Description: You’re a law student, stressing over your exams and Clark decides to help you <3
Word Count: 1.4K
The room was dimly lit through the light coming in from the curtains and the small yellow side lamp lit up at the corner of the room. You sat at the little table you had dragged into both of your and Clark’s room last month, a few thick textbooks spread open, scribbling notes on your notebook.
Your face was almost shoved into the notebook, wrist straining from holding the pen for what felt like hours. Even your neck was straining from bending down for so long but you didn’t seem to care.
You knew being in law school was hard- OFCOURSE IT WAS- but you still hadn’t expected it to be this stressful and tiring. College years were easy where you had time to go out, hang out with friends, stay up late and even date your sweet boyfriend. Now, it all seemed very different.
Your hair was wrapped in a lousy bun which was drooping to one side because you’d been studying since 2am even though Clark had pulled you to sleep at 9pm. Once Clark had fallen asleep, you’d pushed off his giant & heavy arm off your body to sneakily get out to study.
He kept saying you’d ace the exams because you were a smart person who was intelligent enough to get into law school but anyone could get into law school. The important part was STAYING in law school and not dropping out or worse killing yourself.
With a sigh, the pen dropped from your hand and you pushed yourself out of the chair. The clock on the wall read 6:29am indicating the sun had risen, the day had started and also it was time to eat because your stomach growled like a Wild bear.
You groaned and rubbed a palm over your belly, eyeing Clark’s sleeping form before stepping out of the room. With the kitchen light turned on, you opened the freezer and grabbed a tub of half eaten vanilla ice cream, taking it to the couch to sit.
The view out the window was a nice break from the books, the light blue sky, birds flying, the sun rising higher and of course the buildings, people and cars you could see from the 18th floor of your building. This was one of your favourite things about moving into Clark’s apartment. The beautiful view, something totally different than what you saw from your university dorm. And the fact that you didn’t have to pay like you did for the dorm. Clark had a very provider mindset, clearly the result of his parent’s upbringing.
Right then, the bedroom door slightly creaked and Clark walked out in all his 6 foot 5 inch glory, sleepy eyes almost shutting as he walked over to you, tousled dark hair, face free from those glasses and we cannot forget the bare chest.
“Morning Gorgeous.” He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss your head and then your lips. You almost moaned into his mouth, feeling the warmth radiate off his half naked body.
“Hi.” A big yawn escaped your mouth.
Clark laughed. “When did you get out of bed?” He walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs and bread. This was your daily routine where Clark would wake up early, make breakfast for the two of you before leaving for work.
At his question you hesitated a little, twirling a strand of hair between two fingers. “Ummm ... .well….I left the room ten minutes ago but……the bed, I left at 2am.” Biting your lip, you stared at Clark’s bare back, every muscle moving as he worked around the kitchen.
His hands paused at your words and he turned around to raise an unimpressed brow at you. “You should’ve slept, honey. You can’t study with a sleepy brain.”
“I know! I know! But I was stressed ... .couldn’t sleep until I knew I’d done some work.” At your defence he nodded in understanding. If you could expect one thing from Clark it would be understanding even if he didn’t agree with it. He always knew what you meant and how you felt.
The apartment was quiet for the next few moments, a perfect calm morning with the eggs sizzling in the pan, the toaster making a clinking sound when the bread was done. It was nice. Peaceful. Clark turned around, two plates in his hand as he walked over to the couch and handed you a plate.
“You need energy to process what you’re studying, otherwise it would all go over your head. We don’t want that now do we?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek before nudging your arm to start eating.
“I know.”
The small neighbourhood café was a nice change of scenery from the four plain white walls of your bedroom. Despite your million protests, Clark had insisted you pack your study material and go out with him and though your tiny grumpy ego won’t let you say it, it was a good idea. Clark knew it too but he stayed quiet.
Now the two of you were sitting inside the cosy café with floral decor, 2 cups of coffee in front of you and a big half eaten chocolate filled croissant on your side.
In Clark’s hands were the hundreds of flashcards you had made for this semester alone and he went through each one with you. His help had relaxed you which showed in your shoulders being loose, back not hunched anymore, and the dull ache from your chest was gone too. The scene out the window was refreshing too, people walking, plants and trees all green and bright, kids running around, sun hitting your skins.
It was nice to be able to have somebody helping you out and being able to lean on them. For every question you’d get right, Clark would praise you and for each question you got wrong. He’d put it aside for review.
“Can’t have my girlfriend stressing her pretty self out over some exams.”
You snorted. “SOME exams? Clark this is law school. I had to study months just to pass the LSAT. THIS is literally the final exam for the second year.” Clark's words baffled you though you knew he said it playfully.
“So?? You are the most gorgeous, talented and intelligent woman I’ve ever met. You’re persistent and never give up and I’ve seen it first hand. No exam can beat you, baby.” A light pink shade started to color your cheeks under his appreciative gaze. You looked up to see him smiling at you, a dimple on each cheek.
His words had made you immediately feel better because he was right. You could do this. You’d made it this far and you’d finish this too. “You’re a smooth talker, Kent.”
“Just for you.”
