hii can i request a joaquin x reader set at a party in joaquinās apartment where the reader is in love with joaquin but heās oblivious but everyone else knows? thank you <3
pay more attention | joaquin torres x reader
summary: everyone and their mothers know that youāre in love with joaquin ever since who knows when, yet the only one who hasnāt have a clue about it is joaquin himself.
content warnings: 3.1k, fem!reader, reader yearns too much, fluff, alcohol consumption, kissing, getting caught by poor bucky
FROM JOAQUIN @ 3:23 P.M. - are you still going to my party tonight?
When you watch that single notification pop up on the screen, your heart flips. Because of course it does. Every little thing that he does or is mentioned in makes your chest go nuts.
Yet you pick up the device with a sigh, opening the text feed and reply back.
FROM Y/N @ 3:25 P.M. - of course i am
FROM Y/N @ 3:25 P.M. - am i still able to come a bit early?
Joaquin's reply came as swiftly as you sent yours.
FROM JOAQUIN @ 3:25 P.M. - yeah for sure
FROM JOAQUIN @ 3:25 P.M. - sam and isaiah is gonna be there a bit early too if you're cool with that
FROM Y/N @ 3:26 P.M. - i'm good with that
FROM JOAQUIN @ 3:26 P.M. - alright, great
FROM JOAQUIN @ 3:26 P.M. - just let me know when youāre on the way :)
FROM Y/N @ 3:27 P.M. - okayy
You place your phone back down on the kitchen counter, letting a sigh escape. Three hours to get ready, or more like three hours to prepare your heart to jot have a heart attack.
Ever since you have met Joaquin during a mission two years ago, your body basically developed a liking for him, and then you started to like him a bit too much. It came to the point where with every mention of the name Joaquināeven if it wasnāt the Joaquin you knewāyour body hummed in a way that you wanted to experience more of it. It was like an addiction you didnāt want to get rid of.
āDude, stop daydreaming,ā your roommate, Rebecca, snaps her fingers in your face, and you instantly glance back at her, rolling your eyes.
āWell, what do you expect me to do?ā you ask a moment later, taking a step back from the counter as you raid your fridge.
Rebecca crosses her arms, hip resting against the counter. āUh, to do something about it instead of just standing there and doing nothing?ā
With a sigh, you look over your shoulder, finding her eyes. āI canāt,ā
Looking back into the fridge, your hand reaches towards a bottle of water as you say, āBecause itās kind of obvious he doesnāt feel the same way.ā
āOh my God,ā she groans, head hanging down.
āWhat, it's true!ā You whip your head her way, slamming the fridge door shut. āI literally tried to make a move once, and he took it as a joke!ā
āThatās because his oblivious ass doesnāt know the difference.ā She retorts, then sighs. āLook, this has been happening for way too long, and I am personally sick of it, along with the hundred other people who know. So if you donāt do something about it tonight, Iāll do it myself."
āWait, what?ā Your eyes bulge out, and you take a deliberate step forward. āNo, you can't. I wonāt let you!ā
āWell, too fucking bad.ā Rebecca crosses her arms. āIf you come back to this apartment with a frown on your face, I will walk down the street to his place and give him a big fat paragraph about how you like him and how he hasnāt noticed a single thing.ā
You can only stare at her, standing incredibly still. Rebecca has always been the one to actually convince you to do these types of things. And honestly, you love it about her, because it gets you to realize that the world may not be what it seems like in your mind. Once in a while, it doesnāt go your way or hers, but at least you were given the guts to do it and not be a baby.
Pressing your lips together, your shoulders slump as you sigh. "I'll try to do something tonight."
The grin on her face is immediate. "Great," she nods her head toward the hall. "Now go get ready for your man."
With a roll of your eyes, a chuckle leaves you, and you shake your head. You walk past her, a soft fine coming out, and you make your way down the hall.
And hours later, you walk out like a different person.
