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At times I'm Bucky Barnes's controversially young girlfriend, Clark Kent's girl, Jack Abbot's favourite patient, but most importantly a yapper about everything, inconsistent writer, cinephile, avid letterboxd user, and much more if you dare to find out ;)
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Northbound
Synopsis:When everything becomes too much for Dex, he finds himself returning to the one person who always knows how to guide him home.
gemma says: told you guys I'd have something done by the end of the week🫰🏼hope you enjoy!
Warnings:Hmm I dont think there's anything but you see Dex's obsession and devotion 1.1k words
Everything had become hard again for Dex. His work at the Bureau felt like it was losing structure with each case. Conversations became difficult again. Dex couldn't find the right moments to nod along or even offer a weak reply. His apartment didn’t feel clean or safe anymore.
It was just hard, really hard.
But yet with his world feeling like it was being disoriented, you would always be there to keep him true. Just like a true North Star.
Every time he walked into your apartment, time and time again without fail, you would be there with open arms for him to fall into. Holding him steady and bringing his world back on its axis.
On the nights where it truly seemed like there was no escape from his mind, that’s when he truly hid in your arms. Each night, he’d find the solace he never thought he’d find in your arms.
“You alright, Dex?” carefully, you murmured into his hair upon feeling your boyfriend trying to nuzzle himself inside your ribcage. Every night he had been trying to get closer and closer to you, desperate to live in the comfort of your skin.
He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist before giving you a quiet “mhm” in reply. After feeling him press kisses just below your collarbone, you resumed absentmindedly scrolling on your phone.
Just as you rubbed your hand up and down his back, smiling to yourself when his muscles relaxed under your touch, “Thank you…for never judging me.” Dex confessed softly, nudging his head up to meet your eyes. The blue light from your phone, which was now abandoned behind his head, let you see the look of admiration on his face.
It wasn't often that Dex would tell you things like that; maybe he didn't feel the need to and instead felt he showed you his feelings in his actions, or maybe he just didn’t know how. But when those words of affirmation tumble from his tongue, it really makes your heart melt.
Immediately a smile grew on your face at his admission. "Of course, baby, I could never judge you,” you crooned. Before you knew it, Dex moved up to gently kiss you — he was always gentle with you; how could he not be?
“I love you so much, Benjamin Poindexter,” you whispered against his lips after pulling back for air, immediately moving to pepper his face with your kisses. Dex puffed out a small laugh as no part of his face was left without a kiss.
While it was uncommon for Dex to be able to confess things like that, you never fretted to tell him about how you feel. He never thought someone would willingly tell him all the things you tell him.
“I love you too" – words that had once felt unfamiliar and daunting are now the words that Dex finds comfort in.
You abandoned your phone somewhere near Dex’s bedside table and fully wrapped your body around his. Legs tangling together as you two got fully comfortable for the night, letting Dex enfold you in a tight embrace as he clung to you, returning his head to nuzzle against your chest.
Slowly you drifted off to sleep, resting your chin atop of Dex’s head, encasing him in your loving embrace. Once Dex was sure you were asleep, he softly mumbled, "She loves me and I’m safe,” to himself a couple times over against your skin. One last mantra to ward off any bad thoughts that often come to him in dreams.
Through every good moment, you held him in your arms, and even when things turned bad, you only held him tighter.
Hey guys sorry for radio silence again but I’m hoping to put out a Dex drabble by the end of next week!!! I’ve been working on a bigger fic but I wanted to put something out for you guys so stay tuned!!:)
Pleas of Devotion
synopsis: You see a new side of your boyfriend after an argument
Warnings: Nothing, I think!
word count: around 640
Gemma says, Wow who would've thought that I'm posting again!! First fic back so I apologise for me being rusty and the fact I actually haven't written for Dex before. :)
Dex has seen you angry, whether that be at others or even an anger directed towards him. Regardless, he’s seen you angry, and he’s talked you out of it.
This time though, it was different. It was an anger that was scaring him because it was an anger that was ignoring him.
The screaming match you two recently had died down, and you stayed silent, a glare still residing on your face as you changed out of your work clothes and began getting ready for bed. Truth be told, you probably couldn't pinpoint exactly what started this fight between you two; maybe some poorly timed passing comment, or perhaps it was just a fight that needed to be had.
