If you think Eddie was being terribly mean to Buck in 8.09 when he said,
āI donāt like it any more than you do. But if youāre going to make this about me having to choose between you and my son, youāre going to lose every time.ā
Iām going to assume one of the following things is happening.
āYouāre forgot Buckās an adult who is responsible for his own feelings.
āYou forgot that Chris is Eddieās legal responsibility.
āYou forgot Eddie put Buck in his will as Christopherās ward. And that Buck has cared for this child for the last 7 years and Eddie trusts that Buck would always put Chris first.
āYou probably donāt like Eddie, period. And thatās a YOU problem.
i really do hate that any time there's an arc on 911 about a man of colour (eddie, chimney) doing anything that involves emotions and buck is involved in any way that is not overwhelmingly positive it turns into a certain part of the fandom racing to see who can take EVERYTHING eddie or chimney do in the worst faith the quickest
summary: you and joaquin try to reconnect-- it doesn't exactly go as joaquin had hoped, but he hasn't given up just yet.
pairing: joaquin torres x f!reader
wc: 1,727
gif credit: @gaybuckybarnesss
contents: 18+/minors dni, pining, longing, angst, dishonesty (from sma & it his heart is in the best place), KISSING
an: okay we're at it with a part two. i was on the phone with my sister while finishing this and she's convinced me to give yall at least FOUR parts so everyone say thank you j! pls don't ask to be on my taglist if you aren't 18+/have that in your bio <3
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You shouldāve known better truly. And even though you hadnāt, part of you thinks you shouldāve said no. But, when Sam calls begging for your help, insisting that youāre the only person that can get Joaquin to take his meds, you want to help.Ā
Or so youād thought.Ā
When you make it to Joaquinās place, itās a little strange. The last time youād been to his place was because it was your place. And it wasnāt as nice and polishedā you didnāt have a doorman when you lived together. Nevertheless, you sign in and head up to his floor in the elevator.
Youāll get in and get out. Implore him to stop being a brat and take his meds and then get out. The entire drive had been nothing but you hyping yourself up.Ā
How were you supposed to look him in the eye after everything heād said the last time you saw him? After youād ignored his desperate pleas for you and answered none of his calls since.
It isnāt lost on you how unfair it is for you to show up nowā especially for Sam. But you wanted Joaquin to get betterā¦you needed him to. He had figured out a way to live life in a world without you in it, but youāre sure you couldnāt do the same.Ā
Sam swings the door open before you can knock, his expression a mix of exasperation and relief.
āThank god youāre here, heās being a little shit,ā He grabs you by your shoulders, rubbing them affectionately. Youāre about to tell him itās no problem when he quickly switches your places, leaving you in Joaquinās apartment and him in the hallway.
āIāll be back!ā He assures you before slamming the door in your face.
Thatās when you realizeāyouāve been set up. Joaquin is fine, probably training again. Itās been over a month since you last saw him in the hospital.
Youāre afraid to turn around and see whatās waiting for you. Instead, stupidly you close your eyes, willing this to go away. Youāre not ready to talk through this with him. You werenāt ready in the hospital and you arenāt ready now. When youāre lost to the deep spiral of your thoughts, you wonder if youāll ever be ready. Somehow, either answer to that question makes your heart race.Ā
āNot excited to see me, I guess?ā Joaquin asks wryly.
āYou set me up.ā
āHow else was I gonna get you to talk to me? You wonāt answer my calls, which is very rude if you didnāt know.ā
Your belly fills with that dreadful guilt and you rest your head against the door, āJoaquinā¦ā
āFor once I donāt have any expectations, cross my heart and hope to die. I just wanted to see you. And some part of youā¦wanted to see me too,ā He adds, his voice uncharacteristically shy.
āItās never been about me wanting to see you. I always want to see you I justā
āWonāt?ā He supplies.
āCanāt,ā You correct. āI can't, it's too painful.ā
āMore painful than this? Because I think we both agreeāthis fucking sucks.ā
You arenāt sure why, but what he says gets you to turn around. There before you on his coffee table is an unfinished puzzleā one you thought had been thrown away along with the rest of you. The gesture nearly winds you, tears pooling in your eyes.
