ᯓ★Clark Kent x Reader ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
𝒜/𝒩: 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹! 𝐼’𝓂 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶! 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎’𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎!
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"Okay children. Now, does anyone know why we only see in black and white?" Your teacher asked in kindergarten. The class full of shushed 'no's or children shaking their heads.
"It's because we don't see color until we meet our soulmate. At first its just a splash, here and there. As we fall in love, we begin to see more and more color. Then, when were in love, and loved so dearly in return, we see full color." She explained. Some of the kids curled their faces into sneers of disgust, some of their eyes were wide with the possibility of having a true love story. You however, rolled your eyes, unbelieving.
"Can we go back to writing now?" You asked, bored of the conversation.
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You were running late, later than late. Of course, the subway just had to come early for once, making you wait so long you ran back out of the station, hailing a cab.
"Fifth and Concord please." You asked the cab driver, him nodding and pulling away towards the Daily Planet. Perry was gonna tan your hide. You didn't even have time to pick up your morning coffee, much less anything to eat. You slumped in the uncomfortable vinyl seat, sighing.
After tipping the cab and hurriedly rushing to the elevator, you were slowed down by some fool with the same delayed start as you.
"Thank you," the tall curly haired man said in a voice too small to be his own. You hummed in response, looking down at your phone. When you hit your floor, you darted out, the stranger on your tail. You entered the glassy bullpen, Perry waiting impatiently while chewing on a cigar.
"Y/N, I've been waiting for you, there's been a new development in the boravian and Jarhanpurian conflict, i need you to get on it for today's paper. No later than noon, got it?" He asked in a low voice, you immediately nodding. "Oh and Y/N? Clark Kent, show him around."
"Perry, you need this article by noon, I can't-" you began nervously, your coat not even on the hook, coffee mug dry at your desk.
"You can, or you can have a write up for being late." Perry warned. "And Clark?" He asked.
"Oh! Er- yes, Mr. White?" He asked sheepishly, all 6'4" of mid-western politeness squirming beneath Perry's sharp tone.
"Try to be on time tomorrow?" He asked with a sigh.
"Oh, yes sir, will do!" He said, his dorkiness almost endearing.
"C'mon Clyde, I don't have all day." You huff.
"Well, sorry, actually it's -" Clark tried. You cut him off, sighing.
You did not have time for this.
"Look, I have to write a first page article by noon, and I'm losing time. So please, don't interrupt." You sigh again, Clark nodding.
"So here's the bullpen, full of senior reporters, we all have our beats. Mine happens to be international affairs. Here's your desk, this is Jimmy Olsen. He does photography for the paper. This is the wonderful Miss Lois Lane, you'll be working with both of us pretty heavy. And that, is Cat Grant, she writes the gossip column, we write the actual news." You introduced, Cat rolling her eyes.
"Here's the coffee machine, bathroom is down the hall, and that corner office is Perry's. Lunch is at 12:30, and I think that just about covers it. Any questions, Clyde?" You ask, a bit breathless as you flit around the office.
"Uh, no that covers it, but my name is Clark. Clark Kent." The curly headed man said in that unassuming tone.
"Oh I'm sorry. Clark, my name is Y/N, I never formally introduced myself." You laughed softly, outstretching a hand. His calloused, large palm met yours in a firm grip. You gasped quietly, feeling a slight hint of electricity. "It's nice to meet you, Clark." You smiled sweetly. Your eyes trailed up to meet his finally, and you could've sworn you seen something.
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Later, after the article about the Boravian Military conflict was finished and on Perry's desk, you finally felt like you could breathe. You leaned back in your chair with a sigh, your eyes trailing over to Clark hanging something up. It was a picture of back home. Clark along with his parents on a rural farm, the sky a strange color…
You looked up a color chart on google. Obviously the whole soulmates thing was fake, right? No one actually saw color…right? There it was, taunting you beneath your cursor. Blue. It was just a flash, but the color began to taunt you. You sighed, looking down. Your palms pressed into your eyes. Maybe you were just tired. Or maybe - no, it was impossible!
"Jimmy?" You asked, pen tapping your chin.
"Yeah, Y/N? What's up?" The photographer asked.
"Do you believe in the whole soulmates make you see color thing?" You asked, wanting your friend to weigh in.
