#Tyler Hoechlin fanfiction

[noyzinerd]

[twdxtrevor]

I'm gonna need a fanfic based on this gif right the fuck now please . . (idea in comments)

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Chris: I have a gun, so do as I say and no one gets hurt. Stiles: And I have a death wish, so I’m going to do what I want. Derek: STILES, NO! (source)

[dont-look-behind]

dating headcanons | derek hale

• His love language is definitely acts of service.

• Sidewalk rule always.

• You never get to touch a doorknob around him. 

• Very protective, no one dares to lay a finger on you. You’re literally untouchable.

• Scared to death to hurt you, and wants you to have a normal life as a human.

• You’re probably still a senior in high school when you start dating, so people would stare a lot in the beginning.

• Drives you to school and picks you up everyday.

• Buckles your seatbelt for you and drives you home to take care of you when you’re drunk.

• I can imagine the grumpy x sunshine dynamic.

• He cooks your favorite meals for you.

• He loves laying on top of you for back and head scratches.

• Tough Derek is just an act. He’s the sweetest and sees you with so much respect and tenderness.

• Didn't have a phone until he started dating you. He bought one just to call and text you.

• I feel like most of your dates would be indoor cause he’s not very social.

• If you try to play sassy he’d just laugh cause he thinks it looks cute on you.

• He does admire your confidence though, and thinks you’re kinda badass.

[allheartsarewildcreatures]

Please help me find this Teen Wolf Fanfiction on AO3!!!

Things I remember about it (apparently everything but the name and how it was tagged lol):

The Hale pack lives, I think Talia was the alpha

Claudia Stilinski is also alive and like besties with Talia

Derek knows Stiles is his mate, if not when Claudia is still pregnant with Stiles the soon after she gives birth

There’s a seven year age gap

The title of the chapter are the years it encompasses/the ages of Stiles and Derek

Claudia dies in a car accident

Werewolves come forward and it’s a huge political thing

Peter and Sherriff Stilinski are a background thing after Claudia’s death

Stiles is an omega and Derek is an alpha

If you have any recs of fics where Stiles and Derek find each other early I’d love that too! Thanks in advance for your help!!

[arlos-warm-drpepper]

Thinking about how Derek Hale dropped Allison Argent at her house after the party in season 1. Thinking about how Derek Hale, a werewolf who was well known amongst the hunters and the argent family dropped off Allison Argent, the niece of the woman who burned his family alive, safely at her house after she was ditched by Scott. Derek Hale is such a good guy I’m crying.

[uhhhj13iguess]

thank you for saving me

liam dunbar x fem!reader

wc: ~2.5k

liam’s anxiety and IED isn’t explored and talked about enough in either fanfics or the actual show, so i tried to do this sweet boy some justice. he’s just trying his best

set in season 4, but definitely not too canon

"why did we get sent to the school, aren't we here enough?" you kicked your feet, looking for any sign of kate, or the benefactor, or any clue to absolutely anything going on in your life right now. you'd been scott's beta for all of a few weeks, and all of your spare time had been spent trying not to die. being a werewolf was definitely cool, but you had no idea how exhausting it would be. you'd come to the school with liam, hoping to find something, anything that would give you insight into any one of the millions of things going on.

liam chuckled, walking alongside you. he knew how important it was to find something, but he couldn't take his focus off of you.

the entire ride over he stared at you, watching how the moonlight glistened on your skin as you ranted to him. your hands rested on the steering wheel as you spoke and he admired your hands, how soft they looked, how beautiful your nails were. he watched the lines on your face intensify the more passionate you got about whatever you were talking about — liam didn't know. he didn't care, frankly. anytime you spoke, he was entranced by your oh-so-pretty voice, words having no meaning other than the butterflies they were leaving in his stomach.

you looked at him in the passenger seat, a smirk forming to contrast the flush on your cheeks. he was caught, he knew it. but he couldn’t find himself to mind. he smiled at you, a blush matching on his own face.

he straightened his shoulders out, checking behind him as he passed the chemistry lab. "I don't know, but I hope we find something quick and can get out of here."

you didn't hear what he said.

his fingertips brushed against yours as you walked together and your mind wandered from the plan for the thousandth time that evening. every time liam mindlessly brushed against you, all sight of what you were doing was thrown out the window. your survival anxiety was replaced with limerence, yearning for the touches to linger longer. butterflies flooded your stomach as his hand did just that. in fact, your own heartbeat overtook your senses as you felt liam grab ahold of your hand. you looked up at him, blushing like a madman.

