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they/she - yelena has my heart

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NOTE : the only characters that i will write at the moment are clark kent, lois lane, john walker, joaquin torres, bob reynolds, yelena belova, and kate bishop, so please request for them and them only.

[belovafics]

hii can i request a joaquin x reader set at a party in joaquin’s apartment where the reader is in love with joaquin but he’s oblivious but everyone else knows? thank you <3

pay more attention | joaquin torres x reader

summary: everyone and their mothers know that you’re in love with joaquin ever since who knows when, yet the only one who hasn’t 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

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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 you’re 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 Joaquin—even if it wasn’t the Joaquin you knew—your body hummed in a way that you wanted to experience more of it. It was like an addiction you didn’t want to get rid of.

“Dude, stop daydreaming,” your roommate, Rebecca, snaps her fingers in your face, and you instantly glance back at her, rolling your eyes.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?” 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. “Uh, to do something about it instead of just standing there and doing nothing?”

With a sigh, you look over your shoulder, finding her eyes. “I can’t,”

“Why?”

Looking back into the fridge, your hand reaches towards a bottle of water as you say, “Because it’s kind of obvious he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Oh my God,” she groans, head hanging down.

“What, it's true!” You whip your head her way, slamming the fridge door shut. “I literally tried to make a move once, and he took it as a joke!”

“That’s because his oblivious ass doesn’t know the difference.” She retorts, then sighs. “Look, 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 don’t do something about it tonight, I’ll do it myself."

“Wait, what?” Your eyes bulge out, and you take a deliberate step forward. “No, you can't. I won’t let you!”

“Well, too fucking bad.” Rebecca crosses her arms. “If 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 hasn’t noticed a single thing.”

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 doesn’t 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. “Whatever you say,”

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 didn’t take long for you to arrive to his complex, as it’s 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.

“Thank god, you're here.” He groans and snatches the case of drinks from your hand. “Sam and Isaiah are ‘fighting’ again.”

You furrow your eyebrows instantly, slipping your shoes off and following him further into the apartment. “About what?”

He shakes his head and instantly lets go of your arm. “I don’t even know anymore.”

“I literally told you to stay back, and you did the complete opposite!” Sam barks out, voice echoing through the living space.

“Well, people were raiding my building, so I had to do something about it.” 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, “Is this about those robbers breaking into his place while they were training?”

He looks your way and shrugs. “Pretty sure,” then, he gives you a double-take. “Wait, how do you know about that?”

“It was on the news, dummy.”

“Oh,”

As Joaquin walks past Sam, opening the fridge and storing the drinks on the shelf, Isaiah continues to give it out on Sam. “Seriously, it’s not a big deal—“

“Uh, yes, it is—“

“And I could have handled that myself because I have the serum, too. Remember?”

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. “Yeah,” he says, “you could have. And I’m sorry about my lashing out.”

“Don’t worry about it, I get it.” 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, “Okay, so now that this is over, can we actually get this place looking like a party?”

Joaquin finds your gaze, looking offended. “What’s wrong with it now?”

“Well, it’s not exactly party material.”

He scoffs, and Sam cuts in right as he was about to speak. “Nah, it’s true. It looks like a minimalist threw up in here,”

“And what's wrong with that?” Joaquin turns his way, hands propped on his hips.

“Nothing. But it’s not party material, like she said.” 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 it’s definitely better than it was before.

And soon enough, people actually started to show up. Bucky and his crew of the Thunderbolts are here, Sam’s sister and her friends, and a bunch of random people you have no clue who they are. But apparently, Joaquin knows them, so you’ll just deal with it for now.

Right now, you’re 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 it’s so loud. You seriously don’t know how anyone here isn’t deaf right now.

“Now why are you standing over here all alone?”

You recognize that voice immediately, and when you turn toward the sound, you’re thoughts are confirmed when Sarah, Sam’s sister, walks your way.

You give her a tiny smile, looking out to the crowd as she falls into a stop beside you. “Needed a break.”

She nods, following your gaze. “I can see why,” she pauses, then leans a bit closer to you, as if she’s sharing a secret, and continues on with, “Also, what’s up with you and Joaquin?”

You whip your head her way, shock evident kn your face. “You know about that?”

A snort comes out of her. “Girl, everyone knows except for Joaquin.”

"Well, yeah, that's true," you admit, a nervous chuckle leaving you.

Her hands cross against her chest, leaning against the wall beside you. “Of course it’s true.” Sarah starts, glancing over to where Joaquin is standing with Sam, a wide grin on his face as he sips from his drink. “That dude has been oblivious his whole life, based on what Sam had told me. Like, Jesus, he can’t take the hint.”

Sarah's words make you nod, eyebrows rising as if that fact is obvious. “Oh, I know.” Taking the tiniest sip of your drink, you swallow it down and say, “I tried to flirt with him the other day, and he thought I was joking.”

“Oh, god.” She groans, tipping her head back. “Why do men exist?”

A laugh falls right out of you. “Literally my same question.” 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?"

"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. “Hey,” he says, voice as soft as an angel.

“Hey,” you say back, glancing over his shoulder. “Could I talk to you for a minute?”

He nods immediately. “Yeah, of course,” then he glances down the hall and nods in its direction. “Let’s go to my room.”

Yeah, that’s 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.

“So, uh, what did you want to talk about?” 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.

“I like you,” 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. “You like me?”

You nod once, chest rising as you take a deep breath. “Yeah,” You murmur, voice soft yet shaky at the same time.

“How long?” 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. “Almost… two years, I guess?”

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. “And you didn’t tell me until now?”

“Well, I have been trying to give you hints for the past year, but you didn’t do a thing about it.”

He grows silent, as if his brain short-circuits. Then, his eyes bulge back out. “Those were hints?”

A soft yet nervous chuckle leaves your mouth. “Jesus, you really are oblivious.”

He huffs out a breath of air, taking a step closer to you. “So, you're telling me this whole time, you were basically flirting with me?"

You nod again, raising your eyebrows as if you’re 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.

“What was that for?” You ask, breathless.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Doing the same as you did,” he says, a small grin pulling at his lips. “Giving you the hint.”

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.

"Jesus—" you mutter to yourself once you bang yourself against the surface.

Joaquin laughs softly, lips pulling away as he stares down at you. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m okay.” You say with a grin on your face.

His grin grows soft, and he nods once. “Okay.” Then he leans back down to kiss you again. This time it’s softer, gentler, like everything you craved for so long.

But suddenly, the music grows louder. “Hey, do you know if—okay, never mind.”

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,"

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yelena patching up your wounds enby!reader

let me help for once - yelena x reader

summary: when you and yelena arrive back from a harsh mission, you are found to be in the bathroom, patching yourself up from a bullet wound you had no knowledge about. but when yelena finds you, she doesn’t hesitate to help despite your stubborn attitude.

content warnings: 1.4k, enby!reader, established relationship, cleaning up wounds, cuddling

Your tenth wince of the night bounces off the walls as the gauze hits the flesh of your wounds, gritting your teeth.

Fingers curl around the fabric, head falling back as you squeeze your eyes shut. You never expected the pain to be this bad, just for a bullet grazing your side.

The mission today was harsh. Even though all you had to do was clear some of OXE's files from an undercover laboratory, Val had wrongfully calculated how much security there was, because both of you came back exhausted, frustrated with Val, and somewhat injured. For you, it's the bullet grade to your side, and Yelena says she's fine, but the large cut plaster to her face says otherwise.

You don't really know what to do for a situation like this, though, because you haven't been shot at, plus the pain was a tad bit too much to really mend it up. Sure, you have patched yourself up in the past, but not with literal bullet holes. But that is also a doctor's job to do that.

When you attempt to press the gauze back against the wound, you tense up and hiss, immediately pulling away. Am I even doing it right? You think, taking deep breaths to handle the pain.

"Y/N, are you there?" When Yelena's voice echoes through your bedroom, muffled against the bathroom door, that's when the panic starts to hit you.

You can't tell her about this. You can't let her find out. There's no way.

"Yeah, just in the bathroom." You call out to her, jaw clenching from the immense pain. There's silence a second later. You aren't sure whether she's still there. But then again, you can never tell because she walks around like a ghost, not one bit of sound.

Then, her voice shifts into something familiar to worry. "Are you okay?"

Shit. She definitely has the idea now. "Yup."

"Hmm," you can hear her hum from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"

Growing quiet, you don't say a word. You would rather not have Yelena see you injured like this. But knowing her, she's too stubborn to even listen. Since the two of you began dating a few months back, she has been way too protective of you about every single thing. Sure, you love that she worries over you, but sometimes it becomes too much.

With a sigh, you mutter loud enough to hear, "The door's unlocked."

A second later, you hear footsteps approach the room with the door clicking open. It swings open, and Yelena freezes in the frame when her eyes land on the blood cemented onto your skin.

Her faces shifts into something more pale, cursing under her breath. Stepping forward, her hand reaches for your wrist with the gauze, grasps it and pulls it away. "Jesus Christ," she utters, "did you get shot?" Her head lifts to meet your gaze.

Your eyebrows furrow with pain, gritting your teeth as you manage to say, "Kind of."

"What the hell do you mean by kind of?" She asks, voice rough with a tint of worry.

"It barely hit me!"

"It still hit you, though." She shakes her head, huffing out a breath of air and snatches the gauze from you. "Sit still."

When your hand feels empty, you shake your hand, trying to take the fabric back. "Yelena, I'm fine. I can do—"

Her eyes lock with yours, gaze harsh. "Sit. Still."

You know exactly why she used that tone. It's basically the only way that you would stop being stubborn if she commands you to do what she wants. So you listen, sighing as you steady your breathing.

Yelena takes her time patching your wound, eyes focused on making sure the bleeding stops before wrapping the gauze around your torso. With every wince you let out, she murmurs a quiet sorry before continuing on. It was clear she knew what she was doing, as she used tools you hadn't considered.

When she's finished, she places the tools back in the first-aid kit, then stores it back inside the cabinet. You were feeling way better than before, but there were still stings of pain shooting through your side.

Yelena stands up straight between your legs, hands perched on her hips. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

You avoid her eyes. "I didn't know,"

She gives you a blank stare, hands falling to her sides. "You didn't know," she asks, doubtful.

"I'm serious, I didn't know." Your eyes catch her emerald green ones in the dimly lit bathroom. "I only felt the tiniest bit of pain, like I got pinched or something. But I only realized once my fucking clothes started to stain once we got back."

She only stares at you, the worry catching up to her expression. Then, she just sighs, shoulders slumping slightly. "Alright," she mutters. "But the next time you're hurt, you come to me, okay?"

You nod. "Okay," your voice grows small.

She smiles slightly, then pats your forearm. "Alright, let's get you laid down."

As she tries to slide you off the bathroom counter, a hiss falls from your lips, and you try to smooth it down by saying, "I thought you just said, let's get you laid for a second."

Yelena snorts, hands on your waist delicately so she doesn't hurt you. "No, that's not happening for a while."

Slipping off the countertop, she guides you out of the bathroom and toward the bed tucked into the corner of the room. Sinking down onto the plush mattress, you sigh, letting go of Yelena as she stands up straighter. Her gaze falls on you, crossing her arms with a soft smirk on her face. "You comfy, or what?"

You hum, glancing over at her as you shift against the sheets. "Kind of,"

She then nods, a sound mixing with a sigh leaves her. "Alright, I'll tell the others about your injury."

When she takes a step back, you cut her off. "Wait, what? You're gonna tell them?"

Yelena glances over her shoulder. "Yeah, Valentina is gonna get mad if no one says anything about this."

"But I'd rather them not know yet,"

She groans, turning to face you. "Y/N, the first thing Val wanted to know—other than if we completed the mission—is if anyone was injured. And you decided to stay quiet. Now, if she finds out you didn't tell her about you getting shot, guess who she's gonna get mad at?"

At her words, you grow quiet, looking away. Yeah, you definitely don't want Valentina yelling at you when you're bunched up in pain. "Can I be the one to tell her, at least?" You find her gaze, voice low as you speak.

Reluctantly, she nods. "Yeah,"

You then nod right after, a hand patting the empty spot beside you.

Her eyes flick down when the sheets rustle under your palm, eyes finding yours again. "What?"

"I wanna cuddle," you simply say.

Huffing out a breath of air, she shakes her head with a grin. "You were literally in pain seconds ago."

"That doesn't mean I don't want cuddles."

She snorts, stepping forward. "Move over,"

You scoot your body further away as Yelena sinks down onto the bed next to you, turning to her side with a hand pulling you closer gently. When her front is pressed to yours, that's when you sigh. She grins softly. "You comfy now?"

You smile. "Yeah,"

Yelena copies your soft smile. "Good," her hand reaches up to cup your face, thumb rubbing on your cheekbone. "How about you get some sleep? You really need it after today."

You nod again. "I really do."

A chuckle escapes her, and her arms wrap fully around your body, pulling you impossibly closer. Your forehead rests on her shoulder, and a relaxing sigh escapes you. Her hand rubs your back, soothing you straight to sleep.

And both of you will deal with the others later, but right now, sleeping with Yelena by your side is all that matters.

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i CRAVE a kate bishop x stark!reader so badly !! maybe just headcanons or tony/pepper/peter finding out before they announce it, whatever !! also, remember to hydrate and eat something !!

my dirty little secret - kate bishop x reader

summary: when you and kate first got together, you made sure that your father, tony stark, wouldnt find out. yet it’s too late when peter walks in on you two.

content warnings: 1.5k starkfem!reader, fluff, secret relationship, reader struggles with anxiety.

a/n: kind of made reader have a bit too much anxiety since she wants to be good enough for literally everyone because she's a stark and it's what's expected from her... but if this wasn't what ur looking for im very sorry

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Kate knew why you had to hide your relationship.

For one, you weren't out of the closet yet.

And two, you would rather not know your father's reaction yet.

And since your father is Tony Stark, you also don't want the whole world knowing his daughter has a girlfriend and is very gay.

What Kate wanted was to be able to walk down the streets of New York, holding hands with you, without caring what other people think. Yet, you are the literal opposite.

You worry about everything—what you wear, what you do and how you do it, other people's opinions of you. Basically, you were an over-thinker because of the amount of pressure on you from your father and social media. And because of all this, there's an enormous ball of nerves always bundled up inside you, and it will explode whenever one of those things occurs, which happens more often than you'd like to admit.

You were given meds to help with the anxiety, and sure, they had somewhat helped, but once in a while, the feeling jumps back into your body without a word.

Kate has helped a lot as well. When you first told her about your anxiety, she was understanding. She didn't interrupt you, only sitting beside you, and letting you go on without a word.

One night, a soft knock taps against your window, and when you lift your head from the pillows, your gaze finds Kate on the balcony, archery suit clad to her body with arrows slung onto her back. Her brown hair is swung back into her signature ponytail with a few strands loose in the front.

You grin, slipping out of bed and walking towards the balcony door. Sliding it open, you pull her in with a tug on her arm.

She stumbles inside, a quiet giggle escaping her. "Hey," she murmurs quietly.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, a soft smile perking up.

Her shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. "I just wanted to visit."

"But your mom told you to be home by five, and it's"—your eyes dart over to the digital alarm clock perched on your nightstand—"six-twenty-three!"

She shakes her head dismissively. "It's fine. I told her that I would be running late. Or more like running straight towards you."

The shy chuckle rasps right out of you, looking away. "Why are you really here, though?" You ask, eyes finding hers through the dimly lit bedroom.

She gazes down at her, a soft, timid smile reaching her face. "I wanted to see you, and I haven't been able to because I've been busy all week."

"Well, you could have texted me so I could have prepared myself."

"Babe, you don't need to do that."

"Kate, my room's a mess." As you speak, your gaze travels over the disaster of your bedroom. "I'd rather you come over when a tornado didn't hit me."

She laughs, shaking her head. "I don't care about any of that, you know."

"I know, but still. I wanna have a good impression." You murmur, voice feigning into something much smaller.

Kate’s face falls. She knows that tone in your voice. "You already impressed me enough throughout this whole time of me knowing you." Her voice is low and caring, her hands rubbing your forearms.

"Are you sure?" You ask, voice feigning uncertainty as your gazes connect.

She nods, the movement soft. "I am. I don't care who you are or what you're dealing with." A kiss on your forehead makes you sigh. "I want you and only you, okay?"

Your lips tip up into a timid smile. "I want you too,"

"Good," she grins. "Because I am not letting you out of my sight."

The way she says it, cheeky and confident, makes you laugh softly, the sound vibrating in your chest. "I can say the same to you."

Her smile flips into something brighter, then softens. "Now, how about I help you with this room, and then we can just chill for a bit?"

"Oh, no." You shake your head, eyes tearing over the floor, worn clothes scattered on the wood. "You don't need to help with this."

"Yeah, well, I want to." A hand of hers trails down your arm, fingers lacing together like it's meant to happen. "Let me help you, please?"

Her soft, delicate voice sets a crack in your heart. You know you can't say no to her, not when she's insisting like this. It's like she's your weak spot, the one thing you can't refuse. With a sigh, you nod. "Okay,"

A few minutes go by, and with the help of Kate's hands, your room is squeaky clean. Kate would say that you were exaggerating about your room being a mess. Only the bed wasn't made, with a pile of dirty clothes sprawled on the floor.

Once you two are finished, you sink onto the mattress, tugging Kate down beside you. She chuckles as she lies down beside you, an arm resting on your waist.

“Hey,” she murmurs.

A hand comes up to brush her brunette strand away, tucking it behind her ear. “Hey,”

She grins softly, gaze darting over your face. “You’re pretty, you know.”

You chuckle, cupping her cheek. “You told me that so many times.”

“I know,” she says. “And I'm gonna continue saying it.”

