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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 months ago

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Forever Love

Summary: Clark Kent/Superman x Fe!Reader -> Everyone knows you and Clark love each other and despite knowing everything about each other, you both seemed to have missed that shared information. So what happens when Clark overhears something before you're about to get married to someone else?

Disclaimer: Oblivious idiots in love, best friends to lovers, fluff, cute moments, splatters of romantic angst throughout, happy ending, Jonathan and Martha Kent helping meddle...sorta. Set in the 90s Lois and Clark show but can be for any version of Clark/Superman. There might be some spelling mistakes but we're gonna ignore them. Enjoy!

You felt like you were drowning.

Surrounded in taffeta and organza and another fabric you couldn’t name. For the last two hours, you’d been pushed and pulled out of a wedding dressing room, trying on dress after dress after dress. And you didn’t like a single one of them.

“I think it needs to be…bigger. And perhaps more veil.”

You could hear your future mother-in-law behind you as she spoke with the wedding dress consultant and the rest of the entourage she’d surprised you with at ten o’clock outside of the building.

“No, it’s the beads. Maybe a few more?”

“Ooh! I saw the perfect dress on one of the mannequins.”

“The cream one?”

“No, the off-white. The one with the ruching.”

Under the pile of…whatever fabric you’d been forced into, you sighed.

“Perhaps you’d like to come back next week?” The dress consultant turned to you before sneaking a look to the rest of your entourage. “We have a new shipment coming in on Sunday. We’ve got an opening for Monday?”

“I think that will be great,” you smiled, touching her arm.

“Nonsense. We can find a perfect gown today.”

“I think we’ve tried every dress on in the store.”

Your mother-in-law looked at you and hummed. “Maybe Monday will be best. Right, I’ll call Todd and tell him.”

With a thankful sigh you made your way back to the changing room and kicked the dress to the corner of the room – not that it moved. There was that much fabric, it remained still.

~~~~~~~~~

“I thought this was meant to be your wedding.”

“It was. It is.” You quickly corrected yourself. “It’s just…it’s not every day your child gets married and she always wanted a daughter. She just wants to…help.”

Clark handed you a coffee. “Do you want me to come with you on Monday?”

You shook your head. “I think that would just make it worse.”

“How?”

“She believes no man apart of the wedding should see the bride in her dress. And since you’re coming to the wedding, and you’re a man, you won’t even get into the parking lot.”

You sighed as you sat down.

“You look like you could do with a break.”

You nodded. “Understatement of the century. You know, I thought planning your wedding was meant to be…exciting. Stressful, but exciting.”

“Do you want to come with me this weekend?”

“To what?”

“Smallville County Festival.”

Your entire being practically glowed. “Is it that time of year already?”

Clark smiled and you followed him towards your desks. “Yep. Everyone’s gonna be there. Mrs Ingrid is gonna be making her famous jam scones again.”

He was practically teasing you.

“When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow evening.”

You groaned. “I was meant to be going with Todd to this business gala.”

“You have a lifetime to go to them. Who knows, this might be the last year Mrs Ingrid is gonna make her jam scones. Might be the last year they have the hay-bale toss. Might be the last year-”

“I’ll try and get out of it.”

Clark smiled and you felt yourself relax a little. He’d always had a way of doing that to you; making you relax. Making you feel comfortable in your own skin again.

That’s what it was like with Todd…sort of.

You’d met him two years ago at the local coffee shop. You’d run into him and spilt your coffee down his white shirt. You’d apologised profusely but he’d laughed it off and said it wasn’t anything dry cleaning couldn’t fix. Then he offered to buy you a new one. You’d debated him for a while about who should be the one to buy coffee for the other. Before you knew it, you found yourself agreeing to go to dinner with him.

Two years later, you’d finally met his family and you were engaged and everything was…being sorted. Todd’s mother had arranged it all. The wedding planner, the florist, the catering, the venue. And you liked it. Most of it. Some things you wished you could change, but you and Todd had talked.

His mother always wished she’d gotten a daughter after Todd but she never got pregnant. If some details weren’t to your ultimate liking, was it really the worst thing in the world?

So you agreed.

You agreed to lilies and sunflowers at your wedding.

You agreed to the sixteen extra layers on the cake for the extra four hundred guests that had been invited.

There was already more of Todd’s family attending, than yours, so what was a few extra friends and business associates. A wedding was an opportunity for networking, just as any other gathering.

You even agreed to her helping you pick out a wedding dress. And she did take your ideas on board. On all the dresses she’d picked out, there was a lace detail in the band. Even if it was covered in bling and diamonds.

Todd was a great guy. You were lucky to be able to call him your husband.

“You should go.”

“Are you sure?”

Pouring two drinks, he placed the stopper back in the bottle. “Of course. Besides, once we’re married who knows how much time you’ll have to be able to visit? Mother told me about a social event that might be right up your street.”

You nodded. “The wives club? Yeah, she mentioned something today. It sounds..fun.”

Todd smiled, handing you the glass and sitting beside you. “Go, have some fun. Clark will look after you?”

You nodded with a light smile. “I can look after myself.”

“Still. You’re going to be the next Mrs Fifth Richest Man in the World.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s Smallville, not Wall Street. I’ll be perfectly safe.”

Todd leaned forward and pecked a kiss to your lips. “Good. I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you, too.”

The next day, you were pulling your overnight back from under your desk and following Clark to his car.

Just as the clock turned ten, Clark pulled up outside of his parents’ farm.

“Hey, we’re here.” Clark gently shook you awake.

Stirring, you looked around in the dark. The familiar wooden porch was lit up by the headlights of the car just before it settled back into the darkness as Clark turned the car off. A few moments later, the screen door creaked open and Martha came running outside.

“Honey, Clark and Y/n are home!”

You smiled as you heard her include you in being home. Truth be told, the Kent’s farm, as well as Smallville, had always felt like home.

You and Clark had met in the first semester of college. And, after getting caught in the torrential downpour and taking solace in the local library only to get locked inside overnight, you’d found a close friendship in each other.

That same year Clark took you home.

You were meant to fly out to England and meet your uncle for Christmas but when he called and cancelled the day before due to his work load, you decided to stay at your dorm. You could get a headstart on the next workload and clean the entire apartment before the new year.

But Clark didn’t accept your excuse and when he knocked on your door at six in the evening, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He brought you with him, telling you his folks wouldn’t take no for an answer either. And you’d gone back every year.

“How ya’ doin’, honey?” Martha asked as she hugged you. “Clark, get her bag.”

“Already on it.”

Taking you by the arm, Martha walked with you inside the house. “How’s the wedding coming along?”

You hesitated to answer, but your hero came swooping in behind you. “Mom, maybe we should keep wedding talk to a minimum?”

“That bad, huh?”

You shrugged. “It’s just…not what I thought it would be.”

Martha and Jonathan exchanged a look which neither you or Clark fully picked on.

“Honey, the kids have had a long drive. Maybe we should let them rest.”

“Yes, you’re probably right.”

“Busy day tomorrow.”

Martha smiled. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room. Did I tell you I made a new blanket?”

“You did?”

Martha nodded, taking you towards your bedroom. “It took me a while since the wool went out of stock but…”

The conversation travelled away down the hall and Clark and his dad exchanged a look.

“Son.”

“Not now, dad.”

Jonathan just sighed. “I’ll make some tea.”

After getting changed into your pajamas and unpacking some of your things, you joined Martha and Clark in the kitchen before Jonathan strolled in from the back porch. “Got it.”

Martha took the small jar from her husband before standing and getting a teaspoon from the drawer. Then she handed it to you.

“Here, this should help with the allergies.”

You smiled and thanked her. She’d been doing the same thing since the first spring weekend you’d spent in Smallville. Martha always swore by a dose of local honey to help with the allergies. And nothing got anymore local than from her own bee hives.

Just as you lifted the spoon from the jar, Clark dipped his own in and took a teaspoon of it himself.

“Tastes great, mom.”

“Like home,” you smiled across the table. And Clark smiled back.

Martha and her husband exchanged another look.

“Well, I’m glad you both think so. Because I’m selling some jars at my stall tomorrow.”

You looked up at her. “You are? Oh, Martha, that’s wonderful.”

With her hand on your cheek, she brushed her thumb across your cheekbone. “Thank you, my darling.”

It wasn’t long after that you all went to bed. After all, you had a busy day ahead of you.

