Someone really needs to write a good Benedict Bridgerton x reader fanfic with time travel. Maybe sheās a 21st-century girl who loves technology and doesnāt really believe in love ā and suddenly ends up in his time! Sheād be so eccentric to them, with all her informality and everything. I can totally see her complaining about all the dress layers and missing her pants, doing things that are totally normal in her time but would be nearly scandalous to them ā and she wouldnāt even realize it. I can even picture her asking someone to sew pockets into her dresses hahaha. Thereās so much fun stuff you could do with this, if I knew how to write, Iād have done it already. Please, someone write it!
pairing: benedict bridgerton x present day!reader.
summary: a young woman who's lost perhaps forever her faith in true romantic love but has found a new passion immersing herself in reading and learning history founds herself in a difficult position when she founds a beautiful clock on her favorite antic store. now in the XVII century she's met face to face with all the things she admired but would it be just as she imagined?.
warnings: misogyny due the time this is set. angsty at first but y'all know me, i'm a sucker for hurt/comfort. forced marriage. slow burn. not much i want this to be mostly fluff and fun. eventual smut. english is not my first language.
šš poppy talksā Ė ļ½„ inspired by this post a found some time ago by @ivanttier tho i gave it my little twist, thank you sm for this idea stranger. let me know if you want to be in the taglist.
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imagine a Peter Parker x Stark!Reader fic where sheās Tonyās daughter, and when sheās around 11, she has the biggest crush on Peter. like, Peterās already a teenager ā way too old for her ā and heās super embarrassed about it, but also kinda flattered. and she swears sheās gonna marry him someday (like a very determined little Stark would), and even writes āMrs. Parker-Starkā on a tiny Iron Man helmet š„¹
and of course Tony thinks itās hilarious and keeps teasing Peter like
āif you break her heart, I break your legs.ā š
then the Blip happens!!!! Peter disappears.
five years later when heās back ā surprise ā sheās now the same age as him. a teenager. smart, sarcastic, confident ā a full-on Starkā¢ ā and now they go to school together.
and now Peter is the one completely flustered and head over heels.
and sheāll casually say stuff like
āyou still havenāt proposed againā¦ Iām waiting for the lollipop.ā
and he just melts.
likeā¦ imagine the teenage romcom energy + Tony Stark legacy + soft moments, awkward tension and full-on cute flashbacks š
someone please write this?? or letās scream about it together??
summary: when clark kent stumbles into a 24 hour vet clinic with his unconscious side-kick, the last thing he expects to find is maybe the only person in metropolis who can handle krypto. Itās an extra bonus that sheās beautiful too.
warnings: swearing, fluff
notes: I loved this movie and I loved this version of clark kent. and I totally ran away with this idea. please enjoy <3
*yn* always liked the clinic at night.
The phone barely rang, the waiting room wasn't flooded with neurotic purse dogs yapping at anything that moved, no owners complaining that she couldn't magically click her fingers and make their beloved fur babies well-trained.
It gave her time to focus on what she really cared about. The animals.
Working nights at a 24 hour vet clinic also meant that usually anyone who stepped through the front door, was dealing with an emergency.
She liked it though. The pressure. The adrenaline. Feeling like she's actually made a difference when she manages to bring an animal back from the brink.
Tonight was not one of those nights. It had been quiet. The only person who'd come through the door was a tourist asking for directions to Metropolis City Hall.
She stared at her computer screen. Cupcake's intake form stared back at her.
Chihuahua. 3 years old. Overweight. Biting warning. Aggressive. Reactive. Overdue for almost every vaccination. She scrolled through the checklist, checking off each box in turn. Her pointer finger hit the mouse just a fraction harder everytime she clicked off a box.
"Isn't there medication you can give her or something? To calm her down?"
"Ma'am, Cupcake isn't suffering from anxiety. She just needs some training so she learns not to bark at everyone that walks past her."
"So what, now I can't control my dog?"
"Ma'am-"
"You know what, I think I'll take Cupcake to that new vet that's opened up down the block. Take her to someone who actually cares about helping animals."
*yn* leant back in her chair, the interaction from earlier that afternoon playing over in her head on a loop.
"Fucking idiot." She muttered.
She glanced up at the clock on the wall. The paw shaped clock hand ticked slowly.
It was nearly quarter to twelve.
Almost time for her to clock off.
She tried to focus back on the soft blue light of the computer screen in front of her. She couldn't leave for the day until she finished typing up her shift report , but her mind kept wandering.
Her phone buzzed on the desk.
Running late sorry. Had to evacuate the subway again - metahuman flooded the station! :(
A sigh escaped her lips. Lucy was meant to be here at eleven thirty so they could do the shift handover before the next vet tech on shift got here at midnight.
*yn* had already sent Will, the vet tech on her shift, home for the night. It meant that she'd be manning the fort on her own for at least another thirty minutes.
She responded to Lucy letting her know it was fine and not to stress before placing her phone back down.
She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache begin to creep up the back of her skull. The last twelve hours were starting to take its toll.
She pushed out of the chair, stretching her stiff limbs.
Tea. She needed tea.
The sound of her sneakers squeaking on the laminate bounced off the walls. A car honked in the distance.
It was so quiet that she could hear the tiny huffs and snorings emanating from the animals being kept overnight in observation.
Her hand wrapped around the handle of the rusting kettle.
A sharp series of rapid knocks made her jump and jerk her hand back, causing the kettle to topple off the counter. The lid swung open halfway on its journey to the floor, causing water to soak her front.
"Fuck!" She cursed as the kettle crashed loudly on the ground.
If the water had been boiled, she'd have been taking a very urgent trip to the ER.
"I'm coming - shit!" She hissed as she tried to clumsily ring her scrubs out.
The knocking continued as she hurried out into the waiting area.
They always locked the front door after hours. The locals knew there were drugs galore in here. *yn* had very quickly learnt that they weren't particularly fussy about whether they were intended for humans or not.
There was a man standing at the door. It was hard to make out his features in the dark. What she could tell was that he was huge, his imposing frame nearly engulfing the whole glass panel.
As she got closer to the door, she realised he was holding a bundle of white fur. Almost blinding so. Like it had been carved from fresh snow.
She paused for a split second.
She was acutely aware that she was alone in here. And it wouldn't be the first time that someone had tried to use a stray to get inside.
"Please! You have to help us!" The man's voice was muted as it tried to pierce through the thick glass.
*yn* glanced back down at the bundle in his arms. It was unmoving.
That made her decision for her.
She slid the deadbolt out of the latch and stepped aside, allowing the man to tumble in.
The fluorescent light allowed *yn* to finally get a look at him. A mass of black curls on top of his head, a face framed by thick glasses that were sitting lopsided on the bridge of his nose.
That was all she took note of before she focused her attention on the animal in his arms.
A dog.
"Thank you - I just- I came home and I didn't know what to do and I just googled the closest emergency vet and I-"
"Follow me. What happened?" *yn* asked him as she crossed the waiting room to open the door that led to the consultation rooms.
"I-I don't know I just came home and he was unconscious, I tried to rouse him but nothing was working."
"Just put him here." She gestured to the table in the middle of the small room.
"He's breathing, I could hear- I checked his pulse." The man continued as he placed the dog down gently.
"Well, that's a good first step." *yn* ripped two fresh gloves out of the dispenser.
"He couldn't have eaten anything? Chocolate? Medicine left out?"
"No." He shook his head adamantly. The sticky thwack of the gloves encasing her hands rung out through the room.
"Ok. That's good." She nodded as she rounded the table.
Her heart was beating fast, but she was calm. The headache had dissipated. The adrenaline that she was addicted too had taken hold.
"I'm going to have to ask you to step out while I take a look at him sir." She instructed without looking up as she began to press her hands against the dog's ribs.
"What- no I can't-"
"Sir." She cut him off firmly. "I'm not asking."
"But-"
"Sir-"
"It's Clark."
She glanced up at him, noting the expression on his features. She'd seen that look a thousand times before.
Pure fear. Panic. Confusion. The guilt that he might have been the one to cause this.
"Clark." She softened her tone. "I'm *yn*. And I understand how you must feel right now. But in order to give your dog the best medical attention that I can, I need to be a hundred percent focused and I can't do that with you in the room."
He opened his mouth as if to argue, but promptly shut it and nodded.
"Ok." She nodded back. "What's his name?"
"It's uh-" Her brow furrowed, peering up at him through her lashes when he paused. "It's Dog."
She nodded, unphased.
"I've heard a lot worse, trust me."
She remembered to shoot him a small smile, hoping it would somehow ease his worry.
"Dog is in safe hands. I promise."
Clark jiggled his leg up and down. The fluorescent light hummed above him.
It had felt like hours had passed since he'd crammed himself into the small waiting chair.
He could hear the vet, *yn* she'd said her name was, moving around in the room behind him.
His ears picked up her soothing voice.
"You're very handsome, has anyone told you that before?"
He leant his head back against the plaster, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to calm himself down.
"You're going to be just fine, gorgeous boy. I'm going to take very good care of you."
His heart warmed. Krypto was indeed in very safe hands, he could tell already.
After what felt like an eternity, he could hear the squeaking sound of *yn*'s sneakers getting louder. Clark shot up out of the chair the second the door swung open.
"How is he?"
Now that she wasn't in sink or swim mode, she could finally look at the owner of her patient properly.
The thick frames that she identified earlier were covering kind, blue eyes. The glasses were still crooked, sliding down the bridge of his nose like they were trying to escape. The black mass of curls were perfectly tendrilled, flopping down over his forehead.
His body was wrapped in a jacket. There was a tuft of red material poking out of the left pocket.
His frame seemed even bigger than she remembered. His thighs looked like they could be the size of her torso, his biceps the size of her head.
He was stupidly good looking, she quickly realised.
The tense look on his face made her snap back into reality.
She cleared her throat, "So far, Dog seems completely fine."
Clark let out an audible sigh of relief.
"I did an ultrasound and a physical and couldn't detect anything abnormal, apart from some bruising that's starting to form around his skull." She placed her stethescope around her neck.
"I did a quick scan, there's some slight swelling around the brain but nothing that seems to be of any concern. Looks like he might have taken a bump to the head."
Clark frowned. "I don't understand."