Another giggle leaves you, and you press your lips to hers quickly. Kate smiles against your lips, and her grin softens when you pull away. “What was that for?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you say, “Just because,”

Kate’s grin widens, and she leans back in to kiss you, with you melting into it. Her hand rests on the nape of your neck, a sigh leaving her mouth, hitting your lips. The two of you kiss for a while, the pace slow and tentative as always.

But then her hand pushes your shoulder down, your back hitting the mattress. Your lips pull away from hers for a brief moment, then when she climbs back on top of you, your lips reconnect. A smile finds its way to your face, grinning against her mouth as your hands wrap around her torso.

“Hey, do you still have my charger—" The door swings open while Peter’s voice echoes through the room, and you push Kate off so fast she almost falls off the bed.

Peter stands in the doorway, shock filling his entire face. His mouth is agape, gaze going to Kate, then to you, and then back at Kate. “Hi, Kate,”

Meanwhile, Kate stands at the edge of the bed, eyes glued to Peter. “Hey,” she reluctantly says, fixing her standing position.

Peter crosses his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh—well,” she glances over at you, who is sitting up on the bed with wide eyes looking back at her. “I was just stopping by for a visit?”

“A visit?” He asks doubtfully.

She nods jerkily. “Yeah,”

“Well, it’s definitely a visit.” He peeks his head into the room, eyes wandering over to the cable stuck into the outlet. “Oh, there it is.” His feet guide him over, taking the cord out from the wall.

As he jumbles it into his palm, your mind spirals, because obviously, you didn't want Peter to find out. You knew what he would do. He would talk too much to the point where he outs you. Sure, you love Peter and are very happy that he's your friend, but sometimes you wish he could keep secrets a bit better.

"Please don't tell my dad, Peter," you rush out.

Peter finds your gaze, eyebrows twisting. "Why would I tell him?"

Shrugging your shoulders, tou say, “I don’t know, but just—please don’t tell him.”

He only stares at you, contemplating whether he should listen to your words. There’s a high chance he probably will, though, since your reaction to getting caught kissing your girlfriend almost looks like you could fall into a panic attack because of it. "Yeah, of course." He glances over at Kate before backing up. "Also, I support you with all of this. You can kiss all the girls you want."

"Oh, Jesus." You curse under your breath, looking away embarrassed. Kate stifles a chuckle, and you snap your gaze to her, finding a grin on her face.

"Any way, I'm gonna leave you to back to..." His hand gestures to the two of us, as if he's referencing our stolen moment. "This," Then he walks out, slowly shutting the door with a click. When it's just you and Kate left in the room, you release a harsh breath. head hanging down.

"He's gonna rat on us, isn't he?" Kate asks, gaze still on the door.

At which you respond with, "At some point, yeah."

"Shit," She runs a hand through her locks, looking over at me a moment later. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I hope so," You say. "I just wish that I could tell him myself."

She sighs, stepping over to the bed. "I know," The mattress sinks as she sits down beside you. Her hand lands on yours, fingers brushing each other. "But if he does tell Tony, and he goes apeshit, I'm still staying."

That makes a grin tip on your face. "Really?"

She nods. "Really."

requests are open !

[belovafics]

HIIII!

I loved your last Joaquin fic! Could I request some Joaquin x reader?

Maybe reader is Bucky’s protege and the two of them meet on some recon mission and end up falling for each other. They technically *should* be enemies since Bucky and Sam are kind of at odds but they can’t help it and sneak around to see each other. Kind of like a Romeo and Juliet situation except no one dies and the only tragedy is that Bucky and Sam are mildly annoyed that their pupils are seeing each other behind their backs. HAHA

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 🥲 have a lovely day! ♥️

behind closed doors - joaquin torres x reader

summary: after meeting joaquin through a mission with bucky and the rest of the new avengers, he tells you not to engage with whatever he says. but who says you have to listen to him?

content warnings: 6.8k, friends to lovers, secret relationship, love confessions, fluff, making out, smut (cunnilingus, protected p in v, missionary, soft-dom joaquin)

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The first time you met Joaquin during a mission with Bucky, your first thought about him was that he was charming.

Obviously, Bucky shut down your thoughts instantly once he found out about it.

See, since you're Bucky's protégé before and after joining the New Avengers, you have basically stuck to his side. Not because you were forced to. You actually enjoy hanging out with him despite his stubborn, gruff personality. So you instantly knew that if he didn't approve of you two just talking to each other like normal people, nothing could change his mind about not wanting you to date him.

"Y/N, I'm not gonna say it again. You're not going to see him." Bucky's voice echoes off the walls of the Watchtower hallway. You walk together side by side, frustration flashing across your face.

"Why, do you think he's gonna kidnap me?" You ask, freezing in place and crossing your arms.

"No, he wouldn't do that. Sam wouldn't let him, anyway."

"Because apparently, he doesn't approve of our friendship."

"And I don't either." He snaps.

You sigh. "Bucky, trust me on this. If he tries to do anything that makes me remotely uncomfortable, you're the first person I'm calling."

He grows quiet, gazing at you intimidatingly. Bucky knows you well. When you want something or to go somewhere, you will tell them right away that you will be alright and that they will be your emergency contact if you're in certain situations, such as kidnapping or murder. You always keep in touch with them whenever you're out, though, not wanting to worry or make them any angrier because you're out with the so-called enemy.

Yet, you don't see Joaquin that way.

You see him as the guy who made sure you were back home safe after a mission, the guy who memorizes your coffee order from one hangout session months ago, the guy who flew from D.C. to New York in his Falcon uniform to protect you from some creep down the street.

And he's also the guy who makes your heart flutter from his stupid flirting.

Bucky sighs, shaking his head. "If anything happens, it's on you."

You beam. "Great,"

A few minutes later, when you're in your room, perched up on your bed, you text Joaquin, thumbs tapping against the screen's digital keyboard. But right as you’re about to hit send, a message from him pops up first.

FROM JOAQUIN @ 4:57 P.M. - so what did he say

FROM JOAQUIN @ 4:57 P.M. - does he approve

You smile from the text, deleting what you have written and replying to him with a new message.

FROM Y/N @ 4:58 P.M. - he’s mad

FROM Y/N @ 4:58 P.M. - but in the end, he doesn't care

FROM Y/N @ 4:58 P.M. - well, he does, but he gave up is what i'm trying to say, i guess

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:00 P.M. - i can see him doing that lol

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:00 P.M. - but anyway, i'm able to come out to new york tomorrow

FROM Y/N @ 5:00 P.M. - sam is letting you come out to new york to see me?

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:01 P.M. - well, he doesn't know about that part, obviously

A chuckle comes out of your mouth as you read the messages. It was pretty common for both of you to hide the fact that you two continue to hang out. Sure, they knew that you used to talk, but they have no clue that it's still happening. Except for Bucky, since he actually manages to read you like an open book.

And honestly, you would rather keep it that way to keep the peace.

And to keep Joaquin to yourself, obviously.

FROM Y/N @ 5:03 P.M. - of course

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:05 P.M. - yeah lol

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:05 P.M. - also, i got a restaurant reservation for the two of us

FROM Y/N @ 5:06 P.M. - ooo where to?

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:06 P.M. - it's the fancy place next to central park.

FROM Y/N @ 5:06 P.M. - the one besides my place with the balcony and lights?

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:06 P.M. - the exact one

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:07 P.M. - also you should totally dress nice for no reason

FROM Y/N @ 5:07 P.M. - lol of course

A harsh bang rattles against your door, and you jump slightly as your shoulders tense up. Your gaze is glued to the door, and when you hear Alexei's booming voice on the other side of it, that's when you relax.

"Y/N, can you help with making food? I'm not sure what I'm doing!"

You chew on the inside of your cheek as you chuckle, scooting out of bed while sending Joaquin a farewell text.

FROM Y/N @ 5:08 P.M. - gotta go, alexei wants help making dinner

FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:08 P.M. - oh god good luck

"Where are you going, looking like that?" You can hear the teasing glint in Yelena's voice as you pass her in the hall.

At her words, you pause and face her. You're wearing something fancy, but not fancy enough to make it seem like you're trying too hard. A simple jean jacket is slipped through your arms with a black top underneath it. For the pants, a thin yet tight pair of leather pants is slick on your legs. "Oh, I'm going out with Joaquin." You reply.

Her eyebrows raise. "And Bucky approves of this?"

You sigh. "Not really."

She snorts. "Knew it." Then she glances up and down the hall before connecting her eyes with yours. "Do you need anything for protection?"

Your eyebrows furrow. "Protection?"

"You know," her own brows wiggle. "Condoms and all that."

You choke on your own spit. "Jesus, Yelena—"

She cackles. "I'm just saying, you might need it."

Pressing your lips together, you shake your head. "I don't—I don't like him that way."

"You sure?" She asks, voice full of doubt.

"Yes, I'm sure."

She stares at you as if she is trying to find the truth behind your lie. That's how Yelena is, and you have grown used to it because it's just how she grew up in the Red Room. She clicks her tongue to the roof of her mouth as she shakes her head, turning away as she walks down the hall. "I'm getting you some anyway."

Your eyes bulge out. "What—Yelena!" You chase her, catching up. "I said I don't need anything."

"I know," a smirk tugs at her face. "But I'm giving you some just in case."

A huff of air leaves you, shaking your head while Yelena opens the door to her room, then stalks towards her nightstand. She pulls the drawer out, taking half a dozen small square packets into her hands. Once she stands in front of you again, she thrusts her hands toward you. “Take them,” she murmurs.

You stare down at the condom wrappers, a shaky breath leaving you. There probably won’t be a chance that you will get some action any time soon, especially with Joaquin. You’re not even sure if he feels the same way. But if he does, would he even want to have sex with you right away?

Sighing, you snatch the packets from Yelena and stuff them into your bag.

Yelena grins. “At least you got a few when you’re ready.”

You glance up at her with a tiny smile. “At least.”

By the time you’re outside waiting for Joaquin at the restaurant, the sun begins to set behind the buildings, bright lights flashing down upon you. A gentle breeze hits you, and you shiver slightly. I should have worn something warmer, you think to yourself.

But just as you glance down the street, you spot Joaquin in the crowd.

A soft, black coat wraps around him while a plain white shirt peeks out of the bottom hem. Demin jeans hang from his hips, and the same beige boots you gave him for his birthday last year are slipped onto his feet. His hair seems to be smoother today, but a few curls are still defined. You can't deny that he looks fine, like smoking hot. But you technically can't say it out loud to not embarrass yourself.

His eyes find you through the crowd, and he beams, a bright grin flashing across his face. He picks up his pace, jogging your way and stopping in front of you, his arms wrapping around you a second later.

"Hey," he murmurs into your ear, feeling his hot breath against it.

You melt into his embrace, arms slithering around his neck and pulling him closer. "Hi,"

The two of you pull away, his hands lingering on your waist before taking a step back. "You look really nice," he says, eyes tracing your outfit.

A timid smile tips up. "Thanks," you manage to say. Inhaling, you reply, "You look really good, too."

He nods. "Well, that's good because I wanted to look nice tonight."

A laugh comes out, soft and tender. "You do, don't worry." After a moment, you nod your head toward the entrance. "Come on, let's go in."

He follows you into the restaurant, and it looks exactly as you remember it. A calm, yet thrilling area where customers and staff are buzzing around with orders. The same string lights, the same vibes, the same everything. You even remember the first time you came here for a field trip in high school, and you were awed.

A waiter comes up to you both once you reach the stand, and he gives you both a grin. Joaquin steps up beside you and says. "We have a reservation for two for Torres."

The waiter glances down at the screen, possibly scrolling through the reservation lists. "Okay, and you said you wanted the balcony?" He glances back up.

Joaquin nods." Yep,"

You snap your head towards him as the waiter guides you up the stairs towards the second floor, whispering to him. "You got us the balcony?"

He glances your way. "Yeah, you said you always wanted to eat up there sometime, so I thought, why not now?"

Heat begins to rise to your cheeks, breathing unevenly. But you look away with a nod to hide it, picking at the sleeves of your jacket to distract yourself.

There's no way he remembers that. That was a year ago when you said that. Hell, you didn't even remember until he mentioned it just then. Your stomach explodes with butterflies, taking deep breaths to calm yourself from overthinking this whole thing.

By the time you have made it to your table, you're still in the slightest bit of shock. But you push it down and sit opposite Joaquin. The waiter hands you each a menu and walks away. You flip through it, recognizing all the delicious foods they serve here and how they taste exactly.

"What are you thinking of getting?" He asks, voice gentle.

You glance up and find his head propped on his arm, gazing at you like you're the only thing in his world. You swallow thickly, glancing back down at the menu. "I might just get a steak with a side of salad."

Joaquin hums with a bob of his head, staring down at his own menu. "I might get the fish combo."

Your eyebrows crinkle. "They sell fish?"

He finds your eyes. "Yeah, you didn't know?"

With a shake of your head, you reply, "No, I guess they added that on recently because I would have definitely remembered."

A chuckle leaves him. "Oh, I know," he pauses. "How's life in the Watchtower?"

You sigh. "It's good. The others are fun to hang out with, especially Yelena and Bob."

He hums again. "And what about Bucky? Is he still grumpy all the time?"

"Oh, yeah." You grin. "He's still the same, but more strict now that he knows that I'm hanging out with you."

"That's reasonable," he murmurs. "Sam is the same. He always makes jokes, but not as many since Bucky left."

Ever since Sam and Bucky broke off their partnership, or whatever it's called, things have been tense between both sides. For one, Bucky is giving you a gazillion warnings since you started talking to Joaquin, and Sam has been wary of Bucky's business and wonders why he even left in the first place.

There was a time when you and the rest of the new Avengers formed, and the phone call that Bucky had received from Sam has been stuck on your mind. Saying that he was upset was an understatement; Bucky had to leave the room for a moment so he wouldn't have to flip out in front of everyone.

"How is he doing, actually? I haven't heard from him in a while." You ask, laying the menu down on the table.

"He's kicking ass, that's for sure." He grins. "Ever since he defeated President Ross, he has been really busy. But he doesn't mind."

Soon after, the waiter comes back and takes both of your orders, then leaves right after. Time passes quickly, with you reciting old memories as if you two hadn't met almost a year ago. It's almost like you two have known each other since you were kids, reciting your life's story as he trades his with you.

Once you two have finished eating, though, you both find yourselves walking along the dark streets of New York, a breeze hitting you two in the face. Since it's almost the end of fall and the beginning of winter, the weather has been chillier than usual. You didn't mind, though. It was nice to make some sort of cold after the harsh heat of the summer.

"No, don't even say that right now!" he laughs, tipping his head back.

You cackle, the widest grin stretching across your face. "It's true! Yelena literally had to pull Alexei off him because he thought he was strong enough to fight him."

"I would have loved to see that." He says, glancing over at you. "I mean, the Sentry literally being a brick as the others bounce off him."

That makes you laugh even more. "Oh my God, that's exactly what it felt like!"

He grins, laughing with you. His eyes take you in: your eyes, your hair, your smile, everything. And you don’t even notice a thing.

He slowly stops into a stance, hand reaching out to yours. Once you feel his touch, you stop and face him, eyes seeking his through the soft moonlight above.

“Can we talk for a minute?” He asks, soft and hesitant.

You stare into his chocolate brown eyes that shine through the light, nodding. "Yeah, sure." You murmur, turning to face him fully.

He takes a deep breath, stepping closer while his grip on your hand softens, but is still there. The anxiety in his voice is very visible as he speaks. "I... I really like you, like a lot," a nervous chuckle leaves him. "You are so funny, so caring, so... I don't know, just, everything that I dreamed of, really."

All you do is look at him in shock, lips parting as your cheeks fall warm even in the breeze. Your grip on his hand tightens, fingers wrapping around his palm while your breaths grow unsteady.

This can't be happening. You must be dreaming, right?

Yet he keeps talking with a shy grin on his face. "Like, whenever I'm around you, it makes me feel like I want to spend every last moment with you, and that feeling just—it can't go away. Trust me, I tried." His eyes find yours.

When your gazes connect, you find your voice. "How long?"

Joaquin let out a shaky breath, glancing down to the other side of the street. "The second time we met up." He finds your gaze again.

"Jesus," you huff out, looking away as you process this whole thing.

The second time you two hung out in person was about a year ago. Meaning this whole time, he has had this thing for you. Your head races, running a hand through your tangled hair while your other hand stays in his.

He stays silent, staring at you as the nerves in his system go out of control. "If—if you want, we don't have to be friends, or we can still be friends if you don't feel the same way."

Your head snaps his way. "Wait, what? Why would you think I don't feel that way?"

His face drops in realization, eyes widening as his voice goes eerily quiet. "Are you saying that..."

You nod. "Yeah,"

His eyes trace your face once again, this time trying to see if you're serious about this. But with the hint of red and that sweet smile he loves so much on your face, he's proven wrong.

"Thank fucking god," he mutters, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You don't mind being crushed in his embrace as you melt into it. A sigh leaves your mouth, letting your eyes flutter shut. It takes a bit for one of you to pull away, but it does eventually happen, with you doing it first. "It took us way too long to admit that."

Joaquin laughs, nodding in agreement. "Oh, yeah. Definitely." His eyes land on you again, and he smiles as one of his hands lets go of your waist, then cups your cheek. The feeling of his touch on you makes you melt like putty, grinning up at him gently. And when he says the words, "Can I kiss you?" You soften instantly.

"Yeah," you reply as soon as you can.

Joaquin grins, leaning in without hesitation and pressing his lips to yours. Your mouth moves against his slowly, warmth spreading through your body. When you pull away a second later, you sigh with a smile, resting your forehead against his.

