.

Don't Wanna Waste It (ao3) - NachoDiablo sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: FATWS Spoilers: AU where Sam and Bucky make out in the field and then decide to steal the shield back.

Fill The Hole in My Heart (ao3) - Fool_for_love sam/bucky N/R, 4k

Summary: Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.

i just met you (and this is crazy) (ao3) - bisamwilson sam/bucky M, 19k

Summary: Sam finds Bucky just as his sister's about to give birth to his second nephew. Not wanting to lose him after a year of searching, he decides to bring him home to Delacroix with him.

just won't do right (ao3) - glittercake sam/bucky G, 7k

Summary: Sam's eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres' shoulder, "This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really."

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres' cheeks.

Oh, he realizes.

Oh.

Fuck.

more than a feeling (ao3) - heir2slytherin sam/bucky n/r, 17k

Summary: In which Sam and Bucky take Karli home, and they become an unlikely family

Not Just A Piece Of Tech (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Sam is more than a little upset that Redwing got destroyed, and Bucky does something about it.

Old Wounds, New Scars (ao3) - NachoDiablo steve/sam T, 11k

Summary: Sam thought he was fine with Steve leaving. Until Steve comes back.

AU where Steve returns post-FATWS finale and Sam has to sort out some resurfacing feelings even though he absolutely does not want to.

Racing Pulse (ao3) - the_crown_jules, yammz joaquín/sam E, 4k

Summary: Joaquín keeps his promises, even the ones he makes to himself. For a long time, he promised himself that he wouldn’t let his one-sided feelings for his teammate Sam get in the way of the race. But when a crash in the Monaco Grand Prix gives them both a scare, Joaquín makes a new promise: not to get back on the circuit without knowing whether his feelings aren’t so one-sided after all.

Spider-Kid (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Sam and Bucky find an injured Spider-Man when they're late-night driving.

Strawberries and Grapes Bear Fruit in the Summer (ao3) - Writer_Lethogica sam/bucky M, 10k

Summary: Something's been eating Bucky's strawberries and grapes from his garden. Bucky decides to stake out the garden and find out what it is, only to discover that it's a who... with wings.

stuck in the middle with you (ao3) - bisamwilson bucky/joaquín/sam E. 3k

Summary: Sam wakes up sandwiched between Bucky and Joaquín and hopes to God they're both okay with it.

Technically, A Wilson (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor tony/sam G, 1k

Summary: Bucky discovers something interesting about his "co-worker" when he goes to visit him at Sarah's place.

The Quantum Cat (ao3) - ibelieveinturtles T, 5k

Summary: Everyone knows that if you give a cat catnip, it will go a little crazy. It’s a shame that no one knows what the Flerken equivalent to catnip is, because Goose got into the hors d’oeuvres and now the Avengers are scattered across the multiverse. Now it’s up to Sam to rescue the Avengers.

the smile that's on my mouth (it's hiding the words that don't come out) (ao3) - the_crown_jules G, 1k

Summary: Six months ago Sam walked back into the Wilson family house for the first time in two years. Except it hadn’t been two years, it had been seven.

Sam tries to find his footing.

#themculibrary #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #tfatws #tfatws masterlist #masterlists

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jess-unkommentiert · 2 years

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[10] The king of karaoke

-> Heartbeats 💕 Masterlist

End of November 2022 – Atlanta Sebastian left the room right afterwards, because he was scheduled for a costume check on the other side of the corridor. Thankfully Bucky's current arm wasn't a real prosthetic - it was more like a sleeve (and a glove) made of latex rubber. Most of Bucky's arm was CGI in the final result anyways. But he heard that he got a new leather suit and was really excited to see if that one was comfortable or not. And if it still fits or not, because he just had six exhausting workout weeks with his personal trainer Don.

The room was filled with silence because of his absent - y/n was still standing at the exact spot as she was when Sebastian let her go from the hug. She was overwhelmed. AGAIN.

