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TRUST FALL──SUPERMAN!

2025!superman x reader 1.3k fluff

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You found yourself on your balcony that night, leaning on the railing as your man in red and blue hovered in the air, a mere few feet away from you. 

It was one of those rare nights when the city slept, the loudest thing to Superman’s ears being the wind or passing cars. It was those nights that he spent with you. 

You remembered a time where he’d tell the little white lie that you were simply a stop on his nightly patrols through the city. It only took a few visits more for you to see through it. 

He was never much of a good liar anyways. 

“How does it work,” you asked, gesturing to the whole of Superman. 

His brows dipped down in confusion. “How does what work?” 

“The flying. I mean I don’t see any propellers on you, no wings. You are literally breaking the laws of physics just floating there.” 

You watched as he hovered closer to you with a shrug. “I try not to think about it. I just do it.” 

You squinted your eyes at him, skeptical. “You just do it? I don’t buy it.” 

He laughed, tilting his head at you. He hovered closer, leaning his forearms on the railing, resting next to you as he hung above the night sky. “What do you mean you don’t buy it? You see me doing it right now.” 

You huffed, suppressing your smile. “You have to be oversimplifying it.” 

He shrugged, tilting his head from one side to the other with a beaming smile. “I could show you what it’s like.” 

Your smile fell away, a confused frown as you leaned away from him. “What do you mean?” 

He mimicked your motions, backing away only an inch but instead meeting you with that same smile. “Exactly what I said. It’s fun.” 

Your eyes twitched into a squint, your sight moving slowly from him to the length of your building, seeing the height between you and the pavement. 

“Yeah no. I’d like to keep my life a little longer.” 

From the very corner of his eyes he could see you grip the railing just a little tighter. 

“You don’t think I’d drop you, do you,” he asked with a laugh, a light air of offense taking his tone. 

“No, no, totally not.” Your voice pitched up higher, backing away from the railing and tucking your arms behind your back. 

He hovered higher, allowing himself to raise over the railing and standing in front of you, arms crossed. “You’re suddenly a terrible liar. Here I am thinking you trusted me.” 

“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s…gravity.” 

He lifted a single brow. “Gravity?” 

“Yup,” you practically chirped. “Gravity.” 

His laugh was breathy as he shook his head before looking at you through eyes that seemed to beg. “Do you trust me?” 

You scoffed out a laugh, a myriad of excuses rolling off your tongue, one by one. “I already told you, it’s gravity I don’t trust, plus–,” 

He spoke your name once, immediately drowned out by your rambling. He wondered where you even managed to squeeze in air to breathe. 

“—and trust is a very hefty wording, I personally thi–.” 

When he spoke your name this time, it was different. It was firm, demanding. Yet somehow, still gentle. It grabbed your attention, silencing you and reducing you to wide eyes as he offered two hands in front of you. 

“Do you…trust me?” 

Your eyes lingered for a moment, an imaginary tunnel that trapped you in his gaze whenever he looked at you like…that. Then down to his hands, offering themselves up to you.

You felt your hands immediately twitch towards him, like an instinct. It was no question that you trusted him, but some part of you was holding you back. Likely, fear. The fear of falling to your demise even when he’d proven time and time again he’d catch you.

You looked back up to him. “You sound like Aladdin,” you muttered beneath your breath to which he only raised his brows to you. Partially urging you to reach out, but also reassuring you. 

You brought your hands up slowly, letting them find his and slip into the gentle hold you learned to know even when blind. 

And then you watched as his hands folded over yours, forming a blanket before sliding up your forearm, slow and tortuous. 

He stopped when his hands brushed against your waist. “Is this okay?” 

You only nodded. 

It didn’t prepare you for the chills, electricity, butterflies, and all other cliches to climb up your spine when his hands touched you. He pulled you in, his body flesh with yours as he held you in his arms. 

It was gradual. You hadn’t even realized he was hovering until the last of your feet left the ground. Looking below you, you could see the two of you were at least a foot off the ground. 

“Not so bad,” you breathed. 

He laughed softly. “See, I told you.” 

Your hands were tucked in the crook of his elbow, trying not to squeeze too tight—despite the fact it probably wouldn’t do a thing to him. 

“Are you ready to go a little higher,” he asked, searching for confirmation in your eyes. 

You shook your head almost instantly, but pushed a smile on. “Sure!” 

He readjusted his hold on you, one arm abandoning the other to swoop you up by your feet. One arm situated behind your back and the other under your knees. Instinctively, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck. 

“Hold on,” he whispered. 

You remembered the first time this happened. It occurred all at once as he swiftly carried your home at the speed of light. This time, it was slow, wind moving briskly around you as the balcony slowly disappeared from under you, replaced by the sparkling city lights and passing cars. 

“You’ll get dizzy if you look down.” 

Your eyes snapped up to him and there you were stuck. Everything around you illuminated him. The lights of the buildings highlight that sparkle in his eyes. The moonlight shining down on his smile. He beamed in the night sky and you couldn’t help but to admire it all. 

And suddenly you couldn’t remember why you were so opposed to this a mere 15 minutes ago. 

When your feet finally touched something solid, it wasn’t the concrete of your balcony but rather the golden-bronze metal of a large globe. 

You instinctively reached for his shoulders for stability, looking around you in disbelief. “Are we?!” 

“On the Daily Planet globe,” he answered for you, a sheepish smile finding him. “We are. It’s where I like to go when I need to…think.” 

You gleamed up at him. “You’re insane Superman.” 

For you. 

He could feel the words practically try to jump out of his mouth. 

“You must take all of your favorite citizens up here then,” you joked. 

He looked around, eyes on the skies before settling on you. “Only the one.” 

There was that feeling again. The fluttering in your heart as it did what it wanted, uncaring of what the brain wanted. 

Your brows pinched in, vulnerable as your eyes flickered all around his face before settling on one place. 

They lingered over his lips. Forbidden but enticing. Perhaps all the same. 

You felt the something. Something in you pushing you forward, leaning you in. Encouraging you to close the gap. 

You recognized the look in his eyes as well. The way he seemed to melt into your hold, into your gaze. Into your entire being. 

Nearly every part of you wanted to trade your inhibition for everything you heart yearned for. Give into what you really wanted. 

But your brain yanked you back. 

With a forced breath of a laugh, you pushed your hand up to pat him on his chest, finding the distance between it and pulling away. 

“It’s getting late and I know we both have an early morning.” 

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THE WAYNE GALA ──CLARK KENT!

2025!clark kent x reader 1.5k fluff

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It was strange being on this side of the world. No longer behind the camera or article or the comfort of your words. You blended in well in the mix of people you’d usually be writing about, yet you still felt like an outlier. 

You lingered on the outskirts, a watchful wallflower observing the event. A few danced, most talked. Drinks in their hands with not a single care in the world. You wondered where you fit in, no face in the crowd spark familiarity in you. 

You were only left to twist the champagne flute in your hands, holding onto it like it was your life-line. You had half a thought to turn around and leave. 

It’s not like anyone would miss you. 

You felt a surge move through your feet as you spotted the nearest door, but like weights suddenly fell onto your toes, you were halted in your spot. 

A familiar face. 

He lingered on the farther side of the room with seemingly the same idea as you, lingering towards the outskirts, briskly smiling at the people passing by. 

Yet somehow, all ideas of escaping this party evaded your mind when meeting Clark’s gaze. 

The eye of a hurricane, the calm in the middle of muddled chaos. 

Your feet found purpose again, not letting you think before they pushed you in his direction. Maybe now would finally be your chance, mend the tension an–

“You know I didn’t invite you to be a reporter right?” 

Your eyes widened, brows shooting up at the man who now stood in front of you. 

Never could you look this man in the eye and mistake him for anyone else. “Mister Wayne!” 

A charming smile danced across his lips as he took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I will say, it is refreshing to finally place such a beautiful face to a name.” 

None of the tabloids or magazines could’ve prepared you this. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Wayne.” 

“Please, my staff calls me Mister Wayne. You,” he gave you a once over, “can call me Bruce.” 

You smiled. It didn’t meet your eyes nor was it forced. Rather unsure. Nearly scrutinizing if you weren’t in such a state of shock. 

“Right…” you finally spoke. “Your invite was generous, Bruce. I’m honored to be here.” 

He opened his mouth, more praises or what you could assume was flirting ready to move past his lips as easily as water flows from a cup. But he was interrupted, a man with silvered hair whispering something into his ear. 

“I’m so sorry to leave like this,” he smiled, his charm rolling off in droves. “I’d love to continue this conversation if you’d find it in your evening.” 

You nodded shortly, unable to find your words. 

Bruce was gone as quickly as he came but your eyes stayed with him, following as he carried himself up a set of stairs, elevating himself above the mass congregation. 

There was a hush that moved across the crowd as the man made himself seen, champagne flute held high in his grasp. 

“A toast for tonight. Thank you all for coming out tonight and all those who have contributed to where we are. Hard work takes us great distances, so let's drink to that—” he tipped his glass to you, nodding at you with suggestion in his eyes, “and maybe just a little to ourselves.” 

