Sprained - Clark K.
Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!Reader Word Count: 306 Warnings/tags: fluff, doting!clark Summary: When you suddenly trip, your lovely boyfriend Clark Kent is there to nurse you back to health. a/n: I’ve never written an X reader before, and this is kinda like the first fic ive ever posted, so I’m really nervous. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!
“Shit!” you say after you take a particularly nasty tumble to the ground. You look around your apartment, trying to find something to lift you up, but the only thing in front of you was your two thousand dollar tv, which you were definitely not risking. You feel the needles of pain shoot up your leg, rendering you unable to stand up.
Suddenly, as fast as you fell, your boyfriend Clark came to your rescue. Sweet, gentle, handsome Clark, always there for you when you need him. “Are you alright, my love?” he asks, wrapping his arms under yours and swiftly lifting you up.
“Yeah, thanks for helping. I think I twisted my ankle though.” Clark’s face immediately changes from worried to panicked, kneeling on the floor and inspecting your now swollen ankle. “Come on, let me carry you to your car, I'll drive you to the hospital,” he says as your eyes widen. “Nope nope nope. No. I'm not going to the hospital babe, I just need to ice it and not put any weight on it. If we go to the hospital, I'll waste my entire day waiting in the shitty ER and have a ton of medical bills just for the doctors to tell me what I already know.” Your boyfriend is not impressed, trying to convince you the doctors know best, and that maybe ice alone won't suffice, but you shut down all of his attempts with a well timed glare.
After a couple minutes of debating back and forth between you too, Clark eventually lays you down gently on the sofa, using his superspeed to run to the freezer and grab an ice pack and crouch down next to you, placing the pack on your ankle as gently as he could. But not before softly kissing your swollen ankle, of course.