How can someone have such an effect on her?

She shook her hand and managed to drop on the couch next to her jacket. Her hand covered mostly her whole face while her brain was working in hard-mode.

„I flirted with Sebastian Stan. And I wasn't subtle. Neither was he. And then the hug... but he acted like nothing happened right afterwards before he left the room. Maybe Christina WAS right and he does this to / with a lot of girls", she thought.

She tried to stop thinking about the situation and picked her phone out of the pocket on her jacket. She had two unread messages: one from Christina and one from Susan:

Christina Hope the boys are nice today. Don't be scared, you're doing an amazing job. They're going to love you. And please say hi to Anthony and Sebastian! xoxo

Susan Bar and cocktails? Tonight? I think we should celebrate the official start of our new movie. Michelle already said yes so you kind of don't have a choice. 8:30pm in our favorite bar. See you there!

Y/n smiled because of Susan's message. Celebrating the survival of their first day with the cast was a good reason for some cocktails. Maybe that would help her to forget THE situation that was going on here a few minutes ago.

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End of November 2022 – Atlanta

The next days went by really fast as they started shooting the first scenes of the movie. Y/n main work was with Sebastian and Danny because Anthony's hair and beard were easy to handle every morning.

The crew created some huge sets in two halls at a film studio in Atlanta - 20 minutes south of the marvel headquarters. It was nearer to y/n's apartment so she only needed 15 minutes every morning to go there. Half of the movie was shot in Atlanta, another big part would be shot in Cleveland and they would also fly to Europe to shoot some scenes over there.

Originally they had planned to go to Prague (like they did in FATWS) or Budapest (because it is a beautiful city with ancient architecture) but both cities denied their request. Two years of covid were hard for a lot of countries and they wanted to focus on regrowing tourism. Hosting a big team like Marvel would lead to lot of blockages around the city - disturbing tourist to explore freely.

Sebastian suggested that they could go to Bucharest instead and after the team had reached out to the city they agreed on working with Marvel. It probably helped that Sebastian was Romania's most famous actor.

But they were going to stay in Atlanta until end of February what y/n really liked because she was just getting used to live in Atlanta – even enjoyed hanging out with Michelle and Susan. What was a big thing as she was always more of an introvert person.

Today they were shooting a 'meeting scene' in a set that should show a conference room in a military base. The scene included Sam, Bucky, Torres and Sharon discussing about how to stop their new enemy called 'New world order' that was leaded by Red Skull. All characters were going to wear casual clothes so their hair and make-up should be casual as well.

Anthony was the first one in y/n hair and make-up trailer – as usual. She combed his hair and beard, fixed everything with a bit of hairspray and he was good to go. He wanted to talk to Joe and Anthony Russo about the script because he had some changes in mind.

Sebastian was next and a few minutes before his scheduled time, y/n heard a knock on the door of the trailer.

"Come on in!" she shouted towards the door while she was preparing some hair gel next to the make-up stuff that was already laying on the desk.

Sebastian entered the trailer with a Starbucks tray in his hand that included two cups of coffee and two muffins. "I brought some breakfast. I didn't know if you like coffee and how you would probably drink it, so I asked the Starbucks employee for the sweetest ingredients they have for coffee. Because I remember you like to drink your drinks very sweet. He suggested a caramel latte, so I got you one of those and a blueberry muffin. Just because I love muffins and as I tried to be not too selfish, I brought you one as well."

Y/n smiled at him while he reached out the tray for her to grab her coffee and a muffin. "Caramel latte was a good choice Mr. Stan. Normally I prefer a vanilla latte, but caramel is fine as well. You are right: I like sweet drinks."

She took a big bite from her muffin and munched on it with a lot of pleasure. Sebastian laughed and took a sip from his coffee before he dropped down on the chair in front of y/n.

"You can finish that muffin before making my hair. I don't want to have any crumble in my style. I am not the cookie monster!" he said to her while looking in the mirror.