Tension still was palpable throughout your apartment as you tried to avoid Dex as you began to settle down for the night. You seemed calm for the most part despite the anger lingering in your expression; Dex, on the other hand, was not calm. His body was trembling as he followed you around, reaching his hand out to try to hold your T-shirt but always bringing his arm back to his side at the last moment – itching for some sort of contact to show that you still want him – that you still need him.
Dex’s presence behind you was undeniable as he kept trying to stay annoyingly close to you. You almost wanted to scream at him to leave you alone, but even in your anger you know just how much that would hurt him. He tried to speak to you, but he couldn't even hear his own thoughts through the silence you're giving him, so he just trailed behind you like some pathetic puppy.
You sighed as you sat on your side of the bed, and it clicked something in Dex’s mind. This is it; she's about to tell you she's leaving you.
Before you knew it Dex was breaking down as tears ran down his cheeks, highlighting his scarred skin. He fell to his knees at your side, gripping the mattress as he tried to choke out anything to make you stay. “Please don't –” he sobbed. "Please don’t leave me,” he begged, hiccuping out a cry of desperation.
You were taken aback to say the least; you watched Dex claw his way closer to grip your thighs as his back muscles arched and tensed while sobs wracked through his body. He had never done something like this after a fight; he’d apologised and begged for his forgiveness in a civil manner before but never to this extent. “You can’t leave me; I need you,” he begs as if you were talking back to him, the grip on your thighs only tightens as he leans further against the bed from his spot begging on the floor.
Finally, you found something to say as you reached out and rubbed his back. He jolted under your touch, bringing his head up to finally look at you. His big hazel eyes were glassy and bloodshot, and his face was tear-stained. You watched him continue crying as he gave you pleas of devotion. "Dex", you said simply, trying to snap him out of this trance, but it was no use. “Dex, baby, I’m not leaving you,” you tried again, your voice a little louder this time. It worked and it only encouraged him to finally crawl into bed with you.
You have no choice but to accommodate his big frame atop your own as you let him lay on your chest. His tears soak through your shirt as Dex still clings onto you, nuzzling his head right under your chin as his arms coil around your body. “You still need me, right?” he asks weakly, peppering kisses to wherever he can on your neck. “I’ll do anything for you,” he tells you weakly. He needs to be needed by you, because then you have a reason to stay with him. In Dex’s mind the moment you don’t need him for anything is the day you don’t want him and the day you leave.
"Yeah, Dex, ‘course I need you,” you say light-heartedly, still lightly scratching his back and kissing his head.
It satisfies something deep in his mind, but yet it’s not fully satisfied. “I’m still yours and you still love me,” he practically whimpers into you like it’s some mantra.
“Yeah, Dex, I still love you with all my heart and I still want you,” you reassure gently, trying to calm him down just that little bit more as his body stops trembling like he is in fight-or-flight mode. You keep reassuring him and keeping him calm, reminding him that you're still here and not going anywhere.
His cries and pleas become fewer and fewer as the sound of your heartbeat against his body drowns out the other noises in his mind. “I’ll still be here when you wake up,” you croon, moving your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. You hear him mumble something, but it's muffled by your skin, so just let him fall asleep on you.
As his body falls heavier on yours and his soft snores tickle your exposed skin, your mind wanders as you begin to think there's something deeper going on in your boyfriend's mind.
Maybe you’ll ask him tomorrow after all; he said he’d do anything for you.
Hi everybody, I’d like to apologise for my sudden absence! I’ve just been dealing with my uni workload, having horses in the freezing nz winter (if you’re in summer rn, ur lucky), and just trying to find some way out of my writer's block…
I’ve missed my tumblr baes🥹 I’m gonna try my hardest to stay active, but most importantly try muster up some fics because it’s what I owe everyone!
Here’s to me staying chronically online and writing because best believe I have even more characters I wanna write for😛
hi lovely! i hope you're doing okay <3 just wanted say hi since we haven't chatted in a while :')
Omg, hi gorgeous!!! you’ve literally revived me!! I’ve admittedly been better, but I’ve just been trynna hype myself back up to write on here again! I’m definitely gonna be active and writing again, and it means so much that you came to say hi🥹 Number one fan of the Sarah fan club right here
⭒ Jack Abbot ⭒ Part 02 ⭒ Part 03 ⭒ Part 04 ⭒ Part 05 ⭒ Part 06 ⭒ Part 07 ⭒ Part 08 ⭒ Part 09
boots! that’s my ego boost! | @targaryenluvs
javadi and santos whine about the seemingly never ending pairs of heels you have. is it your fault your boyfriend loves to see your ego boosted?