"I've seen it happen before. Dogs get a bit too excited, run into a tree chasing a ball or a coffee table or something and stun themselves."
"Are you- are you saying that he knocked himself out?" Clark queried in disbelief.
*yn* shoved her hands into the pockets of her scrubs. "Until I run a few more tests and get the results of the bloods back, that's my best guess right now. Yeah."
"I guess that explains the dint in the- wall." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a groan. "What the hay, dog." He mumbled to himself.
*yn* raised a brow in amusement. "Did you just say 'what the hay' unironically?"
Clark blinked. Now that he knew Krypto was ok, he looked at her. Really looked at her.
Covered head to toe in pink scrubs adorned with dog bone shapes. Scrubs that were soaked through the front, clinging to her skin. Hair scraped back. Dark rings under eyes that seemed to sparkle. Lips twisted in a bemused smirk.
Beautiful.
"What can I say, you uh- you can take the boy out of Kansas, but can't take Kansas out of the boy?"
That elicited a small chuckle from her. The mood lightened between the two.
"Well if you grew up in Kansas, you must know a thing or two about animals." She answered as she crossed the waiting area to the reception desk.
"You mean I must know a thing or two about cows, right?"
"I wasn't going to say it but..." She shrugged innocently as she opened a fresh intake form on the computer.
"I can't talk though, I've lived in Metropolis my whole life so I guess that makes me an expert in what...rats and squirrels?"
Clark chuckled at that. He pushed his glasses back up the slope of his nose.
"I've given Dog just a little something for the pain and a shot to try and rouse him." *yn* explained, slipping back into vet mode as she typed out Dog's symptoms.
"Thanks. How much is the bill for all this?"
*yn* swotted his question away with her hand. "Don't worry about it."
Clark frowned. "I insist."
"It's fine, honestly. I didn't have to do much. I'm just glad he's ok."
Clark smiled at her. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."
"It's nothing." She dismissed him, feeling herself growing slightly nervous under his gaze. "If it's ok with you though, I'd like to keep him overnight in observation, just to make sure it's nothing more sinister."
"Oh uh-" Clark cut himself off as he tried to think of an excuse. The last thing he needed was Krypto waking up and tearing this place apart.
*yn* glanced up at him over the computer screen.
"I think I'd rather just take him home, he can get a bit antsy. He's not very well trained."
"Trust me, we'll be fine. Our whole lives here are pretty much spent dealing with untrained pets."
"I appreciate that it's just- um- well he's- how do I put this-"
A loud crash echoed down the hallway. Clark didn't need super hearing to know what room it came from.
"What the-" *yn* sprung into action, hurrying down the hallway. Clark was hot on her heels.
She yanked open the door to the consultation room. *yn*'s jaw dropped. Clark nearly collided into her back as she stopped short of breaching the entryway.
Floating a few inches off the table, was Dog.
He was still groggy, but most definitely awake. He was swaying slightly from side to side in the air.
*yn* glanced down at the floor. The surgical light had been knocked over.
"Ok." She swallowed as she inched into the room. "Guess I'll need to add 'flying' to his patient chart."
"I can explain-"
Clark however, did not get a chance to explain.
The second he spoke, Dog's face jerked up. It was like Clark's voice were smelling salts, shocking him into consciousness.
*yn* noticed that one of his ears was permanently flapped up.
A ball of white shot across the room. *yn* yelped, jumping out of the way before he could crash into her. Clark however, wasn't so lucky.
Dog barrelled into him, knocking him clean off his feet. He landed with a loud thud on his back. *yn* twisted around to see Dog jumping up and down on Clark's chest, his tail wagging so fast it was like a windshield wiper on steroids.
"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" Clark protested, barely able to get the words out as Dog covered his face with licks.
"Krypto?" *yn* queried as she rose to her full height.
At the sound of his name, Krypto turned to look at her. He tilted his head, his big eyes locked on her. He stepped off Clark's chest and took a few steps towards her.
Luckily, that was enough of a distraction for Clark to lunge forward and scoop him up in his arms.
"Stop it, hey settle dog, please." Clark begged as Krypto struggled against his steel like grip.
*yn* had to do something, if he got loose she didn't want to know what kind of carnage he could wreak in here.
"Hey, it's ok." *yn* spoke calmly, closing the gap between her and Clark. If this didn't work, it was going to have to be a tranquilliser.
"I'm not going to hurt you." She reassured him. Dog stopped struggling as she slowly extended a hand out. He watched it curiously, but didn't squirm away, as it came to rest on his spine.
She began to run soothing strokes down his back. Clark felt Krypto relax in his arms.
"I know, the vet is a scary place huh?" Krypto licked her hand in acknowledgment.
Clark looked up at her in disbelief. It was pretty much impossible to control this dog, and she'd somehow managed to subdue him in less than thirty seconds.
Once she was sure that Dog, or Krypto, was calm, she fixed her attention on Clark.
"So, you wanna explain to me how you managed to get ahold of Superman's dog?"
Clark swallowed. "It's kind of a....foster situation."
*yn*'s brow quirked up, indicating that explanation wasn't going to exactly cut it.
Clark paused, debating whether or not to say anything, before finally relenting. "I know Superman, sort of. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet."
"Oh." The name rung a bell. "You're Clark Kent?"
He nodded.
"Yeah. I know you, I've read your articles. You interview him a lot."
"Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky." He laughed awkwardly, shoving his glasses back up his nose again. "Anyway Superman is a busy guy y'know? Always out saving the day. I babysit Krypto sometimes when he's out doing all that awesome hero stuff."
Krypto looked up at him at that. He let out a small growl. Clark shot him a warning look, which *yn* luckily didn't notice.
*yn* glanced back down at Krypto. "Well, that's very kind of you." She moved her hand to scratch under his chin.
"Maybe next time you see Superman you can ask him if Krypto's up to date with all his shots. If he's not, tell him to bring him in." She glanced up at Clark through her lashes.
"If dogs from outer space even need them." She tacked on quickly. "They're a bit beyond my expertise I'm afraid. Shockingly, we didn't learn about superdogs in vet school."
Clark let out a chuckle and nodded shyly.
"I'll be sure to ask him."
āOk, good.ā She nodded. A heartbeat of silence passed between them.
"So when you said before 'that explains the dint in the wall', you actually meant the-"
"The ceiling mmhmm. Yep." Clark nodded.
He glanced down at her wet scrubs. *yn* caught his gaze before he could look away.
"Don't ask."
"Wasn't going to." His brows quirked up.
She folded her arms, "let's just say, it can be added to the list of Krypto's casualties alongside the lamp and your ceiling."
Their mouths simultaneously quivered before bursting into laughter.
A fortnight or so had gone by since the whole 'flying dog in the middle of the night' incident.
While her mind every so often wandered to thoughts of the chaotic duo, it was always quickly dragged back to the all consuming reality of her patients, customers and staff.
The longer time ticked on, the more that *yn* was starting to convince herself that the whole experience had been some sort of a hallucination as a result of severe sleep deprivation.
"Hey, you ok if I duck out and grab something to eat?"
*yn* looked up from the bandage she was currently redressing on a grumpy Persian, Tuna, to see Will standing at the door. "Yeah of course, take thirty."
It was only early evening and the start of their night shift, *yn* wasn't expecting it to pick up until a bit later on.
"Awesome, thanks *yn*."
"Oh grab me a redbull while you're out and you can make it forty!" She called out after him.
She heard him shout back an acknowledgment as she focused her attention back on Tuna who was begin to squirm in her arms. "Nearly done buddy." She muttered.
She had just placed Tuna back in his cage when she heard the shrill bell of the front door opening.
"Will, you can beg all you want but you're not getting the company card." She teased as she came out into the front area.
"Not Will, I'm afraid." A deep, amused voice answered.
Clark's gorgeous smile greeted her near the desk. She tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped.
Nope, definitely not Will the gangly freckled vet tech.
"Nice to see you coming in here conscious this time buddy." *yn*'s eyes lit up at the sight of Krypto in his arms. His tail started wagging at the sight of her.
"Not for lack of trying, believe me." Clark answered her as she closed the distance between them to give Krypto a scratch behind the ears.
*yn* seemed more excited to see Krypto than him. Clark kind of loved it.
"I hope you don't mind us dropping in. Krypto has been limping a bit on his front right leg."
Concern flashed across her features.
"I was wondering if you could take a look?"
"Yeah of course, I can take a look now."
Clark followed her through to the same consultation room. He noticed that the lamp had been fixed since they'd last been here.
Clark had only just placed Krypto down onto the table when the front door chime rang out again.
She withheld a sigh. Maybe it was going to be a long night.
"Sorry, I'll just be a moment." She shot him an apologetic look.
"No problem, take your time."
"Try not to take out the lamp again." She teased Krypto before heading back out into the corridor.
Clark's eyes followed her the whole way there.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she made her way out into the waiting area.
The very familiar yapping of a certain chihuahua filled her ears. Shit. It was indeed going to be a long night.
Sure enough, the lady from a few weeks prior stood in the middle of the room. Cupcake's yapping only increased when she spotted *yn*.
Maybe they needed to implement a 24 hour locked door protocol.
*yn* painted on a fake smile. "Hi ma'am, how can I help you?"
The lady's lips curled up into a snear.
"Exactly the vet I was hoping to see."
"Is everything alright with Cupcake?"
The lady scoffed. "Don't pretend to care about my dog now."
*yn*'s smile dropped. If she got accused of not caring about her human customers, she'd probably shrug her shoulders and agree. Humans could definitely suck.
But she always cared about the animals. Always. Even if they were misbehaved, it was always due to trauma inflicted by humans or lack of training.
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard me. I went to the other vet and when I tried to claim the bill through my insurance they told me I couldn't because I'd already come to see you."
"Ma'am it was your decision to go get a second opinion-"
"I only had to get a second opinion because you refused to help me." The lady's cheeks were going pink with anger. "The other vet was more than happy to help me."
*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that vet from veterinary school. He'd do just about anything an owner asked of him if it meant it made him money, even if it wasn't in the best interests of the animal.
"And now I'm four thousand dollars out of pocket because of you."
*yn*'s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she focused back in on the woman's ranting. Four thousand fucking dollars? She bit her tongue to stop herself from asking if he'd prescribed medication dipped in gold.