After she had swallowed the big bite she said: "Okay, but then you have to entertain me and tell me some stories about you. Like: What is Sebastian Stan typically doing after he leaves the set in the evening?"

He looked confused in the beginning but as she got another bite from her muffin and looked at him with expectations in her eyes he giggled and started to clear his throat.

„Marvel rented an apartment nearby for me so I usually get back to the apartment and take a shower first. Even if there were no action scenes on that day. I like to freshen up a bit." he took another sip of his coffee - which was black with just a little bit of oat milk in it.

„Right after the shower I usually take care of getting dinner. I mean having food is the best part of every day. But Don - he is my personal trainer and I work with him for more than 10 years now - prepared a meal plan for me so I literally just have to find a restaurant who serve a fitting dish. Makes my life a lot easier, but also very boring."

Y/n saw a little bit of sadness in his eyes as he said that. She knew how hard the actors work to get in shape for their roles but she never thought about how exactly they did it in detail. Eating only what your trainer told you, did sound very boring. She loved walking around the streets to get inspiration what she liked to have for dinner. Sometimes she even ended up in small restaurants with no one speaking English. These were the best experiences she ever had - regarding the fact that she was not able to communicate.

„What does Don think about blueberry muffins?" she giggled.

„Shhh!" he made and put his index finger in front of his lips. „Please, don't tell him!"

Both laughed before he took the biggest possible bite from his muffin. She looked at him in shock and curiosity how he would manage to munch on that amount of muffin. And she wasn't disappointed as he clearly had his problems to eat without choking to death. She clapped him on his right shoulder - showing him support with his challenge. Then she took a sip of her caramel latte.

Half of her muffin was still laying on the desk as she asked: „That's it? That's all you're doing? Taking a shower and having dinner?" He nodded in response.

„Sebastian Stan, you are a very boring person! No parties, no alcohol escapades, no dates or one-night-stands?" she never wanted to speak out loud the last part of the question, but her mouth was not following her commands. Their gazes met and she wasn't sure what he was thinking so she quickly added: „You know that this was just a joke, right? I know that you have a hard job doing all those scenes. I would prefer to have a relaxing evening as well!"

He smiled at her and she could see the relief in his eyes that he must not answer to her stupid question. „I just like to focus on my job and do everything, to be as good as possible!" he answered with a quiet voice.

„And I admire that, I real..." she started but he continued speaking so she quickly shut off.

„I was planning to do some karaoke on Friday with Anthony, Danny and my assistant Ann. Would you like to join us?" he turned around to look into her face directly instead of just looking into the mirror. His steel-blue eyes met her green ones and the world around them seemed to disappear. She could only hear her own heart beating like galloping horses. She was scared that she would lose everything in his blue eyes so she forced herself to blink - taking her back to reality.

„I would love to. Can I bring Michelle and Susan? They are my best friends in Atlanta!" she managed to answer.

„Of course! The more the better!" he winked at her and she gave his shoulder a squeeze in response. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Then he reached it to her and said: „Give me your number. So I can text you where and when we're gonna meet on Friday."

She tipped her number into his phone - her heart still beating fast but not galloping anymore. He realized that she was still looking at his phone while he saved her number under the nickname „Y/N - Massage Queen". They both giggled before she slapped him gentle on his upper arm and stopped observing his phone.

