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AWWWWWW TYSM!! im so so glad that u liked it♥️♥️

to make you feel my love

in which bucky barnes knows you will always be by his side, and you know he will always be by yours

PAIRING: bucky barnes x fem!reader, bucky barnes x avengers!reader

WARNINGS: angst, pining, yearning, longing, any synonym of the previous three words, Thanos, HYDRA, tension you could cut with a knife, negative self-thinking, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 4.2k

🎶 : make you feel my love - adele

AN: 🩵♥️💗 - enjoy!!

“Should I be concerned?”

You don't turn to him, eyes fixed on the stars that illuminated the night sky. “Define concerned.”

Bucky sat beside you, his metal arm brushing yours just barely. “You’re on the roof, Doll.”

“Okay?” You huffed. “You’re on the roof all the time, James.”

“That’s different.”

You hummed, shrugging. You didn’t have the strength to fight, nor did you particularly want to. “It feels wrong.”

“What does?” He draped a blanket over your shoulders, navy and warm, his cologne engulfing your senses.

You gestured to the very tower you were sitting on, the very tower you were inhabiting yet again. “This. We shouldn’t be here. This isn’t ours.”

He frowned. “The rest of us, maybe.”

“I feel a but coming on…”

“Stark left your room completely untouched.” He nudged your arm. “Why do you think he did that?”

“Saved the best for last, I guess.” You muttered. “The last time I talked to him, like truly talked to him, it didn’t exactly go well.”

“Have you read the letter he left you?” You jumped, shocked that Bucky remembered that. “Judging from your reaction, you have not.”

“It’s not that. How did you-” You heart fluttered at the idea of him paying attention to you, to your every move, to every otherwise meaningless moment. “You remembered?”

He nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Course I did.”

You waited until he turned his gaze to the sky to lay your head on his shoulder. His posture stiffened, but he made no effort to push you away. He was still getting used to it, after all this time, your affection.

“I feel so alone.” You whispered. “They’re all gone. And they-” A sob wrecked through your body. “Nat was my best friend. She’s dead, she’s never coming back. Clint is MIA, Bruce is off the grid, and Thor hasn’t been seen in years. And Ste-” Your voice broke. “He shouldn’t have left us. Left you.”

“Don’t.” Bucky’s voice was quiet, scared of getting upset, scared of remembering how Steve had left. He understood at first. Then the anger set in, and the feelings of abandonment crept into the very deepest parts of his soul, settling in his bones. “He’s happy. I’m glad.”

Germany, 2016

“Steve.” You called out, stomach flipping as the Winter Soldier found consciousness, his intense gaze falling on you. “He’s waking up.”

“Steve.” Bucky groaned.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?”

“Your mom’s name was Sarah.” He laughed, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips. He was beautiful, you found yourself thinking, even though he could potentially kill you in five seconds flat. He had the sort of beauty that pulled you in, intensity etched on every trait. The way his eyebrows furrowed and the creases that formed between them as a result. The way his eyes clung to whoever he watched, like he was trying to learn everything about you in a moment. The way his smile lines barely existed anymore, but still were there, as faint as a whisper. “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.”

You laughed, slapping a hand over your mouth. “Sorry.”

Steve smiled. “Can’t read that in a museum.”

“Just like that, we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam scoffed.

You glared. “He’s been through enough without you picking him apart, don’t you think?”

“What did I do?”

“Enough,” Steve replied.

“Oh god.” Bucky squeezed his eyes shut. “I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words.”

“Who was he?”

“I don’t know.”

“People are dead. The bombing, the setup. The doctor did all of that just to get ten minutes alone with you. I need you to do better than I don’t know.”

“Steve.” You whispered. “I-I could try.”

“You really want to go near that guy?” Sam pulled a face. “What if he-”

“I trust him.” You smiled. “He won’t hurt me.” You looked over at Bucky, urging him to defend himself. “Right?”

“Course not.” He grumbled. “I would never.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, this can’t be happening.” He looked at Steve, practically begging him to say something. “You can’t think this is a good idea.”

“If Bucky is alright with it, then I don’t see the issue.” Steve shrugged.

“James.” You approached him slowly, explaining what would happen. “I have powers, powers that make it so I can see your memories. I’m going to place my hands on your temples, you should hardly feel it.” You knelt in front of him, brushing a hair out of his face and behind his ear. “Is that alright?”

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah, that’s alright.” His heart was pounding, not from the thought of you in his mind, but from how close you were. His heart pounded from your perfume engulfing his senses, from your smile, which made his cheeks warm. From your trust in him, in a man you’d just met, a man you’d just watched tear through a government facility like it was nothing. “I gotta warn you, it’s not great up there.”

You laughed, actually laughed, and he couldn’t help but grin. “I can assure you, I’ve seen worse. Much worse.”

“Are you two gonna stop flirting, or do I need to leave the room?” Sam’s harsh voice interrupted whatever was happening. You threw a quick glare over your shoulder, completely missing Steve’s knowing look.

You turned back, rolling your eyes. “Don’t listen to him. He’s cranky when he doesn’t get enough sleep.”

Bucky nodded, chills running down his spine as your fingers found their way to his temple. “Seems like it.”

Wakanda, April 2018

“Bucky?” You pushed aside the curtain, stepping into his hut. “It’s me.”

“Doll.” He stepped out from behind the room divider, a slight grin on his lips. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah.” You inched toward him, taking in the home he’d made for himself. “Wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Yeah?” His eyes were mischievous. It was nice to see them hold something other than grief, than shame. “You were thinking about me?”

“Don’t go getting a big head, Barnes.”

“Won’t be a problem, Doll.” He laughed, walking around you to grab his hair tie, tying his hair in a bun. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Shuri made sure to let me know they were getting the last of-” You swallowed. “You know, of HYRDA out of you. I wanted to be here, to support you.”

“You didn’t need to do that.” He scoffed. “I’m sure Steve needs you more than I do.”

You shook your head, placing a weary hand on his arm. “Steve’s a big boy. Besides, I’d rather be here. With you.”

“Alright.” He nodded. “If you insist.”

“I do.” You grinned, following after him. “So, are you a full-blown goat farmer now?”

He glared, not finding humor in your teasing. “This is very serious work.”

“I’m sure.” You laughed. “Do they have names?”

“And what if they do?”

You cackled, clutching your stomach. “What did you name them?”

“I’m glad you asked.” He grabbed your hand like it was second nature, pulling you around the field and introducing you to every goat. “This one's Sweetheart, even though she’s the meanest one here. This one’s Doll, that’s Bernie, that’s Baby, and this one-” He grabbed the smallest one, probably three months old, petting it gently. “This one I named after you.”

You raised a brow. “Really?”

He nodded proudly, scratching the baby’s head. “Angel. That’s her name.”

“James.” You glared, slightly embarrassed that you were here if he didn’t even remember your name. “My name is not Angel.”

“I know.” He smiled. “You're my angel. My guardian angel.”

“Oh.” Your stomach flipped at the way he held your attention, the way his eyes never left yours. “Well, thank you.”

He nodded as if it was the most romantic thing in the world, like he hadn’t just made your insides turn to mush. Bucky Barnes would be the death of you. “Of course.”

Wakanda, October 2018

“Bucky!” You screamed, racing after him. He was most definitely not trying to run from you, because you knew he was much faster than you. “Don’t!”

“I have to!” He stopped, turning to face you. “It’ll be alright, Doll.”

“You don’t know that.” You scoffed. “Just wait a second-”

“We don’t have that luxury.” He glared.

“I could make you stay.” Your hand itched to reach up, to place your palms on his temples and lull him to sleep. To keep him safe, out of danger. “I could-”

“You wouldn’t.” He frowned, holding your hand in his. “You know you wouldn’t.”

“I can’t-” You couldn’t believe you were about to confess your feelings in the middle of the battlefield. “I can’t lose you, Bucky.”

“You’re not gonna lose me, Doll.” He smiled. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“Then come with me. We’ll take out this son of a bitch, and then…” He kissed the back of your hand, much too happy for your current climate. “I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Ask me after, hotshot.” You wiggled your eyebrows before sprinting toward the giant purple titan.

“Fine!” He ran after you, aiming his gun right at the titan’s head. “After!”