You followed the crowd, lifting your glass towards the man, but your movements were staggered and slow. His eyes seemed to burn into you before they swept over the room, finding another target. 

Your eyes tracked, following his line of sight to find Clark at the end of his gaze. 

His expression seemed to wear the same sentiment as you: unsure if he was finding some secret undertone to the billionaire’s words. 

You only looked away when a man, the same silver-haired man from before, showed at your side. 

“Master Wayne wishes to meet you in his study.” 

The man held up an empty silver tray to you, motioning for you to place it down and follow him. So you did, clueless but on his heel as he led you away from the party and into a tucked away room. 

It was dimly lit with more books lining the shelves than you could count. You stood awkwardly in the door, your shadow casting its shape across the room as you looked back to the man. 

“Master Wayne will be with you shortly.” 

With a swift nod, he ducked out of the room, leaving you alone in the quiet room, the door cracked open only a sliver. 

You could only wonder how long you waited, racking through all of the possibilities in your mind. Why were you invited? What did Bruce Wayne want with you? Why did he want you here in this room?

How long were you expected to wait here?

Did you make a mistake in coming?

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” 

Light flooded into the room, another shadow revealing itself to you, urging you to turn around, startled. 

“It wasn’t my intention.” 

“It’s okay,” you lied. “I wasn’t waiting long. I’m just…confused.” 

He dipped his head down, not in confusion, but expectantly. “Confused.” Not a question. A statement. 

You paused, searching for other words, alternative words before deciding you couldn’t find any. “Why did you invite me here tonight, Mister Wayne?” 

The man pursed his lips, placing his glass on a nearby side table. His tone was different now, darker. Not threatening, but a seriousness he didn’t let out in front of his other guests. 

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. Your work is…impressive to say the least.” 

You dipped your head down, a confused frown finding you. “My work? With the Daily Planet?” 

He trailed closer to you, enticing you to take small steps back. “That blog of yours. It’s very…up close. Personal.” 

Your brows dipped down. “Personal?” 

He sighed. “I’ve read your personal articles and believe me, you have many. Out of most people in the city, even Clark Kent, you were the first to ever get an interview with the man in red. What’s your secret?” 

He seemed to tower over you, his shadow casting its own over your silhouette. 

But you didn’t let yourself falter. You only shrugged your shoulders a mere inch. “Right place, right time I guess.” 

His eyes narrowed on you. It was subtle, more of a twitch, revealing his slowly peeling frustration. “I’m–I’m having a hard time believing that.” 

Your eyes flickered to the crack in the door then back to him. “I don’t–I don’t know what else to tell you.” 

You slipped from where he stood over you, beelining to the door before you felt the grasp of a hand on his wrist. 

“How much?” 

His words were devoid of any of the charm you’d been introduced to. 

“Excuse me?” 

He looked at you, really looked at you, eyes bearing into your soul. 

“How much do I have to pay you for it all? The man in red. His secrets, his weaknesses…his identity. I know you know it. How much?” 

His eyes revealed all that he tucked away from you. From everyone. Paranoia and desperation. 

“...thank you for the night, Mister Wayne.” 

You jerked your arm away from him, your wrist taking an ache of pain as you rubbed at it.  

And you walked away in search of the rest of the party. 

Ready to leave. Ready to accept failure of tonight. You wonder what Lois would’ve done. 

But you halted in your steps when you saw a man with the same plan as you. 

Clark was making his way to the exit, his interest no longer in the event. 

Your steps were mindless and quickened, just a pace short of chasing after him.

You refused to let this night be a complete failure. You didn’t know the next time your brain would allow you to do this. 

“Clark,” your hand fell on his forearm, stopping him in his steps. When he turned to see you, his brows shot up, eyes like a deer caught in headlights. “Do you have time for one more dance?” 

You’d expected some large twist of your insides or a great bout of anxiety to sweep you clean off your feet. Instead, just from the surprised look in Clark’s eyes fading into ease, you felt your entire being take some breath of relief. 

Wordlessly, the two of you took to the floor, a simple sway back and forth. No calculating words, no endlessly thinking of what to say next. It was a silent understanding between the two of you that things might be okay. 

“I’m sorry,” you spoke eventually. “For what I said that day. You didn’t deserve that, Clark.” 

You felt him breathe. A deep inhale meeting a deep exhale. “I forgave you a long time ago.” 

You looked up to him, almost startled by the words. Looking in his eyes, so many thoughts rushed forward. The common denominator of them all? You didn’t deserve someone as kind as Clark. 

But you settled on something simpler than that. Lighter than that. 

“Friends,” you offered.

“...friends.” 

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WE EQUATE TO LOVERS - Johnny Storm

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Shy!Reader

Summary: hired as Reed's assistant to help him in the lab, you're not a people person. And you're definitely not a Johnny person. Yet, when he starts coming by constantly, you can't help but ask yourself if he's just being nice, or if what you're starting to feel is real.

Warnings: f4 spoilers, post movie, emotional mild hurt/fluff, extrovert x introvert, friends to lovers, shy tendencies, overthinking, anxiety, self doubt/depreciation, johnny being down bad, heavy makeout sesh, eventual confessions, eventual romance

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"Yes she's my assistant, but she's not up for unnecessary chat, do you have that clear?" He wagged a finger aggressively for Johnny as he sighed dramatically with a hint of defeat though even he knew he wouldn't back down if he got the chance to bother his in-law.

"Hey man, I don't flirt with every single woman I come across. Just the interesting ones-"

"Well you don't flirt with this one at all, because she won't want to talk to you in the first place" he sighs, turning on his heel to approach his lab again, papers in hand that also have your application of a brand new assistant.

Ever since the whole incident with Galactus had happened, Sue had encouraged (begged) Reed to find some way to take a break and get more time with Franklin than with saving the world.

So he landed on the smart idea of an assistant. He found one almost immediately when his eyes landed on your resume full of courses you'd taken, classes completed and the sciences being a full time job of exploration for you.

He knew with one scan that this wasn't just a career. It was everything to you, just like they were to him. You were a special one- and he wasn't gonna give that up because Johnny couldn't keep his words, and hands, to himself.

When you first walked into the Baxter building, it was safe to say your jaw had dropped in amazement at the size. It was almost overwhelming to see it in person.

Getting lucky enough to finally get a good solid job off your resume you worked years to polish with a renowned scientist teaching you and getting to see his projects?

You'd think you might finally be seeing the light.

This was your holy grail- beep beep

A- a robot..? You were taking in the view you didn't realize the little robot that had come up to you, waving with his tiny hand and gesturing for you to follow. You were in for a ride.

When you got to the door, Reed had shook your hand as you managed to contain your excitement to a smile and not shaky hands (it was almost impossible), and he had given you a tour of the whole place, up and down. The living quarters where your room would be next to Mr Storms, the kitchen you could get food at any time, the multiple bathrooms scattered around which him and Sue had built early on.

Just as you were almost done the tour, grazing through some of his projects and skimming through the detailed formulas, you heard footsteps approaching and the air get extremely humid very quickly.

"Reed! You finally brought her-"

When you turned around, he couldn't help but shut himself up when he saw you.

It was like a.. twinkle in his eye. Like he knew, the first time seeing you that you were it for him. He was already falling.

Like that singular strand of hair over your face. The way you wouldn't admit it, but your cheeks lit when you saw just how stunning he was in person. How your eyes longed and sucked him in immediately.

You stood, eyes wide in shock, nervous, definitely nervous to be near the Johnny Storm.

Boisterous, loud, womanizer and non-stop talker that he was. It scared you, but you couldn't deny the charming looks and the confidence oozing out of him like second skin- well, until he met eyes with you.

Oh.. maybe he didn't like you? Maybe women who weren't his type just got in the way.

Little did you know, his heart was skipping beats like no tomorrow. His flames grew hotter, and somehow he was flushed to the tips of his ears like a schoolboy witnessing his first crush again.

He smelt burning. Was his hair burning?

"Johnny.. meet my new assistant" Reed attempted to break the ice, ending up with you sporting a very awkward smile, and Johnny giving one back.

You had already messed this up haven't you, god-

"You're- pretty, very, I mean, haha! Pretty! Woman- you are. Jesus" he left the room in a rush, brushing the hair out of his face in a flurry to stop the sweat beading down his neck.

Stuttering? When had this man stuttered in his life over a woman? Let alone Reed's new assistant! First he was going to get pummeled by him, then Sue, maybe Franklin next. And then you.. with that look and that shy demeanour that made your shoulders shrink.

He wanted to see it again.

The next few days were spent solely in Reed's lab. You refused to exit unless you desperately needed something that science couldn't provide you.

Breakfast was short and easy. Lunch was a sandwich made hastily with crooked meat thrown on and cheese that wasn't the right one, but you hadn't time to change it anyways.

Dinner.. well. Dinner was spent with the rest of them, and somehow, a constant locking of eyes with the blonde that sat across the table.

Sue would ask the questions, but Reed would always answer because you chose to stay quiet and everyone knew that Reed didn't just interrupt for anyone.

You spoke up when she asked how your day was, Ben poking a threat at you that you better like his food with a small laugh. But Johnny never took initiative to spark a conversation.