His breath hits your mouth, chuckling breathlessly. "I wanted to do that for so long."

You laugh, pulling back slightly. "Really?"

He nods again. "Really," there's a pregnant pause, and then he continues on. "Um, would you want to go back to my place for a bit?"

You know what that means exactly. But you furrow your brows and ask, "You have a place here?”

“Well, no. I booked a hotel room.” He corrects.

“You booked a hotel room?"

"Yeah, I mean, where did you think I was gonna stay?"

You stare at him, shaky breaths leaving me from that single kiss. Then you say, “Never mind,” with a grin. “Well then, you may lead the way.”

Soon enough, you make it to the hotel room, but not before making out on the way up in the elevator until it arrives on his floor. Once it’s just the two of you, he doesn’t hesitate to continue where he started, hands on your waist as he kisses you.

Your purse drops to the floor with a thud as your lips interlock repeatedly, fingers in his hair, while your body presses against his. Your breaths are heavy against his mouth, whimpering quietly as his tongue flicks your mouth open. He backs you up, your feet stumbling until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

He lets you go so you can lie yourself down on the mattress, but once he's on top of you, hands propped on each side of your head, he leans back down to kiss you. At first, it's soft and tentative, like he's hesitating to go any further. But when he draws a moan from you by nipping your bottom lip, that is when he lets go.

Your hands are everywhere: his shoulders, down his chest, to his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. He pulls away from your lips, pressing kisses down your jaw and neck. When his teeth nip at the skin of your throat, you sigh, a hand digging into his hair to keep him there.

He hums, the sound vibrating against your skin as he coaxes the mark with his tongue to soothe it. A hand of his drops to his elbow, while the other trails down your body until he's at your jacket. "Can I take this off?" He asks, pulling back and meeting your eyes.

Swallowing thickly, you nod. "Yeah," at that, you sit up and let him peel off the jacket. And once that's off, he tosses it to the side aimlessly and kisses you again, palms resting on your waist.

You kiss him back, arms wrapping around his shoulders. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, moans and groans leaving both of you. You don't remember the last time you felt this way. Sure, it was definitely a while ago, but since it's with Joaquin himself, it's like you have won the lottery.

Your hands find the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and trying to pull it off. Joaquin realizes what you're trying to do and pulls away, letting you rip it off him.

Once his bare, toned chest is exposed to the air, you go right back to kissing him, hands sprawled against his chest. Joaquin gently pushes you back down until your back hits the mattress, his own hands pulling up your own top. Now that you're just in your bra and pants, Joaquin gets the chance to pull back and take you in. His chest rises in deep and ragged breaths, lips parted.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, low and quiet.

A shaky breath leaves you, staring up at him while your hands land on his bare waist. "Thank you," is all you end up saying.

He smiles down at you gently, a hand of his landing on your shoulder, thumb picking at the strap of your bra. He presses his lips together, eyes following his motions before saying, "Are you... Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure," you say instantly, thumb rubbing his skin softly. "Are you?"

"I really am," he murmurs back with a grin, flicking his eyes down to your lips.

You chuckle breathlessly, hands going to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer while mumbling, "Come here."

When your lips attach to one another, he hums against them, thighs on either side of your hips as he settles on top of you. His hands continue to roam over your body. He starts off with your bare waist, up to your breasts, and down to your thighs. Without thinking, you lift your leg and bend your knee, naturally moving towards his touch, your foot settling onto the mattress.

He pulls away at that, glancing down quickly before muttering. "You still have your shoes on." He then pushes back up to sit up, grasping your heel and sliding it off.

All the while he's doing that, you laugh with a wide grin on your face. "Joaquin, you don't need to—"

"Shh," he hushes you, letting your foot fall flat onto the mattress as he takes hold of your other foot. "Let me do this."

You let him, still laughing softly as you struggle to sit up once again, watching him toss your shoe to the side. When he sits right in front of you again, his hand cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, his mouth moving slowly against yours.

A grin forms on your mouth, and your hands are grasping his shoulders as you make out with him. You two take your time this time, slow touches as your mouths move at a slow pace.

This is the kind of love you want, gentle love and not whatever the rushed shit is you hear about.

Your hands slowly drag down to the belt of his jeans, attempting to unbuckle it all while still kissing him. Once Joaquin feels your hands close enough to the bulge in his pants, he pulls back abruptly, huffing against your mouth. "Wait,"

You open your eyes and look into his. "Hmm?"

He finds your gaze. "Are you on birth control?"

Shit, you forgot about that. "No,"

"Fuck, okay," he mutters under his breath, looking away as if he's trying to solve that solution. "I—I can just pull out once the time comes, so I don't actually come inside you," he awkwardly chuckles.

As he rambles on, you try to find another solution to this. Because yes, you want him inside you, preferably now. And you would rather not have a pregnancy scare from the two of you doing it.

But then you remember what's in your bag, and your eyes widen in relief.

"I have condoms with me," you say, cutting him off, finding his eyes.

He grows quiet, his lips parting with huffs of air leaving you. Then he grins. "Actually?"

You nod. "Yeah, Yelena made me take them."

He barks out a laugh, tipping his head back. "It's like she predicted this would happen."

That makes you chuckle, nodding. "Yeah, I guess."

Both of your gazes connect, soft and timid smiles on both of your faces. The excitement is already showing on your faces, eyes glinting in the soft lighting of the room. "So, I guess we are doing this?" Joaquin asks shyly.

"I guess so," is all you say.

He grins, eyes falling to the waistband of your pants, hands tracing the edges of them. He meets your eyes as if asking for permission, and when you bob your head, he murmurs, "Lift your hips," while glancing back down.

You obey his words, raising them up in the air as he pulls the pants down your legs. Now you're just in your undergarments, both having matching colours. Joaquin's eyes trail down your body, fingers delicately feeling the skin as his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. "Wow,"

The soft grin on your face can't be helped. "Is all you're thinking right now?"

"No, of course not," he shakes his head, staring down at you. "You must know me at this point to know that I have really dirty thoughts when it comes down to this."

You huff out a laugh, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you do." A hand of yours reaches out to grab his, pulling him down. He laughs as well, hands landing on each side of his head. In no time, the two of you are making out again, this time more determined and needy, and it's not long until his lips leave yours and trail down your body. Skimming your neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, all the way down until he reaches your hips.

You watch him this whole time, breath hitching with each kiss. "What are you doing?"

"I was gonna eat you out," he murmurs against your skin, lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Are you okay with that?"

His words make your breathing stop completely for a second. Even the thought of his head between your legs, making you see stars just from his mouth, makes you wetter than you can admit.

"Go ahead," you murmur breathlessly.

Joaquin grins below you, nodding once before his hands grab hold of the hems of the panties. He draws them down slowly, glancing up at you every few seconds to see if you're okay. And once he sees that you're perfectly fine, he spreads your legs wide and flicks his tongue out against your folds.

The reaction is immediate, a gasp eliciting from you as your fingers curl into the blankets. When his tongue swirls around your clit, your hand then shoots out to his hair, gripping at the strands with a whimper, leaving you.

"Holy shit—" you manage to say, a soft moan following along.

You can feel his grin against your pussy, lips wrapping around the bud and sucking on it. Jesus, who knew that Joaquin could be this good?

Moans and whimpers continue to come out, every single move of his mouth and tongue leaving you breathless. Every once in a while, the feeling of his teeth scraping against your folds makes you shiver, head tilting back with your eyes fluttering shut. The hand on his head pulls him closer, and he moans at that, working on you harder with his tongue.

It doesn't take long for you to feel that twisting feeling in your stomach, and it only gets tighter once he starts to add his fingers into the mix. Starting off by rubbing your folds with the pads of them, then thrusting them inside you until you're about to combust. He adds one, then one more, and then another.

"Fuck, Joaquin—" you gasp, gripping his hair tighter for support.

"You close?" he murmurs, hot breath against your pussy.

All you can do is nod, not being able to form any more words.

"You can come, baby. I can handle it." At that, he continues to use his mouth on you, sucking on your clit once more, as his fingers thrust faster than before.

When your orgasm hits, you gasp, a final moan coming out as your eyes squeeze shut. Your back arches off the bed, pushing his head closer as you pant for air.

Joaquin pulls away after a minute, your hand slipping off his head. He wipes the essence of you off his mouth, licking his lips before crawling up onto the mattress on top of you.

His thumb brushes against your cheek gently, making your eyes flicker open. The first thing you see is his warm smile as he says, "Are you okay?"

You nod weakly, catching your breath. "Yeah,"

"That's good," he murmurs, stroking your cheekbone. "You good to continue?"

"Oh, yeah," you say with a grin.

He chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away. "Where did you say the condoms were?"

Your eyes point over to wherever your bag is on the floor. "In my purse,"

He nods, jumping off you and sliding off the bed. He retrieves the bag from the floor and zips it open. "Jesus Christ, how many did Yelena give you?" He asks with a wicked grin, glancing back at you.

Sitting up on the bed, you shrug your shoulders. "Too many,"

"Well, it's enough to last the whole night." His hand reaches into the bag, revealing a small foil packet. Crawling back onto the bed, he places the wrapper beside you, unbuckling his jeans before pushing them off, his boxers following.

You can't help but ogle him, eyes stuck to his cock springing out. Sucking a breath in, you press your lips together and swallow thickly. "Jesus, you're big." You murmur with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah," he admits, chuckling with you. "You think you can handle it?"

Your eyes find his, and a grin plasters on your face. "I hope."

"Me too." Slowly, he pins you back onto the bed, grinning down at you. "How do you want to do this?"

With a shrug of your shoulders, you reply, "I don't really care."

He nods. "Okay, just let me know if you need anything, alright?"

"I will," you murmur breathlessly.

He gives you a quick smile before reaching back for the condom. Ripping the foil open, he takes it out and rolls it down onto his shaft, a sigh leaving him. When he falls back on top of you, your legs spread instantly, a hand of his lifting them higher. His eyes find yours. "You okay to start?"

"Mhm," you hum, nodding up at him.

He looks down, hand grasping his dick as he guides himself to your entrance. He slips himself in, and you gasp at the feeling. As he pushes in, your hand grasps his shoulder, face contorting into pleasure as you look up at him. Once he's fully inside, he groans, finding your gaze as he pants. "You okay?"

The only thing you can do is nod, trying to control your breathing. You feel full, way too full, but it feels too good for him to pull himself out.

A moment later, he thrusts out and pushes himself back in, a whimper stretching out of your throat. Your arms wrap around his back, nails digging into his skin lightly. He makes the pace slow, hips barely moving as he presses his lips together.

All you can do is stare at him as whimpers and moans leave you\, legs resting around his hips. "Shit—" you utter, head falling against the mattress.

He catches your curse, and he lifts his head. "Is that good?"

You nod jerkily. "So good,"

He hums with a smile, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. "Do you want me to go faster?"

"That would be great, yeah."

He chuckles against your skin, resting his forehead on your shoulder before he picks up the pace, and you moan into his ear. The sounds you are making in Joaquin's ear are causing him to go insane, groaning against your skin as he pushes into you faster.

"Oh—okay, that's way better." You moan, squeezing your eyes shut. Nails dig deeper into his skin, making Joaquin wince slightly, but he ignores it for now.

"Yeah?" he grunts.

"Uh huh,"

He keeps the pace the same most of the time, pressing kisses up and down your skin every once in a while. When he reaches your lips, you melt into it, moaning into his mouth as he hits the same spot you crave to feel every time.

Tongues tangle together, and when you feel the sudden snap of his hips, you moan loudly into his mouth. Pulling away, you stare up at him, a grin forming on his face.

"How does that feel?" he murmurs, voice low and breathless as he continues to push into you.

A moan comes out, jaw slack as you pull him closer. You don't think you can say anything at the moment, not when he's filling you up with every single thrust.

He chuckles, the rumble low. "It's alright, baby," he presses his forehead to yours. "I got you."

The speed becomes too much as his thrusts grow more quickly, the more your body coils in pleasure. Moans grow louder, face contorts into pleasure, and everything feels like too much but too good at the same time.

"Joaquin, I can't—shit—" is all you can say.

At that, he picks up the pace one last time, and you practically explode into pleasure as your moans echo off the walls. You clench around him as you come, eyes squeezed shut as your head is thrown back, hair messy.

He spills into you a second later, hips freezing as he slams into you one more time. "Fuck!" He curses, panting.

Nothing happens for a moment, only the sounds of soft whimpers and gasps filling the air. The slick sweat now hits your skin, eyes fluttering shut as you try to catch your breath.

But the feeling of a light pat against your cheek gets your eyes to open. "Hey, you still with me?" Joaquin murmurs.

The grin on your face can't be held in. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

"Okay," he murmurs with a chuckle, still settled inside you. "Do you think you're still good for another?"

"Joaquin, you just killed me. Give me at least ten minutes."

"Alright, fine," he laughs at that, slowly pulling out with a soft groan.

You sigh when you feel empty, and you curl onto your side. Joaquin lies down beside you, a hand wrapping around your waist. His gentle touch is definitely what you need right now after all of that. Not that you're complaining about the sex, that was amazing. "How do you feel?" he asks, worry etching into his voice, afraid he went too far.

"Amazing," you whisper.

He sighs. "Good," leaning forward, his lips pressing to your forehead. "How about you have a quick nap before we go at it again?"

You chuckle tiredly, nodding as you snuggle closer to him, head resting on his chest. His arms slither further around you, palm rubbing your back soothingly.

But he didn't wake you up. He lets you rest as he keeps you close to him.

When you stir in bed the next morning, you expect Joaquin to still be in bed, but when your hand reaches out for him, you don't feel him.

Opening your eyes, you glance around the room. The curtains are drawn shut, the lamp beside the bed switched on, and you can see a few of your clothes scattered on the floor. The blankets are covering you, so he must have placed them while you were sleeping.

You glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand, the time reading 7:03 A.M. A breath of air draws out of you, and the front door creaks open. Snapping your head toward the sound, you sit up and find Joaquin walking in with two cups of coffee.

He lifts his head right as he slips his shoes off, smiling. "Hey, how did you sleep?"

Your eyes follow him as he walks over. "Good," you say at first, then continue with, "I thought you were gonna wake me up."

He shakes his head. "No, I can tell you needed the rest."

"After you railed me?"

"That, and I could also tell you were exhausted from whatever missions you were going on."

Your heart melts as he walks towards you, handing you a cup that you willingly take. It's warm in your palm, and when you take a sip of it, you smile. "You remember how I get my coffee,"

"Of course I do." The mattress sinks down as he sits beside you. "How are you feeling now?" he asks before taking a sip of his own drink.

"Better, legs kind of hurt, though." You point your gaze straight at him.

His eyebrows rise. "Really?" he asks sarcastically.

"Yup," sipping on your coffee, you say, "I wonder how that happened."

He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. Then a ring cuts through the room, and you two glance over to the noise and realize someone is calling Joaquin. "One sec," he gets off the bed and walks over to the dresser, picking up the phone and freezing once he flips the screen on. "Shit,"

Your eyebrows furrow. "What?"

He glances over at you. "It's Sam."

That's when your eyes bulge out. "Oh, fuck."

"Should I answer it?" he panics.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay quiet."

"Okay, okay," he glances down at the phone, swipes the screen to answer the call. He then presses the speakerphone button, eyes flickering your way as he says, "Hello?"

"Hey, Joaquin. How are you doing?" 'Sam's solemn voice is heard through the phone.

"Good," he starts, taking in a breath of air. "I just got back to the hotel."

"Were you out for a run again?"

"Kind of, and I went to get myself a coffee." He glances your way again, right as you savour your own drink.

"That's nice." he says. "And I'm guessing you got Y/N a coffee, too?"

You both freeze at that, eyes finding each other in shock. "I—I'm sorry?"

"You heard me."

"Shit—" he curses under his breath, a hand running down his face. "How did you know?"

"Bucky told me."

"Wait, Bucky actually spoke to you?" You ask, leaning forward as your eyes widen.

"He did, and don't worry, I'm shocked, too." He chuckles, a sigh coming from the other end. "But yeah. You could have told me you were going to New York for her."

"But would you have let me go?" Joaquin asks, turning away.

The call grows quiet, and the grin on your face perks up. "Anyway," Sam pauses. "I should probably let you go. I have a lot of work to get started on."

Joaquin sighs. "Yeah, you go do that." He doesn't bother letting Sam reply as he ends the call, placing the phone back on the dresser as he leans into it, hands on his face. "What the fuck."

"How the hell did Bucky tell him?" You ask right away.

"I—I don't know!" he shrugs his shoulders. "You told Bucky you were gonna hang out with me, right?"

You nod hesitantly. "Yeah, but he had Sam blocked."

"Well, he must have unblocked him just for this."

"Jesus Christ." You grumble, running a hand through your tangled hair. "I can't believe he actually unblocked him."

"Do you even know the lore behind those two?" Joaquin suddenly asks, walking back toward you.

Twisting your head in his direction, you murmur back, "Not really."

It's quiet for a second, the blaring roads from outside creeping in. "Do you wanna know about it?" He asks with a grin.

Your eyes brighten, your smile matching his. "Fuck yeah."

And for the rest of the morning, you two just stay in bed, sipping on your coffee, and talk about the downfall of Sam and Bucky's friendship like it's high school gossip.

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[belovafics]

for the mission - yelena belova x reader

summary: you and yelena get paired for a mission, a mission valentina says that you guys are dating. both of you are disgusted by the idea, but a kiss to hide you guys in plain sight changes that thought instantly.

content warnings: 2.6k, wlw, new avengers!reader, complicated feelings, fake dating, kissing, grinding, alcohol consumption

a/n: lowkey don’t know if i like this or not, but its okay bc its yelena. also got a bit of inspo from a john walker fic but idk who its by ☹️

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"Alright," Valentina takes the tablet from Mel's hand as she stares down at what words are on the screen, occasionally glancing up at you and Yelena, who are sitting down at the wide meeting room table. "There's a nearby club down the street that basically has an undercover laboratory."