Before you got ready, your hair was a mess, not a single piece of makeup stuck to your face, and you still had your pyjamas on. But now, you look stunning, with a pair of tight blue jeans cropped over your legs with a black tube top wrapped around your torso like it's meant to be there. You even styled your hair into slight curls that bounce with each step.
When Rebecca sees you, she audibly gasps. "Oh my God, you look so good."
A shy smile curls on your face. "Thanks,"
"What time are you going over?" She asks a second later.
You shrug your shoulders, looking over at the digital clock on the stove. "Probably around six,"
"Hm," she nods, picking up her phone and tapping on the screen. "Well, get ready to get munched."
That barks a laugh out of you. āWhatever you say,ā
And with another hour passing, you exit your apartment, phone in hand as you quickly send Joaquin the message.
FROM Y/N @ 5:49 P.M. - im on the way now
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:50 P.M. - okayyyyyyyyy
It didnāt take long for you to arrive to his complex, as itās just a few minutes down the road. You did have to stop in and buy drinks for yourself and whoever else is showing up since Joaquin asked. And of course, you said yes because it was on the way, and you needed drinks for yourself anyway.
Your knuckles bang softly on the wooden door, and you take the tiniest step back from it. It swings open with ease, Joaquin on the other side of the door. When he sees you, drinks in hand and an easy smile on your face, he sighs, pulling you in.
āThank god, you're here.ā He groans and snatches the case of drinks from your hand. āSam and Isaiah are āfightingā again.ā
You furrow your eyebrows instantly, slipping your shoes off and following him further into the apartment. āAbout what?ā
He shakes his head and instantly lets go of your arm. āI donāt even know anymore.ā
āI literally told you to stay back, and you did the complete opposite!ā Sam barks out, voice echoing through the living space.
āWell, people were raiding my building, so I had to do something about it.ā Isaiah retorts.
As you two walk over toward the kitchen, your eyes dart to Sam, his hands pressed against the marble countertop, and Isaiah standing across from him, arms crossed against his chest.
You spare a glance over to Joaquin, whispering to him, āIs this about those robbers breaking into his place while they were training?ā
He looks your way and shrugs. āPretty sure,ā then, he gives you a double-take. āWait, how do you know about that?ā
āIt was on the news, dummy.ā
As Joaquin walks past Sam, opening the fridge and storing the drinks on the shelf, Isaiah continues to give it out on Sam. āSeriously, itās not a big dealāā
āAnd I could have handled that myself because I have the serum, too. Remember?ā
That draws Sam quiet, mouth opening and closing repeatedly, as if all the words were taken from him. Then, a second later, his shoulders slumping with a breath of air leaving him. āYeah,ā he says, āyou could have. And Iām sorry about my lashing out.ā
āDonāt worry about it, I get it.ā His words carry understanding, a curt nod following his actions.
The silence that follows is loud, and with a quick glance over at Joaquin, who's now standing beside Sam, you begin to speak, āOkay, so now that this is over, can we actually get this place looking like a party?ā
Joaquin finds your gaze, looking offended. āWhatās wrong with it now?ā
āWell, itās not exactly party material.ā
He scoffs, and Sam cuts in right as he was about to speak. āNah, itās true. It looks like a minimalist threw up in here,ā
āAnd what's wrong with that?ā Joaquin turns his way, hands propped on his hips.
āNothing. But itās not party material, like she said.ā Sam points a finger in your way, and a playful smirk tugs on both of your faces.
He rolls his eyes, stomping past the three of you. "Okay, fine."
Time passes, and with a bit of bickering from all of you, the place is now looking more presentable for a night out. The kitchen counter had plenty of drinks snd cups displayed on the surface, colourful streamers dangling from the walls of the living room, and even the hallway has some as well. It may not be a lot, but itās definitely better than it was before.
