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Fur — C. Kent

pairing : dcu!clark kent x reader

contains : fluff, established relationship, clark w animals

word count : 714 (weak)

synopsis : superman brings home a kitten.

𝓦ith Elliott Smith blissfully playing in the background, you stood in the kitchen of the apartment you and Clark shared. You had a wooden spoon in hand and some sauce heating up in a pan.

The clock showed that it was a quarter to five. You and Clark made a promise to always make it home under five o’clock and to your surprise, he never broke that promise.

Though, this time you were unsure if he was going to keep that streak and honestly, you were fine with it. You also knew that Clark would never forgive himself if he did break the promise just once.

As you continued to cook today’s dinner, you did it happily despite the thought of Clark leaving it to go cold made you a little upset. You looked up to see that the time had passed quickly. Sighing, you continued to plate your food anyway.

04.59

Just then, you hear the front door clicking open along with sounds of cooing and subtle words of reassurance. Furrowing your eyebrows, you leave the plated food on the kitchen counter to investigate why Clark was speaking in a high pitched and gentle voice

God knows, he could’ve brought home an orphan or something.

Well, no. Your eyes softened and your heart swelled as you saw Clark, still in his Superman suit. He stood in the corridor with a small orange furred kitten cradled with one hand against the ‘S’ on his chest. The contrast of size was adoring to see.

“Shh. You’re okay now, little guy.” Clark muttered sweetly as he caressed the kitten’s little head with his thumb. He was too hypnotized by the loud meowing to notice that you were leaning against the archway with your arms crossed.

At last, he looked up with a cheeky smile on his face. “I-“ Clark approached with the kitten and its continuous meowing. “He was about to get crushed by a tree and… Turns out, he doesn’t have an owner and you know me, I couldn't just leave him there.” His eyes pleaded, as if he was scared you’d be angry.

That wasn’t way off as this was the sixth time Clark brought home a stray. For those five times, you never agreed on keeping them, let alone making them a pet. But you had to admit, this kitten was cute.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the subtle pout on Clark’s face when the kitten began to meow again. “Aw, baby, can we keep him?” He added as you stepped closer to pet the kitten in awe. Your heart couldn’t bear to say no.

“Please?” He repeated, trying to get you to look at him again. Your eyes found their way to him as you stepped back. “Well, can we at least have dinner first?” You said as you walked back towards the kitchen.

Clark still stood there, admiring the kitten when you came back to the archway. “And take a shower, Clark. I can’t imagine whatever’s under that suit.” You returned to the counters once you delivered your message, receiving a small laugh from him.

You found yourselves cuddled up on the couch after finishing your dinner. You had the kitten curled up and asleep on top of your chest as Clark held you in his arms, his chin resting against your head.

“I knew you’d fall in love with him.” The vibrations from Clark’s throat made you shiver in the slightest as you gently stroked the kitten’s body, careful not to wake him from his slumber. “Yeah, but you gotta stop bringing every animal you save back home.” You spoke, playfully rolling your eyes as you slightly turned to him with a smile.

The returning smile on Clark’s face caused his dimples to proudly show themselves before he planted a kiss against your hair. Comfort surged through his nerves as the familiar scent of flowers hit his nose. “I can’t promise that.” He chuckled through the back of your head, then left another kiss against it.

You wondered how on earth you managed to score a man like him. Believe it or not, Clark Kent’s heart was even bigger than his body. It was beautiful to know that he loves and trusts everything and everyone.

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i can hardly believe that im active rn

Fur — C. Kent

pairing : dcu!clark kent x reader

contains : fluff, clark w animals

word count : 714 (weak)

synopsis : superman brings home a kitten.

With Elliott Smith blissfully playing in the background, you stood in the kitchen of the apartment you and Clark shared. You had a wooden spoon in hand and some sauce heating up in a pan.

The clock showed that it was a quarter to five. You and Clark made a promise to always make it home under five o’clock and to your surprise, he never broke that promise.

Though, this time you were unsure if he was going to keep that streak and honestly, you were fine with it. You also knew that Clark would never forgive himself if he did break the promise just once.

As you continued to cook today’s dinner, you did it happily despite the thought of Clark leaving it to go cold made you a little upset. You looked up to see that the time had passed quickly. Sighing, you continued to plate your food anyway.

04.59

Just then, you hear the front door clicking open along with sounds of cooing and subtle words of reassurance. Furrowing your eyebrows, you leave the plated food on the kitchen counter to investigate why Clark was speaking in a high pitched and gentle voice

God knows, he could’ve brought home an orphan or something.

Well, no. Your eyes softened and your heart swelled as you saw Clark, still in his Superman suit. He stood in the corridor with a small orange furred kitten cradled with one hand against the ‘S’ on his chest. The contrast of size was adoring to see.

“Shh. You’re okay now, little guy.” Clark muttered sweetly as he caressed the kitten’s little head with his thumb. He was too hypnotized by the loud meowing to notice that you were leaning against the archway with your arms crossed.

At last, he looked up with a cheeky smile on his face. “I-“ Clark approached with the kitten and its continuous meowing. “He was about to get crushed by a tree and… Turns out, he doesn’t have an owner and you know me, I couldn't just leave him there.” His eyes pleaded, as if he was scared you’d be angry.

That wasn’t way off as this was the sixth time Clark brought home a stray. For those five times, you never agreed on keeping them, let alone making them a pet. But you had to admit, this kitten was cute.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the subtle pout on Clark’s face when the kitten began to meow again. “Aw, baby, can we keep him?” He added as you stepped closer to pet the kitten in awe. Your heart couldn’t bear to say no.

“Please?” He repeated, trying to get you to look at him again. Your eyes found their way to him as you stepped back. “Well, can we at least have dinner first?” You said as you walked back towards the kitchen.

Clark still stood there, admiring the kitten when you came back to the archway. “And take a shower, Clark. I can’t imagine whatever’s under that suit.” You returned to the counters once you delivered your message, receiving a small laugh from him.

You found yourselves cuddled up on the couch after finishing your dinner. You had the kitten curled up and asleep on top of your chest as Clark held you in his arms, his chin resting against your head.

“I knew you’d fall in love with him.” The vibrations from Clark’s throat made you shiver in the slightest as you gently stroked the kitten’s body, careful not to wake him from his slumber. “Yeah, but you gotta stop bringing every animal you save back home.” You spoke, playfully rolling your eyes as you slightly turned to him with a smile.

The returning smile on Clark’s face caused his dimples to proudly show themselves before he planted a kiss against your hair. Comfort surged through his nerves as the familiar scent of flowers hit his nose. “I can’t promise that.” He chuckled through the back of your head, then left another kiss against it.

You wondered how on earth you managed to score a man like him. Believe it or not, Clark Kent’s heart was even bigger than his body. It was beautiful to know that he loves and trusts everything and everyone.

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Fur — C. Kent

pairing : dcu!clark kent x reader

contains : fluff, clark w animals

word count : 714 (weak)

synopsis : superman brings home a kitten.

With Elliott Smith blissfully playing in the background, you stood in the kitchen of the apartment you and Clark shared. You had a wooden spoon in hand and some sauce heating up in a pan.

The clock showed that it was a quarter to five. You and Clark made a promise to always make it home under five o’clock and to your surprise, he never broke that promise.

Though, this time you were unsure if he was going to keep that streak and honestly, you were fine with it. You also knew that Clark would never forgive himself if he did break the promise just once.

As you continued to cook today’s dinner, you did it happily despite the thought of Clark leaving it to go cold made you a little upset. You looked up to see that the time had passed quickly. Sighing, you continued to plate your food anyway.

04.59

Just then, you hear the front door clicking open along with sounds of cooing and subtle words of reassurance. Furrowing your eyebrows, you leave the plated food on the kitchen counter to investigate why Clark was speaking in a high pitched and gentle voice

God knows, he could’ve brought home an orphan or something.

Well, no. Your eyes softened and your heart swelled as you saw Clark, still in his Superman suit. He stood in the corridor with a small orange furred kitten cradled with one hand against the ‘S’ on his chest. The contrast of size was adoring to see.

“Shh. You’re okay now, little guy.” Clark muttered sweetly as he caressed the kitten’s little head with his thumb. He was too hypnotized by the loud meowing to notice that you were leaning against the archway with your arms crossed.

At last, he looked up with a cheeky smile on his face. “I-“ Clark approached with the kitten and its continuous meowing. “He was about to get crushed by a tree and… Turns out, he doesn’t have an owner and you know me, I couldn't just leave him there.” His eyes pleaded, as if he was scared you’d be angry.

That wasn’t way off as this was the sixth time Clark brought home a stray. For those five times, you never agreed on keeping them, let alone making them a pet. But you had to admit, this kitten was cute.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the subtle pout on Clark’s face when the kitten began to meow again. “Aw, baby, can we keep him?” He added as you stepped closer to pet the kitten in awe. Your heart couldn’t bear to say no.