With another big bite of your croissant, the two of you got back to the flashcards, now moved onto the ones placed down for review. This time you were faster and more accurate with your answers and felt more confident. You took a few notes as well this time, for the topics you were going to revise next and even came up with a little schedule. “I’ll help you revise some content every day after work, but you have to promise to take breaks and eat proper food while I’m gone.” He raised a finger in the air as if dictating an army, expression serious as he looked at you for confirmation.
Your head moved up and down in a nod, feeling much better about yourself and your revision than you were a few hours ago. “I promise.” Another yawn left your mouth.
The side of his lips lifted in a tiny smile. “Good.” With a quick chug he finished the rest of his coffee, placing the red mug back on the table and using his hand to wipe his mouth. “Now, let’s go before you fall asleep here and I have to carry you and your heavy books.”
“As if that would be hard for you.”
“It’s not.”
“It shouldn’t be.” Placing the books and the other study material into your bag, you shoved it into Clark’s waiting arms. “You’re literally Superman….” You whisper-yelled, widening your eyes dramatically with a cheeky smile on your face, “-You lift buildings for fun. Lifting your girlfriend shouldn’t be heavy for you.”
“It’s not. Infact I love lifting you. I love holding you..I just love you.”
Your heart nearly melted out of your body and onto the pavement because Clark Kent was a sweet talker, whether it be for every day tasks or sex, his sweet words and charm would always make you soften.
A/N:
I wrote this cuz I was studying for something and thought this would be a cute idea:)
Description: You and Clark have been friends for years but you don’t know why everyone thinks you’re together
Word Count: 1.2k (just a cutesy short one)
The daily planet was bustling with activity, busy noises of people talking, keyboard typing and calls buzzing in the atmosphere. Sunlight beamed in through the large windows of the office as the sun rose higher and higher into the bright blue skies.
You stood at the little kitchenette marble counter where the coffee maker was placed, adding whipped topping in your customized unicorn coffee mug, blissfully humming under your breath. Lois stood next to you, clad in her usual black pants and a blazer, adding 5 tablespoons of sugar to her own daily planet cup but paused when Clark walked over.
His hand moved to your waist, palm softly gripping there to move you aside so he could grab a spoon for himself. His hand stayed on your waist for a few moments before he removed it to stand next to you. “Morning.” He smiled at you, bright blue eyes crinkling at the sides behind those big frames, tall figure clad in a dark blue suit today.
You smiled back, staring up at his tall frame. “Morning, Clark. How was your weekend?” Leaning your back into the marble counter, you sipped from the mug watching Clark mix his own coffee.
“The weekend was great, actually. My parents came over to visit- still here. Ma’s planning on buying me a small dining table and chairs and a few more things which she thinks I desperately need.” He laughed but there was a hint of affection in his tone.
You widened your eyes, slightly dramatic. “All the way from Kansas?? Just to buy you furniture too?” You were in awe of the love his parents would shower him with.
“Yea! I showed her a picture of the apartment and she said ‘it’s too empty and dull’ and they flew out to make my place more like ‘home’.” He trailed off with the details, long fingers lifting to brush some strands from your face, tucking them behind your ear. You two laughed and chatted before work started.
He asked about your weekend and you relayed everything that had happened in the two days. Your hand moved to his chest to straighten his tie before it lifted higher to fix his crooked glasses.
Meanwhile Jimmy, Lois and Cat just stared at the two of you with different reactions each, at both of your casualness….? Jimmy stared with his eyes blown wide, news photographs forgotten on the table. “What- why- how are they so casual about this??”
Lois’ perfectly shaped brow raised, lips twisting in annoyance. “They are both idiots. That’s what this is….neither of them can see it.” She scoffs, shaking her head at both of y’all’s obvious and oblivious stupidity. “They’re both blind.”
“Blind in love!” Cat whisper-yelled, clapping her hands together with a wide grin on her face. “It’s a process, Lois….the process of falling in love…the moments…the realization. Oh cute!” She wiggled her manicured fingers in your direction.
It was a housewarming party at Jimmy’s new apartment, a pot luck everyone had decided to celebrate this new accomplishment. It was his very own place, no roommates, no family, just him all alone being an independent person.
As amazing as the gathering was with close friends from work, unfortunately with there being only one couch and 3 chairs, there wasn’t enough space to sit for you. “Hey, no. Sit there I’ll stand…..or sit on the table.” Jimmy laughed and called you over to take his seat but you waved him off. “It’s fine, Jimmy….I’ll just sit here..” With a smile you walked over to the couch where Clark, Perry and Cat were and sat on the arm rest on Clark’s side.
The arm rest was wider with a soft velvety material, making it easier for you to sit there with some ease at-least. Clark’s arm moved behind you and he wrapped it around your waist, resting a large palm on the side of your thigh. You two shared an easy going conversation, taking bites of your food between sentences, however the rest of the party had frozen in our spot at the sight of you two cozying up together.
While the others were a little used to this being your daily routine, Perry however stared like everyone had grown two heads. He stared at the two of you until you two felt his stare on your skins like a burn, and paused your conversation. “What happened?” Clark asked.
Perry’s gaze flitted between the two of you, lips lifting in a confused frown. “Are you two-“ he points between them with a finger, “- dating or something?”