Yelena glances over at you, arms crossed and legs spread under the table. "And I'm guessing you want both of us to go there and destroy it?"

"Not just that," she hands the tablet back in Mel's direction, who takes it without a word. Then Val turns back to you. "I want you both to be a couple."

That makes your eyes bulge out. "What?"

You and Yelena were never really the ones to speak to each other, only saying words when needed for missions. It's not that you hate each other or are enemies. Sure, you both had gotten into arguments before, but they were quickly cooled down once the problem was resolved.

Yet, there is some sort of tension stuck between the two of you.

And no, it's not that kind of tension.

You and Yelena are just civil when the team needs you, and other than that, no words are said.

"Not an actual couple, silly." She grins, sickening. "Just for this mission, then you can go back to whatever you were before."

Your eyes find Yelena, hers as wide as yours. The shock on her face mirrors your thought, obviously not expecting to be voluntold to date you out of anyone on the team.

To be honest, she wouldn't have minded someone she actually knew well enough to go on this mission. But having to go in with you, the newest member of the New Avengers as of two weeks ago, is not what she wanted since she doesn't know your skills as much.

"Today, we just want you to observe what's inside the lab without being seen. Then, I'll get Bucky and John to go in, collect the evidence and destroy it on a different mission." She continues.

Yelena crinkles her eyebrows. "Why can't we go in and destroy it today?"

"Because Y/N is still in her training missions. Also," her gaze finds yours. "This is your last one."

All you do is nod, no words being spoken.

"I want one of you to take photos of what's there and what we have to watch out for because I have no knowledge of what surveillance and security is inside." She continues staring at both of you. "You will leave tonight, so dress up as if you're willingly going to a club."

It doesn't take long for her and Mel to walk out, the sliding doors closing behind her. Once it's just the two of you, Yelena speaks, "Do you think this is a good idea?"

"Not really." You mutter, sparing her a glance. "But it's clever, I guess."

"You guess?" She twists her head your way. "This is a club, with people grinding against other people's sweat!"

"That doesn't change the fact that there's a lab down there." You shrug your shoulders, finding her eyes. “Plus, it would be smart if we act as a couple in a literal club, even though I’d rather not.”

She huffs out a harsh breath, looking away and pressing her fingers into her temple, massaging them in tiny circles. She then whips her hand down to her lap while saying. "Well, if we're gonna do this, we're doing it right with no mess-ups, alright?" The thickness of her accent makes her more strict.

You nod curtly. "Alright." A smile gives way on your face.

She returns your smile with a tight one, disappearing as soon as it arrives. Then, she stood up from the chair with a groan, wiping her palms against her pants. "I'm gonna go get ready," she says with a glance your way. "And you should, too."

And that you do.

By the time you're ready to leave, you're already fixing your eyelashes in the bathroom mirror. You take a step back once you're done, taking yourself in. Leather tight pants wrap around your legs like it's suctioning you in, and a black top to match the look. The makeup is bold as well, a dark shade of red smudged on your lips perfectly, with your eyeliner and mascara making your eyes pop out.

You snatch the purse from the bathroom countertop and hang it on your shoulder, tangling a hand through your hair as a knock rattles against your door. It's not even a second later before it swings right open.

"Jesus, I could have been changing, you know." Your head snaps in that direction, and your eyes find Yelena at the doorway.

She rolls her eyes with a light smirk on her face. "Are you done or what? We gotta go."

Yelena wears a light dress shirt tucked into the waistband of her contrasted jeans, a belt hooked around the loops of them. Instead of having her hair slicked back as usual, it's softened up. strands barely flow over her shoulders, her bangs sitting over her eyebrows.

With a huff of air, you walk your way over to her, heels clicking against the floorboards. “I’m sorry that I want to look the part.” You spare her a glance.

“Of what, my ‘girlfriend'?"

You shrug your shoulders. “Sure.”

At that, the two of you walk down the halls of the Watchtower, arms brushing against each other. You basically hold your breath, glancing Yelena’s way multiple times without getting caught.

“Now, don’t you two look wonderful?” Valentina strides over to you both, a wicked grin on her face.

Yelena stops in front of her, a blank stare on her face. You pause beside her, clutching the handle of her purse. “Thank you,” a smile flashes on your face, then disappears.

She chuckles, the sound low. Her hand fishes into her own bag, snatching two separate earpieces and holding her palm out. Yelena takes on, and you follow right after, gazing down at it.

“Before you enter the club, I want you to put this in-ear monitor so I can then communicate with you. You two can also talk to each other through them if you ever get separated.” She glances between you both. “Do you two have any weapons on you?”

Yelena bobs her head once. “I have a knife slipped inside my shoe.”

You glance over at her. “How did you do that?”

She finds your eyes. “There's a small compartment in the bottom of my shoe, and when I just do this"—she slides her foot down against the floor, then lifts it—"there's the knife.” Her fingers wrap around the handle of the blade.

You hum in acknowledgment. “That’s cool.”

“Do you have anything?” Val’s eyes point at you, and your eyes lock with hers.

“Oh, I have a shotgun in my purse.”

“In there?” Yelena asks, voice feigning confusion.

You nod, unzipping the bag and taking out the weapon. “There’s enough room in my bag for it to fit. It just doesn’t look like it.”

“Ah,” she hums, looking away.

You stuff the gun back into your purse, zipping it up as Val’s hand pats your shoulder, causing you to jump a bit. “Alright, let’s get going.”

The second you walk in, you can already feel the layers of sweat forming on you.

"Jesus," Yelena mutters beside you, hands stuffed in their jean pockets as her eyes squint from the flashing lights.

"I know," you reply, voice low. The pad of your finger lifts upward and presses into your earpiece. "We're here."

"Good," Val's voice fills your ears. "For now, just pretend you're normal people dancing, or go to the bar or something."

"Does that mean we can drink?" Yelena's eyes find you through the strobe lights.

Val grows quiet, then sighs. "Only one. I don't want you guys getting distracted or drunk during this mission."

A smirk finds its way onto her face. "Of course."

You lean forward, hushing your voice. "Are you not gonna listen to her?"

"Eh, she doesn't really care." Her shoulders rise and fall casually.

"I can still hear you." Val's voice bursts through the earpiece.

"I know."

Soon, you make it to the bar, relaxing on one of the stools as you ask for both yours and Yelena's drinks. With a quick glance over the surrounding area, all you really notice so far are the lights that could give someone a seizure and the grinding against other people. Your grimace, shaking your head as you look away, right as Yelena pops down onto the stool beside you.

"What did you get me?" She asks, elbow resting on the bar countertop.

You spare a glance her way. "I got us two vodka shots."

"Just two?"

"Val was the one who said that she doesn't want us getting drunk during this mission, and I actually want this to go well. So yes, you get just two."

Right as you stop speaking, small glasses are placed in front of us, and you basically see Yelena’s eyes light up. Both of you snatch a glass at the same time. From the corner of your eye, her shot glass reaches out. “Cheers,” she murmurs, voice softer than you expected.

Reluctantly, you clink your glass with hers, a shy smile on your face, before downing the drink. Your throat burns the moment the vodka goes down it, and you wince, placing the glass on the counter. “Holy shit—“

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” You can hear the grin in Yelena’s words, already taking the second shot in her hand.

Searching her eyes, a light smirk flashes on your face. “You really are an alcoholic.” You mutter jokingly.

She ignores you completely, already swallowing the vodka and slamming the glass down.

“Yelena, take your time.” You tell her, a chuckle escaping you.

“What? I never had a drink in a while.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to chug every single shot down your throat the moment you get the chance.”

“Eh, I’ll be okay.” Her accent seems to be thicker now. She flickers her eyes over to the dance floor, and it doesn’t take long for her to slide off the stool and attempt to drag you over in that direction. “Come on.”

“Jesus, at least let me finish my shots.” You chuckle, quickly ingesting the alcohol and lace your fingers together. Once the beating in your chest quickens—possibly from Yelena—you ignore it and stride over to the dance floor.

She finds an empty area near the corner, and her hands find your waist instantly, fingers gripping onto the skin. Hesitantly, your hands land on her shoulders, hips swaying the tiniest bit as if you’re both hypnotized by the music. “I thought you didn't wanna go dancing while you’re here.”

“It’s a club. Of course I’m gonna be dancing.” She murmurs, gazing into your eyes.

“That’s not what you said back at the Watchtower.”

She chuckles, the sound soft yet low. “There’s something called changing my mind. Plus, anything for the mission, you know?”

Right, the mission.

“Fair,” you say, glancing around your surroundings as music blasts into your ears, possibly blasting your eardrums. “Did you notice anything suspicious yet?”

She grows quiet, observing the room. “No, not yet.”

“Hmm.” Your gaze glues to the bartender who has served your drinks, eyeing him as if you’re trying to figure out his real identity.

The two of you keep dancing, hands gliding up and down to keep up with the act. Your breath stutters when her hands meet your hips, guiding them to sway a certain way. But you ignore it and lean right into her touch until your faces are an inch or two away. Her emerald green eyes melt into yours, cheeks shifting into a light red hue.

Then, with one glance over to the crowd, your eyes meet, and you say, “Kiss me.”

Her face shifts into shock and confusion. “What?”

You sigh. “We need to blend in somehow.”

“Aren’t we doing enough by basically grinding against each other?” She mutters quietly.

“Okay—“ you cut her off instantly. “Sure, I guess that’s fine, but wouldn’t it be better if we really acted like some horny couple? And like you said,” Pausing, your eyes flicker down to her plump lips before looking back up at her. “Anything for the mission, right?”

She only stares at you, lips parting as her body still moves to the beat of the music. Her grip on your hips tightens, chest heaving. One look at your lips says everything about what she wants.

And your thoughts are confirmed when she leans forward and smashes her lips to yours.

A groan escapes you, a hand digging into the strands of her hair as the other wraps around her. Yelena pulls you closer by the hips, grip toughening as her lips move against yours messily. It's basically all teeth and tongue, groans and whimpers, leaving the two of you.

Yelena stumbles on her feet, and thankfully, there's a wall behind her that she falls against instead of the floor. That doesn't stop both of you from continuing your make-out session, her hands digging into your hair, messing up your curls. But you didn't care, not one bit.

You only pull away once your throat is burning from the lack of oxygen in your lungs, but you don't hesitate to press kisses on her neck. A pleasurable sigh leaves Yelena, hand staying in your hair to keep you there.

"There's the lab," she breathes out, making you freeze against her throat. You pull back, staring into her eyes before glancing over her shoulder. And there it is, the lab with the door swinging closed.

You press your finger into the earpiece, facing Yelena again. But you don't place your gaze on her, looking at the wall she's against. "Val, we think we have found the lab."

She speaks a moment later. "Good, do you guys think you can get into it?"

"Yeah. If not, we can try something else," Yelena replies, out of breath.

"Alright, then get to it. I don't have all night."

A huff of air leaves her, hitting your mouth. Then, you reluctantly pull away, running a hand through your hair as Yelena pushes herself off the wall. She flattens out her dress shirt with her hands, occasionally glancing over at you before quickly looking away.

Your eyes are glued to her face, specifically the lipstick marks smudged on her lips. "Wait," you step forward, lifting a hand and wiping the stains off with your thumb. Yelena freezes up, gazing into your eyes with ragged breaths leaving you. Once you're done cleaning her up, you take a step back and let her go. "There,"

She continues to stare into your eyes, mouth parting. She suddenly shakes her head, walking past you as she mutters. "Let's go."

You watch her walk past the many people on the dance floor, but your eyes trail down her body, a shaky breath leaving you. Once you realize what you're doing, you focus on the task at hand and catch up to her.

Yeah, that moment isn't gonna leave your mind for a while.

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[belovafics]

taking requests for yelena belova, kate bishop, john walker, bob reynolds, and joaquin torres! please put in as may as you can because i am on a HIGH rn on writing for my baes

[belovafics]

what's the point? - joaquin torres x roommate!reader

summary: ever since joaquin has mentioned that he wanted to get out into the dating life again, a dark, twisted feeling seeps into your heart at the thought of him with another girl. that's when you realize you want to be the girl he's going out with.

content warnings: 5.0k, fem!reader, no use of y/n, angst, fluff, smut (making out, fingering), jealousy, reader is friends with the new avengers, small mention of reader being in the red room.

a/n: guys, i know i said that i wouldn't write smut, but i wanted to try it out just because i have nothing else to do and wanted to try something new… so enjoy my first ever attempt at writing smut ‼️

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The words 'I'm going on a date' that came out of Joaquin's mouth have been stuck in your head ever since he said them.

You aren't sure how to process that. Yeah, you're happy that he's putting himself out into the dating life again. But the way your heart twisted tightly in your chest had caught you off guard.

You don't even know why you're feeling this way about the situation. You have no romantic feelings toward Joaquin, and you certainly don't want him that way either. It's great that he's going out, yet you wonder why you're confused about how your body reacted to this mess.

"Where are you going tonight, looking all dressed up?" You tease, hands braced against the kitchen counter of your apartment.

He looks up from adjusting his watch and smiles. "I'm going on a date."

That is not what you expected him to say. Your eyebrows shot up, gut tightening. "Really?" You ask, unfamiliar with that feeling in your chest.

Joaquin nods, picking at the sleeves of his button-up. The dark green shirt contrasted with his light grey jeans with a belt wrapped around the hoops. His hair is slicked back with a few curls loose and covering his forehead. You can admit he is insanely attractive, but never out loud.

"Yeah, wanted to put myself out there, y'know?" He says shyly.

Despite that feeling throbbing in your chest, you say, "Quin, you're gonna do great."

His eyebrows pull together. "Why do you say that?"

"I can literally feel your nervousness from the kitchen." You say, gaze pointed at him in the living room.

He sighs, looking down as his hands drop to his sides. "I don't know. I mean, I haven't done this in a while, so I don't really know what I'm getting myself into."

"What you're getting yourself into is love, a possible girlfriend, and possibly a night of sex." You tell him, ignoring that twisted feeling that continues to seep into your chest for the tenth time tonight.

Your words cause him to chuckle, the sound light. He shakes his head, a smile curling on his face. "I don't know about the sex part," he murmurs, finding your gaze.

"You know what I mean." You wave your hand out of dismissal. "But anyway, you're gonna do great, and I believe in you."

He relaxes, shoulders dropping softly. "Thanks, I really needed that," he murmurs.

A soft grin forces its way on your face. "I know,"

And after he left, you stayed in the same place, trying to make sense of the fact that Joaquin is really putting himself out there now.

You had always seen him as the guy who flirted with everyone, yet never took any action. He would go up to girls at a bar, flirt, and then leave like it's nothing. And you had always wondered how he was able to do that and be fine afterwards. Because if that were you, you would be flirting with someone to actually find a man of your own, not just flirting for fun.

Yet for the next week, he had been looking at his phone more often, a wider smile on his face, and was looking forward to each date he had.

And honestly, it has been hurting you.

And you haven't even realized it yet.

By the time he gets home, you're relaxed on the couch, immersed in the book in your hand, and a soft blanket draping over your legs—the same one that Joaquin got you for your birthday just because you said you liked it once.

His mind completely blanks out the moment he sees you, face softening into something he had never done on the date he was on earlier. He smiled tenderly, slipping his shoes off and placing them beside the shoe rack.

The sound of his entrance catches your ear, and you lift your head from the pages of your book, gaze finding him instantly. Forcing a smile onto your lips, you say, "Hey, how was the date?"

Right, the date.

"It was good," he says, walking over to where you're sitting. "We have another one planned for next Wednesday."

That feeling in your chest is back, but you push it down and say, "That's nice." You aren't sure what else to say, so you go back to reading, eyes trimming each word cemented on the pages.

He observes you for a moment, immediately noting how reserved you are. When Joaquin gets home, you always talk his ass off without fail. Sure, sometimes he needs silence, but it's comforting to know that you're always there when he gets home.

"Hey," he murmurs, sitting next to you. "Are you okay?"

You find his eyes—the chocolate brown ones that shine through the soft candlelight. "Huh?" You murmur cluelessly.

"Are you okay?" he repeats, voice softer than before.

The way he's looking at you melts your heart, but you ignore it and nod, looking away. "Yeah, just not feeling the best."

"Oh," he says, knowing right away something is off. "Do you wanna talk, maybe?"

Shaking your head, you mumble, "Not really, sorry."

"Hey, no. It's okay," he shakes his hands in front of you out of reassurance. "But if you ever need anything, you know I'm always down the hall."

That manages to smooth a smile onto your face. "Thanks, Quin."

Days after trying to survive the fact that Joaquin has been going on many dates, you find yourself outside the Watchtower. You definitely need a change of scenery for an hour or two, so your chest won't explode.

"What's up with you today?" Yelena asks the moment you walk into their penthouse.

Your gaze seeks Yelena and Ava, standing near the entrance of their kitchen. Yelena is wearing a simple pair of jogging pants along with a loose t-shirt hanging from her shoulders. Her hair appears to be in a slight state of disaster, as if she has just hauled herself out of bed. Meanwhile, Ava's oversized hoodie cradles her torso, a pair of shorts just peeking out from the hem.

Leaning against their island counter, you sigh. "I don't know."

"How do you not know?" Ava steps up beside Yelena, taking her fork and digging it into her bowl of macaroni and cheese.

Your shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. "I don't know, Ava. I've just been feeling weird for a few days."

