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Summary: Sometimes, when you feel down for no obvious reason at all, your family comes to the rescue.
warnings: talks of mental health, depression, burn out, hurt/comfort, cute clark and babies
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Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
more kent family adventures here!
even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)
It happened so quietly that you almost didn't notice it yourself. You thought you were simply tired.
Work had been busier than usual. Maybe it had been deadlines, or some peer reviews that had been needlessly cruel, tearing your integrity apart and making you feel stupid. The workload followed you home, and your mind continued solving problems long after you had shut your laptop. Even on weekends, you caught yourself thinking about emails you still had to answer or tasks waiting for Monday morning.
So when you slept in an extra half hour one Saturday, you blamed the long week you had.
Then the half hour became an hour.
Then, one morning, you stared at the ceiling for nearly forty-five minutes before convincing yourself to get out of bed.
The house was already awake below you.
You heard laughter. Pots clinking. Little feet running across hardwood floors.
Normally, that sound would've had you smiling before your feet even touched the floor.
Today...you just felt tired. Heavy.
-
Clark noticed it immediately.
When you wandered downstairs, still wearing one of his old T-shirts and looking more exhausted than someone who had slept ten hours should, breakfast was already waiting.
"Morning," he greeted gently.
You smiled weakly. "Morning."
He leaned over and kissed your forehead.
A habit. One he'd never once forgotten.
"You feeling okay, honey?"
You shrugged. "I'm just tired."
He nodded. "Okay."
-
Leia noticed two days later.
Six-year-olds were observant in ways adults often forgot. Especially your six-year-old.
You had always been the first one outside with her after dinner.
You'd kick a soccer ball around the yard or help her practice riding her bike or simply sit on the porch while she chased butterflies.
That evening, you stayed on the couch instead.
"I'm gonna stay inside today, sweetheart."
Leia tilted her head. "But... outside is your favorite."
You gave her an apologetic smile. "It usually is."
She accepted the answer without question. But you caught her looking back at you through the window every few minutes while she played with Clark.
-
Jon toddled into your office one afternoon carrying his favorite stuffed dinosaur.
He held it up proudly. "Mommy."
You smiled. "What is it, buddy?"
He pushed the dinosaur into your hands. "For you."
"...For me?"
He nodded enthusiastically. "Dino make Jon happy. SoâŚ"
You blinked.
He carefully tucked the dinosaur under your arm.
"Dino make Mommy happy!"
Your eyes stung unexpectedly. You scooped him into your lap.
"Oh, sweetheart..."
He patted your cheek with his tiny hand."Mommy sad?"
You hesitated. "...A little."
He scrunched his nose, processing what you said.
Then he leaned in to kiss your nose.
"Better?"
-
You weren't better. Not really. You tried.
You forced yourself to fold laundry. Halfway through, you couldn't find the energy to finish.
You started washing dishes. Eventually Clark quietly finished them after you wandered away without realizing.
You hated the thought of showering, of the water or shower curtain hitting your skin.
The house wasn't falling apart. Clark was on top of things.Â
Somehow made you feel worse.
-
"I feel like I'm disappearing."
The words slipped out one evening as you sat on the edge of the bed.
Clark looked up immediately from where he'd been putting away freshly folded towels.
"What do you mean?"
You stared down at your hands. "I don't know."
He sat beside you.
"I just..." You searched desperately for words. "I don't feel like myself anymore."
Clark stayed quiet.
"I know I love you." You looked up at him. "I know I love the kids. I know I love my job."
Your voice became smaller, sniffling. "So why do I feel like this?"
He reached over slowly, taking your hand. "I don't know."
You nodded. "I wish I did."
"So do I."
Another long silence.
Then quietly, you whispered, "I'm scared."
Clark's thumb rubbed gently across your knuckles.
"What if I stay like this?"
He turned fully toward you.
"Then we'll get through it."
"What if Iâ"
"We." He corrected you, voice steady, "Not you. We.â
-
A few mornings later, you stayed in bed long after everyone else had gotten up.
You weren't asleep. You were just... lying there.