Everyone in the room held their breaths but you two just stared at him for a good minute before bursting out laughing. “What?!” You snorted. “Perry? What- no! Hah! No….why would you say that?” Clark shook his head with a smile, a big laugh waiting to spill.
“Perry, where did that even come from?” The usually awkward and shy guy now looking like his face is gonna fall off from laughter.
They all just stared at you two, the question ‘why would you think that’ sounding ironic considering the position you two were sitting in. Clark’s arm around your waist, hand rubbing your thigh, your bodies leaning close into each other’s warmth, your head almost on his chest and your hair almost in his face.
“Right…..” Lois muttered. “Yeah no idea why anyone would think that.” Her eyes rolled back. Cat only snickered.
It was an autumn evening, all greenery replaced by browns, oranges & red shades and the trees shedding leaves on the sidewalk which the two of you walked on.
Clark’s one hand was shoved in the pocket of his brown jacket, and one held your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin. It was just a friendly stroll which you two would often go out for on the weekend evenings.
The two of you had grabbed coffee from a nearby cafe which was probably more expensive than it should’ve been. “I can’t believe Perry thought we were dating.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“I know right?! I wanna know what went through his head.” A snort left your mouth. “That’s so weird honestly.”
“It kind of is, yeah but Perry is- I mean he’s aging…..”
“He’s old now.” You finish his sentence and he nods.
“Even Lois asked why he’d say that.” Clark added as the two of you reached a bench nearby and sat together. His arm rested on the back of the bench, behind you and wrapped around your shoulder.
“Who knows what goes through old Perry’s head.”
Clark and You were clearly very oblivious to the chemistry and tension between the two of you- or maybe you knew and were playing pretend. Whatever it was, everyone around you shipped it but were also sick of you two being ‘just friends’ because clearly you weren’t just that.
Maybe one day Cat would straight up tell you two to date each other, or Lois would slap the back of both your heads and tell you two to act right, or maybe Jimmy would somehow slip up and you’d both end up shocked but for today….you two were going to enjoy your coffee as just two friends who were very very touchy.
A/N:
Friends to lovers is actually so cute! I love it….the close proximity and everyone seeing it but them.
Maybe I’ll write one with Clark x reader friends to lover confession??
Description: You get red nails and Clark is obsessed
Word Count: 929 (very least but cute)
The same way you were obsessed with Clark’s huge veiny hands, he was obsessed with yours too but his obsession was worse. He’d stare at your fingers all day, kiss your wrist and palms every passing second. To be fair he was obsessed with every limb of yours, your hands, feet, legs arms, waist or whatever the hell it was, Clark would love on it.
Today you had been extra lucky because you had gotten your nails done, a fresh set of red square nails. Or rather Clark was the lucky one because he couldn’t stop touching your hands, rubbing his thumb over your fingers or just pulling your hand close to his face to stare at them.
You were sitting on the couch typing an article on your laptop for work with only one hand because Clark’s hand was intertwined with your other hand. He had his head on the back of the couch, lips leaving small kisses on your skin over and over. You felt a string of warmth rush down your spine everytime he would kiss your hand.
“I love red on you. You should do it more often.” He mumbled, gazing up at your face as you worked.
“I always have em done you know?”
“Not red though. You should always have them done red.” He suggests with a goofy smile, glasses crooked on his nose. “I like it like this.” He sounded like he was in bliss.
You laughed at his drunken tone. “It’s just nails Clark. You’re being weird.” You eyed him through your periphery, your own lips lifting in a smile too.
He shook his head. “No no no. It’s not JUST nails. It’s RED nails, baby. I love them on you because it looks really good.”
“You like seeing my red nails wrapped around your pretty cock?” The grin that followed was purely menacing. Your hand squeezed his bigger one softly and you leaned down to kiss his soft lips. You knew exactly what effect these words had on Clark because every single time Clark’s face would turn into a big bright tomato. No matter how many times you two have had sex, Clark would blush like a school boy.
The same happened this time because Clark’s small smile disappeared and a bright red shade spread over his gorgeous features and down his neck too. Even his ears started to turn a pinkish shade. “I- I- uhh- what? Wh- no…baby. I just- I like your nails…that’s- that’s it. I don’t-“ he stammered eliciting a loud laugh from you. His head dropped lower, eyes not meeting yours though his both hands held yours like a vice.
“How are you still this shy over sex talk, Clark?? We have sex literally every night!” Your laugh bloomed through the apartment and Clark’s face lowered further in embarrassment or maybe shyness or both?
He was a cutie. This 6 feet 5 inch giant, built like a God, literally Superman was blushing because his girlfriend of two years talked about her hands around his dick. The same one he’d had inside of her a million times.
Clark grumbled under his breath, pushing aside the glasses to rub his eyes. You smiled and leaned down with both palms cupping his warm cheeks and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. Your hair fell over your shoulder to the front, hitting Clark’s arm and he sighed softly staring up at the sight of you being you- which was beautiful.
“Mean.”
“Me?” You laughed.
“Yea….you’re mean to me….you know I can- I get all- weird and this way. I- I don’t….shut up.” He frowned but he wasn’t upset, not at all. He could never be upset at you, not even when you cat Lola ‘accidentally’ pooped on his Superman suit which you had pulled out to put on for fun and then forgot on the couch.