You hadn’t even had time to reach Thanos. He raised his hand, and his stones slammed you off to the side like it was nothing, your head knocking against a tree.

You woke up, what seemed like three minutes later, to an eerie sort of quiet looming over the battlefield, grey dust fluttering throughout the air. Steve stumbled over, pulling you up from the ground. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, rubbing the back of your neck. “Head hurts a bit, but who cares?”

“We’ll get that checked out.” He looked solemn, his typical spirited nature nowhere to be found. He wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you walk.

“Steve?” You whispered, scared to even ask. “What happened?”

He swallowed. “We lost.”

“We’re not always going to win.”

“Yeah.” His head hung low, losing himself in his thoughts.

“Where’s Buck?” You scanned the battlefield, his navy blue vest nowhere to be seen. “Is he alright?”

“He’s gone.” Steve coughed. “Vanished.”

“What?” You pushed yourself out of his hold, hands on your hips. “What the hell do you mean gone?”

“He-” Steve pointed to the pile of ash that lay a few feet behind you. “He just disappeared.”

“But he-” You crumbled to the ground, running your hands through the ash. “He said-”

“C’mon.” He picked you up like it was nothing, fighting his own tears as you sobbed freely. “We need to get out of here.”

“No!” You thrashed against his hold. “Leave me here! I can’t leave him- He was supposed to be safe, we were supposed to-” You were most definitely hyperventilating, letting yourself into the nightmare you thought would forever stay in your mind. “He can’t just be gone.”

“I’m sorry. I really am.” Steve whispered. “We’ll get him back, I promise.”

Upstate New York, 2023

In all the chaos, you never once saw him. You knew he’d disappeared with Sam, with Bruce and Wanda, and you’d seen all of them. You’d yet to see Bucky. It wasn’t like this battle left you much free time; the Chitauri dogs were relentless, coming after you wave after wave.

Your heart clenched at the thought of him dying before you could even see him.

“Doll?” Your heart dropped, shooting the Chitauri dog that raced toward you dead. “Are you-”

You whipped around, your gun aimed for his chest. “How do I know it’s really you?”

“C’mon-” He edged toward you, but your aim didn’t falter. “Fine, alright. I named a goat after you. Angel. She was small, white as snow, and I made you hold her.” He laughed. “Then Angel bit you, and you dropped her.”

“Bucky.” You lowered your blaster, eyes tearing up. “You’re back.”

He nodded. “I am. And I’m so sorry-”

You jumped into his arms, your own tight around him like you were afraid he’d disappear again. “You smell the same.”

“You changed your perfume.” He whispered, burying his face into your neck. “It’s nice.”

You felt bashful, shy, and giddy. “Thanks.”

He ignored the way your voice reverberated against his very soul. “What happened, Angel?”

“Too much to explain.” You let go of the super soldier, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “After?”

“Sure.” He nodded, reloading his gun. “After.”

“Glad to see you two reunited.” Sam laughed over the comms. Your head whipped toward the sky, promptly flipping him off. He just laughed again. “You finally gonna fess up, or are we gonna watch you pine for another seven years?”

“Shut up, Sam.” You hissed. “Don’t you have some fighting to do?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You were sure he was rolling his eyes. “You haven’t changed.”

The roof quickly grew cold, but you hadn’t minded, cuddling into Bucky’s side for warmth. He was like a human furnace, always radiating heat, even in terrible climates. You remembered in Siberia he’d held you in his arms as you walked across the frozen tundra like it was nothing. He just trudged on, shielding you from the harsh weather. Steve had this horrible look on his face, but you ignored him.

Bucky was just keeping you warm. There was nothing romantic about it then.

Now there was.

You had a history, a history spanning back a decade. And even though neither of you had ever acted on the obvious feelings between you, everyone knew. The Avengers had known, the Thunderbolts had known, and every villain you’d ever fought together had known.

It was as obvious as knowing that the Earth was round.

It was a fact, practically etched into stone.

Bucky stood up, offering his hand. It seems even a human furnace gets cold. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” You took his hand gratefully, wrapping his arm around your shoulders before he could even think to. “Have you ever thought about what it would have been like? If Thanos never happened?”

“Every day, Angel.”

The halls of the Watchtower (the name was Walker’s idea, not yours, or Bucky’s for that matter) were dim, fluorescents faintly flickering in the background. You hummed, nuzzling yourself closer into his side. “What are you thinking about now?”

“Asking you to the gala next week.”

Your heart stuttered, not feeling brave enough to meet his eyes. “Yeah?”

“What do you think?”

“Well, I’ll already be there.” You giggled. “As I’m also part of the Thunderbolts.”

“But what if-” He stopped, right outside your door, spinning you around to face him. “What if we went together?”

“Okay.”

“I don’t want you to say yes because I’m asking.” His eyes dared to stare at your lips, cheeks growing pink. “I want you to say yes because you want to.”

“I want to.” You grinned. “I really want to.”

He nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

You stood on your tiptoes, your arms wrapping around his neck as you hugged him tightly. “See you tomorrow, Barnes.”

“I swear to god.” You hissed, fighting with the zipper on the back of your dress. Sweat had begun to build on your brow from the sheer amount of effort you were putting into this, but to no avail. The zipper wouldn’t go. You practically screamed, stomping your foot against the ground as if that would help anything.

‘Your’ heels sat off to the side, moderately tall with red bottoms. A gift from Valentina. You didn’t want to wear them. If you wore them, it would be a personal victory for the corrupt politician, and you wanted to keep her humble, scared of your power. You decided right then and there not to, opting for your own heels, which were much more comfortable and much more your style.

They were much more forgiving on your already aching feet. Grabbing your clutch, you walked down the hall to Bucky’s room, reluctantly knocking on the door. “James? Can I come in?”

“Door’s unlocked.”

You smiled, walking into his room. It was dark, must like Bucky himself. Lots of navy blue, with the occasional poster from the 40s. Lots of baseball memorabilia, lots of photos of Steve, Sam, and you. Even Nat had made it on his dresser.

“I need your help.” Your voice was small, annoyed by the situation. “My dress zipper is pissing me off.”

He laughed, still in the bathroom, probably fixing his hair. “Yeah? I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” You sat down on his bed, waiting for him to be done. “Could you zip it for me?”

Clatter. His brush probably fell. Why, you had no idea. But in a second, he was out of the bathroom, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, racing down and then quickly back up your figure. “You look-”

“If you’re about to tease me, don’t. I happen to like this dress.”

“You look gorgeous. Like Dorothy Lamour.” He shook his head, correcting himself. “What am I saying? Dorothy Lamour could never-”

“Whoa there.” You grinned, basking under his praise. “Deep cut. I don’t even know who that is.”

“She was a bombshell actress from the 30s. I used to have a crush on her.” He shrugged like he hadn’t just compared you to her, like he hadn’t just said you were more beautiful than his childhood crush. God, he was perfect. “C’mere.”

“Alright.” You jumped up, standing in front of him, watching through his mirror. “I would have asked John, but he-”

“No.” Bucky practically yelped. “I mean, I’m glad to help. Really.” He grabbed the zipper, his finger grazing your back ever so slightly. Your breath caught, biting your bottom lip to avoid audibly gasping. He was slow, taking his time, like he was enjoying seeing you so worked up over his touch. His hands trailed down your side to your hips, squeezing lightly. “Finished.”

His touch was like fire, burning into you. He knew exactly what to do to turn you into a babbling mess, like a schoolgirl with her first crush, and it was dangerous. You turned in his hold, enjoying the way his fingers dug into you, like he didn’t want to let you go. Like you meant something to him. You didn’t want him to. “Bucky…”

His forehead dropped against yours, chills running down your spine as his eyes found yours. “Angel…”

“Your tie is crooked.”

“Is it?” He didn’t look, obviously too caught up in the proximity of it all, eyes fluttering to your lips.

You nodded, ignoring the way your heart aggressively beat against your chest. With his super soldier hearing, there was no way he hadn’t heard it, but you were glad he chose not to say anything. Your fingers reached up, delicately fixing the tie. “Can’t have you looking anything less than perfect at our debut gala.”

“Our debut?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“The Thunderbolts debut.” You smoothed out his shirt, hands lingering on his chest. “You know what I meant.”

