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got blocked on tiktok by someone who said “i should’ve known not to trust the taste of a bunch of white girls” bc i commented ‘ "i should have known not to trust the taste of a bunch of white girls" says the white twink 💀 your statement won't be any less misogynistic just bc you put 'white' in front of the word 'girls' ’

like you are not regina george you’re just george 🤍

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the substance and together being popular and well liked gives me hope for freak cinema... i have waited for this moment ever since i discovered freak literature

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Together (2025) dir. Michael Shanks

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conrad is a butch in my mind ‼️

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꩜ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

morning person (smut)

camgirl next door (smut)

coming soon…

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꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ nerd-bsf!rafe x girl-next-door!reader

꒰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꒱ you tell rafe that you’re sick, and he comes to see you, hoping to make you feel better.

꒰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ꒱ fluff. one-sided pining. ꒰ 𝐰𝐜 𝟏.𝟐𝐤 ꒱

꒰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ꒱ i’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately which kind of inspired me to write this… anyway !!

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🪷

RAFE [09:42AM] : you told me you wanted to see that new horror movie, bring her back, right? RAFE [09:42AM] : i just saw that they have a showing for it on the mainland tonight, you wanna go see it?

YOU [02:57PM] : sorry it took me so long to get back to u YOU [02:58PM] : i’d love to but i feel so sick like i'm gonna die

RAFE [03:00PM] : what's up?

YOU [03:02PM] : i have a cold :( YOU[03:02PM] : but let's take a rain check, okay?

RAFE [03:03PM] : you got it. hope you feel better soon! :)

rafe frowned as he read over the text you'd sent him. he had noticed that you'd seemed more sluggish recently, and you'd seemed a little under the weather. the boy pursed his lips; maybe there was a way he could make you feel better.

you were laying in bed, your dark bedroom only lit up by the faint yellow fairy lights hung on the wall, the bin next to you filled with crumpled up tissue papers, your blanket wrapped tightly around you, nose stuffy and hurting, feeling so dizzy it was as if the world around you was spinning as a lukewarm half-full cup of tea sat on your nightstand along with lemon-flavored throat pastilles.

there was a soft knock on your door, and you cleared your throat of phlegm before speaking in a weak, throaty voice, trying to sit up in bed. "come in." at your words, your bedroom door was pushed open tentatively, revealing rafe standing there, a small smile on his lips. "i wanted to come check on you."

"you didn't have to." you sniffled, "i'm just gonna get you sick." "it's okay." rafe smiled softly, fixing his glasses on his face and closing the door behind him, "i don't mind. it wouldn't be the first time i'm sick." "still. i'm gonna feel bad."

rafe placed his leather satchel down on your desk, starting to rifle through it, "did you take something?" "yeah. cold medicine and painkillers." "that's good. don't overdo it, though." "you caught me. i was planning on od'ing on tylenol." you chuckled softly, only for your laugh to turn into a cough. even though you were wearing a thick sweater over your pajamas, you were still shivering.

rafe took his laptop out and held it up, along with a pair of wired earbuds, a boyish grin on his lips, "i thought that since i couldn't take you to the movies, i'd bring the movie theater to you." you let out a soft laugh, "your laptop in my small bedroom is a true cinematic experience." "it's better than nothing. c'mon, patient zero, make some room."

when you scooched over on the bed, rafe sat down right next to you with a small grunt and took some of the blanket, covering his legs with it. he placed the laptop inbetween you, plugging the earphones into the earphone jack, handing you one of the earphones and keeping one of them for himself, putting it into his ear; he'd already downloaded a bunch of movies he knew you loved onto his computer, rafe making sure to keep a small distance from you.

you'd finished watching coherence, your cold-addled brain barely managing to make any sense of the already confusing film, but when you were halfway through midsommar, the colors of the movie reflected in the lenses of his glasses, rafe felt a sudden pressure on his shoulder.

the boy turned his head slightly to see your head leaning on his shoulder, your eyes pressed close, lips parted to let out soft snores and quiet breaths, earphone still in your ear.

rafe took the earphone out, closing the laptop and placing it onto the floor. he moved your pillow so it was flat on the bed, carefully positioning you in a way to make sure you wouldn't wake up with aches in your joints.