kissed and made up | @/targaryenluvs
after pissing off your boyfriend in the late hours of night before his shift, you decide to bring him a nice big lunch during said shift. except not one of his coworkers knew you were actually real, let alone oh so gorgeous and sweet!
beyond infatuation | @rizbert
jack abbot is obsessed with you and he’s going to make it everybody else’s problem
menace!jack | masterlist | @yournamesnob
Two idiots in love being absolutely fucking annoying with each other and making it everyone's problem
Visiting Jack at work | @dixonlvr
Secret relationship | @/dixonlvr
3 times The Pitt suspected your relationship with Jack and 1 time you revealed it.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 | @springtyme
The night takes a turn when Jack finds you in the ER hallway with two little girls who look unmistakably like you. He realizes there’s a whole part of your life he never knew about. But maybe, if you let him, he’d really like to understand it.
You better think about your next words carefully, or they will be your last ones | @savemefromanepicoftimewasted
Babies, and older children alike had always gravitated towards you, it’s why you’d chosen pediatrics. Jack had been all for it, wanting you to be happy with your choice and not end up regretting it down the line.
husband jack abbot | @satcrns
…for I am the Lord who heals you | @mercury-retrogay
Tragedy often forces action. After Jack Abbot lost his wife, he tried to raise his kid the best he could, now as a single father. And he got damn lucky with the one he got. So when you're invited to go to Pitt Fest with your friends, he isn't overly worried about you making bad choices. But it was never your choices he should have worried about.
The Pitt’s Baby | @xreader1989
My Girl | @fleurrain
The PITT didn’t expect to ever meet the girl that had changed Abbot’s mood for the better, much less under the conditions you arrived in. After a quick thinking move saves a patient’s life, Abbot can’t withhold the pride he has for you and your work.
boyfriend!jack abbot x reader fluff | @abbottini
Aces | @somethingeh
you know jack isn't looking for anything serious, so what do you do when you find yourself with a very permanent problem?
you are in love | @cowboylikemillie
Walking HR Violations | @neo-nomatrix
The Pitt knows you and Jack Abbot as two of the best emergency medicine doctors they have. They tend to see a different side when the clock hits 7:00 am. A side in which, HR should likely be involved.
a coparenting blurb | @det-loki
Staring Problem | @gemmawritess
You can’t take your eyes off your boyfriend but he can’t take his eyes off of you either
a little bit of sunshine [masterlist] | @mayfieldss
over a series of night shifts you become acquainted with your coworker Jack Abbot. He's a stranger to you more than a coworker, but as work pushes you closer together, tensions rise and what is supposed to be a friendly relationship becomes something more. Slow burn Jack abbot x sunshine!reader fem!reader
worth every penny | @euon111a
the best kind of company
Thirty Minutes to Tell the Truth | @adisillusionedauthor
My hand was the one you reached for (all throughout the great war) | @teamhappyme
nightmares, part two | @bunnywritesfanfic
i bet on losing dogs | @leviathanspain
old habits die hard
jack abbot during cuffing season | @i9chicago
Does Your Mother Know? | @punkgeekcryptid
First day [1], pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5 | @tedmustache
What was supposed to be a simple first day, turns into the kind of dramatic entrance people tend to remember… especially Dr. Jack Abbot.
Jack Abbot x Robinavitch!Reader
Your Move, Abbot | @jrabbott
Jack and reader are in a situationship, but readers ready for a relationship. Jack isnt but Liam Johnson the neonatologist is.
Embarrassed? | @/jrabbott
Reader thinks Abbot's embarrassed of her
PUPPY | @xobiggs
falling for the older guy at work.
The Bet | @alexandritte80
With Mrs. Abbot heavily pregnant, the hospital makes a bet. Who will win?
You Should’ve Asked | @deliciousangelfestival
You keep your personal life private at your new job. Until one day, your son’s innocent answers spark wild office gossip about your “mysterious” husband. Everyone thinks they’ve figured him out.
The Neighborhood Doctor | @/deliciousangelfestival
Dr. Jack Abbott can handle anything in the ER. Gunshot wounds, nonstop chaos, and barely any sleep are all part of his routine. That is his world, and he manages it just fine. What he cannot stand is something as simple as a neighborhood BBQ. But when his wife asks him to go, he shows up anyway. His plan is simple. Say a few unsettling ER stories, make his exit early, and get through the night. The outcome, however, does not go the way he expects.