“I love teasing you.”
“I love YOU.”
“I love you too, pretty.”
A wide smile formed on his lips. “You’re more pretty. The prettiest girl ever. You’re gorgeous and so are your hands.” He grabbed both of your hands this time and kissed your palms and wrists and then turned them to kiss the fingers.
Your insides felt like they were melting into a puddle, your body snuggled into his bigger and warmer one like a perfect mold. His kisses moved from your hands to your soft cheeks, then your forehead and then back down to your lips.
The kiss was slow and calm like you both had all the time in the world to fuse into each other. Neither of you rushed into it, taking your sweet time to feel each other’s skins with your palms, to taste each other’s lips like nothing else mattered in this world. He smiled into the kiss and your stomach did a somersault, twisting with anticipation. “I love you gorgeous.”
You opened your mouth to reply but what came out instead was a loud yelp because he had hoisted you over his shoulder with such ease, as if you were just a feather and yet he handled you with such care, as if a fragile glass doll. Warmth bloomed inside your chest at the realization that this was the same a man who had held up buildings and who was now being so careful with you.
You smiled at the thought because this was also the same man who had super strength and would fuck you for 5 hours straight and won’t fuck you until he’s given you at-least 5 orgasms.
A/N:
Wrote this at work cuz the doc is on vacay and im free? And I was sitting free and wrote this on a whim. I love red nails btw ♥️
Description: Clark hasn’t responded to you in 24 hours and you’re clearly very upset…..not knowing theres a big secret he hasn’t told you yet.
Word Count: 3.7k (I was in a flow state)
It had been 24 hours since you had texted Clark and he had left you on ‘read’. 24 hours since you patiently (not really) waited for him to text you back, or even call back. You had even killed your ego and called him too.
Not once.
Not twice.
Not thrice.
36 times. You called Clark Kent 36 times in the last 24 hours and you hadn’t gotten a reply. You told him about your promotion at work the day it happened which was yesterday and he had called you back immediately, congratulating and praising you for being amazing and deserving of the new title.
He was going to come over to see you too in 30 minutes as he had said. He wanted to take you out for dinner, have good food and maybe watch a movie and some congratulatory cuddles at night but none of that happened.
You got none of that. Not even a single message which wasn’t new for Clark because since you two started dating 3 months ago, there were many missed dates or late show ups but he always made up and even had an explanation for it. However this time……he just didn’t show up- or text- or call……and it had been 24 whole hours.
A day
A WHOLE DAY!
What was more important than his girlfriend? A soft sad sigh left your mouth as you buried yourself into your bed, the same bed that smelt like Clark’s citrusy cologne and something that was entirely him. Maybe it was Work, you thought but No…because he would tell you. His parents? Maybe a family emergency- but he would’ve let you know. Right?
Or maybe not? There was a hint of doubt in your mind. Maybe you didn’t know him well enough yet- maybe he didn’t consider you important enough to tell you everything about him.
You grabbed a pillow, hugging it tighter to your chest, looking at the small picture frame on your side shelf which contained your and Clark’s picture from a festival- you kissing his cheek and him laughing blissfully. You felt a pang in your chest, a little annoyed and a little bit of worry. It wasn’t unusual for Clark to text back late but he always replied in a few hours maximum. Today had been way too long.
You would always question him about it too, but his soft face and me little tone and obviously the flowers would melt you.
A thought occurred to you, a worrisome thought that had a shiver run down your spine. Maybe he was hurt? Maybe- maybe he got into an accident and no one knew because many people didn’t know about you two dating…and they didn’t know they had to tell you….and what if something horrible happened and he can’t reply because he’s really hurt and can’t reply and OH MY GOD!
You sat up in bed abruptly, now officially panicking at the thought of your boyfriend being hurt. Grabbing your phone, you frantically searched for someone to contact. Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you tried to think of who you could contact- work? It’s way too early- no one would be there.
You groaned, rubbing your eyes with your palms but then stopped. Lois. You’d met her a few times and she was a workaholic. Clark had mentioned how she always stayed late and came early to work. She was a prize winning, brilliant journalist of course.
After a few contemplating breaths you dialed the office number, not expecting anyone to pick to up but hoping nonetheless. After 5 rings, someone picked up.
“Daily Planet- Lois Lane speaking.”
Clark’s eyes opened with a groan, extremely bright light from the sun hitting directly into his eyes. His hand lifted immediately to cover his face as he sat up, feeling better than he was when he passed out at the enterance of the Fortress of solitude a while ago.
How long ago was that? A few minutes? Hours? Maybe days?
It took Clark a second to remember where he was and what had led to him even being here. Flying. He remembered flying to the Arctic with his bruised body, too bruised to heal on his own in Metropolis especially in winter with no sun.
He had a pretty great idea on who had attacked him because not everybody would’ve somehow had access to kryptonite. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head, still clad in the dirtied and slightly ripped blue & red suit.
The robot named Five greeted him in that monotone robotic tone of his. “Welcome back Superman.” Clark sighed and nodded a thanks at him as he got off the recliner, feet hitting the icy floor.
How Luthor got his hands on Kryptonite was a story for another day because for now he had probably shoo-ed away whatever the metahuman creature thing had attacked him. It definitely wasn’t human but it wasn’t alien either.