“Mhm.”

You darted up, pecking the corner of his mouth before promptly turning around and walking out the door.

Bucky just stood there, holding the exact spot you’d kissed him.

You huffed, calling out over your shoulder. “Are you coming?”

Your voice snapped him back to life, and he nodded, grabbing his suit jacket. “Right behind you, Angel.”

“You want a drink?” Bucky leaned down, voice low. “Because I think I’ll need one to get through this.”

“Yes, please.” You smiled. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Course. I’ll be right back.” God, he looked good, his suit jacket barely holding his back muscles. Your cheeks grew hot, watching him walk away, and so you turned your back to him, scanning the room for any familiar face. Anyone at all, hell, you’d settle for Congressman Williams, the old Montana native who called you sweetheart.

He was sweet when he wasn’t talking your ear off about his father, and how he’d known Steve. And by known, he meant his father had fought with him in World War Two.

Sam was here, talking to a beautiful woman, a woman you did not recognize. Fine, so not Sam. You scanned the room, realizing there were a lot of beautiful women there. Like, tons. What did Valentina do? Invite every model in New York City? You began to pick at your dress, your mind wandering to dangerous places, comparing each and every one of those beautiful women to yourself. Your heart clenched, and you had the sudden urge to flee the gala while you had the chance. You stalked up the stairs, determined to leave before-

“Doll?”

You stopped, closing your eyes. It’s like he had a sixth sense for when you were upset. You turned around, smiling timidly. “Hey.”

“Where are you off to?”

“I um-” Your eyes looked everywhere but his, scared of his influence on you. “I’m not feeling well.”

“Really?” He sounded worried. “Let me feel your forehead-”

“I think I should just-” You nodded, like you were convincing yourself. “I think I should go. Don’t want this headache to grow worse.” Liar. “Besides, I would just dampen your-”

“Dance with me.” He interrupted. “Just once, then you can go.”

“I don’t know-”

“C’mon.” He smiled, leaning in like he was about to tell you a secret. “Someone in here has got to have Tylenol.” He handed off your drinks to a passing waiter, offering you his hand. “One dance.”

You smiled back, placing your hand delicately in yours. “One dance wouldn’t hurt.”

The dance floor itself was practically empty, only a few older couples slow dancing to the jazz standard playing behind them. Bucky was smooth, spinning you around in his arms before you even knew what was happening. Your arms braced for impact against his chest, hair swishing behind you from the inertia. “I didn’t have a headache.”

“I know.” He hummed, pulling you too close for you to remain friends. Sam shook his head knowingly, giving you a quick thumbs up. “What really got in your head, Angel?”

“Lots of models here tonight.”

“Are there?” It seemed like he was pretending not to notice for your sake. Sweet. “I haven’t seen any.”

“Really? Because there are like twenty here. Probably more.”

“Only noticed one.”

“Oh.” Your voice grew small, void of its usual confidence. “Who is she?”

“Reminds me of this actress I had a crush on in the 30s.”

“Oh.” You smiled, bashfully tracing shapes on his chest. “You could have anyone, you know.”

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you on that one, Angel.”

“You’re James Buchanan Barnes. Best friend to not one, but two Captain Americas, a World War II vet, leader of the Thunderbolts, and former Congressman.”

“You make me sound so accomplished.”

“That’s because you are.” You were itching to reach up and press your lips to his. Instead of acting on your fantasy, your eyes fell to his chest, staring at the ivory buttons on his dress shirt. “You always turn me into mush.”

He laughed. “Mush?”

You nodded. “Mush. It’s not fair. You always know what to say. You’re so perfect, so handsome.”

“Angel-”

“I’ve been in love with you for so long.” You couldn’t look at him; you weren’t brave enough. “So long. And I just- I didn’t think I could ever tell you.”

“How long?” He sounded upset, which in turn caused you to grow upset. “How long have you been in love with me?”

“Give or take eight years.” You whispered. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have-”

“Why didn’t you say anything, Angel?”

You looked up, laughing. “Why didn’t you?”

“Now hold on a minute.” He sounded deeply offended, a playful glint in his eye. “I asked you to dinner.”

“In the middle of a battle!” You shook your head. “Horrible timing.”

He hooked a finger under your chin, his voice soft and warm, like a freshly baked sugar cookie. “You’re radiant.”

“Bucky…” Your eyes felt heavy. You didn’t know if you were about to cry, but it felt like it. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Doll, you’re timeless. Would have knocked by breath away even in the 40’s.”

You scoffed. “Even if Dorothy Lamour was there?”

He nodded. “Wouldn’t have even paid attention to her. I’d be too busy staring at you.” His eyes raced over your face like he was trying to capture this moment forever. “I need you to know that you're beautiful. Because I-” He swallowed, cheeks tinged pink. “I do. I’ve known it since Germany.”

“You’re a sweet-talker.”

"Maybe." He leaned down, his breath mixing with yours, your lips mere inches apart. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. “Okay.”

It hadn’t been one of those intense movie kisses, the ones where you feel like you’re interrupting something. It was full of longing, or romance, intimate in a way that the movies never captured. His left arm had you pulled firmly against him, with his other still between you, still holding your chin, pulling your lips to his.

“James…” You didn’t want to pull away, but you needed to breathe. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Angel.” Your lips were still touching, brushing against each other with every word. “Love you more than you’ll ever know.”

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TYSM FOR RECOMMENDING MY FIC!! i’m so glad u enjoyed it♥️♥️

ᯓ★ clark kent - superman

𝜗𝜚 masterlist • dc • 08/01/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs four I one I two I three II gif credit - @/olympain

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

ꨄ︎ deadlines & (super) secrets I @spideystevie I F

clark’s repeatedly absent at work and you’re too inquisitive for your own good or three times you were suspicious of clark kent and the one time you got it right

ꨄ︎ one minute left to live I @bodhiscurls I A

the world is ending and superman has done all he can, but there's one thing left for clark kent to do and that's to stay by your side as the earth burns itself whole.

ꨄ︎ you didn’t kiss me goodbye I @/bodhiscurls I A + F

after an arguement with your boyfriend, clark kent does the unthinkable. he doesn't come home, doesn't kiss you goodbye and doesn't return until its midnight and you've fallen asleep on your sofa. good job, clark still has the goodnight kiss to redeem himself.

ꨄ︎ now that we don’t talk I @/bodhiscurls I A

clark kent has to prove himself that he's loyal, that despite his consistent wandering absences and emergency leave, he can be trusted to be chief editor at the daily planet. and that means having to ask the one person in the world who hates him more than anything to play pretend as his date (his wife) at the next gala. to show the world clark kent is loyal, the picture of stability and did not ruin his only serious relationship he's ever had.

ꨄ︎ eight legs too many I @iamgonnagetyouback I F

you panic over a bug and knock on your neighbor’s door for help. good thing your neighbor is clark kent. and he's stupidly hot.

ꨄ︎ foolish hearts I @tw1sters I HC

Loving Clark Kent is easy, but he seems to find letting you go even easier. At least, until Clark is forced to fully reckon with what it means to really lose you.

ꨄ︎ teacher!clark - single!mom hc I @plumisa I F

ꨄ︎ the version of you i’ll never know I @zziggerang I HC

You knew Clark had a past. Everyone does. But sometimes, in the quiet of your shared bed, the ghost of a woman you’ve never met lingers in your thoughts, Lois. You’re not jealous of her now. You’re jealous of the version of Clark she got to love before you. The one unscarred by loss. As your quiet insecurities rise to the surface, Clark holds you through your fears… while quietly wrestling with his own.

ꨄ︎ hanging up without saying ‘i love you’ prank I @/zziggerang I F

You decide to prank Clark by hanging up on him without saying “I love you.” It’s just a harmless TikTok trend, right?

ꨄ︎ reporter gets interviewed I @08luvmailz I F

ꨄ︎ drabble I @marvelimaginesyesplease I F + ~S

ꨄ︎ must be a secret admirer I @francixoxoxo I F

Clark is even worse at hiding your workplace relationship than he was at hiding his massive crush on you. A recounting of three times where Clark nearly gives the two of you away, just because his loverboy self can’t help it.