No Excuses, Part 2 | @/deliciousangelfestival
Dr. Jack Abbott walks into his night shift expecting another case, until he steps into the trauma room and finds the patient isn’t a stranger, but someone from his past.
In Sickness and in Health | @moondustfairies
You didn't want to worry Jack and his overprotective nature, but when you started to feel ill, all you wanted was your husband.
Baby Blues | @/moondustfairies
Jack comes to visit you at work on his day off, bringing with him your little baby girl.
Eulogy | @porchlightfairy
while jack is at work, reader experiences undescribable pain. come to find out she was suffering from an ectopic pregnancy and is rushed into the hospital during shift.
Over It | @saccharinespring
Jack Abbot broke your heart without rhyme or reason. Now you’re just trying to get over it, despite his constant attempts in not letting you.
It Had To Be You | @munsonpetal
you and jack abbot have known each other for five years. over those five years, feelings on both ends began to bloom. will one failed date finally give one of you the courage to admit your feelings?
chain of command | @hearts4hughes
3 + 1 | @/hearts4hughes
three times jack abbot flirted with you without you realizing, and the one time you realized
casual !! | @/hearts4hughes
Burnt Toast | @bitchinbarzal
jack is on school drop off duty.
The Edge | @/bitchinbarzal
jack realises he has little eyes on him now.
my old guy | @/bitchinbarzal
jack can face a lot but your four year old is something that scares him.
Rumors | @girlmeetsworld2005
Love Burns | @lostinmyownwaves
Reader is a firefighter who is married to THE Jack Abbot. You and your team respond to a call that goes side ways. Jack comforts you through it all. Basically just Jack Abbot fluff with a smidge of angst. Also Robby acts like a big brother to you.
Emergency Cinnamon Roll | @/lostinmyownwaves
Reader meets Jack Abbot when her neighbor is in peril and sent to the ER. After he helps them out, reader wants to show her appreciation and bring him a sweet treat.
Staying Overtime | @pellucid-constellations
You and Jack had been dancing around each other for months, playing a game that neither of you would label. But then you took that leap, pushed the boundaries, and Jack had to confront just how much he cared about you. He just wished it hadn’t been like this.
secret baby with jack abbot… | @soulluvrrr
adjustment period | @whatif-ialreadydid
growing pains from your switch to the night shift with your attending come to a head
“Pearls” | @/whatif-ialreadydid
a missing earring sends you down a spiral
meet me at our spot | @/whatif-ialreadydid
after a month of meeting jack after your shifts, you finally resolve to do something about the pesky little crush on your boss
Dad jack | @richeeduvie
Jack struggles to keep his cool as he watches the chubby, perfect baby you’ve given him get her shots…
Jelly Little Baby | @/richeeduvie
Jack attempts to be kiss the love of his life, his obsession, his everything, the mother of his child, you. He attempts this in front of said chubby child. Which…was a big, big mistake.
birthday blues | @/richeeduvie
You can barely handle your excitement to give Jack his birthday cake...until you overhear him complaining about your all too peppy behavior to Robby.
cry into him | @/richeeduvie
A cruel patient has you in tears in the supply closet, and when Jack is the one to find you, the need to comfort is only made up of instinct.
SPRING INTO SUMMER MASTERLIST | @avidplutofan
first loves always come and go as the years of life ebb and flow. but one thing is constant in your life. one person, really, that refuses to leave your life completely. because no matter where you goes, jack abbot is there to remind you that he’s always there to stay.
ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ | @daehosunshine
You’re always teasing Jack about being older, but when the hospital faces a potential cyber attack and you’re the one who don't know how to use a fax machine, the tables turn.
Oblivious to Him | @mabel-777
jack likes his younger resident, but, you are completely oblivious to it, thinking he’s just a nice attending.
Keep It Secret | @/mabel-777
trying to keep a secret relationship around your coworkers.
Nothing More | @/mabel-777
jack thought you were nothing more than a casual relationship, but when he lost you, he realized how badly much he screwed up.
tick tock, biological clock | @mariasont
you’re proactively planning your fertility like a responsible med student. dr. abbot, however, would greatly prefer you planned literally anything else.