"While I'm very glad that you've found a solution for Cupcake, I'm not sure what you want from me exactly."
The woman let out a bitter laugh. "What I want is for your clinic to cover the cost. It's your incompetence that caused all of this."
*yn* gritted her teeth. It was becoming harder by the second to stay professional. "I'm afraid that's not possible ma'am."
"Well that's just not good enough. I want to speak to your manager."
*yn* cocked her head and gestured to herself. "You're speaking to her."
The woman's neck was turning a concerning shade of purple.
"Is this some kind of joke? What sort of joint are you running here? Scamming people out of there hard earned money and taking advantage of their love for their animals. It's a disgrace. You shouldn't be allowed to call yourself a vet-"
"Is everything ok out here?"
*yn* turned around at the sound of Clark's voice. He looked different. His back was stiff, his chest puffed. He somehow looked even taller than usual.
He stood beside her. His eyes ran over *yn* briefly. Assessing. He noted the way her face was taught, like she was trying to hide the impact the words were having on her.
He turned to look at the woman. His face was stony. Hard set.
Cupcake stopped barking at the lady's feet.
"Nothing that's any of your business. Although, word of advice - go to a different vet clinic while you can."
"No, I don't think I will." Clark answered, his tone clipped. "I think *yn* is an excellent vet. Probably the best in Metropolis. She cares deeply about animals and loves her job. It's a shame that you can't see that."
*yn* looked up at Clark in shock.
The lady's face soured even further. If that was possible.
"If she loved animals she would have helped Cupcake-"
"I was trying to." *yn* cut her off, the restraints around her tongue finally loosening free. "It's not my fault that you can't be bothered to train her. But hey, go ahead and drug her up with some meds that she doesn't need and might give her heart failure to make your life easier. Cause you're the one who loves her, right?"
"How dare you-"
"I think you should leave." Clark cut her off firmly. His eyes were blazing with unspoken emotions.
*yn* didn't even think it was possible for Clark to get angry. He came across so gentle. Clearly she was wrong.
The lady opened her mouth to respond but seemed to possess enough common sense realise it was a fight that she wasn't going to win.
"I will be leaving a very honest google review of this place." She snapped. "Come on Cupcake, let's go."
"Looking forward to it." *yn* shot her a sarcastic smile, watching as the lady tugged on Cupcake's leash harshly, dragging her out into the cool spring air.
*yn* released a breath that she didnāt know she was holding as the door rattled shut. She turned to Clark.
āIām sorry about that.ā
Clark looked down at her, his brow furrowed. Humans could be so strange sometimes.
āWhy are you apologising? She was awful to you.ā
āIāve copped worse.ā *yn* let out a somewhat strangled laugh. Her attempt to lighten the mood crashed and burned.
Clarkās frown lines deepened. āAre you ok? That was horrible. You didn't deserve that.ā Clark placed a hand just above her elbow.
*yn* tried to ignore the way her skin seemed to ignite under his touch.
"Yeah I'm fine."
āI hope you know that nothing she said was true.ā
She nodded. āThank you.ā
āFor all the things you said.ā She clarified when she saw confusion flash across his features.
āI was just telling the truth. You are an incredible vet. That lady would have been lucky to have you look after her dog.ā He said it so matter-of-factly. So confidently. Like he was explaining that the sky was blue.
The compliments made her squirm. She'd never been good at taking them. She folded her arms over her torso.
"Well thank you. Really."
Clark noticed how closed off she became at his words. Did she really not see how brilliant she was?
"Although, I'm kind of glad I didn't have to. Cupcake was a bit of a nightmare."
Clark let out a throaty laugh.
"Yeah I know a thing or two about that." He glanced down the hallway to where he had left Krypto, after practically begging him to stay put.
"Speaking of, let's see if we can figure out what is wrong with that paw of his."
The mood lightened as *yn* slipped back into her comfort zone. She opened up again, both physically and emotionally as Clark followed her back into the consultation room.
Clark watched her as she picked up Krypto's paw and gently felt it with her gloved thumbs.
"Your friend is having a bit of a rough time at the moment, isn't he?" *yn* spoke after a few moments.
"My friend?"
*yn* looked up at him, her brows threaded together. "Superman?"
"Oh right." Clark blinked furiously. "Yes, him."
"I feel for him. The trolling online is fucked. Although, the hashtag supershit is kind of funny... but don't tell him I said that."
Clark's fists balled at his side. "Really? I think that one is particularly stupid."
*yn* glanced up at him at the sound of his tone. She raised a brow at the sight of his clenched jaw. "Ok, no mention of hashtag supershit, got it."
"Anyway, he's just trying to do the right thing. I don't know how anyone can have a problem with him."
Clark's annoyance melted away.
"I mean I saw him save a squirrel once for gods sake. The guy doesn't have a bad bone in his body. He's just trying to make the world a better place."
*yn* continued talking, completely unaware of the way Clark was looking at her.
"Ah, I see what's wrong." *yn* announced before Clark had to think of a response, all thoughts of Superman flying out of her head.
"It's a splinter."
"Really? I swear that was the first thing I checked for."
"It's pretty small and it's buried in the crevice of one of his paw pads. Don't worry I wouldn't have spotted it if I didn't know what I was looking for." *yn* reassured him as she crouched down, tweezers in her hand.
"And all done!" She announced seconds later, standing up to reveal a splinter the size of a small thumb tack pinched in between the arms of the tweezer.
"Try that Krypto."
At her words, Krypto tentatively placed his paw down on the surface. Testing it. His tail started to wag furiously when he realised he could put his full weight on it.
Clark couldn't ignore the disappointment that unfurled in his stomach. Not that he'd ever wish pain on Krypto, but a part of him hoped it would have taken a bit longer for *yn* to fix him.
"Now you can go back to putting dints in things." *yn* shot Clark a grin as Krypto leapt off the table and circled Clark excitedly.
He then hurled towards *yn*. He jumped up on her excitedly, his paws pressing against her torso. Not knowing his own strength, the force of him leaping up onto her made her fall back.
*yn* swore that one second Clark was across the table from her and then she blinked and his firm chest was behind her. His hands wrapped around her arms, stopped her from falling flat on her back.
His cologne invaded her senses. Lemon, violet - a hint of cedarwood. This man was going to be the death of her.
"Krypto." Clark scolded.
Krypto sat at *yn*'s feet, looking up innocently.
"Sorry." He helped her straighten up.
"It's ok." She swallowed.
He studied her. His hands lingered for a moment too long to be considered innocuous.
"At least we know his paw is ok." She laughed breathlessly.
He smiled and nodded. *yn* felt the absence of his chest against her back as he stepped away.
"*yn* I'm back! There's a redbull with your name on it in the fridge." Will's voice from the back made the pair pull away from each other.
"Thanks Will!" *yn* called back. She looked over at Clark, whose eyes were still fixed on her.
"I should get going." Clark spoke. "I won't keep you from your redbull."
"Good idea. I get real mean uncaffinated." She teased.
"Somehow, I doubt that." Clark smiled softly, which she returned. "Oh how much do I owe-
"Ah ah no." *yn* shook her head firmly. "I'm not taking your money."
"But-"
"But nothing. Superman and Krypto do so much for us. It's my way of saying thank you."
He couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, even as he accepted defeat.
If he hadn't been certain that he was in trouble already, he most definitely was now.
*yn* sat on her sofa. A half eaten pad thai was in her lap. A coke zero can was in one hand, the tv remote in the other.
She flicked through the channels. She really needed to just pay her Netflix subscription. Her finger hovered over the change channel button as she flicked onto one of the news channels.
Some sort of giant axolotl looking creature was running rampant downtown. Nothing that out of the ordinary for Metropolis. She watched as the camera zoomed in on Superman barreling towards the creature.
Her heart rate jumped when she spied a streak of white and red beside him.
She sat up, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched the pair take on the creature.
She placed the coke can down before she inevitably spilt it. Her nails dug into the couch as the creature whipped around and smacked Superman with it's tail. He went flying straight into the ground.
Somehow, the camera managed to find where he had landed. He'd created a massive path of broken concrete and bricks, leading straight to where his body lay motionless amongst the rubble.
*yn* bit the inside of her cheek as he raised his head and let out a groan. She watched as Krypto appeared, leaping on top of him. He began to jump up and down on his chest, his tail wagging, kind of like he did with Clark.
"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" The camera picked up Superman's muffled voice.
*yn* froze. That voice. It sounded exactly like-
She continued to watch Krypto and realised the way he was jumping up and down wasn't just kind of like how he jumped on Clark. It was how he jumped on Clark.
The puzzle pieces all slotted together in her mind. The weird reaction anytime she brought up Superman, the unexplainable speed, the fact he literally had his dog.
"Holy shit."
*yn* glanced down at her coffee table. Yesterday's edition of the Daily Planet, riddled with coffee stains, was still sitting there. She gripped it tightly and flipped to the fourth page where she knew she'd find the latest article that Clark had written.
She scanned through it again. She read the parts where Superman answered Clark's questions. Superman responded to things exactly how she'd imagine Clark responding. Because he was. He was interviewing himself.
Realisation hit her. "Fuck."
She'd called him supershit to his face.
It had been a month since she'd last seen Clark and Krypto. Since she'd figured out who Clark really was.
There were some terrible things happening in Jarhanpur and Boravia, and Clark - Superman - was copping the brunt of it.
She hadn't expected to see them again for a while, maybe even ever.
That didn't stop her thinking about them. About Clark's kind eyes and soft smile. About Krypto's floppy ear and whirring tail.
So, one evening when the clinic phone rang, she got quite a shock when she heard Clark's voice on the other end.
"Clark?"
"Hi." He sounded nervous.
"Is everything ok? Is Krypto alright?"
"Oh he's ok. I mean- it's just his paw. He's limping again. I was wondering if you had time for me to come in later and have a look?"
"Yeah of course. Come in whenever. You don't need to call in advance next time, someone will always be here to help."
"I know." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Like he was debating his next words.
"I just wanted to make sure we saw you."
Now, here they were. Back in the same room, with *yn* examining the same paw.
Expect this time, she harboured the knowledge that the man standing across from her was the most powerful being on the planet.
She tried to relax as she looked at Kyrpto's paw. Her heart was beating firmly against her ribcage. She needed to try and act normal, but she was worried that if she tried too hard to act normal, it would be suspicious.
