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Clark protecting reader and there little baby girl🥺 could be anything!! <3

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Clark Kent x reader || Main Masterlist || Clark playlist

Thanks for the request, dear. Girl dad Clark is everything!! 💕 I wanted to make it more of an action scene, but turns out I'm not very good at writing those, so i made it more of the aftermath of it instead.

summary: 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.

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The night is quiet, but Clark isn’t. 

He paces. His steps are slow but heavy, each one creaking faintly against the old wood, back and forth across the floor of his childhood bedroom, which now serves as a provisional nursery. 

His parents had kept the room untouched since he left for college, and almost all of the things from when he was a baby had been safely stored in the attic, which, tonight, proved to come in handy. They had been so ecstatic when they found out they were going to be grandparents. 

Almost as ecstatic as Clark had been. But with the excitement also came fear, and after today that fear felt more justified than ever.

Moonlight is spilling through the sheer curtains, casting soft silver patterns over the crib where your daughter sleeps, her tiny hand curled beside her cheek, undisturbed.

You watch him from the doorway, wrapped in one of Martha’s old bathrobes. It smells like laundry detergent and lavender, and it feels like home. Your skin is warm and moist from the shower you just finished. But your chest is tight. 

“Clark,” you whisper, careful not to wake the baby, “you’re going to wear a groove into the floor.”

He stops mid-step and turns to you. The soft blue glow of his eyes catches in the moonlight, sharper than usual. There’s something behind them. worry, fear, love, all tangled together like frayed rope.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice low. 

You both stand in the quiet for a moment. The sound of your little girl’s hushed breathing seems almost sacred in its stillness. Then, as if you both feel the same pull towards each other, you cross the room. Clark opens his arms and you walk straight into them, letting him wrap you in his embrace. His arms are warm and strong, anchoring you you amid the storm of feelings swirling inside you. 

The memory of the day’s events still linger in your body. Your muscles ache with it. That kind of ache that isn’t from exertion, but from fear. You can still feel the ghost of it in your limbs, the adrenaline in your blood, even though it’s over, it all replays in your head whenever you close your eyes. The sudden explosion, the chaos in the crowd, the blur of Clark catching you, shielding you both, and flying faster than sound to get you and your daughter out.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until the wind dried the tears right off your cheeks mid-air. Now you’re here. Hidden away in Smallville, safe at the Kent farm while the Justice gang handles whatever threat decided today was the day to send a message.

Clark’s chest rises and falls against you in slow, measured breaths. He’s trying to be calm for you. You know that. You also know he’s anything but.

“I should’ve gotten there sooner,” he says softly, the words rumbling from deep in his chest.

You bury your face against the curve of his chest. “You got there in time.”

“Barely.”

“But you did.”

He exhales, and the sound is tight, like he’s been holding it in for hours. Maybe he has.

You lift your head to look at him. Even in the low light, you can see how hard this has hit him. His jaw is clenched. His brow furrows like he’s trying to hold the whole world together with sheer will.

“She’s okay,” you say gently. “We’re okay. That’s what matters.”

His arms tighten around you, almost like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. “You should never have been in danger in the first place.”

Your throat tightens. He’s not just talking to you. He’s talking to himself. Blaming himself, like he always does when something happens, like the weight of the world really is on his shoulders. 

“You can’t think like that,” you whisper.   

You feel Clark breathe deeply above you, his chin tucked gently over your head, and for the first time all night, he allows himself to be still. His voice is close, his chest rumbling quietly against your ear as he speaks.

“Still… I should’ve seen it coming.”

“Clark…” You remove your head from his chest to look up at him, reaching your hand up to cradle his jaw. “You didn’t put us in danger. Okay? But you did protect us.” You let your fingers drift through the short curls at the nape of his neck. “I know you want to be everywhere at once. I know you wish you could stop everything before it happens. But tha’ts not possible, Clark. And you’re not responsible for the whole world by yourself.” 

His eyes close at your words like they’re medicine. You feel his hands settle on your waist, his grip no longer tense, just steady. Grounding.

“She didn’t even cry,” he says after a beat, nodding toward the crib. “Not once. Not even when I flew you both out of there.”

You glance over at your daughter, the smallest thing in the whole room, but somehow also the most powerful. She’s the reason your heart hands still tremble. The reason both of you are here, breathing, and clinging, and trying.

“She felt you holding her,” you whisper. “She knew she was safe.”

Clark lets out a soft breath, almost a laugh, but it catches in his throat. “She’s braver than me.” 

You smile, tired but full of something tender. “No, Clark. She’s brave because of you.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but you can see the words settle into him, sinking past the doubt and guilt. You know how hard it is for him to let go of the responsibility he carries, not just for you and your daughter, but for everyone. It’s part of who he is. You fell in love with that part too, long before you even knew he was Superman. 

His thumb strokes softly over your waist, rhythmic, absent-minded. His gaze drifts again to the crib. “I keep thinking,” he says quietly, “what if she’d been older? What if she’d have to remember this and carry that kind of fear with her?”

You follow his gaze, letting the quiet linger between you for a moment before speaking. “Then she would’ve remembered what it feels like to be carried out of danger in her father’s arms.”

Clark swallows hard, his jaw flexing again, but his grip on you doesn’t tighten this time. He just holds you, steady and silent, like he’s trying to believe you. “And how are you feeling now?” he looks down at you again. His eyes search yours, concern etched deep into every line of his face. 

“I’m okay,” you reply softly. 