āQuino, what kind of life could I possibly give you when I donāt know who I am anymore?ā
āYou say that like I donāt know you. But I do. I always have,ā He simply gazes at you, studying you for a moment before his lips curve into a small smile.Ā
"You probably don't remember this, but there was this little boy at the park onceā he must've been five, maybe six. We were reading on this bench, you were so comfortable with your head in my lap, feet propped up. But the boy, he was struggling to fly this ridiculous, tangled-up kite. His dad kept trying to help, but the poor kid was just about ready to give up. And thenā¦you put your book down."
You tilt your head. "I don't remember that."
"I do. Because I remember you. I could never forget, even if I tried, baby. You walked over to that kid, knelt down next to him, and helped him untangle the strings. You showed him everything; how to hold it, when to run, how to wait for the wind. And when that kite finally lifted off the ground, I swear l've never seen a kid so happy. You just stood there, watching him, smiling like it was the easiest thing in the world to make a stranger's day better."
You exhale, shaking your head. "That doesn't even sound like me anymore."
āThat's the thing, querida," he says softly, closing the gap between you so that he can grasp your hand. "It is you. No matter how much you feel like you've lost yourself, I promise you're still that person. The one who stops, who helps, who makes the world.ā
You gaze down at your hands, sucked into the warmth of his skin against yours. Still you ask, āThat was a long time ago. What if thatās not who I am anymore?ā
āYou didnāt have to show up to the hospital to make sure I was okay. Or come here to make sure I took my meds. Brillas como la luz, entiendes?ā
āIā¦I donāt know, Quino. We canāt just go back to how things were, weād be lying to ourselves. I mean, youāve changed too.ā
āPeople change. They still love each otherā I still love you.ā
Your eyes go wide at his candor. After all youāve put him through, all the rejection, he was still brave enough to tell you he loved you. You swallow thickly, throat dry. You arenāt sure what to say, because if you open your mouth, the weight of it allāof him, of thisāmight crush you.
Joaquin takes in your overwhelmed expression and immediately pulls back, though he doesnāt deny his previous words. āToo fast? Yeah, too fast. Look justā¦help me do this puzzle? Iāve waited years to finish it with you. Please?ā
Thatās something you could say yes to, isnāt it?
āSure, yeah. Letās do it,ā You agree, giving him a small smile.
The sight of your happiness makes his heart soar.Ā
Once the two of you are sat beside each other at the coffee table, Joaquin dives right in. You stay put, simply watching him and after a few minutes he notices your lack of participation.
Gently, he nudges a piece of the puzzle closer to you. āCāmon, you still got it,ā He encourages.
Itās enough for you to try, really try and soon the two of you fall into a groove, in your respective corners of the puzzle but always looking out for one another. Always ready to aid if the other is stumped in finding the next piece or where one fits. After working diligently, your corners start to bleed into each other and your fingers brush as you reach for the same piece.
āOhāsorryā umāā You stutter softly, unable to move your hand. You feel made of cement and thought youāre frozen on the outside, your mind is moving a mile a minute.Ā
Move your hand. Move your hand first or break the silence or something. Do somethingāanythingāother than sit here, drowning in the weight of his gaze.
Before you can do any of those things, Joaquin is leaning in, his mouth just barely ghosting yours. Familiarity takes over to your surprise, and you press forward, kissing him back.Ā
That confirmation, your unexpected desire for him makes his belly warm. He kisses you more firmly, raising a hand to cup your chin and hold you in place. His mouth is softā so so painstakingly softā and for several moments all you can do is give into himā succumbing to his skillful kiss that makes your brain feel melty.
His hand starts to move, thumb tracing the shape of your jaw before his gentle grip lowers to your neck. You shiver against him, moaning which grants him the access to taste you. Itās the sensual brush of his tongue against yours that brings you back to reality.Ā
You jerk back against the couch, eyes down as you wipe your mouth. āQuino,ā You murmur breathlessly, unsure of what more to say. Your mouth feels like itās on fire, the place where he touched you searing with heat.Ā
āIām sorry, it just sort ofā you looked at me like that. No pude evitarlo, preciosa. No con lo hermosa que eres,ā He murmurs, hand reflexively raising to cup your cheek.