you stirred slightly as rafe moved you, letting out quiet mumbles but staying asleep. he let out a huff of a chuckle as he repositioned himself on the bed so he was lying right next to you, pulling the blanket up so it covered you properly.

what he hadn't expected was for you to burrow yourself into him in search of warmth and wrap your arm around his torso as you smacked your lips in your sleep, rafe's blue eyes widening and his breath hitching, mind going blank as his heartbeat shot up to the point he could feel it in his ears.

tentatively, rafe brought his hand to the back of your head, gently stroking your hair and you let out a content noise in your sleep that made his head spin. he looked down at you, admiring the content, peaceful look on your sleeping face, a warmth spreading throughout his chest, making his heart ache as he thought what a pipe dream it was to wish this wasn't a one-time thing.

the boy leaned close, pressing a feather-light kiss on your forehead, and he could swear that he saw your lips quirk up just the tiniest bit.

rafe knew he had to leave before you woke up; but in the quiet of your bedroom when the only thing to be heard were your soft snores, at least he could pretend that you felt the same way that he did.

a few hours went by with rafe holding you in his arms, listening to the small sounds you let out in your sleep, until eventually, the boy carefully detached himself from you, stroking your hair a few times before he finally stood up. rafe looked down at the watch on his wrist, clock nearing ten. as he was about to walk to fetch his satchel, rafe felt a weak grip on his wrist.

"don't leave me…" a weak, soft voice came from behind him, making his heart ache in his chest. rafe turned to face you, your eyes half-lidded, a sheen of sweat on your forehead. he pressed the back of his hand on your forehead, burning hot. "you've got a fever."

"please, don't go."

your voice had turned so small it was as if each syllable was tugging at his heartstrings. rafe's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, taking in a deep breath.

"i won't. but i'm gonna go get a rag for your forehead."

"promise you won't leave me?"

"i promise."

and as those words left his lips, your weak grip on his wrist finally went limp and your eyes started closing again. rafe knew that the smart thing would be to just go home, that the longer he spent with you, the harder it would be for him to go. but no matter what, he couldn't bring himself to break his promise.

and soon, you were once again laid asleep in your best friend's arms with a cold towel on your forehead, blissfully unaware of the turmoil going on inside rafe's head even as his hand stroked your hair. for you, this was comfort, this was your friend taking care of you in a bad moment.

for him? this was everything.

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꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ bucky x gf!reader

꒰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꒱ how you made bucky barnes into a morning person.

꒰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ꒱ smut. oral. MDNI!

꒰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ꒱ just watched thunderbolts !! it’s been like five years since i last wrote for bucky. i feel like i’m back to my roots!!

ever since moving in with you, bucky's favorite time of the day became the morning.

he got to woke up with you still letting out quiet snores in his arms, nuzzled up into his neck seeking warmth, the small breaths you were letting out hitting his bare chest, causing shivers to run down the man's spine, and he'd start pressing kisses along your jaw until slowly starting to trail down your neck.

you'd wake to the feel of his stubble tickling the skin of your breast, your eyes still pressed closed as quiet chuckles escaped you, his lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue darting out to give the hardened bud a tentative lick, only to stop the teasing by sucking on it sharply, your back arching up to meet his mouth.

when you finally managed to open your eyes, you saw that your boyfriend had pushed the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him to bare your body to him, and as if sensing your eyes on him, bucky let go of your nipple and looked up at you with a small, self-satisfied grin on his lips, "finally got your attention, it seems."

"don't be too proud of yourself." you pushed a strand of loose hair behind his ear, "i'm only half-awake."

"oh?" bucky raised his brows in amusement, pressing a feather-light peck on your lips, and somehow even that was enough to send electricity running through your veins, "i think i can fix that..."

the cold vibranium of bucky's hand pressing on your stomach was enough to cool your body down, even though sweat and other liquids had already stuck to your sheets under you.

you were squirming underneath him; your bedroom was filled with the noise of the filthy squelch of his thick fingers stretching you out. one of your hands was gripping his hair, the other bunching the sheets as he flattened his tongue on your clit.

your legs were hooked over bucky's shoulders as he greedily sucked on your clit, licking up your arousal like a man who'd spent the last week in the sahara; the overwhelming pleasure that came with every flick of his tongue or every curl of his fingers inside of you made you unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

"bucky..." you whined his name each time you got close to coming, only for the man to let out a chuckle against your pussy that vibrated all throughout your body, the man determined not to quit until you were shaking and shivering from the orgasms he gave you.

and when bucky finally got you to admit that you couldn't handle any more, he slumped down next to you on the bed, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched you try and catch your breath, only for him to take it away by pressing his lips on yours, the taste of your arousal still on his lips.

god, bucky loved mornings.