ꨄ︎ don’t be late I @katsu28 I F + A

if one thing is true about clark kent, it’s that he likes his coffee. he also likes the barista who makes it for him, but you don’t know that. all you know is that you like the really cute guy who comes in at the same time every morning and orders the same thing.

ꨄ︎ just a scratch I @octraiin I F

Your boyfriend shows up at your window late at night injured.

ꨄ︎ outfield I @familyvideostevie I F

You and Clark go to a baseball game.

ꨄ︎ megaphone to my chest pt2 I @alwritey-aphrodite I C

ꨄ︎ melt with you I @moonlight-prose I F + S

clark kent was a man of many talents. being the chef - the man who could whip up enough food to keep you sated and full for till the sun crested over the horizon and peeked through his windows - was one of them. but you were...a mess in the kitchen. so he decides to help.

ꨄ︎ dripping like honey I @/moonlight-prose I S

clark kent absolutely gets drunk eat pussy.

ꨄ︎ ice cream I @sunflowersteves I F + S

It was a particuarly hot day in Metropolis, why not treat yourself to some ice cream?

ꨄ︎ beach day confessions and first kisses I @fleurbly I F

ꨄ︎ clark kent thinks you’re avoiding him…you are I @raven-dor I A + F

ꨄ︎ state of grace I @auroralwriting I F

when another metahuman decides to relocate to metropolis, how is it that clark always gets swept up in situations like these? aka, how does clark kent end up falling head over heels for the invisible woman?

ꨄ︎ mastermind I @/auroralwriting I F

as one of the daily planet's most popular gossip column writers, clark is surprised to learn you're a genius when it comes to superman. he's also surprised to learn you aren't all heels and makeup

ꨄ︎ terminally ill!reader I @vaamppiraa I A

ꨄ︎ you light up the skies above me ao3 I @cremedelabrulee I F

You felt like a floosy, making heart eyes at Clark when he wasn't paying attention and sighing over Superman in your private moments. In an effort to feel not as awful, you would say to yourself that Supernova was the one who liked Superman. But you? You liked Clark.

ꨄ︎ cause i’m a punk rocker I @bippiti I F + A + S

you moved to smallville because you had to save your family's farm. it was a place you never wanted to stay at but also couldn't escape. then you met him: quiet, steady, and the one person who saw through your walls. slowly, without warning he became the part of you you didn't even know you were missing

ꨄ︎ the necklace I @404superman I S

You get Clark a silly little gift, a necklace with his ‘superman’ logo on it. He loves it when you bite it while he’s fucking you.

ꨄ︎ same old love I @supermanthisho I A + C

Clark’s meeting your parents for the first time and yet you’re the one on the verge of panic. Aka, reader has a strained relationship with her family and doesn’t want Clark to see how she fits into the dynamic.

ꨄ︎ shattered vows pt2 I @k-a-n65 I A

When Lex Luthor traps Superman in a kryptonite-laced prison, he exploits a hidden connection—an ordinary woman who once helped him to his feet. She becomes the perfect bait. But when she falls, everything Clark Kent thought he could endure shatters.

ꨄ︎ fangirl!reader I @dollfacefantasy I F

ꨄ︎ they call it puppy love pt2 I @vitoriadior I F

you used to have a dog with Lex. Now Lex uses "joint custody" of the dog as an excuse to stay in your life. When you start dating Clark, Lex holds the dog hostage. Luckily for you, Superman is always there for you.

ꨄ︎ out of harms way I @maikorian I A + F

there's no such thing as a 'normal' day in metropolis. monster attacks happen at least once a week and barely anyone is phased anymore. everyone's golden rule is that if something bad has already happened earlier in the day, then you would be safe for the rest of the day. unfortunately, this rule fails you when you decide to bring your daughter to the park and get caught up in a monster attack. its a good thing your husband just so happens to be superman and has a sharp ear.

ꨄ︎ superdaddy I @goldsainz I F

your five year old daughter does not understand why clark owns a superman suit in his closet.

ꨄ︎ kissing booth I @mcumorningstar I F

In an attempt to get closer to his crush, Clark offers to help with the school carnival… until he is assigned the kissing booth.

ꨄ︎ what happens in vegas, doesn’t stay in vegas…? I @14thgalerie I F + A

ꨄ︎ blind boxes and xray visions I @/14thgalerie I F

ꨄ︎ lovestruck and looking out the window pt2 I @tangledinlove I A + F

you see your friend clark without his glasses for the first time. he looks… oddly familiar

ꨄ︎ smallville nights I @springtyme I C

After the explosion, Clark brings you and your daughter back to his parent's farm to catch your breath. The house is quiet now, but inside, fear and guilt still echo louder than any blast.

ꨄ︎ the truth in blue I @happy74827 I F

Through a temporary life-threatening situation, you realize the quiet, awkward man you've honestly fallen for has been catching you in more ways than one

ꨄ︎ understandably so I @eulogiez I A + F

clark kent is overwhelmed by his affection for you, and your relentless lack of will to see it. a gift mishap in the planet office gives you the false pretense that clark’s just not that into you, leading to a dramatic turn of events between you two.

ꨄ︎ bimbo!reader I @missmookie I F + ~S

ꨄ︎ heartbeat I @athenalvss I A + F

Your greatest wish with Clark was to start a family, but life wasn't on your side.

ꨄ︎ save the cat, get the girl I @oldesigns I F

when your cat went missing, there was a man willing to search for your fur baby to the ends of the earth to make you happy.

ꨄ︎ little white lie I @munsster I F

You think of the perfect excuse to get the attention of Metropolis’ finest firefighter.

ꨄ︎ camgirl!reader I @nympheagain I S

In which Clark Kent has a dirty secret. And it just so happens to be you.

ꨄ︎ different kind of kiss I @luveline I S

You realise nobody’s ever gone down on Clark before and aim to change that.

ꨄ︎ two places at once I @cherrysinner I F

clark has to figure out a way to be at two places at once when half of metropolis is having an emergency on the night he's going to tell you his biggest secret. and also that he's superman.

ꨄ︎ just a taste I @certifiedskywalker I F

Clark has developed a habit of bringing you one of your favorite drinks when you’re working late at night at The Daily Planet. It’s a sweet gesture, but, considering that you’re falling in love with him, it’s also a torturous. Luckily, fate intervenes through the whims of a horny barista.

ꨄ︎ what he comes home to I @mattsmadness I F

When Clark Kent invites his coworkers over for supper, all he wants is for them to love his sweet, small-town wife; he just hopes they overlook the Superman decor she forgot to take down.

ꨄ︎ love, all night long I @barnesonfilm I S

clark makes pulling an all-nighter at the office worth it

ꨄ︎ the love list I @stevebabey I A + F

You’ve been in love before, okay? And it’s… alright, you guess. You’re sensitive. And you miss jokes, and you’re stuck wondering if it’s you who’s just not getting it. Love. Enter Clark Kent — mutual friend recently turned boyfriend, sweetheart, and small-town farm boy. Also the man who’s making you question everything you know about love. Which isn’t a lot. Better make a list.

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent fic recs #🪩! fics

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raven-dor · 9 days ago

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TYSM FOR RECOMMENDING ME!! im so glad u enjoyed!!♥️♥️

This is my Fic Rec List for my own Lantern Reblog Challenge! These are all the wonderful fics, with such talented authors, that I had the privilege of reading for this challenge!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst

Bucky Barnes

💧💗 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

💧💗 Plus One Problems (series) by @mrsbuckybarnes1917

💧💗🔥 The Menu (series) by @daydreamgoddess14

💗 The Biker’s Tulip (series) by @elixirfromthestars

💧💗 Love Island Bucky Headcanons Part 1 | Part 2 by @danysdaughter

💧Too Late by @probablybucky

💧💗 We Don’t Argue by @buckybarnes82

💗 Nice Save by @/daydreamgoddess14

💧💗 Say It With Flowers by @/daydreamgoddess14

🔥 Gentleman Bucky by @buckysleftbicep

🔥 Heatwave by @navybrat817

💗🔥 Love Story by @jobean12-blog

💗 Hunk of Burning Love by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Dare Me To Live by @marvelstoriesepic