Hey guys! Probably not the thing you're all wanting to hear, but I'm going to take a week or so pause from writing all my wips/requests, as it's the anniversary of a family member passing this upcoming weekend. I will be back before you all know it, but I just wanted to notify everyone about the delay in getting new fics💞
Hellooo! It’s not a request necessarily, but it could be if you wanted it to be. How do you think Jack Abbot or Pope Cody would feel about a girl who was more eccentric? Like big personality, always dressing up in fun outfits, very chaotic, loud, emotional, weird, nerdy. Someone who is just not everyone’s cup of tea (me). 💕💕💕
Hmmm Pope would admire someone eccentric even if he himself isn't 'out there'. I think him being with you constantly and seeing you living your life in the way you want would inspire him to follow his own path and truly act the way he wants, if you get me. It would be a golden retriever x black cat situation, I reckon. Ultimately though, he would adore all parts of you and try to play into them as much as possible, whether that be following your fashion advice or watching/reading media you love and things like that. Pope has always been 'unusual', so it would be a comfort to be with someone who may be viewed that same way at times.
For Jack, he'd love it. No questions asked. Jack has a very witty and almost out-there personality, so for him to be with someone with similar mannerisms and that confidence would be a match made in heaven. I think he'd do a good job matching aspects of your personality and, other times, complementing it. Jack doesn't really care what others think of him, and to be with someone who also puts themselves out there carefree would be the breath of fresh air he needs. He'd go off at someone, though, if they were to try any forms of judging you; you're his girl, and there's no chance of anyone disrespecting you when you're with him. But yes, Jack Abbot loves your big personality and the way he's drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
hiii guys! I am working on some one-shots for Jack Abbot and Pope Cody but in the meantime if anyone has any requests or thoughts to share my inbox is wide open🫰🏼
Our House
Synopsis: A cozy night at home with your boyfriend makes you realise this has been all you've wanted throughout everything you've been through.
Warnings: Nothing just my rusty writing. WC:1.6kish
Gemma says:I miss writing for Clark, so excuse how rusty I am with his character give me some time and I'll be better!! I'm sure we can all tell that this fic has elements from the song 'Our House'.
Immediately you felt your body begin to finally relax as you stepped inside your home—letting the scent of the vanilla candles you had brought at a farmers’ market a couple of months ago wrap around your senses. You sighed softly, dropping your bag near the door and toeing off your shoes.
The picture frames of you and your boyfriend adorning the walls are always reminding you of how far you've come to achieve this with someone. Every time you admire the collection of photos of not only you and Clark but also photos of your friends and you, you smile and feel more at ease seeing all those forms of love forever preserved.
Clark was shuffling around the kitchen as you heard a couple pots and pans clatter, making you laugh slightly as you saw him hit his head on an overhead cupboard as he stood up—you'd think a giant like him would be more aware of himself. You had expected him to actually curse as he rubbed the new bump on his head, but no, you just heard him utter 'golly’ as if it were forbidden to say.
You’ve come home many times to a sight similar to this, but yet your heart still melts as you watch your boyfriend's face light up like an excited puppy when he sees you. “Hi, honey,” he exclaimed, already crossing your already small kitchen in a single step to pull you in for a hug.
You took a second to reply as you savoured the warmth from Clark’s body holding you as you tried to hold him as tightly as he was holding you. One of the best things about hugging Clark is the fact you can lean all your weight on him and he won't budge, allowing you to completely melt into him. "Ugh, I wish I'd stayed home today,” you groaned, nuzzling your head against Clark's chest as if you could hide from the world in his embrace.
“I know, but you're here now,” Clark cooed, already taking it upon himself to lightly scratch your scalp. You were; you could almost cry tears of happiness with how safe you felt—if Clark weren't a superhero already, you’d be telling him how he should be one with the way that he does anything to make someone feel safe and protected.
"Dinner's almost done; it's your favourite." Hearing those words from Clark actually made your eyes well up.
“I love you so much,” you declared, stepping back from his arms to cup his face, running your thumbs along his cheekbone as you kissed him. Immediately Clark hummed against you, snaking his arms tighter around your waist to pull you back into him.
In the past you never thought you would want to maintain physical contact with someone, but something felt different with Clark; when you met him, everything truly fell into place. He showed you that relationships don’t carry constant aggression and fear and instead coaxed you out of a state of residual panic with his dorky grin and gentle touches.
Just as your hands trailed down his neck in turn with your tongue slipping past his lips—this was your favourite meal. Suddenly he pulled back, making you whine at the loss of him against you. “As much as I love you and kissing you, dinner's ready." He gestured between you both, letting his dimples show as he grinned down at you. Light-heartedly, you rolled your eyes in reply.
And so, you sat on the counter while Clark dished up two plates, nodding along as you went in depth about your day, beaming wider each time he laughed at one of your jokes. Only slightly feeling like an imprinted duckling as you trailed behind Clark (more so following your favourite meal) as he carried the two plates into the small dining room.