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꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ clark x coworker!reader

꒰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꒱ you and clark confess your feelings to one another, but when he hasn’t asked you out, you start to worry that he didn’t mean it, unaware that clark thinks you’re dating.

꒰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ꒱ fluff. miscommunication. idiots in love. 𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

꒰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ꒱ i got a request for this at the beginning of the month but only now got to it … i’m sorry it took me so long! i hope you enjoy :)

── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 💛

planet earth holds a lot of mysteries in it. the indus script. the dancing plague. the collapse of the bronze age. but for you? the biggest mystery came in the form of your coworker, clark kent.

you became friends almost immediately after you started working at the daily planet; you were a simple assistant, which meant that you mostly dealt with coffee orders, calls and meetings, documents, et cetera.

as if you hadn't been nervous enough on your first day of work, having spent the better part of the past few days trying to pick out an appropriate outfit, stressing over if your voice sounded 'friendly enough' or if your smile was too toothy, the universe decided to throw yet another curveball your way; you were supposed to print out a draft for one of the editors, only for the printer to jam.

"pleasee, just work..." you mumbled, trying to repeatedly push the button that read 'print', but to no avail.

"uh, excuse me...?" you heard coming from behind you, and you turned to see a man with a large, imposing figure standing there, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he adjusted his glasses, "do you need help with that?"

"it's jammed..." you mumbled, stepping aside to let the man take a look, "oh, this happens all the time." he let out a soft chuckle. the man gave the printer a swift kick, and suddenly, the machine started whirring, making you let out a small gasp. "this thing is ancient. i keep telling perry that we should replace it."

"thank you so much." you turned to him with a wide smile on your lips as the printer started printing out the draft, "i'm new here, and i didn't want to embarrass myself on my first day..." "i thought so. you don't look familiar." he held out his large hand, "i'm clark."

you smiled, taking his hand and shaking it as you introduced yourself to him.

clark had become your first friend at the daily planet, and you soon started spending time together out of the office, going out for coffee, for casual lunches or dinners, spending hours walking the corridors of museums, enthusiastically pointing out your favorite works of art... and it wasn't long until your heart started beating like a drum, silencing everything else around you every time clark walked into the room.

one evening, the two of you were walking through central park, a cup of coffee nestled between your hands to make sure they stayed warm in the chilly autumn air, while clark's beverage of choice was tea. most of the time you had no difficulty keeping up with the man's ramblings, but for some reason, that specific time, every word he was speaking went in through one ear and out the ear.

instead, your throat was basically burning with the words you'd been aching to tell him; how every morning, the thing you looked forward to the most was seeing him sitting at his desk as you walked into the office, how even hearing his voice caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, how every time he spoke your name, it was as if someone had jumpstarted your heart all over again.

suddenly, your feet froze to the spot. clark turned to look at you with furrowed brows, "are you alright?" he asked softly, looking over you with concern. you looked up into his deep blue eyes, swallowing as if it would wash away the words crawling up your throat.

"i like you!"

they were out before you could even force your lips to stop moving, your eyes widening as you finally registered what you'd said, clark's lips parting in surprise, moving around words that didn't leave his lips.

"forget- forget i said anything." you cleared your throat and continued walking, only to feel clark's warm, large hand wrap around your wrist, a gentle smile on his lips "i like you too." clark's hand slid until it met the palm of yours, intertwining your fingers, and you were unable to help the smile taking over your lips, the two of you now walking with your hands intertwined.

you expected things to change. you expected clark to officially ask you out. you expected something. but two months had gone by, and things stayed the same. coffee dates, casual meals, walks in the park… sometimes clark would hold your hand, or stand closer to you than he would've before; but nothing else. no more mention of your confession, or even acknowledging it.

you were sitting at your desk, your elbows resting on the desk while you held up your chin with a small pout on your lips, watching clark talking to jimmy, when a thought came to you. what if clark didn't actually like you? what if he just said that he did because he didn't want to hurt you?

you felt like an idiot.

clark was on his computer, doing research for a piece he was working on, when jimmy rolled his chair to his desk.