“you had no idea how long —” he shushed you quickly, stopping you dead in your tracks and tilting his head, listening. you tried to tune in to whatever he heard.

liam knew the sound of those footsteps anywhere. they haunted him, not just in his nightmares, but out on the field, in the classroom — wherever he went, they followed. taunting him.

he turned around to see the creature trudging towards them. he felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck and the blood drain from his face. seeing the berserker in front of him again felt worse than he could've imagined, and he froze as the beast made his way towards the two of you.

"liam, what do we do?"

silence.

"liam? should we fight? should we run?"

"liam?"

liam watched in a haze as kira used her katana against the berserker, his vision fading in and out. there was a lot of things he didn't know yet, but these things had to be the craziest he had found out about so far. he didn't know what to do. they were so strong, so fast, and the wounds he'd been given weren't healing. he watched as kira was tossed across the roof like she was nothing.

his breathing quickened.

what was he supposed to do? how did scott do this?

he groaned at the pain, trying to push himself up, only to be kicked back against the electrical panel. his vision blackened and his panic intensified.

seriously, what was he supposed to do? he wasn't strong enough. he couldn't possibly do this. he-

"liam, look out!"

he came to, hearing your voice and feeling you shove against him. he let out a grunt as you took place where he stood: directly where the berserker was aiming his bone-covered fist. you let out a scream as you flew backwards, hitting the ground so hard the tiles shattered beneath where you landed. you clenched your abdomen immediately, blood pooling out of the gashes caused by the sharp bone pointing out of the creature’s knuckle plate.

you choked on your own words, fighting to stay awake as pain coursed through your veins. "l-liam..."

liam's body flooded with rage in a split second. his claws came out and he roared, sprinting at the berserker without a second thought. he threw punches, hard and strong, making the beast before him stumble back. it held defense against liam as he grew more powerful, his anger in seeing you hurt feeding his strength, adrenaline surging through him.

unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep the berserker down for long. the beast threw a punch, sending liam flying into the lockers with a power ten times that of the beta. with his imprint heavy in the metal, he lay on the ground, spitting blood and scrambling to crawl backwards as the berserker stomped towards him. liam made his way to you, covering you from the incoming a attack, and trying to hide you as far in the corner as he could. as quickly liam flinched away at the berserker breaking into a sprint towards him, he heard the creature stop. he looked up to see it retreating out the high school entrance.

he took a deep breath, looking down at you and assessing the wounds in your side. worry flooded his senses, seeing you barely conscious and feeling how much pain you were in as he grabbed where your arm was holding your stomach. panic bubbled in his throat, breathing beginning to hitch and stagger as he pulled up your shirt to see your wound.

he grimaced at the sight. it was deep, bloody, and most importantly: it wasn't healing.

"shit, (y/n). why did you do that? it shouldn’t have been you, i, fuck."

you groaned slightly, unable to keep your eyes open.

"i'm... i'm okay, l-liam." you slurred out.

"please just, keep your eyes open, (y/n), we're going to get you some help."

liam's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps; this time multiple, yet not as heavy. whoever it was, liam was filled with dread. he needed to get you out of here, and he couldn't do that while fighting off someone else. he began to scoop you in his arms, apologizing relentlessly as you whined, half-consciously whimpering at the pain from being moved. he got to his feet, whispering in your ear that you were okay, that he was taking you somewhere.

"liam!"

his eyes shot up at the sound of scotts voice. he let out a heavy breath at the sight of scott, stiles, and derek running towards you.