You flinch away, nervous about what will happen if he touches you like that again. āJoaquin this is all justā¦itās too much. I need time to think, to clear my head.Ā
āItās not a no.ā
āItās not a yes either,ā You remind him gently.
āI know. But Iāll take it for now. Can I walk you out?ā He asks hopefully, rising to his feet as you do.
āJust to the doorā¦I need space, Quino.ā
āSure, hermosa. Whatever you say.ā
Once youāre standing in the hallway, feeling a little more separated from him you turn around, meeting his intense gaze. āThank you for tonight. Youāre being so kind and patient with me, and I know itās difficult but youāre doing it anyway.ā
His eyes soften, gooey and warm as he looks at you. āI wouldnāt have it any other way.ā
āIā Iāll call you, okay?ā
āAlright,ā He agrees.
āGoodnight.ā
āGoodnight, querida.ā
Joaquin waits until the elevator doors close to shut his own door. He leans against the sturdy wood, a slow smile spreading across his face as he thinks about what just transpired. He got to spend time with you, to touch you and taste you for the first time in 7 years. This is the closest heās ever been to getting you back and heāll take it, even if it uses every drop of patience in his body.Ā
He fishes his phone out of his pocket and dials Sam.
āWell?ā Sam asks, skipping pleasantries.
The goofy grin on Joaquinās face has his cheeks aching. āI thinkā¦I think it mightāve worked.ā
Sam can hear the smile in his voice and wants every detail.Ā āIām on my way.ā
must be 18+ to be added to the joaquin taglist! <3
Hiii!!! Absolutely love your Joaquin fics rn!! Could you write a Joaquin x fem!reader, who has captain marvels powers? Or atleast very similar. Maybe it takes places during the celestial fight during new world order, and maybe also the aftermath?
No Strings Attached | Joaquin Torres x Avenger!reader
Summary; you had an agreement, a simple arrangement, but feelings are always inevitable in these things
Word Count: 2.1k+
Warning: Smut! 18+ Only! PinV, oral (female receiving), a little dirty talk
A/N: So Iām doing the double today. How very efficient of me. Also I recall a wish for the shower scene I wrote the other day to have turned into something spicy so I figured Iād deliver under this ask. Enjoy.
You didnāt have the time or focus for a relationship and neither did Joaquin. You didnāt even live in the same state. But both working with Avengers on Avengers level missions, you often ran into each other and ended up working with one another every few months or so. And on the occasions when that did happen, you both had found a great way to let off a little bit of steam post mission.
The second he found out his latest mission was going to be in your neck of the woods he couldnāt wait. It took all of his concentration to stay focused on the mission at hand and not on finally getting his dick wet later.
He was chasing down the bogey when your voice came through his comms. āYo Torres, want an assist?ā
He shook his head as he smiled to himself. Although it had been his mission, being in your city meant it was only a matter of time before you got involved. āI was beginning to think you werenāt gonna show.ā he said as he looked to his right and you pulled alongside him. Where he needed a whole suit and fancy gear to fly, you had cosmic powers that literally blasted you through the air like a rocket.
āWhat can I say? I was busy,ā you threw back.
āDoing what?ā he asked.
āCancelling my plans for the evening,ā you smiled at him with a knowing wink.
āFalcon, weāve got two more missiles incoming,ā a controlled male voice cut through the comm link to you both.
āIāll get these two,ā you said, indicating to the ones you were both currently chasing, āyou get the other two.ā
āAlright.ā he agreed before he began to bank left and turn back toward the direction of the other two missiles.
Chasing down missiles was routine for you at this point. You angled your head forward, your arms pushing back to your sides as you put on another burst of speed to catch up to the missile on the right, coming up beneath it. You quickly began to guide it towards the direction of its companion and the two collided in mid air in a firey blast.
āHow you doing back there feathers?ā You asked through the comms, coming to a stop and hovering mid air as you sought out the flash of green against the blue sky that would indicate where he was.
āTheyāre splitting off.ā he grunted down the comms as he tried to fight with one of the missiles, willing it to change course and drop down into the sea.
āIām on it.ā you said, spotting the stray missile in the distance. You raced for it but realised you werenāt going to make it in time. Instead you stopped and put all your effort into pushing a photon blast towards it, hoping to detonate it before it got too close to the ground. Your body jerked backwards with the force and you waited with baited breath for it to make contact.
