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sunshine-on-my-mind · 18 days ago

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Best of both worlds

pairing: Single dad Clark Kent x Pre-school teacher reader

warnings: fluff, adoption mentioned, mention of an alien attack (nothing graphic), flying - let me know if i should add anything else

word count: 2.3k

a/n: guess who’s back?! after i don’t know how long! and gosh i don’t know how this fic has turned out, feedback will be appreciated. i have written something after so long, all i know is Superman 2025 really inspired me and i loved the movie so much. please enjoy my silly little fic. thanks so much cuties.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK AND DO NOT FEED IT TO AI

A kid.

Superman, scratch that, Clark Kent’s kid.

When Superman rescued a baby, a literal baby, and there was no one around, no parent or guardian, the logical thing would have been to take the baby to Child services or an adoption agency.

He thought about that, while looking for diapers and baby food in the grocery store, awkwardly fixing his glasses and sweetly asking the store assistant ‘hi, what should I feed a one year old?’

Martha, he named the little girl, his little bundle of joy. Was it logical to keep the baby? Probably not. Would he absolutely do anything for his daughter? Yes. Clark owed everything to his parents, Jonathan and Martha, their proud faces and happy smiles are what he hopes to see on his daughter’s face someday.

It’s challenging being a superhero, hiding that from your own daughter till she is old enough to grasp the concept.

“Hey sunshine, your dad is superman. Surprise”. Gosh, he absolutely dreads that conversation. But that is for another time.

Currently he is dreading the group of moms, who are giving him weird looks, as he waits to pick up Martha after her first day at pre-school.

When he dropped her that morning, he was probably more nervous than Martha who was shy but excited too. And she gave him a reassuring smile which translated to ‘It’ll be okay dad’.

There she is. Martha, running towards Clark. But who is that? Who indeed? Martha turns back to look at you. She waves and you wave back.

Your eyes follow Matha’s gaze and land on him. Him, the tall shy man with glasses. You smile. He smiles back. And boy, Clark’s smile is plastered longer on his face than he probably considers appropriate. But how can he stop?

“Daddy!” Martha exclaims and Clark comes back to his senses, looking down at his little girl then picks her up and gives her a gentle squeeze, she giggles.

“Hey bub, how was your first day, peanut?” Martha tries to make a serious face but chuckles in between and utters a soft “fun” then looks back at you with a big smile on her face.

“Who’s that, baby?” Clark asks out of curiosity, no let’s go with protective father nature, sounds better in his head. Martha’s face lights up.

“My teacher” the little girl says proudly, and yes you probably need not have walked to the two and introduce yourself but you do anyway.

“You have such a sweet kid, so perceptive, and quite a little observer, isn’t that right?” You ask looking at the little girl, who now has a bashful but proud look on her face. She nods. Your eyes now shift to the tall, very tall man, whose facial expression mirrors somewhat of his daughter,

“Yeah, she’s a great kid” He proudly says. “Hope she didn’t give you too much trouble” you swear he unknowingly, quickly, looks you up and down but in the most respectful and gentle way possible

“Nah, she’s a sweetheart” you smile.

“I’m Clark, by the way, Clark Kent” he formally introduces himself and you shake the hand he holds in front of you.

“Nice to meet you, Clark Kent” He smiles like a school kid himself, a giddy expression on his face as he hears you say his full name. “I’ll see you around, bye Martha” you wave and make your way to the other kids, when you turn back, you get two waves in return, both looking at you like you’re something precious.

“Daddy, she’s nice” the little one points out and Clark makes a mental note.

And so smiles again, when he sees you the next day, and the next, and the one after that. It becomes a routine really, to drop and pick up Martha, and to see you.

“Are you having a good time peanut?” He asks ruffling Martha’s hair, his back towards her while she goes through her little backpack with a serious expression on her face and Clark serves up the meal on a plate which he just prepared for her. “Eat up, bug” He places the plate in front of her and notices the little pout on her face “What’s wrong?” instead of answering a big smile replaces the pout on her face as she pulls out some colourful sheets from her bag.

“It’s you” she holds up a drawing she made, Clark with- a cape? No, no, no- wait- the panic on his face is soon gone when he sees the description on top- your handwriting, he figures and traces the letters. ‘Draw your parent as a superhero :)’ - phew. a close one.

“You have outdone yourself kid, come on now, eat up” Clark holds the picture to take another good look.

He is flying over Metropolis, Martha is safe, asleep in their home, and he is on a night patrol. The city always looks so pretty from high up here. Superman looks around for any potential danger when his eyes spot a familiar figure. You. A little different from how you usually look after school, makes sense it’s the weekend. You hug a few people who he assumes to be your friends. The hugs are followed by waves and good night wishes he overhears.