He then texted her, so that she had his number as well. She looked at her phone and saw that he had send her a white heart emoji. „That flirty little bastard!" she thought before she saved his number unter the nickname „Sebastian - the nice guy".

~~~

As Sebastian didn't have a scene to shoot on Friday he was staying in his apartment. So he decided to send y/n a text in the morning:

Sebastian Good Morning. Miss me?

Y/n I miss my morning coffee, but I don't miss taming your stubborn romanian bunch of hair.

Sebastian Ouch, that hurt!

Y/n Don't be a baby, Sebastian. Why are you awake anyways? It's 7:00 am?!?!

Sebastian I meditate in the morning. You should try it. Helps me calm down and survive another day with Anthony.

Y/n I prefer to stay in my warm and comfortable bed. Why are you texting me? You know that I need to work and don't want to lose my job.

Sebastian I am sorry for disturbing your very important work. Just wanted to let you know that we meet at 8pm at a karaoke bar near my apartment. I'll send you the google maps location!

Y/n Okay, thank you. See you tonight!

He sent a google maps location right after her response so she clicked on it to look where they were going tonight. It was a regular bar near her own apartment - what confused her. She didn't knew where Sebastian's apartment was, but it seemed to be near hers.

She texted Susan the location and asked her if she wanted to stay at hers tonight so that she shouldn't pay for a taxi. Michelle had a date, so she was not coming with them. Susan was happy that she asked and was looking forward to their night out. It was a 10-15 minutes walk from the bar back to her apartment - perfect to clean their heads. She didn't plan to get drunk, but she was excited for some drinks.

During their lunch break Susan and y/n discussed about what to wear as Anthony joined them at their table. „What are you talking about, girls?" he asked.

„What are we going to wear tonight. Have you already prepared your outfit, Mackie?" Susan asked him.

„It's a friends night out at a bar that is mostly know for karaoke. I'm gonna wear a jeans and a shirt. That's it!" he said. He looked with furrowed brows alternating between both of them.

„Oh come one, Mackie. You're not helping at all. So the dresscode is casual then?" y/n asked him.

„The dresscode is: wear whatever you like to wear. Be comfortable, enjoy the evening. That's my motto!"

Y/n admired him for his straight view on things. He was one of the most honest and transparent people in the industry. And he was also right. So she decided to try not to put so much pressure on herself. It was a friends night out. Wearing casual clothes shouldn't be that hard.

Susan could read her mind - like always - and said: „He is right. We're about to have a good evening with our colleagues. I am just gonna wear a plain shirt and jeans. What about you? Casual, too?" Y/n nodded in agreement.

~~~

Right after y/n returned home from work she took a little nap to refuel her energy. It was 5pm when she woke up, finding a text from Susan that she was was going to be there at 7:30 on her phone.

She stood in front of her closet and tried to figure out what to wear tonight. Trying not to put too much pressure on herself definitive looked different! She knew she wanted to wear her black jeans because they were very comfortable - along with her white Nike sneakers. But for the upper part of her body she wasn't sure if she should wear a t-shirt or a blouse. She took a Guns'n'Roses shirt out of the closet and put it on her bed before she placed a white blouse with some little floral embroideries at the upper part right next to the shirt.

Then she grabbed her phone, took a picture of them and send it to Susan with "Which one should I wear tonight?" in addition to the photo.

Afterwards she turned around to head into her kitchen to prepare some dinner. She wanted to have some solid food before drinking alcohol so she cooked herself Mexican wraps that were filled with minced meat, cheese, tomatoes, kidney beans, corn and guacamole. Right before she wanted to take her first bite she heard her phone buzzing inside of her pocket. She took it out and read the message she got:

Sebastian I really like the blouse. It's pretty. Can't wait to see you in it tonight. See you later!

Wait a goddamn minute.

She scrolled through her chat with Sebastian as she realized that she accidently sent the picture of both shirts to Sebastian and not to Susan. Her wrap fell out of her hand onto the plate - spreading the ingredients all over the plate and table. How the hell did that happen. She was 100% sure that she had sent it to Susan, because she was the last one she texted with. But then she remembered that she clicked on the bar again, that Sebastian has sent her because she wanted to check what they offered for food. That's why she decided having dinner at home and not in the bar.

"How could I be so stupid?" she thought while she aggressively picked up the scattered wrap ingredients with her fork.