“Thank you so for cooking, baby,” you murmured before finally taking a mouthful of food. moaning in delight as the flavours danced with your taste buds.
Clark's smile widened slightly hearing you enjoy the meal. “It’s okay; you know I love cooking for you,” he stated simply before shovelling almost half his portion into his mouth, which made you remember how much he actually has to eat for him to be satisfied. You would make a joke about how a bear doesn't even eat that fast, but Clark is basically a bear at this point.
You took it upon yourself to wash the dishes; Clark took it upon himself to cling onto you while you did the said dishes. “You okay?” His voice was soft; you felt his chin move against your shoulder with each word he said.
"Mhm,” you murmured, bringing your focus back to the plate in your hand. You drifted off thinking about how you used to always think that life could never be easy—that you were condemned to a life of misery. You’d do anything to tell your past self that everything has been turning out in ways you could never imagine, especially how amazing life has been with Clark.
You let your gaze turn to him as his arms were bonded to your stomach as he nuzzled into your shoulder. He paused in his movements against you the second he felt you peck his forehead. “What are you doing?” he asked, immediately kissing you back.
“Can’t a girl appreciate her boyfriend?" you replied, already ruffling his soft curls. This time Clark hummed something back in reply, catching you off guard as he picked you up and wordlessly carried you towards the bathroom, squeezing you tight as you squealed from being caught off guard. You took the time to do your skincare and brush your teeth while your boyfriend was busy triple-checking the locks on the front door.
Clark gently picked you up again, dropping you on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom himself. You were confused to say the least. “What are you up to, Clark?” you called out, scrunching the duvet under your hands. Before you could say another word, you heard Clark's heavy footsteps approach you again.
Your face lit up when you realised he was holding your favourite pyjamas in one hand and his own pyjamas in the other. "Well, we've got to finish the show we're watching, and I’ve missed you today,” he explained, his dimples highlighting the smile on his face as he sat down next to you, the dip in the mattress making you fall against his side as if you weren't going to do that anyway.
“You're an actual angel sent from heaven,” you gushed, attacking him with kisses as you hugged him. He just brushed it off, accepting your kisses before helping you change into your pyjamas and laughing when you ran your hands down his muscly torso when he changed (he thought you were joking as you told him you basically drooled seeing him like this, but you were dead serious).
Every muscle in your body relaxed as you lay on Clark's chest, your head barely angled to see the small TV in the corner of the room. Sporadically Clark would kiss your head, but he was quite engrossed in the show while you were admiring all the details in your room. The warm-lighted lamps made the flowers sitting in the vase glow an enchanting colour. Of course Clark had brought you both the vase and the flowers ‘just because'.
Everything in the bedroom was a product of yours and Clark's bond. The bedsheets smelt mainly like Clark’s comforting cologne, but that's where you both had seen and experienced every part of each other—the little trinkets acquired from random thrift shops sat on the windowsill; they truly reminded you of Clark, as one was quite literally a mini Superman.
You didn't know how long you were taking in all the small things that make your house a home, but before you knew it, Clark was whispering, “Wanna watch another episode?” Reverence was forever embedded in his tone.
"Mhm", the exhaustion from your day finally catching up as you sleepily hummed back, knowing damn well you barely knew what happened in the episode just playing. Clark could read you like a book, so you weren't surprised when you heard him switch the TV off and turn off the lamp on the bedside table.
You sighed happily as you sunk more against Clark's body, your legs tangling with his own, letting your hands curl into his sleep shirt. “I'm sorry I'm falling asleep,” you whispered, expecting Clark to be pissed off.
“Hey, don’t apologise; you have to sleep, baby,” he cooed, running one of his big hands over your head. You don’t think Clark has actually ever been angry at you; sure, you two may have had little arguments, but nothing aggressive has ever come out of it, unlike past experiences you have had.
Your body cut you off as you slipped into slumber; the rise and fall of Clark's strong chest beneath you only accelerated the process.
As Clark felt you fall asleep atop of himself, he couldn't help but smile. It was a rewarding fact that he could make you relax to the point where you fall asleep within seconds when you're around him.
He settled himself down further, keeping his arms wrapped around your back and face tucked against your head. He can’t wait for the sun to rise, illuminating you in the soft and warm morning light that radiates his life into his skin, but now Clark’s sure that you give him life.