🔥 Post Mission Bucky by @angclone

💧💗 Bucky Barnes + allergic to commitment by @buck-star

💧💗 Ice, Ice, Baby Don’t Fall by @wildflowersandvibranium

Sam Wilson

💗 How Sam reacts to you doing house chores when you are pregnant by @dameronspector

💧💗 Lines We Almost Crossed by @/daydreamgoddess14

Joaquin Torres

💗 You’re The One by @lives-in-midgard

💗 Thirst Tweets by @/daydreamgoddess14

🔥💧 Just For Tonight @/daydreamgoddess14

💧💗 And Every Morning After by @/daydreamgoddess14

💧💗 Caretakers Confession by @writing-girlie

Steve Rogers

💧💗🔥 Lucky Charms: Cappy (series) by @yenzys-lucky-charm

🔥💗 Buried in the Stream by @societyfolklore

Andy Barber

🔥 Hot Under the Collar by @thezombieprostitute

💧 Control by @/thezombieprostitute

💧💗 Linguine by @/buck-star

Clark Kent

💧💗 Chewing Gum by @indouloureux

🔥 Stamina by @/navybrat817

💧💗 Hold Me by @/navybrat817

💗🔥 Boyfriend Material by @/navybrat817

💧💗 Starboy by @buckysfaveplum

🔥💗 Clark with Virgin!Reader by @fear-is-truth

💧💗 Clark Kent thinks you’re avoiding him… you are by @raven-dor

💗 Superman kidnaps you (or when Clark Kent misses you) by @/raven-dor

💧💗 Till I Lose It by @fawnindawn

💗 Best of Both Worlds by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Johnny Storm

💧💗 Always By My Side by @shortnfreaky

💧💗 Rule Breaker by @fireinmoonshot

💧💗 Waited All Night For You. I’ll Wait Forever by @bodhiscurls

💧💗 We’ll Do This Together by @bingbongsupremacy

#clark kent fluff #clark kent x reader #🪩! fics

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raven-dor · 10 days ago

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IT'S OUT!! HAPPY READING, HOPE U ENJOY!!

this fic is getting posted this WEDNESDAY at 1pm EST, so make sure to keep an eye out!!

until then, here's a sneak peak of can't fight the moonlight...

“You’ve outdone yourself, darlin.”

For one of the first times in your employment, you were genuinely pleased to hear his voice. You turned around, smiling gratefully. “Thank you, Kayce.”

He nodded. “F’course. Want a drink?” You tilted your head, watching him curiously. His cheeks flushed under your inspection. “Something on my face?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Just-”

“What?”

“Something’s different about you.” You whispered, pulling your shawl tighter around your arms.

“Good different or bad different?”

“Couldn’t tell you.” You wrapped an arm through his, pulling him toward the bar. “I’ll take that drink, though.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, whatever you want, darlin.”

You stopped, leaning against the bar. The bartender was attractive, smiling sweetly at you. You smiled sweetly back, but you didn’t even try and flirt with him, simply ordering for the pair of you. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, and he’ll have a double whiskey.”

“Of course.” The man looked slightly disappointed, shocked that his normal routine hadn’t worked on you.

“Thank you.”

Kayce stared, jaw dropped ever so slightly. “You know my drink?”

“I’ve known you long enough.” You shrugged like you hadn’t just made Kayce fall deeper in love with you. “I know a lot about you, Dutton. Probably more than you’d want me too.”

“I want you to know everything about me.”

“What?” You tilted your head, like you hadn’t believed what he’d said.

Kayce laughed, slightly embarrassed at his slip-up, his moment of weakness. “What is it that you know about me?”

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can't fight the moonlight

in which kayce dutton is in love with his father's assistant…

PAIRINGS: kayce dutton x fem!reader

WARNINGS: given last name (Allen), pet names (darlin, baby), flirting, fluff, yearning, banter galore, hurt/comfort, oblivious idiots in love, allusion to nsfw, forbidden relationship (ig)

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

🎶 : can’t fight the moonlight - leann rimes

AN: 🩵💛💗 - literally love writing for kayce - that charm, that face - like come on!! hope you guys enjoy it!!

You’d been working for Mr.Dutton for eight years this October. He was a wonderful boss, understanding, thoughtful (for a man his age), and respectful. Sure, he raised his voice on occasion, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. You fixed everything, from the ranch’s issues to his campaign slogans. From time to time, you even cleaned up the messes Beth left scattered around Montana.

You’d grown to have a courteous relationship with every one of his children, even Beth. You had a certain respect for all of them and their unique personalities.

Even his youngest, the bane of your existence.

Kayce Dutton had made it his personal mission to follow you around like a lovestruck puppy. Beth liked to joke - on the rare occasion you two talked - that he was so eager he could explode. You wanted to joke that he was a bigger menace to society than any land developer in the Wild West.

You didn’t mean it, not really.

While he did annoy the ever living daylights out of you, he was kind and funny, a good man at his core. He knew all of his hands' names and made it a point to get to know them, to become true friends with them. Sometimes, on the rare occasion when you walked back to your car by yourself (he normally escorted you, the irritating gentleman that he was), you would find him playing cards with the hands, drinking, and causing a fuss.

Today, he was making you forget why you secretly admired him.

You were finishing your meeting with his father when he’d walked in, giving you his award-winning smile, effortlessly charming. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this, darlin.” You ignored the manchild, eyes twitching as you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Take the rest of the day off, will you?” Mr.Dutton smiled lightly, used to his son’s antics by now, used to the way he was always near you.

“Are you sure, sir?”

He nodded, waving you off. “Positive. Have a good night, Miss Allen.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Kayce trailed after you, always a step behind. “Well, well, well. Don’t you look stunning today.”

You scoffed, waving in his general direction. “This is sad.”

“What is?”

“The way you follow after me like a lost puppy.”

He clutched his heart. “You wound me, darlin.”

“Is there anything you need, Mr. Dutton? Or are you simply bothering me for your own entertainment?”

“When are you gonna start calling me Kayce?”

Your heels clicked against the old wooden floor, echoing through the old house. “How about never?”

He frowned. “Ouch, baby.”

“I’m not your baby, Mr.Dutton. Don’t make me rat you out to your father. Again.”

“Won’t happen again, darlin’.” He smirked, holding the door open. “After you.”

You grit your teeth, forcing out a small thanks. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr.Dutton.”

“Kayce!” He yelled after you. “Call me Kayce!”

The stallions, which Mr.Dutton, John, not Kayce, had recently bought, were, in your opinion, some of the most stubborn he’d ever bought. After working for the man for the better part of ten years, you’d watched plenty of stallions get broken in, but these were different.

They were wilder, freer.

Of course, they were no match for the much wilder, and much freer, Kayce Dutton.

You hated to admit it, but the way he was with them was hypnotizing. You weren’t the only one to think so; just about every other hand agreed with you, all trailing around the gate to watch the cowboy work. It was tradition at this point to watch him work. And each time you continued the tradition, his ego grew ten times larger.

Sometimes, you came by the ranch to simply watch the Duttons work. You weren’t from Montana, and everything about this way of life intrigued you. Mr.Dutton hadn’t minded, respecting that you wanted to understand the way of life you worked so diligently to defend.

The first time you’d ventured down to the yard, you’d worn a skirt and button-up shirt. It was the perfect work outfit for your job and the August weather, but out here, standing still for hours, it was not. You were freezing cold in about thirty minutes, visibly shivering. The hands had laughed, teasing you mercilessly, but Kayce hadn’t taken part. Instead, he gave you his Carhartt off his back. You’d been so cold you’d accepted without argument.

You had your own Carhartt now, one that you pulled close to you as the cold autumn breeze blew across the land. “I could warm you up real nice, darlin.”

“Shut up.” You glared, rubbing your arms. “I’m doing just fine, thank you.”

“Alright. If you say so.” He was so smug, so full of himself as his face peered through the other side of the gate, inches from yours. If you were weaker, if you didn’t know the man as well as you did, you would have blushed. Kayce Dutton was a flirtatious man, smooth-talking and charismatic. He looked at everyone like they were the most important thing in the world.

At first, it had startled you, but now, now you were used to it.

“Stop flirting with my assistant, Kayce.” Mr.Dutton grumbled.

“Yes, sir.” Kayce grinned, tipping his hat. “You watching, darlin'?”