“Please?” He repeated, trying to get you to look at him again. Your eyes found their way to him as you stepped back. “Well, can we at least have dinner first?” You said as you walked back towards the kitchen.

Clark still stood there, admiring the kitten when you came back to the archway. “And take a shower, Clark. I can’t imagine whatever’s under that suit.” You returned to the counters once you delivered your message, receiving a small laugh from him.

You found yourselves cuddled up on the couch after finishing your dinner. You had the kitten curled up and asleep on top of your chest as Clark held you in his arms, his chin resting against your head.

“I knew you’d fall in love with him.” The vibrations from Clark’s throat made you shiver in the slightest as you gently stroked the kitten’s body, careful not to wake him from his slumber. “Yeah, but you gotta stop bringing every animal you save back home.” You spoke, playfully rolling your eyes as you slightly turned to him with a smile.

The returning smile on Clark’s face caused his dimples to proudly show themselves before he planted a kiss against your hair. Comfort surged through his nerves as the familiar scent of flowers hit his nose. “I can’t promise that.” He chuckled through the back of your head, then left another kiss against it.

You wondered how on earth you managed to score a man like him. Believe it or not, Clark Kent’s heart was even bigger than his body. It was beautiful to know that he loves and trusts everything and everyone.

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Fur — C. Kent

pairing : dcu!clark kent x reader

contains : fluff, established relationship, clark w animals

word count : 714 (weak)

synopsis : superman brings home a kitten.

𝓦ith Elliott Smith blissfully playing in the background, you stood in the kitchen of the apartment you and Clark shared. You had a wooden spoon in hand and some sauce heating up in a pan.

The clock showed that it was a quarter to five. You and Clark made a promise to always make it home under five o’clock and to your surprise, he never broke that promise.

Though, this time you were unsure if he was going to keep that streak and honestly, you were fine with it. You also knew that Clark would never forgive himself if he did break the promise just once.

As you continued to cook today’s dinner, you did it happily despite the thought of Clark leaving it to go cold made you a little upset. You looked up to see that the time had passed quickly. Sighing, you continued to plate your food anyway.

04.59

Just then, you hear the front door clicking open along with sounds of cooing and subtle words of reassurance. Furrowing your eyebrows, you leave the plated food on the kitchen counter to investigate why Clark was speaking in a high pitched and gentle voice

God knows, he could’ve brought home an orphan or something.

Well, no. Your eyes softened and your heart swelled as you saw Clark, still in his Superman suit. He stood in the corridor with a small orange furred kitten cradled with one hand against the ‘S’ on his chest. The contrast of size was adoring to see.

“Shh. You’re okay now, little guy.” Clark muttered sweetly as he caressed the kitten’s little head with his thumb. He was too hypnotized by the loud meowing to notice that you were leaning against the archway with your arms crossed.

At last, he looked up with a cheeky smile on his face. “I-“ Clark approached with the kitten and its continuous meowing. “He was about to get crushed by a tree and… Turns out, he doesn’t have an owner and you know me, I couldn't just leave him there.” His eyes pleaded, as if he was scared you’d be angry.

That wasn’t way off as this was the sixth time Clark brought home a stray. For those five times, you never agreed on keeping them, let alone making them a pet. But you had to admit, this kitten was cute.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the subtle pout on Clark’s face when the kitten began to meow again. “Aw, baby, can we keep him?” He added as you stepped closer to pet the kitten in awe. Your heart couldn’t bear to say no.

“Please?” He repeated, trying to get you to look at him again. Your eyes found their way to him as you stepped back. “Well, can we at least have dinner first?” You said as you walked back towards the kitchen.

Clark still stood there, admiring the kitten when you came back to the archway. “And take a shower, Clark. I can’t imagine whatever’s under that suit.” You returned to the counters once you delivered your message, receiving a small laugh from him.

You found yourselves cuddled up on the couch after finishing your dinner. You had the kitten curled up and asleep on top of your chest as Clark held you in his arms, his chin resting against your head.

“I knew you’d fall in love with him.” The vibrations from Clark’s throat made you shiver in the slightest as you gently stroked the kitten’s body, careful not to wake him from his slumber. “Yeah, but you gotta stop bringing every animal you save back home.” You spoke, playfully rolling your eyes as you slightly turned to him with a smile.

The returning smile on Clark’s face caused his dimples to proudly show themselves before he planted a kiss against your hair. Comfort surged through his nerves as the familiar scent of flowers hit his nose. “I can’t promise that.” He chuckled through the back of your head, then left another kiss against it.

You wondered how on earth you managed to score a man like him. Believe it or not, Clark Kent’s heart was even bigger than his body. It was beautiful to know that he loves and trusts everything and everyone.

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Quick! Love! — C. Kent

pairing : clark kent x fem!journalist!reader

contains : based on quick! love! , established relationship, fear of commitment, mentions of marriage, allusions to sex, cussing

word count : 3075

synopsis : clark wants the both of you to have things figured out as time keeps haunting you and him. you’re just being difficult.

Clandestine meetings on the rooftop were nothing new. It might’ve been too much of a risk, but to Clark? It was worth it. Just to see you even from afar was the only thing he needed.

He’s well aware that you’ve only been seeing each other for six months. But he knew that he wanted you like a person longed to reach the stars. You agreed to being in a relationship with him with the condition of not taking things seriously. He pouted like a lost puppy for a whole week despite still agreeing.

You had met him at the Daily Planet. The innocent, clumsy Clark Kent, sitting just one desk away from you. He simply stole glances, smiling whenever he got the chance to. You couldn’t resist and before you knew it, you were smiling back at him.

Honestly, who could resist a smile like Clark’s?

Whether you liked it or not, days turned to one whenever you’re with him. When everyone else was already on their way home, you and Clark would sit on the rooftop, watching the cars go by as you shared slices of pizza.

It had been the same when Clark finally told you about his secret identity. You weren’t stupid, really. Clark’s face would look a little funny whenever his glasses would slide down his nose. Like it was glitching, almost.

And don’t even start with the amount of successful interviews he’s had with Superman. It’s the way you weren’t even surprised when he told you.

The same routine would still occur. You walked down the streets of Metropolis, on the way to your apartment. Just then, you spotted the familiar red cape, across the road.

With a subtle smile, you watched as Superman helped an disabled woman cross the road. You returned your gaze to where it once was, continuing to walk a couple more steps to your home.

You heard whooshing as you searched for the keys in your pocket. You didn’t have to look up to know it was him. You simply walked into the building and used the elevator. As you arrived on the third floor, you stepped in to your apartment room, shutting the door behind you. You kicked your shoes off, dropping your bag to the couch before you went out the door again and made your way up.

You escaped to the rooftop of your apartment and saw him. Still in that blue suit and red cape, sitting on the edge with no fear of falling off. “And just what is Superman doing on the rooftop?” You stood before him, arms crossed over your chest as he turned to you.

Clark looked around as if he was confused. “Sorry. I must’ve gotten the wrong address.” You smiled at his joke. He was not that funny and at least he’s well aware of that.

“Come here.” He patted the concrete beside him, draping his cape over it so you won’t have to worry about your pants getting dirty.

You trust him and that’s why you were willing to sit on the edge of a building. You acknowledged your surroundings, taking in the fresh air as you both sat in comfortable silence. Clark’s been wanting to say something.

He didn’t want uncertainty. He was never strong enough to bear it. “I think you’re good at relationships.” He broke the silence, causing you to turn and look at him.

You once told him how you weren’t fit for relationships. You could barely even think about your well being let alone another person’s feelings. But you had to admit, Clark changed that for you.

Yet, you’re still struggling to decipher whether this was forever or a fling. The answer was right in front of you. “And why’s that?”

“You care. And you know, i put you through a lot of… crap and you were always there for me.” He spoke, words sincere with his eyes glancing right into yours. By ‘crap’, he doesn’t mean relationship banters either.

A couple of months ago you rescued him from an obviously life threatening pocket dimension. You were the one who took him back to Smallville.

The problem was, you realized you loved him a long time ago. You still haven’t said it back to him since that one night he told you.

You shook your head. “Actually, I'm the one putting you through a bunch of shit. You’re too good for me, Clark.” His eyes softened with a frown evident on his face.

“Lets just.. Go with the current, see where this goes.” You shrug before placing your hand on top of his. “There’s plenty of time in the world, Clark.”

You abruptly stood up, Clark assisting you as he did the same. “Come on. I’ll make us breakfast for dinner.” You grabbed his hand and guided him back inside.

Forbidden love seems to be the only love you’ve ever known.

Clark’s beginning to feel the time you promised wear out. You both knew damn well you weren’t getting any younger when his Ma keeps asking about the two of you.

Even you were sick of seeing your colleagues show off their engagement rings and the questions of ‘when?’ being thrown out to you. Still, you said no every time Clark jokingly asked to marry you.