The dream of having a home full of love and a partner whom you trust and love with everything not only belongs to you but Clark as well.
His ma told him to be patient and stay true to himself, and he’ll find his soulmate. You may not have been told those words, but deep down that hope had never died within you, only hiding in some sort of protection.
yayyy a new gemma clark fic!!! this was actually the sweetest thing ever ❤️🩹
Everything in the bedroom was a product of yours and Clark's bond. The bedsheets smelt mainly like Clark’s comforting cologne, but that's where you both had seen and experienced every part of each other—the little trinkets acquired from random thrift shops sat on the windowsill; they truly reminded you of Clark, as one was quite literally a mini Superman.
this part reminded me so much of one of my favorite quotes: "i'm a mosaic of everyone i've ever loved."
His ma told him to be patient and stay true to himself, and he’ll find his soulmate. You may not have been told those words, but deep down that hope had never died within you, only hiding in some sort of protection.
inspiring me to keep the hopeless romantic in me alive a little longer 🥲 also the image of mrs. kent telling a lil clark this... sobbing actually
I'm so glad you caught the mosaic quote because I adore it too!!! You're always the sweetest when I see you popping up in my notfis, you're actually an angel #ily
Our House
Synopsis: A cozy night at home with your boyfriend makes you realise this has been all you've wanted throughout everything you've been through.
Warnings: Nothing just my rusty writing. WC:1.6kish
Gemma says:I miss writing for Clark, so excuse how rusty I am with his character give me some time and I'll be better!! I'm sure we can all tell that this fic has elements from the song 'Our House'.
Immediately you felt your body begin to finally relax as you stepped inside your home—letting the scent of the vanilla candles you had brought at a farmers’ market a couple of months ago wrap around your senses. You sighed softly, dropping your bag near the door and toeing off your shoes.
The picture frames of you and your boyfriend adorning the walls are always reminding you of how far you've come to achieve this with someone. Every time you admire the collection of photos of not only you and Clark but also photos of your friends and you, you smile and feel more at ease seeing all those forms of love forever preserved.
Clark was shuffling around the kitchen as you heard a couple pots and pans clatter, making you laugh slightly as you saw him hit his head on an overhead cupboard as he stood up—you'd think a giant like him would be more aware of himself. You had expected him to actually curse as he rubbed the new bump on his head, but no, you just heard him utter 'golly’ as if it were forbidden to say.
You’ve come home many times to a sight similar to this, but yet your heart still melts as you watch your boyfriend's face light up like an excited puppy when he sees you. “Hi, honey,” he exclaimed, already crossing your already small kitchen in a single step to pull you in for a hug.
You took a second to reply as you savoured the warmth from Clark’s body holding you as you tried to hold him as tightly as he was holding you. One of the best things about hugging Clark is the fact you can lean all your weight on him and he won't budge, allowing you to completely melt into him. "Ugh, I wish I'd stayed home today,” you groaned, nuzzling your head against Clark's chest as if you could hide from the world in his embrace.
“I know, but you're here now,” Clark cooed, already taking it upon himself to lightly scratch your scalp. You were; you could almost cry tears of happiness with how safe you felt—if Clark weren't a superhero already, you’d be telling him how he should be one with the way that he does anything to make someone feel safe and protected.
"Dinner's almost done; it's your favourite." Hearing those words from Clark actually made your eyes well up.
“I love you so much,” you declared, stepping back from his arms to cup his face, running your thumbs along his cheekbone as you kissed him. Immediately Clark hummed against you, snaking his arms tighter around your waist to pull you back into him.
In the past you never thought you would want to maintain physical contact with someone, but something felt different with Clark; when you met him, everything truly fell into place. He showed you that relationships don’t carry constant aggression and fear and instead coaxed you out of a state of residual panic with his dorky grin and gentle touches.
Just as your hands trailed down his neck in turn with your tongue slipping past his lips—this was your favourite meal. Suddenly he pulled back, making you whine at the loss of him against you. “As much as I love you and kissing you, dinner's ready." He gestured between you both, letting his dimples show as he grinned down at you. Light-heartedly, you rolled your eyes in reply.
And so, you sat on the counter while Clark dished up two plates, nodding along as you went in depth about your day, beaming wider each time he laughed at one of your jokes. Only slightly feeling like an imprinted duckling as you trailed behind Clark (more so following your favourite meal) as he carried the two plates into the small dining room.
“Thank you so for cooking, baby,” you murmured before finally taking a mouthful of food. moaning in delight as the flavours danced with your taste buds.