You seem happy, so he gets super pissed when a big alien with really bad timing decides to cause havoc that very second. He checks on you quickly, realises you are still unaware about the situation occurring at a distance. He flies away to the stop the alien, not happy, almost pouting like a baby.

Alien stopped. People safe and- you- you are walking down that way a concerned look on your face and you check on kid nearby who is alone, who is at the spot.

“Hey sweetie, hi honey, your mom or dad around-“ A woman rushes in, the mom, she thanks you and hugs the kid. You simply nod and smile. He flies down to check on the kid as well, happy to see the mom is here now. You turn around and almost crash into a wall of muscle, a soft gasp escapes your lips.

“Superman-“ he smiles

“Miss.”

The kid beams to see the superhero. He mutters a soft “good job” to the kid, then shifts his attention back to you.

“We need more people like you around, Miss” Your cheeks warm up.

“Just looking out for the little ones” your simple reply seems to have quite an effect on Superman. He opens his mouth but instead drops something, which he doesn’t notice himself because he is busy admiring you, so you bend down to pick it up, and that’s when he realises.

“Oh you dropped- huh?” you see the paper, a drawing, that one of your students made. You are a teacher, a smart one, but you are having a really hard time wrapping your head around “-You?!” you gasp and look up at the man.

In hindsight, no he should not have carried the drawing Martha made so casually with him while patrolling the city, but then he wasn’t planning to run into her teacher, probably the only person besides his daughter who could have connected the dots. And to his defence, he really just wanted to hold the drawing high up in the night sky and feel like a proud dad.

Before you can say anything else, or figure out what’s happening, you cannot feel the ground under your feet anymore. You look down, and yes you are in the air, with Superman- or Clark Kent is it? He holds you close and flies you away.

“Just give me a minute” he says casually as if the two of you aren’t mid air. He takes deep breaths, so do you, probably for different reasons, or maybe not. When the two of you are on top of some really tall building he removes his arm from around your waist and looks at you.

“Yes. it’s me” he confesses. “Please don’t-“

“But how- you- Martha- you’re a reporter- but then-”

“Hey- hey, hey- easy”

“Does she know?”

“No”

You let out a deep breath.

“Is this- safe?” a question he definitely doesn’t expect, and yes he expected you to scream, or maybe demand answers, or even faint.

“What do you mean?” he asks

“This- being a superhero, i mean i know it’s not, it’s stupid why did I ask- I just- gosh Martha, she’s a kid, and her dad- and her safety, and your safety? and-“ He smiles, really smiles hearing your rant.

“Well, it’s not totally safe but-“

“Your powers, um, they protect you?”

“Sort of” the smile doesn’t leave his face

“Why are you smiling?”

“I don’t know. Just didn’t expect your first question to be about my safety, or Martha’s for that matter”

“Yeah well- isn’t-“ he doesn’t let you complete

“Will you go out with me?” he blurts out,

“Like, on a date?” he nods.

So here you are standing on top of some building, basically you don’t know where you are, and your student’s dad, Clark- Superman is asking you out?

“Teachers aren’t allowed to date a student’s parent”

“But, are they allowed to date Superman?” He asks with a shy smile, and weirdly proud of his humour.

“I’ll have to check the fine print” He smirks at your answer and takes a step closer.

“What’s the rule about me getting your phone number?”

“Hm, that can be arranged, but hey, you planning to drop me home or- it’s getting late”

He smiles and wraps his hand around your waist again, pulling you closer than necessary

“Hold tight” he flies you to your home and gently keeps you down on the ground. There is a hint of hesitation on his face. Is he crossing a line, or is he being a bit too careless, with his identity and all… You take out a pen from your bag and hold his palm, writing your number down there.

“Decided to go old-school” you inform and look up at him, you sense his mind is running way too fast

“Don’t worry, I’ll only go out with Superman, the other guy is simply my student’s father. Seems like a nice guy though, don’t know much else about him.” You smile, and turn to go inside your apartment building.

“Good night” he says,

“Good night” you wish back and head inside the apartment, almost. You turn to take one more look at him, and he swears he feels his heart beat louder than usual. He waits till you’re inside, till you’re safe.

When he is back home, he goes inside Martha’s room, his little one asleep. Taking a seat beside her softly, he kisses her forehead.