"It's a romantic thought, I mean I've seen a few flits of color here and there…" He shrugged. "Not totally sure though." He said noncommittally. You hummed in thought.
"What about you Lois, what are your thoughts?" You ask your best friend.
Her aqua eyes trailed from Jimmy to yours. "Well…I've never seen color, but its a good thought. Could be a huge conspiracy too though." She jokes, sipping her too strong coffee.
Then finally, you turn to Clark, the taunting image of the farm boy and his parents glaring at you. "Clark, what are your thoughts?" You ask sweetly, looking up at the behemoth of a man that he was, shrouded beneath an ill-fitting suit. He turned in curiosity, eyes the same taunting sky blue. You gasped slightly, trying to hide the way you could see his eye color. His eyes widened slightly as they met yours. Through his he saw a flash of honey brown, your eyes taunting him.
"Who- me?" He asked dumbly, making you laugh. God, he could listen to your laugh forever.
"Yeah, Clark, you. What do you think about the color when you see your soulmate for the first time?" You ask.
"Well, geez, Y/N, never really thought about it," He said with a shrug. "I like to believe in it, it's romantic to think about. The thought that you know because your world becomes complete really is a nice thought." He said earnestly. You smiled as he said it, until Steve's laugh whipped through the bullpen like a jagged knife.
"Well, Carl, seems like your up in the clouds! Someone's a hopeless romantic." He barked out a laugh. No one else laughed through the bullpen.
"His name is Clark, Steve. And I don't remember asking you anything, don't you have a meteors loss to report about?" You quipped, him huffing and stomping away.
"Carl, Clark, whatever…" He had mumbled angrily while stomping away.
"Don't mind him, Clark, Steve's a moron." You rolled my eyes. He shook his head, smiling coolly.
"It's alright, Y/N, my name gets forgotten or mistaken pretty frequently. Clark isn't a common name anymore." He shrugs.
"Doesn't mean it ain't worth remembering." You reassure, honey brown eyes staring back at his sky blue ones. You smiled at him fondly. He smiled gently, looking down, adjusting his glasses.
"Well, that's awfully kind of you, Y/N." He said tenderly, laughing earnestly.
"Well, that's lunch!" Jimmy interrupted the moment, making you wanna yell at him for ruining it.
"Geez, Olsen, you ever think about anything other than food?" Lois laughed.
"Girls. Girls and food." He teased back.
"Well, what are we feeling today?" You asked the others. Lois wanted burgers, Jimmy wanted burritos, which left you and Clark to decide. "Hmm, I'm kinda in the mood for pizza, what about you Clark?" You ask.
"Pizza doesn't sound too bad, but im not picky." He assured.
"Two outrules one!" You proclaimed in victory. The other two groaned but caved.
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Later, the four of you were eating happily, getting ready for the last four hours at the Daily Planet. Lois made a lame excuse for the two of you to step out, going on a coffee run to a cafe up the street in the last 20 minutes of lunch.
"So…what's up with you and Kent?" Lois asked.
"Nothing, why?" You asked, a flush rising in your cheeks. How could you possibly tell your best friend that ever since the bumbling reporter practically fell into the office with you, you could suddenly see blue? You weren't even sure you could let the words fall out from between your lips, let alone to Lois Lane.
"Just seem awfully sweet on him to me. Didn't treat the last guy this nice." She hummed.
"Well, Scott wasn't exactly a man who's easy to be nice to." You defended. Scott, the man who occupied Clark's desk previously was downright rude. The first day he had smacked your ass, and implied you and Lois only got good stories because you were sleeping with Perry. All of which he said in excruciating detail. Perry had fired him pretty quickly, and he was blackballed from the news world so harshly the rumor was he couldn't even get a job in Gotham.
"That's fair. But still," she lamented after you both ordered coffee for the four of you. "You don't give just any guy the time of day. So, why Clark?" She persisted.
"Must I be subjected to Lois Lane's journalistic impulses?" You asked with a groan.
"Today? Of course." She insisted.
"Well," You began with a sigh. "You know how I've maintained the theory that color is made up and no one actually sees color, right? I mean, how many guys did I go out with because I thought it was baloney?" You ask. "That was until today, when he stumbled in and guess what." You huff.