Not until he found you stored up in the lab.

"So this is what you've been up to, sugar?" His voice was loud and very recognizable, echoed off of each glass vile stored in there with the utmost precision and perfection.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to find him there, smile wide and a hand holding his chin while he leaned on a desk nearby.

You only nodded, turning back to distract yourself.

"I just uh- wanted to say sorry for the sudden compliments.. probably overwhelming to you and I realize that now, just.. wanted to start off a little simpler."

You poured one test tube into the other before he came up on the other side, eyes focused on the concoction you were making up.

"this for one of your experiments? Or for the lab grump?" You huffed out a tiny laugh at that, making his eyes sparkle at the sound, giddy that he'd been able to cheer you up a bit.

"It's for Reed- he's been working on stabilizing the teleportation so it doesn't take up as much energy as it has before" He nodded along, acting like he was listening and not just staring at your lips.

You added, "But the test tubes? Those are mine." he observed the way your fingers poured one into the next, took a pencil and wrote things down.

"What does the Johnny Storm have bursting into the lab at this time?" You almost shied away from asking, but you were genuinely curious as to the time this man had in his schedule to be talking to you.

"I- uh.. hah, honestly- just wanted to see you again." He tried to shrug it off casually, but he had to keep his hands away from the countertops in case something else of his decided to light itself again. He didn't want explosions other than the hair on top of his head.

You attempted to hide a smile at his confession, since when has this happened to you? You almost didn't want to believe him, gaze settling anywhere but his dead on.

"Now, if I let you hold this, do not heat it up, alright?" He stood straight and nodded eagerly

"Got it!" With a playful salute.

Every since that day in the lab, he had almost clung to you like a puppy. You wanted a snack from the kitchen?

You were already there, putting together one of your weird uneven sandwiches, until he scooped in behind you and took it, "Here, let me show you how it's done" with a wink.

It only took him about a minute, crafting and bantering with you while he did so, fist-pumping Herbie for handing him the right cheese.

It was a pretty good sandwich.

Movie nights with the team usually happened on weekends, Franklin tucked and soundly asleep. Usually, Johnny would've made do and sat by Ben. But tonight, he was curled up weirdly close to your side.

"D'you want some popcorn, sugar?" He'd whisper, just raspy enough by your ear for you to catch it and reach in, hand grazing his own. For the first time you had ever been near him that close physically, he was warm.

Almost welcoming, and soft for a man who lit on fire. It set something inside you alight too. A knowing. Creeping in, deep in the pit of your stomach you were losing the battle to time and patience of liking him.

"Chocolate?" He asked as he reached a hand out, offering you a piece of his own.

This- this was your favorite chocolate?

And he knew that. You'd mentioned it a few days ago off handedly to Reed when nagging him about how he'd sneak a piece when no one but you was looking and announced your favorite. He'd never admit it, but he listened more than you thought.

You took up his offer again, and your touch lightly meshed with his fingertips when he passed it over. You froze in your seat at the images popping up in your head.

You wanted to put your head on his shoulder- but you'd resist it.

You'd act casual, stay calm, try to keep your vitals down and act normal.

And still, the two of you got closer. Off time spent travelling to bakeries on breaks while you got a whiff of fresh air and sunlight, drinking in his boyish laugh and gentlemanly tendencies when he'd open a door and say, "m'lady" with a bow.

Until a harsh realization began to sink.

It had been going good until an interview you had passed by on the living room television, Johnny standing tall, stance playful and grin wide to appease the shrieking girls that lined the back of the camera, streets full and compact as his hands rested on both hips.

"So, Johnny, what can you tell us as of lately on your love life? As single as ever?" The journalist held the mic close, and you could see the twitch in his eye before he went back to his charming smirk as they shrieked again, shaking his head as he looked down like he was reigning defeat.

"Now, now. You know I don't answer these questions on the air. These poor girls- what are you trying to do?" He laughed, bold and gave her his classic wink and ooze of charm before flaming up and flying away

The angle they showed gave you a quick span at all the girls that had lined up, magazines, mini storms and posters that had him plastered like their favorite little collectible.

Their hair was done up.. makeup flawless and bases shiny. Their dresses were rich of color that spoke of knowing how to come off nicely, heels, jewelry, the whole collection.

And who were you?

A little scientist Reed had scouted to do your science project along with his.

Not some model type girl. Not the flawlessly pretty, easily confident and flowy ones that crowded and observed his every move? How would you even admit you were falling for him in a sea of all the others?

You wouldn't.

No, you couldn't. He liked space, and he liked women, but..

Not the type who would spend all day in the lab, dark circles and hair barely brushed, eager to get back to the workspace. Not the ones that analyzed deliberately, for enjoyment and for success that had you on the tips of your toes.

The fashion ones maybe. He'd like a girl who baked him cookies and tucked him into bed-

So you ignored him.

Avoided, moreso.

And it got harder each time. More noticable.

The dinner table became harder to sit at when he tried to make conversation and you just spaced out, faraway smiles and hollower laughs. Reed almost let himself give way to asking about it- but Sue's hand on his thigh made him do a take back and realize what he was going to say was wrong in the moment.

She mouthed small affirmations to ease his nerves a bit.

In the bathroom where once he might've snuck in to spare a glance at your tied up messy hair, over the shoulder shirt while you brushed your teeth and splattered words out over the toothpaste with a slap of his chest at his stupid dad jokes and weird humor.

Now, it was already dark and scented by the time he'd gotten there. He could still sense your presence in there. Shampoo faintly lingering, clean, somewhat soft and warm familiarity that stuck to your clothing after a wash.

He missed it all- but most, the little talks you squeezed in with him while in the lab. Things may have exploded once or twice, a third from a heated hand reaction to a very sensitive mix.

Now, he started to get anxious when he entered. Almost nauseous, a sense of not wanting to mess it up with you when he finally found you. But before he could enter, Sue interrupted his thoughts in the hallway.

"Johnny?" Sue called out, softly as she rubbed a hand down his back.

She asked it like she'd always known, "What's on your mind?"

"I-" he hesitated with a huff, knowing she'd see through it if he lied anyways.

"Her. She- she started avoiding me and I.. I dunno what I did. I thought we were going good?"

*So it just happened one day? Like a switch?"

"Yeah! And I.. I didn't want to let that personality get in the way- cameras and journalists. We had our talks, personal and I liked them. I actually.. looked forward to them and now- now something's missing." Sweeping his hair back with his hand, he rubbed his eyes with a tiredness that spoke of confusion and prolonged agony.

Sue nodded along, as she knew just how all the fans could get and how he came off, although deep down he was very sensitive- genuine and soft, through and through Johnny was a family man.

But that wasn't obvious to everyone. She knew that. Knew the opinions, the views, the big posters and what they showed.

And Sue had started to know you. She saw the ponder. She saw the border of overthinking cross it's line. You were like a tiny reflection of her husband in the way his mind always got the best of him before someone could show him the way back.

"Not to bring it up, but, I heard the news going a couple days ago- I forgot to turn it off because I went to check on Franklin, but when I came out, she was there listening. Almost starstruck while staring at it."

The realization started to kick in when he glared behind him to see you staring back, hastily turning away from his line of sight and tensing like you'd stumbled across something you shouldn't have.

"Oh. Oh."

"Crowds of ladies don't mix with a little scientist and a brain that's built with doubt. She might just be.. scared." Baby monitor in her hand, Franklin started to whine.

"Scared?" It came out desperate, like he just needed to grasp whatever he was missing. That one puzzle piece to put it all back together like it was.

"Of what is truly there between you two. Not the fans. Not the articles. You, and her."

That night, Johnny had come up with the best stealth mission of finding where you'd hidden yourself this time around.

He knew it wasn't your bedroom, too early. He could've knocked.

Not the kitchen nor living room, too obvious, spoke too loud and petty. Left nothing to the imagination.

You'd never think of the bathroom, too stuffy and easily caught.

Until he thought of the balcony.

"I like the stars" he announced, making your knuckles grip the rails a little tighter when you realized he had finally caught you.

"They make me feel like I've got someone sometimes. I can talk to them." As he got closer, his voice got quieter. More.. peaceful, though you stayed silent.

"And.. I want to be that someone."

You looked at him.

"I know...I know that's not your thing. It might be too far. But I don't want you to shy away from me. Not the things we shared. Behind the looks and tiny smiles, you spoke out to me."

He continued, passionate and earnest

"No matter what those interviews say- what you think of those girls and their collections-"

"Wouldn't you be better off with someone like them?" You interrupted, trying not to come off as mean, but biting your lip to hold back tears wasn't helping the tone and the way it happened to slip out.

He stayed quiet for a second too long, wide eyes and mouth slightly ajar.

"fluffy hair, dressed in their cute sundresses and bowties. They're nice. Heels and all. The better choice. Easier." You said it like it was fact- like you were already certain he'd chosen them.