"guys, please, she's really hurt. it hurt her, and, and, i-i, i don't know shes not healing. please, help her." he whined.

immediately, derek grabbed you and headed out the way they came. he yelled back on his way out, "I'll meet you guys at deaton's!"

scott whipped his head around to liam after derek had left. "what the hell do you think you were doing?!"

liam stumbled backwards. "w-what?"

stiles crossed his arms. "listen, i know you think you're all tough-guy mr. bad werewolf now, but in case you don't remember how your first fight went, these guys don't lose. and they're fucking huge! are you just stupid or something?"

"i don't she pushed me out of the way and i —”

"liam, why did you attack it? why didn't you run? you guys could've gotten way more hurt than you did. stiles is right, that was stupid of you."

liam felt defeated. not only did he freeze and get you hurt, but he was stupid enough to keep you there in that position while he freaked out on that thing.

he was embarrassed. they were right, he shouldn't have attacked the berserker. he was disappointed in himself, disappointed in how rashly he acted, and how quickly he let his anger take over him. this isn't what scott would've done; this isn't what he should've done. he felt ashamed, his body language following suit to reflect that. scott picked up on the scent change immediately, and his face softened.

"hey, liam —”

"no, you guys are right. i shouldn't even be a part of this, I just explode and mess everything up. I'm sorry, I, I don't know I just saw her hurt and I stopped thinking, I just got so angry and acted like a monster and I —”

"liam!" scott placed his hands on his beta's shoulders, giving him a reassuring look. "you were scared. you reacted, trying to protect (y/n). you're still new to all of this, you're still learning. you're not stupid. I'm sorry we yelled at you."

"no i definitely think he was pretty stupid —"

"stiles!"

"what? tell me i'm wrong, look at those things. even peter runs at the sight of them." stiles scoffed.

scott scowled at his best friend. "go easy on him, dude. we weren't perfect at this either. we still aren't,"

he turned back towards liam. "go, go check in on her. derek took her to the clinic. I'm sure she'll want to see you when she comes to."

liam hesitantly nodded, muttering another apology as he started towards the doors of the school.

"liam!"

he turned back to face scott.

"this wasn't your fault. you kept her safe, don't beat yourself up."

liam opened the door to see derek wide-eyed staring down at him. he barely opened his mouth before he was pulled into the clinic, stumbling in derek’s grasp.

"good, you're just in time.”

light flooded liam's eyes as he entered the exam room, (y/n) laying on the table, still unconscious. his stomach turned and he felt overwhelmed with anxiety once again seeing you lay there, helpless. scott's words of assurance echoed in his head, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. like he could've prevented this.

"in time? for, for what?" liam shuffled to the table where deaton and derek stood.

deaton wore a concerned face — almost apologetic.

"we need you to help hold her down."

liam was puzzled. you were unconscious; why would we need to hold you down?

"i dont understand, what do you mean?"

deaton looked to derek, sorrow painted across his features. “she’s not healing, and she’s getting weaker. it was good you helped get her here as soon as you did.”

he let out a hum, looking at you on the table. derek took over.

“when someone isn't healing and you need to trigger the process, there's a pretty foolproof way to get it up and running again,"

he sighed as liam still wasn't catching on.

"it's... it's pain, liam."

he watched the beta's eyes widen. "pain? no i can't, that's, no please I can’t see her hurt anymore tonight. this is already all my fault, I can't be the cause of any more pain, please, isn't there something else you can do? i, i can't —"

"liam,"

he stopped rambling, meeting derek's eyes. he'd never seen him so... empathic.

"liam, i get it. i know what it's like to be angry." he sighed and looked away.

"i used it as my anchor for years. after watching someone I loved die because of me, I didn't know what to do. i didn't know how to handle anything. so I got angry. and it consumed me,"

he stepped closer towards the teenager. "i know what it's like to feel like a monster."

liam looked down at the ground. he didn't understand what derek was telling him, let alone why he was telling him. he started to shake his head, but he was cut off with a hand on his shoulder.