"so, how are things going?" he asked, pointing the rubber end of his pencil towards the assistant's desk, clark's cheeks starting to feel warm, turning a rosy color. "things are going well. we've been going out for two months now. i really like her."

"that's great!" "can i ask you for some advice, though?" "sure, hit me." "when do you think... would be the right time to try and kiss her?"

a dumbfounded look took over jimmy's face, his words coming out in a stunned stammer, "you've... you've been dating for two months and you still haven't kissed?" "well, she hasn't initiated, or even brought it up. i think she wants to take things slow, and that's more than fine with me."

jimmy sighed, pressing his pointer finger and thumb into the corners of his eyes, "god help me..." he muttered under his breath, "alright, kent. some women do want to take things slow, but... dating someone for two months and not kissing them... is too slow." "it is?" "he's right." lois piped up from her own desk without even turning around in her chair.

clark turned to look at your desk as you sat there, your focus on whatever was on your computer monitor, his lips slightly turning down. what if you had decided you didn't like him anymore?

you were packing up your bag when clark walked to your desk, his satchel already hanging on his shoulder, a tight-lipped smile on his face. you looked up, "oh, hi clark. everything alright?"

"yes, everything's good." the man nodded, clearing his throat, "could i walk you home? it's getting dark out." you looked out of the window only to be met with a sky so dark blue it bordered on being black. you nodded, offering him a small smile.

the walk to your apartment was quiet, and unlike the usual, breezy quiet, this quiet was uncomfortable, bordering on suffocating, as if the gravel under your feet was louder than usual, as if the streetlights were spotlights pointed right at you.

"well, here we are." you said quietly, keeping your gaze on the ground as you arrived in front of your apartment. "okay..." clark nodded, "uh, sleep well." "you too, clark..." clark turned around, beginning to walk away from you, but you were still glued to where you were standing.

"wait!"

the simple word you let out made the man turn around, and you swallowed as he closed the distance between you two once again, "what is it?"

"do you... do you not actually like me?"

his brows knitted together in confusion, a small wrinkle forming between them, "what makes you think that?"

"it's been two months since i told you i liked you, and you still haven't asked me out on a date. it's alright if you don't like me, but i just wish you'd say something..."

clark's face mirrored the dumbfounded look that jimmy had given him earlier; it was true, he hadn't asked you out on a date. but... he'd just assumed that the outings you went on were dates. you'd told each other you liked the other, you held hands, you-

"clark, can you say something?"

"i..." the man scratched the back of his neck, "to be honest... i thought we were already dating." "what?" "i thought that we've been dating ever since i told you i liked you... i thought we were just taking things slow."

you let out a soft laugh, taking a step closer to him, bringing your hand to rest on his bicep, "i can't believe that i thought you didn't like me because you weren't asking me out, meanwhile you thought we were going out the whole time."

"i guess we should've communicated a bit more." clark let out a bashful laugh, his cheeks slightly reddening, "but... i do really like you. and i want to go out with you."

"good." you bit down on your lower lip, "because i want that too."

before clark could say anything, you shut him up by bringing your lips to his, the man's large hand snaking onto your lower back, pulling you closer to him while the other cupped your cheek. he was too focused on the electricity running through his veins as your lips moved against his, the superhero not even noticing the way the streetlights over you flickered.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @raahosh @biancasisstuff @iamarealmicrowave @angelicp0etry @lolainrainbowz @liloolsi @kissmxcheek @maryjaneeeee @thereallifebambi @girldisrupted @harringtonsbowgirl @danipeppe

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 🧡

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꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ bucky x gf!reader

꒰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꒱ how you made bucky barnes into a morning person.

꒰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ꒱ smut. oral. MDNI!

꒰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ꒱ just watched thunderbolts !! it’s been like five years since i last wrote for bucky. i feel like i’m back to my roots!!

ever since moving in with you, bucky's favorite time of the day became the morning.

he got to woke up with you still letting out quiet snores in his arms, nuzzled up into his neck seeking warmth, the small breaths you were letting out hitting his bare chest, causing shivers to run down the man's spine, and he'd start pressing kisses along your jaw until slowly starting to trail down your neck.

you'd wake to the feel of his stubble tickling the skin of your breast, your eyes still pressed closed as quiet chuckles escaped you, his lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue darting out to give the hardened bud a tentative lick, only to stop the teasing by sucking on it sharply, your back arching up to meet his mouth.

when you finally managed to open your eyes, you saw that your boyfriend had pushed the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him to bare your body to him, and as if sensing your eyes on him, bucky let go of your nipple and looked up at you with a small, self-satisfied grin on his lips, "finally got your attention, it seems."

