#joaquín torres fanfiction

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In a Heartbeat

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

4k words

she saves someone, and joaquin saves her.

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note: i wrote this with my oc in mind that i plan to write more about, but i wanted it to be read as a reader insert as well! let me know what you think :)

She had been living in Washington DC for a little over a year now. She moved there for grad school, and some of the excitement had yet to wear off still. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, with all of the good schools nearby and all of the things to do and learn in the capital. It seemed like a busy enough place to never be bored, which was exactly what she wanted. It really had seemed like a smart idea, especially since she hadn’t had any problems since moving there.

Until she did.

She was out with her roommate after classes had ended for the day, enjoying the warm spring day and simply happy to be people watching as they hung out. It had quickly become one of her favorite things since moving there, something she shared with her roommate, Jasmine. She was always glad she and Jazzy got along so well and liked spending time together, often spending time just being out and about like today. 

Jazzy was showing her a small outdoor shopping district just outside of a park. It must’ve been really popular because it was packed with people. People were out walking their dogs, parents were out shopping with their kids, couples and friends were on dates and lounging on the grassy areas. Music was coming from the open doors of one of the stores, loud enough to carry even as you walked away from it. Something smelled good, like fresh bread and cinnamon sugar, and she wanted to follow her nose to figure out where it was coming from. There was a warm breeze that made her shiver whenever they walked in the shade, so she pulled Jazzy away to make sure they stayed in the sun. A few kids ran past them playing tag. It made her smile, she hoped they were having fun. 

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed a bit of commotion going on. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but it was progressively getting louder. From the looks of it, she wasn’t the only one who had noticed as many of the people nearby were looking around as well. It continued to grow louder and louder until she spotted a large group of people running in their direction, all shouting and screaming to get away. A ways behind them, she spotted a group of big looking men in scary looking masks carrying scary looking weapons, all running after them with their weapons pointed forward. Before she could think about how cliche that sounded, she knew they had to get away first. Many people around them were coming to the same conclusion as they all began turning tail and running. She and Jazzy shared a look of understanding before following suit.

As everyone kept running away and the noise was getting louder, another noise caught her attention above all the commotion. She could just barely hear a small voice calling for help, but it was loud enough to get her to stop running. Her head whipped around trying to find whoever it was, wherever it was coming from. Her eyes landed on a little girl sitting on the ground holding a little boy, and even from her distance she could see they were crying.

“MOMMY!” the little girl kept shouting, tears running down her face as she tried to pull the little boy up with her. They had to be brother and sister. She sounded terrified.

She took off before she could think about what she was doing. She could vaguely hear Jazzy calling after her, trying to get her to turn around and come back, but she couldn’t. The only thing on her mind was getting to those kids before they could get hurt. She wouldn’t let that happen.

She slid to a stop and knelt down next to the kids when she got to them, unconcerned about the fact that she tore a hole in her jeans by doing so, nor the bruises and scrapes she no doubt would have on her knees either. The little girl, maybe seven or eight, kept pulling on her brother’s arm trying to get him to move, but he was sat on the ground firmly, bawling his eyes out and refusing to move. She knew he couldn’t have been older than three years old. 

She looked around for anyone who could have been their mother, anyone willing to help, but everyone was running in the opposite direction. She turned her head to see the group of men getting closer and closer, and they were gaining fast. She was the only one around.

“I need to get you out of here,” she said, turning back to the two kids, voice urgent. “I’ll get you back to your mom, I promise.”

She tried to pick up the little boy, who immediately started shouting and fighting when she did so. He was on the verge of a full-blown breakdown, determined to stay exactly where he was no matter what she did. 

“He won’t let anyone but mom pick him up,” the little girl cried, “but I don’t know where mommy is!”

Seeing how frightened they were broke her heart. There was no getting them to move if she couldn’t pick the little boy up, but she couldn’t just leave them. She wouldn’t. She didn’t know what to do, and she was struggling to come up with something fast enough. With another glance over her shoulder, she realized she was out of time. They were too close now, seconds away and coming right towards them. 

“Hold onto him, and don’t let go!” she ordered the girl. Once the girl did as she said, she grabbed both of the kids and held them to her chest, making sure neither of them would get hit as she awaited the inevitable first—and what she expected to be the final—blow to hit. 

She felt a strong gust of air rush over her head, and at the sound of a fight right behind her, she held on tighter to the kids in her arms. She knew this was it. In a heartbeat, it’d be finished. She’d be finished. 

“Are you okay?”

The voice was closer than she expected, making her jump, but it sounded genuinely concerned. Chancing a glance behind her, she was met with a pair of soft brown eyes. 

She looked past the man to see what was going on, only just noticing that the commotion had stopped, and she could see that the group of men were all lying on the ground unconscious with a man holding a shield standing above them. Everyone knew who Captain America was, but she never expected to come across him herself. Knowing that the kids would be safe now, she looked back to the man in front of her and was shocked to see he had a pair of wings on his back. The Falcon. They were positioned in a way that was meant to shield them from any danger. 

She finally looked back at the Falcon. His eyes hadn’t left her the entire time, and he stayed put in front of them, as if he wanted to make sure nothing could happen to them even with the threat gone. 

Instead of answering the man, she turned back to the kids in her arms. They were still crying and scared, she knew they would be, but at least she knew they would be safe now. She scanned over them for any injuries, and once she knew they were unharmed, she cupped the little girl’s face to get her attention. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay now. You’re safe,” she assured her, speaking softly to help her calm down a bit. She stroked her cheek to gently wipe away her tears. She felt her own heart beating out of her chest, but she couldn’t focus on that right now. “I’m gonna get you back to your mom now, okay? Let’s go find your mom.” 

She glanced back at the man behind her again, who still hadn’t moved, before she eased the kids up into standing. The weight of the situation was finally catching up to her, her head swimming as she tried her hardest to focus on getting the kids back to their mom before anything else. She kept looking between them and the man who saved them. Stuttering, she said, “I… I need-”

“MOMMY!” the little girl called, grabbing her brother’s hand and running to meet the woman who was running towards them. 

She watched as the older woman dropped to her knees to meet her children in an embrace, her own tears streaming down her face as she held her children to her chest. The woman began kissing all over their faces and on the tops of their heads, and the woman’s voice was just loud enough for her to hear her repeating my babies to the children in her arms.

She was walking towards the family before she knew what she was doing. Her knees were screaming at her causing her to limp slightly, but she didn’t care. She needed to make sure they would be okay. Once she was close enough, the woman looked up at her and a look of gratitude crossed her face. 

“Thank you,” the woman managed to say through her tears. “Thank you for protecting my babies.” For a moment, she thought the woman was talking to the Falcon, the one who actually had saved her kids, but the woman was looking at her. 

“You don’t…” she started, beginning to shake her head, but she knew it would be pointless. Instead, she said, “I’m just glad you and your kids are safe.” 

She watched them a few more moments before the woman gathered her kids up and hurried away from the scene. She couldn’t blame them, she wanted to do the same. 