Should she tell Clark she knew? Maybe he already knew. Could Superman read minds? She couldn't remember.
"That lady hasn't come back has she?"
Clark's voice broke her out of her spiral. She looked up at him. His face was pinched with concern.
"The one giving you grief about Cupcake the yappy chihuahua." He must have taken her lack of response as a sign she didn't remember who he was talking about.
But of course she remembered. She was just surprised that he did.
"No, thankfully." She swallowed and glanced back down at Krypto.
He'd managed to learn to stay still while she was examining him. Like he knew she was trying to help him. It made her heart warm.
"Well let me know if she does. I can talk to my friends in the force if there's anything they can do."
His voice was laced with worry and care. She suddenly felt very stupid about being so nervous. Yes, he was Superman. But most importantly, he was Clark, the guy who'd come barraging through here in the middle of the night worried sick about his best friend. Who remembered all the little things she told him. Who wanted to make sure she was ok.
She felt herself begin to calm. "I will, thank you."
"I just want to make sure you're safe and can focus on your job."
Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. How was it possible for someone to be so thoughtful?
She had the sudden urge then to ask for his number. She quickly supressed it. Clark radiated kindness. Of course he'd offer to do something like that. It didn't mean he was interested in her.
She tried to push thoughts of Clark out of her mind as she looked back down at Krypto's paw.
She didn't understand. There was definitely no splinter. She'd triple checked. But he'd certainly been limping when Clark had brought him in, even worse than last time.
She pressed down on his paw, trying to identify the source of the pain. Krypto's tail thudded on the sterile surface happily.
Her frown deepened.
"Have you figured out what's wrong? Is it another splinter?" Clark asked after a few moments. She looked up at him. He was the perfect picture of concern.
She glanced down at Krypto again, who was looking up at Clark expectantly. Like he was waiting for a pat.
"I think so." She stood up as it dawned on her.
"There's no splinter." She peeled her gloves off and chucked them in the trash can.
"Then what is it?"
She glanced down at Krypto and shook her head, an amused smile on her features.
"There's something wrong with Krypto, but it's not physical."
Clark's lashes brushed the lenses of his glasses as he blinked.
"He's faking it." She explained.
Clark looked down at Krypto. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. I pressed down on his paw and he showed no sign of discomfort. And I bet you if I do this-"
She picked Krypto up and placed him on the floor. She turned around to the cabinet and grabbed a dog treat from one of the cupboards.
"Do you want a treat, Krypto?" She dangled the treat in front of him.
Sure enough, Krypto began to jump up, his jaw snapping as he tried to grab the treat. He bounced happily on all four paws.
"No limp." Clark observed.
"No limp." *yn* confirmed as she finally gave Krypto the treat, who inhaled it in a flash.
"He's figured out that if he fakes an injury he'll get attention."
"Or he knew that I wanted to see you."
*yn*'s eyes shot up to Clark's face at his words. A smirk was twisted up on his lips. Was he flirting with her?
She felt her cheeks heat up. She forced a smirk on her lips to mirror Clark's. She needed to try and act unphased.
"Or he's missing Superman." She countered.
God, she was pathetic. He'd given her the perfect opportunity there and she'd completely fumbled. No wonder she was eternally single.
"He is away a lot." Clark admitted, the smirk sliding off his lips.
Shit. Now she'd made him feel bad.
"I didn't mean to imply Superman was neglecting him." She reassured him hastily.
"He's going through a lot right now. I'm sure he's doing the best he can given the circumstances."
Clark's facade faltered.
"You think so?" His tone had softened.
"I do." She nodded. She moved around from her side of the table to lean her hip against it as she studied him.
"He made the right decision. With the whole Jarhanpur thing. He saved a lot of people." She eyed him intently.
"I hope he knows that."
His eyes were moving over her facial features. Analysing.
She'd thrown a line out, giving him an opportunity to reach out and pull her in if he wanted to. Or he could ignore it, play dumb. The choice was his.
"I don't know if he does." His voice cracked ever so slightly.
The energy had shifted in the room. It was like the whole world around them had gone quiet.
Even Krypto sat silently in between them. Watching. Waiting to see who would break first.
"He should. He's a good man. A great one, actually. The world needs more people like him."
Clark couldn't tear his eyes off her. He knew. She knew. They both knew.
Clark reached forward and grabbed the line. He tugged her in.
"How'd you figure it out?" He finally spoke, his voice was so soft that *yn* was lucky to catch it.
She cleared her throat. "I saw you on the TV the other day. Fighting some metahuman. I watched Krypto jump up and down on your chest. The way he reacted when he saw you." She shook her head.
"I just knew."
Clark nodded in understanding.
"Dog's are a pretty good judge of character." As he spoke, Krypto nuzzled into *yn*'s leg.
"Which explains why he likes you so much."
*yn* blushed, leaning down to pat Krypto affectionally. "Yeah well, feeling's mutual."
"Is it?" She looked up at him to see him studying her intently. She had a feeling that he wasn't talking about Krypto. Her heart hammered against her ribcage.
"Yeah." She nodded lightly. "It is."
The pair smiled at each other.
"I'm reserving the right to tease you later about the fact that you've been interviewing yourself this whole time, by the way."
"What can I say, it's nice not having to remind myself everything I say is on the record."
They both laughed. *yn* studied him for a few moments as they slipped back into silence.
"I hope you know that your secret is very much safe with me."
"I never had any doubts." He responded instantly, making her smile widen.
"And if you ever need a petsitter, I'm always here."
Clark winced. "I don't know if I'm ready to put you through that yet. Even I struggle to keep him contained."
"Well, in that case, I do behavioural training classes on Thursday nights at 7pm. You're welcome to come along."
It was in that moment that Krypto spotted the treat jar behind *yn*, perched up on the top shelf of the cabinet. He leapt up into the air, ready to crash straight into it.
Clark's reflexes kicked in, grabbing him by the collar before he could get more than 5 inches off the ground.
A vision of Krypto flying around in a room full of reactive dogs flashed before her. It made her feel slightly ill.
"On second thought, maybe private lessons would be better."
"I think that would be wise." Clark grimaced as he gently pushed Krypto back onto the floor. Krypto let out a whine in protest.
"Alright." *yn* sighed, turning around to grab him another treat.
"I know you're not going to let me pay for these sessions, but I want you to let me repay you in another way."
"And what way would that be?" *yn* asked as she gave Krypto another treat.
Clark sucked in a breath, working up the courage to do what he'd been wanting to do since the first time they'd met.
"Let me take you to dinner."
The blush that had never really left *yn*'s cheeks, reemerged on her face with a vengeance.
She tried to calm her nerves. If he could be confident, so could she.
"That depends." Her tone was light, teasing.
Clark raised a brow. "On?"
"Would this dinner be a-"
"A date." Clark cut her off. He exhaled a breath as he looked at her. "Definitely a date."
She smiled.
"Good. Because that was the only way I was going to say yes."
Clark couldn't wipe the grin off his face the entire time he flew to Antarctica.
He watched as the shards of ice crystallised out of the snow, shooting up towards the cloudless sky.
He whistled a tune as the S emblem split open.
"Good job boy." Clark ruffled Krypto's head for what must have been the sixth time since they'd left the vet clinic as they made their way inside.
Number four turned around from his work station, his blue robotic eye widening.
"Ah Superman! Welcome home. How did everything go?"
"Perfectly. Thank you for helping me train Krypto, number four. The little hop was an excellent touch."
"You're welcome. I thought it might add to the authenticity of it. If I had the emotional intelligence of a human, I'd have thought it was real."
Clark had always intended to ask *yn* on a date. He just needed an excuse to come and see her. To give him a chance to work up the courage to actually do it. There wasn't really anything wrong with faking Krypto's injury, was there?
Clark glanced down at Krypto. As if on cue, Krypto raised his paw and began to limp. He looked up at Clark and wagged his tail, clearly waiting for the treat that usually followed.
"Maybe we trained him too well." Clark frowned.
"Is it possible for you to untrain a dog, number four?"
"I am not sure. I will have to investigate. Or you could ask your friend that you were telling us about. The veterinarian, *yn*. She would likely know given her studies."
Clark winced. Looks like he might have some explaining to do.
I LOVED SUPERMAN SM SO HAPPY TO BE WRITING FOR BBY CLARK x As always always always, feedback is always appreciated because I thrive off praise. Please give it backĀ hereĀ x
part two of ādaddy doesnāt wear a capeā
word count ā 2.9k words
pairing ā girl dad!clark kent / girl dad!superman x wife!reader
synopsis ā lex luthor kidnaps caroline kent to get supermanās attention but ends up emotionally destroyed by a four-year-old who calls him āmr eggryā and asks why his house smells like sadness.
content warnings ā child-led psychological warfare, villain humiliation, emotional honesty with crayons, one extremely eggry bald man, and a four-year-old with zero fear and too many opinions.
authorās note ā woah lovelies, i truly hadnāt expected all the love for daddy doesnāt wear a cape but here we are! a lot of you were asking for part two so here it is, written chaotically while iām eating my lunch, so please ignore any grammatical errors or emotional damage. thank you and enjoy!!
part one
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āWhy you no hair?ā
Lex Luthor did not respond at first. He simply blinked, then slowly turned to face the very small, very vocal child currently seated cross-legged on the gleaming white marble floor of his otherwise impeccable office.Ā
She had, at some point, retrieved a sheet of printer paper and was now vigorously scribbling on it with a bright purple crayon, leaving streaks that were neither uniform nor confined to the page.Ā
Her pink backpack had been carelessly tossed onto the corner of his glass conference table, one glitter-covered trainer was missing entirely, and her curls had long since rebelled against the ponytail attempting to contain them.
āWhy you no hair?ā she asked again, this time with genuine curiosity.
Lex stared at her in silence. He was not accustomed to being questioned like this, certainly not about his appearance, and never by a four-year-old with marker on her cheek and an alarming amount of confidence. Her legs swung freely beneath her, her socks didnāt match, and she showed no signs of fear, discomfort, or even vague awareness that she had been, in fact, kidnapped.
He turned away from her with a huff, shoulders tight and jaw clenched, as he attempted to regain control of the situation by narrating it aloud. He often found comfort in logical monologue.