"don't be too proud of yourself." you pushed a strand of loose hair behind his ear, "i'm only half-awake."

"oh?" bucky raised his brows in amusement, pressing a feather-light peck on your lips, and somehow even that was enough to send electricity running through your veins, "i think i can fix that..."

the cold vibranium of bucky's hand pressing on your stomach was enough to cool your body down, even though sweat and other liquids had already stuck to your sheets under you.

you were squirming underneath him; your bedroom was filled with the noise of the filthy squelch of his thick fingers stretching you out. one of your hands was gripping his hair, the other bunching the sheets as he flattened his tongue on your clit.

your legs were hooked over bucky's shoulders as he greedily sucked on your clit, licking up your arousal like a man who'd spent the last week in the sahara; the overwhelming pleasure that came with every flick of his tongue or every curl of his fingers inside of you made you unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

"bucky..." you whined his name each time you got close to coming, only for the man to let out a chuckle against your pussy that vibrated all throughout your body, the man determined not to quit until you were shaking and shivering from the orgasms he gave you.

and when bucky finally got you to admit that you couldn't handle any more, he slumped down next to you on the bed, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched you try and catch your breath, only for him to take it away by pressing his lips on yours, the taste of your arousal still on his lips.

god, bucky loved mornings.

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꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ clark x coworker!reader

꒰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꒱ you and clark confess your feelings to one another, but when he hasn’t asked you out, you start to worry that he didn’t mean it, unaware that clark thinks you’re dating.

꒰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ꒱ fluff. miscommunication. idiots in love. 𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

꒰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ꒱ i got a request for this at the beginning of the month but only now got to it … i’m sorry it took me so long! i hope you enjoy :)

── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 💛

planet earth holds a lot of mysteries in it. the indus script. the dancing plague. the collapse of the bronze age. but for you? the biggest mystery came in the form of your coworker, clark kent.

you became friends almost immediately after you started working at the daily planet; you were a simple assistant, which meant that you mostly dealt with coffee orders, calls and meetings, documents, et cetera.

as if you hadn't been nervous enough on your first day of work, having spent the better part of the past few days trying to pick out an appropriate outfit, stressing over if your voice sounded 'friendly enough' or if your smile was too toothy, the universe decided to throw yet another curveball your way; you were supposed to print out a draft for one of the editors, only for the printer to jam.

"pleasee, just work..." you mumbled, trying to repeatedly push the button that read 'print', but to no avail.

"uh, excuse me...?" you heard coming from behind you, and you turned to see a man with a large, imposing figure standing there, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he adjusted his glasses, "do you need help with that?"

"it's jammed..." you mumbled, stepping aside to let the man take a look, "oh, this happens all the time." he let out a soft chuckle. the man gave the printer a swift kick, and suddenly, the machine started whirring, making you let out a small gasp. "this thing is ancient. i keep telling perry that we should replace it."

"thank you so much." you turned to him with a wide smile on your lips as the printer started printing out the draft, "i'm new here, and i didn't want to embarrass myself on my first day..." "i thought so. you don't look familiar." he held out his large hand, "i'm clark."

you smiled, taking his hand and shaking it as you introduced yourself to him.

clark had become your first friend at the daily planet, and you soon started spending time together out of the office, going out for coffee, for casual lunches or dinners, spending hours walking the corridors of museums, enthusiastically pointing out your favorite works of art... and it wasn't long until your heart started beating like a drum, silencing everything else around you every time clark walked into the room.

one evening, the two of you were walking through central park, a cup of coffee nestled between your hands to make sure they stayed warm in the chilly autumn air, while clark's beverage of choice was tea. most of the time you had no difficulty keeping up with the man's ramblings, but for some reason, that specific time, every word he was speaking went in through one ear and out the ear.

instead, your throat was basically burning with the words you'd been aching to tell him; how every morning, the thing you looked forward to the most was seeing him sitting at his desk as you walked into the office, how even hearing his voice caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, how every time he spoke your name, it was as if someone had jumpstarted your heart all over again.

suddenly, your feet froze to the spot. clark turned to look at you with furrowed brows, "are you alright?" he asked softly, looking over you with concern. you looked up into his deep blue eyes, swallowing as if it would wash away the words crawling up your throat.