Sunday came around and few fellow journalists from the Daily Planet gathered to celebrate a successful article.

Clark was in the corridor, wearing a flannel and a t-shirt for once. He suggested wearing his oversized suit like any other day. You had scolded and reminded him that he wasn’t going to work for the day.

“Holy shit, Clark.” Jimmy’s voice made Clark turn. His eyes followed Jimmy as he approached. “I didn’t know you were ripped like that.” Jimmy leaned against the wall, a cup of coffee in his hand.

Clark sighs, throwing his arms up in defeat. Jimmy smirked at Clark, looking at him up and down. “Where’s your wife?” Gosh, this was also frustrating poor Clark. “Not yet my wife. And she’d kick your butt if she overhears you calling her that.” He pointed at his colleague, face so serious as he corrected his words.

“Okay, that’s just sad, Clark.” Jimmy scoffed. They’ve been having this conversation for months. Clark was never really the one to open up, but he needed relationship advice. And he asked to the worst example anyone could imagine. “Just talk to her. Maybe ask her properly this time.”

Jimmy patted Clark’s shoulder as he let out a sigh. “Come on, you’re not just gonna stand here all day.”

They made their way towards the main hall, seeing their work friends conversing with one another. Clark’s eyes paused at the sight of you, Lois and a friend of yours near the coffee table.

He was just staring, feeling like he traveled back in time to three years ago when he first realized his feelings for you. Clark flinched as Jimmy practically pushed him. He turned, tilting his head in annoyance whilst Jimmy walked away.

Whatever.

Clark still made his way through the room of people to you. Though, his heart dropped when he saw you holding a baby. Well, he obviously knew it was your friend’s baby, but this image in front of him is making everything worse.

“Look who it is.” Lois chimed in as Clark approached you. You turned, playfully gasping as the baby also turned its little head towards Clark. “Well, who is this little guy?” Besides Kryptonite, kids were one of his many other weaknesses.

Your friend, the mother of that baby, chuckled. “Isn’t he cute?” You spoke in a gentle and high tone as Clark boops the baby’s nose with his pointer finger.

That made your heart swell and your mind think in circles. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

The sun was all gone when you and Clark made it back to your apartment. With you being the only source that can get him intoxicated, he was all over you.

It was truly concerning that the second you made it home, he took you to your bedroom and hovered over you, pressing kisses to your lips then down to your neck. “Mmm.. Clark-“ You gave him a little more access by tilting your head back against the headboard.

He hummed, finding his way back to your lips before you placed a hand on his cheek. He pulled away only to press a kiss against your palm. “What’s up?” Both of your hands now cupped his cheeks.

Clark didn’t want to answer. You sat yourself up, causing him to shift as you do. He shook his head, his hand gently moving back and forth on your thigh. “I guess I want to talk to you, but..” His breathing got a little heavy as he kissed your lips for another time.

“That can wait.” He captured your lips and you responded for a moment. You pull away, shaking your head. “You’re gonna have to tell me now.” Your hand traveled and landed firmly on his chest.

He sighed, getting off of you to walk off that bed of yours. “Clark!” You followed him as he walked out of the room. You called out his name again when he sat himself down on the couch.

“What are you being pissy for, Clark?”

You stood in front of him. “I dont want to ask cause I already know your answer.” He admitted, voice much firmer than usual. You could only scoff.

“No I don't. I don’t know what you’re talking about at all-“

“What are we gonna do?” Clark blurted out, making you furrow your eyebrows. “What?”

“With our relationship, what are we gonna do?” He repeats, abruptly standing up. Your eyes shifted as he stood. His hands found both of yours, holding them softly. “Cause I don't want to keep guessing until we’re 50.”

Your eyes closed shut as you took possibly the deepest breath you ever took. “Well, what do you want?” Your eyes open up again, meeting his.

Clark pulled you closer to him, his hand on your lower back as the other held your waist. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I- I want to wake up next to you every morning, I want you.”

“And I love you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt your heart go heavy. You just can’t talk about this. Not right now, at least. But when will you ever?

So you left him hanging with his previous words.

“Believe me, Clark, I want what you want… But I don't think I deserve you.” That was it. Clark was a superhero and a genuinely good person. He loved and thought everything was perfectly beautiful. You were just a journalist, barely putting your life in one piece and even that was thanks to Clark.

A burden.

You felt like a burden.

His mouth opened to speak, but his throat wouldn’t let any words escape. His grip on you loosened and the pit in your stomach grew.

He pulled away this time, running his hand over his face. He nodded, sniffling as he went on to grab his jacket off your coat rack. “Okay- Clark.” You followed him to the corridor of your front door. “It’s late.” Clark simply said.

“I’ll see you soon.” He turned, planting a kiss to your forehead before walking out the door.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

In fact, you were fucked.

Clark let you get eaten alive by your own thoughts. He hasn’t even been coming into the Daily Planet for days. This wasn’t your fault, he knew that. Well, at least that was what he told himself.

You couldn’t erase him even if you wanted to. Everyday seemed to be the same with nothing new and it was ruining you. And you loved him so much, you know that now.

If you were to be given another chance, you’d say it in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t that easy now, was it?

The Daily Planet felt quieter. You weren’t doing anything, just staring blankly into your computer screen. Your eyes were weary and every noise around you was muffled.

Your name was spoken and you turned after the third call. “Are you okay, babe?” Lois spoke softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Of course.” You replied, licking your lips as you nodded.

“Hey, come see this.” Jimmy chimed in as he sat, looking up at the televisions. You and Lois joined him. Typical. As expected, on the screen, it showed Superman fighting an evil force. You looked away before going back to your desk.

You went home with nothing in your mind.

It was late at night when you were mindlessly watching television. Anything to get you to sleep seemed fine. But how could you fall asleep when three extremely loud superheroes were bickering on your balcony.

You were very very startled by a sound coming from outside. Your eyes shot open as you stood up and grabbed an umbrella by your tv stand, ready to hit whoever dared to disturb your lifeless night.

That’s when you find Hawkgirl, Mr. Terrific and Green Lantern arguing on your balcony. “What the actual fuck?” You scoff, putting your umbrella down.

“Uhm- Hi, so-“ Kendra was about to explain their sudden appearance when a loud groan you recognized sounded through the loud noises in the night. Your eyes widened as you walked past them.

Superman looked like shit. He was painfully leaning against the side wall. His suit was torn in many places and his pretty face was covered in bloody scratches. “Clark?!” You gasp, kneeling down beside him.

He could barely keep his eyes open at that moment. You turn towards his colleagues, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide. “He told us to bring him here.” Michael answered your silent question before you turned back to the love of your life.

“Oh, Clark…” Your hands were around him, but you were afraid to hurt him if you laid even just a finger on him. “Well, I don't know what to do!” You exclaimed, turning back to them.

They nodded in unison before helping to get Clark inside your apartment. He was put down on your bed. You did not care about your perfectly white sheets getting dirty and bloody. You wanted him to be fine and seeing him so beat up made your heart fall apart.

The three only stood there as you observed Clark. Clearly, they didn’t know what to do either, especially in the dead of night.

“This is his own fault.” Guy muttered, but he wasn’t slick. “You’re no help, just get out.” You snapped, causing them to carefully step out of the room. You clenched your jaw as you walked closer towards Clark.

“Just... Let him rest until the sun comes up.” Michael spoke once more before leaving the two of you alone.

He made a quiet humming noise as he turned in his unconsciousness. Your eyes began to tear up as you softly brushed the curls on his forehead away. You’ve seen him like this before. Maybe not as bad, but you couldn’t keep your eyes too closely on him. You guessed it was because of how you left things the last time you spoke.

A tear fell down your cheek as your eyes closed shut. “Hey.” Quickly, you wiped away the tears as you turned. “If you need anything, I wrote my number down in the kitchen.” Kendra speaks, remaining on the doorway. “Okay. Thanks for bringing him here.” You nodded, sighing.

You spent the whole night cleaning up visible wounds, hoping it could at least be another source of help other than just the sunlight. Both your mind and your heart were racing as you carefully laid down next to him. The sun was two hours away from showing, but you were tired.

When you had woken up from an uncomfortable slumber, the space beside you was empty, left only with specks of dirt and god knows what else. You shift, letting the warmth of the sun get to you. You surrendered, thinking Clark had left the apartment already.

Very wrong, you were.

The smell of coffee made it clear that there was someone in the kitchen. You grunt, sitting on the edge of the bed as you rubbed your eyes.Your footsteps were quiet and careful as you walked out of the room. It was odd, but you were relieved to see Clark up and about.

You didn’t say anything as you stood behind the kitchen island. Just staring at him as he cheerfully flips pancakes. You couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with this guy. One moment, he was unconscious and wounded and by a couple of hours, he was fine and acting like nothing happened the night before.

He wore one of his work shirts that he once left in your apartment, leaving it unbuttoned. He had discarded the torn up blue suit on your couch and his boots on the side of your balcony door.