She suddenly remembered the man who had saved them. The Falcon (she couldn’t get over it). She turned back towards him, and this time she really took him in. His wings had retracted back into his suit, thankfully, as they had been very distracting. He was tall without being towering. His skin looked warm and sun-kissed with sharp cheekbones that made her wonder what he looked like when he smiled. He had a head of short, curly black hair, and those soft brown eyes. Those eyes that were still watching, a strange gleam present that hadn’t been there before. 

She didn’t really know what to say, feeling awkward, but she didn’t need to. Before she could even thank him, he spoke instead.

“Are you okay?” he asked again. Something told her that he wouldn’t leave until he knew she was.

“I’m fine,” she finally answered. She didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but she still wasn’t able to focus on how she really felt. The kids were safe, their mother was safe, and as far as she was concerned, that’s all that mattered. And this man made sure of that. “Thank you.”

The man seemed to relax a bit at that, his shoulders losing some of their tension. He opened his mouth to say something else, but another voice cut in. 

“Torres! We gotta go, man!” 

It was Captain America who interrupted (which was something she never thought she’d experience), having just been talking with the police who she hadn’t noticed had arrived. They were hauling the men—masks gone and in handcuffs now—into the backs of the police cars. The hero was inspecting their weapons, clearly waiting for the other man—Torres, apparently—to join back up with him. Torres looked between the two of them, seeming conflicted. Before either of them could say anything, they were once again interrupted. 

The sound of Jazzy calling her name snapped her out of whatever was going on, and she turned to see her roommate running straight towards her. Before she could comprehend what was going on, Jazzy was grabbing her arm and pulling her away, determined to get them away from anything else that might happen. She looked back at the man, Torres, and called out another thank you! before she let her roommate lead her away from the scene. 

—

In truth, she didn’t think she would ever see him again. Why would she? He was The Falcon, Captain America’s partner and a superhero in his own right. He had to have saved countless people all the time. He probably wasn’t even in DC anymore. There was no way she would see him again. 

But then she did. 

She volunteered at a local elementary school, and today they were taking the fifth graders down to the veterans rehabilitation center. They liked to decorate the walls with pictures and bring flowers for the veterans, wanting to try to brighten their days a bit and thank them for their service while doing so, and she liked being part of it as well. She couldn’t imagine what some of them have gone through, but she would sometimes sit in on the group sessions to try to understand more. It was why she made sure to take the kids there at least once every couple weeks.

“It was so nice seeing you and the kids again, sunshine!” the kind lady at the front desk said as she was getting them ready to leave. It was a nickname she had quickly picked up since they started going there, and it always made her laugh.

“Of course, Laura!” she replied. “I’m just glad they like coming down here as much as I do.”

Laura chuckled lowly. “Your visits always make everyones day. They may not say it often, but they appreciate it. More than you know.”

She smiled softly at that. “We try our best. We just want to show our respect and try to brighten things up for everyone, you know?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, hun. What you do with the kids and for everyone here, not many people would do it. We all appreciate everything you do around here. We appreciate you.”

She looked down bashfully at the older woman’s kind words. She never really knew what to say to that. Her eyes flicked back up to Laura. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bin. “I know you’ve been wanting to try Jazzy’s brownies.”

The wide grin that appeared on Laura’s face was enough for one to form on her’s as well. She nearly snatched the bin out of her hand, causing her to laugh. “You spoil me, sunshine!”

The two shared a few more words before she checked the time, knowing she needed to leave soon if she didn’t want the bus to leave without her. She said goodbye to Laura with a promise to be back the next week, and the other woman jokingly promised to be ready for more treats. With a wave and another smile to her friend, she began making her way to the front doors. She was in high spirits as she was preparing to leave, paying no mind to the man she passed on her way out until he called out to her. 

“Hey, it’s you!”

She almost didn’t stop, but when she looked around the area and saw it was mostly void of people, she figured it was her he was trying to get the attention of. When she stopped and turned around, her eyes widened when they met the same soft brown ones she first saw just the other day. 

“It’s you,” she repeated, not knowing what to say.

For a moment, she wondered how she could even miss him. Sure, he wasn’t wearing his suit or his wings and seemed, therefore, much less intimidating–not that he seemed intimidating in the first place, but he did save her life, and there’s just something about meeting a superhero face to face that makes a person feel overly self-aware. Without the suit on, you wouldn’t even assume he was a superhero, though in her head she was kicking herself because of course that was the point. He just seemed so normal, and she felt like she could pay more attention now that her life wasn’t on the line. He wore a dark green jacket over a black shirt and jeans, a pair of sunglasses hanging from one of the pockets. His shoulders filled out his jacket well, subtly showing off his built but lean muscles. Part of her wished she could remember what they looked like in his suit when they were more noticeable, and she mentally kicked herself again for thinking that about a complete stranger. His dark curls were styled simply and looked soft to the touch, and she was sure they were. 

Those eyes, though. Unlike before, his soft eyes were looking at her in pleasant surprise rather than concern, his lips quirking up in what was almost a smile. But that weird gleam she saw before was still there, and if anything, it was much more apparent than before.

It took her a few more seconds to realize neither one of them had said anything, her eyes glancing off to the side as her mind raced for something to say. He must’ve realized the same thing because his eyes widened suddenly, taking a step toward her once he knew he had her attention. 

“Sorry, um,” he began, searching for his words, “I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but I’m glad I did. How are you doing, after what happened?”

Her eyes widened slightly again, surprised by his words. “I-I’m doing fine,” she answered, but she wasn’t sure how much she believed herself. She added, “‘ve just been trying to get back to normal, is all.”

He seemed satisfied enough with her answer and started to nod, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

His words surprised her again. In a burst of confidence, she replied with, “Well, I did have someone to save me.”

His smile grew as he looked down sheepishly, and she thought she heard him say just doing my job under his breath. When he looked back up at her, she thought she liked seeing that gleam in his eyes, especially when he smiled. She thought happiness looked good on him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked gently, suddenly remembering where she still was. 

“Oh, I’m here to meet my partner,” he answered. “He helps out with the counseling sessions when he can. But I’ve got some information I need to discuss with Cap.”

Somehow, it didn’t surprise her to hear that about Captain America. In fact, it made her respect him even more for trying to help people on a more personal level, not just fighting as a superhero. Saving lives on all fronts, she was sure. But the way he talked about why he was there was just vague enough to pique her interest, and just telling enough for her to understand she shouldn’t pry. She was going to find a way to politely remove herself from the conversation, but he spoke again before she could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, repeating her own question. He cringed at the way it came out, so he quickly added, “I just mean, this is the last place I expected to see you. Are you in the military?”

She shook her head, nearly chuckling. “No, I’m not. The school I volunteer at brings some of the older students down here every few weeks. We like to bring flowers and write cards, you know, to try to show our respect and appreciation. Try to brighten up people’s days where we can.”

“You do all this?” He asked, gesturing toward the decorations on the walls and the flowers here and there. His eyes had widened in surprise again, and it was her turn to look down bashfully this time. 

“Not just me. It’s the kids, mostly, but I like to help out.”