~~~~~~~~

It was safe to say that waking up in sheets that smelled of fresh laundry and that home smell that you could never quite put into words, was one of the best feelings in the world. The mattress sunk beneath you the minute you laid down. You were pretty sure you hadn’t moved from the minute you’d fallen asleep.

With the window on a latch, the fresh air started spilling inside and clearing your lungs of all controlled and forced breathing you’d done in the city. You loved the city, but there was just something about Smallville.

It was calming.

In every aspect.

Waking up, opening doors, talking to people. It was all…bright. Welcoming.

“Well look who’s awake.” You heard Clark say as you entered the kitchen. Then you heard Martha gasp.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. I gave one of your shirts to Y/n last night.”

Clark just smiled while you looked down to the old sweatshirt you’d pulled over yourself last night.

“That’s alright. She looks better in them than I ever do, anyway.”

You were glad you were looking down because the smile and the heat you felt on your face was a new kind of embarrassing. You’d worn his clothes before. And his comment had always been the same – maybe phrased a little differently, but still the same. You should have expected it.

But he caught you off guard each time.

“There’s some coffee on the pot if you want it.”

“Thanks.”

Pouring yourself a cup, you sat back at your place across from Clark at the kitchen table. “So what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I’m heading out in about an hour to set up the stall if you’d like to join me. Then I thought you and Clark could head round the festival. There’s meant to be a show at about seven in the town centre. We can all meet up back there?”

You smiled, sipping your coffee. “Sounds good.”

And it was.

After your shower, you got dressed and met Martha by the shed. Clark carried most of the boxes to the car, but you and Martha helped. Then, driving into the town as the sun started to warm to the sky, you helped set up Martha’s stall.

The town was buzzing with people. Buying, selling, laughing, joking, running, talking, singing, dancing. Just like every year, except it always seemed to get better than the last.

“Think you’ll try out at the hay-bale throw again?” You asked Clark as you both manned Martha’s stall whilst she talked with Josie three stalls down.

Clark laughed, handing over the carrier bag of fresh fruit and two jars of honey. You passed the change back to the customer before starting to bag another customer’s order.

“I think the coach still had me banned from when I was in middle school.”

Meanwhile, three stalls down, Josie agreed to Martha’s plan. A plan that both you and Clark came to find out about a few hours later.