“You were right bug, she is nice”

If someone asked you a month ago about who you are dating, your answer would have been something around the lines of ‘ugh where do you even find nice guys these days?’ so a big shocker for you, now that you are flying around, at midnight, in Superman’s arms. He wants to treat you to ice cream. It’s all a little hush hush of course, he brings over two big tubs of ice cream, you sit on a hill top, a little blanket under you both, conversation flows easily while you take in the gorgeous view in front of you and so does he when he turns to look at you.

“So Superman, are you a ladies man?” he chuckles and has a hard time looking away anywhere besides your face specially when you looked so cute having ice cream.

“Aah, no, no.”

“Hmm, and the other guy?” he lets out another chuckle

“Surprisingly, more than Superman” he winks and you raise a brow “No, I’m kidding. With the whole single dad thing, and of course the secret identity, it’s not really easy, or not something I prioritise much, honestly.” you nod.

“So this isn’t one of those ‘i know a spot’ and you take a girl there kinda thing?” he looks confused and you laugh, “nothing, just, it was this internet reference.” he shyly informs he doesn’t keep up much.

“Well, i don’t know if it’s fair to talk about another guy when I’m on a date but, there’s this guy, super cute, shy, and i love his glasses, but shame he is a student’s dad. And the student wow, she’s such a sweetheart, so kind, a lot like her father” you smirk.

“You wish you were rather with him?”

“I don’t know…”

“Bet the nerd can’t do this” he pulls you up wraps around his strong arm around your waist and flies you high up, really high and you giggle constantly.

“Neat trick” you comment.

The two of you come down after a nice time in the sky, you collect the now finished ice cream tubs and throw it in a garbage can nearby before turning your full attention to him.

“I had a nice time. Really nice, honestly scary how much I enjoyed.” you confess

“I’m glad, because the feeling is mutual. Specially the scary part” he takes a step closer. “I have a lot on my plate and Martha is my top priority, so is keeping the city safe but-“

“But?”

“But when both Superman and Clark can hardly function without thinking about this beautiful girl practically all day, it only makes sense to do something about it?”

“What do you propose?”

“I don’t know, it’s something to figure out and- I was just hoping we could figure it out together”

You reply by taking another step closer, holding the back of his neck, and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

He holds you closer and flies you back to your home. How can someone so strong, be so soft so gentle? You notice the little hair sticking out on his forehead, something uniquely him. You run your finger on it. He smiles without looking at you.

“Hey?” Superman asks, you turn back to see him before heading inside your apartment building.

“Hm?”

“You should go for the nerd, he won’t know what hit him” he chuckles, very proud of his joke.

“Actually, I think I’ll go for the best of both worlds”

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 19 days ago

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Krypto the MVP

#supes cute 🥰

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 19 days ago

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david in this new tiktok……

#supes cute 🥰

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 19 days ago

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EM!!

you are literally so talented, each word, every sentence - i can picture the softness the fluff so well. it’s beautiful honestly and super (see what i did there?) cute!!

“Clark is however quietly grateful for that, as it means spending a few extra seconds longer with your body pressed to his.”

SCREAMING!! he is so adorable, and omg krypto, such a smart boy ahahah love that little cutie

I’m so happy you wrote for Clark Kent because i may or may have completely fallen in love with him hehe

Where the Leashes Tangle

Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: *Superman spoiler* concerning Krypto, but no events of the movie are mentioned, just a fluffy meet cute, Krypto being the best wingman

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I finally watched the new Superman movie and I’m so in love with both him and Krypto 🥺 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“Krypto, slow down!”

The fluffy, white, not-always-the-best-boy practically levitates down the sidewalk, tugging at the leash like his life depends on it, more so taking Clark for a walk than the other way around.

This is what a good dog sitter does, right? Pups need to run around outside, enjoy the sunshine, fresh air and all the interesting scents a city this populated can provide. This activity might finally deplete Krypto of some energy that he usually reserves for chaotic zoomies that wreck mayhem at the apartment.

What Clark didn’t anticipate was Krypto inadvertently playing matchmaker on this fine summer's day.

They had barely rounded the corner towards the local dog park when Krypto’s ears perked up, and his nose went into overdrive. In the span of a blink, the playful dog was virtually airborne.

The pup surged forward, Clark almost tripping to keep up, as Krypto bounds towards his target. There is no stopping his momentum, once the floof ball has his eyes set on something, Clark has about 0.2 seconds to grip tighter on the leash before being dragged behind him like a human kite.

When Clark finally spotted the mark Krypto had honed in on, or more specifically the woman holding the lead of his dog's object, his heart faltered in his chest. The same golden sunlight which gives him strength also makes you look like an ethereal goddess, providing a halo of warmth that illuminates your face as if the universe is singling you out just for him.