"I don't want easier. I don't want flawless and perfect- I want those morning's with your laugh that makes Reed choke on his food because he never expects it. The one that makes Ben smile though he doesn't admit it, and how you'll insult his cooking just to see him pout funny,"

"they're not the better choice- no, you're the only choice. Do you think they clean my vinyls when I don't notice? Make me special hand protectors and Franklin fireproof baby shirts? Not those girls. You do"

You almost couldn't believe it, though his eyes were glassy and his hands desperate to grab onto you again. To find you in your mind that swam one hundred miles per hour.

"It's always been you." He whispered, strained and raw.

Still a little unsure, you gripped the fabric of his collar, pulling him in closer to you.

"Then.. then show me, Johnny. How much I mean to you" And with that, your lips collided.

It wasn't hungry, or quick. It was slow. It was like the both of you had broken down the barriers and everything failed to come out before was spilling in hidden feelings and covered confessions in the way gentleness carved itself into the mold of your lips.

His fingers held your jaw, crawling up behind your neck to deepen the kiss and find his tongue exploring your mouth with unexpected fervor. He cradled you closer, not wanting to part, last forever with you intertwining with him in shared saliva and swollen lips at the gesture.

You gasped into it, knuckles tightening onto the hem of his shirt for dear life, dissolving into the way he slotted against you so perfectly and took you into his arms like he'd needed it to survive- and maybe, just maybe he did.

Before pulling away completely, he pressed a peck to your lips again, then below your jaw, up to your ear. You giggled at the sensation, and he laughed back, delighted to finally have the moment with you.

He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes finally connected and noses bumping. "I'm never letting you go, you know that?"

"even if Reed says so?" He smiled widely at that. And with a firm nod of his head,

"Even then."

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Someone help me treat my writers block. I know what I need/want to write but I can’t write itttt 😭

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- July Fanfic Recomendations.

Notes: as u can see this was very much Clark's month. also, it's a miracle I found some dick grayson fics 'cause usually that tag is hell to sort trough. And do take the lowercase tags with a grain of salt, it really is more to indicate the vibe of a fic than anything else.

F: fluff | S: smut | A: angst f: feel good or happy ending, not necesarally fluffy | s: suggestive, not full out smut | a: more of a tense/neutral vibe or maybe small little angst moment, but more chill than actual angst

DC Universe

- Clark Kent

✧ (If I could) Hold you for a minute @/alwritey-aphrodite [F]

✧ We should just kiss like real people do @/↑ [F]

✧ hair falling into place like dominos @/↑ [F]

✧ Star Buster (part VIII) @/kirietown [A]

✧ Sitting on clark's lap @/wingfleur [F] [s]

✧ What a nerd @/plaidcowboy [F]

✧ Clingy Clark @/↑ [F]

✧ A kindness to heavy for heaven @/ay0nha

✧ Professional @/oneofstarkskids [F]

✧ No strings attached... unless? @/kryptoclark [F] [A] [S]

✧ Eyes like pretty lights @/fawnindawn [F]

✧ Keep it low @/yoxiaogi [F] [a]

✧ Lovesick @/hearts4hughes [F]

✧ Phases of love @/↑ [F] [A]

✧ The necklace @/404superman [S]

✧ You are in love @/bodhiscurls [F]

✧ Kiss me like nobody else does @/jayblades [s]

✧ His kryptonite @/artethyst [F]

✧ Touch tank @/rosesaints [S] [A] [f]

✧ You waited for me @/lazysoulwriter [F]

✧ The theory of goodness series @/messylxve

✧ Just one @/geminiwritten [F] [S]

- Dick Grayson

✧ Busy Woman P.2 @/peacefulbanshee [f] [s]

✧ Date crasher @/kthologue [f]

✧ Will they wont they @/↑ [f] [s]

- Jimmy Olsen

✧ Hard to get @/theshiniestgemstone [f]

Marvel

- Yelena Belova

✧ Her night nurse @/lolab4t [f]

✧ Oh... @/amnxp [A]

- Bob Reynolds

✧ Polaroid @/54nboo [a]

Teen Wolf

- Stiles Stiliski

✧ We're dating? @/star-girl-05 [f]

Riordanverse

- Percy Jackson

✧ We both like apple cider @/xoxochb [f] [a]

✧ Pearl diver @/bambihearteds [F]

Twisters

- Scott Miller

✧ The law of physics @/inknopewetrust [S] [A] [f]

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PHOENIXED SPARK [ SNEAK PEEK ]

2025!johnny storm x reader

Maybe it was fate. Some divine hand putting Johnny at the right place and the right time. Twisting two roads in a hope they might meet and converge. 

Maybe it was a domino effect, a series of seemingly unconnected actions that led Johnny to being in this store at this time. One different action leaving a long line ahead unfallen. 

Or maybe it was just a coincidence. Johnny didn’t know. All he did know was he wasn’t the one to usually do the weekly grocery shopping. 

But Ben was busy today and Johnny long owed him a favor. So here he was, trying to remember what kind of apple Reed specifically asked for. 

That’s when he saw you by the oranges. 

He blinked once. Then twice, convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him again; a figment and projection of what he missed the most. 

But you were still there and somehow despite you looking so different since the last time his eyes graced your presence, nothing about you had changed. 

His body jerked forward before he stumbled back to where his feet planted to the ground. Hesitation seizing his body. He could feel his heart squeeze in his chest. 

With a breath of courage, he pushed forward and spoke your name, moving past his lips like a song he never forgot how to sing, no matter how long it had been. 

When you turned around, meeting the blue eyes you once called home, you felt every inch of you freeze up. 

“Johnny?” 

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omg i love you so much, i’m in desperate need for more clark kent x reader stories and seeing your series was like seeing the light at the end of a tunnel. take your time and don’t get burnt out cutie!!! love the series so much 🫶🏼🫶🏼

omg you have no clue how much this means to meee tysmm <3

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Hey, just wanted to let you know that I'm obsessed with your Theory of Goodness series, and say that your writing is fantastic. I hope you have a great day ☺️

you're so sweet tysmmmm <3333

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clark kent blurb──oceans away

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smthn cute and short to keep us going until i finish the next part

His breath was swept away every time he saw you. It was an unfortunate sacrifice that came with being absolutely utterly enamored by you. 

But you’d never know. He decided it was one of the many details of his life that you’d never have the burden of learning. 

From the way his eyes trailed after you whenever you walked in a room. The way all of the sense in his mind would be stolen away just by your presence alone. The way he’d go weak in the knees whenever your gaze would find him for too long—whether he was Superman or Clark.

But you’d never know. 

You couldn’t ever know. Not when you despised Clark in the ways you did. He let it simmer, a love that bubbled dangerously close to the edge of a pot but never over. 

Fear of overstepping. Fear of his other half becoming another piece of him you hated. 

You couldn’t know and it was a painful truth he’d accepted all too soon. 

Even now, watching you step into the room, draped in the black he suggested. A few eyes fell on you from across the room, but none looked at you like he did. 

It was like a knee-jerk reaction to flock to your side, slip his arm into yours to be at your side for the remainder of the night. 

But he remembered where he was. Who he was. 

He wasn’t Superman. You didn’t look at Clark the way you looked at Superman. No love or admiration. No comfort and a place for peace.

 Just distance. 

No longer was it disdain or annoyance. It was only distance. Two magnets flipped to the wrong side. 

He didn’t understand it. But he took it in stride and granted you your distance. 

No matter the events of that night, he still found himself watching you. Missing you. Missing the side of you he got when he was Superman. Wishing he was donned in the blue and red so he’d greet you with a smile. 

And so when the night came to an end, with only that weight in his heart that heavied more each time he saw you, he prepared for his departure for the night. 

The last thing he expected to see was you with hopeful eyes, mistied with preceded anxiety. 

“Clark,” you called, hand reaching out and touching his forearm, a little out of breath. “Do you have time for one more dance?”

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The whole “boyfriend taps your window late at night and comes into your room after patrolling” trope is so back!!!

I used to eat that up with Peter Parker back then, and now we have Clark Kent and Johnny Storm who can just fly to your balcony/fire exit and be like ‘hey :)’ and omg I’m just giggling and kicking my feet!!

Life is worth living 🫶🏼

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BEFORE & AFTER PARTY ──SUPERMAN!

2025!superman x reader 1.9k fluff

!spoiler-free for the 2025 Superman movie!

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Your apartment was an absolute mess. You were a mess. There wasn’t a spot in your room that didn’t have some article of clothing strewn across it as you frantically ran through it, trying to find some sense to it. 

All while Superman watched with his dumb amused grin. 

He remained out of your way, lingering in the doorway of your balcony as he watched your chaos. 

“Why me,” you exclaimed suddenly, ducking into your bathroom. “Why not Cat or, or Lois. Lois is a better fit for these fancy formal events, not me!” 

A breathy laugh left the man as he hung his head to hide his impossibly bigger smile. “Bruce Wayne invited you for a reason, I’m sure you’re overthinking it.” 

You stepped out from the bathroom, lifting your arms in display to silently ask the man for his opinion. 

“I like this one,” he smiled. “It compliments you well.” 

If looks could kill, yours would be kryptonite. 

The man’s smile dropped as you glared at him, your left eye twitching incessantly. “What?”

You groaned loudly and threw your head back. “You’re not helping.” 