“How long was I out for?” Clark turned around to ask five- the robot.
“18hours.” He replied calmly yet Clark was anything but calm. His brows shot up, eyes blown wide.
“I was on the recliner for 18 whole hours?? Are you sure??” He couldn’t believe it because there was no way he was passed out and healing for that long. In his entire life, he had never been hurt enough to pass out for almost a day, which made this even more concerning. Clearly, the kryptonite had weakened him way more than he had expected. Surely the fight didn’t hurt him that bad, he didn’t remember it being that bad….right?
The big human-like creature with green glowing tentacles coming out of it slammed Clark’s body into the concrete ground and Clark could feel his head spinning as the ground blew into rubble and he went down the ground quite a few feet. “Ugh.” Clark rubbed his forehead. The creature- it made him weaker- like he couldn’t move or breathe.
Clark sighed in quiet frustration at the flashback. The fight had been bad. The creature somehow had kryptonite in it or on it or- who knows.
He couldn’t think clearly. Clearly.
“Five- what day is it?”
“June 3rd.”
“June 3- oh God. Oh my god….CRAP!” He gasped when he remembered you, your promotion, the phone call, him being elated for you, his promise to come see you in 30 minutes, and then of course the attack.
He would deal with Lex, and his stupid metahuman half octopus filled with krypton later because right now he had an angry girlfriend to take care of and he had to come up with an explanation and an apology. And flowers? And gifts? And- oh god.
How mad would you be? He scratched his scalp, rubbing his eyes next before immediately flying out of there. In a few seconds Clark reached his apartment, landing on the balcony.
The glass door slid open and he entered inside, gaze flitting down to the jeans and plaid shirt he was going to wear to your place, laying on the couch, perfectly ironed and waiting to be worn.
The apartment was as he left, quiet and clean, a mug on the table, some papers on the couch and the laptop open but with a black screen. He winced as he opened his phone to find a gazillion messages from you- leading from confused to annoyed to angry to worried. Then the 30 plus missed calls. This was bad.
Really really really bad.
GOD he was such an idiot. He had pissed off the ONE girl who cared about him and he knew he’d done this many times before. There were many ditched dates because he got busy saving the world or showing up late to dates because he was busy saving someone or everyone. Again. As amazing as being Superman was, it was also difficult.
His plan was to change as fast as he could- which was really fast- and then run to you to apologize and make up an excuse on his way.
What would he even say that would make sense?
Before he could think further, his phone rang again.
Lois🐝 Calling
The time on the clock showed 6:47am which meant he had to be at work in an hour. He was going to call a day off today because his girlfriend was more important.
With a swipe, the call was picked. “Lo-“
“She doesn’t fucking know?” She almost screamed at him through the phone and he couldn’t see her face but knew the look she had on.
“W-what? Who- what?” Clark’s breath hitched.
“Your girlfriend! She doesn’t know you’re superman?! What is wrong with you?” She continued.
Clark’s breath staggered, chest tightened at her words. “I- what? She- no. Did- did you tell her? Lois!?” He was worried because he didn’t want you to know- not like this.
“No you stupid…but she called me worried and panicking asking for you. She said you haven’t called her back in 24 hours and ditched your plans?” Her questioning made him freeze in the living room, fingers scratching the back of his neck and he sighed.
“I know. I’ll tell her. I- I was at the fortress after yesterday’s whole thing.” Clark explained to Lois.
Lois sighed over the phone, muttering something under her breath before speaking up again. “Okay well I gave her some lame excuse- I mean I tried my best but what could I have even said. Anyway, you need to go. Now. And tell her.”
Clark nodded.
You were sitting on the couch having taken the day off work, mind too occupied by Clark’s sudden disappearance and Lois’ explanation which was mediocre at best. She could be a convincing liar but she wasn’t today.
She had told you that Clark had found a story and being an investigative journalist he had to run and do a check real quick on a suspect to a story he was covering and it was a last minute thing and he HAD TO go and forgot to text.
Nope. Not convinced.
You nodded at her justification, accepting her answer for now. The TV played in the background, an old show with two hundred and something episodes but you weren’t focussing.
That’s when the door knocked, loudly and you immediately knew who it was. No one would come to your door at 7am except for one person. This was practically a routine at this point- he would miss the dates and show up with flowers and gifts apologizing and it wasn’t much different this time when you finally opened the door.
Clark stood there like a scolded child, face dropped down, looking as upset as you felt with a small bouquet of white Lilies and a takeout bag in his hand. No gifts, no huge flower bouquet like before. You looked at him from head to toe, assessing closely for any bruises or wounds- maybe an explanation- maybe he was hurt. He wasn’t.
He looked as perfect as always, not a single scratch on his perfect soft skin. His silence and simple flower bouquet felt quieter like the calm before a storm, and you didn’t like it one bit. There was a weird turning in your chest, your heart felt like it was clawing up your ribcage. With a palm pressed to your chest, you stared at him for a good minute, waiting for him to speak.
“Baby, I’m-“ You slammed the door in his face, his voice muffled outside. “I’m sorry, baby. I really am. I know you’re my, my angel but I’m gonna explain, I promise.” He kept begging you to open the door, his voice muffled and he’d knock again every few seconds but you ignored his words.