“I have a name, Mr.Dutton.” You hissed. “And yes, obviously, I’m watching.”

“He just won’t leave you alone, will he?” Lloyd laughed. “You must be tired of it by now.”

You shrugged. “I’m used to it, unfortunately. At this point, it would be more shocking if he actually listened.”

“Part of his charm, huh?”

You smiled as you watched Kayce work, your heart clenching as the man winked at you. “You could say that.”

He’d lasted about thirty minutes without bothering you, a new record. “Darlin!”

You murmured a quick apology into your phone before yelling back. “Can’t you see I’m busy, Dutton?”

“Look!” He was in the middle of riding the horse in circles.

You raised an eyebrow, obviously unimpressed. “Riveting. I’m sorry, but I have to go.” You smiled quickly at Mr.Dutton. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.”

“Drive safe.”

“You can’t just leave!” Kayce practically whined. “Watch me!” If you were more childish, you would have stuck your tongue out. Instead, you opted for a more mature approach, one you knew would reduce him to a stuttering mess. You could feel his eyes on you, fixed like nothing could peel them away. Using this to your advantage, you swayed your hips dramatically, laughing to yourself as you imagined his reaction.

Lloyd simply shook his head as the young Dutton’s cheeks flushed, stuck in a trance.

“You’ve outdone yourself, darlin.”

For one of the first times in your employment, you were genuinely pleased to hear his voice. You turned around, smiling gratefully. “Thank you, Kayce.”

He nodded. “F’course. Want a drink?” You tilted your head, watching him curiously. His cheeks flushed under your inspection. “Something on my face?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Just-”

“What?”

“Something’s different about you.” You whispered, pulling your shawl tighter around your arms.

“Good different or bad different?”

“Couldn’t tell you.” You wrapped an arm through his, pulling him toward the bar. “I’ll take that drink, though.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, whatever you want, darlin.”

“Of course.” The man looked slightly disappointed, shocked that his normal routine hadn’t worked on you.

“Thank you.”

Kayce stared, jaw dropped ever so slightly. ��You know my drink?”

“I’ve known you long enough.” You shrugged like you hadn’t just made Kayce fall deeper in love with you. “I know a lot about you, Dutton. Probably more than you’d want me too.”

“I want you to know everything about me.”

“What?” You tilted your head, like you hadn’t believed what he’d said.

Kayce laughed, slightly embarrassed at his slip-up, his moment of weakness. “What is it that you know about me?”

“Well…” You ignored how close he was, how you could practically see every freckle, every scar, and every wrinkle on his perfect skin. “I know that you’re a charismatic man, never one to miss the opportunity to flirt with anything with legs.”

He scoffed. “Only really flirt with you, baby.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I just watched you flirt with that beautiful woman for twenty minutes.”

“Don’t know who you’re talking about.” His eyes were intense, bearing into yours. “Go on.”

“As I was saying, you’re a flirt.” You took your drink off the bar, taking a sip before continuing. “Yet, you haven’t told me how beautiful I look.”

“Do you want me to?”

“That’s up to you, Dutton. It’s just interesting.” You shrugged. “Normally, that’s the first thing you do, compliment me. Today…” Your stomach fluttered. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Figured it was time to stop chasing an impossible dream.”

You placed your drink back on the bar, smiling. “Who said it was impossible?”

“Huh.” He couldn’t fight the smile that broke, boyish and giddy. “I didn’t want to scare you away.”

“You couldn’t scare me away if you tried.” You laughed.

“You know you’re beautiful.” He whispered. “You’re always beautiful.”

Your mouth opened, but you couldn’t find the words to fight back. You didn’t even know if you wanted to. His smirk was still there. You hated to admit it, but you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, to leap up and kiss him, just once. Just so you knew what it would be like.

“Something’s different about you today, too.” He went on as if he hadn’t just broken your resolve.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that.”

“I guess so.” He was so close his hate nudged against your hair, messing it up ever so slightly. You stayed like that for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes, waiting for someone to make a move. “Dance, with me, darlin.”

“I thought you’d-”

“Miss Allen!”

You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Kayce frowned, hand twitching to reach out and hold your hand, to stop you from leaving. Standing straight, you grabbed your drink, kissing his cheek gently. “M’sorry, Kayce.”

“I-” You walked away, standing diligently beside his father as he introduced you to his new employees. “She-” He held his cheek, practically clutched it as if he didn’t, your kiss would fly away with the wind. “She kissed me.”

Your mind reeled constantly after that night, stuck on that one moment. It played over and over and over, haunting your every move. Kayce was different, too, now, softer, sweeter. Not that he wasn’t before, but it was different in a way you couldn’t quite place.

Mr.Dutton was out inspecting some State park, one of the many duties of being a governor (or so he’d said), and told you he’d rather you stay back and finish up on paperwork. You’d made yourself at home, lounging on the couch as you swam through the mountain of forms he’d yet to fill out. With a Reuben in one hand and a coffee shake in another (courtesy of Gator), you were prepared to be there for a while.

The universe, it would seem, had other plans. The front door slammed open, pained grunting echoing through the otherwise empty house. You sat up, placing your food on the end table, your computer on the couch. “Are you okay?”

Kayce groaned, eyes squeezed shut. “Didn’t think you’d be here.”

“Well, I am.” You ran over, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “What happened, Dutton?”

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head over.”

You rolled your eyes, helping him to his bedroom. “Not the time to flirt, Kayce.”

“Dunno.” He hissed as you opened the door. “It’s doing wonders for me.”

“Alright, wise guy.” You scoffed. “Lean against the counter for me.” He nodded, not having the energy to argue. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Under the sink.”

“Okay.” You smiled reassuringly, grabbing it quickly. “Take off your shirt.”

He smirked, and if he wasn’t injured, you would have smacked him. “Rather forward of you-”

You opted for slapping a hand over his mouth. “Please, Kayce.”

“Alright.” He mumbled, peeling your hand away. He was fast, obviously too in pain to tease you further. What exactly had he gotten himself into? His side was cut, slashed, horribly.

“Jesus, Kayce.” You frowned, heart beating hard against your chest. “What did you do, fight a mountain lion?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

“I’m gonna wipe away the blood, clean the wound.” You took a deep breath. “It’s gonna sting.”

“That’s alright, baby.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Just do it.”

He was relatively quiet as you worked, every so often hissing. He just squeezed the counter, and you weren’t sure if it would hold any longer. He looked like he was about to break through the solid marble. “All done.”

“Thank god-”

“With that part.” You winced, making your voice sickly sweet, as if that would soothe his pain. “Sorry, still have to disinfect and wrap it in gauze.”

“Alright.”

“Do you want-” You felt your cheeks grow hot; why, you couldn’t quite decipher. “What would help distract you?”

“Distract me?” He tilted his head. “From what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “From the pain, Kayce. We could talk or-”

“Talk.” He nodded. “Let’s talk.”

“Alright.” You grabbed the last of the disinfecting wipes, carefully touching around the wound. “You’re doing so well, Kayc. So well.”

He swore his heart stopped. You were going to be the death of him, the way you said ‘Kayc’ would forever haunt him. “You still owe me a dance.”

“I know.” You smiled. “I wanted to. I hope you know that.”

He smiled back. “We could dance after this.”

“Yeah?” You laughed, eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated on helping him. Your tongue stuck out of your lips ever so slightly, too worried to think about looking good. “With what music?”

“Don’t need music to dance with a girl like you.”

“Kayce…” You laughed. “The pain has you all gushy.”

He just watched you, eyes bearing into you as you wrapped his torso in gauze, kissing over the wound gently. That had caught him off guard, the action that you probably didn’t think twice about. His breath hitched, cheeks hot as your gaze moved up. “What are you doing?”

“Taking the pain away.” You said it like it was so obvious. And maybe it was, but right now, Kayce was short-circuiting. There was no way the woman he’d been chasing after for years was kissing his cuts, treating him like he was this precious thing. You pushed his hair behind his ears, kissing his cheeks in the process. He was sure you could tell he was holding his breath, scared to move and spook you. “Kayce…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Don’t do this again.”

“Of course.” He nodded. “I’ll try.”