"you're not a monster, liam. that anger? it makes you powerful. i told that to scott the day I met you — that you were strong. there's no reason your anger can't be used as an advantage. but that's only if you know how to control it and bring it out when you need it,"

"don't let it define you like it did me."

liam made eye contact with him. he heard derek's heartbeat: it hadn't faltered once this whole time. he took a deep breath and nodded.

"okay. what do you need me to do?"

deaton smiled, quickly ushering the two to either side of you.

"liam, stand by her head and hold her shoulders. she'll need a comforting face when coming to. derek, hold her legs. this isn't going feel great."

liam gripped hard on your shoulders. "wait, what are you —"

deaton didn't waste any time grabbing your forearm and pushing down, hard. the sound of bone snapping cracked throughout the room, causing a similar sensation in liam's chest. his eyes widened at the realization of what was happening.

you shot up with a roar, eyes flashing gold as you screamed in pain. you snapped your arms out of the grasp of those around you, your free hand flying to the broken, immediately resetting it with another painful wail.

with the bone back in place, you took a deep breath, panting as you slowly leaned back down on the exam table. everyone gathered around you, watching with hope as you grew more and more with it.

you lifted your shirt as a tingling sensation flooded your abdomen, all of you watching as the gashes in your side slowly started to patch themselves up. liam let out sigh of relief, staggering back a few feet as solace washed over him. you were okay.

deaton gave you a reassuring smile, patting you on the knee. "good to have you back with us, (y/n). i think we'll let you guys be for a second, you're safe here."

he and derek left the room, quietly discussing their plan for the rest of the evening. liam let his head hang in his hands, wanting to cry at the feeling of relief in seeing you heal. you saw him from where you were laying on the table, slowly sitting up with a whine to face him. he grabbed your arms, helping stabilize you.

"(y/n) i'm so glad you're okay. i can't tell you how afraid i was seeing you hurt. i don't know what i'd do with myself if anything happened to you, I don't, I just —"

you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, hugging him as tightly as you could, not a thought in your mind on the pain shooting through your side. liam stood frozen, not sure what was happening. you let out a sob and held him tighter, causing him to instinctively wrap his arms around you.

"thank you for saving me, liam."

[jocollins]

I need new people to follow.

Looked through my follows and understood that most haven't been active for years (like 11, 10, 6) wow

[stenclastiel]

If they greenlight Teen Wolf the Movie 2, it should be Stiles, Kira and Theo going on a road trip in with Eli to help bring back Derek.

Like imagine all four of them in that jeep.

And Stiles is an FBI agent, Kira mastered her powers, and Theo is a doctor or something

[noyzinerd]

When Derek does the deep, chest rumblies because he's happy and content

That's it. That's the whole post. Have a great day.

[sterekfests]

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Keep reading to see all the awesome theme weeks ahead!

November 26 - December 2: “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.” 

With Christmas music playing in the background, it’s time for Derek and Stiles to decorate for the holidays. Do they pull out old, familiar ornaments as they reminisce about past Christmases? Or are they building new traditions, weaving fresh memories into each tinsel and bell? Either way, it will be a perfect little Christmas moment. 

December 3 - 9: “Let it snow.” 

The weather outside might be frightful, but that won’t stop Derek and Stiles from enjoying the snow. Whether they’re building snowmen, throwing snowballs, or making snow angels, they’re bound to have a fun time. 

December 10 - 16: “Winter Wonderland.” 

This holiday season, Stiles and Derek can look forward to snow-covered landscapes, twinkling lights, and quaint little shops full of festive cheer. Maybe they wander through town, observing the festive decorations. Or perhaps they find joy in small moments, as they slide down a big, wintery hill. No matter how they choose to spend their day,  laughter is guaranteed. 

December 17 - 23: “All I want for Christmas.”

Christmas wishes are abundant this winter season, whether that means Eli wants the latest toy on the market, or Stiles wants to spend time with his family and pack during the holiday season. Perhaps Derek is spending his time shopping for the perfect present for his mate and pup, or Stiles is trying to create the perfect holiday atmosphere leading up to Christmas. Either way, Stiles and Derek spend the holiday together, sharing winter feelings and love this chilly season.

December 24 - 30: “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays.”