"i like you!"

they were out before you could even force your lips to stop moving, your eyes widening as you finally registered what you'd said, clark's lips parting in surprise, moving around words that didn't leave his lips.

"forget- forget i said anything." you cleared your throat and continued walking, only to feel clark's warm, large hand wrap around your wrist, a gentle smile on his lips "i like you too." clark's hand slid until it met the palm of yours, intertwining your fingers, and you were unable to help the smile taking over your lips, the two of you now walking with your hands intertwined.

you expected things to change. you expected clark to officially ask you out. you expected something. but two months had gone by, and things stayed the same. coffee dates, casual meals, walks in the park… sometimes clark would hold your hand, or stand closer to you than he would've before; but nothing else. no more mention of your confession, or even acknowledging it.

you were sitting at your desk, your elbows resting on the desk while you held up your chin with a small pout on your lips, watching clark talking to jimmy, when a thought came to you. what if clark didn't actually like you? what if he just said that he did because he didn't want to hurt you?

you felt like an idiot.

clark was on his computer, doing research for a piece he was working on, when jimmy rolled his chair to his desk.

"so, how are things going?" he asked, pointing the rubber end of his pencil towards the assistant's desk, clark's cheeks starting to feel warm, turning a rosy color. "things are going well. we've been going out for two months now. i really like her."

"that's great!" "can i ask you for some advice, though?" "sure, hit me." "when do you think... would be the right time to try and kiss her?"

a dumbfounded look took over jimmy's face, his words coming out in a stunned stammer, "you've... you've been dating for two months and you still haven't kissed?" "well, she hasn't initiated, or even brought it up. i think she wants to take things slow, and that's more than fine with me."

jimmy sighed, pressing his pointer finger and thumb into the corners of his eyes, "god help me..." he muttered under his breath, "alright, kent. some women do want to take things slow, but... dating someone for two months and not kissing them... is too slow." "it is?" "he's right." lois piped up from her own desk without even turning around in her chair.

clark turned to look at your desk as you sat there, your focus on whatever was on your computer monitor, his lips slightly turning down. what if you had decided you didn't like him anymore?

you were packing up your bag when clark walked to your desk, his satchel already hanging on his shoulder, a tight-lipped smile on his face. you looked up, "oh, hi clark. everything alright?"

"yes, everything's good." the man nodded, clearing his throat, "could i walk you home? it's getting dark out." you looked out of the window only to be met with a sky so dark blue it bordered on being black. you nodded, offering him a small smile.

the walk to your apartment was quiet, and unlike the usual, breezy quiet, this quiet was uncomfortable, bordering on suffocating, as if the gravel under your feet was louder than usual, as if the streetlights were spotlights pointed right at you.

"well, here we are." you said quietly, keeping your gaze on the ground as you arrived in front of your apartment. "okay..." clark nodded, "uh, sleep well." "you too, clark..." clark turned around, beginning to walk away from you, but you were still glued to where you were standing.

"wait!"

the simple word you let out made the man turn around, and you swallowed as he closed the distance between you two once again, "what is it?"

"do you... do you not actually like me?"

his brows knitted together in confusion, a small wrinkle forming between them, "what makes you think that?"

"it's been two months since i told you i liked you, and you still haven't asked me out on a date. it's alright if you don't like me, but i just wish you'd say something..."

clark's face mirrored the dumbfounded look that jimmy had given him earlier; it was true, he hadn't asked you out on a date. but... he'd just assumed that the outings you went on were dates. you'd told each other you liked the other, you held hands, you-

"clark, can you say something?"

"i..." the man scratched the back of his neck, "to be honest... i thought we were already dating." "what?" "i thought that we've been dating ever since i told you i liked you... i thought we were just taking things slow."

you let out a soft laugh, taking a step closer to him, bringing your hand to rest on his bicep, "i can't believe that i thought you didn't like me because you weren't asking me out, meanwhile you thought we were going out the whole time."

"i guess we should've communicated a bit more." clark let out a bashful laugh, his cheeks slightly reddening, "but... i do really like you. and i want to go out with you."