Then, he finally turned. His eyes lit up as he smiled. Though it dropped when he saw your eyes glistening. “Baby..” He walked towards you, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you.

Your arms clung onto his shoulders as he picked you up with no trouble. “Im sorry for everything, Clark.” You stuttered, but you didn’t let your tears get the best of you. Clark’s eyes softened out of your sight as he held you tighter.

He puts you down gently, your bare feet reconnecting with the floor that radiated your warmth. His hands cupped your face as you looked up at him with pure love and admiration. “I love you too.” Your head turned slightly in his palm as you spoke.

He smiled instantly, his dimples as prominent as one could be. He leans down to capture your lips in an honest and loving way. Those three bittersweet words had once slipped out of your mouths from time to time, but this time, it could only mean one thing for the both of you.

Now, neither of you were living with something to hide. You put your emotions aside and leaned in to the toughest ride of your life. It only took Clark three other months to get on one knee while he still had to ask you multiple times if you really wanted this afterwards.

p.s : requests r open!

[multivcrse]

Quick! Love! — C. Kent

pairing : clark kent x fem!journalist!reader

contains : based on quick! love! , established relationship, fear of commitment, mentions of marriage, allusions to sex, cussing

word count : 3075

synopsis : clark wants the both of you to have things figured out as time keeps haunting you and him. you’re just being difficult.

Clandestine meetings on the rooftop were nothing new. It might’ve been too much of a risk, but to Clark? It was worth it. Just to see you even from afar was the only thing he needed.

He’s well aware that you’ve only been seeing each other for six months. But he knew that he wanted you like a person longed to reach the stars. You agreed to being in a relationship with him with the condition of not taking things seriously. He pouted like a lost puppy for a whole week despite still agreeing.

You had met him at the Daily Planet. The innocent, clumsy Clark Kent, sitting just one desk away from you. He simply stole glances, smiling whenever he got the chance to. You couldn’t resist and before you knew it, you were smiling back at him.

Honestly, who could resist a smile like Clark’s?

Whether you liked it or not, days turned to one whenever you’re with him. When everyone else was already on their way home, you and Clark would sit on the rooftop, watching the cars go by as you shared slices of pizza.

It had been the same when Clark finally told you about his secret identity. You weren’t stupid, really. Clark’s face would look a little funny whenever his glasses would slide down his nose. Like it was glitching, almost.

And don’t even start with the amount of successful interviews he’s had with Superman. It’s the way you weren’t even surprised when he told you.

The same routine would still occur. You walked down the streets of Metropolis, on the way to your apartment. Just then, you spotted the familiar red cape, across the road.

With a subtle smile, you watched as Superman helped an disabled woman cross the road. You returned your gaze to where it once was, continuing to walk a couple more steps to your home.

You heard whooshing as you searched for the keys in your pocket. You didn’t have to look up to know it was him. You simply walked into the building and used the elevator. As you arrived on the third floor, you stepped in to your apartment room, shutting the door behind you. You kicked your shoes off, dropping your bag to the couch before you went out the door again and made your way up.

You escaped to the rooftop of your apartment and saw him. Still in that blue suit and red cape, sitting on the edge with no fear of falling off. “And just what is Superman doing on the rooftop?” You stood before him, arms crossed over your chest as he turned to you.

Clark looked around as if he was confused. “Sorry. I must’ve gotten the wrong address.” You smiled at his joke. He was not that funny and at least he’s well aware of that.

“Come here.” He patted the concrete beside him, draping his cape over it so you won’t have to worry about your pants getting dirty.

You trust him and that’s why you were willing to sit on the edge of a building. You acknowledged your surroundings, taking in the fresh air as you both sat in comfortable silence. Clark’s been wanting to say something.

He didn’t want uncertainty. He was never strong enough to bear it. “I think you’re good at relationships.” He broke the silence, causing you to turn and look at him.

You once told him how you weren’t fit for relationships. You could barely even think about your well being let alone another person’s feelings. But you had to admit, Clark changed that for you.

Yet, you’re still struggling to decipher whether this was forever or a fling. The answer was right in front of you. “And why’s that?”

“You care. And you know, i put you through a lot of… crap and you were always there for me.” He spoke, words sincere with his eyes glancing right into yours. By ‘crap’, he doesn’t mean relationship banters either.

A couple of months ago you rescued him from an obviously life threatening pocket dimension. You were the one who took him back to Smallville.

The problem was, you realized you loved him a long time ago. You still haven’t said it back to him since that one night he told you.

You shook your head. “Actually, I'm the one putting you through a bunch of shit. You’re too good for me, Clark.” His eyes softened with a frown evident on his face.

“Lets just.. Go with the current, see where this goes.” You shrug before placing your hand on top of his. “There’s plenty of time in the world, Clark.”

You abruptly stood up, Clark assisting you as he did the same. “Come on. I’ll make us breakfast for dinner.” You grabbed his hand and guided him back inside.

Forbidden love seems to be the only love you’ve ever known.

Clark’s beginning to feel the time you promised wear out. You both knew damn well you weren’t getting any younger when his Ma keeps asking about the two of you.

Even you were sick of seeing your colleagues show off their engagement rings and the questions of ‘when?’ being thrown out to you. Still, you said no every time Clark jokingly asked to marry you.

Sunday came around and few fellow journalists from the Daily Planet gathered to celebrate a successful article.

Clark was in the corridor, wearing a flannel and a t-shirt for once. He suggested wearing his oversized suit like any other day. You had scolded and reminded him that he wasn’t going to work for the day.

“Holy shit, Clark.” Jimmy’s voice made Clark turn. His eyes followed Jimmy as he approached. “I didn’t know you were ripped like that.” Jimmy leaned against the wall, a cup of coffee in his hand.

Clark sighs, throwing his arms up in defeat. Jimmy smirked at Clark, looking at him up and down. “Where’s your wife?” Gosh, this was also frustrating poor Clark. “Not yet my wife. And she’d kick your butt if she overhears you calling her that.” He pointed at his colleague, face so serious as he corrected his words.

“Okay, that’s just sad, Clark.” Jimmy scoffed. They’ve been having this conversation for months. Clark was never really the one to open up, but he needed relationship advice. And he asked to the worst example anyone could imagine. “Just talk to her. Maybe ask her properly this time.”

Jimmy patted Clark’s shoulder as he let out a sigh. “Come on, you’re not just gonna stand here all day.”

They made their way towards the main hall, seeing their work friends conversing with one another. Clark’s eyes paused at the sight of you, Lois and a friend of yours near the coffee table.

He was just staring, feeling like he traveled back in time to three years ago when he first realized his feelings for you. Clark flinched as Jimmy practically pushed him. He turned, tilting his head in annoyance whilst Jimmy walked away.

Whatever.

Clark still made his way through the room of people to you. Though, his heart dropped when he saw you holding a baby. Well, he obviously knew it was your friend’s baby, but this image in front of him is making everything worse.

“Look who it is.” Lois chimed in as Clark approached you. You turned, playfully gasping as the baby also turned its little head towards Clark. “Well, who is this little guy?” Besides Kryptonite, kids were one of his many other weaknesses.

Your friend, the mother of that baby, chuckled. “Isn’t he cute?” You spoke in a gentle and high tone as Clark boops the baby’s nose with his pointer finger.

That made your heart swell and your mind think in circles. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

The sun was all gone when you and Clark made it back to your apartment. With you being the only source that can get him intoxicated, he was all over you.

It was truly concerning that the second you made it home, he took you to your bedroom and hovered over you, pressing kisses to your lips then down to your neck. “Mmm.. Clark-“ You gave him a little more access by tilting your head back against the headboard.

He hummed, finding his way back to your lips before you placed a hand on his cheek. He pulled away only to press a kiss against your palm. “What’s up?” Both of your hands now cupped his cheeks.

Clark didn’t want to answer. You sat yourself up, causing him to shift as you do. He shook his head, his hand gently moving back and forth on your thigh. “I guess I want to talk to you, but..” His breathing got a little heavy as he kissed your lips for another time.

“That can wait.” He captured your lips and you responded for a moment. You pull away, shaking your head. “You’re gonna have to tell me now.” Your hand traveled and landed firmly on his chest.

He sighed, getting off of you to walk off that bed of yours. “Clark!” You followed him as he walked out of the room. You called out his name again when he sat himself down on the couch.

“What are you being pissy for, Clark?”

You stood in front of him. “I dont want to ask cause I already know your answer.” He admitted, voice much firmer than usual. You could only scoff.

“No I don't. I don’t know what you’re talking about at all-“

“What are we gonna do?” Clark blurted out, making you furrow your eyebrows. “What?”

“With our relationship, what are we gonna do?” He repeats, abruptly standing up. Your eyes shifted as he stood. His hands found both of yours, holding them softly. “Cause I don't want to keep guessing until we’re 50.”