He looked impressed, and something about the look on his face and those damn eyes caused her face to heat up. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. 

“Well, I can confidently say that I’m not the only one around here who loves seeing all of the notes and decorations,” he said softly, the smile on his face filling her with a sense of warmth she hadn’t felt before. “It’s amazing what you’ve been doing. We all appreciate what you do. And the kids, of course.”

Something told her that he was speaking more for himself than he was for everyone else, and somehow she knew that he meant it toward her directly. The thought made her smile.

His face suddenly got more serious, though, instantly making her feel nervous. “What you did the other day, with those two kids, too. That was amazing.”

That was not something she was expecting, and she definitely didn’t know how to respond to it. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down, suddenly feeling shy. “I did what anyone would do.”

But he was already shaking his head. “No, really. You saved those kids. I may be the one with wings, but you’re the real hero. It was incredible.”

When she glanced back up at him, she saw that a small smile had reappeared on his lips, and somehow, it was enough to ease some of the tension in her shoulders. It was enough to comfort her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it made her feel seen in a way she never had. All with one look, which is what really surprised her. She knew deflecting would be useless, so she settled with telling him, barely loud enough for him to hear, “Thank you.” And she meant it more than he knew.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked one final time.

She wanted to laugh that he wouldn’t let it go so easily. “I am, or I will be. I promise,” she answered, and she knew she was telling the truth this time. “Besides, this wouldn’t be my first time in a situation like that, and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” Now that got a good reaction out of him, even though it was the truth.

“Speaking of the kids, though,” she said before he could think about it too much, checking the time again and realizing she’d officially run out of time, “I have to get going so I don’t get left behind.” She looked him over one more time, trying to memorize as much as she could, before she began to turn away. “It was nice to see you again, and to talk. And thank you, again, for saving me.”

His smile warmed her from the inside out. “If it meant getting to see you again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

She forced herself not to shudder before turning around. She had only made it a few more steps before he suddenly stopped her again. 

“Wait!” he called, almost too loudly for the quiet hallway. “I didn’t ever get your name!”

She wanted to kick herself again. How had they gone this entire conversation without learning each other’s names? She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing that he had barely moved from his spot. With a warm smile directed at him, she told him her name.

Another smile began to form on his face in return, and it looked like he repeated her name under his breath. Their eyes met a final time before he responded with his own. “I’m Joaquin. It was really nice to meet you, too.”

She turned around before he could catch the wide grin that was beginning to form on her face against her will and tried to rush out of there as subtly as she could. As she went, she could just hear him, Joaquin, repeat her name a second time, and even from where she was she could hear a smile in his tone. She left the building with a bounce in her step and a warm feeling in her chest. 

All because of the Falcon who saved her.

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Hot Bucky Summer Master list

Works created for the Hot Bucky Summer event organinsed by @buckybarnesevents

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

Loving you means loving myself

Beefy Bucky x Small Steve (No powers AU)

Chapter 1 🥰 🌶 ( Week 1 Prompt - What should I wear?)

Chapter 2 🥰 🌶 (Week 2 Prompt - What should I call you?)

Chapter 3 🥰 🍆 ( Week 3 Prompt - Where do you want me?)

Epilogue 🥰 🍆 (Week 4 Prompt - "C")

Power play

Mob!Bucky x Undercover agent Reader

Chapter 1 🌶 🌑(ish) (Week 5 Prompt - "When I first met you...")

Chapter 2 🌶 🌑(ish) (Week 6 Prompt - "How do you want me...")

Chapter 3🍆🌑(ish) (Week 7 Prompt - "Who's this...")

Chapter 4🩸🌑(ish) (Week 8 Prompt - "How did you meet...")

Chapter 5 🍆🩸🌑 (ish) (Week 9 Prompt - "S")

You bring me closer to God

Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres

Chapter 1 🍆😭 (Week 10 Prompt - "Long day at work")

Chapter 2 🍆😭 (Week 11 Prompt - "Give me a colour")

Chapter 3🍆😭 (Week 12 Prompt - "Who's my...?")

Chapter 4 🍆😭🥰(Week 13 Prompt - "B")

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #hot bucky summer #steve rogers x bucky barnes #master list #soft!dark bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x joaquín torres

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

moments

pairing: joaquín torres x fem!reader with adhd

a/n: first joaquín one-shot! now, i had to do research to find symptoms in girls and adults to write this and tried to be as accurate as possible.and if this is inaccurate, i'm ready to take criticism and learn. i hope u enjoy reading this <3

summary: moments with joaqo.

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: none

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growing up, you hadn’t had it easy. facing issues kids your age didn’t struggle with made it hard to make friends, focusing in class became a problem, fidgeting became a routine.

when you started school, that was the first time your mom noticed. your teachers had called your parents in, telling them about your different behaviour. at first, it got excused as excitement. you had just started school, being excited was normal. and the fidgeting wasn’t uncommon for children your age, as they also couldn’t sit still. but as you grew older, it got obvious that this wasn’t just you.

not being able to stay on one topic in a conversation and constantly being impulsive made it hard to communicate with others. to some, you were seen as arrogant or mean. to the ones willing to educate themselves and having patience, you were just a normal girl who liked to talk.

due to all the energy inside you, you’re also hyperactive. activities that were physical were the ones being chosen over the typical things girls like, as your teachers liked to call it when they explained it to your mom. calm activities are still having a good effect on you, too.

but still, you didn’t get the diagnosis until you got older. different doctors had told you before that you’re good and don’t need help. a reason for the misdiagnosis was the fact that in girls, symptoms of adhd were seen as a character of your personality. it wasn’t until your mom complained more than once to your doctor and explained to him that not being able to focus in class and getting distracted easily wasn’t normal. after running many tests and being asked questions, they finally had a picture of your symptoms and could give you a reason behind it all.

they also say that adhd in girls is much different than in boys, which is why you didn’t get a diagnosis with it until a couple months after you turned 17. after that, you were happy you had the knowledge of what’s been happening for years, but it still made it hard to communicate and brought its problems into your everyday life.

like right now.

the doodles at the side of your book page long forgotten, you stare at the tv screen. adventure time is playing, yours and joaquín’s favorite show. normally, you’d watch it together. but today you feel like reading instead, so you’re seated next to your boyfriend with his arm draped around you. you hum along to the theme playing, nodding your head slowly. when you look down, you grab the pencil placed next to you on the sofa and start drawing doodles on your book again, still humming along to the theme.

you hear joaquín’s stomach grumble, raising your head to look at him. he’s already looking at you, lips pursed in an attempt to stifle his laugh. you giggle and set your book down next to you, marking the page you’re on with your pencil.

“i’ll go make us something to eat, i’m hungry anyways,” you say, getting up and stretching out your limbs. “do you want muffins? i think there are still some from yesterday.”