It physically pained you to not open the door and run into his arms but you held yourself back with much restraint. Fifteen minutes went by painfully slow, the banging realization in the back of your head, knowing you should let him in but you’re too angry at him. A few more minutes later you checked the door again and Clark was still there but this time sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. This time you let him in because your heart couldn't take it anymore and you needed an explanation.
This couldn’t go on forever, him ditching you for some lame and random excuses which never fully made sense. You couldn’t let him do this for the rest of your life. He would either have to give you a mind blowing explanation or this ended today.
Clark sat on your velvet couch, the one he’d been on multiple times before, the same soft couch you both had watched movies on, cuddled and fell asleep on and even had some nice sex on.
His spine was straight as rod (or rather steel), the lilies and takeout forgotten on the table as he watched you from behind his glasses. You sat at an arms length from him, staring at the red cape he had handed you. Your fingers assessed the red long stretchy cape in your lap, a brow raised. “What the hell is this Clark? You get me some red stretchy material and just expect me to figure the rest out?” You stared dumbfounded, stretching the cape with a weird expression. “What material even is this? Is it jersey…? It doesn’t look like jersey… start explaining Kent!” At your glare, he stuttered a little before clearing his throat.
“I- um… it’s Superman’s cape…. You recognize it right…? you’ve seen Superman on TV….” His voice sounded hesitant, and he looked strained- brows pinched together and a frown on his lips.
“You hand me a Superman cosplay cape and expect me to play a guessing game??” You snapped at him, having had enough of whatever the hell he was doing. “Start making sense. Now!” With a glare, you chucked the cape at him.
Clark’s breath stuttered, pupils wide and his chest heaved at what he was about to say. He sat up straighter, pouty lips, worry swirling in his mind over not knowing how you might react. Only a handful of people knew about it- only 3. Ma, Pa, Lois….and Krypto I guess?
He sucked in a sharp breath and blurted it out before he could overthink further. “I’m Superman!” His eyes squeezed shut the moment he said it, shoulders rigid and lifted. He waited for a reply but when silence followed, one bright blue eye popped open.
You sat there, hunched over with your shoulders shaking in quiet laughter. A second later you burst out laughing loudly. His face dropped, staring at you unbelievably. This- he had not expected this. You had never laughed this hard in the 3 months that you dated. He had seen you laugh multiple times over many things and even made you laugh. In fact, he made you laugh all the time but this- this just felt like a humiliation ritual.
Clark stayed quiet just watching you come back from your laughter, hands in his lap as his fingers fidgeted with the cuff buttons of his shirt. He looked down like an embarrassed kid. “Clark, honey. You- oh my god- stop…” You howled again, a cough leaving your throat, and even your eyes teared up a little. He couldn’t believe it. “Are you OK? Did you hit your head?” You stared at him expectantly, but he just looked down, still fidgeting, still hunched over like he was embarrassed to look at you.
His heart was beating faster than it ever had in any fight or attack. He hadn’t felt this way when Lois found out Because this was totally different. This was him telling his biggest secret to the woman he loves- the first woman he has ever loved and wants to be with for the rest of his life.
You sighed at his silence, noting his hesitant expression. “Look if you don’t wanna be with me just say it, okay?” You sat back into the cushions, realizing maybe this was the end of a relationship you thought would last. You had really wanted it to last but no normal person would do what Clark does, especially not claimed to be Superman out of all people. HA. “I understand if-” your words are cut off immediately when Clark takes off his glasses.
The moment the glasses come off, your body freezes because the man in front of you is not Clark, but it’s Clark, but it’s also- “HOLY SHIT-“ you gasp. You just stared at him with your eyes and mind blown wide, frozen like a statue on the spot. “You’re- you- what- I- Clark? Oh my god-“ You couldn’t breathe for a good minute- or maybe more minutes. That’s Superman's face but it’s Clark- what….
Clark just sat there with his glasses in his lap, staring at you expectantly. “I’m Superman. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I just- it’s not something I go around telling people.”
“Holy shit-“
“That’s why I’ve disappeared on so many dates because I was kind of busy you know….” He trailed off, explaining.
“Holy shit.”
“I never meant to disappear for such a long time, but there was a fight yesterday and and I needed to heal and I totally forgot and I also passed out for a few hours and then-“
“Holy shit…?” You coughed into your palms, widened eyes as you stared at the man in front of you with disbelief. You had been dating THE Superman this entire time??! Your heart was beating erratically, almost jumping out of your body.
This was an outer body experience, some way you had never felt before….probably because you had never dated an intergalactic superhero before.
How could you have been this blind??? It was true, Clark never took off his glasses. When you went to sleep, he had them on and when you woke up he would have them on again. You never questioned the glasses or the fact that your shy, sweetheart, desk job boyfriend was built like a Greek God- or rather Superman- even though you had never seen him do any extensive workouts which would lead to THAT kind of a body.
You never questioned anything because why would you? You got an amazing sweetheart boyfriend who basically worshipped the ground you walked on, who was built and loved like you’re the only thing that mattered and OH GOD he was amazing.
But he was also Superman??