“Wish you would tell me.” Maybe it was cruel of you to use his crush to your advantage. But you wanted to know what happened, who had hurt him, or what. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Your eyes were halfway open, lids heavy as you reached up, your lips a breath away from his. “Is it helping?”

“What?”

“The kisses.”

“Maybe one more-” His eyes fluttered to your lips. “One more wouldn’t hurt.”

You grinned, nodding. “Okay.”

His eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the kiss that never came. It was worse than a real kiss, when your lips met the corner of his mouth. It was like you were teasing him on purpose, your lips that were so soft and smooth, like temptation itself. He opened his eyes to see you walking away, leaving like you hadn’t just done that to him, like you hadn’t just changed everything. His hand reached out before he could think, grabbing your wrist.

“Stay.”

You refused to face him, refused to break. You couldn’t. Your job would be at stake, your livelihood, all because you couldn’t resist the cowboy’s charms. “I’m sorry, Kayce. I can’t.”

He felt his heart breaking. “Baby-”

“Please. I crossed the line.”

“You didn’t.” He practically growled. “Honest, you didn’t.”

“I did.” You whispered over your shoulder. “I should have never done that.”

“C’mon-”

“I have work to do.”

“Alright.” He let go, watching as you went back downstairs, content with pretending none of that had happened. “Sorry, darlin.”

He’d left you alone.

It was like a part of you was missing; you’d even caught yourself looking over your shoulder with a smile just to realize he was nowhere to be seen. Just gone.

You understood, if you were being honest with yourself, you would have done the same. You’d led him on, and when he finally grew the courage to ask you to stay, you turned him down.

You felt horrible about it. It kept you awake, sleep a distant memory. You couldn’t close your eyes; the memory of your lips on his skin etched on the other side of your lips.

Food was hard to eat, all of it dull and tasteless. You were constantly nauseous, sick to your core. You had done this, all of this. You had told him that the dream wasn’t impossible, that he should keep pursuing you, and then you chickened out at the last second.

You were a coward.

“Miss Allen?”

Shit. Had you been spacing out? “I’m so sorry, Mr.Dutton-”

“Something boring you?” He leaned back in his chair.

“Not at all.” You felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. “It won’t happen again, I swear.”

“Alright. I was sayin’ that-” That meeting had felt like forever. He’d let you go after about forty-five minutes, mumbling something about family business and his ‘goddamn kids’. You hadn’t questioned it; Jamie and Beth were always causing some sort of issue for their father, and if they weren’t fighting each other, they were fighting some other large issue, one that the whole family just had to get involved in.

You’d been so distracted, so lost in your thoughts, you’d missed the hand that grabbed yours, pulling you out of the hall and into a dark room. You immediately recognized the silhouette in front of you, raising an eyebrow. “What the hell? Mr.Dutton, you can’t just-”

He stalked toward you, pinning you against the door. You gasped, your binder falling from your grasp as your mind melted, his touch overwhelming your senses. He hadn’t even spoken before he kissed you so deeply you thought you’d become one with the door. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching up to grab his collar and pull him closer. He grinned, tipping his hat up to gain more access, hands roaming your hips. “Kayce-”

“That’s right.” He kissed down your neck, reveling in the way you pulled his hair at the nape of his neck. “Don’t even want to hear you call me Mr.Dutton again.”

“What-” You sighed as he pulled you flush against him. “What’s gotten into you?”

He walked you over to the bed, sitting you down as he peeled off his shirt. “You said it wasn’t impossible.”

“Kayce-” Your mouth went dry at the sight, his abs causing your heart to skip. “You can’t just pull a girl into a dark room and expect her to fall to her knees.”

“Fall to her knees, huh?” He crawled over you, his hat crooked. “Maybe another time, baby.”

“Kayc-”

“Love when you call me that, darlin'.” His eyes were dark, the warm brown practically gone thanks to his blown-out pupils. “Never want you to stop.”

You reached up, pulling his hat off and throwing it somewhere, anywhere else. “Just get over here.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Your limbs felt so heavy that you felt glued to the bed. Your hair was all over, messed up from the hours of- your cheeks felt hot as you looked down at Kayce’s arm, securely wrapped around your waist.

God, this wasn’t fair. How did he look so angelic? You pulled the sheets closer to your body, suddenly feeling very insecure about the position you were currently in. The angel cowboy groaned, pulling you closer, nuzzling his face into your arm. You just stared, disbelief clouding your features.

What would Mr.Dutton say? Shit. You were in his house, with his son. You would most definitely be getting fired if he found out. You squirmed under the man’s hold, whispering with a hint of fear. “Kayc? Kayce, wake up.”

“Mm.” He mumbled, voice gravely. “Five more minutes, baby.”

He was going to give you a heart attack.

“Kayce, I need to leave.”

His eyes had shot open at that, face still sleepy as he stared at you, looking rather offended. “Why do you need to leave?”

“I need to go home, I have to change and shower and-” Chills ran down your spine as he kissed up your arm, stopping every once in a while to speak. “Kayce…”

“You can shower here.” Kiss. “With me.” Another. “Can’t I convince you?” He was at your lips, hovering over you as he teased you. “C’mon, darlin. Stay.”

You reached up, pecking his lips quickly. “I can’t, Kayc.”

“Why? Are you scared my dad’s gonna find out?”

You nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m scared of.” You gestured down to his hold on you. “Could you let me go?”

“Don’t want to.” He nudged your nose with his, breath warm and hypnotizing. “This is mean.”

“Too bad.” You smirked, grabbing the sheet and pulling it with you as you got out of bed.

He sat against the headboard, laughing. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, baby.”

“Kayce, can you just allow me this one thing?”

“Don’t know why you’re freaking out.” He shrugged, taking too much pleasure in this.

“I can’t afford to lose my job, Kayce.” You raced around the room grabbing your clothes, which, thanks to the smug man watching you from bed, were spread out around the room. “I need this. And I enjoy my work.”

“I know.” He smiled. “It’ll be okay, you know?”

“You don’t know that.” You scoffed. “This can’t happen again.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Alright.”

“And don’t try to-” You stilled, tilting your head. “What?”

“I understand.” He smiled. “You can’t lose your job.”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

“And I don’t want you to either. So this-” He gestured between the two of you. “Consider this a one-time thing.”

“I’m glad you agree.” You sounded hesitant, like you’d expected him to fight against your decision. “Thank you.”

He nodded, knowing full well you’d come back. “Of course.”

“Kayce.”

“Yeah, baby?” He looked too casual about this whole thing.

“What if-” You shook your head, pulling yourself back to reality. “Never mind.” You pulled on your skirt over your stockings, only buttoning three of your clasps on your shirt. “I’ll see you.”

“Bye, darlin.”

You felt so confused, so desperate to just confess it all to your boss and be done with it. You tiptoed the entire way out of the house with the stealth of a super spy (or so you liked to believe.) Your boss, who had been standing in the hallway when you ran out the front door, connected the dots almost instantly, shaking his head to himself.

Kayce had descended the steps five minutes later, hair still a mess from the number your hands that had done it. He wore it like a badge of honor, a reminder that he’d finally gotten what he’d wanted after so long. “Morning.”

His father grunted, taking another sip of his coffee, black with no sugar. It was practically jet fuel, but it did the job. Kayce grabbed himself a heaping plate of food: sausage, bacon, three eggs, and toast. A practically overflowing mug of coffee, cream, and too much sugar made him sigh in satisfaction.

“Good night?”

Kayce fought the grin that begged to pull the corners of his lips upward. He just shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “Guess so.”

“Saw her sneaking out.” Kayce choked on his drink, coughing. “She looked skittish.”

“Makes sense,” he nodded. “She didn’t want you to know.”

“Too late for that.” John glared at his son. “Next time, try to contain yourself. That’s my assistant.”

He laughed, slightly embarrassed but not nearly enough to cower. “Sorry.”

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AAAAAAA YOU'RE SO SWEET!! TYSM - i'm glad you enjoyed it♥️

clark kent thinks you're avoiding him... you are - drabble #1

🩵💗 - i have never felt so inspired in my life (total lie but still - clark kent has me in a chokehold - SUPERMAN WAS SO GOOD) this kind of fic is my fav (i've seen it done so so soooo many times with spidey, and i wanted to write my own little bit for superman!!) corenswet!clark kent, miscommunication trope (im sorry), best friends (idiots in love) to lovers, yearning, MEDDLING LOIS, cursing (not from clark, obvi), secret identity reveal!! word count: 1.6k

"I know you're in there."