āShe was taken at precisely two forty-two this afternoon,ā he muttered under his breath as he paced slowly behind his desk, running a hand along its edge as if that might tether him to sanity.Ā
āThe operation was clean, coordinated, undetected. Removed directly from the schoolyard during recess. No resistance. No witnesses. The perfect plan. Supermanās childāā
āIām not a baby,ā she interrupted, not looking up from her drawing.
He froze mid-stride and glanced back at her over his shoulder, frown deepening. āYouāre four.ā
āIām four and a half,ā she said firmly, lifting five fingers like it was proof of her authority. Her voice clearly carried the condescension of someone who had corrected a grown-up many times before and would continue to do so with absolutely no remorse.
Lex exhaled, slowly. āFine. Four and a half.ā He turned fully to face her again, squinting. āYou, the alleged daughter of Superman.ā
The crayon paused. She looked up, blinking. āWho?ā
He blinked back. āYour father.ā
She tilted her head. āYou mean my daddy?ā
āYes, Superman. Your daddy.ā
A thoughtful expression settled over her face as she resumed her scribbling. āHe wears glazzes and eats macaroni on Fridays and he does the laundry with music on real loud.ā
āā¦Right.ā Lex looked faintly bewildered. āAnd your mother?ā
āMommy.ā
āNo, I meant her actual name.ā
Caroline frowned. āHer nameās Mommy.ā
Lex stared at her for a moment, as if waiting for her to elaborate. She didnāt.
She reached into her backpack and pulled out a juice pouch with sticky fingers, holding it up toward him with the straw still sealed and her expression expectant.
āYou got scissors?ā she asked, as though she hadnāt just derailed his train of thought entirely. āI canāt do the pokey part.ā
He was silent for a beat, before wordlessly accepting the pouch, stabbing the straw through the foil with the sharp precision of a man clinging to dignity, and handing it back to her like he was signing away his soul.
āThanks,ā she said brightly, already sipping. āYouāre kinda nice for a criminal.ā
He turned away again, hand pressed to his temple, muttering incoherently.
āI expected more,ā he began once more, his voice rising as he tried to re-enter a rhythm of control. āI assumed Supermanās child would exhibit at least some extraordinary capabilities. Enhanced strength. Vision-based abilities, flight. Something!ā He turned back to her, looking visibly frayed around the edges. āBut so far all Iāve seen isāā
āI can burp the ABCs,ā she said through a mouthful of juice.
He stared. āYou canāā
āWanna hear?ā
āNo!ā
āOkay.ā
She went back to her drawing. He rubbed both hands over his face like he was trying to reset reality.
āI am the most powerful mind in Metropolis,ā he muttered to the air. āI built a quantum core in my garage. I developed synthetic kryptonite using nothing but scrap. I solved the fourth dimensional puzzle. And right now, my greatest obstacle is a juice-stained child with crayons and no respect for personal space.ā
āI got respect,ā Caroline said absently. āMommy said I have to try.ā
Lex turned slowly. āI kidnapped you.ā
She blinked. āYeah, but you got no snacks. And your house is cold. And thereās nothing to do.ā
He moved to sit at his desk. His hands were shaking. āI donāt even know what Iām doing anymore.ā
Caroline reached into her bag and pulled out a sparkly pink crayon. āWanna draw?ā
Lex stared at her.
She patted the marble floor beside her, completely unfazed. āYou can do the sky.ā
Lex did not move.
He stared at her for a long moment, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides, his eye twitch threatening to go permanent. This was not how any of this was meant to go.
She was supposed to be frightened. Or at least impressed, or useful, but instead she was asking him to colour clouds with glitter crayons and acting like he was the one being unreasonable.
āRight,ā he said, voice tight. āEnough.ā
Caroline looked up with wide eyes, still holding the pink crayon in her fist. āEnough what?ā
He took a slow breath and crouched to her level, his knees popping in a way that made him hate everything about the situation even more. He fixed her with what he imagined was a very serious expression.
āI need you to tell me something important.ā
She blinked at him, blinking slow and unbothered, clearly not understanding the gravity of the moment.
Lex clasped his hands. āYouāre Supermanās daughter.ā
āIām Daddyās daughter,ā she corrected gently, like he had just made a simple maths mistake.
āFine. Your daddy is Superman, and Superman has powers.ā
She nodded vaguely. āYeah. He do floating.ā
āYes. Floatināfloating.ā He shifted forward a little. āSo... do you have powers?ā
Caroline tilted her head. āLikeā¦ super ears?ā
āAnything! Strength, speed, flight, x-ray vision, just any indication of something abnormal!ā
She frowned, clearly trying very hard to process this with her four-year-old understanding of the universe. āUmā¦ I can eat a lot of nuggies.ā
Lex closed his eyes. āI mean something more notable,ā he said, his voice slowly rising.
āI can hold my breath real long!ā
Lex opened his mouth before he shut it again. He rubbed his hands down his face.
āI can see in da dark sometimes,ā she added, trying to be helpful. āBut datās only when Mommy forgets da nightlight!ā
He stood abruptly, and stalked away from her in a slow circle and dragged both hands through the nonexistent hair on his shiny, furious head.
āYou are useless to me,ā he muttered, speaking more to the air than to her. āYou are the most unhelpful hostage in history. You donāt even have the decency to be frightened or aware, orāā
āYouāre funny when youāre mad,ā she said brightly.
He spun. āWhat?ā
She giggled. āYou go all red like an egg! Like Humfy Dumfy.ā
āI am notāā
āLike a mad Humfy Dumfy!ā she squealed, delighted with herself now, completely ignoring the storm of frustration gathering in the centre of the room.
āLike an eggry!ā
Lex stopped cold.
āEggry?!ā
āYeah!ā she chirped, beaming at him like she had just discovered the word of the year. āYouāre not mad. Youāre eggry. Likeā¦ an egg thatās grumpy or angry.ā
Lexās hands dropped to his sides. He looked at the ceiling, as if begging the structural beams to collapse and spare him from this moment.
āI hate this child,ā he whispered.
Caroline blinked slowly, as if deciding whether or not she should be offended.
She sat there, pink crayon still clutched in her tiny fist, juice pouch slowly tilting sideways against her leg. She blinked again.
And then, with the quiet, thoughtful gravity of someone about to ruin his entire self-esteem, she tilted her head just slightly to the right and said:
āYou look like you donāt get hugged a lot.ā
Lexās entire body locked up.
There was a long, horrible pause after that.
He didnāt move and instead stared at her, completely frozen, like someone had pulled the power from the room. His eye twitched.Ā
Caroline, however, was already back to colouring.
āMommy says people get mean when their hearts get squished too many times,ā she went on, very casually, as she outlined his cape in purple sparkles. āMaybe thatās what happened to you. Maybe you have a squishy heart.ā
Lex opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He made a sound. It was not a word. It was more like a tiny gasp from someone who had just been kicked in the chest by the worldās most innocent therapist.
āMy heart is not squished,ā he said, voice thin and high.
Caroline did not look up. āIt feel squished, though.ā
His fingers twitched at his sides again. āMy heart is fully functional.ā
She nodded, as if she was humouring him. āMm-hm. Thatās what Daddy says when Mommy tells him to rest and he says he doesnāt need a nap. And then he falls asleep on the couch.ā
Lex took a single step back from her, as though she might say something even more damaging if he stayed too close.
His eye twitched again. It was definitely twitching now, constantly, like a short-circuiting wire.
āI do not need a nap,ā he hissed.
āYou need a hug,ā Caroline corrected.
āI do notāā
āOkay,ā she interrupted, completely unfazed, ābut if you ever want one, you just gotta ask. Daddy says hugs are like vitamins. Good for your heart and your brain.ā
Lex stared at her for a long moment.
And then, far too quietly, with none of the forced patience from before, he said, āYour daddy says a lot of things, doesnāt he.ā
Caroline blinked. āYeah.ā
He leaned forward slightly, voice sharp and cold and low now, like he had finally decided it wasnāt worth pretending anymore. āWell, maybe if your daddy spent less time preaching about hugs and more time protecting you, you wouldnāt be here, would you.ā
The room fell still.
Caroline didnāt speak right away. She just sat there, frowning down at the drawing in her lap, and finished colouring in the top corner like it was the most important thing in the world. She gave a little shrug.
āOkay,ā she said softly. āThat was kinda mean.ā
Lex straightened up, surprised.
Caroline looked up at him with that same maddening calm, the wide-eyed clarity of someone too young to fake a reaction. āYou said a bad thing ācause youāre mad, but itās okay. Mommy does that too when Daddy leaves dishes in the sink.ā
Lex blinked. He had not expected that. He had expected tears. Maybe more sass. Not... whatever that was.
Caroline yawned. āYou got snacks?ā
āNo,ā he said flatly.
āIām hungry.ā
āI donāt care.ā
She gasped. āYouāre not āposed to say that to kids!ā
āYouāre not supposed to trespass in the minds of the powerful and dismantle their dignity with crayons, but weāre past rules now, arenāt we?!ā
Caroline stood up suddenly, hair flying into her face, fists clenched like she was about to launch into war. āYou know what I think?ā
āNo,ā Lex said, rubbing both hands over his face.
āI think you need a sandwich and a nap, ācause youāre being a meanyhead for no reason and your voice is getting squeaky.ā
āMy voice is not squeaky!ā
āIs too!ā
āI AM THE GREATEST MIND OF OUR AGEāā
āAND YOUāRE EGGRY!ā
āIāM TAKING YOU HOME!ā
āNo need!ā she said brightly, beaming at him now, all the frustration already gone from her tiny face. āMy daddyās here!ā
Lex paused.
His entire body stilled.
āā¦What?ā
The answer came instantly.
Because at that exact moment, every door in the towerās top floor blew clean off its hinges with a shattering, ground-shaking burst of wind and fury, and Lex barely had time to register the sound before the ceiling lights flickered violently and Superman himself came storming into the room like a god made of anger and sky.
His boots hit the marble hard enough to crack it.
His cape snapped behind him like a banner in battle.
His eyes were glowing, chest heaving, expression carved from stone, and the only thing louder than the blast of his arrival was the silence that followed it, thick and seething and full of promise.
Caroline waved. āHi, Daddy!ā
Clarkās boots crunched against the shattered marble as he took one slow, deliberate step forward, eyes still burning bright with fury, and jaw tight like he was physically restraining himself from flying straight through Lexās chest.
