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[berrygloomz]

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i’m a sagittarius, 5’7 or 170cm, black, swiss and use she/her pronouns. i also love music and i’m a big frank ocean fan. i love the marvel and dc universe and i get easily obsessed with things.

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[berrygloomz]

MASTERLIST

clark kent

𖦹 talon dance

[berrygloomz]

TALON DANCE

۶ৎ pairing : clark x reader

۶ৎ summary : you’re left alone with clark after the fundraiser

۶ৎ warnings : idk just fluff

۶ৎ author’s note : this is my first time writing like ever so I’m kinda nervous about this but enjoy!

Martha Kent was holding one of her annual fundraiser at the talon. the last notes of the country song fading as the chatter and laughter of the fundraiser died down. outside, cars pulled away down the road, headlight cutting through the Kansas dark. inside, strings of warm yellow bulbs hung all around, swaying gently with the breeze that slipped through the slightly open doors.

You stood by one of the tables, stacking paper plates and half empty cups left around. you sighed thinking of all the chores left for you to do alone, most of the decorations had already been taken down and-

“Need a hand?”

you turned around at the familiar voice. Clark was leaning against the entrance doorframe, the top buttons of his shirt undone and the sleeved rolled up. the faint yellow light catching his brown messy curls on his forehead.

“I think I’ve got it”, you said, smiling. “Unless your offer includes taking all this trash out” you point to the 3 full black trash bags in the corner of the room.

He grinned, that cute shy, farm-boy grin you knew so well, and he stepped inside. “I can do that no problem” he stepped closer, his eyes darting towards the old radio, still faintly playing random radio hits near the empty cups stacked on the counter. “Or we could do something else first.”

You raised a brow at the sudden offer. “Oh? Like what?”

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly coming back to his awkward self. “Well everyone’s gone now, and there’s still music. I was wondering if maybe, you’ll like one last dance?”

You almost laughed, not because it was funny, but because you could almost feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. “Clark Kent asking me to dance? What’s the occasion?”

He shrugged, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart skip a beat. “I don’t want the night to end just yet.”

Now it was your turn to get flustered, you let out a small breath and stepped away from the tables you were just cleaning. “Alright, one dance”

He slowly crossed the floor toward you, his boots clicking slightly against the hardwood floor. when he finally reached you, his hands hesitated for a second, before finally settling on your waist. holding you carefully, like you were fragile and could slip away at any moment. You rest your hands on his shoulders, your head resting on his chest, suddenly realizing how close together you were.

The radio hummed a slow tune, the kind that made the world feel smaller and softer. Clark guided you by the hip in a slow circle, his touch gentle but certain. The low glow of the light hanging above you, gave his face a golden warmth.

“You clean up well.”, you teased, glancing at his slightly undone shirt.

He smiled, his cute, vampire like, fangs slightly peeking out. “Well you look amazing tonight, I should’ve said that earlier.”

Your heart skips again, tilting your head slightly. “Why didn’t you.”

“I didn’t want it to sound like I was saying it just because everyone else was” his voice was quiet now, almost enough to be drowned by the music. “I wanted you to know I really meant it”

The air around seemed to shift, your bodies moving in perfect sync. the sound of the boots brushing the floor and the music, blurring in the background.

You were smiling, not because of the dance or the music, but because of him. after a while you broke the silence. “Clark?” You asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you asked me to dance.”

His smile widened, almost enough to show the small dimples you pretended not to love. “Me too.”

For a moment you just stood there, enjoying each other’s warmth under the glow of the lights. his hand had shifted to the small of your back. the song ended, but neither of you moved or let go.

the radio clicked and switched to another track, he laughed quietly. “Guess that’s two dances now.”

You tilted your head and giggled. “I guess I can make an exception.. as long as you still take the trash out”

He chuckled, and his gaze softened. “I promise.”

And as you continued swaying, you had the feeling that as mysterious ans secretive Clark Kent was, he would always try his best, with you, with everything.

The night stretched longer and neither of you were in a hurry to end it.

[berrygloomz]

i really want to start posting some clark fics but i need requests and ideas HELPP