The curtains fluttered softly in the breeze. Birds chirped outside. You heard distant laughter downstairs. Then several sets of footsteps.
The bedroom door creaked open.
Clark peeked inside first. "There she is."
Behind him stood Leia. Behind Leia stood Jon.
Leia climbed onto the bed first. "I brought Bun-Bun." She carefully tucked her beloved stuffed bunny beside you, the same one she'd slept with every night since she was a baby.
"When I'm sad," she explained earnestly, "I hug Bun-Bun."
She smiled hopefully. "So maybe Bun-Bun can help."
Your heart melted. "Thank you, sweetheart."
Jon climbed up next. He proudly presented his dinosaur. "My favowite. For Mama."
"So he'll make me happy too?"
Jon nodded so enthusiastically he nearly tipped over. "Yep!"
Then he crawled directly into your lap, Leia following after.
Soon both children were snuggled against you beneath the blankets.
Clark smiled quietly beside you. âTreatment plan by Drs. Leia and Jon Kent.â
You laughed softly, perhaps for the first time in days.
Leia gasped. "You laughed!"
"I did."
She looked immensely pleased with herself.
-
Clark disappeared downstairs.
A few minutes later, he returned carrying a tray of tea, toast, some fruit, and one of your favorite muffins from the bakery downtown.
"I thought breakfast in bed sounded better today."
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
He set the tray beside you before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"The laundry's done."
You frowned. "You did it?"
He nodded. "Dishes too."
"I was going toâ"
"I know."
You looked down. "I feel bad."
Clark gently tilted your chin upward. "Why, baby?"
"Because you're doing everything."
He smiled softly. "I'm your husband."
"I know."
"This..." He glanced around the room. "...is part of the job description."
You huffed a tiny laugh. "I don't remember that in the vows."
"It was implied. When we renew our vows, I promise to be more specific."
-
By afternoon, Clark had another idea.
"No pressure," he said. "But..."
He held out your sneakers. "It's nice outside."
You looked toward the window. Sunlight poured across the yard.
"If all we do is sit on the porch..." He shrugged. "...that's enough."
You agreed.
The four of you walked just around the nearby trails.
Jon rode on Clark's shoulders for half of it, while Leia collected interesting rocks.
You walked slowly beside Clark, your fingers laced together.
The sunshine felt warm. The breeze was cool.
For the first time in what felt like forever, your chest felt just a little lighter.
Leia skipped back toward you suddenly.
"Mommy?"
"Yeah?"
She looked up curiously. "Why are you sad?"
You glanced at Clark.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
You knelt beside her.
"You know how sometimes..." you began carefully, "...you wake up grumpy?"
Leia nodded.
"Even when nothing happened?"
"Uh-huh."
"It's kind of like that."
"But bigger?" Her little face scrunched in concentration.
âYeah,â you nodded.
"So..." she searched carefully for understanding. "Nothing made you sad?"
You shook your head. "Sometimes our brains get tired."
Leia looked thoughtful. "Like legs?"
You smiled. "A little."
Leia seemed to understand this, "When I run lots, my legs need rest."
"Exactly."
She nodded decisively. "So your brain needs rest?"
"It does."
Leia thought about that for another moment. Then she reached over and took your hand. "Okay."
"...Okay?"
"I hold Mommyâs hand." She smiled brightly. "So you and your brain are not lonely while you rest."
Your eyes immediately filled.
Clark looked away briefly, smiling to himself.
"You know," he said quietly, "I think that's an excellent idea, little star."
Leia looked very proud.
That evening, after the kids had fallen asleep, you and Clark sat together on the porch swing beneath a sky full of stars.
"I still feel guilty," you admitted.
"For what?"
"You've been carrying everything."
Clark was quiet for a long moment. Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Do you remember after Jon was born?"
You nodded.
"You felt guilty then too."
"I did."
"What did I tell you?"
You smiled faintly. âThat you can carry this family until I am ready to help you carry it again.â
Clark nodded. "And I meant it."
You leaned your head against his shoulder. "I just don't feel like Iâm enough lately."
He kissed your hair. "I know."