The wind had not settled. It still whipped faintly through the blown-out doors behind him, stirring his cape in short, angry flares.
āYou kidnapped my daughter,ā Clark said, his voice low, steady, and trembling with something barely contained underneath, something old and dangerous and impossible to ignore.
Lex immediately took a single, shaky step backward.
āIātechnically I extracted her,ā he said quickly, his words spilling like water over broken glass.
Clarkās eyes narrowed. āFrom her school.ā
āYes, well, Iām not proud of it.ā
āSheās four!ā
āShe was unsupervised!ā
Clarkās foot shifted forward again and Lexās spine collided with the edge of his desk. His arms came up in pure reflex, his palms out, already defensive, already pleading.
There was no way to posture his way out of this one.
āLook,ā he began, his voice climbing too high too fast, pointing toward Caroline like she was a sentient disaster. āShe was fine. Completely unharmed. I didnāt touch her. I didnāt yell, well I think I did, but I gave her juice! I gave her a paper. She has my crayons, for Godās sake.ā
Clark did not move. His expression remained carved from stone.
āSheās not supposed to be here,ā Clark said again, this time quieter. That was worse.
Lex stumbled forward with a hand to his own chest like he was about to confess a crime. āI didnāt scare her. You think I scared her? Sheās the one who scared me. She insulted my chair. She mocked my trousers. She called me eggry, do you understand what Iām saying?! She accused me of having a squished heart. She told me my house smells like sadness. She asked if I had friends.ā
Clark blinked once.
Lexās hands flailed uselessly in the air. āWhat took you so long?! I have been trying to get rid of her for hours. I shut off the security. I dropped the perimeter. I called your number twice. I sat her in front of a window like she was waiting for a helicopter rescue. Why did it take you this long to get here?!ā
Clark tilted his head, very slightly, with a frown of utter confusion. ā...You called me?ā
āYes!ā Lex practically shouted now. He looked completely unhinged. āI wanted you to break down the door. I wanted the glass to shatter. I have never wanted to see your face more in my life. I needed you to come back for her before she asked me what love means or tell my staff that I need a nap. I need you to take her back before she draws eyebrows on my drones or decides to name my robots.ā
Clark still looked visibly confused. āI didnāt get any messages.ā
Lex ignored him completely, now half-gasping with the effort of staying upright. āPlease, just take her home. Take her far, far, far, very far away from here. You win. I surrender. I do not care!ā
Clark stared at him for another moment, like he had lost track of what was real. āYouāre scared of her,ā he said slowly, almost like he was still trying to piece it together.
āIām not scared!ā Lex snapped, too fast.
āYou are actually scared.ā
āI am wary.ā
āYouāre trembling.ā
āIāve been called eggry eight times today. I am traumatised.ā
Caroline stood up and brushed her hands against her leggings with glittery palms. āYou are eggry.ā
Lexās eye twitched violently.
Clark stepped forward and knelt gently to pick up his daughter. His hands were still careful, still inspecting her without making a fuss, brushing crumbs from her jumper, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.Ā
āAre you okay, sweetheart?ā he asked, his voice soft now, still thick with worry.
āIām good,ā she said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around his neck without hesitation. āBut I wanna show Mr Eggry something before we go.ā
Lex flinched. āPlease, no.ā
Caroline shifted in her fatherās arms, twisting slightly to face Lex, her tiny hands lifted out in front of her. She squinted with effort, brow furrowed, lips pressed tightly together as if she was pushing every ounce of concentration into her fingertips.Ā
Clark looked down at her, his brows lifting. āSweetheart,ā he said gently, āare you sure youā?ā
But then, her hands shimmered.
A soft, faint pulse of golden light crackled against her skin like heat lightning in miniature. Her hair lifted slightly. The tips of Clarkās cape rustled as though brushed by wind. It was delicate and raw and completely untrained. And it only lasted for two or three seconds.
But it was enough, bvery single light in the room exploded. Screens blinked once and died. Consoles sparked. Holograms shattered into static. The temperature dropped.
Lex said nothing. He stood in the pitch black silence, eyes wide, mouth parted like he had just witnessed the universe physically tilt sideways.
Caroline giggled against Clarkās shoulder and reached over to grab her picture from the floor before tucking it under her arm like it was evidence.
āBye-bye, Mr Eggry,ā she said sweetly,waving at him.
Lex Luthor, for the first time in a very long and calculated life, said nothing at all.
I LOVE YOUR FANFICS! Can I request Dom Female reader x Sub Gihun with fluff and smut? Thank you :3
Find Somewhere Pure (An Island In The Sky)
Ao3
Requests open!!
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: Pre-s1, one line of suicidal thoughts, paid sex (this man is unable to be called a prostitute idc), age gap (Gi-hun is 46-47 here, reader is in her mid 20s), cunnilingus, vaginal sex (raw), no creampie, post-sex cuddling
Other: I am in your walls to give you a kiss for this anon, I love the idea of subby Gi-hun. I went with a softer dom reader, look at his lil face I could not hurt him even if he begged. If you want a harder dom reader with pre-s2 Gi-hun, just lmk! My very vocal cat refused to leave me alone for a majority of this, does she know??? She did seem to enjoy lounging and watching Squid Game, maybe she's a Gi-hun girlie. I'm gonna nap now lol
Gi-hun has, by all accounts, had a pretty shit day.Ā His mom got onto him, he lost at the tracks, and now his face hurt like hell from those damn loan sharks finding him.Ā His mind was a swarm of shitty, self deprecating thoughts- heās a shitty son, a shitty father, a shitty human being.Ā The world would be better off without him leaching from it, maybe he should just walk out in front of a damn train and make everyoneās lives easier.
āSir?āĀ Heās brought from his thoughts by a kind, soothing voice.Ā āAre you okay?āĀ He glances over at her, his brown eyes looking at the young woman in disbelief.Ā Sheās younger than him, heās not sure of her age of course, but surely she can read the room and realize heās definitely not okay.Ā She looks like sheās in her mid-20s, still able to see the good in the world, he supposes.Ā
āIām fine,ā he lies, his problems are his own.Ā He doesnāt want to vent about his issues to some woman, even if sheās looking at him with those concerned eyes of hers and acting like she could ever understand whatās on his mind.Ā āDonāt worry about me, okay?ā
She nods to herself, pulling out her phone and scrolling on it for a bit before looking back over towards him, āare you in need of money?Ā I can help you out.Ā If- if you need it, of course.ā
His eyes widen slightly- a young thing like her offering money?Ā Itās not unheard of or really unwelcome, but heās not in any place to take out another loan regardless of how tempting it is with her sweet voice and pretty eyes.Ā āI canāt take out another loan, sorry.āĀ He scoots away from her just slightly, a physical manifestation of the barrier heās putting up.
āA loan?Ā Sir, you misunderstand.Ā Iām not asking you to take out a loan, Iām just asking for your company.ā
His breath catches in his throat.Ā What?Ā Is this some kind of nightmare turned dream heās having?Ā Maybe he passed out in the damn train stationā¦Ā āMy company?ā
āMhm.Ā Nothing more, nothing less, really.Ā Just let me treat you to something.Ā Let me take all that stress away.āĀ He hates himself for finding her offer tempting, but he doesnāt outright turn her down.Ā He just scoots back into his original position and looks at her to see if thereās any sign of deception in her eyes, to see if any microexpression gives her away as anything but the honest woman he wants her to be.Ā āI promise, no trickery here.Ā Iāll pay you for your time, wonāt do anything outside of your comfort zone; I want to take good care of you.ā
āYou donāt even know my name, if Iām dangerous, if I-ā
āIf you were dangerous, you wouldnāt hesitate to take me up on my offer.āĀ She interrupts, āas for your name, I figured that would naturally come out, yes?ā
A beat of silence.Ā She has him there, if he werenāt such a stand up gentleman, he would have taken advantage of super an opportunity nearly sitting prettily on his lap.Ā Then he nods, his eyes ever so slightly gazing down the rest of her body before back up to her face.Ā Sheās cute, too cute for someone like him.Ā āGi-hun.Ā Seong Gi-hun.ā
āSeong Gi-hun, hm?āĀ She taps the side of her head before winking, āguess thatās a name Iāll have to commit to memory.āĀ She then introduces herself, sticking her hand out.
He feels a flicker of a smile on his lips at her finger tapping gesture, āguess Iāll have to commit yours to memory too.āĀ He takes her hand.Ā He feels a bit self conscious as his rougher one grasps her softer one, but he shakes it off.Ā Heās not about to overthink this- this thing thatās happening.
She shakes his hand, a grin beaming up at him.Ā āWe have a deal, Mr. Seong.Ā Come on, letās go back to my place.āĀ She doesnāt release his hand, instead she stands while still holding it.Ā He feels his palms grow sweaty, sure heās not some virgin whoās never been around a cute girl before but itās been so longā¦Ā He swallows almost audibly before standing up and nodding.
āSure, letās go.āĀ He curses himself for the slight stutter in his voice, but when she doesnāt bring it up or laugh he feels relief wash through him.
The walk to her place isnāt very long.Ā Gi-hun canāt help but think, thoughā¦ Giving his company to a young woman for money?Ā She talks about her likes, her dislikes, the fact she was nervous he was gonna turn her down, and how sheās never actually done anything like this before despite how practiced it all felt.Ā He offers some of his own likes and dislikes, trying to not overshare on what exactly would help him relaxĀ despite the fact he knows thatās what she wants- or what she claims she wants at least.Ā He also admits heās never done this either, heās never even had an opportunity like this before.Ā He feels himself relax more and more, even laughing genuinely as she cracks a joke and nodding in interest when she points over to an alley where she says sheās seen stray cats before- she even says that sheās fed them on occasion.Ā Ā
Her place isnāt very big, itās a modest little thing though he knows heās in no position to judge her or even think about her housing arrangement given his own.Ā She unlocks the door, shoos him inside and follows him in before locking the door.Ā Thereās a brief moment of fear at the sound cause whatās he gonna do if some guys appear out of nowhere and demand money from him.Ā But when she ends up fidgeting and gesturing over to the open bedroom door, he replaces that fear with something elseā¦Ā Not excitement, not quite.