“sounds good,” he hums, kissing your hand before letting go of it and letting you leave the living room. you leave him watching tv, walking into the kitchen. once you’re there, you halt in front of the cabinets.

where are the muffins again? you look through the different cabinets, searching through them and moving your hand inside them, in case joaquín put them at the back of them, hiding them from you. nothing.

you sigh and look around you, grabbing a glass and the bottle of water laying on the counter before walking back into the room to your boyfriend.

upon seeing you, joaquín frowns, but still opens his arms and welcomes you back in a warm hug.

“weren’t there any left?” he asks, kissing your temple. you shake your head and give him the water bottle to hold. he takes it.

“no, i didn’t find them,” you state.

“what? but i saw you putting them in the fridge yesterday before we went to sleep,” he notes. you let out a breath and turn your head to him, frown resident on your lips.

“did i?” he nods. you huff and stand up again.

“i think i forgot again,” you whisper and make your way back to the kitchen. there, you open the fridge and feel your eyes widen and a smile creeping up your face as a gasp leaves your mouth. “i found them!” you shout, letting joaquín know. you grab the pack of muffins and walk back to your boyfriend.

“i think i put them there in fear of having them melt overnight,” you remember and take one out, handing the other one to the boy next you. you plop down at his side and start eating, reverting your eyes back to the screen in front of you.

“they taste so good.” joaquín’s voice comes off muffled by the food in his mouth, crumbs of the chocolate muffin falling down his lips and landing on his lap, some on the sofa. you groan and throw your head back.

“amor! you’re leaving everything on the floor and the sofa!” you complain. he only laughs in response, prompting more crumbs to fall down.

“ugh,” you groan and roll your eyes, leaning closer into his arm.

~

“did you find it?” you look over joaquín’s shoulder, glancing at the amount of dvd’s in his hands and biting your lip nervously.

“y/n, i’ll find it, don’t worry,” he assures you and lowers his head back to the dvd’s.

sam and bucky are coming over today for lunch and a movie. they let you decide the movie, so you chose to watch the maze runner and have been searching for the movie inside your house all day long. at some point, you got anxious that you lost it and couldn’t watch it.

“yes but they’re almost here! what if you don’t find it by then!” you sigh and throw your head back.

“i’ll find it! if you want you can go and already take some snacks out,” he offers with a soft smile. you nod hastily and leave him.

there’s chips, popcorn and some cake. you decide to take everything into the living room and place it on the coffee table, letting joaquín know you’re back.

“ok, i think everything’s made. did you find the movie?” you step closer to joaquín, grabbing the dvd’s left on his left side and looking through them. “remind me why we decide to buy movies almost every month.” the boy next to you chuckles, nodding along.

“y/n?” you only hum, staying focused on the movies in your hand. “i- i think you found the movie,” he says. you frown, looking up at him and back down at your hands. shaking your head, you frown again.

“que? no, i didn’t fi-” you stop yourself from talking when you focus on the movies in your hand, giggling when you see it. “i think i didn’t see it.”

~

your leg is shaking, going up and down as you wait for your ice cream with torres sitting next to you. it’s warm outside, so you chose to sit in the shop today, since it’s cooler in there. the lady at the register calling different names, every sound ringing in your ear as you wait for your order to be finished.

“you good?” joaquín asks, glancing at your nervous fingers. you’re picking at your skin, again. you hum, not really listening. he sighs and takes your hand, drawing your focus back to him and making you look up.

“you need the pencil?” he takes out a blue pen, rolling up his sleeves as you nod and take the pen from his hand, starting to draw flowers on his arm and the palm of his hand.

“does this tickle?” you wonder out loud, stopping to glance up at him.

“no tanto, but it feels good, don’t worry.” he pecks your lips.

~

it’s late, the rain outside pouring and the moon casting a glim light in your room. you’re laying in bed with him.

“‘quin?” you whisper into the dark, wanting to know if he’s still up. you hear him shuffle behind you, raising his head from where it was resting in the crock of your neck. he hums in response.

“are you up?” you feel his hot breath hit your neck when he laughs.

“i am, now,” he croaks out. you turn your head a little, staring at his face.

“you know, i was thinking about this dog we saw earlier. can we get one?” you ask. he frowns, coughing.

“uhm, yes if you want. but now we’re going to sleep, i’m tired,” he mumbles and cuddles back closer to you, pulling you into his embrace, pressing your back to his front. you hum, closing your eyes.

“oh and earlier you said you were going to explain to me how that one blue game works. i forgot the name,” you trail off at the end of your sentence and frown, what was it called.

“what blue game?” “the one from earlier.”

“what game from earlier?” you roll your eyes and free yourself from his hug, sitting up.

“the one sam told you about! he showed you a picture, too!” you throw your hands up.

“babe, that was monopoly, the game you’re talking about isn’t even blue. now come back i was about to fall asleep,” he answers and pulls you down. you nuzzle into his chest, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes again.

“ok ok, i think i keep forgetting the games he’s shown us. night,” you whisper and raise your head to kiss his chin, humming in content when he lowers his head for you to kiss his lips instead.

“can we go get more ice cream tomorrow?” you hear him sigh and chuckle, knowing that he’s probably trying his best to ignore you.

translation:

amor - love

que? - what?

no tanto - not much

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Happy Friday my friend!

Here's a little nudge if you're looking for one.

Ship: sam/joaquín Word count: 250-500 (or more if the spirit moves you) Prompt: "If one of you didn't know it was a date? Then it definitely wasn't a date."

so this did exceed the word count but not by much. warning: like the current others I didn't marinate and edit this like I usually do. feel free to send critics though

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(this is on ao3 too)

“Don’t you think you’re overthinking this just a little too much?” Sarah hides her smirk behind her thin scarf.

“No, ma’am, Mrs. Wilson. Overthinking can save your behind in a pinch.”

“Out in the field, maybe. With exceptions like being on base. But if you know so much, then why’re you here asking me for help?”

Joaquín shrugs to make it seem like this is all no big deal. “Because you know Sam better than anybody.”

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| Samquín | Explicit | 2K | Part 1 of 3 |

Summary: Sam Wilson is out waiting for a friend to show up. Joaquín Torres is out on the town with friends. Neither of their evenings go as planned when they randomly run into one another.

#samquin #samquin fanfiction #sam wilson #joaquín torres

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Post a fluffy Joaquin Torres x Reader fic after work

I just have to find the right gif to use

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I really wish people gave more personality and plot relevance to the side characters (especially Sarah, her kids, and Torres) in the Sambucky fanfiction other than just “matchmakers”.

I get why writers do that, to be honest. Having a separate person in the narrative who pushes two main, oblivious characters to be together is very convenient when you’re coming up with the plot. A matchmaker is a good outside force to move the story forward and they can often express the emotions that the audience feels while reading (like the frustration: “why are they not a couple already?!” or relief and fondness: “they finally got together, I love them!”).

But it still feels weird to have a person like Sam’s literal sister, who knew Sam for years and who has a family or a business on her own, and only make her care about her brother’s love life. Same thing with Joaquín who has more of a prefessional relationship with Sam, but also admires him a lot as a superhero... (let’s ignore his pretty obvious crush for a moment). They both care about Sam, for sure. But it’s not like their lives are entirely devoted to him and his heart problems.