His brow furrows again, just slightly, like he’s not sure whether to believe you. You see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, but you also see the way he wants to believe you. You let your hand linger against his jaw a moment longer before trailing it down to rest on his chest, over his heart. He nods slowly, as if trying to absorb your reassurance.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The house creaks faintly in the summer night air, the way old houses do. Clark leans in, pressing his forehead lightly to yours. His voice is quieter than before when he finally speaks, almost a murmur. “When I saw that explosion go off—when I realized where it was—every second after that felt like it was being pulled apart. All I could think about was the two of you… I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

Your hand tightens against his shirt. “I know.” You press a kiss to the hollow of his throat, and feel him exhale again, softer this time.

His arms wrap around you again, slower now, no longer frantic with guilt or fear—just full of that deep, aching love you know so well. Behind you, your daughter shifts in her sleep with a tiny sigh.

Clark turns his head, brushing a kiss into your hair. “You should get some sleep,” he murmurs.

“So should you,”you say, though you know he won’t get any sleep tonight.

He hums a quiet sound of agreement, but doesn’t move, doesn’t let go. For a long time, you just stand there together. 

Eventually, you shift in his arms, just enough to nudge him gently toward the bed. “Come lie down with us,” you whisper. “Just for a little while.”

He hesitates only a second, then nods, letting you guide him. He pulls the covers back and settles in beside you, his body curling instinctively around yours in the narrow bed as you both look toward the crib. 

The mattress dips slightly as he shifts, settling his arm around you, hand resting over your stomach, fingers splayed as if to hold the whole world in place. Your body’s curve together naturally, the way they always have, like muscle memory. 

From the crib comes a soft sound, and Clark’s arm tightens instinctively. You feel him smile against your shoulder, faint but real, and when you turn your head to look at him, his gaze is locked on her.

“She’s so small,” he murmurs.

You nod. “Yeah, she is.” You brush your thumb gently over his hand where it rests against you, then he presses a kiss to your shoulder, quiet and grateful. Outside, the wind moves gently through the fields. Inside, the house is still. 

You feel the steady rhythm of his breathing behind you, warm and close. And little by little, with your daughter safe beside you and Clark’s arms around you, sleep finally comes.

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clark kent who is the embodiment of positive masculinity. Yes babe, he WILL carry your sparkly little purse! yes, he get annoyed at people laughing at him in the street! whats so bad about a man loving on his partner?

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ♡

Omg yes, he defintly would!! 💕👛 The absolute definition of positive masculinity!! Clark playlist

You don’t even have to ask.

Clark just reaches for your tiny, sparkle-drenched purse like it’s second nature and loops it over his massive forearm without blinking.

“Clark,” you giggle, “you know I can carry my own things, right?”

He gives you that boyish half-smile, the one that always pulls a little wrinkle into the corner of his eyes. “Yeah, I know, but I think you’ve carried it long enough now. Besides, can’t a guy accessorize?”

You giggle again and lean into him as you walk down the sidewalk, the purse swaying comically against the side of his rumpled blazer. 

You walk for a while when a couple of guys across the street snort—some muted jeer about “look at this guy” and “fucking simp.”

Clark hears them. Of course he does. Super hearing is both a blessing and a curse. His jaw tenses, just slightly. Not angry. Not ashamed. Just… a little frustrated.

You glance up at him. “Ignore them.”

“I do,” he says. Then after a beat. “It’s just annoying.” He gives your hand a squeeze, grounding himself in the warmth of it. “I just—I don’t get why people think love is lame.”

You stop mid-step. Turn to face him fully. “Well, it isn’t.”

Clark’s smile comes back, softer now and more playful. “Good. Cause I really love you.” 

You laugh, full and real while you feel your heart fluttering, because even after all this time, Clark saying that still hits you like the first time he did, he somehow, makes it sound brand new every single time. 

You look up at him, making those honey-sweet blue eyes of his lock with yours. “I really love you too,” you smile at him, fingers trailing lightly over the back of his hand. You watch him soak in the words, that subtle shift in his shoulders like something inside him exhales.

The two of you start walking again, hand in hand, the city buzzing around you like background noise to your own quiet little world. Your purse swinging from Clarks arm, like the most natural thing in the world.  

After a few steps, he glances sideways at you with a twinkle in his eye. “So… How do I look,” he nods towards your purse, “suits me?”

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a once-over. “Honestly?”

He nods, a sweet smile on his lips. “Hit me.”

“Makes you look like the manliest guy I’ve ever seen.”

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𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

Clark Kent x reader || Main Masterlist || Clark playlist

Clark Holding Your Purse [drabble]

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Are you possibly still doing fic requests?

Yeah, you're always welcome to send one, as long as they follow my guidelines <3. How long it takes me to finish it varies, though, haha

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I've just read through all of your the bear fics over the past couple of days and i just have to tell you how amazing i think they are. I'm so obsessed!

Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful words ❤️ 

Aw thank you so much, hun. It makes me so happy to hear you like my stories, and excited to get back to write more for the bear soon!

And thank you for reading my stuff! 💕💕

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logging into tumblr like yes i love women and my hobbies include yearning and being silly.

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Will you be continuing The House Îs On Fire?

yup

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Peter Falk / Columbo

Art by Peter Falk

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The Incredibly True Adventure of 2 Girls in Love (1995 dir. Maria Maggenti)

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Any idiot can like something thats good. It takes a real genius to like things that suck ass

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Feels like too many people have forgotten that everyone on earth also has feelings and interior lives and experiences and are themselves entire universes that exist beyond the current and fleeting moment…

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Hey you wanna come over and dip bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar and such?

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basic human empathy has got to make a comeback divas

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When will you update This Ain’t No Empty Home?

When I feel like it