Clark's smile widened slightly hearing you enjoy the meal. “It’s okay; you know I love cooking for you,” he stated simply before shovelling almost half his portion into his mouth, which made you remember how much he actually has to eat for him to be satisfied. You would make a joke about how a bear doesn't even eat that fast, but Clark is basically a bear at this point.
You took it upon yourself to wash the dishes; Clark took it upon himself to cling onto you while you did the said dishes. “You okay?” His voice was soft; you felt his chin move against your shoulder with each word he said.
"Mhm,” you murmured, bringing your focus back to the plate in your hand. You drifted off thinking about how you used to always think that life could never be easy—that you were condemned to a life of misery. You’d do anything to tell your past self that everything has been turning out in ways you could never imagine, especially how amazing life has been with Clark.
You let your gaze turn to him as his arms were bonded to your stomach as he nuzzled into your shoulder. He paused in his movements against you the second he felt you peck his forehead. “What are you doing?” he asked, immediately kissing you back.
“Can’t a girl appreciate her boyfriend?" you replied, already ruffling his soft curls. This time Clark hummed something back in reply, catching you off guard as he picked you up and wordlessly carried you towards the bathroom, squeezing you tight as you squealed from being caught off guard. You took the time to do your skincare and brush your teeth while your boyfriend was busy triple-checking the locks on the front door.
Clark gently picked you up again, dropping you on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom himself. You were confused to say the least. “What are you up to, Clark?” you called out, scrunching the duvet under your hands. Before you could say another word, you heard Clark's heavy footsteps approach you again.
Your face lit up when you realised he was holding your favourite pyjamas in one hand and his own pyjamas in the other. "Well, we've got to finish the show we're watching, and I’ve missed you today,” he explained, his dimples highlighting the smile on his face as he sat down next to you, the dip in the mattress making you fall against his side as if you weren't going to do that anyway.
“You're an actual angel sent from heaven,” you gushed, attacking him with kisses as you hugged him. He just brushed it off, accepting your kisses before helping you change into your pyjamas and laughing when you ran your hands down his muscly torso when he changed (he thought you were joking as you told him you basically drooled seeing him like this, but you were dead serious).
Every muscle in your body relaxed as you lay on Clark's chest, your head barely angled to see the small TV in the corner of the room. Sporadically Clark would kiss your head, but he was quite engrossed in the show while you were admiring all the details in your room. The warm-lighted lamps made the flowers sitting in the vase glow an enchanting colour. Of course Clark had brought you both the vase and the flowers ‘just because'.
Everything in the bedroom was a product of yours and Clark's bond. The bedsheets smelt mainly like Clark’s comforting cologne, but that's where you both had seen and experienced every part of each other—the little trinkets acquired from random thrift shops sat on the windowsill; they truly reminded you of Clark, as one was quite literally a mini Superman.
You didn't know how long you were taking in all the small things that make your house a home, but before you knew it, Clark was whispering, “Wanna watch another episode?” Reverence was forever embedded in his tone.
"Mhm", the exhaustion from your day finally catching up as you sleepily hummed back, knowing damn well you barely knew what happened in the episode just playing. Clark could read you like a book, so you weren't surprised when you heard him switch the TV off and turn off the lamp on the bedside table.
You sighed happily as you sunk more against Clark's body, your legs tangling with his own, letting your hands curl into his sleep shirt. “I'm sorry I'm falling asleep,” you whispered, expecting Clark to be pissed off.
“Hey, don’t apologise; you have to sleep, baby,” he cooed, running one of his big hands over your head. You don’t think Clark has actually ever been angry at you; sure, you two may have had little arguments, but nothing aggressive has ever come out of it, unlike past experiences you have had.
Your body cut you off as you slipped into slumber; the rise and fall of Clark's strong chest beneath you only accelerated the process.
As Clark felt you fall asleep atop of himself, he couldn't help but smile. It was a rewarding fact that he could make you relax to the point where you fall asleep within seconds when you're around him.
He settled himself down further, keeping his arms wrapped around your back and face tucked against your head. He can’t wait for the sun to rise, illuminating you in the soft and warm morning light that radiates his life into his skin, but now Clark’s sure that you give him life.
The dream of having a home full of love and a partner whom you trust and love with everything not only belongs to you but Clark as well.
His ma told him to be patient and stay true to himself, and he’ll find his soulmate. You may not have been told those words, but deep down that hope had never died within you, only hiding in some sort of protection.