“Did I say something wrong?” 

“Yes,” you exclaim. “You just told me I look nice in everything I tried on.” 

He pursed his lips together. “But you do…” 

You clasped your fingers together behind your neck, muttering quietly under your breath about how you’d hurt him if he wasn’t invincible. You knew he could hear you. You didn’t care. 

“How about this one,” he pointed out, gently lifting a black fabric from the couch. “I don’t think you’ve tried it on yet.” 

You hesitated as he held it up for you with utmost care. “I’m not sure,” you trailed, wrinkling your nose at it. Not in disgust but apprehensively. “I don’t really look good in black.” 

He dipped his head in a teasing disbelief. “Who told you that?” 

“My mom.” 

Superman said nothing to that, knowing it was a touchy subject. Instead he nodded at it with a hopeful smile. 

“Try everything at least once, right?” 

There was hesitation as you reached out for it, but you did take it. 

There was no shouting from behind doors, the apartment was utterly silent as he waited for you. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking up to the ceiling before he heard the creaking of your bathroom door being pushed open. 

With everything else you tried on for the superhero (that definitely didn’t have to be there) you got the same reaction: a warm smile and general compliment. This time however, it was different. 

The moment you stepped out from behind the door, his jaw fell agape, just enough for you to notice. No matter how expansive his lungs were to deliver his freeze breath on a normal day, nothing could have prepared him for the way his breath was knocked clear out his chest. He could deliver no compliment nor did he find it in him to search for his usually witty quip. Superman was stricken completely and utterly speechless. All because of you. 

“Gee you look, I mean, you look…wow…” 

You frowned. “Is that a bad wow…?” 

His brows shot up, but any quick attempts to reassure you faded away. He could only gently shake his head. “No, it's…it’s a beautiful wow…You look beautiful.” 

You felt your brows dip down at his words, lost in the way he seemed to be lost in your presence. 

“S’not every day Superman calls you beautiful,” you could only joke., all other words lost in translation between your brain and mouth. 

“I mean it,” he assures. 

You wonder how long you would’ve stood there, opposite sides of the room yet never feeling closer. You only looked away because of the sudden ringing of your phone. 

He watched as you picked up the phone, taking slow steps back out your balcony door. 

You hung up. “So my ride should be here—”

But when you turned around, he was gone. “in 30 minutes…”   

There was only the open door as proof he was ever there. 

Night was well set in and you had no clue what time it was when you finally leaned up against that elevator wall. 

However despite the quietness of the dwindling night, you felt the pattering feeling within your chest, the sweatiness from your palm. You couldn’t even sit still long enough without fiddling with your fingers or running a tired hand across your face. 

Tonight was…good. You did something good. You mended what you broke. But now that left you with that lingering feeling you felt every time you were with Clark. Only now it was worse. Butterflies in your stomach traded for crazed birds. The beating in your chest traded for drums. You get the picture. 

You and Clark were friends now. Nothing more, nothing less. 

So why did your heart choose to add all of these extra confusing feelings behind it? And why did your brain choose to punish the rest of you for these feelings? 

All you wanted to do was curl up and disappear away from the world. Forget your problems and sleep forever. All of the clothes strewn around your house be damned. 

But when you pushed your door open, the first thing you noticed was the red and blue awaiting you, just behind your balcony window with a soft smile. 

But you still welcomed it. You could never picture yourself annoyed, not when it came to him. With a reciprocal smile, you motioned for him to let himself in. 

He was taller than the frame, bending over to fit past the door with an apologetic smile on his face. “I realize now this looks kinda creepy,” he laughed sheepishly. “I didn’t properly say goodbye before I just left. It was rude of me.” 

You huffed out a laugh, tossing your finally discarded shoes somewhere in the room. “You? Rude? I can’t even dream of that day.” 

You disappeared into your room, changing immediately into more comfortable clothes before reentering the rest of your apartment to see Superman with the gentlest hands, gathering every single piece of clothing thrown in your living room, on his arm. 

“Ummm, what are you doing,” you ask with a smile that snuck up on you. 

He lifted what he held in his hands. “Helping you pick up.” 

You lingered in the doorway, watching as he carefully picked everything, inspecting and folding it nicely. He held it as if it was strung together by gold, with such care and precision. 

You had to wonder how men like him even existed. 

“Are you gonna ask me,” you’d eventually ask him as he held out every bit of clothing that littered your living room in his hands. 

He smiled at you, confused as you slipped the clothes out of his hand and placed them in your room—with him, ever the gentleman, lingering back in the living room. “Ask you what?” 

He was playing dumb. You knew he was. 

“About my night. The notorious Wayne Gala.” 

His brows shot up in mock surprise. “You went to the gala tonight?” 

“Shut up,” you laughed, smacking his arm before wandering over to the couch, gesturing for him to follow. 

“How was the gala,” he finally asked, settling next to you. He wasn’t completely relaxed sitting next to you. An unconscious part of him tensing just at your proximity. Something that never ceased to go away no matter who he was. 

“It went…” you paused, tilting your head in thought. “It wasn’t terrible. Bruce Wayne is just as much of a playboy as the tabloids say.”

He raised his brows at that. “He didn’t invite you there just to flirt with you, did he?” 

You cut him a glance, a hint of humor arising, but you let it be. “No…he had a reason for inviting me.” 

The man looked at you curiously, his arm touching yours where you met at the center of your couch. “And that reason would be?” 

You thought back to your conversation with the oddly illusive man. The questions he asked you with very little explanation for his curiosity. You frowned. 

“Interest in the Daily Planet, I guess,” you shrugged. “Maybe he wants to add it to his monopoly board.” 

He saw your lie. Your hesitation. But he didn’t say anything about it. 

“There was one thing,” you trailed, grabbing his attention as you sunk into the couch , crossing your legs. 

“With…Wayne?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek. “No. It’s,” you paused, rearranging your words a million times over in your head. “I finally got over myself and fixed things with that one guy from work.” 

Clark blinked, surprised that he was the culprit of this conversation. “Yeah?” His voice was strained only by the smallest degree. 

“I just…I don’t know.” You held your tongue. You could feel the words, admitting every complex emotion that hid behind his name. But it built a dam. Your mouth wouldn’t let you speak. “I finally did something right, but I still feel like shit. I still feel like a shitty person.” 

You sighed and leaned into him, your head touching his shoulder and leaving him ever hyperaware of the fact. 

“How do you do it,” you whisper to him. 

He looked down to you, his tenseness fading at your question. “Do what?” 

You looked up, not at him, but looked up helplessly as you allowed a fraction of your grievances to slip through. “Be so perfect. You hold the weight of the entire city on your back all while being such a good person every single day without fail. … How do you do it?” 

Silence settled. He held his breath. You were prepared for no answer at all. 

“I don’t.” 

Your response was slow. Delayed. Pulling yourself up from where you were to look at him. “...what?” 

“I don’t,” he repeated, his voice firmer in his statement. “I’m not perfect.” 

“I’ve seen you, the way you save every living being in this city. The way you grant forgiveness to everyone who’s wronged you. The, the way you see goodness in every little thing you find.” 

“And who’s to say I don’t mess up,” he asked. “I screw up, all the time. Trust me.” 

You felt as he moved his hands, slipping his into yours with a firm yet gentle hold. “I think…I think we aren’t defined by the mistakes we make or how many times we’ve messed up. We’re defined by how we act on those mistakes. How we get up. How we move forward.”  

If someone were to ask you ‘when was the exact moment you realized you fell for Superman?’ you’d point to this exact moment. No grand gestures, no meet-cutes, no flirting. Just genuine words. 

You find that the heart wants what it wants, no matter how much the brain will punch, kick and scream. Your brain knew there was no logic to any of this, but it couldn’t control the way your heart now went erratic around Superman just as it did around Clark and you had no clue what to do with it.

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thank you so much for all the love, it means sosososososo much to me <3

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you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

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BLAMED TENSION ──CLARK KENT!

2025!clark kent x reader 1.6k rivals to lovers

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Everything was weird now and it was all your fault. Tension through the office was high, both you and Clark walking eggshells around each other and everyone else feeling the ramifications of it. 

“So um,” Lois mumbled from behind her coffee mug. “What’s up with you and Clark?” 

The breakroom was empty save for the two of you. You were in there first, likely to get away from the conversation that hung not too far from your desk between Jimmy and Clark. Lois came soon in after, making herself an entirely too sugary cup of coffee and leaning up on the counter behind you. 

You paused your mindless invisible doodles on the old worn table. “What do you mean?” 

Looking up at the woman, she already met you with a single raised eyebrow and another sip from her mug. “Don’t play dumb with me. It’s below you.” 

You looked upward, not quite rolling your eyes but definitely wishing you were anywhere else right now. “Nothing ever gets past you, huh?” 

“Yup,” she quipped with a hint of smug left in her smile. “I can be just as stubborn as you. When I want to, that is.” 

You sighed. Looked left. Looked right. Then peeked out the doorway before motioning to the seat in front of you.  

The woman circled around you before pulling out the chair and settling in it, meeting you in the middle of where you leaned in. 

“I fucked up Lois. Bad.” 