“Your mom’s asked if you can go and get some more boxes from the farm. The way these berries are disappearing, there aren’t gonna be enough to last through the lunch hour.”

You looked around. “But I just got another crate from the car.”

Jonathan turned you and Clark around, pushing you out the back of the tent. “I-I think you both better go. Oh, and make sure to bring an extra box of corn. I’ll get the grill fired up. You know how quickly the corn sells out.”

You both agreed, but you shook your head. “I could have sworn I just carried another crate inside.”

“That was weird, don’t you think?”

“You’re telling me. Come on, we should hurry before the lunch rush.”

However, it all became apparent there was no mystery crate since you had carried one into the tent and the entire thing had been a ruse to get you and Clark back to the farm.

“Now, please don’t yell at me but Clark was telling me about your dress fittings and-”

“Mom!”

“And I just thought I might be able to help. Now, you don’t have to try any on, but I should tell you Josie is inside and I doubt she’ll let you walk away without at least taking a look.”

“Mom, I told you-”

You shook your head and pressed a hand to Clark’s chest. “No, it’s okay.”

“You don’t have to agree.”

You gave a small, yet slightly hopeful, sigh. “It’s okay. Really. Wouldn't hurt to take a look?”

Inside, Josie was running around three different travel racks she’d set up, each filled with different wedding dresses. Each was a different style with different veils and trains.

“I think I’ve got two of each style and don’t worry about the fit. Martha already told me your measurements.”

“She has?” Both you and Clark looked at her. But she just shrugged.

“You forget how many times I’ve made you stand on my wooden box when I’ve made dresses.”

You smiled and touched her arm as she linked hers with yours. “Thank you for doing this, Martha.”

She shrugged. “Clark told me how tired you were picking out a dress in the city. I thought you might like a bit of home comfort.”

“What about the stall?”

Martha just waved her hand. “John’s got it all under control. Besides, the Miller’s boy agreed to help out. We can take as long as you’d like.”

For the first time in months, you felt relaxed at the thought of picking out a wedding dress. However, something still panged inside of your chest.

You didn’t have many people in the way of family, but Clark, Jonathan and Martha had become your family in more ways than one. A small part of yourself had wished you could join their family for real, when you were younger. A small part of you still wishes that now. But it was a young-and-in-love dream you had once. A dream you had to convince yourself to let go before you spent the rest of your life in heartbreak.

“I-I should probably head back-”

“No, Clark, honey, you should stay. Go on, go and sit on the sofa.”

“I don’t-”

You looked up at him. “Clark, stay. Please?”

He smiled at you. “Okay. But only if you want me to.”

You nodded. “I want you to.”

So he stayed.

Sat on the sofa, he watched as Josie pulled a dress from the rack and carried it down the hallway and into your room.

He’d seen some of the photos of you in the dresses your mother-in-law had put you in. The expression on your face, the way you drowned in the amount of fabric she’d put on your head…you looked dejected but he could still see where you were putting on a mask to keep her and her family happy.

That wasn’t anywhere near the look you had on your face when you walked down the hallway and into the living room/ make-shift bridal runway.

With his arm across the back of the sofa, Martha watched the look on her son’s face change from slightly nervous to, well, completely stunned and annamored. It was a look she saw often on her son’s face when he looked at you, but never as boldly.

“Wow.”

One word from Clark and you felt your cheeks heat right up. Out of slight nervousness, you looked down at yourself and smoothed the dress out. “What do you think?”

Clark seemed speechless. “You look…you look beautiful, Y/n. Really, really, beautiful.”

Smiling, you said, “Thank you.”

Finally stepping forward, Josie held your arms and helped you turn on the box to face the mirror before she stepped back and lifted the train of the dress out.

For the first time, standing in front of a mirror in a wedding dress, you weren’t drowning. The gown wasn’t overpowering or filled with a tone of different fabrics that all seemed to have the same name.

It was simple, elegant and classic.

With a longer train, a lace detail around the middle and lace off-the-shoulder sleeves; for the first time in a dress, you could breathe.

“What do you think, honey?”

“I love it.”

In the mirror, Martha looked from your face, to her son’s and back again. Neither of you were paying any attention to her or Josie. In fact, from looking at you in the dress and at each other, it was as if you and Clark were the only two in the room.

“I do have a few more options we can try, too. Martha told me you wanted a lace detail. Not all of the dresses have one, but I do have a ribbon of lace to tie on if you’d like.”

You nodded and thanked her.

As Josie carried your train and you walked back to your room, Martha stayed leaning against the kitchen beam that led into the living room.

“She does make a beautiful bride.”

“She’s stunning. Todd…Todd’s a lucky man.”

Martha nodded. “He is.”

Then she paused.

For years she’d seen the same thing happen after moments like this. The dejected look on his face when he realised it wasn’t him she was with.

“There’s still time, Clark. You can still tell her how you feel.”

Clark shook his head, pretending to pick some lint from his trousers. “It’s not that simple, mom.”

Martha scoffed. “I’ve told you since the beginning, you should tell her how you feel.”

“And risk losing her in the process? She’s happy with Todd, mom. And I’m happy for her.”

“Are you both, though? Are you both happy?”

Clark didn’t have time to answer because the door clicked open down the hall and you appeared in another gown. His reaction was the same.

His, and your, reaction was the same with each dress you tried on.

But it was something else entirely when Josie was searching for the perfect veil, only for Martha to appear from her bedroom carrying one you recognised. Well, partly.