"Apparently blue is a very real color, which your eyes are a glaring reminder of." You sigh.
Lois remained quiet for a moment. "My eyes are blue?” She asked.
“Lois-“ you sighed, her not taking the bigger picture more serious.
“Okay, well, has he acted weird?” She asked, looking at you as she grabbed two of the coffees.
"When he looked at me earlier he looked startled when our eyes met." You let out softly. I wonder what he saw… you thought fleetingly.
"Then he must've seen your eye color. What else is the explanation?" She mused. She always could practically read your mind.
“Get out of my brain.” You groaned, earning a laugh from the aqua eyed reporter.
"I don't know what to do Lois, I really don't. I've never subscribed to the idea of soulmates, and now? This man can just waltz in and now I see blue?" You sigh, looking down. She was about to respond, before the elevator dinged. She shot you a sympathetic look, before you both started out of the elevator. You grabbed Clark's cup, the blue paper of it mocking you.
"Here's your coffee, Clark." You smiled sweetly up at him. Okay, beneath that ill-fitted suit and coke bottle glasses…he wasn't bad on the eyes. He looked at you with a fond look, smiling warmly.
"Thanks, Y/N." He said softly, his fingertips brushing yours. Oh you are so whipped.
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It started slow. Even so, you both engaged in this silent dance. It was small at first, like Clark remembering your exact coffee order, down to the smallest details. First, he'd come in, practically tripping over himself. Then, smiling at you as he set it on your desk, sitting at his to your right. He was like a golden retriever, patiently waiting for you to take a drink.
"How do you remember it, Clark? You haven't gotten it wrong once." You observed with a laugh behind your cup.
"Hmm, I don't know, I've got the memory of an elephant I guess." He said with a dorky grin, tapping his temple. What he didn't mention though, was how he committed everything about you to memory. Everything, no matter how insignificant it may be.
"Really? Well, in either case, it's awfully nice of you Clarkie." You smiled, the nickname rolling out easily, not missing the way he flushed slightly. You knew Clark had begun seeing color, seeing your eye color first. Just as you had seen blue first to match his eyes, he began seeing brown. First paycheck after meeting him, you had went to the mall, buying a wardrobe of creams and browns. While it might seem plain, you had done it expressly to catch Clark's eyes. So today, you dawned a cream blouse with brown trousers, black heels on your feet.
"You look pretty today." Clark had mentioned softly as you got up from your desk for lunch. You felt your stomach flip; full of butterflies.
"You think so, Smallville?" You asked softly, looking down at an outfit in which you couldn't see the colors of yet. An outfit you had expressly worn because you knew he could.
"Yeah, it brings out your eyes." He said without thinking, looking at you with a puppy love kinda look.
"Is that so?" You asked with a gentle smile,the confirmation he could see your eye color damning.
It registered to him what he said, making him begin to stammer.
"Clark." You cut him off, laughing softly. "That tie your wearing really brings out your eyes." You said, looking into his sky blue gaze behind his clunky glasses.
His expression split into a grin, looking at you tenderly, full of adoration. "Wanna go for lunch?" He had asked, standing up and grabbing his coat. You beamed, taking him up on the offer.
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You and Clark had began seeing each other. You started out casual. Well, about as casual as soulmates can be. It originally started with the coffee, then to occasionally going out to lunch. Then, it turned to elevator rides filled with tension. You'd be close to a kiss, but then the bell rang and you were snapped back to reality.
"Hey, Clark?" You had said with a hopeful tone in your voice.
"Yeah?" He asked, that same awestruck look in his aqua gaze.
"Would you maybe wanna come to mine for dinner tonight?" You had asked, smiling softly.
He had grinned, nodding. "I'd love to."
So later, here you were cooking in your kitchen of your small, blue apartment on Sullivan and Concord, the paint a start reminder of Clark’s cornflower blue eyes. Dinner was almost finished, makeup freshly touched up. You trusted your mother with what she said your colors were, forever sticking to them like a religion. So here you were in a mauve lipstick, and brown eyeshadow with Smokey eyeliner. You couldn't even see the colors, yet felt like this whole ritual felt like it was for Clark.
Clark: hey, something came up
You sighed, alternating on one hip. What could possibly be anymore important than a first date with your soulmate? You shook your head, tucking your hair out of your face. How do I even respond?