Her bedroom is comfortable and her bed even more so.Ā Her bedding is already turned down and the curtains are drawn closed.Ā She stands beside him before getting on the bed herself.Ā She sits down, crossing her legs and looking up at him.
āSo, Gi-hun,ā he loves the way she says his name, āyou mentioned that you like being on the bottom?Ā You want me to ride you?āĀ Ā
He feels heat rush to his cheeks and his eyes widen, he looks away from her and then back again.Ā Sheās so blunt, he doesnāt hate it.Ā He knows if he were in her position heād be a mess so her being more straight forward is extremely welcome.Ā Still, to admit that he wants her to ride him is hard so he just gives a single, sharp nod.
āWords, baby.Ā I need to hear it.āĀ Fuck, her voice goes back to that soothing, calm tone that she first used.Ā It sends a hit of arousal straight through him.
āYes, I want you to ride me.āĀ He confirms verbally, he removes his jacket, putting it on the chair near the desk.Ā āPleaseā¦?āĀ He adds, his voice much quieter than when they were talking about his likes before.Ā Heās not uncomfortable in a bad way, no- noā¦ this is uncomfortable in a perfect way.
āGood boy.ā She praises, patting the bed next to her.Ā She watches with her bottom lips tucked before her teeth as he joins her.Ā She crawls onto him, wasting no time in getting comfortable.Ā Her shorts ride up her thighs a little, Gi-hunās eyes immediately dart down to take in the new expanse of skin regardless of how tiny it is.Ā Heās never been called a good boy, not in a space like this, but itās amazing.Ā He can feel his cock twitch in the confines of his jeans as she settles on his lap.Ā One of her hands rests on his shoulder while the other goes to brush hair from his eyes.Ā āSuch a good boy, telling me what you want.Ā What else do you want, hm?Ā Tell me.ā
His mouth opens and closes, itās hard for him to be up front about his desires but the look of care on her face as her hand cups his cheek makes him want to give her exactly what she wants- wants to tell her exactly how he wants to relax.Ā āI want you to ride me, praise me, and comfort me after I come.ā
Itās her turn to feel flushed, sure itās exactly what she expected but to hear it from his lips directed at her makes her feel needy.Ā Sheās determined to focus on him rather than herself though, she wants to make him smile.Ā She has no reason to want him so badly, but something about him just called to her.Ā āIāll do it for you, baby.Ā Iāll ride you until you come hard and then hold you close, all while praising you for being such a perfect man.ā
Perfect man.Ā He loves the sound of that even if he knows heās far from it.Ā āIāll be your perfect man.āĀ He murmurs, leaning in slightly.Ā He doesnāt want her to feel cornered, doesnāt want her to feel forced to kiss him.Ā But when she mirrors his actions, leaning in until her nose brushes his and their breaths mix, he closes the distance.Ā His chapped, rough lips slant over her softer ones.Ā He suppresses a groan as her fingers slip into his hair, heās so touch starved that it sets his body on fire to feel her so close to him.Ā Her chest presses against his, her hips give a subtle, testing movement against his lap.
āYouāre so good.āĀ She murmurs against his lips, pulling away just enough to speak, āso deserving of this.Ā You deserve to feel good, baby.ā
He lets out a small noise before kissing her again, his hands on her waist to hold her close.Ā He slowly pushes his hips upwards, humming when she gasps into the kiss.Ā She has him wrapped around her finger already, he wants to hear that praise more and wants to hear more noises from her.Ā He moves his hand to her hips and starts to push against ehr more urgently.
āYou needy, baby?Ā Feelinā needy for me?Ā Use your words, yeah?Ā Make me know you need me.ā
āI need you.Ā Please, I need you.ā
āUndress me then.ā
His hands immediately slip under her shirt and tug it over her head.Ā His eyes fly over her breasts- fuck sheās perfect.Ā He unclasps her bra and kisses at the skin, tossing the bra over to the corner.Ā She arches so wonderfully, her own hands going to slide his shirt off of him.Ā Down boy, he tells himself to no avail, heās too excited now.Ā He needs to feel her skin on his, so he holds her close.Ā He buries his face in her neck, kissing right below her ear and pushing himself upwards.Ā āNeed you, need you, need youā¦ā
She giggles, running her fingers through his hair and holding him close.Ā āNeed you too, baby.Ā I want you to feel so good, feel so good ācause of me.āĀ Ā
Fuck, fuck, fuck- heās cock is so hard for herĀ He moves her from his lap, laying her back and tugging her shorts off with her panties.Ā āNeed tāmake you feel good, lemme make you feel good.Ā Please, please, need tāmake you come for me.ā
How can she deny him when he sounds so damn desperate that his words run together.Ā She spreads herself for him, holding her legs open as he dives in greedily.Ā His hips move against the bed as she moans at her taste.Ā His tongue laps at her slick slit, one hand holding her hip while his thumb on his free hand circles her clit.Ā He eats her out with fervor, smiling against ehr heat when she threads fingers through his hair and lets out a mewling call of his name.Ā His cock leaks in his boxers as he grinds against the bedding.Ā Ā
His thumb slides over her clit in tight, quick circles as his tongue delves into her.Ā He could die happy right now, his face buried in her sweet cunt and her fingers pulling him even closer.Ā Her hips buck up against his face, chasing her pleasure.Ā Ā
āThatās it, come fāme.ā
āGi-hun.āĀ She whimpers, āyouāre such a good boy, such a good fuckinā boy for me.ā
He groans as her slick coats his tongue as she falls apart on him. So good, so fucking good.Ā He pushes himself closer to her drenched cunt, burying his face even harder against her.Ā āGood, you taste sāgood.ā He rumbles against her pussy.
When he pulls away, she immediately tugs him up to kiss him deeply while pushing at his pants with her free hand.Ā He gets the hint and pulls his pants down, palming his needy cock through his boxers.Ā āGet on your back.ā She says against his lips, pushing him slightly away from her.Ā He pulls off his boxers, grunting as his cock springs free.Ā The cool air of the room makes it twitch, pre-cum beading up.Ā āYouāre so perfect, Gi-hun.ā
She strokes him slowly, kissing his neck as she moves to straddle him.Ā She rubs his sensitive head against her slick, dripping slit and bites her lip as she sinks down onto his cock.Ā Her walls flutter around him as he hilts within her.Ā Her legs tremble slightly as she starts to move, burying her face in his neck while her hands rest on his chest.
āFeels so good.āĀ He grunts, his hands trembling on his waist as he ruts upwards slightly.Ā āNot gonā last long, sweetheart.āĀ Every time his balls nestle against her ass, his cock pulses with need.Ā Every pulse of his cock makes her gasp and moan.Ā Fuck, they move in perfect sync with each other.
āDonāt need you too, this is about you.Ā You deserve this.āĀ She whispers, biting softly where his neck connects to his shoulder.Ā The sensation causes him to hold her down on his cock as he pushes up desperately into her.Ā Heās not entirely focused on making her feel good in this moment as he closes in on his orgasm, but the way sheās letting out breathy whines of his name and kissing up his neck makes him feel like heās doing something well.
āBoutta come, sweetheart, gonna come.āĀ He taps her hips desperately, as much as he would love to spill himself within her, heās not ready for the commitment that comes with something like that.Ā She gets off of him and strokes his cock, looking deep into his eyes.Ā He grunts, groans, and then his cock pulses out cum.Ā It hits his chest and abdomen before dribbling down her still-moving hand.
He pants heavily when heās spent, watching her with lidded eyes as she grabs one of their shirts from the grounds.Ā She kisses his cheek and jawline as she cleans up his cooling cum, cooing praises that echoing in his ears just barely audible through the pound of his heartbeat.
āYou did so good for me.āĀ She murmurs, tossing the shirt aside once more and lying next to him.Ā āIām so proud of you, Gi-hun.Ā Iām so proud.ā
He hesitates before turning over and resting his head on her bare chest.Ā He puts an arm over her abdomen and tangles their legs together.Ā āThank you.ā
āIāll pay you in the morning, for now I just wanna sleep.ā
āThatās fine.āĀ A moment of comfortable silence passes between them.Ā āCan we maybe do this again sometime?āĀ He asks, kissing her neck delicately.
āOf course, Iād love that.ā
He relaxes against her further, nuzzles under her ear and rubs her side lovingly.Ā He could get real used to something like this.Ā Not that heās in any type of space to have a relationship- but itās still something he finds himself wanting.Ā He wants to spend longer with her, heās thankful sheās not kicking him out or changing up how sheās speaking to him.Ā
āSleep now, Gi-hun.Ā You deserve it, you deserve this.Ā You deserve to feel good.ā
He wants to disagree, wants to tell her that heās not ready for their time to end yet, but instead he just tilts her face towards him and kisses her softly.Ā Itās not the deep, desperate kiss they had shared earlier, itās a sweet one.Ā She kisses him back, cupping his cheek and holding him close.
āIn the morning I'll fix you some breakfast and we can talk prices, but for now just rest.ā
āIā¦āĀ He swallows, āI donāt want this to end.ā
āI know, sweet thing, but just rest.ā
He doesnāt have it in him to fight much longer, not when her fingers start to comb through his hair and she hums some song he doesnāt know the real lyrics of.
it was around 3am when you felt arms wrap around you. slow at first, maybe even unsure. like they werenāt used to softness anymore. like he wasnāt sure he was allowed to be soft again. youād heard gihun pacing for a long time. quiet footsteps across the bedroom floor, back and forth, like he was trying to walk the thoughts out of his head. then, finally, he came back to bed. found you in the dark.
he was shaking. not enough to make you worry out loudābut enough that you noticed. the way his body trembled just a little as he pulled you closer, like even that took effort. like he was afraid youād vanish if he didnāt hold on tight enough. you turned to face him. his eyes were still closed, but his forehead was damp with sweat. the moonlight slipping through the curtains cast a faint glow across his face, enough to catch the way his jaw clenched and loosened again.
āhey,ā you whispered. so soft that you werenāt even sure if he heard it.
he didnāt answer right away. just moved a hand to your back, the other sliding up behind your neck, careful. steady. drawing you in until there was no space left between you. āi wonāt leave you,ā he said. finally. voice low and rough, like it had scraped its way out of his chest. like it had been buried under too much silence.