“Clark, honey, can you help me? I’m a little too short still.”

Standing, Clark walked over and helped place to fastener into the back of the makeshift hairstyle Josie had done.

“I made it a few months ago. I still had a box of material you’d given to me from your mom’s closet.”

Stepping back from the mirror, Clark watched as you became teary-eyed.

“It matches perfectly.”

You were doing everything you could to stop yourself from balling your eyes out. For the first time, you not only looked like a bride, but you felt like one.

Standing with Martha and Clark in the one place you’d called, in your heart, home, you felt like a bride.

From behind you, Josie captured a picture before Jonathan walked through the front door.

“Well, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes. Y/n, honey, you look beautiful. A blushin’ bride if I ever did see one.”

Taking your eyes from Clark’s, you looked over your shoulder to Jonathan and then back again.

Making everything official with Josie, she hugged you and promised to have the dress sent to your apartment in time for your wedding. Not a lot of alterations had to be made, just a seam here and there.

After that, you walked back into the living room, dressed in your normal clothes. However, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’d walked in on a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, honey. Uh, I think Clark’s waiting outside for you. The show should be starting soon.”

“Oh, okay. Are you coming?” You asked as you grabbed your jacket.

“We’ll be there soon. Save us some seats?”

“You got it.”

Stepping outside, you found Clark nowhere in sight until you called out for him and heard his voice from under the car.

“What are you doing?”

“Dropped the keys. Just filled the trunk up with some extra crates. Apparently more people have turned up to the show than expected.”

“Then we better get a move on.”

Arriving back in town, you and Clark relieved the Miller boy from his duty and started to serve the hungry customers of Smallville, together, before going to find your seats to watch the play.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Just a little after ten, Clark pulled the car up outside of the farmhouse once again.

“Are you okay?”

It took a moment before Clark’s voice reached your ears. “Mmh?”

He switched the car off completely as he turned and looked at you. “You’ve been quiet ever since you came back after the interval. Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Clark asked again.

You sighed a little. You never kept anything from Clark. Well, almost anything.

“What is it?”

“Todd called me.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. It’s just…we’re getting married next week.”

Clark’s brows furrowed. “But I thought the wedding wasn’t for another two months?”

“It is. It was. But his mom’s put a rush on the dress and an opening has come up for next Sunday.”

Even if Clark hadn’t known you for years, he’d still be able to hear the sad and tired tone behind your voice.

“So what did you say?”

You opened up the car door and stepped out, Clark quickly following your actions. “I don’t get much of a say. I suppose every bride dreams of having everything being taken care of. All I have to do is show up and look pretty.”

“But?”

“But I kinda wanted to do it myself. I wanted to tour venues with Todd and for us to pick the perfect one. I wanted to go to cake tastings and talk with other brides. But that’s all been taken care of. And I’m grateful. I really am. It would just be nice to be the one to make the choice every now and again.”

You both walked up the steps of the porch and into the house.

“Did you tell him you chose a dress?”

“I did. He said he’ll call his mom and tell her.”

“You sound sad.”

You turned around quickly. “No, no. I’m not sad. It…it’s been a long day. I think I’m just tired. See you in the morning?”

Clark nodded. “See you in the morning.”

Then you did something you only ever did when you were practically half-asleep. You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed other people’s cheeks.

When Jimmy finally found a break in your case at the Daily Planet – a case you’d been working on for almost two weeks – you’d called him a genius, kissed his cheek, grabbed your bag and went running out of work and towards the local docs to find someone to corroborate the story.

But there was something…intimate…about when you kissed his cheek. Maybe it was because he always wished it was, or wished that was how you meant it.

You were engaged, he reminded himself. You were engaged to Todd and you were happy. At least, he thought you were. When you were just dating Todd, you seemed happy. He treated you well, always called you during your lunch break. Some days he’d come to the Planet and surprise you and take you out to dinner. Todd was also one of the less corrupt millionaire tech people in Metropolis.

“Goodnight, Clark.”

“Night, Y/n.”

Thing was, Clark never went to bed. As he heard your door click shut, someone spoke.

“You’re still in love with her.”

Looking into the kitchen, Clark saw his mom sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea.

“Does that matter?” Clark asked, throwing his jacket over the back of the sofa as he passed it. He made his way into the kitchen and sat across from his mom.

“It does when she doesn’t really love him.”

“Mom-”

“I know what I see in her eyes when she looks at you, Clark. I’ve seen it in both of you since you first brought her home. I heard it in your voice when you first told me about her. I hear it in her voice when she calls your name.”

Clark shook his head as he sat down.

“She’s getting married in eight days, mom.”

“But not to the right man.”

“Mom.”

“Clark, I know what I saw when I met him.”

Martha had met him when she surprised Clark in the city. She’d arrived at the Planet around the same time as Todd when he was surprising you at work. She shared an elevator ride with him before they reached your floor.

He was well mannered. Let her on first, pressed the button for her, made polite conversation, let her out first, introduced himself when she realised who he was to Y/n. Then you offered to cook dinner. Todd stayed and helped with the clean up. Martha had talked to him. Todd was a great guy.

But there was that spark missing.

You were happy. And you loved Todd. And he loved you.

But neither of you seemed in love. Not properly.

“She cares for him. She wouldn’t want to see him hurt. But she’s not in love with him. Not completely.”