It's Christmas time, whether that's in Beacon Hills, New York, or somewhere else around the globe where Stiles and Derek are celebrating Christmas. Maybe they're at home, sharing their first Christmas as a couple, or it's Eli's first Christmas with the Pack. Either way, the gifts and love they share will warm their hearts this Christmas season.

December 31 - January 6: “Kiss me at midnight.”

The countdown to midnight has begun! Are Derek and Stiles spending their New Year's in New York City watching the ball drop in Times Square? Perhaps they're spending time at home together while they watch the ball drop on TV while their kids sleep in the next room. Or maybe they're meeting for the first time at a New Year's party and kiss at midnight. Of course, they fall in love. Share their New Year's and resolutions with us this winter season! 

@thebigbangblogproject @teenwolffandomevents @sterekevents

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Stiles: *flirtacious* Oh no, I don’t have enough money to pay rent~ Derek: *smirking, flirting back* I’m sure we can come up with some kind of arrangement. Isaac: This is why I hate playing Monopoly with you guys.

[nightingaleofthemoonlight]

Would Anyone Care?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My emotions are high and I have Peter Hale portrayed it 🙂

Peter Hale is a well known handsome narcissistic proud Hale. A definitely beautiful man. It still didn't change when he became an Alpha and got his throat slashed by his nephew. Which by the way hurt. Getting burned the second time was definitely not in his bucket list. He would rather get his throat slash more than being set on fire.

He and his nephew are the last surviving members of the Hale pack. As far as anyone's concern, none of them are interested in continuing that blood line... Yet. Even though they are the last of their family, he knew Derek couldn't care less if Peter disappeared or ended up dead in the woods.

Peter didn't care. He doesn't even care when his nephew created a new Hale pack with deprived self esteemed teenagers. They turned up well all thanks to Stiles and Peter's intervention whenever Derek started to get rough on them. It's mostly Stiles. Derek doesn't appreciate Peter's help even though he was one of those members of the family that trains young wolves.

One night, the Hale pack along with Peter's beta, Scott, came by the loft and bonded with the Hale pack. Peter, as usual, stood on the side watching them from afar. This reminded him of those young children his family had before the fire. They were hyperactive children that needed vigilance since not all of them are wolves. Some of them are human rough housing with other pups.

He loves the children. He loved them because their innocence made him forget how he became the family's Left Hand. The one that does the dirty job. He hated it. He hated it more when Talia insisted that he deserved that title. Deserved? Peter didn't deserve to be called a killer right? He didn't want it. He never did. He remembered how Talia always uses the children to force him to do the family's deeds. He never wanted it.

That was before the fire. Now everything is different. After the fire, the revenge, the killing part of himself no longer holds any guilt. Everything disappeared when his family got burned to death, leaving him barely breathing and his niece and nephew leaving him to recover.

He looked at his nephew finally joining in the rough housing, Peter couldn't help but think if Derek would at least care if he leaves right now. What's he thinking... Of course Derek wouldn't care. But deep inside... Peter wanted him to. Those children cared for him so much that they became Peter's anchor and reason to stay.

Peter didn't even notice the room suddenly didn't have any sound. He could no longer hear the teens clearly. It's like his head is dunked underwater. He couldn't handle it. He rushed through the door and swung it open. It wasn't enough. He needs to get out. He ran as fast as he could through the woods. The midnight air scratching his cheeks didn't deter him. He didn't even notice a body slamming at his back, pinning him on the ground. He couldn't get out. He couldn't breathe.

"Peter!" He heard his nephew. Yeah. That's his nephew. His favorite. He remembered when he first carried Derek in his arms when he was a baby. Damn that eyebrows really did stuck in his nephew till he grew old.

"Uncle... Please... Come back..." His nephew wanted him to return? No one wants him to. He shouldn't even be alive. He should have stayed dead. None of this would've been happening if he stayed dead.

"Uncle... Please... Open your eyes..." Since when did he close them in the first place?

"Listen to my heart Uncle. You're ok. I'm here. I'm not going to leave you." Talia said that before and yet she did. She failed him. She failed Derek. She failed the pack. But Derek isn't Talia. He's ... Well... He's Derek.