And soon enough, people actually started to show up. Bucky and his crew of the Thunderbolts are here, Samās sister and her friends, and a bunch of random people you have no clue who they are. But apparently, Joaquin knows them, so youāll just deal with it for now.
Right now, youāre standing near the corner of the living space, a red cup filled with alcohol held in your hand. You cam barely hear a thing with the music killing your eardrums because itās so loud. You seriously donāt know how anyone here isnāt deaf right now.
āNow why are you standing over here all alone?ā
You recognize that voice immediately, and when you turn toward the sound, youāre thoughts are confirmed when Sarah, Samās sister, walks your way.
You give her a tiny smile, looking out to the crowd as she falls into a stop beside you. āNeeded a break.ā
She nods, following your gaze. āI can see why,ā she pauses, then leans a bit closer to you, as if sheās sharing a secret, and continues on with, āAlso, whatās up with you and Joaquin?ā
You whip your head her way, shock evident kn your face. āYou know about that?ā
A snort comes out of her. āGirl, everyone knows except for Joaquin.ā
"Well, yeah, that's true," you admit, a nervous chuckle leaving you.
Her hands cross against her chest, leaning against the wall beside you. āOf course itās true.ā Sarah starts, glancing over to where Joaquin is standing with Sam, a wide grin on his face as he sips from his drink. āThat dude has been oblivious his whole life, based on what Sam had told me. Like, Jesus, he canāt take the hint.ā
Sarah's words make you nod, eyebrows rising as if that fact is obvious. āOh, I know.ā Taking the tiniest sip of your drink, you swallow it down and say, āI tried to flirt with him the other day, and he thought I was joking.ā
āOh, god.ā She groans, tipping her head back. āWhy do men exist?ā
A laugh falls right out of you. āLiterally my same question.ā When you look back out to the crowd, you find Joaquin instantly. And instead of him taking to Sam, he is starting right back at you.
His hair seems more defined with the curls since he always seems to smooth it out. And you finally notice what he's wearing, it's the beige button-up you had gotten him for his birthday a few months back, with the pants Sam had given him as well. When you glance up to meet his face, his gaze falls back on yours again, and the tiniest smile tips up on him, making your heart stutter. He takes a quick sip of his drink, all while keeping his eyes on you. That's when you look away, breath hitching in your throat.
"I think he likes you, too, by the way," Sarah murmurs into your ear.
Finding her gaze, you ask, "Really?"
She nods once. "Yup. I mean, the way he's looking at you alone is pretty obvious."
A shaky breath leaves you. "Yeah, it is." You look back over to Joaquin, but now he's gone back to talking to Sam, who glances over at you once in a while.
"Go talk to him," She suddenly says.
You find her eyes again. "Right now?"
At that, you sigh and reluctantly walk over, but when you lift your head, Joaquin is already walking your way. You stop in front of him, a shy smile on your face. He mirrors yours. āHey,ā he says, voice as soft as an angel.
āHey,ā you say back, glancing over his shoulder. āCould I talk to you for a minute?ā
He nods immediately. āYeah, of course,ā then he glances down the hall and nods in its direction. āLetās go to my room.ā
Yeah, thatās definitely the place I want to talk about this. You think sarcastically, yet you follow him anyway, downing the rest of your drink and toss it in the nearby trash when you pass it.
When you both enter the room, he closes the door behind you, and the music is muffled from the other side of the door. His room never changed a bit. Beige walls with a bed tucked into the corner, and a nightstand placed beside it. The warm lighting from the lamp brightens the room, showing off a poster above his dresser.
āSo, uh, what did you want to talk about?ā Joaquin asks, taking another sip of his drink.
You only watch him for a moment, hands to your sides as you try to figure out what to actually say. It is hard because your heart is literally racing in your chest as you think. But you manage to confess it, anyway.
āI like you,ā you simply say, voice filled with nerves.