(Btw. people often use Sharon or Zemo as the default matchmakers too, but it’s a little bit different with them, expecially Zemo, considering that they are not exactly friends with Sam and Bucky and they wouldn’t spend this much time together outside of the missions.)

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And the thing is... it would be incredibly easy to make these characters have more depth than just: “Sarah is there to make Sam jealous” and “Torres is there to make Bucky jealous”. You really don’t have to put much effort into treating these characters better.

If you want Bucky to have an honest conversation with Sarah where she gives him hints that Sam likes him? Go ahead. But that conversation can happen when Bucky helps her with her business. They can talk about her efforts to feed people in their town. She can tell Bucky some stories about her and Sam from their childhood or just talk about her kids and husband. They can talk about missing their parents. Maybe Bucky solves some problem for her and she decides that maybe she can pay him back by helping with the “Sam situation”. It really doesn’t have to be like: “hello, I’m Sarah, I am here to tell you that Sam likes you too... I have to go somewhere else suddenly, bye”. But that’s way too often how she’s written.

Same with Joaquín... I never really see anything about him getting new wings (which he’s obviously excited about), but he could easily bond with Sam by flying together, so he can train faster with Sam’s help. They can talk about working for the military, being away from their families. What hobbys do they share? Why did Torres know how to repair Redwing? How does Torres feel about working with an actual Avenger? How was his life when half the population disappeared? Is Sam protective over his younger colleague? If they talk about Sam’s crush, maybe they can talk about Joaquín’s too (on Sam or not)?

And the same thing goes for stories where it’s Sam talking with Sarah and Bucky talking with Torres.

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I do not expect people to write 30k fanfics about side characters that the audience doesn’t know that much. It’s very cool if you do that, but it’s harder to get inspiration and ideas if a character isn’t well-established in canon. I don’t blame writers for not writing whole separate stories about Torres yet. We’ll probably see more of him in the future and there will be time for my “where are the Joaquín fics!?” campaign :>

But like I said... You don’t have to come up with an insanely complicated storyline for these characters to make them feel more real and interesting. They can still act like matchmakers, get frustrated by Sam and Bucky’s obliviousness, and plot to get them together etc. It’s just way better when they have a personality outside of that.

A story where “Joaquín tries to learn how to fly, asks Sam for help, and they became closer friends, so now he wants to help Sam with his chaotic love life while they make jokes about Bucky hating Redwing all the time” sounds way more enticing to me than a story where “Sam said one nice thing to Joaquín which made Bucky so jealous that he was mean to Torres for the next two weeks and never said sorry... but we don’t even know how Joaquín feels about it, because author doesn’t care”.

I cannot be the only one who thinks that.

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Endlessly Falling

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

3k words

she was falling, and there was only one person she trusted to catch her.

set in the same universe as this fic

warnings: angst, fear, canon-typical violence but i think it's pretty vague, reader/ofc has a fear of heights, idk let me know if i'm missing anything

note: idk if this is any good, i wrote it in like four hours unedited while i was trying to distract myself from burnout from work. feedback is always welcome :) also let me know if you notice anything familiar about sunshine's backstory... idk maybe there's something there, maybe there's not. let me know what you think!

She was running for her life. Again. She was really getting tired of this shit. 

She remembered a few weeks ago when the worst thing she had to worry about was getting her essays turned in on time, emailing her professors, and working on her thesis, back when she was just a grad student. Since meeting Joaquin, she found herself in trouble a lot more than she ever expected to be. 

That wasn’t to say this was the first time she’s ever had to run for her life, or that meeting Joaquin was the start of her getting into trouble. Or that meeting Joaquin was her first time helping a superhero. No, she had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. She remembered when she was a teenager the few (multiple) times when her dad’s work followed him home (literally) and having to hide or having to flee her own home just so he could take care of it. Terrifying as it was, she had learned to be good at finding the best hiding spots on the fly. And she still remembered when she was nineteen being trapped in a cage with a monster (who, to be fair, was her dad, but we won’t go into the specifics this time), with the intention of being mauled to death alongside a woman she barely knew. And just a year later, having to travel halfway across the world to help a superhero with identity issues to stop a cult and rescue her dad from said cult (her dad had a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, but he would always tell her that her uncle was even worse). 

Yeah. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And she was positive it wouldn’t be her last, either. 

But she sure as hell didn’t miss having to do this. 

Sam and Joaquin had both understood and agreed initially that they needed her help if they were going to stop this underground terrorist group. Bucky had been on the fence about it at first, thinking her too nice and innocent to get involved, but once she had proved herself in a fight the first time he had realized he had jumped the gun on judging her. She was a formidable opponent while still being able to maintain her happy nature and her positive, love-for-life attitude. 

Which was why she found herself in this position for the first time in years. She hadn’t meant to cause a distraction, she had just been sent by the men on a reconnaissance mission to one of their underground meetings while the three of them tried to take out their base of operations nearby. Even to her, the meeting was much bigger than she had been expecting, and the sound of the men updating her on their progress through her earpiece was only confirmation: they were a much bigger threat than they had initially believed. She had been listening to one of the leaders of the group as he slowly but surely began riling everyone up, his voice raising as he spoke to them about forcing order to the world and subjecting the people who had no care for them. He was nearly shouting at that point, and it was honestly beginning to frighten her. She was so ensnared by his words that the sound of Sam yelling through the earpiece completely threw her off her guard. 

“GET DOWN! IT’S A TRAP!”

The sound of gunshots on the other end of her earpiece caused her to gasp in fear, which caused her to slap her hand over her mouth in dread. She was scared for her friends, but she was also terrified at the sudden silence that happened in the room next to her after she did so. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as what was surely only a few seconds felt like years as she awaited what would happen. She didn’t dare breathe as she waited, her back pressed against the wall to make herself as small as possible. 

“Someone’s here with us. Take care of it.”

The leader’s words were just loud enough for her to hear, but it was more than enough to set her off at a sprint to get out of there. 

She had been running for what had felt like forever when she finally thought to check in with the others to make sure they were okay, and to find out what the hell happened. 

“What the hell happened?” she shouted through the earpiece. 

“They knew we were coming! It was a setup!” Sam shouted back. He and Bucky were fighting off terrorists left and right as they themselves tried to get out of the base. Their initial plan had been to find the leaders at the base and to either a) reason with them and get them to come willingly (Sam’s idea) or b) stop them by any means necessary (Bucky’s idea), but the three men had been met with nearly an entire army once they got there like they knew they were coming. The place had been booby trapped of all things, tipping the group off so that they opened fire seconds later. They all knew that if they were in trouble, she would be too. “Get outta there, now!”

“I’m trying!”

And she was. Unfortunately for her, the place was a maze, and with about ten angry men chasing after her, it was hard for her to focus on where all of the hallways led to rather than just trying to get away from them. Her fear was making it hard to think, and luckily it was making it hard to think about the fear itself. She just needed to get away. 

The sound of Joaquin’s voice in her ear immediately began to uncloud her mind. “Find a way to go up! Stairs, ladder, window, anything! I’ll come find you!”