At that, Yelena took a cautious step back, but not before snatching her fork back from Ava. "You're not sick, are you?"

"Oh, no. It's not that kind of weird." You quickly add, shaking your head and running a hand through your hair. "It's just... it feels like something is twisting in my chest."

The silence is inevitable, and the two girls glance over at each other with knowing looks. Ava then finds your gaze and asks, "Who is it?"

That catches your attention. "What?" You mutter in confusion.

"Who's the guy?" Yelena clarifies.

Your eyebrows furrow. "What guy?"

"You know, the guy who is making you feel this way."

"What the hell are you—" You pause, the realization of what they mean coming to mind. "Wait, you guys think I like someone?"

"I mean, yeah," Ava says, chewing on the macaroni and cheese with her own utensil. "It's either that, or you're having a heart attack. And it's obviously not that because you would've been in the hospital by now."

"Who's having a heart attack?" John appears behind you, and you swing your head in his direction.

"No one is having a heart attack."

"Okay, so what's happening?" He asks, sounding bored as he sits in the chair beside you.

"She likes someone," Yelena answers, pointing at me with the fork in her hand.

"I thought you said, 'I'm not a romantic person and probably will never date.'" He asks, voice cocky as he quotes my own words from months ago.

"And I still stand by those words." You retort, glaring right at him.

"Hah, girl, no." Yelena snorts, shaking her head. "Look, I may not be the one for that dumb romance shit. But I know the symptoms."

"The symptoms?" John spurts out. "Why are you saying it like it's a disease?"

"Well, I don't know what else to call it." She shrugs her shoulders, stuffing a forkful of macaroni and cheese into her mouth.

"Do you mean signs?" Ava asks, accent thick as she takes one last bite of Yelena's food.

"Yes, and stop eating my food." Yelena glares at her, causing Ava to roll her eyes and stride back to the fridge.

Throughout all that, you stay quiet, trying to comprehend what this means. Obviously, something is wrong, and it isn't medically induced. But there is no way you have feelings for someone, right?

"Okay, well," you start, finding Yelena's gaze. "What are these symptoms you know about?"

"I will definitely not be living that down," she mutters to herself, facing you. "There's the constant thought about them, wanting to be with them twenty-four-seven, prioritizing them, feeling safe around them." She went on, using her fork to summarize the points. "There's also jealousy if you're that extreme."

"Knowing her, she is that extreme," Ava mutters with a smirk.

"Okay, I am not—" You pause, Yelena's words hitting you differently than what you expected.

And that's when it all kicks in.

All the dates.

The burning feeling that's simmering in your chest after each mention of them.

The jealousy.

"Shit," is all you say.

"Uh oh," John mutters. Yelena and Ava eye you curiously.

How did you not notice it until now? The feeling was right in front of you this whole time. And you had to get Yelena—out of all people—to get you to realize it.

"Fuck," you curse again, head falling into your arms.

"Okay, she's having a crisis."

All you do is nod in your arms, a shaky breath huffing out of you against your sleeve.

Yelena knows exactly what you figured out. After growing up in the Red Room together, she understands you like the back of her hand without fail. Her eyebrows rise further up her forehead, a smirk plastered on her face. "Did you know who it is?"

You lift your face, yet still avoid their gazes. "It's Joaquin."

"What?" she blurts out, smirk faltering and eyes bulging. "Your roommate, Joaquin?"

"Oh, that's even worse than I thought," Ava mutters, grimacing. "If I had a crush on my roommate, I would die."

"Well, there is no way in hell I am dying over this." You grumble.

"Wait, isn't that the guy who worked for Bucky at some point?" John asks, voice stuck up in curiosity.

You turn your head. "No, Joaquin works for Sam, who used to partner up with Bucky."

"So I was right?" he asks.

"I don't fucking know! You think that's the most important thing I'm thinking of right now?"

He shrugs his shoulders casually, without a care in the world.

"Anyway," Yelena cuts in, eyes finding you. "Are you gonna do anything about your thing for Joaquin?"

You swallow your gut. "No, because as I speak, he's on a date."

"Since when did he date?" Ava blurts out—not rude, just questioning.

"That's the thing, I don't know." You reply, looking at the three of them. "One day, he dressed a bit fancier than usual, so I asked him where he was going, and then he just said he was going on a date."

"Huh," John murmurs. "I don't know the guy that well, but he seems like a douche."

"Okay, no offence, Walker, but you're more of a douche than him. Plus, you haven't even met him properly."

"I agree. Walker is an ass," Yelena says without hesitation. "Plus, you said Bucky knows him?" She asks, and you nod as an answer. "Okay, well then he probably isn't so bad."

"Yeah, he's like Bob but with more energy and charisma."

"Oh, then definitely less of a douche than Walker."

"Alright, I'm going." John pushes himself off his seat and strides off, feet padding down the hallway until he disappears out of sight.

The three of you hide your laughter, suppressing the smiles on your faces until he's gone. Once he has fully left, soft chuckles fill the air from you three until you calm down.

"Anyway, back to what we were talking about," Yelena shifts the topic. "Do you have any type of plan yet?"

Your shoulders rise and fall. "I don't know yet. I just figured this out, so I might wait a bit."

"Fair," She takes a final bite of her food. "Well, if anything happens, you better text me."

That releases a chuckle from you. “Okay, fine.”

The next few days seem normal, yet that feeling, oozing into your chest, has been saying otherwise.

Ever since Yelena, Ava, and John helped you with the realization of your thing for Joaquin, you noticed how he makes you feel different around him than other people. Whenever he offers to help with chores, whenever he cracks a joke that makes you laugh so hard you can’t breathe, whenever he’s there for you no matter the situation, and especially whenever he’s walking around the apartment with nothing but joggers on.

At first—before you knew all this—you thought this was just a normal friendly feeling whenever you’re around him. But you would have never thought this was a certain type of craving. You thought people were exaggerating about this stuff, but after recognizing it, you realized that they were right, and it was torturous, like they said.

You never had a chance to really learn about romantic feelings because of your time spent in the Red Room. They had you more focused on training to assassinate people, not this lovey-dovey bullshit. Yes, you knew about sex and had done it multiple times, but you had zero experience with going on dates, falling in love, or just having a partner in general.

So, even if Joaquin felt the same way about you despite the dates he went on, would he even willingly teach you the ends of romance?

Sitting comfortably on the couch, you scroll through your device with your knees tucked to your chest, chin resting on them. The screen brightens the dark living space, eyes becoming dry as your gaze is on the screen for too long.

Right as you're about to shut off your screen, an Instagram post catches your attention. Scrolling down to see the full thing, you read the bold text that headlines the post.

THE FALCON FINDS HIS TRUE LOVER?

Your heart sinks to your stomach, a ragged breath leaving your mouth. So... they're dating?

You swallow thickly, gaze glued to the photo of Joaquin staring at the girl sitting across from her like she's the most precious thing to her. Feeling the water glisten in your eyes, you blink them away as fast as you can, rubbing the tears that shed down your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie.

Soon enough, a ping comes from your phone, a notification from Yelena that reads, 'have you seen this yet?'

You don't bother opening the text, because you know exactly whats on the other side of it.

The phone shuts off, plunging the room into darkness, hiding your distress. You sniffle quietly as you can, not wanting Joaquin to find you crying because of his situation.

Quiet taps against the floor catch your ear, and you glance up to find Joaquin walking towards the front door. He snatches his coat from the hanger, slipping it over his body. He calls out your name, then continues with, "I'm leaving now."

Your eyes stay on his, lips trembling as you try to stop yourself from bursting into tears right in front of him. "Okay, have fun."

Once he hears your voice, his gaze finds you settled on the couch, and he smiles a moment later. He doesn't say another word; he opens the front door, eyes lingering on you for an extra second before walking out.

It doesn't take long for the tears to fall out, sobs pushing out uncontrollably while you wipe the streams away, making it impossible to catch your breath.

Now, you're in the kitchen, eggs sizzling in the frying pan as you cook yourself food. You're humming to distract yourself as music plays lowly in the background, bobbing your head to each beat. Joaquin left around two hours ago, and you don't expect him to be back anytime soon.

But when the door rattles with a knock following behind it, you twist your head towards the sound. Pausing the music, you turn off the stove and slide the pan from its previous place, feet padding against the floor. When you open the door, you have no clue who you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't Sam.

Eyes bulging, your lips part. "Sam?" You say out of shock.

He grins. "Now there's the girl I was looking for."

You don't remember the last time you saw him in person. From going on a mission to moving in with Joaquin, it has been over a year, you assume. He's basically wearing the same types of clothes he usually does, a plain green t-shirt with the coat he's owned for years, and basically wears every day of his life when not in the Captain America suit.

You step forward, a wide grin on your face as you embrace him tightly. "You should have told me you were stopping in."

"I texted Joaquin and hoped he was gonna tell you." He pulls away and steps into your apartment with ease. "Anyway, is he here?"

At the mention of him, a ragged breath leaves you, walking back to the kitchen. "Uh, no. He's on a date right now."

Sam's brows rise, following you and leaning his arms against the counter. "He's still going on those?"

"You know about them?" You ask, removing the eggs from the frying pan and setting them on a plate.

"Yeah, I mean, he says it's the only way to get over you, so." He says blindly, casually shrugging his shoulders.

His words make you pause, the pan freezing mid-air as you are about to place it down. Turning around to face him with wide eyes, you dismiss the flutters in your stomach and murmur, "What?"

That's when Sam realizes his mistake, cursing under his breath so lowly you can't hear it. "Well, might as well tell you." He stands up straight, hands bracing on the marble counter. "Joaquin likes you, and has liked you for a long time. And when I mean a long time, I mean love at first sight type of thing."

Love at first sight.

That was four years ago.

You and Joaquin met when you stumbled upon each other during one of your missions. It turns out you were hired to assassinate Sam by the Flag Smashers, not realizing how much of a good guy he really was. The Flag Smashers told you how Sam was hunting them down and trying to ruin what they had, but they didn't mention how horrible their intentions were.

There wasn't much to remember that day other than Sam and Joaquin convincing you to rightfully take their side after telling you the intentions of the Flag Smashers. The moment you heard they had the super-soldier serum in their hands, you knew you had to act against them.

And ever since then, you have been stuck with their team and haven't regretted your decision one bit.

At your silence, Sam continues. "You know, I remember when you first joined us. He was always talking about how cool you were, how pretty you were, and how skilled you were at literally everything."

While he speaks, you gently place the pan back on the stove and lean back against the counter. Your hands brace on the edge of the countertop, in a daze at how long he actually likes you.

"That was four years ago," you mutter to yourself, finding his gaze through the kitchen.

He nods. "Yeah, and it took you this long to find out?"

"You told me,"

"Because it's been four years!" He says with a smile and a chuckle.

That makes you chuckle as well, the sound breathless. "Yeah, well," You pause, glancing away and pressing your lips together. Finding his eyes again, you continue. "I figured out not too long ago that I like him, too."

Sam's face softens, nodding with a gentle smile. "Really?"

You nod once, not speaking another word. Right as you bob your head, the door swings open, and Joaquin walks in and freezes when he sees Sam and you in the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't get your text until a few minutes ago."

Sam waves his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it."

You keep your gaze on Joaquin, everything that Sam told you earlier hitting you like a million bricks. You force yourself to speak. "How come you're home early?"

He stiffens the tiniest bit when your gazes connect. “I uh… got stood up.”

“Oh,” that's all you say for a moment. “I’m sorry that happened.”

He shakes his head, slipping his shoes off at the doorstep. “Nah, it’s fine. Wasn’t really looking forward to it, anyway.”

Sam then turns his head in your direction, finding your gaze that practically says, 'I told you so.'

You ignore him and return your focus to Joaquin. "Really?"

He nods, shrugging off his coat. "Yeah, she wasn't my type."

"So why go on it?" You find yourself asking.

He manages to hear his words, head turning to meet your eyes. You can see the shock in his eyes from your words, his pupils dilating. He glances over at Sam, who is already staring at him with a knowing look.

They stare at each other as if they were communicating in their minds, and you can see the subtle panic in Joaquin's eyes that he tries to hide. Meanwhile, Sam is enjoying his suffering like this. He knew you had to find out someday, but Joaquin never thought today would be the day.

"Anyway," Sam pushes himself off the counter. "I have to go now because I forgot I also have to visit Isaiah."

That makes Joaquin furrow his brows, watching as Sam stomps his way to the exit. "Wait, what? You just got here."

He catches Joaquin's eyes with a knowing grin on his face. "I know." He then pats his shoulder and leans closer to whisper something in his ear. You don't catch what he says, but it makes Joaquin's eyes widen and stare at him once he pulls away and walks out.

The door closes beside him, gaze glued to the wood as his lips part with each breath. Then, his eyes land on yours, realization and fear dancing in them.

"So," he places his coat on the rack, all while his gaze is on yours. "You know?"

Your eyes stay on his, hands still braced on the edge of the countertop. Then, you nod once while saying, "Yeah."

His lips part, a ragged breath coming out as he tucks his hands into his jeans. "Look," he starts, voice shaking with nerves. Joaquin takes a step closer, eyes staying on you. "I'm sorry. I don't know if this—me liking you—makes you uncomfortable. But I tried getting over you by going on these dates to... I don't know, distract myself from you."

"And I'm guessing that didn't work?" You manage to say.

He stares at you, now only a few feet away. "No," he says with a sigh. "I-if you want, we don't have to be friends anymore, and I can move out if you are uncomfortable."

You grow quiet at his words, the air in your lungs becoming limited with the way he immediately assumes you don't feel the same way. But you say, "Yeah, I think it's better if we don't be friends anymore." Your voice is quiet, feeling vulnerable as your hands cross over your chest. His reaction is priceless, face stretching into hurt and understanding at the same time. With his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted, it seems he actually believes you. Then you continue, "Because... I feel the same way."

It's obvious Joaquin is stunned by your words, blinking a few times and tilting his head. "Actually?"

You bob your head, a gentle grin tugging at your face. "Yeah."

He only stares at you, cheeks flushing a fresh hint of red. Within a few moments, he walks over to you and hugs you, hands wrapping around your waist gently. The feeling of his touch makes you melt, and your arms circle around his neck, forehead resting on his shoulder.

"God, we really should have said that sooner," he murmurs into your ear.

"Well, I only realized my liking for you a few days ago." You murmur right back.

He pulls away, hands still on you, and he gives you a shy grin. "Really?"

You nod, gazes connecting. "Yeah, but..." You give him a shrug of your shoulders, your own smile following along. "I think I always liked you, though."

His eyes soften, flicking down to your mouth and then back up. The feeling of his hand trailing up to cup your cheek makes butterflies stir in your stomach, and your own lips part. You lean into it, gazing into his eyes as the gentle quiet takes over.

Then, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

You instantly kiss him back, mouths moving against each other so slowly as if you're testing the waters. But once a moment passes, it becomes deeper, a hand of his tangling into your locks of hair while your own arms keep him pressed against your body.

His hot breath against your lips makes you shiver, and you arch up into him as the kiss becomes more heated. He presses you against the counter, eliciting a sound out of you. That makes him grin against your mouth, pulling away and beginning to litter kisses down your throat.

Your head tips back, a sigh of pleasure leaving you as your eyes stay closed. You can feel his hands trail down to your hips, pulling you against him. The moment you feel his noticeable bulge against your crotch, you tense up, breath hitching.

He chuckles lightly against your throat, continuing to press kisses on the column of your throat. "Feel good, doesn't it?" His words are low and breathy against your skin.

You nod, keeping a hand on the back of his head, fingers running through his curls. He lifts his head a second later, reconnecting your lips together. Your hands dig into the strands of his hair, tugging on them. He groans because of that, hands roaming your body as if he needs you.

And sure enough, he does, because when the tips of his fingers slip past the waistband of your pants, asking, "Is this okay?" against your lips, you shudder and nod without a word.

He grins against your mouth, fingers dipping deeper. Once his pads brush against you, a whimper, soft and sweet, escapes you. You curl your fingers into his hair more, panting against his mouth.

"Jesus," he murmurs, fingers moving past your folds. "Is this all for me?"

You mewl again at the touch, removing your lips from his as saliva draws from both of your mouths. Your forehead presses against his, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

He continues his movements, fingers brushing against your clit once in a while. A hand of his goes to the back of your thigh, lifting it up to give him more room. That leg wraps right around his hip, humming in pleasure as he continues to touch you so deliciously.

He doesn't bother giving you a warning when he slips a singular finger inside you, and your jaw drops as a breath, a quiet moan coming out, "Shit—" you manage to say, opening your eyes for just a second.

"You like that, baby?" he murmurs, a soft smirk pulling at his lips.

All you do is moan, pleasurable sounds escaping as the feeling of his finger inside you makes you lightheaded in the best way possible. Your hands fall around his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt. "Keep—" You're cut off by his finger curling inside you, making you shudder. "Keep doing that," you say breathlessly.

He only chuckles, thrusting his finger inside you ever so slowly, then adding a second finger a moment later. With that, the noises leaving you only become richer. Whimpers turning into the moans Joaquin has dreamed about for so long.

Your nails keep digging into his back, but he didn't wince once, only focusing on making sure you get the pleasure you deserve. "Holy fuck—" you moan again, head dropping to his shoulder while your body shudders with each thrust of his fingers.

As he works you with his digits, he starts to press soft kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin before coaxing it over with his tongue. Every touch brings you closer to the edge, squirming in his touch while your moans bounce off the walls of your kitchen.

He can tell you're about to explode, pressing his lips to your ear as he asks, "Are you close?"

All you can do is nod, your grip on him tight as ever. "Please, Joaquin—"

"It's okay," he murmurs against your ear, his fingers picking up the pace, making you cry out. "Come for me, I'm here."