“She’s still marrying him. If she didn’t want to, she would have said no. She loves him, mom. That’s the end of the story.”

Martha sighed. She loved her son to death, but by the gods could he be a complete idiot. The same with you. You’d both loved each other for years and yet, for some unknown reason, neither of you had ever done anything about it.

You’d been friends for the longest time, then you started working together, too. Maybe you’d both waited too long, you thought it was too late.

“There’s still time, Clark.”

Clark shook his head. “I know you’d like to think there is, mom, but I just think it’s run out.”

Standing, he pressed a kiss to his mother’s cheek. “Go and check on your dad before you go to bed. I think he’s still watching the fireflies.”

Clark smiled. “Okay, mom.”

As the back door shut, along with the screen door, Martha heard a door click open down the hall.

A few moments later, you appeared in the kitchen. “Oh, sorry. I was just coming to get some water.”

“Can’t sleep?”

You sighed, picking up a clean glass and filling it with cold water. “Not really. How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to hear you’re getting married in a week, tomorrow.”

You sat down across from her. “Todd called me earlier.”

“Are you happy about that? The wedding being moved?”

You shrugged. “It is what it is. Everything’s planned. Todd’s mother has everything covered.”

“You can be excited.”

“I know. And I am. Sorta.”

“But you wished you could plan something?”

You nodded. “The only thing I could get Todd’s mom to agree with was the wedding date. But, I suppose it doesn’t matter when or how I get married. I love him – that’s all that matters, right?”

Martha nodded. “It is. But you have to remember, you’re not just marrying Todd. You’re becoming his family. You know, it’s funny. I always thought you’d be joining our family one day. Officially, I mean.”

You smiled.

“You’ve been a part of our family since Clark brought you home in college and you will be even after you marry Todd. But, I don’t know.” Martha shrugged. “Part of me always wished something would happen between you and Clark. You were always so close.”

You shifted in your seat a little as you felt a small, nervous, chuckle rise.

“I’m being serious. I would love to have you as my daughter.”

The sadness in your chest panged again. Daughter. Not just a daughter-in-law, but a daughter. A real family. One with monthly visits, daily calls, laughter, stories, comfort, freedom, love.

Then you heard yourself admit something you’d never admitted out loud. Not even to yourself.

“I’d love to be your daughter, too. If I’m being honest, I haven’t not thought about it before. But…” you sighed, turning the glass around in circles. “Clark and I…we’ve been friends for so long…it was easier to try to let that teenage dream go than jeopardise losing him.”

Martha just looked at you. She didn’t seem surprised. But she did give you a brief smile.

“You still love him.”

It wasn’t a question.

And for some reason, you wanted to cry.

“I think part of me will always love him.”

“Oh, honey.”

Standing, Martha moved to the seat beside you and held onto your hands. “You don’t have to marry, Todd.”

You swallowed and nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“But why? Honey, if you don’t-”

“I can’t keep holding onto a childish dream,” you admitted. “Clark will never see me as anything other than his best friend, and maybe that’s for the best. And Todd’s a great guy. His mother might be a nightmare,” you laughed a little, lifting your hand to wipe the corner of your eyes. “But Todd cares for me. He loves me and I love him. We’ll have a good life together.”

“But will you enjoy it?”

After a moment of silence, you heard the clock strike eleven. You stood quickly as if you’d been caught doing something wrong and wiped your eyes. “I-I’m sorry. I should probably- I should get to bed. I’m sorry for telling you about all this. You don’t need to worry.”

“Y/n?”

You stopped in your tracks and watched as Martha stood from the table and walked over to you.

She hugged you.

“No matter what, we’re still your family.”

Hugging her back, you said, “Thank you.”