Slowly, Peter opened his eyes. He found himself leaning on Derek's chest and his head resting on his shoulder.

"You could let go now nephew."

"I won't. I won't let you go. Not if I can make this right. Laura and I failed you. I... We left you Uncle. We left you to die and I'm sorry... I'm mad for Laura but..."

Peter rested his head on his nephews shoulder, patted his hand.

"I'm sorry for taking her away from you Derek."

"I'm sorry for burning our family."

[writesick-lover]

Merry Christmas, i miss you

Clark Kent x Reader

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So what if I call,

And you pick up the phone

And I use this holiday

To make my way

To your ghost

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a/n: roughly inspired by the song Merry Christmas, i miss you by Alex Crichton. Literally have been listening to these type of songs the whole holiday and also got into Smallville… So why not mix it up together right? :D Plus my obession w Clark Kent aka THE TOM WELLING is growing so you all better stay tuned!!! I planned to post this during the Christmas time but got caught up between baking and watching old movies, oops. Anyways, hope you enjoy!!!

summary: You and Clark have fallen out of touch for a long time, not only because of the distance between you two but also because of your feelings for him you failed to hide so well. Yet, after you’re left alone on the Christmas Eve and reminiscing about the old times, you can’t help but think about calling him. What if he picks up?

⤞ My masterlist ⤝

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

It was the 24th of December, the streets of Metropolis covered with white snow warmed by the yellowish streetlamps and Christmas decoration. The whistle of the cold evening wind has been playing through your closed windows, which despite the isolation, could not contain the ecstatic laughter of the families and friends walking beside the building you lived in.

You could not relate to them, while you were safely covered by your warm blanket, your fingers wraping around the inviting heat of your teacup as you watched your 5th Christmas movie today. You were warm, safe and sound, and yet you felt the worst when it came to the mentioned people on the street. Your lips tightened into a straight line as you glanced at a small Christmas tree you bought already decorated, reminding you only of another tradition you were missing out on. Your gaze slid under the coffee table it was sitting on. No presents.

You barely had the time to pack the things you have bought yourself “for Christmas” and afterall, it was only for you, so why waiting until the Christmas morning? Why not already use them if you need them so much? You do not have presents for anyone else, because there is simply no one to celebrate with. It’s been a year since you left your hometown, your family making plans for Christmas you could hardly follow with your first year on University, away from your friends and loved ones. Your friends.

In college, you did not have many friends. At least you didn’t think so. You have been talking with most of your class, but you barely knew about their families nor crashed at their homes at least once during your highschool years. The feeling was mutual. On the other hand, you have befriended a small group of four kids from the grade below. It happened quite fast. At first you met Lana, your new colleague you were supposed to teach the art of waitering after your first year of working in the small coffee shop that opened in Smallville. Then you noticed a tall guy with bright blue eyes, visiting every single time during Lana’s shift, sitting in the corner and watching her with those piercing eyes behind the rose-colored glasses. He always came unnoticed by her and disappeared just as fast, even you didn’t quite catch him leave most of the time, just collected the payment he left on the table, secretely slipping the tips into Lana’s pocket. Then he started bringing friends as well, feeling more confident around them, so much so he actually spoke with Lana too. You couldn’t help but smile behind the counter as they chattered her shift away, only for you to freeze, the piercing blue gaze catching yours. But you looked away, dismissing the feeling immediately.

“I’m Chloe! I noticed you were friends with Lana and you are always there whenever we visit, doing all of her work while we entrtain her, so sorry about that… I just noticed you actually go to the same school as us! Which grade are you in?” A small hand has stopped you in the middle ofthe full corridor, dragging you away from the bumping bodies and close to a bunch of lockers. You opened your mouth for a second, only to close it in the next, the surprise of the suddent encounter mixing with confusion. You stood there for a short while, processing what this blonde girl just hauled at you but then you cleared your throat, an honest smile plastering on your face. After that, you found yourself next to Lana, chit-chating both of your shifts away by the nearby table, already claimed by the growing gang. And if Lana wasn’t there, you still stood there, talking your heart out for eternity.