Your eyes closed shut as you took possibly the deepest breath you ever took. “Well, what do you want?” Your eyes open up again, meeting his.

Clark pulled you closer to him, his hand on your lower back as the other held your waist. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I- I want to wake up next to you every morning, I want you.”

“And I love you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt your heart go heavy. You just can’t talk about this. Not right now, at least. But when will you ever?

So you left him hanging with his previous words.

“Believe me, Clark, I want what you want… But I don't think I deserve you.” That was it. Clark was a superhero and a genuinely good person. He loved and thought everything was perfectly beautiful. You were just a journalist, barely putting your life in one piece and even that was thanks to Clark.

A burden.

You felt like a burden.

His mouth opened to speak, but his throat wouldn’t let any words escape. His grip on you loosened and the pit in your stomach grew.

He pulled away this time, running his hand over his face. He nodded, sniffling as he went on to grab his jacket off your coat rack. “Okay- Clark.” You followed him to the corridor of your front door. “It’s late.” Clark simply said.

“I’ll see you soon.” He turned, planting a kiss to your forehead before walking out the door.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

In fact, you were fucked.

Clark let you get eaten alive by your own thoughts. He hasn’t even been coming into the Daily Planet for days. This wasn’t your fault, he knew that. Well, at least that was what he told himself.

You couldn’t erase him even if you wanted to. Everyday seemed to be the same with nothing new and it was ruining you. And you loved him so much, you know that now.

If you were to be given another chance, you’d say it in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t that easy now, was it?

The Daily Planet felt quieter. You weren’t doing anything, just staring blankly into your computer screen. Your eyes were weary and every noise around you was muffled.

Your name was spoken and you turned after the third call. “Are you okay, babe?” Lois spoke softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Of course.” You replied, licking your lips as you nodded.

“Hey, come see this.” Jimmy chimed in as he sat, looking up at the televisions. You and Lois joined him. Typical. As expected, on the screen, it showed Superman fighting an evil force. You looked away before going back to your desk.

You went home with nothing in your mind.

It was late at night when you were mindlessly watching television. Anything to get you to sleep seemed fine. But how could you fall asleep when three extremely loud superheroes were bickering on your balcony.

You were very very startled by a sound coming from outside. Your eyes shot open as you stood up and grabbed an umbrella by your tv stand, ready to hit whoever dared to disturb your lifeless night.

That’s when you find Hawkgirl, Mr. Terrific and Green Lantern arguing on your balcony. “What the actual fuck?” You scoff, putting your umbrella down.

“Uhm- Hi, so-“ Kendra was about to explain their sudden appearance when a loud groan you recognized sounded through the loud noises in the night. Your eyes widened as you walked past them.

Superman looked like shit. He was painfully leaning against the side wall. His suit was torn in many places and his pretty face was covered in bloody scratches. “Clark?!” You gasp, kneeling down beside him.

He could barely keep his eyes open at that moment. You turn towards his colleagues, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide. “He told us to bring him here.” Michael answered your silent question before you turned back to the love of your life.

“Oh, Clark…” Your hands were around him, but you were afraid to hurt him if you laid even just a finger on him. “Well, I don't know what to do!” You exclaimed, turning back to them.

They nodded in unison before helping to get Clark inside your apartment. He was put down on your bed. You did not care about your perfectly white sheets getting dirty and bloody. You wanted him to be fine and seeing him so beat up made your heart fall apart.

The three only stood there as you observed Clark. Clearly, they didn’t know what to do either, especially in the dead of night.

“This is his own fault.” Guy muttered, but he wasn’t slick. “You’re no help, just get out.” You snapped, causing them to carefully step out of the room. You clenched your jaw as you walked closer towards Clark.

“Just... Let him rest until the sun comes up.” Michael spoke once more before leaving the two of you alone.

He made a quiet humming noise as he turned in his unconsciousness. Your eyes began to tear up as you softly brushed the curls on his forehead away. You’ve seen him like this before. Maybe not as bad, but you couldn’t keep your eyes too closely on him. You guessed it was because of how you left things the last time you spoke.

A tear fell down your cheek as your eyes closed shut. “Hey.” Quickly, you wiped away the tears as you turned. “If you need anything, I wrote my number down in the kitchen.” Kendra speaks, remaining on the doorway. “Okay. Thanks for bringing him here.” You nodded, sighing.

You spent the whole night cleaning up visible wounds, hoping it could at least be another source of help other than just the sunlight. Both your mind and your heart were racing as you carefully laid down next to him. The sun was two hours away from showing, but you were tired.

When you had woken up from an uncomfortable slumber, the space beside you was empty, left only with specks of dirt and god knows what else. You shift, letting the warmth of the sun get to you. You surrendered, thinking Clark had left the apartment already.

Very wrong, you were.

The smell of coffee made it clear that there was someone in the kitchen. You grunt, sitting on the edge of the bed as you rubbed your eyes.Your footsteps were quiet and careful as you walked out of the room. It was odd, but you were relieved to see Clark up and about.

You didn’t say anything as you stood behind the kitchen island. Just staring at him as he cheerfully flips pancakes. You couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with this guy. One moment, he was unconscious and wounded and by a couple of hours, he was fine and acting like nothing happened the night before.

He wore one of his work shirts that he once left in your apartment, leaving it unbuttoned. He had discarded the torn up blue suit on your couch and his boots on the side of your balcony door.

Then, he finally turned. His eyes lit up as he smiled. Though it dropped when he saw your eyes glistening. “Baby..” He walked towards you, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you.

Your arms clung onto his shoulders as he picked you up with no trouble. “Im sorry for everything, Clark.” You stuttered, but you didn’t let your tears get the best of you. Clark’s eyes softened out of your sight as he held you tighter.

He puts you down gently, your bare feet reconnecting with the floor that radiated your warmth. His hands cupped your face as you looked up at him with pure love and admiration. “I love you too.” Your head turned slightly in his palm as you spoke.

He smiled instantly, his dimples as prominent as one could be. He leans down to capture your lips in an honest and loving way. Those three bittersweet words had once slipped out of your mouths from time to time, but this time, it could only mean one thing for the both of you.

Now, neither of you were living with something to hide. You put your emotions aside and leaned in to the toughest ride of your life. It only took Clark three other months to get on one knee while he still had to ask you multiple times if you really wanted this afterwards.

p.s : requests r open!

[multivcrse]

Quick! Love! — C. Kent

pairing : clark kent x fem!journalist!reader

contains : based on quick! love! , established relationship, fear of commitment, mentions of marriage, allusions to sex, cussing

word count : 3075

synopsis : clark wants the both of you to have things figured out as time keeps haunting you and him. you’re just being difficult.

𝓒landestine meetings on the rooftop were nothing new. It might’ve been too much of a risk, but to Clark? It was worth it. Just to see you even from afar was the only thing he needed.

He’s well aware that you’ve only been seeing each other for six months. But he knew that he wanted you like a person longed to reach the stars. You agreed to being in a relationship with him with the condition of not taking things seriously. He pouted like a lost puppy for a whole week despite still agreeing.

You had met him at the Daily Planet. The innocent, clumsy Clark Kent, sitting just one desk away from you. He simply stole glances, smiling whenever he got the chance to. You couldn’t resist and before you knew it, you were smiling back at him.

Honestly, who could resist a smile like Clark’s?

Whether you liked it or not, days turned to one whenever you’re with him. When everyone else was already on their way home, you and Clark would sit on the rooftop, watching the cars go by as you shared slices of pizza.

It had been the same when Clark finally told you about his secret identity. You weren’t stupid, really. Clark’s face would look a little funny whenever his glasses would slide down his nose. Like it was glitching, almost.

And don’t even start with the amount of successful interviews he’s had with Superman. It’s the way you weren’t even surprised when he told you.

The same routine would still occur. You walked down the streets of Metropolis, on the way to your apartment. Just then, you spotted the familiar red cape, across the road.

With a subtle smile, you watched as Superman helped an disabled woman cross the road. You returned your gaze to where it once was, continuing to walk a couple more steps to your home.

You heard whooshing as you searched for the keys in your pocket. You didn’t have to look up to know it was him. You simply walked into the building and used the elevator. As you arrived on the third floor, you stepped in to your apartment room, shutting the door behind you. You kicked your shoes off, dropping your bag to the couch before you went out the door again and made your way up.

You escaped to the rooftop of your apartment and saw him. Still in that blue suit and red cape, sitting on the edge with no fear of falling off. “And just what is Superman doing on the rooftop?” You stood before him, arms crossed over your chest as he turned to you.

Clark looked around as if he was confused. “Sorry. I must’ve gotten the wrong address.” You smiled at his joke. He was not that funny and at least he’s well aware of that.

“Come here.” He patted the concrete beside him, draping his cape over it so you won’t have to worry about your pants getting dirty.