Kissing your cheek, she left you to walk back to your room before she went towards hers. And just as both of the doors closed, the backdoor slowly opened and Clark walked inside, his heart beating faster than it had ever done.

~~~~~~~~~~

“And you’re sure she said that? Those words? Specifically.”

Jimmy rushed alongside Clark as they walked through the bullpen. Clark hadn’t meant to tell him; he hadn’t meant to tell anyone. It kinda just slipped out.

“Yes.” Clark pressed.

“But this all happened while you were away,” Jimmy pointed out. “So what have you been doing for the last three days?”

“Panicking? Worrying? I don’t know, Jimmy. What am I meant to do? It’s not like she knows that I know.”

“She doesn’t? You haven’t talked to her about it yet?”

“What can I talk to her about? She’s getting married in four days.”

Jimmy stood back. “Oh, I don’t know. How about…” Jimmy pretended to think. “Don’t marry him. Marry me instead. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since I met you. I heard you talking to my mom and I need to tell you that I feel the same way.”

Jimmy watched Clark as he sat down at his desk. “I mean, I’m just spitballin’ here.”

Clark rolled his eyes and rolled his chair underneath his desk and from the immediate panicked look on his face, Jimmy turned around and found you walking towards your desk.

“Hey, Y/n. How are you feeling?”

Once more, it took a moment before Jimmy’s voice reached your ears. You’d been so distracted for the last few days that you’d somehow managed to run into the same coffee cart not once, not twice, not even three times, but four. Clark saved you from the fifth.

“Uh, yeah. Good, yeah.”

You sat back at your desk and opened up your computer and started typing. Unaware of the chaos going on at Clark’s desk, you continued to make spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes as you typed away.

Jimmy kept making signals to Clark. Help her. Talk to her. Talk to her. Now.

“Hey, Y/n, Clark wanted to talk to you.”

Then Jimmy left.

“You did?”

At his desk, the pencil continued to turn over and over in Clark’s fingers. “Uh, yeah. Just…just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You…you’ve kinda been distracted lately.”

“Oh, yeah, no. No, I’m fine.”

“And you’re…sure?”

You nodded, trying to make yourself believe it. “I’m sure.”

“You don’t sound it. First wedding jitters?” Cat appeared behind you.

“Cat!”

“What? Every girl gets nervous before her wedding. Not that you should be. After all, you’ve got the perfect wedding, to the perfect guy, with the perfect life waiting for you. Hell, if I were you I’d be getting ready to pack my stuff up now.”

“Cat!”

“What? It’s not like she’s going to want anything. Fifth richest guy in the world.”

“Fourth now.” Lois corrected as she walked by.

Then your phone rang.

“Hello-”

“Y/n, dear. We need you down at the tailors immediately. I’ve just found some more fabric-”

“This is Y/n. I can’t come to the phone right now but if you leave your name and number after the beep, I’ll get back to you.”

As Jimmy passed by, you pulled him down and after a silent argument he made the noise.

“Beeeeep.”

Waiting for a moment, you put the phone back down before relaxing back in your chair.

“What was that about?” Clark could almost laugh.

“I can’t take anymore fabric.”

“Fabric?”

“What kind of fabric?”

“What for?”

“For my new-new wedding dress.”

Clark stood and walked over to your desk. “New wedding dress? But I thought you were wearing the one you picked out back home.”

“Picked out?”

“Back home?”

“You have a new wedding dress?”

You looked back at Clark. “I did. And I do get to wear it. At the reception.”

“And at your wedding?”

Looking at Clark, you gave him a look that worried him to his core. You looked fed up and annoyed as you pulled a large binder that was spilling over with hot glued patches of fabric on a drawn bride.

“Oh my god!” Was the main reaction in disgust.

“Haven’t you said no?”

“I can’t get a word in edgewise. She just talks over me and by the time I can talk, I’m drowning in thirty tones of organza and ruching fabric. She’s taken over everything. I’ve tried speaking to Todd but suddenly trying to get him on the phone…I’d have better luck sounding for Superman outside of that window and having him hear me than getting hold of Todd. I just…I don’t know what I’m meant to do. I accepted her help because she’s gonna be my family soon but this week.”

Cat looked horrified. “You’re not thinking about cancelling the wedding are you?”

“What? No.” Though you didn’t sound so convincing yourself. “No, of course not. It’s just….I thought this was meant to be about me and Todd. Not Todd’s mother and all the connections that can be made during the ceremony. Please tell me your mom and dad are still coming?”

Clark nodded, a little defeated himself but he hid it well, before walking behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders. “Of course they are. They wouldn’t miss it.”

Under his warming hands, you relaxed for a moment and leaned back in your chair. And for that moment, you let yourself believed that hideous binder didn’t exist and that you weren’t being waited on by a nightmare mother-in-law who didn’t want to listen at the tailors but rather you were planning on driving back to Smallville at the end of the week to visit Clark’s family with him.

But the ringing of your phone broke that small moment of calmness.

“Want me to get it?”

You groaned as you sat up. “No, it’s okay. Thanks Jimmy.”

“If you need another beep, just holler.”

You smiled and sat up, Clark disappearing back to his desk with the others. Saying a silent prayer, you answered the phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And you still haven’t talked to her? Clark!”

“I know, I know. But it’s not like it’s going to change anything. You heard her. She loves him.”

“She cares for him. Deeply. But, Clark, honey. You are the one she’s been in love with. You are the one she’s still in love with.”

Clark shook his head. “You keep saying that, mom, but if she did, she wouldn’t be marrying him. She would have called the wedding off or done something. But she’s agreed to the dress, she’s agreed to the extra hundred guests and she’s agreed to marry him.”

“She’s being pushed to agree and you and I both know that. She said yes to Todd – I get that. He’s a great guy. But she only said yes because she thought you would never feel the same about her.”

“But I do.”

“Then why haven’t you talked to her, son?”

Clark sighed. It was your wedding day. You were hours away from changing your last name and becoming the fourth richest man in the world’s wife. You were hours away from being pushed around by your mother-in-law introducing you to different people with fancy backgrounds and lots of money to spare.

Resting his head in his hands for a moment, Clark eventually looked back up.

“Look, maybe she loved me once but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s about to get married. To someone else.”

His dad sighed. “Son, just talk to her. Tell her how you feel. And if she doesn’t feel the same way, and I mean is she truly doesn’t then you know you can move on. But what if you don’t? What if she goes the next however long before she realises she’s made a big mistake and that on her wedding day, you could have put a stop to it all. That you could have both gotten the life you’ve always wanted. Together.”

All of a sudden, Clark’s front door swung open.

“C.K, she’s asking for you.”

With one final look from his parents, Clark grabbed his jacket and followed Jimmy out of the door.

~~~~~~~~~

“Clark? What are you doing here?”

Clark looked around behind him and looked at Jimmy as he hung in the doorway. He said nothing. Just mouthed the word: “Talk.” Then he shut the door.

“Clark? Is everything okay?”

Turning back to you, Clark took you in. You looked beautiful. Well, underneath the layers and layers and layers of fabric. But he already knew that.