His words—along with his fingers—are the things that make you do exactly that. You groan as you release around his digits, squeezing your eyes shut. Meanwhile, Joaquin holds you this whole time, removing his hand a moment later and wiping the juices off his fingers against his pants.

Once you have calmed down, he cups your face and lifts your head, meeting his gaze. "Are you okay?"

Your hazed eyes stare into his, and you nod. "Yeah," a smile creeps onto your face. "Fuck, that was really good."

He chuckles, the sound soft yet low. "I must have done a good job, then."

A breathy laugh springs out of you. "Oh, you really did."

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Hey!! I love your fics so much :')

Just wanted to let you know that your masterlist for superman fics isn't working for some reason? Whenever I click on it it just shows "no posts found"

hi! thank you so much!

i have also had that problem and have tried to fix it. i will try again to see if i can fix it again. thanks for letting me know!

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i’d love to read a fluffy hurt/comfort lois lane x reader fic! there’s not enough out there for my girl😩😩maybe one of them is going through it and the other takes care of her, with lots of fluff and cuddles ofc. you wrote her so well in your last fic i can’t wait to read more :)

doesnt feel like enough | lois lane x reader

summary: lois comes home in a gloomy mood because of work, and you are determined to make her feel better.

content warnings: 1.1k, gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort

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There are a few things you know about Lois Lane before and after you started dating.

One: She is obsessed with her coffee.

Two: She loves being a reporter and would kill to keep her job (her words, not yours.)

Three: She lets her stubbornness get in the way with everything.

But tonight, it was different.

By the time she arrives at your shared apartment, you’re already setting up for your weekly movie night. Bowls of popcorn and chocolate are on the table, with a glass of hot cocoa set beside them. A blanket drapes over the back of the couch, and a soft candle is lit on the end-table.

Her eyes are dull as she closes the door, slips off her shoes and hangs her coat on the rack. Letting her work bag slide off her arm, her steps carry herself further into the apartment.

When she finds you placing the glasses of hot cocoa on the coffee table, a tired smile curls on her face. This is exactly what she needs after the events of what happened at work today. A night to relax, to not think about anything, and to just be close to you.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Lois at the front door. You smile, facing her as you step toward her. "Hey," you say, voice soft. "How was work?"

At the mention of her job, her mood soured. "Not the best."

She can tell you were taken aback by her words. Usually when she comes home, she's in a great mood, saying how the work was amazing and inspiring from her co-workers. But now, she's barely smiling.

Your eyebrows furrow. "Did something happen today?"

The light shrug of her shoulders catches your attention. "I guess," she mumbles, avoiding your gaze.

You're not used to Lois being in a mood. Sure, she is stubborn most of the time, but she has never been open about being gloomy or sullen. Lois would always push it down and focus on the good stuff, but now, it seems that it's too much to store it away.

Taking her hand in yours, you drag her towards the couch in silence, gently tugging her down on the couch. She instantly melts into your touch, head resting on your shoulder, then her knees tuck into her chest. A deep sigh leaves her mouth, eyes fluttering shut for a slight moment.

“You wanna talk about it?” Your soothing voice echoes quietly throughout the living room. “Or do you wanna sit here and still watch a movie?”

She’s silent—not a word spoken, and she shifts closer to you, as if she’s scared that you’ll disappear. Her mouth opens and closes multiple times, trying to identify the words enclosed in her throat.

Yet within a few moments, she finds them. “I was given a load of work right as I went into work. Usually, I would think, 'This is great; I can keep myself busy.' But I kind of woke up in a bad mood this morning, so I was in no mood to do anything, even though it’s my job to handle that amount of paperwork.”

You remember what she was like this morning—barely chatty, kept to herself. You thought that she was still exhausted despite the amount of sleep she had gotten the night before. “I didn’t think you were in a bad mood.”

“Oh, but I was. I just hid it from you because I didn’t want you to worry.”

You sigh, glancing down at the crown of her head. “Lois, I always worry for you. You know this.”

That manages a smile to find its way to her face. It’s subtle, but still there. “I know,” she murmurs. “Anyway, after I finished all that, Perry came into the bullpen and lectured on trying harder. But I’m doing my best to finish all the overload of work he gave me and…” she trails off with an unsteady breath leaving her. “It still doesn’t feel like I’m doing enough.”

Silence takes over both of you, trying to process her words and what that means. You know her well enough that today has taken a toll on her, and it's rare enough for her to talk about it, knowing it wasn't the best day for her.

You shift on the couch to face her more, and that causes Lois to lift her head and meet your eyes. "I think," you start, hand tangling through her hair to soothe her. "Perry wants to have a reason to be mad at you and her co-workers, and he also wants you guys to do your best." Lois sighs at your words, melting into your touch as you keep speaking. "And I also think you try your best no matter how much pressure is on you, and I'm proud of you for not giving up."

A smile curls on her face. "You really think so?"

You nod. "Yeah, I have read some of your work."

She sits up fast, wide blue eyes staring at you in shock. "You read my work?"

"Well, what do you think that pile of newspapers on top of my dresser is for?"

"I thought you just left them there to rot after the delivery person gave it to us."

Shaking your head with a grin, you say, "Nope, I read all of your work. And let me tell you, each story is amazingly written."

She laughs, shifting closer to you, thigh pressed against yours. "You don't know a single thing about journalism."

"That doesn't mean I can't tell what is written well or not. Like, you used words I didn't even know existed." Your grin is wide and bright, leaning closer.

"And do you understand them now?" She asks, gazing into your eyes so tenderly, you thought you were gonna break.

"Yeah, because I searched them up, obviously." You shrug, grin still prominent.

She chuckles, the sound gentle and breathless. Her body leans back into yours, but not before pressing a kiss to your cheek, then resting her head back on your shoulder.

A hand of yours wraps around her waist, pulling her in. "So, are you still in the mood to watch a movie?"

She hums, thinking about it. "Only if I can pick."

With the roll of your eyes, you hand her the remote from the end table. "Fine, put on a good one."

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learning to love | clark kent x reader

chapter three

summary : clark kent is an english teacher at metropolis high school. reader is an art teacher at the same school. and after months of non-stop rumours from the students saying that you two are a couple, it actually comes true.

content warnings: 4.4k, fem!reader, modern au, teachers au, fluff, angst if you squint, annoying teenagers, suggestive, eventual implied smut, mentions of sexual and physical abuse, lex being a creep

a/n: GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR THE VERY LATE POST. i started school again and have been bombarded with assignments and tests. i also have maybe lost my motivation after losing half of my progress on this chapter... but i'm back now, so give me requests !!

masterlist | previous part

"I can't believe you actually admitted it." Lois squeals into the phone the moment you tell her about your thing for Clark.

You let out a sigh and nod. “Yeah, me too.” You mutter, sitting down on your couch.

You can basically hear Lois’s smile through the call. “So, what are you gonna do?” She starts. “Are you gonna say anything to him or just keep quiet?”

Your body relaxes more into the couch, and you put the call on speakerphone. “I don’t know.” Another huff of air leaves you. “I might just wait it out and see what happens.”

“You can do that,” Lois says, "or you can just ask him out."

You furrow your eyebrows. "Why would I do that when I don't even know if he likes me back?"

She scoffs over the phone once more. "Y/N, it's so obvious he feels the same. He saves you a spot at the table in the staff room, you are always the first person he goes to for anything, and just the way he looks at you makes me lovesick. Oh, and I heard he went around the staff and asked where your charger was because apparently you lost it?"

That seems about right. "Yeah, I was stressed while trying to find my charger, and he offered to find it for me." The memory makes you smile.

"Another thing on the list. He always helps you without you even asking."

You groan, throwing your head back. "Can you not keep making a list?"

"What? I thought you wanted to know if he felt the same as you do."

"Okay—I do, but I feel like I would get a heart attack if I find out now."

"You'll get a heart attack if you find out, anyway. You're good." She dismisses.

A shaky breath escapes your lips, gnawing on your bottom lip with your cheek before releasing it. "Also, have you seen my charger at all?"

"Nope. Sorry, girl."

"It's fine," you say, a hand running through your tousled hair. "I'll just look on Monday again."

Walking into the school on Monday morning leaves you drained.

But thankfully, Clark is here again.

"Y/N," he calls out to you the moment you enter the staff room.

Your eyes find his and smile. "Hey," you plop your bag onto the counter. "How was your weekend?"

His shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. "Boring, I was taking care of my cousin's dog."

"Is this the same dog that ripped your whole couch and had to replace it?"

"The same one."

You smile again, scrimmaging through your bag. "How do you have the patience?"

"Honestly, I have no clue." His hip is perched against the counter. "Also, I couldn't find your charger."

A sigh leaves your mouth. You forgot he had been doing that since you had bought a spare charger before arriving here. "That's okay, don't worry."

He shakes his head. "No, it isn't."

"I have a spare charger, Kent."

"Still,"

You can’t help but grin, crossing your arms together. "Thanks anyway."

"Anytime." He pushes himself off the counter and walks around it into the kitchen. Opening the door to the fridge, he stuffs his hand into his work bag and places a glass food container inside. "But just to be sure, which teachers were here on Friday?"

"Well," you start, walking towards him. "Lois and Jimmy were here, Perry left during third period, Cat was absent, and—" You pause, the realization hitting you like a rock. Dropping your hands to your side, you ask, "Is Lex here today?"

He turns his head in your direction, eyebrows crinkling in confusion. "Uh, yeah. I saw him this morning in the office—"

You don’t let him finish his sentence as you spin around and storm out of the staff room. Thankfully, there is no students left inside the building to see you just stomping down the hall like a maniac.

Once you enter the office, you spot Lex sitting at Cat's secretary's desk, and you don’t waste your time asking. "Did you take my charger, Lex?"

His eyes find yours across the desk. "I'm sorry?"

"Do you have my charger?"

The lips on his face curl up into a smirk, not the good kind at all. “Maybe,” he shrugged, leaning back against his office chair.

Rolling your eyes, you huff and cross your arms. “So, can I have it back?”

“Sure,” he says at first, resting his hands on the armrests. “If you go out on a date with me.”

At his words, your eyebrows shot up. You can’t believe the audacity he had with, for one, not giving up on trying to go out with you, and two, using that to get your charger back. It's just a charger, god dammit.

"Are you fucking serious?" You swear, voice spitting out venom.

He shrugged, not saying anything else.

The scoff that leaves your mouth can't be held in, muttering a fuck this and walking back out to the hall. By the time you're near the staff room again, Clark walks out and spots you. "What's wrong?" he asks, stepping closer and letting the door close behind him.

You stop before him. "Lex has my charger." You spat, glancing down the hall.

His eyebrows furrow. "What, why?" he says just as Lois exits the staff room. She freezes next to him, face crinkling in confusion.

"What happened?" She asks, gaze flickering between us.

"Lex, for some reason, has Y/N's charger."

“Uh, why?” Lois mutters. “He’s not even able to use it since it’s not compatible with his phone.”

“I don’t know, but he said he won't give it to me until I go on a date with him.” You tell them both.

Clark’s face expression darkened, eyes finding yours. “What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know why he would do that. Like Lois said, he’s not able to use it on his phone. Then, the number of times that I—wait, Clark, where are you going?”

By the time you stopped talking, he was already stalking down the hall, presumably to the office where Lex is. Lois, beside you, whistled, glancing over to you. “That's another thing on that list: does anything for you.”

A scoff tears from your throat. “Oh, my God.” You mutter, closing your eyes and letting a hand run down your face.

She chuckles. “It’s true.” Then, she asks, “Also, are you going down to Perry’s retirement party on Saturday?”

You nod, hands shoved into your pockets. “Yeah, I’m probably gonna have to get a ride with someone though.”

Lois hums, nodding. “Wow, and I wonder who has all the room in his car and is also passing your place.”

Your head snaps towards her. “No,”

She grins—wide and bright. “Oh, yeah.”

Right as you're about to respond, footsteps can be heard behind you, and you turn to face Clark with your charger in hand. His hand shot out, giving you the cord. "Here," he murmurs softly.

Your gaze meets his hand, and you take the cord from him, fingers brushing against his. Ignoring the feeling, you say, "Thanks, what did you say to him?"

He shakes his head, flashing a small smile. "Don't worry about it."

"Well, I kind of can't, since I know he's gonna do something now."

"Not after what I told him," he says, striding past me down to the staff room.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you glance over at Lois. She wiggles her eyebrows, and you suppress a chuckle.

"You have to ask him to take you," she tells you.

Finding her eyes, you say, "I'll just do it when I get home."

"Girl, he is literally in the room beside us. Ask him now."

A snort comes out of you. "I'm good."

The moment you enter your apartment, you hit the couch, back pressed against the cushions. Your bag leans against the armrest, sliding down gradually until its side hits the surface.

Usually, the students you taught were talkative and full of energy. Sometimes you can handle it, and sometimes you can’t.

Today, you couldn’t even handle it for longer than ten minutes.

You had pushed through it, though, and now you can actually relax and have the time you need. Since you decided to take a mental health day tomorrow, you get to have three days of no work instead of having time off on just the weekend.

Perry knows about your mental health days since he’s the principal. He knows that if you take a day off—in which you never do—you need a deserved break.

Speaking of Perry, you need to figure out how you’re gonna get to his retirement party.

And you also need to figure out if you're riding with Clark or not.

The thought of him makes your heart mush up in the most delicious way possible. Sure, you like him, but you can’t figure that out at all. For one, the rumours going around the students would make it weird. Two, it would be very unprofessional—to you, at least—to date your coworker while you’re both teachers.

Fishing your phone out of your jean pocket, you turn it on and open your chat log with Clark. There are many messages from both sides of you. Most of them are work-related, and some of them are actual conversations that got you opening up.

Your thumbs tap against the screen's keyboard, letters appearing as you write him a text.

from Y/N @ 4:39 PM - hey, you're going to perry's retirement party, right?

After sending that message along, you place your phone on your stomach and let your eyes trail up to the ceiling before eventually letting them close. He probably isn't gonna respond for a while since he mentioned having to grade some papers.

Taking a deep breath, you allow your body sink into the couch, until the feeling of a buzz hits you. Snatching your phone up, you open it and see a notification from Clark.

from CLARK @ 4:41 PM - Yeah! Why are you asking?

That didn't take long to respond.

Shuddering a light breath of air, you type him up another message, sending it a moment later.

from Y/N @ 4:41 PM - do you think you can pick me up on the way there?

from Y/N @ 4:41 PM - i don't have my car for then since it's gonna be in the garage

His reply came soon after.

from CLARK @ 4:42 PM - I can bring you down.

from CLARK @ 4:42 PM - Why will your car be in the garage?

from Y/N @ 4:42 PM - it's just in there for a tire change

from CLARK @ 4:42 PM - Oh, well, that's not too bad.

from CLARK @ 4:42 PM - Anyway, I'll be leaving around 5:30, so I'll pick you up around then!

A smile finds its way on your face, not even realizing that you're doing it as you send another message to him.

from Y/N @ 4:43 PM - okay, great!

from Y/N @ 4:43 PM - see you then

from CLARK @ 4:43 PM - You too :)

Shrugging on your dark jean jacket, you smooth it out with your hands as you stand in front of your bathroom mirror. A black fitted top wraps around your torso with your favourite pair of leather pants hugging your legs. Hanging from your shoulder is your purse, in which you're grasping with your hand. Your hair is also slightly curled at the bottom, strands swaying with each motion.

The time is around five-forty-two, and now you're just waiting for Clark to pick you up. He had texted you a while ago, saying On the way! So he must be close by now.

Right as you were stepping into your shoes, a buzzing noise comes from your purse, and you dip your hand into it to retrieve it. Opening the screen, the first thing you see is a notification from Clark.

from CLARK @ 5:43 PM - I'm outside

A sigh leaves you, tucking your phone back in your bag as you continue to slip into your shoes. Once that is done, you swing the door and walk out of your apartment and down the hall. When you make it outside, the cold breeze hits you, and you instantly spot his car.

Your steps are hurried as you make your way toward his vehicle. Once you're sitting in his passenger seat with the door closed, that's when you really take him in.

His curls are more defined than usual, with a few strands over his forehead. The glasses he's wearing are still the same, but that doesn't make you want to kiss him any less. What he's wearing is a simple white dress shirt with a pair of dress pants, and you can see the shine from the watch he's wearing on his wrist.

"Hey," He says, a soft smile on his face as he puts the car back to drive.

You mirror his smile, strapping on your seatbelt. "Hey," you say, voice gentler than usual. "How was your Saturday?" Right after you say that, you immediately regret it. Why the hell am I making small talk right now?

He nods, foot pressing on the gas pedal as the car starts to roll on the pavement. "It was good. I didn't have anything to grade, so I was free for the whole day." He glances over at you quickly. "What about you?"

"I had to grade some watercolour pieces from the twelfth graders. But other than that, I had nothing else."

"Hm," His eyes stay on the road. "I thought that class was working on something else."

Your eyebrows crinkle slightly. "Really?"

"Yeah, one of my students was talking about working with oil pastels."

"Oh, you're thinking of the second-year art class. The third year class is doing watercolour."

"Right, okay." He murmurs, turning onto the main road.

"Also, don't you have that dog at your place? I figured he would go nuts." You say, leaning back against the plush seat.

"No, my cousin took her back." He tells you.

"Oh, alright." You nod once, head tilting back against the headrest. "Why do you have that dog with you, anyway? I swear it's your dog at this point."

The smile on his face is tender. "She travels a lot from her job, and whenever she's not in the house, Krypto destroys the place."

"Ah," You nod, glancing over at him. "What does she do?"

"She's a reporter, so she has to travel a lot to get the information she needs."