“Wait Krypto, no!” Clark warns, but the dog just barks gleefully, as if being mischievous is his purpose in life, and rushes to give your puppy a warm welcome.

Krypto barrels around you in an attempt to get as close to the puppy as possible, encircling your legs as well as Clark’s with his leash, pulling the two of you into a forced embrace where Clark has to wrap his spare arm around your waist to prevent you from being tripped over.

“Bad dog, Krypto!” Clark reprimands, but the two doggos are far too engrossed in sniffing every inch of each other to care about the predicament their owners now find themselves in.

Clark is however quietly grateful for that, as it means spending a few extra seconds longer with your body pressed to his. The warm smile curving onto your already alluring features both has him weak in the knees and subsides the embarrassment bubbling in his stomach at being the reason for this mess.

Perhaps you're just as fond of being this close to Clark, as he is to you.

“I’m so sorry, he gets very excitable around other dogs.” And their cute owners, Clark thinks but refrains from saying aloud.

You glance up at him with eyes that are so easily lost in, especially when you’re still nestled ridiculously close, the gentle touch of Clark’s hand lingering at your waist. So much so that he’s completely lost all train of thought and is fumbling over what to say next.

“Oh he’s just being friendly! You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” You coo, peering down at the white floof with a smile. Krypto tilts his head, tongue lolling out in a happy smile and his tail wagging quickly while basking in your attention. “Is this his first ambush, or does he do this to everyone he meets on a walk?”

“So far you’re the only one.” Clark admits, his cheeks growing warm when your gaze redirects back to him. You're so close he can study all the different coloured flecks in your eyes, admire the softness of your lips.

He tries not to think about how he’s only usually this close to someone when he’s about to kiss them.

“I must be special then.”

Clark swallows hard, you’re certainly right about that. The leashes are still twisted around your legs like the thread of fate refusing to let you out of each other's sight. He can feel the beat of your heart quicken at the banter and wonders if you can sense his doing the same.

“He certainly has impeccable taste.” You smile and break eye contact at this, choosing to look down at the pavement rather than maintain eye contact. Clark chooses to believe he’s managed to fluster you, rather than thinking you’re too preoccupied with the leashes and not wanting to trip over.

Clark holds your hand to keep you steady as he bends down to unravel the tangle of leads, allowing you to step out of the knots and free yourself from Krypto’s imprisonment.

You give him a small thank you before smiling down at Krypto as if you've known him for years, fingers scratching those sweet spots behind his ears that proves to be his weakness. He leans into your touch shamelessly, tail batting against the footpath as he accepts all your affection.

“Well he’s very cute, I’m sure he makes all the girls swoon.”

Clark’s under no illusions that this is a probing statement, meant to test the waters, see if it’s worth your time to go fishing. He wants to make it crystal clear he’s interested, so he holds your gaze for a beat before he speaks.

“Not all the girls, just the one he dragged me towards.” Clark internally cringes, because he definitely didn’t mean for it to sound as damn cheesy as it came out, and hopes that he hasn’t just ruined his chances with you.

You blink, perhaps caught off guard for a moment by his response, but when you smile and gently chuckle at either what he said, or his shy reaction, the sound is warm enough to melt the buzzing anxiety swarming in his chest.

“Smart dog.” You quip, the playfulness in your voice providing reassurance to Clark that he hasn’t yet lost his shot with you. “Knows how to be a good wingman.”

He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to remain cool and collected on the outside all the while feeling nervous and giddy on the inside. The warmth creeping up his neck to the tips of his cheekbones is most likely what betrays that.

“He’s got good instincts, I just follow the leash.” This time his voice is much more bashful, and matches the blush that is no doubt spreading over his cheeks and giving away any last pretence of composure.

“Well if you keep following it, where do you think it’ll take you next?”

“I’m hoping somewhere that includes your number.” He says, words escaping his throat before he has the chance to second guess them.

You’ve got him already in the palm of your hand as he waits for your response. Even though the stakes aren’t earth shattering, that he contends with life and death situations more frequently than he’d like to admit, there’s something about your smile which makes this moment feel like one of the most important he’s had on this planet.

“I guess we’ll see how well you follow directions then.” The cheeky grin you flash at him as you hold your hand out for his phone has his stomach doing somersaults.

He adjusts Krypto’s leash in his hand, grounding himself in this new reality where he now gets to know you. One which very well might change the trajectory of his time on earth.

Clark, still blushing profusely, stands a little taller when he gives you his phone. He’ll have to remember to thank Krypto for the assist.

Today he’s been a good dog.

And an even better matchmaker.

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