“online fandom bestie that you once shared intense intimacies with but don’t really talk to anymore simply bc we drifted into new blorbo obsessions” is such a specific type of relationship that has to be impossible to explain to anyone who hasn’t experienced it
as a woman in the ozempics era you HAVE to have friends who eat normally (3-4 meals a day, no girl dinner bullshit) and who are always down to going to cafes and eating burguers and fries and stuff, I cannot stress how vital for your mental health it is to have friends with whom you feel free to say you're hungry at any time and with whom you feel free to eat as much as you want
warning: clark’s a worrier!! uhh energy drinks (projecting) slight overconsumption of caffeine, reader who is unaware of her surrounding (but only with clark) clark loves r so bad
a/n: first new thing i’ve written in a while hope u guys like xoxo, was js talking abt this w @alwritey-aphrodite and had to write smth for it <3 p short but im cooking some things up trust hehe
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Sometimes you scold yourself for being this amused at Clark’s worry for you. He’s been on a tangent about how bad energy drinks are for you, and yes, he’s right, but you can’t help the fact that he looks particularly cute with his brows furrowed and his cheeks a little flushed.
“Sweetheart you’ve gotta listen to me,” he sounded exasperated, and suddenly you felt bad. The poor guy was just trying to keep you alive for longer and here you were daydreaming about him. You hum and he continues.
“Baby you can’t have multiple of these a day, your hearts gonna give out someday,” he’s frowning, no doubt looking at the nutrition label and scrutinizing the caffeine content.
“I won’t, Clark,” he smiles, pressing his lips to your temple, “promise.”
“‘m gonna get frown lines because of you,” he huffs.
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It doesn’t take much convincing to get Clark to go anywhere with you. Frankly, he’s the biggest advocate for taking you anywhere just because of your sheer unawareness regarding your surroundings. He can’t even count the number of times he’s had to pull you back from crossing the street when the light was red. It wasn’t your fault really, or at least that’s what you insisted. You’d just remembered something to add to your grocery list! And you knew you’d forget about it if you hadn’t jotted it down right then. So Clark had taken on the role of being your eyes more often than not.
It usually worked like this: Clark’s arm was linked around your waist, maybe your hand, but last time you’d done the latter Clark had nearly pulled your arm out of the socket as you tried to cross the street, pulled back (with more force than he liked using) when a group of guys, maybe college aged, ran the red. So, for now, the waist for likely the best option for Clark’s peace of mind (and maybe just a little bit because he likes being close to you)
Sure, he could just ask you to pay more attention, but why would he? Knowing that you can let go around him happy! He likes that you can tell him about a coffee shop you’ve been meaning to go to while walking down the street. He likes knowing little things about you that, albeit concerning, are little parts of you nonetheless. He knows that he worries a lot (in fact, you got him a ‘Number #1 Worrier Plaque’ as a joke a week or two ago) but there’s nothing he would rather be the source of his worries than you.
need to see more of cozy clark so if i could pls request knit blankets and mr clark kent 😚😚 ty baby so excited to see what you write
— @inkluvs
this is so short but it actually may be my favorite... ily my darling angel
2025 Fall Blurbs
There’s something extra-special about autumn when you have someone to share it with. Sure, all the fall-themed activities are fun on your own, and a solo date to try a new cafe or find a childhood favorite treat can be the perfect way to spend an afternoon. But after not having someone for so long, there’s a little bit of magic in the mundane, including the changing of seasons.
And it doesn’t hurt that Clark Kent seems to just emit autumnal energy. There’s just something about him that makes it seem so right to see him all bundled up in a cozy sweater and a knit hat, or wandering the Halloween aisles at the store, or scoping out the best fall flavored drink at a nearby cafe. For lack of a better word, he’s cozy.
Which is why your favorite place to be on the early fall nights has quickly become tucked into the corner of his couch, watching as the sky fades to black while nestled underneath a thick, knit blanket.