"That's cool." You say. "Sorry if I'm talking a lot, by the way."

He shakes his head. "You're good."

"Are you sure? I feel like I'm speaking a lot more than—"

"It's okay," his deep yet soft voice interrupts you. "I like hearing you talk."

That catches you off guard, a hint of red hue flashing on your cheeks. Your gaze finds his face. "Really?" You ask, attempting to keep your voice steady.

He nods, curls bouncing slightly from his movement. "Mhm, I don't mind."

Keeping your gaze on his face, the redness on your skin deepens, unsteady breaths of air leaving your parted lips. You bob your head once in a nod, looking away. "Alright," your voice is slightly raspy.

Within a few moments, Clark pulls into Perry's driveway, a bunch of cars filling the area already. Once he puts the car in park, you both exit the car. You walk beside him, arm almost grazing his as you make it to the backyard where everyone is.

There are string lights wrapped around his wooden fence, along with a banner saying HAPPY RETIREMENT in bright gold letters. Lois is beside the lunch table with Jimmy, who is munching on the nachos. Both of them have a red cup in their hands, assuming that it's some sort of alcohol. You also notice a few of Perry's family members here, like his parents, along with his wife and son.

Lois spots you from across the lawn, and she grins, basically dragging Jimmy with her to you and Clark. "So, I see you went with Clark." She says when she gets to you, a sly smile still stitched on her face.

You sigh. "I had no other way to get her, so," You glance up at Clark next to her.

"Well, there are a bunch of drinks here." Jimmy points out, eyes guiding us to where the table is.

"Hm," Clark hums.

Throughout the night, you stay by Lois and Jimmy's side, while Clark is keeping to himself with Perry and his crowd of people. Once in a while, your eyes would trail over to him from across the lawn, and sometimes, you would catch him staring as well.

Like right now, you let your eyes find him, and yet again, he is staring at you like a hawk. But instead of looking away, he keeps his gaze on you. From far away, you can see how ragged his breaths are, his hand gripping onto the plastic cup in his hands.

His stare goes down low in your body, pressing your lips together as your breaths turn unsteady as well. It feels like you two are in a heated staring battle, waiting for one to cave in.

"Are you gonna keep eye-fucking him, or what?" Lois murmurs to you.

You snap your head toward her. "What?"

She chuckles. "Y/N, come on, this is so obvious that you two want each other. Like, look at him!" Her head nods in Clark's direction. "He's staring at you like he wants to eat you."

"Okay, please keep it down." Your voice is harsh, but hush.

"It's true." Her shoulders shrug.

Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and say, "And even if he wants to do that, he's gonna have to come to me first."

"Well, you're gonna be waiting for a long time, then."

A sigh comes out of your mouth, and you shake your head. "You know what—I need a break from everyone." At that, you walk past them to the back door, hearing Lois' chuckles from behind. Sliding the glass door open, you step into what seems to be the kitchen.

Theres a simple beige island counter with seats on one side of it. The cabinets are a creamy colour in contrast with the counters. Above the sink is a wide window with a view of the backyard and everyone outside. And again, your gaze finds Clark for the tenth time tonight.

After a moment of just ogling him, you look away, turning around and resting your back against the counter. You had to control your feelings for him. You have to be professional right now. You can't let yourself go too deep, especially since you are at Perry's retirement party of all places.

Eyes fluttering shut, you take in a few deep breaths to calm yourself, running a hand through your curled hair. You brace your hands on the edge of the counter behind you, trying to calm yourself down.

"Y/N?" A gentle voice echoes through the space.

Snapping your head to the noise, your eyes find Clark standing at the door. "Shit, hey." You say breathlessly.

His eyebrows crinkle in worry, placing his red cup on the counter. Taking a few steps closer, he asks, "You okay?"

Your head bobs in a nod. "Yeah, just needed a moment to myself."

"Ah," he looks out the window. "I can understand why. It's pretty noisy out there."

"Mhm," you hum, looking away.

From the corner of your eye, you see him turn his head back in your direction. "Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good.

"Okay," he says a moment later. "Well, if you need anything, I'll be outside, alright?" He takes small steps backwards, snatching his drink from the counter. Right as he is about to open the door, you push yourself off the counter and step toward him.

"Wait, Clark," you call out.

Clark pauses, body turning to face you again. "Yeah?" His voice is softer than usual.

Stopping a few feet from him, your mouth opens and closes, trying to find the right words. "Um, do you... remember the rumour that's going around the school?"

You can tell he is taken aback, blinking a few times. "About us?" he stammers.

You nod. "Yeah, uh," an unsteady breath of air leaves your mouth. "Do you—would you want that to come true?"

At your question, his lips part, and a red hue flashes on his cheeks. "Yeah," he breathes out, nodding at your words. "Would you want that?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you respond with, "Yeah."

Silence takes over both of you, ragged breaths of air filling the space. You are more nervous than you have ever been, with your heart rate at its peak.

You're not sure who moves first, but in a split second, your bodies press against each other, mouths hot against one another's.

Clark places his drink back on the counter before his hands are on you, gripping onto your hips as his lips collide with yours over and over. Meanwhile, your hand finds his hair, stretching a groan from his throat.

He then walks you backwards into the counter, all while making out with each other, and your breath hits as you feel the countertop dig into your back. Your hands then wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as your body arches into his.

A moment later, he pulls away, forehead pressing against yours as his hot breath hits your lips. Your eyes are still closed as you keep yourself close to him, licking your lips as you try to catch your breath. Once your eyes are open, you meet his blue eyes, and you shudder slightly.

The next words catch Clark in surprise. "Do you wanna continue this somewhere else?" Your voice is watery, breath coming out in brief spurts.

He nods instantly. "Yes, please." At that, he grabs your hand and drags you to the nearest bathroom, and once he finds it, you two continue where you started.

You were so glad your foundation matched the skin of your throat, because you desperately needed to cover the hickeys Clark gave you on Saturday.

After finishing your business with him that night, you had both decided to start dating, and only let your coworkers know. Because if your students found out about it, they would go insane.

Walking down the empty halls of the school, you sigh as you make your way to the art room, You've been in a better mood recently, and everyone has noticed so far. Your smile is more genuine, and your energy is just through the roof.

Stopping in front of the classroom door, you take your keys from your lanyard and slide it into the lock. But right as you were about to open it, a voice calls out to you from down the hall.

"Y/N! Just the person I was looking for."

You recognize that voice immediately. It's Lex.

Taking your key out of the lock, you turn to face him as he strides towards you. "Hey, what do you need?"

His smirk widens on his face, stopping in front of you. "I think you know what I need."

Yeah, you did. But you weren't giving it to him.

A tired huff of air leaves you. "Look, if this is about the date you want, you're not getting it. You're not my type." You say, trying not to sound frustrated.

"Oh, come on. I know you want me." He treads closer, feeling his body heat from how close he is to you.

"No, I don't think she does." Clark's voices echoes through the hall as he comes to stand behind him.

Lex turns around swiftly, staring straight at Clark. "And why is that?"

Right as you were about to speak up, Clark did it first. "Because she wants me, and she has me."

His eyebrows shot up. "Is that so?" he asks, glancing at you and then back at Clark.

You nod, stepping closer to Clark. “Yep,”

“Huh,” Lex then takes a step back, smoothing his jacket with his hands. “Well, if you excuse me, I have work to do.” At that, he backs away then walks off down the hall.

A sigh leaves you, pressing your side against Clark’s instinctively. “Took him long enough,”

He snorts, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know, and all it took is for you to say you’re taken.”

A laugh tears out of you, nodding. Pulling away, you say, “Yup, you could have literally said that we were dating before we even did.”

“But then it wouldnt be true.”

“Hm,” You hum, glancing down the hall. Going on your tip toes, you plant your lips on his in a quick peck. He smiles against your lips, breathing you in before you pulled away.

“You know, it would be great if we stayed home again today,” He mentions, staring down at you.

“I was at your house all weekend,”

“Still,” He shrugs, a wide grin on his face, displaying his dimples.

“Okay, well, even though it wouldn't have been great if we did that, we have to teach kids, so,” you pat his shoulder. “It’s required to be here.”

“Could have called in sick.” He says.

“Clark, no.” That makes you laugh. “I already used one of my sick days. Plus, no one would believe we are actually sick if we call out on the same day.”

He chuckles as well. “Worth a try.” His lips press against your forehead. “I have to go prep for first period. You still coming over?”

You smile with a nod. “Yeah,”

His smile softens. “Okay.” He steps back, hand grasping onto the strap of his work bag. “I’ll see you on break?”

“Mhm,” You hum gently.

“Alright, see you later!” At that, he flashes you a smile and walks off down to his classroom.

Your smile is glued to your face as you watch him disappear down the hall, a pleased sigh slipping out of you. You turn back around to face your door, but your eyes catch a student down the opposite hall. Their eyes are wide, with their lips parted from shock.

You mirror their expression. “Shit.”

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learning to love | clark kent x reader

chapter two

summary : clark kent is an english teacher at metropolis high school. reader is an art teacher at the same school. and after months of non-stop rumours from the students saying that you two are a couple, it actually comes true.

content warnings: 3.1k, modern au, teachers au, fluff, angst if you squint, annoying teenagers, suggestive, eventual implied smut, mentions of sexual and physical abuse, lex being a creep

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Once the day was over, your body walked on its own outside to your car behind the school. You were thankful that your house was only a five-minute drive away, so it wouldn't be long until you're taking your daily nap.

As you were about to open the door to your car, a voice called out towards you. When you turned to see who it was, Lex was already making his way to you.

“Well, shit.” You mutter to yourself, a shaky breath leaving you.

Lex strides over to you with his hands in his pants pockets, a smug smirk stretching on his face. You knew that look; everyone knew that if his face was smug and entitled, that meant he wanted something.

But you weren't going to give it to him.

"Hey, Y/N." He says, stopping in front of you.

A huff of air left your mouth. "Hey, Lex." You shove your keys into your pocket. "Did you need anything?"

His head shook, a smirk glued to his face. “Not really,” He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low and breathy tone—maybe even close to it being seductive. “But I do want an answer about our date.”

You froze, heart racing from your chest—not from warmth, though. From being uncomfortable. Ever since he became a substitute teacher at Metropolis High School, he takes every chance to ask you out. You hated it—hate that he doesn’t take the hint that you don’t want him at all. He’s not your type—physically, emotionally or mentally.

A sigh left your mouth, and you looked him in the eye. “Lex, I told you I don’t want to go out with you.”

Lex chuckled to himself, a single hand leaving his pocket. “I know,” His hand found your forearm, his grip tight enough to leave bruises. “And you also know that I don’t give up that easily.”

From the way his hand gripped you, a slight tinge of pain shot up your arm, wincing at the pain. “Jesus—let me go.” You told him, pushing his hand off you.

The moment you spoke, you spot Clark’s figure walk out of the school. His eyes found the both of you, the way Lex’s grip was tough enough to leave marks. Every single staff member at that school knew that Lex was trying to get in your pants, and everyone knew you didn't want him.

So he quickly made his way towards you with quick strides, his face determined to stop him. "Hey, Y/N!"

At the sound of his voice, your gaze found his through the parking lot. You immediately walked away from Lex and towards Clark, forcing a smile on your face. “Hey, what’s up?”

He looked back at Lex before his gaze settled on yours. “Perry just told me to come find you because he needs to speak with you for a moment.”

That was a lie. Perry had already left, but Lex didn’t have to know that. “Oh, alright then.” You mutter, walking towards the building with Clark following you behind.

After scanning your keycard on the door lock, you both walked into the building, and you immediately leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. Clark noticed your heavy breathing and immediately went over to you, a hand rubbing your arm. “You okay?” He asks, his voice soothing to your worries.

Your gaze found his as you nodded, pushing a slow breath out of you. “Yeah, thanks.” Your head leaned back against the wall. “God, when will he ever give up?” You mutter to yourself.

Clark's eyebrows furrow. “Did he ask you out again?” He asks, his voice low with discomfort. You nodded, and he scoffed in response. “How many times has it been now?”

“That was like the fifth time.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair. Your gaze went over to the door, glancing through the glass to see if Lex was still around. "Is he still there?" You ask Clark, your voice quiet and ragged.

His gaze followed yours, pursing his lips into a straight line as he tried to find Lex outside of the school. He shook his head, his thumb rubbing against the skin of your arm. "No, I don't see his car either."

A sigh of relief came out of you, nodding at his answer. “Okay,”

He looks back at you, noticing how the subtle fear was still creeping up in you. He took a step closer, hand still rubbing up and down your arm. “You sure you’re okay?” He asks again.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, giving him a tiny smile. “Thank you again.”

He gave his own smile to you, eyes softening under the light. “You’re welcome.”

Once he smiled, your gaze immediately traveled down to his dimples. You had always noticed them whenever he was grinning, but the way he was looking at you so gently, his smile delicate, and—you don't even know how to explain what those dimples do to you. It's like you want to poke them repeatedly until his face flushes a deep red.

You took the time to trace over his face, his piercing blue eyes being framed by his glasses, his black curly hair making him stand out in the best way. Everything about him made him look and act like an angel sent down from heaven.

By the time you were done with your thoughts, Clark cleared his throat, letting go of your arm and taking a step back. "Do you want me to walk you out to your car?" His voice was airy and comforting, wanting to make sure you were okay before going forward with anything.

His words force you out of your mind, and you connect your gazes with him again, with your eyebrows rising. "Hm?" You hum, ignoring the racing heart in your chest.

From your lack of response, he thought you had mistaken his question for something romantic, making him backtrack a bit. "I—I mean, just in case Lex is still out there, obviously."

There was a hint of a pink tint on his cheeks, as well as on the tips of his ears. You couldn't help but grin at how adorable he's seeming, nodding at his previous question. "Clark, I'm okay with that. Don't worry." You say, reassuring him.

He pauses, with his lips agape, as his gaze flicks between your own before nodding once to acknowledge what you said. He said, "Okay, yeah," before looking back outside from where he's standing, making sure Lex wasn't shown at all before looking back at you. "Are you okay to go now?"

You bob your head once with a nod, pushing yourself off the wall. "Yeah, I'm fine."

At your words, he mutters a soft okay before his hand finds the small of your back, leading you outside while he opens the doors for you. The feeling of his touch almost made you melt into it, but you stood yourself up straight and walked out, ignoring the fuzzy feeling forming within you.

You and Clark soon reached your car, and you looked around to confirm Lex wasn't nearby; he wasn't. His hand left your back, and the ghost of his touch was still present on you. Turning around to face him, you gave him a tiny smile. "Thank you again for earlier."

A sigh came out of him with a smile of his own. "No problem."

After a few seconds of just gazing at each other with heartwarming smiles, you opened the door of your car, getting into the driver's seat. The moment you turned the car on, there was a light knock on your window. You found Clark's gaze through the glass, and you smiled while sliding down the window.

"Can you text me when you get home?" He says once the window was fully down.

Your heart warmth at his question, at his caring personality. This is the Clark you were falling for, the Clark who makes sure that everything around him is in great care and doesn't hesitate to help people out.

Wait, did you just say you were falling for him?

No, that was impossible.

You shook that thought off with a nod to his question. "I will, don't worry."

A smile appeared on his face, as though a weight was removed from his shoulders. "Okay," he says, taking a step back a moment later.

The window to your car door slides back up until it is fully closed, and you give him a small wave before driving off, leaving him behind. Clark just stood there, watching as your car disappeared onto the main road. A breath of air left him, left with his thoughts that are spiraling about you.

He knew he liked you. He recognized the feeling on his first day working at the high school and just accepted the fact that this thing he has for you was real.

Yet he wasn't sure if it was real for you or not.

And that scared him.

from Y/N @ 3:12 PM - hey, just got home

from CLARK @ 3:13 PM - That's good!

from CLARK @ 3:13 PM - Did you make it home safe?

from Y/N @ 3:13 PM - yeah, had to get gas, which is why it took longer to text you

from Y/N @ 3:13 PM - sorry

from CLARK @ 3:14 PM - No, you're fine!

from CLARK @ 3:14 PM - Just happy you got home.

“The next time I see him, I’m gonna chop off his bald ass head and feed it to a seagull.” Is what Lois says the moment you tell her about the situation between you and Lex.

“You don’t think I wanna do that?” You say, taking a sip of your coffee as you lean back against the staff room's kitchen counter. “I have been dreaming of doing exactly that the moment he asked me out the second time.”

“You didn’t think about doing that the first time?” Jimmy chimes in, his eyes glued to his documents.

“Or when those rumors went around about he’s an abuser?” Steve adds, opening his lunch container at the table in front of you.

“Okay—well, I wanted to do that. But then I was really set on doing it.”

Lois scoffs and shakes her head. "You know, you can just report this to the district."

"And get backlash for speaking up from the district?" You let out your own scoff. "Hard pass."

"Yeah, but if a staff member speaks up about their experience with him, they might take it seriously." Steve stands up and walks over to where you all are standing in the kitchen.

It was obvious the situation between you and Lex a few days creeped you out. It creeped everyone out since those allegations seems to be surreal. You sigh, taking a sip of your coffee. "I don't know," you mutter into your cup.

The door to the staff room opens, and Clark walks in with his work bag and papers held in his hand. He places the thick stack on the counter and sighs. "Oh, my gosh." He huffs out, running a hand through his curly hair.

All of you turned your heads in his direction, your eyebrows furrowing. "Are you good, Kent?"

He nods, leaning his hip against the counter. "Yeah, I guess."

You glance over the others to see they have the same reaction as you. "I'm guessing something happened?" Lois asks carefully.

A sigh leaves Clark's mouth. "Yup, just some rumours going around again."