The woman frowned, not expecting those words to fall from your mouth. The guilt in your eyes, the way your shoulders hung uncharacteristically. 

“What did you do? Clark’s…well Clark, it can’t be that bad.” 

You sighed, thinking about your words. “You remember when Perry sent me down to the basement like two weeks ago to help him with that janky old printer?” 

Lois’ brows burrowed down. “Yeah?” 

“I pretty much told him to fuck off.” 

You watched as her mouth fell open in shock before readjusting. “Why?” 

You shook your head with a shrug. “I panicked and freaked out. Like I always do. I can’t do anything right, especially when I’m like this.” 

“Like what?” 

You sighed, nibbling down on your bottom lip with hesitation. “Like…this is so dumb,” more silence came from you before you finally just pushed it out. “I think I have…feelings…for Clark…outside of the usual ‘I hate his stupid face and great interviews.’ I got stupid and didn’t know what to do with myself and my mouth moved faster than my brain and…I didn’t mean what I said.” 

Lois set her mug down on the table, visibly processing your words . “Have you considered just talking to him? Clark is one of the most forgiving people I know. I get a little worried about him because of it if I’m honest.” 

You shook your head. “I can’t. Everytime I’m around him I freeze up and over think everything and I end up saying or doing something stupid. Even if I did manage to say the right thing, maybe this is a sign or something.” 

Lois frowned. “A sign?” 

You shrugged, taking another anxious sip from your cup. “If I’m messing up now maybe it’s a sign that I’ll do it again. Clark’s just so sweet, he doesn’t deserve that. He deserves better than–,” 

Me. 

You swallowed the final word on your tongue, pulling back from the table to lean back in the chair. 

“I’m a mess. Clark doesn’t want that, trust me,” you forced a laugh, attempting to lighten the air. “I can barely deal with me.” 

Lois let out a small chuckle but it wasn’t real and you knew that. It was rather one of concern for you. A thousand words at the tip of her tongue that never made it out before she was interrupted. 

“I’m so sorry,” you looked down at your phone. “It’s my mom.” 

Lois smiled halfheartedly before nodding, taking her exit from the room. 

“Hey mom.” Your voice was tight while you seemed to wince, already coiling back from the conversation not yet had. 

“Hey sweetie, your father says I should apologize because I was apparently rude the other night, so” you heard her take a sigh, as if she was reciting something on a page. “I understand some of my words may have come across as harsh and your feelings were apparently hurt—even though what I had to say was true.” 

The line went silent for a moment outside of the quiet sound of her breathing as you waited for her to finish. But she never did. 

“Was that…all?” 

You heard her sigh from her end. “Yes. Was there anything else you wanted to hear?”

“...no Mom…thank you.”

“Mhm,” she hummed before her voice perked up suddenly. “Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about your brother’s wedding coming up next month. I was wondering if you had that plus one you promised me, a boyfriend maybe?”

“Mom,” you exclaimed, ducking your head away from the door as if anyone were to listen in. “I didn’t promise anything.”

You could practically hear her disappointment through her sigh. “Sweetie, I’m a little worried about you. When I was your age I was already married to your father and pregnant with your brother. At your rate you’ll be dying alone and me without grandkids.”

“Mom!”

“What,” she exclaimed, feigning innocence. “I’m only being realistic, dear.”

You bit the inside of your cheek contemplating something really stupid. The kind of stupid that left you already regretting your decision before it was even made. 

With a roll of your eyes and drawn out sigh, you push out your words with little care and great hesitation. “I have a date. I just–” you paused, already mentally punching yourself. “I just forgot to RSVP with a plus one.” 

There was some murmuring from her end, likely talking to your father before her voice returned to your ear. “That’s wonderful to hear, I can barely believe it!” 

You could feel the twitching of your left eye again. “Thanks mom,” you replied with a deep deadpan. 

“No really sweetie! Between your career choices and the way you present yourself, I thought this day would never come.” 

Your eyes glanced over to the window, wondering how much of a challenge it would be to leap through it.

 “I need to go.” Your response was short, eager to wrap up the conversation as any of them would end between your mother. “My boss is calling me.” 

“Right right, go back to your celebrity gossip. I’m sure it’s much more important or exciting than your little ol’ mom.” 

You clenched your jaw, holding back the urge to scream or even throw your phone. The window was becoming more and more enticing with every second of this interview. “Bye mom.” 

Hanging up, you were forced to meet the silence of the room, making you really marinate in this stupid and impulsive mood you pulled just to please your mother. 

“If only I were Superman,” you muttered, massaging your temples. “Superman would—,” 

The sound of your name split up your mutterings. You whipped your head up to the doorway, seeing the one person you had been avoiding all week. 

“Clark.” 

You startled yourself out of your seat, nearly knocking down your chair in the process all while he just kind of stared at you, like a deer in headlights: wide-eyed and somehow looking more startled than you. 

Then it settled in on you how long you had been in the break room. At least fifteen to twenty minutes now. 

Sure an intern or two or maybe even Jimmy were known to take a long break but not you. Never you. “I wasn’t supposed to break for this long, I’m heading back.” 

You were quick on your feet, taking your mug with you as you squeezed past the man out the door before you felt the gentle grasp of his hand holding yours. “Wait!” 

You paused, the two of you on either side of the doorway stuck so still it resembled a freeze frame. 

Clark looked to where your hands met, how your hand naturally curled into his without your knowing it. 

But he was the first to pull away. His ears tinged with the lightest hue of pink.

 “I mean…Perry wants us in his office…he didn’t say what for.” 

But neither of you moved for that moment. All you could feel was the intensity of his gaze and the tingling of your hand where he touched you. 

“Let’s not keep him waiting then.” 

The two of you moved in stride, unreadable expressions clear on your face. From your side, you clenched your hand open then shut, hoping to shake off the feeling he left behind. But he didn’t see. All he could see was your blank face avoiding his. 

And when he held the door open for you into his office, you didn’t see the way his eyes trailed after you. 

When the two of you walked into his office, Perry sat in his chair, inspecting a black slip off paper and its golden envelope. 

“You asked for us sir?” 

Looking up at the two of you, he turned the paper over for the two of you to hold. 

“Yes. As you know there’s the upcoming Wayne Charity Gala that’d usually include one of us there, standard business.” 

Your brow twitched down, looking at the invitation in Clark’s hand, unsure of where this conversation is going. 

“It seems, Mr. Wayne is extending exclusivities. He specifically wants the two of you there.” 

Clark dipped his head down in question. “As, as journalists, sir?” 

“As personal guests.” 

“...I’m sorry what?”

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superman imagine---moment's comfort

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Imagine superman comforting you on your balcony

The night’s cold, wind cutting harshly at your skin, but tonight you’d find it didn’t bother you. Your mind was moving a mile a minute and the usual comfort of your apartment just felt claustrophobic, so on the balcony you decided to sit. 

“You know you could catch a cold sitting in this weather.” 

His entrance would be quiet, slowly hovering onto your balcony until he’d stand behind you as you leaned on the railing. It was quiet but you recognized him by presence alone. 

“Oh really,” you’d hummed, little emotion in your voice, not really looking up to find him. 

His steps, slow, finding a place next to you on the balcony, he’d look over to you, taking in your sullen, blank expression. 

Wordlessly, you leaned over, letting your head fall on his shoulder. He’d look at you with a sense of surprise before letting it fade away. 

“I can’t,” you’d pause, your words hesitant and unsure. “I feel like I can’t do anything right.” 

Your voice would waver, nothing but a whisper to the wind as you’d lean into his warmth. His comfort. 

“Do you want to talk about it,” he’d ask, his voice contrasting from his usual tone. It was soft, gentle and quiet. If you weren’t leaning on him you wouldn’t of heard it

You’d sit in silence, thinking about it. A tight grip on the phone you considered throwing over the balcony a mere set of minutes ago. The fresh phone call between you and your mother that ended prematurely. You’d think back to work, how weird things felt now. Because of you. 

“Moms I guess…you either love them or…try to love them.” 

He’d sense your apprehension. The hesitation as you tried to push out some explanation for your mood. “You don’t have to explain. It’s okay.” 

You’d smile for the first time in what felt like days. Not quite meeting your eyes but not any less true. 

“I hope you know,” he’d say quietly. “Your mistakes don’t make you. You can be more than the things you do.” 

You’d look up at him, meeting his gaze for the first time knowing that while his words didn’t fix every single thing plaguing you, it brought you a moment of comfort. 

“Thank you.”

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COWARD'S SELF-SABATOGE ──CLARK KENT!

2025!clark kent x reader 1.6k angst rivals to lovers

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You believed yourself to be someone who could well handle adaptation and change no matter the cost.

When you were 12 you found a love for writing for the school newspaper, but when your mother pointed out that your essays needed more attention, you quit. When you were 17 you dropped out of the debate team, the extracurricular affecting your straight A’s and therefore your chance at valedictorian. It was only a few years ago that you moved away from home to Metropolis when you realized living with your parents was keeping you from chasing your dream career. 

Every single hurdle that kept you from what you wanted you handled with ease. 