"I feel like..." You sighed shakily, â...like I don't have much love to give."
Clark was quiet for a few seconds. Then he turned just enough to look at you. "Then I'll love us all enough for both of us."
You blinked. "What?"
His blue eyes never left yours. "You've spent years loving me through my hardest days. So please, let me love you through yours."
The weight in your chest didn't disappear overnight. Healing rarely worked that way.
You didn't have to climb out of the darkness by yourself.
The people who loved you had already climbed in beside you.
And together, they would walk with you until you found the sunlight again.
I hope this break gives you the chance to rest, and reconnect with what you enjoy about writing. Your ideas deserve to come through as clearly as possible, and some extra attention during editing could make your work feel even stronger!
This means a lot! I always feel like Iâm in a rush to bring something out for some reason𼲠with so many ideas, thereâs a moment where sometimes it canât come out with words when writing lol. But yeah I hope my writing break gives me time, who knows!
My adventures with Superman szn 3 spoilers and fic ideas below!!
Can we talk about EP5 the Death of Superman? Like omg? Clark using all he has to save reader, where then he looses those powers.
Or in EP6 when theyâre at the gala, and Clark jumps in front of the gun for the kids, but reader comes out from the corner and the guard shoots reader instead. Maybe a shot to the leg, or something. Where Clark grovels that Superman wasnât there to save you when your life was on the line. Where his powers was still gone, leaving him hopeless that this happened to you. The guilt that floods him, helpless where his sense of identity was gone, yet you reassure him that he would get hurt too from the gun if it went off on him.
Iâve heard in the comics itâs him using all the solar radiation he has in his body to fight off the kryptonite, where his powers is temporarily gone. But comes back to him later on and thatâs what I really hope happens in this season
Cause oh man can my poor boy get a break, heâs been talking down on himself too much last 2 episodes, Clark needs a big hug PLEASE.đđ
To anyone that wanted to see where Iâve been at!
Apologies for being inactive, life things came up, had to put my dog down last week, so havenât been as active as I thought I would be on this blog. Grieving, then also learning how to be okay being alone for a while and I know Iâll be okay! Trying to slowly trickle back, and hopefully yall will stick around!đĽš
Notes: Currently at her concert the moment this is posted hehe...Inspired by Olivia Dean's Art of Loving album!! Check out my masterlist and Kent Fam of 3 masterlist!!
Summary:Â The art of loving between you and Clark. The beautiful moments of loving.
Warnings: Fluff, Clark and readers' beautiful and difficult moments, small mention of the passing of a sibling, yet 2 lovebirds loving each other through everything <3
Meeting Clark was one of the best moments in your life, you would say. Two kids, the boy who helped you with a scrape on your knee at the playground in kindergarten. The boy who told you itâs okay when tears rushed to your eyes from it.
The care and compassion that sparked between the two of you. Something so beautiful, yet you couldnât exactly point out this feeling. Where love comes in all different forms, and you were ever so grateful you got to experience every single one of them with your forever lover.
The love he had for you since crossing paths with him in the playground, loving you for who you are, as he got to grow with you, experiencing the great moments, and yet the hard moments.
And he still loved you through it.
Moments of achieving an exam, or getting into the dream job you wanted. Where he supported and cheered you on. âIâm proud of you always sweetheart always,â he said lovingly before kissing a small peck to your temple, a proud grin on his face that he got to celebrate with you. "Italian tonight?"
"You know too well, Smallville," before reaching into his lips in a fits of giggles.
Or when grief took over, he was there when you lost your sister. Being there in every moment to make you meals when you forgot to eat, or when silence filled the air, he was there to talk about his day, to help you feel that you weren't alone in your own thoughts.
As he took the time listening to you when you wanted to ramble about how you felt, and always opened his arms whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, even just to cry. Wanting to take away your pain, to do anything to ease you.
"I got you, I got you," whispering soothingly, letting you cry it out, knowing how grief shouldn't be kept in. His hand rubbing up and down your back, reassuring you it's okay to cry it out, where it shouldn't be shamed upon.