3ā¦2ā¦1! Your arm came up to shield your face as you were knocked backwards by the blast but you quickly caught yourself again.
āIs that all of them?ā you asked?
There was a pause before the other male voice from before came through the comms to tell you both that Cap had got things back under control on the ground and you could both stand down.
āJust another day at the office, huh?ā you said to Joaquin as he came up alongside you again.
āYeah, just another day at the office.ā he agreed.
āAt least I donāt have to do the paperwork on this one.ā you taunted before you shot him a small salute and began to divert your course and head back home.
It was nearly 9pm by the time he arrived. Youād been able to eat, tidy up, shower and even catch a couple episodes of the latest tv show you were binging. The second you opened the door to your appartment and let him in, he was on you.
āIs it weird if I say I missed you,ā he panted between kisses and you pulled him inside and he kicked the door closed behind him.
āYou mean your dick missed me,ā you joked as you ripped the open checked button down off of his shoulders and he quickly slipped his arms out of it, not wanting to waste any time.
āYeah, that too,ā he said as his mouth tried to keep up with you as you guided him down the hallway to the open kitchen living room. āDios mio eres hemosa,ā he muttered to himself as you reached to pull your T-shirt up over your head and threw it across the room.
āLook you want to keep talking or do you want to fuck me? Your call Torres.ā you panted as you tried to keep things moving along.
He quickly lifted his white T-shirt off over his head and exposed his golden skin to you.
āSomeoneās been working out,ā you commented as you took in his abs.
āNow whoās talking,ā he grinned as he quickly closed the gap between you again, his hands threading into the hair behind your heads as he smashed his lips back into yours.
You couldn't help but moan against his lips as you felt him push his body up against you, his dick already growing hard and pushing against the zipper of his jeans. You both almost tripped over the arm of the sofa as you blindly tried to move back towards your bedroom, your hands completely lost as they frantically moved across one anotherās skin.
āUhg, fuck this,ā he groaned, lifting you by the back of your thighs and slamming your back down into the couch cushions, his fingers scrambling to pull down your sweats and underwear before he dived headfirst between your legs.
You immediately began to whimper as his tongue carded through your folds, flicking hungrily at your sensitive clit. Your fingers tangled into his hair encouragingly as you tipped your head back, your eyes closing as you focused only on the feeling of his tongue against your cunt.
āOh Joaquin, fuck,ā you panted as you felt your muscles already beginning to tingle and grow tight.
He hummed happily into your pussy as he ate you out, your praise and whimpers like music to his ears as you squirmed beneath him. He was leaning over the arm of the chair to be at the right angle and he reached to undo the button and zipper on his jeans to alleviate some of the pressure from his erection, shifting his junk in his pants before he moved that hand back up towards your entrance. His slid two fingers inside you with ease, the tips of them curling in a come hither motion that had you practically writhing beneath him, desperate for release.
āCome on baby, just let go. Vamos bebe, dĆ”melo.ā he said huskily and you practically screamed as your climax took over you, soaking his fingers and tongue.
āAhĆ estĆ”. Esa es mi chica.ā His words always made you delirious. Always left you in a haze. And for just a little time you could imagine and play pretend. For those couple hours you were with him, you were his girl. And he was yours.
You quickly pushed him back off you so you could slam your mouth against his again, your tongue lapping your juices from his lips.
āGod, youāre a fucking dream,ā he praised and once again his words went straight to your head.
āWhere do you want to do it? Here, or in the bedroom?ā you asked him.
āHow about here, then in the bedroom. Then in the shower, on the kitchen counter,ā he listed off as your lips began to mark a hungry trail down the side of his neck, your hand moving to palm at his length as he fought to rid himself of his jeans.
āSounds like a plan,ā you panted, wanting to make the most of the limited time you had together, āHow long do we have?ā
āMy flight leaves at 8am.ā he said.
āThen, I guess we best get moving then,ā you encouraged him.
āYou still on the-ā
āYep,ā you quickly responded, desperate to finally feel him inside you again after months of just playing with yourself and your magic wand.