You trust him and that’s why you were willing to sit on the edge of a building. You acknowledged your surroundings, taking in the fresh air as you both sat in comfortable silence. Clark’s been wanting to say something.

He didn’t want uncertainty. He was never strong enough to bear it. “I think you’re good at relationships.” He broke the silence, causing you to turn and look at him.

You once told him how you weren’t fit for relationships. You could barely even think about your well being let alone another person’s feelings. But you had to admit, Clark changed that for you.

Yet, you’re still struggling to decipher whether this was forever or a fling. The answer was right in front of you. “And why’s that?”

“You care. And you know, i put you through a lot of… crap and you were always there for me.” He spoke, words sincere with his eyes glancing right into yours. By ‘crap’, he doesn’t mean relationship banters either.

A couple of months ago you rescued him from an obviously life threatening pocket dimension. You were the one who took him back to Smallville.

The problem was, you realized you loved him a long time ago. You still haven’t said it back to him since that one night he told you.

You shook your head. “Actually, I'm the one putting you through a bunch of shit. You’re too good for me, Clark.” His eyes softened with a frown evident on his face.

“Lets just.. Go with the current, see where this goes.” You shrug before placing your hand on top of his. “There’s plenty of time in the world, Clark.”

You abruptly stood up, Clark assisting you as he did the same. “Come on. I’ll make us breakfast for dinner.” You grabbed his hand and guided him back inside.

Forbidden love seems to be the only love you’ve ever known.

Clark’s beginning to feel the time you promised wear out. You both knew damn well you weren’t getting any younger when his Ma keeps asking about the two of you.

Even you were sick of seeing your colleagues show off their engagement rings and the questions of ‘when?’ being thrown out to you. Still, you said no every time Clark jokingly asked to marry you.

Sunday came around and few fellow journalists from the Daily Planet gathered to celebrate a successful article.

Clark was in the corridor, wearing a flannel and a t-shirt for once. He suggested wearing his oversized suit like any other day. You had scolded and reminded him that he wasn’t going to work for the day.

“Holy shit, Clark.” Jimmy’s voice made Clark turn. His eyes followed Jimmy as he approached. “I didn’t know you were ripped like that.” Jimmy leaned against the wall, a cup of coffee in his hand.

Clark sighs, throwing his arms up in defeat. Jimmy smirked at Clark, looking at him up and down. “Where’s your wife?” Gosh, this was also frustrating poor Clark. “Not yet my wife. And she’d kick your butt if she overhears you calling her that.” He pointed at his colleague, face so serious as he corrected his words.

“Okay, that’s just sad, Clark.” Jimmy scoffed. They’ve been having this conversation for months. Clark was never really the one to open up, but he needed relationship advice. And he asked to the worst example anyone could imagine. “Just talk to her. Maybe ask her properly this time.”

Jimmy patted Clark’s shoulder as he let out a sigh. “Come on, you’re not just gonna stand here all day.”

They made their way towards the main hall, seeing their work friends conversing with one another. Clark’s eyes paused at the sight of you, Lois and a friend of yours near the coffee table.

He was just staring, feeling like he traveled back in time to three years ago when he first realized his feelings for you. Clark flinched as Jimmy practically pushed him. He turned, tilting his head in annoyance whilst Jimmy walked away.

Whatever.

Clark still made his way through the room of people to you. Though, his heart dropped when he saw you holding a baby. Well, he obviously knew it was your friend’s baby, but this image in front of him is making everything worse.

“Look who it is.” Lois chimed in as Clark approached you. You turned, playfully gasping as the baby also turned its little head towards Clark. “Well, who is this little guy?” Besides Kryptonite, kids were one of his many other weaknesses.

Your friend, the mother of that baby, chuckled. “Isn’t he cute?” You spoke in a gentle and high tone as Clark boops the baby’s nose with his pointer finger.

That made your heart swell and your mind think in circles. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

The sun was all gone when you and Clark made it back to your apartment. With you being the only source that can get him intoxicated, he was all over you.

It was truly concerning that the second you made it home, he took you to your bedroom and hovered over you, pressing kisses to your lips then down to your neck. “Mmm.. Clark-“ You gave him a little more access by tilting your head back against the headboard.

He hummed, finding his way back to your lips before you placed a hand on his cheek. He pulled away only to press a kiss against your palm. “What’s up?” Both of your hands now cupped his cheeks.

Clark didn’t want to answer. You sat yourself up, causing him to shift as you do. He shook his head, his hand gently moving back and forth on your thigh. “I guess I want to talk to you, but..” His breathing got a little heavy as he kissed your lips for another time.

“That can wait.” He captured your lips and you responded for a moment. You pull away, shaking your head. “You’re gonna have to tell me now.” Your hand traveled and landed firmly on his chest.

He sighed, getting off of you to walk off that bed of yours. “Clark!” You followed him as he walked out of the room. You called out his name again when he sat himself down on the couch.

“What are you being pissy for, Clark?”

You stood in front of him. “I dont want to ask cause I already know your answer.” He admitted, voice much firmer than usual. You could only scoff.

“No I don't. I don’t know what you’re talking about at all-“

“What are we gonna do?” Clark blurted out, making you furrow your eyebrows. “What?”

“With our relationship, what are we gonna do?” He repeats, abruptly standing up. Your eyes shifted as he stood. His hands found both of yours, holding them softly. “Cause I don't want to keep guessing until we’re 50.”

Your eyes closed shut as you took possibly the deepest breath you ever took. “Well, what do you want?” Your eyes open up again, meeting his.

Clark pulled you closer to him, his hand on your lower back as the other held your waist. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I- I want to wake up next to you every morning, I want you.”

“And I love you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt your heart go heavy. You just can’t talk about this. Not right now, at least. But when will you ever?

So you left him hanging with his previous words.

“Believe me, Clark, I want what you want… But I don't think I deserve you.” That was it. Clark was a superhero and a genuinely good person. He loved and thought everything was perfectly beautiful. You were just a journalist, barely putting your life in one piece and even that was thanks to Clark.

A burden.

You felt like a burden.

His mouth opened to speak, but his throat wouldn’t let any words escape. His grip on you loosened and the pit in your stomach grew.

He pulled away this time, running his hand over his face. He nodded, sniffling as he went on to grab his jacket off your coat rack. “Okay- Clark.” You followed him to the corridor of your front door. “It’s late.” Clark simply said.

“I’ll see you soon.” He turned, planting a kiss to your forehead before walking out the door.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

In fact, you were fucked.

Clark let you get eaten alive by your own thoughts. He hasn’t even been coming into the Daily Planet for days. This wasn’t your fault, he knew that. Well, at least that was what he told himself.

You couldn’t erase him even if you wanted to. Everyday seemed to be the same with nothing new and it was ruining you. And you loved him so much, you know that now.

If you were to be given another chance, you’d say it in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t that easy now, was it?

The Daily Planet felt quieter. You weren’t doing anything, just staring blankly into your computer screen. Your eyes were weary and every noise around you was muffled.

Your name was spoken and you turned after the third call. “Are you okay, babe?” Lois spoke softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Of course.” You replied, licking your lips as you nodded.

“Hey, come see this.” Jimmy chimed in as he sat, looking up at the televisions. You and Lois joined him. Typical. As expected, on the screen, it showed Superman fighting an evil force. You looked away before going back to your desk.

You went home with nothing in your mind.

It was late at night when you were mindlessly watching television. Anything to get you to sleep seemed fine. But how could you fall asleep when three extremely loud superheroes were bickering on your balcony.

You were very very startled by a sound coming from outside. Your eyes shot open as you stood up and grabbed an umbrella by your tv stand, ready to hit whoever dared to disturb your lifeless night.

That’s when you find Hawkgirl, Mr. Terrific and Green Lantern arguing on your balcony. “What the actual fuck?” You scoff, putting your umbrella down.

“Uhm- Hi, so-“ Kendra was about to explain their sudden appearance when a loud groan you recognized sounded through the loud noises in the night. Your eyes widened as you walked past them.

Superman looked like shit. He was painfully leaning against the side wall. His suit was torn in many places and his pretty face was covered in bloody scratches. “Clark?!” You gasp, kneeling down beside him.

He could barely keep his eyes open at that moment. You turn towards his colleagues, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide. “He told us to bring him here.” Michael answered your silent question before you turned back to the love of your life.

“Oh, Clark…” Your hands were around him, but you were afraid to hurt him if you laid even just a finger on him. “Well, I don't know what to do!” You exclaimed, turning back to them.

They nodded in unison before helping to get Clark inside your apartment. He was put down on your bed. You did not care about your perfectly white sheets getting dirty and bloody. You wanted him to be fine and seeing him so beat up made your heart fall apart.

The three only stood there as you observed Clark. Clearly, they didn’t know what to do either, especially in the dead of night.

“This is his own fault.” Guy muttered, but he wasn’t slick. “You’re no help, just get out.” You snapped, causing them to carefully step out of the room. You clenched your jaw as you walked closer towards Clark.