She wasn’t able to think about how he would be able to do so, but she listened to him anyway. She trusted him enough to believe he was telling the truth. 

Truthfully, Joaquin didn’t know if he was. He had split from Sam and Bucky once they had opened fire, Sam telling him to fly out of there to find their superior and tell them all they had learned about the group. He often thought about what it would be like to jump out as Falcon, but he wasn’t exactly able to reflect on those expectations when he was in the middle of a life or death situation. He thought once he did so that he was in the clear, but there had been a couple of helicopters right outside waiting for him. So, they had air support. Of fucking course they did. 

Joaquin was sure that their superior would get an earful from Sam once they were finally on the clear (if they ever got to that point). He was doing his best to take out the people shooting at him from the helicopters, making sure they stayed focused on him so they wouldn’t start shooting elsewhere, but the entire time his focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her, and he was riddled with guilt. 

Joaquin was the one who had fought so hard to convince Sam and Bucky that she could help them on this mission. While they had both known she could handle herself, they were hesitant to let her go into the field with them, especially on a mission like this. She would have to get about as close as she physically could to this terrorist group without them finding out she was there, and they weren’t willing to risk her getting hurt or worse if something went wrong. It was the last thing Joaquin ever wanted, but he saw how hard she fought to convince them. He saw her conviction and determination, and more than anything, he saw that she truly cared. She just wanted to help, and Joaquin knew that. She was running for her life right now because he was the one to convince them to let her help. 

She was in danger because of him. 

He was right about her needing to find a way up. She had found a door that led her to a staircase all the way up to the roof. She took a quick glance over her shoulder to see how close the men were, finding them far away enough for her to be able to lock the door behind her. If she wasn’t running for her life, she would’ve thought about how it definitely seemed like a safety issue for the door to even have a lock, but she was more concerned about buying herself at least a minute or two to get to the top. She didn’t look back again after she locked the door and began to race up the stairs, not until she heard the sound of a gunshot blowing the door open. The information that they did have guns with them scared her more than she thought it would. They liked the chase, and they didn’t want the end to be quick if they did catch her. The thought made her blood run cold, and a new wave of adrenaline filled her as she continued to run. 

Once she reached the roof, once again locking the door behind her to buy herself some time, she looked out to try to find Joaquin anywhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be found. She braced herself as she looked over the edge of the building she was on, and the realization of just how far up she was was quick to set in. She hadn’t realized how long the staircase was nor how far up she had run, but the sight of the city what looked like miles beneath her caused her heart to beat faster for a completely different reason. She could handle most things—monsters, cults, running for her life. Heights weren’t one of those things. 

“Joaquin,” she said. She tried to steady the tremble in her voice, trying to control her breathing. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted back, trying to dodge the helicopter that was currently shooting at him. He was not on his way, but he needed to be soon if he wanted any chance of getting to her in time. 

The sound of the men chasing her banging on the door to the roof made her jolt, dread filling her veins like venom. They were throwing themselves against the door to get it open. Unsuccessfully, sure, but the knowledge that they had the means to get the door open with their weapons made her believe that this was just a sadistic scare tactic. The thought made her sick. 

“Joaquin,” she warned. She was unable to hide the fear she felt from her voice. Even she could hear her voice shake. 

So could Joaquin, and he knew they were both running out of time. Taking out the pilot in the final helicopter, he set the thrusters of his wings to full power before jetting off to where she was. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted once again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be there in enough time. Thinking fast, he added, “You’re gonna have to jump!”

Her stomach dropped at the thought. “I can’t,” she whispered. But she knew she was running out of options. The men chasing her would get tired of playing with her, and in seconds they would be out there with her. She’d have nowhere else to go. Her hands were already shaking as the reality of what she had to do was setting in. 

And she was right. The sound of the door to the roof being blown open made her jump, and the sight of the men closing in on her filled her with a fear she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“JOAQUIN!”

“JUMP!”

She didn’t think. She ran to the edge of the building and jumped, right before they could grab her. 

She’s fallen before. She’s fallen out of tall trees when she was little, her dad constantly scolding her for climbing trees when she knew she might fall, but that’s why she always did it—to get better at climbing without falling. She’s jumped off of high platforms, trying to get down from where she was to try to help someone who needed it. She’s been thrown off of the side of a building before, but even then that was done when she was unconscious. This was something different. Being in free fall for so long, that sinking feeling in her gut never leaving but slowly getting worse as she seemed to fall closer to the ground in slow motion. The air whipped at her as if punishing her for jumping, her fear only growing as it felt like she would be endlessly falling. 

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think to breathe. She couldn’t think, her mind somewhere up in the clouds that she seemed to remember falling through when she jumped. Her eyes were dripping with tears she couldn’t stop as the cool air burned them as she went. Another punishment, she thought. The air was thin, too, choking her up even more. She couldn’t find her voice, though if she did, she wouldn’t have been able to think about calling for Joaquin again. She couldn’t think about whether he would catch her in time. She just had to continue falling. 

Joaquin’s heart raced as he did, his sights set on her as he flew to catch her. He could hear the fear in her voice when she said she couldn’t jump, it had been clear as day to him that she was afraid to. He hadn’t wanted to make her do it, but he knew she had to. And he knew he would rather die than let her hit the ground. He wouldn’t let her get hurt again. He would make sure of it. 

When he was finally close enough, his arms reaching for her, Joaquin felt time stop. He couldn’t think. The only thing he could focus on as he reached for her was her eyes. Those eyes he had seen could hold such light and happiness as he had come to know her, those same eyes that were squeezed shut from fear and wet with tears he knew she couldn’t stop. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, never daring to let go. 

Once she felt him surrounding her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, aware enough to not choke him but clutching onto him like her life depended on it, because it did. There was nothing that would get her to let go. And now that he was holding her, she could finally feel herself breathe again. 

They were both silent as he flew them away from the building, away from all of the bad men who wished them harm, away from where she felt for a moment she was falling to her death. The pit in her stomach from falling was gone, replaced with something else she couldn’t place. She still felt sick feeling her insides shaken so much, but it wasn’t just that. She felt a pull inside her, not in her stomach but maybe in her chest. She couldn’t know for sure, still barely able to think or process what was going on. The only thing she knew for sure at that moment was that she felt well and truly safe wrapped up in Joaquin’s arms. 

Joaquin finally landed them on the roof of another building, much much shorter than the one she had jumped from and miles away. With the way she was clutching onto his back, he knew she could use a moment to stand on her own two legs and catch her breath. Once his feet touched the ground, he slowly eased her down as well, taking care to handle her gently for fear of causing her any more grief. His arms didn’t leave her even as she got her footing, nor did they when she leaned heavily against him once she was standing. She was still gripping him for dear life, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He was sure he was holding her in a similar way. 

“Are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes. He always made sure that she was, and if she wasn’t, he always did what he could to help. 

“…Yeah,” she answered slowly, barely audible if it weren’t for her mouth being so close to his ear. “Just… need a minute.” 