āAnd you havenāt?ā
āNope.ā You replied just as quickly. He always asked the same questions just to check in on the off chance anything had changed, but there was no one else other than Joaquin. Thatās why you had started sleeping with him in the first place. No strings. No complications. Just really good sex. āWhat about you? Have you?ā
āNo.ā he quickly said, but there was a flash of something in his eyes that said there was more to that answer than he really wanted you to know. āOkay, enough talking,ā he panted as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the end of the sofa, tilting you up at just the right angle and lining himself up, before teasing his way inside. You both let out a deep moan as he began to fill you up, your mouth hanging open as his brow furrowed in concentration, not wanting to blow his load before he had even begun.
You were always so wet for him. So warm and welcoming. Fucking you felt like coming home and that scared Joaquin. No strings, that was what you both agreed, but he knew he was failing. Knew every time he saw you, every time you hooked up, he grew a little more attached to you. Heād wake the next morning and struggle to leave. Heād lay awake after a long day back home, just wondering what you were doing. If you thought of him in the same way. Sometimes he even thought about just buying a plane ticket and showing up on your door. Not even to have sex, but just watch tv and cuddle up on your sofa. To hear you laugh. To be with you when you wanted to cry.
āOh shit,ā he grunted as he continued to thrust into you, the realisation hitting him as his eyes locked onto yours, He was completely and utterly in love with you and he knew all it would take would be one more orgasm together and he would be completely and utterly yours.
You saw how the look on his face changed. You knew exactly what it meant too. āSay it,ā you said to him as his eyes moved from your face to where your two bodies met, willing himself to make it less personal again. If he just focussed on that angle he could pretend he was watching porn. Detach himself from the act just long enough to get through this.
āSay it,ā you demanded, but he shook his head. āJoaquin!ā you said firmly, forcing him to look into your eyes again. āSay it,ā you said again more softly and thatās when he saw it. The same feeling reflected in your eyes.
āI love you,ā he said.
āFuck,ā you squeaked as he hit that sensitive spot inside you just right, āI love you too,ā you panted, finally allowing yourself to admit to yourself and him what youād known for a while now. āI love you too.ā You breathed.
He practically growled in hunger at your words, his hips picking up pace as he became desperate to make you cum again. His girl. His only one. His thumb reached to rub circles over your clit. He knew he couldnāt last much longer, especially with the way you were looking at him and he needed you to finish with him. āVamos baby,ā he began to encourage his words husky, ānecesito que te corras para mĆ.ā
Your body began to tense under his ministration, your muscles bearing down in anticipation. You could see the concentration on his face, the effort to not blow his load just yet. Not before he had made you cum one more time this round.
You moved your fingers down to circle your clit, replacing his own fingers to speed the process along just that little bit quicker. āThatās it baby, so beautiful. Thatās my girl,ā he encouraged until you were able to let go.
Your orgasm hit you like a truck, your fingers reaching to grip tightly onto his biceps and ground you as he continued to pump himself into your sensitive cunt once, twice, three times more until he stilled, his chest heaving as his body fell forward. His arms just about caught him, propping himself up before he collapsed on you completely as he filled you up.
You sighed as you breathed heavily and tried to regulate yourself. āUhhhgg, so much for no strings attached.ā you finally said when you didnāt feel like your heart was going to lurch out of your chest anymore.
āYeah,ā he chuckled and agreed, his head turning so he could look you in the eyes once again. āSo much for no strings attached.ā he repeated, before you both began to laugh.
I love tumblr because humanity could find out that world will end in 2 days and like 4 seconds later someone will post about it in the destiel meme format.
Iām not asking marvel Iām telling marvel, I better get Frank Castle and Karen Page to finally get together in DD:BA!! they teased us so many god damn times with them and I have never left the restaurant, so Iām demanding them to be endgame!!!!
Has anyone just stopped and thought about the three husbands of the Featherington ladies?
Not as individuals, but as a whole.
We see Mr. Finch and Mr. Dankworth spending a lot of time together, because their wives spend a lot of time together. Both of those men are...a bit peculiar in their own ways, but both are really different than most of the men in the ton.
Now, imagine adding Colin to that club.
Instead of talking about conquests in a gentleman's club over drinks, Colin's "bro nights" are probably going to be sitting around a parlor table, talking with his brothers-in-law about how awesome their wives are over cheese.