Joaquin spits out the drink in his mouth, then turns around and begins to have a coughing fit, patting his chest to settle down his breathing. This was not the kind of reaction you were expecting. Sure, you knew he was gonna be shocked in some way, but not choke-on-his-drink way.
He turns back to face you, cheeks flush, his eyes wide and mouth agape. āYou like me?ā
You nod once, chest rising as you take a deep breath. āYeah,ā You murmur, voice soft yet shaky at the same time.
āHow long?ā he asks a moment later, voice filled with nerves.
You look away for a second, running a hand through your hair before shrugging, finding his eyes. āAlmostā¦ two years, I guess?ā
He mutters something low in Spanish, head dipping down as he tries to breathe in deeply. Placing his now empty red cup on the dresser, he looks up at you, eyes still filled with surprise. āAnd you didnāt tell me until now?ā
āWell, I have been trying to give you hints for the past year, but you didnāt do a thing about it.ā
He grows silent, as if his brain short-circuits. Then, his eyes bulge back out. āThose were hints?ā
A soft yet nervous chuckle leaves your mouth. āJesus, you really are oblivious.ā
He huffs out a breath of air, taking a step closer to you. āSo, you're telling me this whole time, you were basically flirting with me?"
You nod again, raising your eyebrows as if youāre stating the obvious. "Yup."
He doesn't say anything else, standing still as his hand falls to his side. Nothing really happens for a moment, the muffled music from the living room being the only thing filling the space between you. Even though you're basically a foot apart from each other, you wish he could do something, anything, even if it was him rejecting you. It would be better than standing here in awkward silence, waiting for him to actually go for it.
But he didn't reject you. Instead, he takes another step forward, leaning in, and presses his lips to yours.
You were shocked at first, obviously, because you thought he would have just said I like you, too, and then do something about it. After a quick second, you pull away, watching with wide eyes as Joaquin opens his own and stares back at you, lips agape.
āWhat was that for?ā You ask, breathless.
He shrugs his shoulders. āDoing the same as you did,ā he says, a small grin pulling at his lips. āGiving you the hint.ā
You were left speechless, brain processing what the hell just happened. Your chest is going nuts with it beating like crazy, and your cheeks flush a hint of red. Then, a grin appears on your face. Joaquin copies your smile, chuckling softly before you lean right back in and kiss him.
Now, with his hands on your waist, he pulls you closer, body against his. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck, sighing against his lips as you move your mouth against his. His hands soon wrap around your torso, keeping you closer than his fingers dig into your shirt.
Your fingers dig into his hair, and the groan he lets out makes you hum in pleasure, deepening the kiss by tangling your tongue with his. The kiss becomes so much that you two start to stumble around a bit, making a chuckle rise from your throat. He grins against his lips, walking you backward until you hit the wall behind you.
"Jesusā" you mutter to yourself once you bang yourself against the surface.
Joaquin laughs softly, lips pulling away as he stares down at you. āAre you okay?ā
āOh, yeah. Iām okay.ā You say with a grin on your face.
His grin grows soft, and he nods once. āOkay.ā Then he leans back down to kiss you again. This time itās softer, gentler, like everything you craved for so long.
But suddenly, the music grows louder. āHey, do you know ifāokay, never mind.ā
You pull away just in time to see Bucky leave the room, eyes wide and full of awkwardness. The door slams shut, leaving you two back alone with the songs low in the background. A soft laugh leaves you, resting your head on his shoulder.
He chuckles as well, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. "I know he regrets coming in now," he murmurs against your hair.
You nod at him. "Definitely."
Both of you stay like that for a moment, just holding onto each other like you're the last thing alive. Joaquin pulls away first, hand rising to tuck a loose strand behind your ear. "Could you stay over tonight?"
The question takes you off guard, but you smile anyway. "I would, but I don't really have anything with me."
He shakes his head. "You can borrow some of my clothes for the night, and I also have an extra toothbrush with me."
Your grin widens, and you finally nod. "Okay,"