You’d claim the blanket as your favorite as soon as you set your eyes on it, the way an animal chooses a favorite cushion and refuses to ever give it up. Clark didn’t mind, instead he just chuckles as he watches the way you dig through the pile of blankets that always end up in his living room to find your favorite. At this point, you refuse to even sit on the couch without it.
“You know, sometimes I think you just come over for the blanket,” he teases, leaning against the doorway that connects his living room with the kitchen. You give him a guilty smile, although you really don’t feel that bad.
“What gave it away?” You joke right back, wrapping the blanket even tighter around your shoulders. You let your grip loosen, though, when Clark disappears and re-emerges with dinner, which you normally help with but tonight, you were shooed out of the kitchen.
He said he’d wanted to surprise you, and despite the fact that you can clearly see into the kitchen from the couch, you’d been a good sport and dedicated all of your attention to the old sitcom reruns on the TV. You’d been able to smell something sweet baking the entire time, but you’d just assumed he’d gone above and beyond in typical Clark Kent fashion and made dessert too.
The dessert, apparently, is for dinner, and you can’t help but laugh when you see the two plates of cinnamon rolls Clark is bringing towards you.
“I don’t think this counts as dinner,” you quip, even as you gratefully reach for your plate.
“It’s a Friday, the rules are different,” he retorts, and you just hum in agreement, setting the warm plate in your lap and accepting the knife and fork held out to you. “Is there room for one more under that blanket of yours?”
“I’ve always got room for you,” you’d been aiming for playful, light and fun and in line with the banter that had been happening all evening. Instead, your words come out soft and gooey, sticky sweet and sincere.
warning: clark’s a worrier!! uhh energy drinks (projecting) slight overconsumption of caffeine, reader who is unaware of her surrounding (but only with clark) clark loves r so bad
a/n: first new thing i’ve written in a while hope u guys like xoxo, was js talking abt this w @alwritey-aphrodite and had to write smth for it <3 p short but im cooking some things up trust hehe
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Sometimes you scold yourself for being this amused at Clark’s worry for you. He’s been on a tangent about how bad energy drinks are for you, and yes, he’s right, but you can’t help the fact that he looks particularly cute with his brows furrowed and his cheeks a little flushed.
“Sweetheart you’ve gotta listen to me,” he sounded exasperated, and suddenly you felt bad. The poor guy was just trying to keep you alive for longer and here you were daydreaming about him. You hum and he continues.
“Baby you can’t have multiple of these a day, your hearts gonna give out someday,” he’s frowning, no doubt looking at the nutrition label and scrutinizing the caffeine content.
“I won’t, Clark,” he smiles, pressing his lips to your temple, “promise.”
“‘m gonna get frown lines because of you,” he huffs.
-
It doesn’t take much convincing to get Clark to go anywhere with you. Frankly, he’s the biggest advocate for taking you anywhere just because of your sheer unawareness regarding your surroundings. He can’t even count the number of times he’s had to pull you back from crossing the street when the light was red. It wasn’t your fault really, or at least that’s what you insisted. You’d just remembered something to add to your grocery list! And you knew you’d forget about it if you hadn’t jotted it down right then. So Clark had taken on the role of being your eyes more often than not.
It usually worked like this: Clark’s arm was linked around your waist, maybe your hand, but last time you’d done the latter Clark had nearly pulled your arm out of the socket as you tried to cross the street, pulled back (with more force than he liked using) when a group of guys, maybe college aged, ran the red. So, for now, the waist for likely the best option for Clark’s peace of mind (and maybe just a little bit because he likes being close to you)
Sure, he could just ask you to pay more attention, but why would he? Knowing that you can let go around him happy! He likes that you can tell him about a coffee shop you’ve been meaning to go to while walking down the street. He likes knowing little things about you that, albeit concerning, are little parts of you nonetheless. He knows that he worries a lot (in fact, you got him a ‘Number #1 Worrier Plaque’ as a joke a week or two ago) but there’s nothing he would rather be the source of his worries than you.
once you start typing in all lowercase you unfortunately kind of have to keep doing it forever or if you start capitalizing things people will think you’re either mad at them or having some kind of episode
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