But Clark didn’t have to say anything. Somehow it was like you could read his mind. Something was wrong, but it wasn’t anything material.

Or maybe it was just your wishful thinking.

“Clark, is there something you need to talk to me about?”

A million thoughts rushed through Clark’s head. Don’t marry him. I love you. I heard you last week. I wished I could have told you sooner. But then he looked around. It was less than three hours before you were meant to walk down the aisle. You were already in your wedding dress. He could hear a chorus of bridesmaids down the hall.

He loved you too much to be the jerk who tried to convince you on your wedding day, not to marry a great guy who loved you.

“Clark?”

He stepped back as you reached for him. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. You must be excited, right?”

You stepped back and put your mask back on. You smiled. “Oh, y-yeah. Of course.”

“Is there anything you need me to do-”

Then he saw it. The mask faded for almost a second.

“Y/n? What is it?”

Shaking your head, you stepped towards him. You spoke in a hushed tone. “Clark, I-”

The door swung right open. “Miss?”

You and Clark stepped back from each other, a fraction of the distance from before.

It was Todd’s mother’s PA,

“She wants to see you.”

Looking at Clark, your eyes pleaded something awful but you let go of his hand and walked away.

After waiting for twenty minutes, Clark left the room and headed outside. People were arriving since most things had finished being set up. Some people had found their seats, others were taking pictures.