You stared at him some more because you still could not believe it, couldn’t believe your eyes. This had to be a dream, some crazy daydream or a hallucination?… which is why the next best thing you thought would be was to pinch yourself- really hard- with your fingernails digging into your skin. “Ugh! Why’d I do that…” You grumbled under your breath.
Clark’s hands shot out to your leg where you had pinched yourself and his large palms all warm and soft rubbed your skin. “Hey! Don’t do that, baby. Why’d you do that??” His brows pinched together in worry.
You felt your insides warm and melt at his care, he sounded the same as Clark, same body and same feel of his warm veiny hands- only his face looked ... .that looked the same too but it was- Superman- Clark…Superman…? Whatever it was, it wasn’t a dream.
Oh lord… your head was spinning, you felt dizzy. “I- you’re- you-” you pointed an accusatory finger at her chest, “YOU are Superman!” He nodded. “That- what- how….” You trailed off in utter confusion and disbelief.
Clark shook his head, face dropped down to where he still rubbed your skin, hunched a little, looking like regular old Clark but with Superman's face- which was literally the same as Clark. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, baby. I’m really sorry for hiding it for so long but I- I mean- it really- I couldn’t- how would I have-“ he stuttered, lifting his head to speak more but then stumbling over his words and dropping his head lower again. “I never wanted to hide it but I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry. I just-“
He had feared this would happen, that he’d tell someone and they’d be disappointed in him hiding something like this for so long. He was scared someone would look at the burdens and work load he carried and leave him.
To his disbelief, you shook your head, resting your hands over his bigger ones. “So you’re telling me you’ve been disappearing on me these 3 months ... .because you’re…saving the world?” You sounded blown away, voice softer.
He nodded weakly.
“Oh Clark. Is that why you were gone for a day? You were battling that thing- whatever it was- the octopus?” Your features had gone softer, expressions gone from confusion and annoyance to affection and worry. “You- were you hurt?”
“It was a meta human- she- or he- or it…..it- yeah. I umm…I got hurt and I was healing at the fortress of solitude.” He confessed meekly.
You rubbed his hand. “A who? The what…..? I- okayyy….so you were healing which means you CAN get hurt?? But are you- are you okay now??” You sounded worried like you couldn’t believe that THE Superman could get hurt.
“Uhhh yeah….i can get hurt…the fortress of solitude…I-“ he waves a dismissive hand, “-.ill explain everything but are you mad? I swear I didn’t mean to lie. It just-“
You cut him off. “No honey, I’m not mad. Of course not. You were saving the world, how could I be mad?” You gave a tiny smile. “Ok I mean yeah- I was a little mad-” He made a face, raising a brow and you laughed. “Ok fine. I was really mad but that was before I found out you were hurt and SUPERMAN!”
“So you’re not mad?”
“No…BUT-“ you raised a palm, freezing him in his spot, “- I need an explanation of literally everything!”
He laughed with a nod and then pulled you closer until you were on his lap, snuggled like a cat into the warmth of his embrace, feeling the familiarity of his touch after 24 whole hours which seemed way tooooo long. All warm and cozy. “I promise but let me- let’s just-“ He wrapped his arms around you in a tight grip, lips pressing to your cheek in soft tiny kisses as he mumbled quiet apologies in your ear. “Im sorry.”
You felt your heart melt, fuzziness spreading inside you. “It’s okay, honey. Let’s eat first. Talk later, ok?” You pulled back to smile up at him, his softened features, still without the glasses.
“Ok.” He nodded.
A/N:
Wrote it on a whim……thought it was cute!! I’ve got another little idea which I’ll start on NOW! Seee yalll sooon!! MUAHHH!!!
Description: It’s Clark’s birthday and you try to surprise him with your girls.
Word Count: 1.2k (very short)
It was a big day. Clark’s birthday. Though he had insisted on not celebrating it so you played along with your husband’s dumb nonsense wish.
You had sent Clark out in town for some unnecessary errands which didn’t need to be completed today but you needed Clark out of the house for the little surprise to work. In his hand, he had a long list of errands which included grocery items like fruits, vegetables, snacks, diapers, sending a parcel to his mom through the courier company, even though he could’ve just flown out there with a super speed, and some other random stuff.
While Clark was outside, running around town to complete these very important tasks given by his wife, the inside of the house was a mini chaos. The AC was blasting, but somehow you had a sheen of sweat covering your forehead. Your oldest daughter was a big help despite being only 7, as she helped her mama bake a cake for her precious daddy’s 35th birthday. Seven year old Annaliese had been awake almost all night due to the excitement of today’s events.
“Mommy! Where da balloons are?” Annalise calls out from the living room, standing on the couch with her hands on her little waist, a huge smile, splitting her cheeks as she looked clearly excited to be decorating and surprising daddy.
“I’m the drawer!”
“No they not!”
You raise a brow at her quick answer. “Did you check?”
“No…”
You sigh as you finally pull out the cake from the oven, placing it on the counter for it to cool down. Wiping a drop of sweat from your temple you walked into the living room helping Anna with the decor. “Can you get off the couch with your dirty feet and check please?” You stared at her expectantly, brow raised at her. She shrugged her little shoulders with attitude she definitely inherited from ypu, jumped off to get the balloons.