Your head lifts and connects gazes with his, eyes wide with recognition of what he said. There's no way he heard the same rumor as I did, right? You think to yourself, a huff of air escaping you.

"What rumors?" Steve asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Clark sighs and shakes his head. "Nothing important."

Your gaze stays on him, and by the way his cheeks flush a slight tint of red, you know it was the exact rumor of the both of you being a couple.

But you had to get somewhat of a confirmation.

"Weird question," you say, leaning back against the counter with your coffee in hand. "Does this mysterious rumor include me in it?"

His gaze finds yours, the flush being more prominent. "Well, yes." As he swallows, his Adam's apple goes up and down.

At his answer, you nod as you ignore the flutter in your stomach. "Then I know the exact rumor you're talking about. " You look away, taking a sip of your coffee.

All of their heads whip towards you. "How do you know?" Jimmy demands lightly, his hand clutching his documents.

You shrug my shoulders casually, as if it wasn't a big deal to you (spoiler, it was). "I heard it from one of my students." You say, attempting to keep your voice steady.

Everyone is intrigued now, smiles of interest stretched onto their faces, especially Jimmy's since his was exceptionally wide. "Do we get to know what it's about?"

You took a breath of air, pressing your lips together as you shook your head. "I don't think you wanna know," you mutter into your cup, and your gaze lifts to Clark from across the counter. "Right, Kent?"

His gaze finds yours through the kitchen, and he nods. "Yeah, yeah, sure." He stammers, looking down in his bag as he takes out his lunch container. You noticed how the tips of his ears are red again, and you hid your smile.

You can hear Lois scoff beside you. "Oh, come on! You at least tell us—"

"No," both you and Clark say at the same time.

Both Jimmy and Lois backs off at your and Clark's retorts, then Lois shakes her head. "Well, fine." She mutters into her coffee cup, and Jimmy looks back down at his documents with Steve observing the papers with him.

A huff of air leaves you, and you lean more against the counter behind you. You can't ignore how your heart pounds in your chest and how fast it's beating. God, why am I feeling like this? You can't be feeling this way, he's your coworker. It would be wrong.

You lock gazes with Clark once again, his lips slightly agape and cheeks flushes with red. And with the way he's looking at you right now. It's obvious that he's thinking of the same thing.

Yet, the both of you had no clue what to do about it.

Walking back into the staff room when it's past school hours seems silent and reserved. Usually you would enjoy the peace and quiet, but with your thoughts being plagued with Clark was not the best decision right now.

You had forgotten to unplug the charger from the wall when you left for last period, and now that you were here to get it back, you were happy that there was no one here to distract you.

That was until you heard Clark's voice from the entrance.

You freeze in the kitchen, hand hovering over the counter as Clark's voice fills the empty room. His voice was gentle as he rounded the corner to where you spotted him. He had his phone pressed against his ear, with the other has his bag hanging from his shoulder.

"Yeah, Ma. Krypto's still at my place." He mutters into the phone, smiling to himself. "No, I don't know how long he's staying. Kara's gone for a while."

You glanced over at him from across the room, the memories of that allegation between the both of you filling your mind. You push it away, pointing your gaze back to the kitchen outlet after a second to find your charger. But when you observed the room to seek it, it was not in sight.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you glance around the kitchen once more, and it couldn't be found. Weird. You swear it was in here last. Did someone take it? Did someone—

"Oh, shoot. Hey, Y/N." Clark's voice rings through your ear, and you turn around so fast you almost trip.

"Hey," You breathe out, a quick smile flashing on your face. "What are you still doing here?"

He shrugs his shoulder. "I left my lunch container in the fridge." He glances over at the refrigerator, yet his eyes find yours again. "What about you?"

You press your lips together for a second, glancing back at the empty outlet as you say, "I was looking for my charger, but it's not here." You whip your head back at him. "Would you know where it is?"

His mouth opens as his gaze goes to the outlet. "I—uh not sure." His stare finds yours. "Did you see if any of the staff took it?"

"I don't think they would. Because that charger is unique-looking and everyone knows it's mine." I say, and I lean back against the counter with a huff, running a hand through my hair.

Clark stands there, a hand clutching onto the strap of his bag with the other sliding his phone in his pocket. He takes a hesitant step toward you, a free hand coming to lie on your forearm. "It'll be fine," he says first, a light breath of air leaving him. "If you want, I can ask around to see if they have it."

You look up at him, and the first thing you notice is how sincere he sounds. The second thing you notice is how close he is to you. You can literally see every detail on his face—his eyelashes, his rosy cheeks, his dimples, even how soft his lips are. You nod, a soft smile on your face. "Yeah, that would be great."

His smile is bright as he nods. "Okay," he says smoothly. "I'll let you know if I find it or not."

You continue to gaze in his eyes, feeling lost in his stare until you realize what you were doing. "Thanks, Clark." You mumble so quietly, you thought he didn't hear you.

He clearly heard you with the way his cheeks became a bright color of pink from how you called him Clark. You never call him by his first name, referring to him only as Kent whenever he's around. He gives you a single nod, smiling so tenderly to where his dimples became more prominent than ever. "Anytime,"

And at that moment, that's when you understood you were developing feelings for him.

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learning to love | clark kent x reader

chapter one

summary : clark kent is an english teacher at metropolis high school. reader is an art teacher at the same school. and after months of non-stop rumours from the students saying that you two are a couple, it actually comes true.

content warnings: 2.7k, modern au, teachers au, fluff, angst if you squint, annoying teenagers, suggestive, eventual implied smut

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For the tenth time since the school year started, Clark had arrived late. And it’s only the third week of school.

He walked into the teachers lounge three minutes before the warning bell, and he had that time to prep for his class, drink his coffee before it gets cold, and actually get to his classroom on time—but that will never happen knowing how crowded the halls are.

“You’re late again, Kent?” Your voice came from the other side of the room, where you were sitting on the couch.

He jumped the slightest bit at the sound of your voice, turning to face you with an awkward smile. “Yeah, I—uh—dropped my coffee on the ground, then I had to go get another one.”

You gave him a gentle yet teasing smile. “At least you didn’t have to change your clothes like last time,” you point out, closing your laptop and stuffing it into your bag.

“Yeah,” he says with a soft chuckle, walking towards you. “What class do you have right now?”

“I have prep.” You found his gaze. “What about you?”

He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. “I have the tenth graders.”

You grimace. “Yikes,”

He nods. “Yup, can’t wait.”

“Do you think someone’s gonna spill their drink all over their work again?” You ask, recalling the memory from a week ago.

“Honestly, I hope not.” He took another sip of his coffee. “I would rather not lecture someone about that.”

“I have never seen you give someone a lecture before.”

“And I don’t want to do it for the first time.”

You laugh at that, a wide grin blooming on your face. The sound made Clark’s heart skip a beat, and he gave his own smile. You stood up from the couch and grabbed the handles of your bag. “Do you want me to walk with you to your class?”

His eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your prep time.”

“You wouldn’t. I have to go down to my class and grab some papers, anyway.”

Your reassurance calmed him down. “Well, then it would be great if you came along.”

Soon enough, you both were out in the hallways, walking down to Clark’s classroom. Students packed the hall, rushing to their first class while the warning bell rang through the building.

“What are you doing today in your class?”

“We’re going through essay samples for their upcoming test.” He says, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Your eyebrows scrunch up. “A test already?”

His shoulders shrugged. “It’s almost been a month, something has to happen.”

You nod. “True. I am an art teacher, so I can’t really say much about tests and all that.”

He snorts once. “Yeah.”

After about a minute, the both of you have made it to Clark’s classroom. Students filled every single desk, sitting in their chairs and pulling out their textbooks. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch?” He asks you, adjusting the strap of his bag.

You nodded, giving him a small wave as you took tiny steps backwards. “Yeah, see you later.” You say with a smile so soft, he thought he could implode.

But he pushed those feelings away and walked into his classroom, greeting his students with his charming smile and began pulling out his notes.

Your prep class was boring you to death.

You had finished creating slideshows on each art piece and how to articulate it, and you had each table set up with paintbrushes and paints with canvases as well. There was nothing left to do for the next half-an-hour.

Thankfully, you and Lois Lane had prep at the same time.

Lois had been working as a history teacher for as long as you did—around four years. You two were the only new staff members at Metropolis High School at the time, so you two quickly became friends the moment the opportunity came.

A knock came from your classroom door, and you looked up from your computer and found Lois peeping in through the doorway. A smile grew on your face. “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry,” she closed the door behind her, walking over to your desk. “I had to make sure everything on the slideshows I made was accurate.”

“Fair,” you shrugged, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “I literally have nothing else to do for preparation.”

“Me neither, and all I did was proofread shit.”

A soft chuckle escaped you. “That must have taken you all day.” You say sarcastically.

“Oh yeah,” a wide grin beamed on Lois’s face.

Another chuckle left your mouth, and you sighed. "Do you know what Steve is doing right now?"

She leaned her hip against the desk while her shoulders shrugged lightly. "Probably yelling at students about how to throw a basketball properly."

Steve Lombard has been the P.E. teacher for years, and everyone knows him for his casual yet strict teaching habits. One second, he can be all nice and playful with the students, but when class is in session, he turns so serious, you're possibly scared.

"That's accurate," You scrolled through social media on your phone, trying to find something that would interest you and make it pass the time. "What about Cat?" Your gaze found Lois'.

"Oh, she's not here."

Your eyebrows furrow. "What, why?"

"I think it's a family emergency." She says. "And before you ask who's filling in for her, Lex is."

You grimace at that. "Are you serious?"

She shakes her head reluctantly, a sigh of frustration leaving her. "Nope."

If someone gave an opinion of Lex Luthor, it wouldn't be the best. He's widely known at Metropolis High School as the villain towards some staff and most of the students after a shocking rumour about his abusive behaviour. Yet, the school district lets his actions slide through since he's a big donor to their foundation.

You groan, tossing your phone onto your desk. "How is he still able to work at this school?"

"He has money." Lois responses bluntly.

You snort. "Yeah, too much of it."

"Also, what about Clark?" Lois changes the subject.

Your heart stops at the mention of Clark, a ragged breath leaving your mouth. "I think he has those tenth graders right now."

Her eyebrows raise, noticing the shift in your mood. "Do You think that, or do you know that?"

You could tell she knew about what Clark was doing for his class today, so there was no point in lying to her any longer. "I know," you say, leaning back against your seat.

Lois sighed, giving you the look. "When are you just gonna admit that you like this guy?"

Your head snapped rapidly towards her. "I'm sorry?"

Her lips straightened. "You heard me."

"Lois, I don't like him that way." You retorted gently, sitting straighter up in your seat.

She scoffed. "Oh, come on. It's so obvious." She pushed herself off the desk and walked around it towards you. "Every time you're around him, you get so giddy, it even irritates Perry."

"I do not!" You retort, your cheeks flushing.

"Yes, you do!" A laugh came out of her as she spoke. "It's like you're a completely different person when you're around him. You're happier, more interested in activities and all that shit. Like—ever since he started working here," She paused, running a hand through her hair. "You have become the greatest version of yourself."

Your expression softens, realizing she had caught up with you. You weren't even sure what you were feeling yourself. You haven't seen Clark as anything other than your co-worker and friend. So, for Lois to say something like this has given you a brand new perspective.

"I—uh—" You stammer, looking away from Lois as you try to explain with sputtering words. "I wouldn't say I like him."

She scoffed yet again. "Oh, my God."

"What now?" You threw your hands in the air.

"You always say that!" She paced in front of you. "That has been the same excuse for every guy, every date and every single hookup you have had since I met you.”

“Yes, but I seriously don’t like him that way.” You tell her, giving her a settled glare. “Plus, if it were, I would have told you already.”

She nods. “True, but that doesn’t change the fact you act like that around him.”

You were honestly getting fed up with her and her opinion about your so-called crush on your co-worker. “I’m done talking about this.”

“Of course you are,” Lois mutters under her breath.

“How about we talk the guy you were seeing?”

She groans, a hand running down her face. “I don’t even want to,”

Your frustration fades into remorse, leaning back in your chair with a sigh leaving you. “Did something happen?”

She glances over at me, her eyes shining with hesitancy before she says, “He has a girlfriend.”

"Oh," you blurt out in disgust. "And how did you find out?"

"I was grocery shopping, and I saw him, so I walked up to him. And after a few minutes of us talking, his girlfriend came up beside him."

It was obvious Lois was upset. She has been looking for so long for the right person, and every time it backfires. “I’m sorry, Lois.”

She shakes her head, a gentle smile on her face, but you can tell she was faking it. “It’s fine,” she says. “I’ll just—“

A knock on the door cut Lois off, and both of your gazes snapped to the sound. It was one of your students, Amelia, whose smile was shy and tentative.

“Hey, Ms. L/N.” She said, taking a few steps into the classroom. “I have your class next period, and I was wondering if it would be alright if I could work on my ceiling tile?”

Your smile widened, nodding at her words. “Yeah, of course!” You stood up from your chair, walking towards the cupboards. “Do you remember what paints you used?”

Amelia nods behind you, striding towards the cupboards the half-painted ceiling tile leaned against the wall. “Yeah, I should have put it in the cupboard you just opened.”

As you were getting the paints for your student, you heard Lois’s heels click on the floor, along with her voice. “Well, I’m gonna head back now.”

Your head turned towards her for a millisecond before focusing your gaze on the paints. “Alright, see you later.”

The first bite you took of your salad was literal heaven.

"That good, huh?" Clark says as you try to hold back a moan.

You nodded, taking another bite of your salad. You added the right amount of sauce to make it creamy enough, and it honestly felt like you were levitating.

As you were about to take another bite, Clark's voice stopped you. "Okay—take your time." His hand grabbed onto yours gently and lowered it down until the fork was back in the salad.

Ignoring the way his touch made your cheeks flush, you looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I'm not gonna choke on my food."

"Knowing that you're devouring it, maybe." Lois adds, sitting down in the seat across from you.

Clark let go of your hand, a subtle blush on his face. “Yeah, so don’t eat all of it in less than a minute.”

You spared a glance at him. "Fine." You mumble prior to eating a forkful of salad. After swallowing the contents, you said, “Also, does anyone know where Jimmy went?”

Right as you finished speaking, the staff room door slammed open with Jimmy walking in with dozens of papers in his hand. “Jesus, those kids are nuts out there.”

Lois snorted, opening her food container. “Tell me about it.”

He shoves the papers into his bag and hangs it on the chair in front of him, sitting down beside Lois. “My students were bugging me about an upcoming test.”

Clark glances over at you with a look that screams I told you so, a smirk on his face.

You catch his gaze and furrow your eyebrows. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Anyway,” Jimmy continues, leaning back against his chair. “Every second I had free time while trying to get here, at least one student would come up to me and ask about it—don’t get me wrong, I love helping them. But I am starving and felt like I was gonna die without food.”

“You weren’t gonna die out there, Jimmy,” Lois says.

He shrugs his shoulders. “It might happen. You never know.”

All of you had smiles on your faces from the way Jimmy was complaining about not having his food sooner. Since Jimmy was head of the math department, he was in charge of three grades and six classes. Sometimes you wonder how he’s able to handle all of that, but it’s Jimmy, so he gets it done.

“Does anyone know how long Cat’s gonna be gone for?” You ask the small group, stuffing another forkful of salad into your mouth.

Clark shrugs beside you, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Not sure. Didn’t even know she was out until I saw Lex at her desk.”

“At least he’s not teaching anything and just being a secretary.” Lois mutters under her breath, which all of you agree to.

“Was there ever any solid proof of what he did?” Jimmy asks.

You nod. “Yeah, a girl came out and said that he was abusing her with actual evidence. Even the parents confirmed it's true.”

“Yet, they let him have a job.” He grumbles into his food.

“I know, it’s ridiculous.” You say while stuffing salad into your mouth, swallowing it whole. “I don’t know how he has a job in the first place.”

“Y/N, it’s because he’s rich and, because of that, he has power.” Jimmy says bluntly, and a roll of his eyes follows his words.

“Sadly.” you grumble to yourself, closing your lunch container and placing it back in your bag.

Clark noticed that there was still food left, and he furrows his eyebrows. “You’re not gonna finish eating?” He asks you, his voice quiet to where only you can hear him.

Your gaze found him, and you shook your head. “No, I had a big breakfast this morning, so I wasn’t that hungry.”

He keeps his gaze on you, worry stretching on his face before he sighs. “Alright, but if you get hungry, that's on you.”

You chuckle. “I know, Clark.” Your heart rate rises at the mention of his own name. “Don’t worry.”

“Ms. are you and Mr. Kent dating?” One of your students, Adrian, asks you casually, his paintbrush pressing against his canvas with each stroke.

Your gaze snapped towards him, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, what?” You ask him to repeat, taking a step closer.

“Are you and Mr. Kent dating?” He asks again.

Thankfully, your ninth graders had no clue what volume control was, so no one else had heard what he said. "We aren't." You say to him, eyeing his canvas. A mountain range with snow-dusted trees was there, making the painting more realistic with each stroke of paint.. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugs his shoulders, dipping his paintbrush in the cup of water. “Everyone has been saying you two were a thing.”

“Well, I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s not true.” You say, ignoring the way your heart rate spikes at the thought of you and Clark dating.

How could people just say that so casually? You think to yourself, a huff of air leaving your lips. But at every thought of you and Clark going on dates, doing couple things, and maybe even kissing him, it makes your heart race.

"Dammit," he swears under his breath. "There were bets and everything."

"Hey, no swearing." You tell him off, pointing your pen in his direction. "Also, you can tell everyone who started those bets to call them off."

Adrian rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head with the edge of a smirk on his face. "Alright, fine." he says, going back to his painting again.

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