"good." you bit down on your lower lip, "because i want that too."

before clark could say anything, you shut him up by bringing your lips to his, the man's large hand snaking onto your lower back, pulling you closer to him while the other cupped your cheek. he was too focused on the electricity running through his veins as your lips moved against his, the superhero not even noticing the way the streetlights over you flickered.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @raahosh @biancasisstuff @iamarealmicrowave @angelicp0etry @lolainrainbowz @liloolsi @kissmxcheek @maryjaneeeee @thereallifebambi @girldisrupted @harringtonsbowgirl @danipeppe

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 🧡

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girlfriend <3

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watched thunderbolts and i feel like i'm 17 again and my 5'5 femboy boyfriend from the psych ward is pissed because i have a crush on bucky meanwhile he's addicted to porn

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꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ clark x coworker!reader

꒰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꒱ you and clark confess your feelings to one another, but when he hasn’t asked you out, you start to worry that he didn’t mean it, unaware that clark thinks you’re dating.

꒰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ꒱ fluff. miscommunication. idiots in love. 𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

꒰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ꒱ i got a request for this at the beginning of the month but only now got to it … i’m sorry it took me so long! i hope you enjoy :)

── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 💛

planet earth holds a lot of mysteries in it. the indus script. the dancing plague. the collapse of the bronze age. but for you? the biggest mystery came in the form of your coworker, clark kent.

you became friends almost immediately after you started working at the daily planet; you were a simple assistant, which meant that you mostly dealt with coffee orders, calls and meetings, documents, et cetera.

as if you hadn't been nervous enough on your first day of work, having spent the better part of the past few days trying to pick out an appropriate outfit, stressing over if your voice sounded 'friendly enough' or if your smile was too toothy, the universe decided to throw yet another curveball your way; you were supposed to print out a draft for one of the editors, only for the printer to jam.

"pleasee, just work..." you mumbled, trying to repeatedly push the button that read 'print', but to no avail.

"uh, excuse me...?" you heard coming from behind you, and you turned to see a man with a large, imposing figure standing there, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he adjusted his glasses, "do you need help with that?"

"it's jammed..." you mumbled, stepping aside to let the man take a look, "oh, this happens all the time." he let out a soft chuckle. the man gave the printer a swift kick, and suddenly, the machine started whirring, making you let out a small gasp. "this thing is ancient. i keep telling perry that we should replace it."

"thank you so much." you turned to him with a wide smile on your lips as the printer started printing out the draft, "i'm new here, and i didn't want to embarrass myself on my first day..." "i thought so. you don't look familiar." he held out his large hand, "i'm clark."

you smiled, taking his hand and shaking it as you introduced yourself to him.

clark had become your first friend at the daily planet, and you soon started spending time together out of the office, going out for coffee, for casual lunches or dinners, spending hours walking the corridors of museums, enthusiastically pointing out your favorite works of art... and it wasn't long until your heart started beating like a drum, silencing everything else around you every time clark walked into the room.

one evening, the two of you were walking through central park, a cup of coffee nestled between your hands to make sure they stayed warm in the chilly autumn air, while clark's beverage of choice was tea. most of the time you had no difficulty keeping up with the man's ramblings, but for some reason, that specific time, every word he was speaking went in through one ear and out the ear.

instead, your throat was basically burning with the words you'd been aching to tell him; how every morning, the thing you looked forward to the most was seeing him sitting at his desk as you walked into the office, how even hearing his voice caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, how every time he spoke your name, it was as if someone had jumpstarted your heart all over again.

suddenly, your feet froze to the spot. clark turned to look at you with furrowed brows, "are you alright?" he asked softly, looking over you with concern. you looked up into his deep blue eyes, swallowing as if it would wash away the words crawling up your throat.

"i like you!"

they were out before you could even force your lips to stop moving, your eyes widening as you finally registered what you'd said, clark's lips parting in surprise, moving around words that didn't leave his lips.