“Just... Let him rest until the sun comes up.” Michael spoke once more before leaving the two of you alone.

He made a quiet humming noise as he turned in his unconsciousness. Your eyes began to tear up as you softly brushed the curls on his forehead away. You’ve seen him like this before. Maybe not as bad, but you couldn’t keep your eyes too closely on him. You guessed it was because of how you left things the last time you spoke.

A tear fell down your cheek as your eyes closed shut. “Hey.” Quickly, you wiped away the tears as you turned. “If you need anything, I wrote my number down in the kitchen.” Kendra speaks, remaining on the doorway. “Okay. Thanks for bringing him here.” You nodded, sighing.

You spent the whole night cleaning up visible wounds, hoping it could at least be another source of help other than just the sunlight. Both your mind and your heart were racing as you carefully laid down next to him. The sun was two hours away from showing, but you were tired.

When you had woken up from an uncomfortable slumber, the space beside you was empty, left only with specks of dirt and god knows what else. You shift, letting the warmth of the sun get to you. You surrendered, thinking Clark had left the apartment already.

Very wrong, you were.

The smell of coffee made it clear that there was someone in the kitchen. You grunt, sitting on the edge of the bed as you rubbed your eyes.Your footsteps were quiet and careful as you walked out of the room. It was odd, but you were relieved to see Clark up and about.

You didn’t say anything as you stood behind the kitchen island. Just staring at him as he cheerfully flips pancakes. You couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with this guy. One moment, he was unconscious and wounded and by a couple of hours, he was fine and acting like nothing happened the night before.

He wore one of his work shirts that he once left in your apartment, leaving it unbuttoned. He had discarded the torn up blue suit on your couch and his boots on the side of your balcony door.

Then, he finally turned. His eyes lit up as he smiled. Though it dropped when he saw your eyes glistening. “Baby..” He walked towards you, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you.

Your arms clung onto his shoulders as he picked you up with no trouble. “Im sorry for everything, Clark.” You stuttered, but you didn’t let your tears get the best of you. Clark’s eyes softened out of your sight as he held you tighter.

He puts you down gently, your bare feet reconnecting with the floor that radiated your warmth. His hands cupped your face as you looked up at him with pure love and admiration. “I love you too.” Your head turned slightly in his palm as you spoke.

He smiled instantly, his dimples as prominent as one could be. He leans down to capture your lips in an honest and loving way. Those three bittersweet words had once slipped out of your mouths from time to time, but this time, it could only mean one thing for the both of you.

Now, neither of you were living with something to hide. You put your emotions aside and leaned in to the toughest ride of your life. It only took Clark three other months to get on one knee while he still had to ask you multiple times if you really wanted this afterwards.

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Knock ’em Over — C. Kent

pairing : Clark Kent x Scientist!Reader

contains : fluff, allusions to sexual activities

synopsis : The Daily Planet interviews the cooperation that works with Superman. One of the scientists happened to be the love of his life.

𝓗ours of sitting in front of a monitor was sickening. Clark was bored. He was, as always, two steps ahead from his colleagues with yet another interview with Superman.

His cheek was pressed against his palm as he began to doze off into dreams of you and him. “Smallville!”

That’s too bad. He flinched, eyes wide open after a roll of newspaper hit his bicep. “Ow!” He turns, arms up in defeat.

Clark knew all too well that didn't hurt at all. “Look alive! The scientists arrive in like…” Lois looks down at her watch. “Ten minutes!”

The wheels on Clark’s chair turned, rolling over to Lois and Jimmy. “What scientists?” His eyebrows furrow in a most adoring way. Jimmy scoffs, his hand pointing at Clark in a mocking way.

“There’s no way you forgot, man.” Jimmy spoke as Lois laughs softly, standing up to approach the coffee table. Clark looks up at her when she walks past him, “I thought you said you spent the whole night coming up with questions.” Jimmy retorts the text Clark gave him the other night.

It was hard to decipher when almost all the letters in the text were horribly mixed up.

Oh.

How could he remember anything when he had the night of his life. His lips on yours, turning it sore. His hands all over you, his huge form hovering over you as he kissed your neck. The way he slipped up and accidentally said the word ‘fuck’ when you returned his favor.

He couldn’t help but hear the notification, responding as quickly as he could.

“Weitinh quetsions forr tomroew”

It clicked that you would be coming to the Daily Planet today. More so, in less than eight minutes. “Oh. Right.” Clark nods, returning to his desk.

The Daily Planet wanted to interview the corporation that works with Superman. And the director happened to be you.

It’s not that Superman needed to work with anyone, but whether he likes it or not, he needs someone to take care of his needs here in Metropolis.

When Superman first met you, he was a mess. By coincidence, you found him by an alleyway, sat down against a brick wall as pain consumed him.

The sun was many hours away from showing and he was simply too weak to fly away someplace else. You took him to your lab and did what you could to keep him alive during the few hours you and your colleagues searched for a cure.

Yet, only the sunlight could’ve saved him.

He stuck around for long enough til the sunrise. When he woke, he snapped, not knowing where he was or what these people around him were going to do to him.

“You deserve to be saved too.”

Your words had calmed him down and since then, you’ve been trying to make a cure that mimics the sunlight. He has never refused your help nor ever doubted it for a second.

“Hurry up, Clark.” Said Lois as she waits by his desk. Clark quickly shoved everything in to his bag before going to greet the scientists up front.

His face lit up when he saw you as he struggled to keep his smile to himself. You greet everyone before you greet Clark. “Nice to meet you, Clark.” He didn’t want to let go of your hand when he had to.

Clearing his throat, he pulled his hand away. “Pleasure.”

The interview was done. Everyone stuck around for small talks and food. Last night, you promised to meet him privately. You stood near some desks, studying your surroundings as you waited for him.

Without a warning, your hand was grabbed and you were taken away to the janitor’s closet. You laugh as Clark closes the door behind him. His smile couldn’t get any wider as he turns to you with his glasses now hung on to the collar of his shirt.

His arms slithered around your waist, pulling you flushed against him as he leans down, capturing your lips in a soft way that was coated in hunger.

Clark pulls away abruptly, his breathing still heavy. “Did you mean that?” Before you could answer, his lips were already back on yours.

You had spoken about Superman in every way he is to you as an answer to given questions.”He’s lovely to work with.” , “He’s someone with a pure and genuine soul.” , “No doubt, he is.” You laughed, referring to a reporter calling him handsome.

You pull away. “I thought you were a reporter...” His lips catched yours again. Your hands are kept on his chest to stop him as you pull back. “What kind of question is that?” Your hands began to travel to cup the sides of his face.

Looking at his pretty face, his smile, his dimples could never tire you. Clark lets out an abrupt laugh before burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses within each tiny move he makes.

The room grew hot as he pinned you against the wall.

Your arms rested over his shoulders as you embraced his much larger form. “We should go.” You whisper.

Clark was ready to refuse, but the ringing from his phone startled him. “Oh gosh.” He mutters, pulling away to turn his phone off before anyone from outside could hear.

Holding in your laugh, you place a hand on his shoulder. He sighs once he stopped the ringing. “Five more minutes.” He pleads, his hand on your waist.

You playfully roll your eyes, letting him kiss your lips for another time. He was making use of the little time he had, deepening the kiss. You give in this time, not hesitating to include the tip of your tongue.

Just then, you stumble, knocking down a broom and it nearly gave you a heart attack. You chuckle as he pulls you closer. “Yeah, we should go.”

Besides, there was plenty of time for the both of you to continue.

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Knock ’em Over — C. Kent

pairing : Clark Kent x Scientist!Reader

contains : fluff, allusions to sexual activities

synopsis : The Daily Planet interviews the cooperation that works with Superman. One of the scientists happened to be the love of his life.

𝓗ours of sitting in front of a monitor was sickening. Clark was bored. He was, as always, two steps ahead from his colleagues with yet another interview with Superman.

His cheek was pressed against his palm as he began to doze off into dreams of you and him. “Smallville!”

That’s too bad. He flinched, eyes wide open after a roll of newspaper hit his bicep. “Ow!” He turns, arms up in defeat.

Clark knew all too well that didn't hurt at all. “Look alive! The scientists arrive in like…” Lois looks down at her watch. “Ten minutes!”

The wheels on Clark’s chair turned, rolling over to Lois and Jimmy. “What scientists?” His eyebrows furrow in a most adoring way. Jimmy scoffs, his hand pointing at Clark in a mocking way.

“There’s no way you forgot, man.” Jimmy spoke as Lois laughs softly, standing up to approach the coffee table. Clark looks up at her when she walks past him, “I thought you said you spent the whole night coming up with questions.” Jimmy retorts the text Clark gave him the other night.

It was hard to decipher when almost all the letters in the text were horribly mixed up.

Oh.