Y/N: and I'll hold you to that rain check!
You chose the easygoing route as you stepped out of heels. You chose to be unbothered as you wiped off your lipstick and stepped out of your clothes to get under the warm shower. Then, you chose to be detached as you got out, stepping into soft pajamas and blow dried your hair. You packed up dinner that had went cold, eating your chicken parm in front of the TV while watching Sex & The City. You had even packed up a portion for lunch for Clark.
So, with the first date dinner packed up in the fridge, and the other side of your bed conviently lacking a certain senior reporter, you went to bed.
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You had tried again, another chance date at your apartment. You were trying out a new recipe, a lemon artichoke caper pasta with grilled chicken. You made a gorgeous sauce, tangy with just the right amount of citrus. You were still alone, still waiting for your soulmate. As you stirred the sauce, your phone pinged.
Then, the dreaded text that you swore you were just anxious about. The one you tried convincing yourself wouldn't actually come. But alas, it did.
Clark: I can't make it tonight :(
Clark: I swear I will next time
You sighed in frustration, setting down the phone. Clark was…sweet. If only your bumbling, clumsy, soulmate wasn't late or didn't show up half the time. You felt bad about leaving him on read. But hey, he could wait a bit as payment for standing you up a second time. So, you finished your dinner for two as a dinner for one. You packed up Clark's portion, clipping closed the Rubbermaid lid before letting it cool. Then once it was all put away and your apartment was warm, even without your soulmate, you went to bed. But still, it seemed to gnaw at you. Was Clark cheating? You weren't even really together, I mean not explicitly. You weren't exactly sure what label to pen to your soulmate. Maybe something really did come up. Even the thought of it was lame. So while Superman flew around Metropolis, neutralizing whatever threat it was tonight, you mourned your second failed date. Before you knew it, you were crying, not even totally sure why. You couldn't even help it as you picked up the phone.
The internal weight settled on you like a cinder block to your ankles in the deep end of a pool as the phone rang.
"Hey, this is Clark! Leave your name and number and I'll call back in a jiffy!" The reporters voice rang out on the other line, far too cheery for the current dilemma of you crying into your duvet.
"Hey Clarkie, its Y/N… I was just calling with the hope you'd come by tonight when your not tied up…but I think I must be running into some bad luck so…yeah, keys under the mat if you uh, if you come by. In case you don't though, goodnight!" You had said into the phone, a slight sniffle or suppressed hiccup in your voicemail to your not-boyfriend-soulmate-coworker-thing. Then, you turned off the light and went to bed.
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The next morning you packed Clark's dinner from last night out of the fridge, toting it with you onto the subway on your way to the Daily Planet. Once there, the familiar faces of Lois, Jimmy, Perry, even Kat and Steve greeted you in the bullpen. But all you cared about was one reporter who was conspicuously…absent. It was normal for Clark to come in late. But that paired with no morning text? Not even a missed call from a man who notoriously preferred calling? You told yourself you were overreacting, that Clark probably missed the subway while stopping for the coffee for you he never got wrong. Then came lunch. Still, no Clark.
Y/N: hey Clarkie, you okay?
Y/N: Clark? Where are you?
Y/N: Clark, I'm really worried baby, please call me when you get this. I'm not even mad please you just have me scared.
You carried on the day like normal, watching the TV in the bullpen detail about a tank of a man beneath an iron suit. He called himself The Hammer of Boravia, and was after Metropolis' hometown hero, Superman. The thought of The Man Of Steel twisted your gut. Not for him taking a pummeling from The so-called Hammer of Boravia, but rather that your soulmate always interviewed The Man Of Steel. Yet here you were, at the Daily Planet with a soulmate missing in action.
So, you did what any good field reporter would do. You went outside, right into the thick of it without your soulmate to hold you back and keep you out of harm’s way. That was, until you found yourself on the pavement outside of the Daily Planet, looking at the battle taking place in the sky between Superman and The Hammer of Boravia.