Then you felt a tug at your trousers and looked down to see your two year old daughter Brietta pouting up at you. “Hi my sweet bee.” You picked her up and kissed her chubby little rosy cheek eliciting a loud squeal. “Does Bee wanna decorate for daddy’s birthday?” You kissed her cheek again and she giggles nodding.
Annalise chimes excitedly. “YEA BEE! It’s daddy’s big birthday day and we are surprising him!” She clapped her hands and Brietta copied her big sister.
With Annalise’s help you both quickly zoomed through the living room decorating the walls with balloons and other ‘happy birthday’ decor.
Luckily for Clark it was a sunny day yet he sighed, exhausted with this little errand run. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he walked into another shop to find some items which he was unable to find in other stores.
“Morning Doug!” He greets the shopkeeper with a smile, lifting one hand to wave while the other carries a bunch of bags which would be atleast a little heavy for someone non-kryptonian.
“Eyy!! Morning Clark! Running errands on a Saturday morning, huh?” The older man with whitening hair laughed.
Clark rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking around for the items on list. “The Mrs sent me with a long list.” He explained lifting the long receipt like list.
“HAHHHH mine does that too anytime she sees me sitting.” Doug snorted.
Clark scratched his scalp a little, fixing his glasses before walking to the counter. “ I just need some oils. I think Mrs is making some hair oil.”
By the end of the trip, Clark stood outside the final store, bright blue eyes squinting under those glasses in the bright sun. The list was mostly crossed out.
List:
Sprite
Avocado
Diaper
Nuggets
Tampons
Mint oil
Coconut oil
Ginger oil
He finally entered the house, taking off his shoes at the front door setting them on the shoe rack covered in heels, girly flats and baby shoes.
He called out for you, still holding the bags in one hand. “Baby, I couldn’t find the-“
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
He’s cut off- LOUDLY- by his two favorite girls, screaming on top of their lungs and launching towards him. Little bare feet pattered toward him on the wooden floors before small bodies crashed into his legs, all pink frills.
A huge smile takes over his face after the shocked expression. “Oh my angels! Oh my babies! Thank you!” Strong arms lifted the two little girls who weighed basically nothing to him and hugged their small warm bodies, kissing both of their heads and cheeks.
The girls melted into him in a fit of laughter, wrapping little arms around his neck. He took in the decorations in the living room, the pink and red HAPPY BIRTHDAY poster, pink balloons on the wall and the floor, pink party blowers and more pink things around the living room which he couldn’t name.
You stood a few feet behind the girls, clad in jeans and a pink top, though there was some flour in your hair but no one seemed to care. His bright blue eyes met yours and he smiled wide, walking over to you. He had moved little Brietta to his shoulders who looked like an excited little monkey holding onto her daddy’s hair in a grip too strong for tiny fists. Kryptonian baby…
A strong arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his chest, his warmed engulfing you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before he buried his face in your neck, pressing a few kisses on the soft skin there too.
“Thank you So much.” He mumbles, eyes shut.
You smiled wide, kissing his temple as your palm rubbed over his broad back while the girls giggled in the back. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“I TOO LOVE YOU!” Annalise squealed. “We bake you cake! And did decorate for you! And and and got you gifts! Lots lots of them!” She chattered excitedly, flailing little hands around in explanation. Clark nodded at her, a wide smile on his face, eyes widening at her loud and happy tone.
The cake is brought out of the fridge and onto the wooden kitchen table, Brietta sat in her high chair kicking her feet while Annalise sat on the edge of the table cheering for Clark to cut the cake. “CUT! CUT! CUT!”
He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer, rubbing the silver of bare skin softly. “Alright alright! I’m cutting it.” He laughed at his overly hyper daughter and finally cut his cake with you and Annalise singing ‘happy birthday’ loud and proud.
“Happy Birthday, Clark.” You pushed up on your tippy toes and whispered softly in his ear before kissing his cheek. “Thank you for being amazing.” A smile graced you lips and he mirrored your soft expression, shaking his head.
He kissed the tip of your nose. “No baby, thank YOU. Thank you for loving me and giving me the best family.”
“You’re 35 now.” Annalise declared proudly already taking off the sprinkles and shoving into her mouth.
Clark smiled and pulled you three close to his chest, warmth radiating off his big form. He realized how lucky he was to have spent 35 years being loved- first by his parents and then by the woman who stole his heart and kept it in a cushioned box, with love and care.
A/N:
I know it’s short and prolly not much but it’s my first so it’s ok I guess ? Ok anyway…. Bye:)
"Maybe I'll kill that reporter who does all your interviews. Maybe I'll kill Clark Kent."
This is the most important line in the movie. I'm 100% serious. It tells you everything you need to know about Lex Luthor's character. It shows the audience that, despite being almost omnicognizant from the get-go, Luthor clearly has no fucking idea who Superman is, only what he does.
I've never seen anyone go from All-Knowing Evil to Absolute Fucking Loser so fast. In fifteen words he went from unstoppable criminal powerhouse to flailing manchild moron. He gave his Evil Dictator demonstration and then turned around, dropped his pants and showed his entire ass. He proclaimed his manifesto of unrelenting ego, turned around, slipped on a banana peel and landed on a whoopie cushion.
And he was so mired in his own sense of superiority that he never even knew it.