"forget- forget i said anything." you cleared your throat and continued walking, only to feel clark's warm, large hand wrap around your wrist, a gentle smile on his lips "i like you too." clark's hand slid until it met the palm of yours, intertwining your fingers, and you were unable to help the smile taking over your lips, the two of you now walking with your hands intertwined.

you expected things to change. you expected clark to officially ask you out. you expected something. but two months had gone by, and things stayed the same. coffee dates, casual meals, walks in the park… sometimes clark would hold your hand, or stand closer to you than he would've before; but nothing else. no more mention of your confession, or even acknowledging it.

you were sitting at your desk, your elbows resting on the desk while you held up your chin with a small pout on your lips, watching clark talking to jimmy, when a thought came to you. what if clark didn't actually like you? what if he just said that he did because he didn't want to hurt you?

you felt like an idiot.

clark was on his computer, doing research for a piece he was working on, when jimmy rolled his chair to his desk.

"so, how are things going?" he asked, pointing the rubber end of his pencil towards the assistant's desk, clark's cheeks starting to feel warm, turning a rosy color. "things are going well. we've been going out for two months now. i really like her."

"that's great!" "can i ask you for some advice, though?" "sure, hit me." "when do you think... would be the right time to try and kiss her?"

a dumbfounded look took over jimmy's face, his words coming out in a stunned stammer, "you've... you've been dating for two months and you still haven't kissed?" "well, she hasn't initiated, or even brought it up. i think she wants to take things slow, and that's more than fine with me."

jimmy sighed, pressing his pointer finger and thumb into the corners of his eyes, "god help me..." he muttered under his breath, "alright, kent. some women do want to take things slow, but... dating someone for two months and not kissing them... is too slow." "it is?" "he's right." lois piped up from her own desk without even turning around in her chair.

clark turned to look at your desk as you sat there, your focus on whatever was on your computer monitor, his lips slightly turning down. what if you had decided you didn't like him anymore?

you were packing up your bag when clark walked to your desk, his satchel already hanging on his shoulder, a tight-lipped smile on his face. you looked up, "oh, hi clark. everything alright?"

"yes, everything's good." the man nodded, clearing his throat, "could i walk you home? it's getting dark out." you looked out of the window only to be met with a sky so dark blue it bordered on being black. you nodded, offering him a small smile.

the walk to your apartment was quiet, and unlike the usual, breezy quiet, this quiet was uncomfortable, bordering on suffocating, as if the gravel under your feet was louder than usual, as if the streetlights were spotlights pointed right at you.

"well, here we are." you said quietly, keeping your gaze on the ground as you arrived in front of your apartment. "okay..." clark nodded, "uh, sleep well." "you too, clark..." clark turned around, beginning to walk away from you, but you were still glued to where you were standing.

"wait!"

the simple word you let out made the man turn around, and you swallowed as he closed the distance between you two once again, "what is it?"

"do you... do you not actually like me?"

his brows knitted together in confusion, a small wrinkle forming between them, "what makes you think that?"

"it's been two months since i told you i liked you, and you still haven't asked me out on a date. it's alright if you don't like me, but i just wish you'd say something..."

clark's face mirrored the dumbfounded look that jimmy had given him earlier; it was true, he hadn't asked you out on a date. but... he'd just assumed that the outings you went on were dates. you'd told each other you liked the other, you held hands, you-

"clark, can you say something?"

"i..." the man scratched the back of his neck, "to be honest... i thought we were already dating." "what?" "i thought that we've been dating ever since i told you i liked you... i thought we were just taking things slow."

you let out a soft laugh, taking a step closer to him, bringing your hand to rest on his bicep, "i can't believe that i thought you didn't like me because you weren't asking me out, meanwhile you thought we were going out the whole time."

"i guess we should've communicated a bit more." clark let out a bashful laugh, his cheeks slightly reddening, "but... i do really like you. and i want to go out with you."

"good." you bit down on your lower lip, "because i want that too."

before clark could say anything, you shut him up by bringing your lips to his, the man's large hand snaking onto your lower back, pulling you closer to him while the other cupped your cheek. he was too focused on the electricity running through his veins as your lips moved against his, the superhero not even noticing the way the streetlights over you flickered.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @raahosh @biancasisstuff @iamarealmicrowave @angelicp0etry @lolainrainbowz @liloolsi @kissmxcheek @maryjaneeeee @thereallifebambi @girldisrupted @harringtonsbowgirl @danipeppe

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 🧡

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finally watching thunderbolts and it’s making me wanna write for mcu… oldheads know my old blog was originally an mcu blog

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why does ari aster insist on showing joaquin phoenix’s thing in every movie…

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