āi swear i wonāt.ā your forehead rested gently against his, your thumb brushing beneath one eye. not to stop the tearsājust to say i see you.
āi know you wonāt,ā you whispered. and he exhaled. a long, shuddering breath, like he hadnāt let himself breathe for hours. like just saying it out loud helped him believe it. you felt his breath against your collarbone. his hands were still gripping your back, clutching your shirt in fists, as if letting go would make this moment disappear. you didnāt pull away. maybe you even held him tighter than you ever had before. like if you blinked too long, heād slip through your fingers.
you fell asleep like that. limbs tangled, breaths shared, hearts still too loud. you woke before him. which didnāt happen often anymore. he was still holding you. not quite as tight, but close. you watched the way his chest rose with each slow breath. his eyelids twitched like he was dreaming, but his face was peaceful in a way it hadnāt been for days.
you brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. leaned in to press the softest kiss there. light enough that his skin barely felt it, but enough that you meant it. minutes passed. then he stirred. his fingers flexed against your spine. a quiet little smile tugged at his lipsānot wide, but honest. he could feel you watching him. could feel your warmth still tucked against him.
āhey,ā he mumbled. his voice was low, coated in sleep, but softer than the dark. somehow always softer with you. āhi,ā you whispered back. he blinked a few times, then looked at you.
āyouāre still here.ā you nodded. didnāt say much. didnāt need to. and thenāafter a pause long enough to let the air settle between youā
āso are you.ā he kissed your cheek. then your forehead. maybe his lips brushed your jaw too, like he didnāt want to miss anything.
Summary: Seong Gi-hun, a man who once participated in the deadly Squid Game, is now trying to live a quieter life with his wife, whoās currently pregnant. While he struggles with the everyday mundanities of lifeālike trying to fall asleepāsheās determined to enjoy her well-deserved rest.
seong gi-hun x f!pregnant reader
WARNINGS: age gap, fluffy, Gi-hun still traumatized
taglist: @ivanttier
Seong Gi-hun lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing. He had a lot on his plateāhis new life after the Squid Game, the joy of being married to someone as amazing as you, and, of course, the excitement (and terror) of becoming a father soon. But none of those thoughts could help him fall asleep. In fact, they were probably keeping him up.
He rolled over to his side, glancing at you. You were curled up, looking peaceful, the soft rise and fall of your breathing telling him you were already deep into sleep.
"Hey, jagiya?" he whispered, gently nudging your shoulder.
You stirred a little, but didnāt fully open your eyes. "Hmm..." you mumbled, still half-dreaming, your body shifting under the blanket to face him.
"I can't sleep," Gi-hun admitted, his voice a little too loud for the moment. He didnāt mean to wake you, but it was too late now.
You cracked open one eye, peering at him, and then let out a long sigh. "But I can," you said, rolling over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Good night."
And with that, you turned your back on him, resettling into the soft pillows and closing your eyes again.
Gi-hun blinked in disbelief. "What?" he whispered to himself, staring at your back, now perfectly still. "That's it? No sympathy?"
He scooted closer, trying to be as quiet as possible. The room was only illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights outside, and the quiet of the night seemed to make everything feel louder than it actually was.
"Jagiya, please, Iām really not feeling well. My mindās racingā¦" he trailed off, his voice half-whiny. "I just need someone to talk to."
You groaned softly, like you were in some deep, dreamless sleep. "Youāre not sick, Gi-hun. Youāre just being dramatic," you muttered, pulling the covers tighter around your body.
He let out a soft laugh, amused by how comfortable you were with shutting him down so easily. He was a grown man, and yet, here he was, looking for comfort from his younger, pregnant wife.
"Iām being serious!" he protested, though he couldnāt help the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I just need some sleep advice from my wise, beautiful wife, who is, obviously, an expert at this."
You rolled back onto your side, just enough to shoot him a lazy wink. "Iāve got the best advice. Sleep like a babyā¦ which, by the way, is exactly what Iām about to do. Good night."
Gi-hun sighed dramatically, still wide awake. "I swear, if you werenāt carrying my child, Iād be questioning my life choices right now."
You let out a soft giggle, your eyes still closed. "You're lucky I love you. Now stop talking, Gi-hun. If you need someone to talk to, talk to the baby. Iām sure theyād love to hear your very important thoughts."
"Are you calling me boring?" Gi-hun asked, trying to keep the mood light despite his growing frustration.
You peeked over your shoulder, giving him one last sleepy look. "No," you yawned. "I'm just saying... if you canāt sleep, talk to the little one in there. Maybe theyāll keep you company."
Gi-hun chuckled softly, finally relenting. "Alright, alright. Fine. Iāll talk to the baby. But only because I love you."
And as he lay there, staring at the ceiling and silently chatting to the unborn child inside youāabout his crazy thoughts on life, work, and what it would be like to finally sleep through the nightāhe couldnāt help but smile.
Even if he was the only one awake, even if the night was dragging on, he knew he was exactly where he needed to be. And the thought of the baby kicking and keeping him company made him feel just a little less lonely.
āGoodnight, jagiyaā¦ā he whispered softly, drifting off to sleep.
Pairing: Seong Gi-hun x fem!reader (member of Gi-hun's team!reader)
Summary: After surviving absolute hell, Gi-hun finally returns home, but this time, he's not alone.
Warning/s: SQUID GAME SEASON 3 SPOILERS!!, fluff, hurt/comfort and just a bit of angst (maybe?), mentions of blood, fighting, death and such, short-ish?, possible grammar and spelling mistakes
Author's note: Hi! I'm so sorry that this took so long but here it finally is! I truly hope that you enjoy!!
You were a member of Gi-hun's team for quite some time.
You were with him practically from the beginning back when he was hunting down the salesman.
Working with boss Kim made this possible.
You were one of his workers and once you heard that a man that boss Kim was after paid all of his debts willingly and once boss Kim started to work with him, you were automatically pulled along.
You spend most of your time at the pink moter or with Gi-hun at his car, monitoring the situation.
Mainly because you were the only woman on the team, plus you were like a daughter to boss Kim so he refused to put you in much more danger that it was necessary.
So after a lot of arguing you were left with no choice.
But after a while, something happened.
Something that neither Gi-hun nor you were expecting let alone were prepared for.
Neither of you were sure exactly when it happened.
Maybe it was somewhere between being introduced to each other and spending every moment together even when it wasn't needed.
Maybe somewhere along countless of empty cigarette packs on the back of Gi-hun's car and monitoring the train stations.
Maybe it even started the moment you met but couldn't be acknowledged because neither of you were ready just yet.
It was almost always unspoken.
Both of you were too busy with hunting down the man with ddakji to think about anything else let alone romance.
However both of you were hoping that once the games are finally brought down, you two could finally make the unspoken spoken.
You were always there for each other since the very beginning.
The moment you found yourself amidst the Russian Rullette between the salesman and Gi-hun just proved that.
Even though the salesman wanted you to participate, Gi-hun did everything in his power to save you from it.
"What is it? Are you two in love?"
Gi-hun's expression at salesman's taunting only proved that to him which he acknowledged with a wicked grin.
"How about this, if you loose, I'm taking her as my reward."
He didn't loose.
He knew he couldn't.
You two were almost arrested, too, once the detective walked in and saw a dead man on the couch.
However, you teamed up with him.
The news about boss Kim was a hard pill to swallow.
But you had to.
You had to because you had to help Gi-hun find the man behind the games.
You were outside of the club when you heard Gi-hun asking to be put back in the games.
You felt like screaming.
The worst thing was that you felt helpless.
You could do anything about it.
You could only listen and let it happen.
You couldn't stop it.
So when the detective went to the sea to find the island, he asked you to stay behind.
Someone had to stay at the motel and monitor the situation in the city.
With harsh circumstances, once again you had no choice.
The waiting was the worst part.
You felt like you were falling apart.
Like you were slowly destroying yourself.
You smoke more.
Some days you drank more than it was necessary.
You were overworking yourself.
Overwhelmed.
Always on your guard.
It got to the point where you would always carry a gun with you, even when you were doing something so simple like going to the store.
"I just hope they find you in time."
"I just hope you're still breathing."
"God, I just hope he's still alive"
Hope was all you had left at that moment.
However, after a week you were beginning to loose it.
The games are over.
Still no trace of Gi-Hun.
You were starting to loose the last thing you had.
But what you didn't expect was for someone to be at the motel at the moment you came back from the store down the street.
You were on high alert.
As you always were.
Bag left forgotten by the door in the hallway, a gun squeezed firmly in your hand so much so that your knuckles turned pure white.
You were slowly walking up the stairs until you reached your bedroom.
Well, Gi-hun's bedroom that you slept in ever since he returned to that cursed island.
The door was wide open.
And there he was.
Dark circles under his eyes, a cut on his cheek, bloody shirt.
But he was breathing.
He was alive.
And he was staring right back at you with a small, barely there smile on his face.
Dropping the gun on the floor and running into his arms, passionately kissing him was as easy as breathing.
"You-you're h-home!"
"You're alright."
What shocked you more was a sight of a small baby girl wrapped in two jackets looking at you curiously with her gorgeous big eyes, chubby cheeks on full display.
222
456
The last one was Gi-hun's number, you knew that because he told you that the first time he was in the games he had that number.
But 222?
He explained everything to you once you calmed down a bit.
He explained who her mother was.
How she died as he tried to save her after she begged him to save her baby.
How her father tried to kill her for the money.
How he saved her.
How they both won.
How they got away after the island was destroyed.
Finally he told you about the promise that he made to her mother.
A promise that from that day on both of you fiercely kept.
You both raised her as her own.
Filling her life with safety, laughter, joy and most importantly, love.
And even though there were days when both Gi-hun and you were in your own heads for too long, her laughter and the love you held for each other and your family always always brought you back.
One day she will know who her biological mother was.
One day she will know how brave she was, how much she sacrificed for her.
One day she will know how much she loved her, how much her grandma and auntie loved her.
I felt sick to my stomach too. It was so frustrating. I donāt know about you, but I watch things to escape reality for a bit ā not to be reminded that everything sucks all the time. Real life already hits hard enough, and thatās why it really got to me. Even knowing how impossible it was for them to beat the systemā¦ it still hurt. Honestly, I wouldnāt have minded a hopeful ending hahaha