But all in all, the wedding was still going ahead.

~~~~~~~~~~

“I need to tell her, Jonathan.”

He sighed. “Maybe Clark’s right. We should just stay out of it. They’re grown adults. They can make their own decisions.”

“I can’t just stand here and watch her sign her life away to someone who isn’t her forever love.”

“Martha.”

“Jonathan, what if this was me and Clark was you? Would you stand by and let me marry someone just because you thought it was best? Or would you have wanted someone to tell me that the man I loved, loved me back just as much, but he is not the man I was marrying.”

Jonathan thought over the sentence. “But that wasn’t us, Martha.”

“She has a right to know Clark feels the same. Better yet, she has the right to know he knows.”

Jonathan sighed but did nothing to stop his wife from walking away from the wedding ceremony, out of the doors and up the stairs towards the bridal suite.

She paused for a moment, her husband stood behind her. She had his full support.

She knocked.

“Come in.”

Opening up the door, they found you sitting alone at the vanity.

“Martha? Oh, thank goodness.”

Standing up, you rushed towards her and embraced her hug as Jonathan shut the door discreetly. “Is everything okay?”

“I…I don’t know anymore.”

Slowly you walked back to the vanity and sat down on the stool. Martha shared a look with her husband.

“Well, honey, I…I need to talk to you about something.”

She pulled up a chair with Jonathan’s help and took your hands in her’s.

“What is it?”

Taking one final look at her husband, who nodded, she looked back at you with a deep breath.

“Before I tell you, I want you to know that I’m telling you because you deserve the right to know and you deserve a choice.”

“Choice? What choice?”

“Clark knows.” Jonathan spat it out.

“What?” You turned back to Martha.

“Last week, when you told me about your feelings for Clark. He was outside and heard everything.”

You didn’t know how to feel. Embarrassed, confused, sad, dejected, hopeful?

“He…he did?”

Martha nodded.

A few moments passed in silence. “No wonder he’s been so weird this week. God, he heard and now he…he…” Then it felt like a dagger to the heart. “He doesn’t feel the same.”

“No-”

“Honey, no-”

You felt yourself stand and start to pace. “God, how could I be so stupid! I- I knew he never felt the same. I suppose part of me held hope but-”

“You should still hold hope.” Jonathan held you still. “Because he loves you, too.”

You sighed, feeling tears brewing behind your eyes. “It’s okay. You don’t have to-”

“But we’re not.” Martha came to your side. “He really does.”

“If he does, then why didn’t he say anything?”

“Because he thinks he’s doing what’s best. He loves you too much to lose you. When you think about it, you’ve both been protecting each other for so long…even when you might have a chance, you still don’t want the other to get hurt.”

“Todd’s a great guy, sweetie.” Jonathan told you. “And if you really want to marry him I’ll walk you down there myself. But I think you should think about it before you do.”

Your eyes wandered over to where you’d been sitting before they walked in. You’d had a million thoughts running around your head but the main one was that you would rather be any place else than in a bridal suite waiting to walk down the aisle and become the next Mrs. Fourth Richest Man in the World’s wife.

“But you shouldn’t just do it for Clark, either.” Jonathan added. “He loves you and will support any choice you make. So will we. But the decision should be for you.”

You waited for a few minutes but your mind was already made up. Your heart had made up its mind a long time ago.

“Can you go and get Todd for me? I-I think I need to talk to him.”

Jonathan and Martha didn’t know what choice you had made but agreed anyway and a few minutes later, Todd entered with his eyes covered.

“Unofficially, I’m here. Is everything okay?”

Standing and stepping towards him, you lowered his hand. “I need to talk to you.”

And for an hour you and Todd talked. You both talked over everything. Every feeling, every moment, every opportunity. But your mind was made up.

“I’m so sorry, Todd.”

He smiled. “It’s okay. We would have had a good life together but…you would have been unhappy. And I think I would, too. Eventually. You know, I looked into that room today and all I saw was a networking event. If I couldn’t even stop my own wedding from becoming a business meeting, what would our marriage look like?”

You nodded and he took your hand. “Just do me one favour.”

“Anything.”

“Well, it might be two.”

You nodded.

“Get yourself into some more comfortable clothes. Ones that maybe don’t look like they’re about to sink you to the bottom of the ocean if you fell in.”

You laughed and looked down at the extravagant wedding dress you were still wearing.

“And go and find Clark.”

You looked at Todd. You hadn’t mentioned Clark. Just that you gave your heart away a long time ago.

Todd just smiled. “He deserves to know the truth, and you deserve to give your heart what it’s always wanted. I wish you the best, Y/n.”

“I wish you the best, too.”

Todd smiled, contently, and kissed your cheek.

Then you both looked down at your dress.

“Do you want me to get the chainsaw? I’m pretty sure the gardener here has a spare one.”

“I think all these beads would break it.”

It took a long fifteen minutes to get you out of the dress with Martha and Jimmy’s help. Todd had left and ran into him in the hallway as he was on his way to talk to his mother and announce to the guests the wedding would not be continuing.

Jimmy had run in a few seconds later with a spare set of clothes since you had nothing but silk underlining pajamas.

“Whoa.”

“Just help me get out of this thing. I need to find Clark. Is he here?”

Jimmy shook his head as he started to undo the buttons from the side of the dress as Marth tackled the otherside. “No, he left.”

“He left? Where?”

“He just said he was going for a walk. Wait, are you going to find him to tell him-”

“She loves him. Yes. Now, hurry up with the buttons.”

Pulling the crew neck jumper over yourself as you ran out of the bridal suite. There weren't many places to walk near the wedding venue and after asking two gardeners if they’d seen someone matching Clark’s description, you realised where he was headed.

“Come on, I’ll drive you.”

Hopping in the car with Jimmy, he started driving around the city before pulling up outside of Clark’s building. You practically flew through his front door.

“Clark! Clark! Are you here?!” You couldn’t find him. “Clark? Oh, where are you?”

It was as you stood in the middle of his apartment, spinning in circles, that you heard a small woosh outside. Then a very frazzled Clark came running through the door.

You just looked at each other. No words were said but a part of Clark was confused – confused at your or the suppressed hope? He couldn’t tell.

In the silence, he walked down the steps before you ran towards him and hugged him tightly. Your feet were lifted from the ground as he hugged you back, his eyes closing, his senses becoming filled with you.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

He set you back on your feet, but his hands remained on you, holding you close to him. His breathing was heavy as if he’d been rushing to get to you, too.

“I went back to try and find you. I wanted to tell you but when I got there, Lois told me you’d run out.”

“I couldn’t wait any longer. I talked it through with you mom and dad, and Todd. I couldn’t marry him. My heart was never in it. Not fully.”

Clark just waited. His body was still recovering from the adrenaline.

“Clark, I gave my heart away a long time ago. I think before I even knew it, too. Clark, I’m in love with you.”

He was silent.

“Clark, please say something.”

But he couldn’t. So he did the next best thing.

He kissed you.

Holding you close to him, his fingertips digging into your skin enough to let you know he was holding onto you for dear life, he kissed you. Your arms came around his neck and pulled him closer to you. Then, finally, as his hand came to the side of your face and the kiss peppered away, his forehead remained against yours.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

A year later, the runaway bride story was old news and the announcement of your engagement to Clark being made inside the Daily Planet was published as a short story in the next day's edition.

It had been purely by accident. Clark did have a plan but after Jimmy searched his desk for the extra copies of the evidence papers, he’d found a box and opened it accidently.

“Is that an engagement ring?”

“Oh, my god, it is.”

“C.K, I’m so sorry.”

He sighed a little. “It’s okay, Jimmy.”

“What’s going on?”

As they all turned, you and Mr White were greeted with the looks of panic on everyone’s face. In Clark’s hand was the open box with the engagement ring.

“Great shades of Elvis.”

“Clark?”

A nervous smile was being held back on your face. For all you and Perry knew, it was a part of a missing case. But you recognised the ring. It was the same one Jonathan had given Martha when they got engaged. And in the silent conversation between you and Clark across your friends, he walked around Lois and Cat to get to you.

“No time like the present.”

You smiled, watching as he looked at you for permission before he got down on one knee. Perry ran around you both, joining Lois, Jimmy and Cat.

“I want you to know, I did have a plan but-”

“Yes. Sorry.”

Clark smiled. “I figured we’ve both waited long enough-”

“Yes. Sorry. Continue.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I promise I’ll wait.”

Clark went to speak but Perry spoke up. “Oh, you’ve both waited nearly ten years. Just ask her already.”

Clark looked around and Perry closed his mouth, whispering a light, “Sorry.”

Finally, Clark looked back at you and had a pleased smile on his face.

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

Clark waited a short moment. “Will you do me the greatest honour of, finally, becoming my wife?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes. I’d love to.”

As the entire bullpen started cheering and whooping, Clark stood quickly and kissed you before finally slipping the ring onto your finger.

Two months later you and Clark got married on his family farm surrounded by your friends and families, in a small ceremony where Martha had helped you pick out a wedding dress with Josie, Lois, Cat and Jimmy– one which Clark hadn’t seen, but one which you loved.

It had taken almost ten years but as you slow-danced with Clark on the grass, you kissed him. You’d both found your Forever Love and now you had an entire lifetime to share it. Together.

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