How could he remember anything when he had the night of his life. His lips on yours, turning it sore. His hands all over you, his huge form hovering over you as he kissed your neck. The way he slipped up and accidentally said the word ‘fuck’ when you returned his favor.

He couldn’t help but hear the notification, responding as quickly as he could.

“Weitinh quetsions forr tomroew”

It clicked that you would be coming to the Daily Planet today. More so, in less than eight minutes. “Oh. Right.” Clark nods, returning to his desk.

The Daily Planet wanted to interview the corporation that works with Superman. And the director happened to be you.

It’s not that Superman needed to work with anyone, but whether he likes it or not, he needs someone to take care of his needs here in Metropolis.

When Superman first met you, he was a mess. By coincidence, you found him by an alleyway, sat down against a brick wall as pain consumed him.

The sun was many hours away from showing and he was simply too weak to fly away someplace else. You took him to your lab and did what you could to keep him alive during the few hours you and your colleagues searched for a cure.

Yet, only the sunlight could’ve saved him.

He stuck around for long enough til the sunrise. When he woke, he snapped, not knowing where he was or what these people around him were going to do to him.

“You deserve to be saved too.”

Your words had calmed him down and since then, you’ve been trying to make a cure that mimics the sunlight. He has never refused your help nor ever doubted it for a second.

“Hurry up, Clark.” Said Lois as she waits by his desk. Clark quickly shoved everything in to his bag before going to greet the scientists up front.

His face lit up when he saw you as he struggled to keep his smile to himself. You greet everyone before you greet Clark. “Nice to meet you, Clark.” He didn’t want to let go of your hand when he had to.

Clearing his throat, he pulled his hand away. “Pleasure.”

The interview was done. Everyone stuck around for small talks and food. Last night, you promised to meet him privately. You stood near some desks, studying your surroundings as you waited for him.

Without a warning, your hand was grabbed and you were taken away to the janitor’s closet. You laugh as Clark closes the door behind him. His smile couldn’t get any wider as he turns to you with his glasses now hung on to the collar of his shirt.

His arms slithered around your waist, pulling you flushed against him as he leans down, capturing your lips in a soft way that was coated in hunger.

Clark pulls away abruptly, his breathing still heavy. “Did you mean that?” Before you could answer, his lips were already back on yours.

You had spoken about Superman in every way he is to you as an answer to given questions.”He’s lovely to work with.” , “He’s someone with a pure and genuine soul.” , “No doubt, he is.” You laughed, referring to a reporter calling him handsome.

You pull away. “I thought you were a reporter...” His lips catched yours again. Your hands are kept on his chest to stop him as you pull back. “What kind of question is that?” Your hands began to travel to cup the sides of his face.

Looking at his pretty face, his smile, his dimples could never tire you. Clark lets out an abrupt laugh before burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses within each tiny move he makes.

The room grew hot as he pinned you against the wall.

Your arms rested over his shoulders as you embraced his much larger form. “We should go.” You whisper.

Clark was ready to refuse, but the ringing from his phone startled him. “Oh gosh.” He mutters, pulling away to turn his phone off before anyone from outside could hear.

Holding in your laugh, you place a hand on his shoulder. He sighs once he stopped the ringing. “Five more minutes.” He pleads, his hand on your waist.

You playfully roll your eyes, letting him kiss your lips for another time. He was making use of the little time he had, deepening the kiss. You give in this time, not hesitating to include the tip of your tongue.

Just then, you stumble, knocking down a broom and it nearly gave you a heart attack. You chuckle as he pulls you closer. “Yeah, we should go.”

Besides, there was plenty of time for the both of you to continue.

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Knock ’em Over — C. Kent

pairing : Clark Kent x Scientist!Reader

contains : fluff, allusions to sexual activities

synopsis : The Daily Planet interviews the cooperation that works with Superman. One of the scientists happened to be the love of his life.

𝓗ours of sitting in front of a monitor was sickening. Clark was bored. He was, as always, two steps ahead from his colleagues with yet another interview with Superman.

His cheek was pressed against his palm as he began to doze off into dreams of you and him. “Smallville!”

That’s too bad. He flinched, eyes wide open after a roll of newspaper hit his bicep. “Ow!” He turns, arms up in defeat.

Clark knew all too well that didn't hurt at all. “Look alive! The scientists arrive in like…” Lois looks down at her watch. “Ten minutes!”

The wheels on Clark’s chair turned, rolling over to Lois and Jimmy. “What scientists?” His eyebrows furrow in a most adoring way. Jimmy scoffs, his hand pointing at Clark in a mocking way.

“There’s no way you forgot, man.” Jimmy spoke as Lois laughs softly, standing up to approach the coffee table. Clark looks up at her when she walks past him, “I thought you said you spent the whole night coming up with questions.” Jimmy retorts the text Clark gave him the other night.

It was hard to decipher when almost all the letters in the text were horribly mixed up.

Oh.

How could he remember anything when he had the night of his life. His lips on yours, turning it sore. His hands all over you, his huge form hovering over you as he kissed your neck. The way he slipped up and accidentally said the word ‘fuck’ when you returned his favor.

He couldn’t help but hear the notification, responding as quickly as he could.

“Weitinh quetsions forr tomroew”

It clicked that you would be coming to the Daily Planet today. More so, in less than eight minutes. “Oh. Right.” Clark nods, returning to his desk.

The Daily Planet wanted to interview the corporation that works with Superman. And the director happened to be you.

It’s not that Superman needed to work with anyone, but whether he likes it or not, he needs someone to take care of his needs here in Metropolis.

When Superman first met you, he was a mess. By coincidence, you found him by an alleyway, sat down against a brick wall as pain consumed him.

The sun was many hours away from showing and he was simply too weak to fly away someplace else. You took him to your lab and did what you could to keep him alive during the few hours you and your colleagues searched for a cure.

Yet, only the sunlight could’ve saved him.

He stuck around for long enough til the sunrise. When he woke, he snapped, not knowing where he was or what these people around him were going to do to him.

“You deserve to be saved too.”

Your words had calmed him down and since then, you’ve been trying to make a cure that mimics the sunlight. He has never refused your help nor ever doubted it for a second.

“Hurry up, Clark.” Said Lois as she waits by his desk. Clark quickly shoved everything in to his bag before going to greet the scientists up front.

His face lit up when he saw you as he struggled to keep his smile to himself. You greet everyone before you greet Clark. “Nice to meet you, Clark.” He didn’t want to let go of your hand when he had to.

Clearing his throat, he pulled his hand away. “Pleasure.”

The interview was done. Everyone stuck around for small talks and food. Last night, you promised to meet him privately. You stood near some desks, studying your surroundings as you waited for him.

Without a warning, your hand was grabbed and you were taken away to the janitor’s closet. You laugh as Clark closes the door behind him. His smile couldn’t get any wider as he turns to you with his glasses now hung on to the collar of his shirt.

His arms slithered around your waist, pulling you flushed against him as he leans down, capturing your lips in a soft way that was coated in hunger.

Clark pulls away abruptly, his breathing still heavy. “Did you mean that?” Before you could answer, his lips were already back on yours.

You had spoken about Superman in every way he is to you as an answer to given questions.”He’s lovely to work with.” , “He’s someone with a pure and genuine soul.” , “No doubt, he is.” You laughed, referring to a reporter calling him handsome.

You pull away. “I thought you were a reporter...” His lips catched yours again. Your hands are kept on his chest to stop him as you pull back. “What kind of question is that?” Your hands began to travel to cup the sides of his face.

Looking at his pretty face, his smile, his dimples could never tire you. Clark lets out an abrupt laugh before burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses within each tiny move he makes.

The room grew hot as he pinned you against the wall.

Your arms rested over his shoulders as you embraced his much larger form. “We should go.” You whisper.

Clark was ready to refuse, but the ringing from his phone startled him. “Oh gosh.” He mutters, pulling away to turn his phone off before anyone from outside could hear.

Holding in your laugh, you place a hand on his shoulder. He sighs once he stopped the ringing. “Five more minutes.” He pleads, his hand on your waist.

You playfully roll your eyes, letting him kiss your lips for another time. He was making use of the little time he had, deepening the kiss. You give in this time, not hesitating to include the tip of your tongue.

Just then, you stumble, knocking down a broom and it nearly gave you a heart attack. You chuckle as he pulls you closer. “Yeah, we should go.”

Besides, there was plenty of time for the both of you to continue.

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Hunger For All — c. snow ( part one )

( series masterlist ! ) — coriolanus snow x fem! capitol ! oc

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❝ more is what they seek and what they’ll find. ❞

in which : a friendship, turned to hatred, turned to rivalry and turned to love. this love… it was caused by the burdening of a runt girl from the districts. yet, he doesn’t know what to do or who to chose.

CHAPTER LIST

➷ 0 … prologue

➷ I … reap the young

➷ II … rainbow ruffles ( coming v soon ! )

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