"The United States will continue to feel the wrath of The Hammer of Boravia! My actions today can only be blamed on the Kyptonian's choices!" He announced in a thunderous voice. You watched as he flung the Last Son of Krypton through the air, even Superman struggling to keep up with the villain who seemed to know Superman's every move. You couldn't help but take note of everything, this was going to be front page news by tomorrow morning. That was, until a car managed to be hurled your way. You had screamed, bracing yourself for the inevitable with a two-ton car being chucked at you. Until it never came, instead feeling the wind sweep through your hair. You opened your eyes cautiously, looking up to see Superman flying you to the top of the Daily Planet. Your eyes made contact, the same sky blue pools you seemed to mourn over a glass of wine staring back at you. The strong arms held you, a warm hand on your lower back that felt so familiar.
"You're safe, your gonna be okay. Now, go inside where it's safe." He had said in a commanding tone. You knew that voice, and while it was different it felt like home. It felt like the morning coffee order that was never messed up, the lunch break dates, the elevator tension. As you gaped up at him you realized all around you, you seen color. Full, complete color. The yellow and red of his suit popping against the blue you were used to. His face read that he didn't want to leave, but knew he needed to return to the fray.
"Knock him dead, Superman." You said breathlessly before he whizzed back into the sky, clashing dangerously with The Hammer of Boravia. You walked back into the building, still reeling from your interaction with The Man of Steel. Then, it washed over you like a bucket of ice water. It was a faint memory, but one that still managed to stick.
"Now, do we know what the conditions are to seeing the full color spectrum for the first time?" The teacher had asked, children shaking their heads yet watching with rapt attention.
"The first time we see the full spectrum has two conditions. One, you both have to completely love each other. Two, you have to be with your soulmate the first time you see color. From then on, your vision will never be black and white again." She explained, the children letting out a chorus of 'ooh's and 'ah's.
"Oh my god," you said softly as the memory washed over you like an ocean's wave against jagged rocks. It was unforgiving and relentless. It also left only one explanation. Clark Kent, the nervous, bumbling, clumsy senior reporter was also your soulmate. But, Clark Kent was also Superman, the Last Son of Krypton, Kal-El.
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You texted Clark, about as naturally as someone can for finding out their soulmate not only is their coworker, but apparently the Last Son of Krypton too.
It was a tall order for the superhero, courting danger coming with the territory and all. Regardless, you sat on your couch with a glass of wine in your hand, realizing with your newfound full spectrum vision that you luckily did pick furniture that matched for your apartment. That was until you heard a soft knock at the door. Not the front door, but rather the glass patio door. To your 7th floor apartment. You looked over to find Superman, looking a bit worse for wear.
You immediately went to the sliding door, letting in your soulmate who's been subsequently plaguing your thoughts for the past two days.
"I don't know what to call you. Superman? Kal-El? The Last Son of Krypton? Man of Steel? Clark?" You said, half-joking, drinking more wine.
"Either way, I might just have to stick to soulmate on account of the too many alias." You let out with a soft laugh.
"Clark is fine." He said, sitting heavily into your loveseat. You traded your wine for hot cocoas, bringing him a mug.
"Are you hurt?" You asked, your voice taking a softer edge to it, looking at the man you cared for so deeply. You brushed stray curls out of his face, fingers lingering on his dirty forehead.
"Not too badly." He answered softly, leaning into your touch softly.
You smiled sympathetically, sliding into his lap. You let out a soft sigh, laying your head on his shoulder. "I'm not hurting you am I?" You asked softly, him shaking his head.
"No, honey," he began softly. "You could never hurt me." He said tenderly, arms encircling you. He buried his face into your hair. You both enjoyed each others embrace, a lingering moment of shared silence settling comfortably between you.
"So when were you gonna tell me you're Superman?" You broke the silence. Clark's chest rose with a soft laugh.
“You’re taking this surprisingly well for just finding out.” He mused softly, avoiding the question.
“Clark, really. When were you gonna tell me?” You asked softly.
"Let's not ruin this, hm, honey?" He asked, in that special voice he only used with you.
"Clark-" you began, a sigh escaping him, effectively cutting you off.
"Honey, I wanted to tell you… so many times…this," He said, gesturing to the suit. "Is the reason I've been flaking. You don't know how much I kicked myself about this. How many times I wanted to let Metropolis burn just so I could be here with you. But they need me, just like you need me…" He said sadly, burrowing his face in your shoulder. "But I'm sorry I can't always be here when your counting on me…"
You kissed your teeth slightly in sympathy, wrapping Clark in your arms. "I know, Clarkie. You could have told me a little sooner, but I don't expect you to come and drop everything to hang out if Metropolis is at risk of being torn apart." You explained. You looked at him tenderly, your hand finding itself on his cheek. He looked up into your brown eyes, smiling ever so slightly at you.