But this. You didn’t know how to handle this. The fluttering in your chest and involuntary smile. You weren’t made to handle any of this lovey-dovey crap. It made you want to bash your head into the nearest wall. 

It made your night time linger longer, minutes spilling hours as you stared at your ceiling forcing the thoughts of the man you convinced yourself for the longest you hated. It infuriated you beyond belief. 

So you did the one thing you did know how to do, shove it under a rug until it eventually keeled over and died. What better place to avoid all of your problems than a cafe. 

The midday sun dawned warmly over you, your tea, and your book. For the first time in what felt like centuries, you let yourself fade away into it with each sip. Peace finally found you. A peace that was like a blanket (or a rug), draping over all of your troubles with the promise of coming back to it under less stress (never). 

“Is this seat taken?” 

But sometimes the dustbunnies that were your troubles managed to sneak out from under their rug. 

Looking up from your pages, your eyes rested on a figure that sent your tea immediately to the back of your throat before you finally let out a sputtering cough. 

“Clark,” you exclaimed, your eyes going wide as he stood over your table. “You scared me.” 

A shy smile crossed over his lips as he passed you a few napkins. “I didn’t mean to, sorry ‘bout that.” 

Your hand extended out for the crumbled paper hesitantly, a chill shooting up the length of your arm when his hand brushed against yours. Soft, gentle, and lasting long enough that you could’ve hallucinated it. 

“But um,” he coughed into his fist when he pulled away. “Is this seat taken? I don’t want to intrude if it is.” 

It was taken. Taken by the weight of all the stupid decisions you ever made in your life to lead up to this very moment. 

“No, no it's not.” 

He pulled the chair out and sat in front of you, his classic shy but sweet smile clearing every thought in your mind to erase clear. 

You nibbled on your bottom lip, eyes casted down to the table in front of you as you squeezed your hands repeatedly. 

“Soo…” Clark started, biting off the silence lingering in the air. “What’re you reading?” 

You pushed out a hum, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlight. “It’s um,” you blinked, flipping the book to find the title even though you’ve owned this book for years. “It’s just some mystery novel. Kinda boring.”

Clark didn’t respond immediately, his head titling off to the side, studying you with quizzical eyes. 

“You’re staring, Clark,” you blurted without thinking. 

His eyebrows lifted but he didn’t look away. “M’just…observing.” 

Only one set of eyes were on you, but it felt like they were multiplying with every second his were on you. He was only observing, but to you, it felt like every inch of you was laid on the table to be scrutinized. All you could think about was you and the way you were sitting, breathing, looking and—

“You’re making me uncomfortable.” 

It was short, clipped, all out once and of course, completely accidental. Word vomit of the worst variety. 

Clark blinked, his figure visibly shrinking back and the tips of his ears burning pink. You wondered if it burned as hot as you felt in that moment. 

You recognized this pattern again and again in your life. When there came a situation you couldn’t handle, there came the mistake. With mistakes came overcorrection. Overcorrection meant fucking up and that only left you to choose fight or flight. 

You, ever the coward, chose the same thing almost every time. 

“I didn’t, I’m sorry I,” you let yourself freeze, a breath of air leaving you before you reached for your things. “I should go. Bye Kent. See you Monday.” 

You of course bumped into the table and stumbled into your exit, but either way you were gone before Clark could even muster out a confused goodbye.

“What is up with you today?” 

You looked from your monitor to Cat, legs kicking back and forth as she sat atop your desk. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Cat,” you mumbled, voice monotone as you continued typing. 

The woman leaned back, hand planting right over the paper you were reading from. “Are we back to the emotional constipation? I thought we were on good terms with Clark.” 

Your eyes shot away from the screen, scanning the area around you before glaring daggers at Clark. “Please say that any louder,” you hissed, only feeding the woman’s amused smile. “I don’t need my business on display for everyone to hear. 

“So you admit Clark is your business?” 

“No.” Your voice sounded anything but convincing. “I’m just…working through stuff right now.” 

“Mhm,” she hummed. “If you say so. Let me know when you want to talk about it.”

Your glare could’ve cut glass, but of course it didn’t affect Cat. She only kept on kicking her feet with her devilishly innocent smile.

“Cat,” a voice boomed from across the room, none other than Perry’s. “It’s not chitchat hour, back to work.”

She turned back to you with a pout, giving you a sad goodbye as she trekked back to her desk before Perry’s eyes zeroed in on you. 

“Go to the basement and help Clark with that old photo copier. He’d been down there for ages now.” 

Your mouth fell open and you were sure you could hear Cat’s gasp and giggle from across the room. “Why not Jimmy?” 

He only shot you a longer stare, one that you didn’t want to protest. Not when it came from him. 

With a sigh that could only be read as exasperated, you pushed back from your desk and made your way to the elevator, pressing the button for the basement. 

On most days, the journey down felt like it took eons, another second of your day wasted in an elevator that took a minute too long to climb a few stories. 

Not this time though. A part of you wished it would even get stuck and you had an excuse to not go at all, but the soft whooshing of the doors opening. 

Most of the lights were broken or flickering, the older fluorescent lights contrasting differently from the softer lighting upstairs. It was cold, a mysterious draft pushing through the room as you spotted a tuft of curly hair poking out from behind a mess of old broken knick knacks, most of them covered in white sheets or a sheet of paper saying out of order. 

You wondered why they’d bother to keep more than half of the junk down here, but what did you know? All you could do was avoid the dust to the best of your ability as you made your way to the man who was doing exactly as you expected: struggle with the busted machine. 

“Perry says you’re taking too long.” 

Just like yesterday, clipped, short, and cold. Just like how you talked to him a mere few weeks prior. However this time, you could feel that fraction of you telling you to be nicer. To be better. 

“He did not say that,” Clark complained, hunched over the clunky machine, fiddling with a piece that looked like it needed to be inserted somewhere. 

“Right because you can hear every single conversation in this building.” 

He chuckled to himself at that, pressing another button. 

You frowned, holding out an impatient hand. “Give it to me, Kent.”

Turning around, you saw his frown as he looked at you quizzically once more. “Are you okay?” 

With a sigh, you took the piece from his hand and circled the machine, standing over the opposite end. “Peachy,” you replied behind a squeezed voice. “What’s with the interview?” 

You pretended not to notice the way his eyebrows dipped down in even more confusion. “There’s no interview…I’m just–I’m just asking a question.”

With a confident push, you inserted the piece, rising back on your feet to meet (near) eye to eye with the man. 

“Look, between you and Cat, I’m getting a lot of ‘beat around the bush’ questions and personally I don’t like it. Unless you suddenly have a degree in psychology, I’d love if you’d stop psychoanalyzing me and ask  me what you need to ask me.” 

And you felt that cycle repeat itself.  Make a mistake, overcorrect.

“I’m…I’m just worried about you…” 

Fuck it up all over again. 

“I didn’t ask you to. You’re not my friend Kent.” 

Always the coward, you chose flight, leaving the man in the dark of the basement. 

You only wished hell would open up and swallow you whole. It’s the least of what you felt you deserved after seeing all the hurt in his eyes.

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ᯓ★ clark kent - superman

𝜗𝜚 masterlist • dc • 07/23/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two II one II gif credit - @/newavengers

here are some clark kent stories i’ve read, loved, and reblogged. all the admiration for the writers who share their talent so generously. please be sure to read the warnings on each fic. and if you enjoy them, let the author know by a comment, reblog, or both! ♡

ᝰ.ᐟ key: A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I HC- hurt/comfort I ~S- implied smut I

ꨄ︎ clark kent hcs I @404superman I F

ꨄ︎ sex pollen I @dearwalker I S

When Clark gets poisoned with sex pollen, he tries everything in his power to stay away from you. Until he ends up crashing into your living room, and you have a god on his knees, with your name in his mouth and your body at his will.

ꨄ︎ don’t want you like a best friend I @se7entyrell I F + S

the one in which jimmy olsen is tired of watching you and clark dance around your feelings, and decides to do something about it, aka the one where clark fucks you at a daily planet gala.

ꨄ︎ honey i love you, that’s all she wrote I @/se7entyrell I F

The one in which Clark Kent has a wife and daughter that give the word home a whole new meaning.

ꨄ︎ blurb pt2 pt3 I @callsign-swan I F

Superman is dating someone pink and Clark Kent totally isn't jealous.

ꨄ︎ blurb I @/callsign-swan I F

Your first time meeting krypto had Clark worried, to say the least.

ꨄ︎ clark kent and the lavender skirt I @luveline I F

You like to rush things. Clark takes things slow until he can’t anymore. (Or, you attempt to seduce your coworker in a series of little skirts, and while Clark falls in love with all of you, the skirts don’t hurt.)

ꨄ︎ time lost in a warm lap I @/luveline I F + ~S

Clark stays the night for the first time.

ꨄ︎ cute panties I @/luveline I F + ~S

ꨄ︎ request I @ddejavvu I ~S

ꨄ︎ request I @/ddejavvu I F

ꨄ︎ gold rush I @goldenlikedayl1ght I A + F

your boyfriend's dog gives you a concussion and it's not even the worst part of your week.