Joaquin knew that they didn’t have a minute. He should’ve already been with his superior by now, finishing up with the debrief as they waited for Sam and Bucky to return as well. But he wasn’t concerned with any of that right now. The only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms, shaking like a leaf as she tried to calm down. For her, he would make the time. 

He readjusted his arms around her so that he was hugging her instead, one arm around her waist while the other came up to her shoulders, his hand holding her head against him and stroking her hair. He tried to steady his breathing in a way that she could follow, willing his own heart rate to slow down as he tried to help her calm down. 

She wasn’t the only one who had felt like they were endlessly falling. The only difference was, his had been slow and steady, hardly noticing it was happening until it hit him all at once. And he knew he would fall again and again if it meant getting to hold her like this. 

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last updated: 03.01.22

peter parker

SOUR

a series of blurbs/one shots based on and inspired by olivia rodrigo’s amazing album SOUR.

Friends

Mj lies, in order to finally get her two best friends to confess to each other.

Nervous

Peter and you get nervous around each other and the truth comes out one day, on a rainy day.

Alone

After Peter left you hanging again, you realize being alone is much better.

First Iftar (x Muslim!reader)

After hearing Ramadan starts, you suggest Peter and May join your family during Iftar.

Deja vu

Does he get deja vu when he’s with her?

Cough Cough (Non-Superhero AU, x GN!reader)

Peter gets a sore throat.

i really like you, too

you “forget” peter’s special day.

thirty-three and fourteen

thirty-three missed calls and fourteen voice mails.

mj

Cherry chap stick | part 2

You ask your crush, or used to be crush, for help.

Best friend's sister

Flash is a noisy boy who can’t keep his mouth shut.

Destiny

Regretting your break up came sooner than you thought.

alright

flash is a teasing shit, who likes to pick on you.

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A missing feeling (x GN!reader)

A missing feeling can’t always be replaced by something good. Bucky is willing to help you find the good to replace the bad with.

joaquín torres

moments (xfem!reader with adhd)

moments with joaqo.

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Seven

Summary: After assisting the new Captain America and Sargent Barnes to defeat the Flag Smashers, Joaquin Torres is on leave, visiting Sam’s family in Louisiana. He expected to make some new memories with the Wilsons and his new friend Bucky Barnes. What he did not expect, was a face from the past he was trying so desperately to forget.

But this small vacation will not be a peaceful one. New enemies are lurking in the background, and they know one thing - the only way to hit hard, is to hit home.

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Warning: TW! MINORS DNI! Nightmares, blood, Kidnapping

Word Count: 2.7K (approx.)

Note: Nightmare Trope and Domestic fluff! Y/N and Joaquin work ut their differences and we get some guesses about what might have happened to them. (it's a small chapter) Also, plot twists to get you ready for the amount of angst in the next chapter :)

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Sharon's Safehouse, Alaska

He doesn’t remember why he woke up. The bedside clock showed 2 am. It was freezing as soon as he got out of the heavy blanket. He still couldn’t figure out what it was made of. It was heavy and warm, and spacious enough for two people to sleep in it. The fire in the metal fireplace was dying down. Maybe he would tin a few logs, enough to last until morning.

He steals a glance towards her, expecting her to be sleeping soundly under the blanket. Instead, she had thrown it off.

Her brows were furrowed, and in the dim light of the fire, he could see a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead.

Oh no

But it’s been years!

He threw off the blanket and crawled next to her. He held her and gently cradled her face. “Y/N it’s me! Hey! Wake up, it’s me!” He brushed her hair with his fingers as she slowly relaxed.

“Mom, please let me go, please,” she whispered in her sleep. Joaquin feels a lump growing in his throat. She still had nightmares about what happened five years ago. She looked so small and fragile; her tough exterior had vanished. He wished he could hold her like he used to, every time she had a nightmare. He would hug her, rub her back and help her calm down. And he would hold her until she would fall asleep.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at him first in fear and then in recognition. She was breathing heavily, tears brimming in her eyes. And then she hugged him.

He froze. She hid her face in his neck. He wrapped his hands around her, brushing her hair. He has done this countless times; he knew what she was feeling. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down. “It’s alright Y/N. You’re fine. It was a dream.” He whispered again and again. She slowly calmed down and stopped crying. But she didn’t let him go.

"I'm scared," she whispered on his skin. He stroked her hair and hugged her. “It was a dream Y/N. You’re safe. Don’t worry.” He whispered. They stayed like that for a long time. He could feel her body heat. She was burning up. He pressed her forehead with the back of his hand. She had a fever.

“Water?” He asks her.

She nods. He rushes to the kitchen and brings her a glass. She tries to grasp it but as she reaches out, her hands shake. He sits down beside her and holds it out for her. She drinks it without a word, holding his hand with both of hers in the process.

He puts the glass down and looks at her. She was leaning on the headboard with her eyes closed, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. Her usual bright demeanor was lost. He sits down beside her. “Want to talk about it?” he asks her.

“Not really.” She answered while fidgeting with her hands. She looked tired and weak. As she was fully awake now, perhaps she realized what had happened and is feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing.

“It was a fever dream. Lie back and sleep it will be okay.” He tells her. She replies “okay” and gets back under the covers, too weak for a sassy remark.

He throws some logs in the fireplace and gets back to bed. She fell asleep, facing him. He got inside the covers, facing her. He pulls the blanket up to her chin. His hands ached to hold her tight and let her sleep in his arms.

-----/-----/------

You slowly opened your eyes. The strong smell of something spicy filled the air. Your head was pounding like a hangover. Sunlight seeped through the windows; the blinds were open wide.

And just like that, the events of last night came crashing down on you.

The same nightmare, every time. He’s in a car. It’s burning. He’s crying out for you. You’re trying to reach him, but you’re too far away. As you’re about to reach him, your mother appears in front of you. “It’s your fault.” She says in a distorted voice and grabs your hand. While it burns, you try to latch on to him, trying to grab him. You’re begging her to let go but she just laughed. You see his hand reaching out to you but you can do nothing.

And then you wake up in his arms. He is safe. He soothes you and helps you calm down, and you fall back to sleep.

You found a way for them to stop. It wasn’t healthy, but it was better than waking up every night screaming. You noticed the nightmares never happened if you fell to sleep tired, or exhausted. So that’s what you did. You worked, you stayed awake until your legs gave out. And when you felt you would not last long, you slept. It was bad, it was unhealthy and it was affecting your body, but you didn’t care.

Anything to keep your mother’s face away from your dreams.

“Rise and shine” You heard him before you saw him. You raise yourself on your elbows and see him standing in front of you. The sunlight hit his face just right, making it look like he was glowing.

You lean on the headboard. “I made you something.” He hands you a steaming mug that smelled so good, your stomach growled. You grabbed it and peered inside. It was golden, and it smelled delicious

“What is this?” you ask in curiosity.