"Of everyone in the universe and beyond it, I'm glad you were who turned out to be my soulmate." He had let out, voice earnest and every word falling on your ears like a prayer.
"I'm glad you're my soulmate too, Clarkie." You said softly, with a soft laugh as you kissed his temple adoringly.
He scrunched his face slightly at the kiss, turning his face up to look at you. His ocean eyes that you had fallen in love with looking into your honey brown ones. He carefully carded hair out of your face, the Last Son of Krypton's fingers tracing your cheek tenderly. His fingers trailed along your profile, caressing your jaw.
"I love you, Y/N…I probably should've said that a while ago." He said softly, thumb stroking along your pliant cheek. You were inches away from a first kiss between the two of you, looking into your soulmates eyes. The same eyes that let you see color for the first time, that exposed you to a myriad of shades of blues. The same eyes that triggered you seeing the full color spectrum. The same eyes that belonged to your bumbling, clumsy desk neighbor at work who was entirely too nice. They also happened to be the eyes of The Last Son of Krypton. Regardless, no matter if they were Clark Kent's eyes or Kal-El's, all you cared about what that they belonged to the man you were so desperately in love with.
"I love you too, Clark…I probably should've said that a while ago." You said, teasing softly as your hand rested on his chest. You swore beneath your palm you could feel his heart skip a beat as you looked into his aqua eyes. His face turned into a grin, eyes seeming to light up. You felt his other hand firm on your waist, palms so large they damn near spanned to your spine. You felt his touch grow almost possessive. You didn't feel like a prey animal in the jaws of death. Rather, you felt like you were a precious stone that only a sacred few could gaze upon in his grasp. Your other hand found its way into his dark, curly tresses, your touch tender. It nearly erred on the side of posessive as you brought him closer. Your warm breaths mingled together, soft plush lips parted in a mutual desire to meet at long last.
"Kiss me?" You asked quietly, your voice a whisper against Clark's lips. He smiled softly, gaze adoring you as he brought your face closer to his.
"Of course, anything for you, sweetheart." He murmured, your lips finally sealing into a kiss. It was electric, making you feel like live wires had replaced your veins. You pulled Clark closer. Now that you had a slice of hometown grown Kryptonian, you felt addicted. Clark Kent? The total boy next door type who wore ill-fitting suits and just so happened to stop buildings from falling in his free time, also happened to be a great kisser? How on earth were you so lucky? You two had kissed slow, yet full of love and tenderness. Some say a picture is worth 1,000 words. Well, you were under the impression they had never kissed Clark Kent.
When you both came up for air, both of your lips puffy and swollen, you had giggled. That's right, giggled. Clark had managed to make you feel like a teenager, sneaking kisses in your bedroom back home. But now you were a grown woman, a known force to be reckoned with at the Daily Planet for your tenacity. Yet still, Clark had managed to awaken that sixteen year old in you all over again. The kind who snuck around with the boy next door without a care in the world.
"You're a really good kisser, Clarkie." You had said breathlessly. You were a vision, sultry eyes and puffy lips looking at Clark like he hung the moon itself. Well hell, with all the new information you have digested today, you wouldn't be shocked if he actually did. The Kryptonian had grinned softly, thumb still caressing your cheek tenderly while your own fingers carded through his curls. Clark was so whipped.
"Not so bad yourself, honey." He had smiled, pulling you closer. You and Clark were in love, no doubt about it. Most girls mind when they find out the guy they've been seeing is leading a double life. But, when that other life is missing a second family and instead is hiding a cape and a red 'S' on the chest, you couldn't bring yourself to mind. As you laid your head on Clark's shoulder, you began to think about all of it. At the end of the day, you got Clark, and Superman, so you have had some seriously good karma coming your way for pulling that one off.
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𝒜/𝒩: 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉! 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹!
As always thank you to my very lovely beta reader, @mochiimilktea , and as always go support her!!! Also, the top right photo in the collage is what your vision looks like at first for visualization purposes!