ꨄ︎ business of flirting I @fluentmoviequoter I F

You flirt with Clark Kent every time he comes into your coffee shop. When he finally realizes you do it for more reason than watching him shy away from you, he realizes you're not so different.

ꨄ︎ baby, it’s you! I @bodhiscurls I A + F

clark kent finally works up the courage to ask you to dinner; only to run behind on work with lois and completely stand you up. it's fine, you're three glasses of wine in and ready to rant at your friend lois' door, only to find the cause of tonight's rage sitting there on her sofa. now, clark has to find a way to tell you the truth; that this is all a misunderstanding and it's only ever been you. it will always be you.

ꨄ︎ where do we go now? I @/bodhiscurls I A

you don't know where he disappears to- there's always excuses: he's caught up at work, stuck in traffic, some stupid alien attack cut him up on his commute. but now more than ever when you need him to show up at a family dinner where you planned to introduce him to your parents, he still comes in pieces and enough is enough.

ꨄ︎ you and i- we’re in this for life I @/bodhiscurls I A + F

it's your wedding day, you've dreamed of this for moment for months to finally marry the love of your life so why does it feel like you just can't breathe. it's the shoes, the dress, the people you don't even know waiting for you outside- good thing clark doesn't believe in it being bad luck to see the bride before the wedding- he has the best luck in the world to be marrying you.

ꨄ︎ nonsense I @xxepherr I F

in which clark kent thinks he's the one keeping a superhero secret in your relationship, but really, it's you.

ꨄ︎ fortress I @charmedntruer I F

tasked to take clark to the safest possible place he can recover from the pocket universe, you come to a few new revelations of your own upon seeing where clark was raised in the countryside.

ꨄ︎ starboy I @buckysfaveplum I HC

recovering from kryptonite poisoning back home in Kansas leaves your relationship with Clark a bit confused. you’ve always been his rock- his best friend. but now, back on the farm, maybe there was always something more

ꨄ︎ krypto, take me home I @/buckysfaveplum I C

when Clark can’t make it to the fortress, Krypto brings him to you

ꨄ︎ groupie I @/buckysfaveplum I F

he’s your punkrocker. your star. but sometimes you wonder if you’re just a groupie, if he sees you the same

ꨄ︎ tell-tale heart I @/buckysfaveplum I F

clark can't help but indulge when he hears how fast your heartbeat gets around him

ꨄ︎ drabble I @hearts4hughes I F

trying to give clark a hickey

ꨄ︎ phases to love I @/hearts4hughes I A + F

ꨄ︎ drabble I @rotapathetic I F

no one laughs at clark’s jokes but you

ꨄ︎ stood up I @shadybinature I A + S

Superman has to save the world, so Clark Kent stands you up....again.

ꨄ︎ where the leashes tangle I @writing-for-marvel I F

While walking Krypto, Clark ends up entangled with you and your puppy.

ꨄ︎ blurb I @milkbean69 I S

leaked sextape

ꨄ︎ jealous of jimmy I @plaidcowboy I F

clark becomes upset and a little insecure about the fact that you and jimmy have been so close recently, but thankfully you’re there to reassure him that he still has his chance with you!

ꨄ︎ clingy clark I @/plaidcowboy I C

after insecurely taking advice from jimmy and spending hours online, clark distances himself from you. scared he might’ve overwhelmed you with his clinginess. all for a crying clark to come back home to you.

ꨄ︎ clark kent hcs I @fear-is-truth

ꨄ︎ wayne strategies I @athenalvss I F

In revenge against your brother, you went to work in Metropolis and perhaps your brother's league partner makes you put into action the Wayne strategies to have the person you want.

ꨄ︎ drabble I @cherrysinner I F

having clark be mean to you in front of his parents.

ꨄ︎ anti-bullying assembly I @/cherrysinner I F

when your school's principal catches you on the phone with superman, not realizing it's your husband, you come up with an excuse as to why you were on the phone with him.

ꨄ︎ i saw mom kissing superman I @/cherrysinner I A + F

your daughter accidentally catches you with your lips locked with superman and thinks you're cheating on her father.

ꨄ︎ underneath the covers I @neilsbeloved I F + S

freshman year of college has you going insane. good thing clark has a knack for knowing exactly when to sweep you off your feet, way before any unwanted crashouts happen.

ꨄ︎ on the record I @kingkat12 I F + S

finally, you get that interview with Superman that could make or break your career-- however, it will be done his way, or no way.

ꨄ︎ night’s so blue I @junleb I F

it's rare for two reporters to be assigned to the same movie. how convenient that you already have a good relationship with clark. or, this is too good to be true. it isn't a set-up, right?

ꨄ︎ unfold your love I @/junleb I F

jimmy olsen and the mystery of two idiots who are definitely not in love

ꨄ︎ poisonivy!reader hcs I @poge-life

ꨄ︎ my hero I @jungkooklover777 I F + A

an office romance sounds good in theory but what happens when it goes according to theory?

ꨄ︎ tornado warnings I @thatfoxygrl I F

ꨄ︎ couldn’t make it any harder I @/thatfoxygrl I A + F

when you're known around school for being avoidant, clark wonders if theres any truth to the rumors and challenges himself to break down your walls and get to know the real you

ꨄ�� journalist!reader I @killishin I F

ꨄ︎ stop avoiding me I @/killishin I F

ꨄ︎ kissing clark kent I @sunsburns I F

ꨄ︎ rivals to lovers pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 I @messylxve I F + HC

ꨄ︎ a lesson in trust falling I @swordgrace I F

you’re not fond of flying — thankfully, your boyfriend is superman.

ꨄ︎ places we were made I @codenamefalcon I F

Smallville will always be Clark’s home. It was where he was raised. It was where his parents were. It was where you were. During one week long visit, he finally decides to brave the leap from friendship to something more with you, but something gets in the way. Fortunately for Clark, he’s dedicated to proving just how much you mean to him, and you’re a sucker for a trip down memory lane.

ꨄ︎ all makes sense I @musingsofheaven I S

The obsession of other interns had with him never made sense. Not until one night… drinks turned into something more. It’s so good that it makes all those promises to never be one of the girls giggling over Clark Kent feel ridiculous. But now it makes sense. God, now it does.

ꨄ︎ the sound of my voice (will haunt you) I @orobaxis I A

ꨄ︎ bring me sunshine I @eupheme I S

ꨄ︎ eyes like pretty lights I @fawnindawn I F

surprising clark with a visit at the daily planet, it sparks memories of the past and how some things never change, especially clark's eyes that still shine like pretty lights only for you. seeing your best friend in metropolis after so long, it might be hard for you to leave him again- especially when he doesn't want you to.

ꨄ︎ till i lose it I @/fawnindawn I A + F

Clark finds himself feeling jealous for the first time when you get assigned on a case with Jimmy Olsen, and start spending more time with the photojournalist instead of him.

ꨄ︎ bad friend I @twiceasbright I A + F

your best friend asks you to set her up with clark kent, who's your work crush. despite your feelings for him, you agree- for the sake of your friend. but things go awry when you panic and end up accidentally asking him out yourself. now you have to find a way to fix it before things go too far.

ꨄ︎ no strings attached… unless? I @kryptoclark I A + F + S

what was supposed to be a simple no-strings hookup between best friends turns complicated when feelings inevitably get involved. huh. who would've thought?

ꨄ︎ who’s calling my phone? I @prettypeeling I F

clark has a crush on the daily planet's receptionist.

ꨄ︎ cemetery girl I @vaamppiraa I A

in which you and clark are married, but after an accident, you lose your memory

ꨄ︎ you deserve it I @blank-potato I S

Clark has a tough day so you decide to make him feel better. You both just hope your neighbours don't kill you with how loud the two of you tend to get.

ꨄ︎ hit me hard and soft I @sceletaflores I S

ꨄ︎ locked out I @thatcorporategirlie I F

You find yourself locked out of your apartment, so your very attractive neighbor Clark offers you to hang out at his and eat some pizza until your friend arrives with your spare key.

ꨄ︎ big blue softy I @starryevermore I C

you have a minor surgery and clark is more than happy to take care of you. 

ꨄ︎ meet the kents I @isaadore I F

clark takes you home to meet his parents and spends the entire trip being an embarrassing, love-sick puppy.

ꨄ︎ unmasked I @sunsherbet I A + C

In which you want your boyfriend, not superman, to save you

ꨄ︎ one-shot I @p3terparker I F

you confess your feelings for clark, not knowing he’s listening to everything you’re saying.

ꨄ︎ benny and the jets I @snooperzz I A + C

After the reader/oc tries and fails to get back into the dating scene, Clark Kent swoops in to save the day.

ꨄ︎ technical difficulties I @hauntedhowlett-writes I S

As an IT specialist for The Daily Planet, you’re no stranger to Clark Kent’s struggles with technology. When he calls you on your personal phone with an after hours emergency, of course you’re willing to help him out. He shows his gratitude in an interesting way.

ꨄ︎ you make me wanna make you fall in love I @cerisereids I A + F

You’re the new assistant at the Daily Planet. Your job is to run errands, get coffees, and not fall in love with the handsome man in glasses.