He takes a seat in front of you on the bed, with his cup. “It’s honey tea. It was my favorite from when I was in Tunisia. It’s effective for bringing down a fever.” He says as he sips his mug. You take a sip and the flavors explode in your mouth. There was ginger, some sort of spice, and a lot of honey. It was delicious. “Oh my god, this is so good.” You cry out. He lets out a laugh in response. “I said the same thing when I drank it for the first time.” You smile at him. You two sit there in silence, sipping tea. You were feeling better as the tea helped you ease your headache.

“What’s the plan for today then?” you ask him, taking small sips from your mug.

“No plans, you are going back to sleep." He says as he gets up and places his mug on the nightstand. “Torres I-“

“No, I don’t want to hear excuses. You’re staying in bed. You want something, you ask me.” He says in a serious but friendly tone. “You scared me last night, you know. You need to rest.” Saying so, he leaves.

That’s when it hit you. He was there to hold you and bring you back. It wasn’t a dream. You couldn’t stop yourself from uttering his name. He comes into the bedroom, “yeah?” he asks you. His hopeful eyes wait for your words.

“Um, it’s just,” what were you supposed to say? Thank you for last night? After I broke your heart and treated you like shit? Unlike you who never did anything to hurt me? That even after years of living in resentment, you still chose to help me because you’re you?

“There’s a first aid kit in my bag. There would be medication inside it.” You finally settle down on something you can say without a war breaking out between you.

“Okay, I'll check." He looks around your bag and brings out the familiar blue pouch you’ve grown quite fond of in past years. It was the first thing you bought with your own money. Something you didn’t have to beg for from your parents.

“Here,” he hands you the pouch. It was the size of a small purse, with everything in it from normal fever medicine to an emergency sewing kit for stitches. You took out a tablet of ibuprofen and Tylenol each and had it with the tea. Then you handed the strips to him. “Um, remind me to take it in the evening”

He takes it from you, “as you wish, dear", and that takes you by surprise. You look at him and he gives you a wink and goes away. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, feeling like a schoolgirl again. You slip inside the covers and just before you fall asleep, you realize you were still smiling.

---

He didn’t leave her side. He sat on the bed the whole day reading Wuthering Heights. The sunlight seeps through the window, creating a soft light on the melting snow. It was quiet. Away from the bustling city of New York, it was peaceful.

It was evening in a blink. The sun was setting and the snow was almost gone. She woke up.

“Morning.” He said as she sat on the bed, rubbing sleep away from her eyes. Her hair was all over the place, and the oversized hoodie made her look adorable. He always noticed this childlike aura enveloping you in small things you did. Jumping to reach something higher than you, pouting when he annoyed you, looking at him and listening in awe to every new thing he told her about. That didn’t seem to wear off.

“Hey,” she said in a croaked voice.

“Water?” he asks and she nods. He hands her a glass from the bedside table and she drinks it.

“Hungry?” he asks again and she nods. He presses his hand on her forehead, the fever was almost gone. He gets up from the bed and heads to the kitchen. He sets the stove for some potato soup, his version of a sinus opener with a lot of ginger and spices. He hears the bathroom door close and looks at her entering the kitchen. Fresh clothes and washed up, she looked better than the last time.

“Whatcha doing?" she asks him.

“Potato soup” he replies. She pouts as she looks at the vessel on the stove.

"Don't make that face, it’s going to be good” he laughed. She smiles, “I know.” And he would be lying if that didn’t make his heart beat faster. He gave out a nervous laugh and got back to his soup just so she wouldn't see him blush. She wandered over to the couch and plopped on it.

He put the soup on a low flame and went to the couch.

“So, you feeling good?” he sits next to her

“Yeah, I mean, a little lazy but I’m all good.” She smiled at him.

It was simple moments like these that bought him back to them. How they would fall in sync after weeks of not seeing each other.

“It's just...” she continued. She was messing with her hands in her lap, avoiding looking him in the eyes. “It’s been a while since I had nightmares. I was scared and you helped me so-”

“Hey, it’s alright you don’t have to thank me.” He said, resting his back on the couch. She looks at him and then leans back. “Are you okay?” he asks her.

She looks him in the eyes and hesitates before answering. “Yeah. You?” She gives out a soft smile, this time the soft wrinkles near her eyes are visible to him. Her hand rested on the seat, inches away from his. His gaze flickered to it at the same instant as hers. The distance was killing him.

He wanted to hold her, kiss her, make her laugh as he spun her around in circles. The day he saw her crying for the first time, he remembers making a silent promise to himself, he would never let tears fall down her eyes ever again. He would do everything in his power to make you smile. At this moment, he wanted to do the same. He was ready to forget everything she did. Why? He didn’t know that still. He tried to figure it out, but he couldn’t understand. He brainstormed the whole thing in his head for a long time, and the only conclusion he came to was that it have something to do with your parents. They...

And before he could stop himself, the words escaped his lips, “Why did you do it?”

His eyes widened upon realizing what he had just said. He saw her freeze. The illusion of a false bubble they were slowly falling into was gone. He could see the moment she realized the weight of his words. She never explained, a closure, so he could move on. You don’t ‘move on' from a love like that. It consumed him, his whole being and when she left, she took a part of him with her.

She stood up abruptly and ran to the main door. He gets up to stop her, to scream on her face why did she do it? What did he ever do wrong to deserve that?

But she threw the doors open, and just like the last time, without sparing him a second glance, she was gone.

---

You couldn’t breathe. His eyes were unrecognizable, the familiar warmth and joy were gone. You were running outside the house, towards the trees, your socks wet with the melting snow and mud. It was cold, unwelcoming, and uncomfortable. You stopped. You deserve this. You deserve to feel this. Five years ago, you didn’t see what you did to him. You could now.

You did it to protect him?

From what?

You saw the hurt flash in his eyes just before he asked you the question. A fraction of what he felt that time threw you off guard. You also saw a hint of anger in them. He never looked at you like that. You have broken him. You went away to save him from yourself.

Because you knew he would never leave.

You had to tell him. You had to tell him the whole truth this time. What exactly happened that fateful day that led her to do this? To him and herself. The last words that ever fell from your mother’s lips that led you to do this. Your mother was winning. She was still playing you from her grave. You gave her the winning card with your own hands by driving away from the one thing that was truly yours. The one thing that you were so sure you could never let go of.

Jesus, what have you done?

You ran back to the house. You needed to tell him, and you had to do it now. Your feet were slipping in the melted snow and mud, but you continued to climb the platform.

“Joaquin!” You cried out as you entered the main door.

And you were met with chaos.

The coffee table was overturned, the sofa was inverted. It was like a fight broke out. Then your eyes traveled towards the kitchen.

He was on his knees, his hands behind his head, blood trailing down his scalp and his face bloody.

Above him stood four men, donning guns, wearing the same masks that were the reason you were in this safe house.

Panic rose to your throat. “Y/N Run!” he screamed at you, the guy standing behind him hit him in the head with his Glock, and he fell to the ground.

And just as you started to turn towards the main door, you saw someone running towards you from the corner of your eye.

There was no time. Your hand flew towards the control panel right next to you. You managed to push the button and brush your fingers over the lever as a searing pain shot through your head. You hit the ground, and your vision went black.

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