But it went the same for him. His awards from high schoolâwhere you were there for him within every ceremony, cheering and supporting him within the crowds. His eyes that land on yours proudly. Happily.
And moments when he discovered his powers. His fears and questionsâbut you loved him through it. Through the questions, through the learning. âI still love you, Clark. You're just as human, Iâm with you in this, I promise okay? Iâm proud of you,â as you brought him to your arms, holding him closer for him to know you're not going anywhere.
Where that itself helps him keep doing what he does, because you were proud of him.
When he finally asked you to be his. He was nervous. Cause Superman never gets nervous, right? But with you, it was different. Someone he loved to the point he couldn't speak. His love for you bloomed more and more when your eyes caught his. Just the farmboy who always tripped over his shoes with you.
And you were bubbling with so much love. Knowing you wanted him just as much, where you knew he was only just nervous.Â
The planned date on the other side of town, the small diner that you mentioned briefly one time, the one you always wanted to go to.Â
And he remembered.
Pink lilies in one hand, as he was met with you when your front door opened, being beautiful as ever. Your light yellow sundress, the softness of your skin, your eyes that glimmered with love just like his. âU-Uh hey,â he said nervously before composing himself. âThese are for you,â
âThese are beautiful Clark thank you,â as you took the flowers from his hand, then reached in for a hug of thank you for his kindness and for his love that he continually poured for you. But also for the love you had for him, too.
His cheeks blooming into a pink hue, a feeling he would never get sick of. âAnything for you.â
And throughout the years of loving each other you had a hidden surprise you always dreamt of. Something that shook you to the core one night. The pregnancy test that lied on the bathroom countertop, your tears that washed over you in joy.
 Clark catching you in the bathroom, noticing your tears, the worry until his eyes shiftedâto the test. His heart fluttering in joy, looking back at your gaze for confirmation that if he was seeing thingâs right. âRâReally?â
âY-Yeah IâI canât believe it were having a baby,â you hiccuped in between tears, the joy that washed over you in the best way possible. Before presenting the test closer to him. âAnother one to share the love too.â
His heart that warms up, as his tears reflected yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up in bliss. Spinning you as you both giggled through the tears, his lips capturing yours. âI love you always, thank you for letting me in your life, for trusting me in everything,â you murmured against his lips.
âGolly I love you much moreâand I can say the same for you honey, so much more. Thank you for believing in me,â he said before going back to connect his lips with yours once more.
Where loves never wasted when it was shared between the both of you, and more love to share to your future family.
The way he fills you is surreal. The thickness of him makes your gummy walls stretch to their limit, warm and wet while they grip him tight.
He groans lowly once his hips are flush against yours, your thighs spread wide to make space for his huge body.
You're so full, pussy completely yielding around his heavy cock, and Clark can see that there's not a single thought left in that pretty head of yours.
He presses down on your lower belly and just grinds his hips against yours, rubbing against your g-spot, his fat head brushing your cervix.
You squirm at the feeling of him throbbing deep in you, breathlessly whining out, âClark.â
âIt's so much to take, baby, I know. But you're doing so good,â he assures, leaning down to kiss your jaw. âMy good girl.â
Every thrust empties you completely before filling you to the brim again. Over and over, he fucks into you, feeling the way your body struggles to fit his girthy cock even though youâre delighted to have him in you.
âBreathe, baby, breathe,â he reminds you when your little whines and mewls turn into quick, shallow gasps. You try to obey but struggle a little because it feels like youâre so full of him that thereâs no space left for air.
And when you two are done, you end up stuffed full of his cum, the thick, creamy liquid warm as it pools against your cervix. It coats your inner walls and drips out of you, dribbling down your ass to gather underneath you on the bed. Clark is quick to help you into a pair of panties so your sore pussy doesnât waste a single drop of his sticky release <3
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Notes: Currently at her concert the moment this is posted hehe...Inspired by Olivia Dean's Art of Loving album!! Check out my masterlist and Kent Fam of 3 masterlist!!
Summary:Â The art of loving between you and Clark. The beautiful moments of loving.
