every summer, joaquin insists on a road trip
the goal: to visit his abuela, then your family
but he likes meandering along the way
while you don't necessarily enjoy the hours spent driving through the blistering heat—especially with how your sweaty thighs tend to stick to his seat—you agree to it every time
giggling at joaquin as he jams along to his carefully curated road trip playlists
you picking out his favorite gas station snacks while he fills up the car
occasionally buying popsicles or ice cream from the freezer to beat the heat, and kissing him right after because you like tasting the sweetness off his lips
he chastises you for distracting him while driving
you eat lunches at small diners in whatever town you landed in for the day, and joaquin always finds a way to befriend the locals with his jokes and stories and charm
(he's so charming)
(it's a little overwhelming, you think, as you watch him drive)
pass by anything scenic, and he'll pull over without hesitation, holding you close so that—together—you can watch the warm orangey sun drift below the horizon, or smell the salted air as you listen to blue waves crash over the coast
with joaquin, somehow, there's always a story you've never heard, a place you've never seen.
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rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)
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