She finished her dinner – still ashamed about the whole pictures-sent-to-the-wrong-person-thing – and went to her bathroom to take a shower. The warm water helped her to clear her mind and when she started to get dressed around 7pm she was able to laugh about the mistake. Of course she would wear the blouse tonight but she was not going to tell Sebastian, that she originally meant to send the picture to Susan instead of him.

Susan arrived at her apartment with a big duffle bag.

"You know that you are just staying for one night, don't you?" y/n asked her while Susan put the bag on the couch.

"I need all that stuff. Stop judging me!" she hissed back before both of them started to laugh.

Y/n offered Susan to do her make-up before she applied some natural make-up on her own face. Her hair were in a loose ballerina bun – a few strands falling out of it and framed her face naturally. She looked in the mirror one last time before the girls grabbed their phones and purses and headed towards the bar.

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Sebastian 7:54pm We are already inside. We were scared that we meet too many fans when we wait outside. 7:54pm Not that I don't like meeting my fans. But tonight should be a friends night. With lots of karaoke and drinks.

Y/n read Sebastian's first text out loud so that Susan knew about it, but she kept the second one a secret – not knowing why. As they head around the corner and arrived at the bar she saw that it was already really crowded in- and outside the bar. She sighed because she was still an introverted person who didn't like to be around that much people frequently.

Susan looked at her from the side and said: "It's gonna be a good night. They are famous actors, they probably have a table outside of the crowd anyways."

She hadn't thought about that but it made sense.

They entered the bar and glanced around to see where their colleagues are. Susan saw Anthony waving at them from the other side of the room, so she nudged y/n with her elbow and pointed at Anthony. They made their way through the crowd at the bar and y/n was happy that their table was indeed far away from the main 'trouble'. As they arrived y/n saw Anthony and Sebastian sitting next to an unknown brown-haired woman.

She hugged Anthony and took a step in Sebastians direction to do the same with him as he waved his hand to welcome them – making clear that he didn't want to hug her. He put one hand on the shoulder of the mysterious woman and said: "Y/n, Susan, this is Ann. She is my assistant and I invited her as well."

"Hi Ann, I'm y/n." she said and smiled at her. It wasn't an honest smile because she was uncomfortable seeing Sebastian's hand on her shoulder. They looked intimate with each other.

Ann was wearing an almost floor-length light red vintage dress with white dots on it. It reminded y/n of the 50s. "Wearing a dress in November is ridiculous" y/n thought but before she could dig even deeper in that rabbit hole, Susan exclaimed: "Where is Danny? I though he wanted to come as well?"

"He has a date. He preferred a hot lady over his guys. He should be ashamed! Where is Michelle by the way?" Anthony asked.

"She has a date as well", y/n said.

"Wait a minute. Don't you think the same?" Anthony laughed.

"There is no way! She would have told us about that, wouldn't she?" Susan said – looking at y/n with a raised eyebrow. Y/n nodded although she wasn't 100% sure, because Michelle indeed never told them where she met the guy she was dating tonight. Nor a name.

"Dating a colleague is never a good idea!", Ann snickered and patted on Sebastian's hand that was still on her shoulder.

He smiled ashamed (y/n knew that he was dating a lot of his co-stars in the past), put his hand off her shoulder and pointed on three drinks on their table.

"I already ordered cocktails for you girls. Two cosmopolitan and a peach-y cocktail for you y/n. That's the sweetest cocktail they have on the menu but I can get you some more sugar if it's not enough." He winked at her. Susan grabbed both cosmopolitans – happy that she could drink Michelle's drink as well.

"Thank you, Sebastian. Very kind!" y/n answered while she took a sip with an orange straw. Her face brightened as the drink was delicious. He seemed to notice that because he was dropping back in his seat – releasing the tension with a deep exhalation. His arm was laying on the back rest of Ann's seat.

They were talking about a few topics while drinking more cocktails when Sebastian suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "You should all have enough alcohol now. Grab your drinks, I reserved a karaoke room for us!"