Warnings: Fluff, Clark and readers' beautiful and difficult moments, small mention of the passing of a sibling, yet 2 lovebirds loving each other through everything <3
Meeting Clark was one of the best moments in your life, you would say. Two kids, the boy who helped you with a scrape on your knee at the playground in kindergarten. The boy who told you itâs okay when tears rushed to your eyes from it.
The care and compassion that sparked between the two of you. Something so beautiful, yet you couldnât exactly point out this feeling. Where love comes in all different forms, and you were ever so grateful you got to experience every single one of them with your forever lover.
The love he had for you since crossing paths with him in the playground, loving you for who you are, as he got to grow with you, experiencing the great moments, and yet the hard moments.
And he still loved you through it.
Moments of achieving an exam, or getting into the dream job you wanted. Where he supported and cheered you on. âIâm proud of you always sweetheart always,â he said lovingly before kissing a small peck to your temple, a proud grin on his face that he got to celebrate with you. "Italian tonight?"
"You know too well, Smallville," before reaching into his lips in a fits of giggles.
Or when grief took over, he was there when you lost your sister. Being there in every moment to make you meals when you forgot to eat, or when silence filled the air, he was there to talk about his day, to help you feel that you weren't alone in your own thoughts.
As he took the time listening to you when you wanted to ramble about how you felt, and always opened his arms whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, even just to cry. Wanting to take away your pain, to do anything to ease you.
"I got you, I got you," whispering soothingly, letting you cry it out, knowing how grief shouldn't be kept in. His hand rubbing up and down your back, reassuring you it's okay to cry it out, where it shouldn't be shamed upon.
But it went the same for him. His awards from high schoolâwhere you were there for him within every ceremony, cheering and supporting him within the crowds. His eyes that land on yours proudly. Happily.
And moments when he discovered his powers. His fears and questionsâbut you loved him through it. Through the questions, through the learning. âI still love you, Clark. You're just as human, Iâm with you in this, I promise okay? Iâm proud of you,â as you brought him to your arms, holding him closer for him to know you're not going anywhere.
Where that itself helps him keep doing what he does, because you were proud of him.
When he finally asked you to be his. He was nervous. Cause Superman never gets nervous, right? But with you, it was different. Someone he loved to the point he couldn't speak. His love for you bloomed more and more when your eyes caught his. Just the farmboy who always tripped over his shoes with you.
And you were bubbling with so much love. Knowing you wanted him just as much, where you knew he was only just nervous.Â
The planned date on the other side of town, the small diner that you mentioned briefly one time, the one you always wanted to go to.Â
And he remembered.
Pink lilies in one hand, as he was met with you when your front door opened, being beautiful as ever. Your light yellow sundress, the softness of your skin, your eyes that glimmered with love just like his. âU-Uh hey,â he said nervously before composing himself. âThese are for you,â
âThese are beautiful Clark thank you,â as you took the flowers from his hand, then reached in for a hug of thank you for his kindness and for his love that he continually poured for you. But also for the love you had for him, too.
His cheeks blooming into a pink hue, a feeling he would never get sick of. âAnything for you.â
And throughout the years of loving each other you had a hidden surprise you always dreamt of. Something that shook you to the core one night. The pregnancy test that lied on the bathroom countertop, your tears that washed over you in joy.
 Clark catching you in the bathroom, noticing your tears, the worry until his eyes shiftedâto the test. His heart fluttering in joy, looking back at your gaze for confirmation that if he was seeing thingâs right. âRâReally?â
âY-Yeah IâI canât believe it were having a baby,â you hiccuped in between tears, the joy that washed over you in the best way possible. Before presenting the test closer to him. âAnother one to share the love too.â
His heart that warms up, as his tears reflected yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up in bliss. Spinning you as you both giggled through the tears, his lips capturing yours. âI love you always, thank you for letting me in your life, for trusting me in everything,â you murmured against his lips.
âGolly I love you much moreâand I can say the same for you honey, so much more. Thank you for believing in me,â he said before going back to connect his lips with yours once more.
Where loves never wasted when it was shared between the both of you, and more love to share to your future family.
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