You smiled subconciously. You enjoyed those days a lot, but not enough to treasure them as much as you would have right now. And then there was Clark. At first you took him as a friend. That one friend who has an enormous crush on Lana. But it was once that Lana was not at work for a few weeks, that Clark Kent walked into the café as usual, sitting down by the table in the front as he always did and something felt different. You went on about your day, feeling light tingles on your back. And everytime you turned around to find their source, you got stuck in the neverending blue of Clark’s eyes, examining your every move. You felt heat coming to your cheeks as you looked away, a shy smile already playing on your lips, without you actually realizing it. Jeez, what was he onto?

You did not say anything, occassionally meeting his gaze to exchange a small grin even the day after, and the day after that one as well. Even after Chloe and Pete arrived later on some of these days, his eyes stayed trained on you. When it was the whole gang, you actually picked up the courage to stop by. Despite the shivers you got from Clark’s gaze. You hoped he managed to blink at least once in a while.

“Uh-oh. I think you have some angry customers to get to, Y/n. You shouldn’t keep them waiting,” Clark smirked as he sipped on his smoothie. Your eyes focused on him. “Then maybe you shouldn’t keep talking, my, obviously, not so angry customer,” you retorted with a smirk. “And what are they paying you for exactly?” Clark called after you with a laugh as you made your way to other tables, making you turn around and send daggers his way. “Hey! Don’t give me that look!” You saw him put his hands up in defeat before you turned around, focusing on getting back to work. Yet, you couldn’t help the smile creeping on your face despite getting yelled at by the unsatisfied customer in front of you. You noticed that smile stayed on your face until you closed the whole café, Clark long gone with your friends. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around in the dark, a small yelp escaping your lips.

Clark was standing in front of you again, in the middle of the sidewalk, his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he stared you down. “Jeez, Clark, you scared me!” You fussed, only to be cut off by his giggle. “Sorry Y/n, I just went on a walk and realized you were still closing up sooo… Why not give you a company? Besides, it’s really getting dark out here at this hour,” he scratched the back of his neck as he walked in closer, his hand extending towards you. You held your breath in as it neared your arm, only to miss it by an inch and falling on the cold steel of the entrance door. He pulled it towards him, the metal clinging on the quiet street, to make sure it was locked. “Ready?” He smiled at you, small dimples showing on each corner of his mouth, so small you could miss them. Unless you were staring as much as you did in that moment. His eyebrow shoot up in question, making you breathe out a quiet “yeah” before his hand finally moved to yours, taking it and dragging you away from the lonely streets. Your pace slowed down as you strolled away from the town and towards the small houses and farms nearby, his body staying close to yours the whole time, up until he had to leave you at your front porch.

“Y/n” he asked, making you turn away from your front door. You happily walked back to him, feeling his closeness again as you waited for what he had to say. “I-“ he inhaled sharply before cuting himself off. You tilted your head slightly, curious as to why he tensed up all of a sudden. “I- You know I’m just a phonecall away, right?” He said, his gaze getting lost in something behind you. “Of course, I do,” you smiled cheerfully, your smile falling a bit as his worried eyes met yours. You realised he was serious.

“Don’t worry. Look I know there are some weird things going around in this town, but I promise I’ll be careful,” you explained yourself, his eyes still not leaving yours, his pupils almost swallowed by the bright blue around. “And I will call you if anything is wrong. On that I can even pinkie promise,” you stuck out your pinkie, watching as Clark exhaled, his whole body slumping a little as he finally calmed down. He tied his pinkie with yours, squeezing it slightly. “Deal. Pinkie promise,” he smiled, the spark coming back to his eyes.