All of them were whining – but he forced them into a small hallway to their right and into a large karaoke room. At least they had their privacy in there and none of the other bar attendants were forced to hear their terrible singing voices.

Anthony teased Sebastian with choosing a song from Mötley Crüe for him to sing.

"You portrayed Tommy Lee, man. So show us your skills!" he said to him.

Sebastian wasn't able to keep a straight face as this wasn't exactly the song he would have chosen but he forced himself through the whole song and earned applause for his braveness.

A slightly-drunk Susan volunteered to be next and decided to sing "Single Ladies" by Beyoncé:

All the single ladies, all the single ladies All the single ladies, all the single ladies All the single ladies, all the single ladies All the single ladies

Now put your hands up Up in the club, we just broke up I'm doing my own little thing Decided to dip and now you wanna trip Cause another brother noticed me

Sebastian noticed that both Susan and y/n put their hands up in the air, while Susan was literally screaming into the microphone. He turned his head to y/n and still saw the ring on her left hand. Maybe she was just into the song. That didn't mean anything.

Right after Susan was finished, they ordered another round of cocktails and Sebastian asked the others if they wanted to perform a song as well.

Anthony – who played Papa Doc in 8Mile – ironically chose a song from Eminem to show off his rap skills. But as he had maybe a few drinks too much he wasn't able to keep with the pace of Eminem. He earned some big boos from Sebastian and Susan for his performance. So he decided to just sit down and have another cocktail.

Sebastian gave the microphone to y/n and said: "Come on, it's your time to shine!" but y/n immediately shook her head as a wave of anxiety flooded her body. She looked at her shoes and hoped he would just let go and don't force her to sing. Sebastian seemed to notice her changed expression and put his hand on the side of her upper arm to comfort her.

"It's okay. No one will laugh." He said but she still shook her head – her gaze fixing the floor and her shoes.

"What a bout a duet? You and me? Then we disgrace ourselves together!" he suggested and she finally raised her head to look into his blue-eyes. He was smiling and she felt the comfortable vibes that came with looking into them.

"Okay. But I am going to chose the song!", y/n said with a shaky voice. She was sitting on the couch while he was standing in front of her. His hand moved from her upper arm in front of her chest like a demand. She grabbed his hand, stood up and went to the karaoke machine to search for the song she wanted to sing: "Wonderwall" by Oasis.

The song started with a soft guitar melody as y/n tightened the grip on her microphone. The karaoke machine was set on the mode "duet" what meant that they were singing alternatingly.

Sebastian Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you And by now, you should've somehow realised what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

Y/n And backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

She didn't need the lyrics because she knew this song by heart. It was one of her favorite songs. But she put her gaze on the monitor in front of her – she didn't want to face Sebastian.

Sebastian & y/n And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall

As they were both screaming the lines into their microphones she finally didn't care anymore if her voice was cracky and bad. She just enjoyed singing this song – like she was used to while taking a shower. Sebastian was singing the next part and she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

Sebastian Today was gonna be the day, but they'll never throw it back to you And by now, you should've somehow realised what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And before they headed into the next chorus she turned her head to him and saw that he didn't need the lyrics, too. He was facing her and she was finally facing him. Their gazes met and she felt like there was a firework in her stomach. Those steel-blue eyes really let you know where home is. She felt comfortable and safe around him and all her insecurities were buried deep inside of her body.

They didn't notice their colleagues around them sitting on the couches or the waitress that came into the room to bring more cocktails. They focused on each while passionately singing the next part of the song.

Sebastian & y/n And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall

When they were finished they heard applause – leading them back to reality.

"That was hell of a duet!" Anthony said smiling. Y/n looked at Susan who had a very knowing expression on her face. That girl could read her mind like an open book. Y/n was sure Susan knew that this was more than a karaoke duet for her. And that she had realized the sparkles in both Sebastian and y/n's eyes.

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