Five words that scared the living daylights out of you. You felt horrible, sick to your stomach. Lying to your best friend wasn't something you particularly enjoyed doing, but it had to be done.

For your own sanity.

You couldn't take it anymore, your friendship.

You loved him so much, too much, some (Lois) could say. It was obvious to everyone but him, apparently. You decided on a whim that the best way to get rid of this affliction was to avoid him (by saying that you were sick). From there, you would strategically miss his calls and texts with well-planned-out excuses. That idea alone would last you a month, maybe two.

Or at least you thought so.

You stared at the door, clutching a pillow close to your chest as if that would calm you down. It didn't. "How did you know that?"

"Well, for one, your lights are on." He sounded impatient, borderline nervous. "I can hear your nervous breathing from here."

"Whoever you're looking for isn't here right now." Smooth, real smooth. You could tell he was breaking; he was probably clenching his jaw right about now. "Come back later."

"I know you're not sick." Damn you, Lois. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Clark." Your plan for faking a cough was ruined. Most of your plans depended on your sickness. Shit. "I'm just tired."

"Tired?" You imagined your neighbors would be spying curiously at the conversation happening via yelling. "You've been tired for four days, sweetheart."

"You-" You screamed into your pillow, not caring if he heard you. He was horrible, mean without knowing. Mean, because he called you that nickname knowing the effect it had on you. "You're counting, I see."

"I need to see you." Again, was he aware of what he was doing to you, or was he truly so oblivious of his power over you?

"Fine." You muttered to yourself, stalking over, preparing your mind to become a steel trap, impenetrable to all, even those familiar with you. Especially those named Clark. You undid the many locks on your door (Clark's idea) and whipped it open. "Fine! Are you happy?"

God, he was gorgeous. His white button-up hugged his frame in all the right places, and his glasses were in his palm, as if he'd taken them off to nervously rub a hand over his face. "The happiest. Can I come in?"

You stepped aside, shutting the door behind him. "Well, you've seen me."

"What did I do?"

"What-" You frowned. "What makes you think you did something?"

You knew full well you'd given him more than enough to prove he was to blame for your disappearance. He raised an eyebrow, throwing his case and jacket on the couch.

It physically pained you to see him do that, to see him act so casually, like this was routine for him. Like this was home. "C'mon, sweetheart-" You tensed, and he gestured wildly toward you. "See!? You've never done that before. I did something." He stepped forward, his cologne weakening your resolve. "I need to know what it is, so I can fix it."

You walked around him, grabbing his coat and case off the couch, shoving them back into his hold. "You can't fix this."

"Yes, I can." He had the worst hero complex known to mankind. "I can because the alternative-" His voice cracked. "I can't lose you."

You didn't know what to say. You couldn't say he wouldn't lose you, because he was. He was actively losing you. "Clark-"

He opted to throw his things off to the side, their importance nothing compared to your friendship. Friendship. Just thinking the word made you physically nauseous. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" You tilted your head. "Sorry for what?"

"I should have told you." He looked crazed. "I should have told you immediately, but I didn't want to mess it up and-" Your hearing had gone, all your senses failing as your mind reeled with the possibility that maybe Clark, your best friend since high school, your partner in crime, was about to confess his feelings to you.

To you, who was wearing your comfy t-shirt and barely there shorts, whose face looked less than desirable, and whose blue light glasses were doing very little to curb the headache you'd developed.

"Clark, I feel the same-"

"I'm Superman."

Oh fuck. Your eyes welled almost instantly, stumbling over your words. "That's amazing!"

He looked suspicious, like he wanted to ask what you'd thought he was going to say. "Thanks, sweetheart."

You skirted around him, walking into your kitchen and rummaging through the fridge as if you hadn't just accidentally revealed your feelings to your best friend, who happened to be Superman. "So how long have you had these powers?"

"My whole life." He squinted. "What were you-"

"Do your parents know?" You grabbed a cucumber, angrily scrubbing away the germs before grabbing a knife.

"Yeah, I actually-" He tilted his head. "It's a long story."

"Well, I'm all ears." You sliced the cucumber slowly so you had longer to come up with more questions. "This is so exciting."

"What did you say, before I told you I was, y'know?" His arms were crossed, and you didn't know whether to cry or drool at the way the fabric fought against his biceps.

Suddenly, it all made sense, him being Superman. It honestly surprised you that you hadn't realized sooner.

"Sorry?" You grabbed a slice of cucumber, shoving it in your mouth.

"What did you say?" He stepped forward, gently peeling the knife out of your hand, reaching over you to place it in the sink. "Sweetheart, what's going on?"

"Please don't make me do this." Your eyes were wide. "Clark, it was nothing."

"Didn't sound like nothing." He let go of your hand, eyes desperately searching your face for answers. "You were missing for four days. Four days." His hand held your cheek, carressing it gently with his thumb. "I was a wreck. You wouldn't answer my calls or my texts. Even Jimmy was concerned."

"Well, that's sweet of him-"

"You know you've never kept a secret from me before."

"You don't know everything about me, Clark." Shit, that was low, even for you. "I- I meant to say, that..." You stepped out of his hold, grabbing a Tupperware to put the rest of the cucumber in. "Not everything has to be shared between us."

"Oh." His voice was tight, deeper than normal. Serious in a way you'd never heard. "If that's how you feel."

You nodded, too much of a coward to face him. "It is."

"Alrighty." He left the kitchen, grabbing his things from the floor. "Bye then."

"Bye." You watched as he walked out the front door, the door slamming loudly behind him. You would have jumped if you weren't completely numb.

Literally a second later, he burst back through, throwing his things on the ground again, stalking toward you. "Actually, I'm not done."

"Oh really?" You raised an eyebrow. "Because I think you are."

"No." God, he really was intimidating when he needed to be. Obviously, being Superman had its perks. "No, I'm not letting it end this way."

"It?" You scoffed. "There is no it-"

"Why are you being like this?" He looked like he did when you were younger, all flustered and angry, eyes wild and hands animated. "Why won't you just tell me what you said?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes!" He yelled. "That's all I want!"

"I'm in love with you, you asshole." Tears were streaming down your cheeks in waves, dripping onto your shirt, well, actually, when you thought about it, it was originally Clark's. From high school, the lettering fraying from use. "I've been in love with you for years."

It was like you'd awoken a sleeper agent, because the next thing you knew, you were being picked up like you were nothing and placed on the kitchen counter. "Clark-"

He dove down, kissing you so passionately your eyes practically rolled all the way around. You gasped, grabbing his collar and pulling him even closer (if that was possible). His hands grabbed dangerously at your thighs, trailing up and down, sometimes pinching your hips, your waist.

It seemed like you stayed there for hours, letting out all those years of pent-up tension in one perfect, phenomenal, super kiss.

You were sure you could keep going, but Clark pulled back, smirking when you chased after his lips. "Sweetheart-"

"You can't just-" You huffed, chest heaving as the realization hit you like a punch. "You just-"

"Yeah." His forehead rested against yours, eyes bearing into yours. Well, you thought so. Somewhere along minute two of the kiss, your blue light glasses had fogged up. "You're so brave."

"Yeah?" You laughed. "Braver than Superman?"

"Much braver." He whispered. "I was-" He trailed delicate kisses across your jaw, laughing when your breath hitched. "I was trying to work up the nerve to tell you, and you beat me to it."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize." He found his way back to your lips, his nose resting against yours. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." You grinned, kissing his lips quickly, relishing in the fact that you could do that now for any and no reason whatsoever. "So how long have you been in love with me?"

"Gosh-" His eyes were black, the perfect blue lost below a sea of charcoal. "Give or take twelve years?"

"Twelve years?" You yelled, slapping a hand over your mouth, shocked at how loud you were. Clark peeled it away, kissing each knuckle gently as you whispered. "Twelve years?"

"M'honestly surprised you didn't figure it out."

You snorted, shaking your head at the way tonight had turned out. "You and me both, Kent."

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EEEEK TYSM FOR READING!! i'm so glad u enjoyed it♥️