He walked you home a few nights afterwards. And maybe it was the way you could be so naive sometimes, or just the fact that no one has done that for you like ever, but you started to believe that maybe it didn’t have to be Lana, who he visited the coffeee shop for. But with summer, everything changed. It was a few weeks before your graduation. You started to take more walks around Smallville, the reality of leaving it behind sinking in, as you knew you will be moving for university in Metropolis after the summer break. The sun was slowly setting, casting colorful beams on the houses and shops of the small town. The bright orange reflected from the windows on the empty street, except two people standing in front of the café, their bodies close to each other. You could recognize the tall figure with dark messy black hair anywhere, and the small one with long brushed brown hair too. Lana and Clark were standing in front of the shop, Clark’s arm gently rubbing Lana’s as she laughed, a magic spell creating a smile on Clark’s lips as well. You froze, your heart sinking deeper with every second you stood there, watching them. That was until Clark finally caught your gaze, his eyes widening, but by that time you were on your merry way home, holidng in the tears you wish you didn’t have to deal with in the first place. That was the last time you had a proper interaction with Clark, your last days fading into one as you slowly had to say goodbye to the town you grew up in, along with its folks.

And now you were here, alone on Christmas Eve, wishing you could have your friends nearby, wishing for at least a bit of closeness. Wishing for Clark to show up at your door so you don’t have to be alone in the dark, taking your hand and taking a stroll in the cold weather before he’ll have to leave you by the front door again. It was just a wish, just a small prayer to hear his voice. Because he was just a phonecall away. You paused. You couldn’t possibly call him, not after such a long time. But if there was something going on, you should call, you promised him.

No. No way. He definitely must be busy, especially on Christmas.

But what if? What if you call? And he picks up?

And that was enough for you to grab your phone, searching for his number, dialing it faster than you could realize what you were actually doing. Only when the loud beep ringed through the room, you realized you were calling him and he might not pick up. And what’s worse, he actually might pick up.

“Hello?”

His voice came out of the speaker, clear as ever, just as you remembered it in your memories. “Clark?” You asked, face-palming yourself afterwards. “Yeah, Y/n, what’s up?” He asked, confusion painting his voice. You stayed quiet. You brain got clouded by so many questions, so many things you had to say but didn’t know how. “Y/n? Are you there?” He spoke again, taking you back to reality. “Of course, yes, I am here,” you spoke fast, only to fall silent again. But this time you took your thoughts one at a time. “How are you Clark?” A sigh came from the other line, making your heart ache. “I’m okay, how about yourself?”

“I-I guess I am okay,” you answered, but your lie could be smelled from miles away. “Is that the reason you called me? ‘Cause you guess you were okay? Or you just wanted to know that I am fine?” He retorted with a snort, his usual sassy comments showing up, just like during your old times. “No, I mean yes, I wanted to know how you were doing after…” you shifted on the couch, trying to find the right words. “After such a long time,” you sighed, recieving the same sigh from the other line too. “Y/n, I don’t-“

“But the reason I called,” you cut Clark off, not ready to hear what he had to say. At least not yet. “Is that I guess not everything is okay. And… You said you’re just a phonecall away,”

There was the quiet on Clark’s part, but if it was still the Clark you knew, you also knew it was because of his bright smile. “That’s true. So? How can I be of service?” You chuckled. “I suppose I am alone and could use some company. It’s quite lonely here in Metropolis, but you must think I’m crazy,” a smile did not leave your face as you began to talk, a sudden warmth taking over your whole body. “You’re in Metropolis?” Clark seemed genuinelly surprised, although where else would you be? “Weren’t you supposed to come to Smallville for the holidays?” He asked and now you were the puzzled one. “Hold on. You’re not in Smallville?” You asked back, earning a sigh from Clark. “Nope, I’m in Metropolis, at the centre, where the big bright Christmas tree blinds innocent passers-by, how about you?”

“I’m home, alone, staring at the pathetic copy of what’s supposed to be a Christmas tree, knowing Santa won’t like it at all,”

“Well, there are already presents under this one. Maybe I will leave you some,”

“You better. I’ll be there in 10,” you exclaimed, already rummaging through your clothes.

“Okay, okay,” his laugh rang between the four walls like a melody.

“Clark?” You managed to catch him before he hung up.

“Yeah?”

“I missed you,” you smiled, knowing he smiled too. And in just a few minutes, you will be able to see that smile for real again.

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