we’re going to be okay

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[kelieah]

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛! 𝚒’𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐. 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

☞ 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  ☞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡  ☞ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝  ☞ 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

☞ 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

☞ 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 !

☞ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜! 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌! 𝚒'𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 :)

☞ 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚡

𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

☞ 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜

☞ 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍

☞ 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎

☞ 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

☞ 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗

☞ 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎

☞ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜

☞ 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜

☞ 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎

☞ 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚝𝚌)

☞ 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 (𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚜)

𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 

☞ @𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚊𝚑𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐  ☞ @𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚊𝚑𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐

𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚡

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𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠!

𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 

☞ 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 

[marveladdicts]

Chadwick Boseman as T'Challa / Black Panther CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR | 2016

[kelieah]

how about the reader accidentally saying i love you for the first time since they started dating with peter parker :)

never

pairing: clark kent x female reader

warnings: kinda emotional? suuuper sweet, v fluffy, some smoochy smoochy

author's note: this totally isn't a request from years ago... sorry nonnie. anyway since i'm in a clark kent mood i'm going to make this about clark, our current golden boy. sorry not sorry. i have no idea how i want to organize my content rn so heads up with my yappiness and inorganization

w/c: 1.3k

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It's been almost a year since Clark made things official with you. You remember the day down to every detail like it happened yesterday. You could close your eyes and remember the strong smell of freshly baked pie, the sound of the breeze running through the tall grass of his family’s home, and Clark’s oh so sweet voice as he talked you toward the question you both had been anticipating for months.

“What’s the occasion, Mrs. Kent?” you asked as you stepped into the familiar comforting house Clark had been bringing you to more often ever since you both grew close as friends.

“Honey, you known me for almost eight months now. You can call me Martha,” Clark’s sweet mother playfully reminded you. “And nothing sweetheart, Clark let me know ahead of time that the two of you would be over so I thought why not pie?”

You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip as the sweet woman laughed at her own remark. “I can’t complain. I love your pie,” you smiled. You took a sniff, eyebrows raising as you recognized the delicious smell of warm blueberries. “You made my favorite?”

Martha simply shrugged and turned away with a small smirk on her lips that you didn’t catch. “Clark’s outside by the way, hon. Think he was just helping Pops with something.”

Letting go of the fact that she knew you were going to ask where he was before you could even ask, you hummed in response and turned back around to the front door. “Mmkay, thank you. Mrs– Martha,” you corrected yourself immediately and bashfully left the entrance room.

“Bless her heart,” she muttered to herself when she heard the door close behind you. “Don’t even know what’s coming up,” she chuckled quietly while shaking her head.

“Hey punk,” you teased when finding Clark sitting down on the outdoor loveseat upon the porch.

His head turned toward you and gosh, you felt like your knees could go weak right then and there. All he did was look over and smile. That damn smile. Such a charming, heart-squeezing smile, and don’t get you started on those eyes of his. You could drown in them.

“Y/n?” his voice snapped you out of your little falling head over heels daze. You didn’t even realize that he responded or that you were spacing out.

“Oh, uhm. What?” you tried to reply as smoothly as possible but clearly that didn’t slide. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks from embarrassment and intimidation alone. He never intimidated you in a demeaning way, it was more so a… your mind would turn into a giddy, bashful, overwhelmingly terrified and excited anytime you were around him way.

His beautiful frame lets out a deep handsome laugh. His shoulders shake as his laughing faded and soon enough he was standing. He took a couple steps forward. “Follow me?” Before he could even take another breath, you were already following.

He couldn’t help but smirk down at you. You were gazing at the ground for a moment, but it was as if his stare was lasering through you. “W-What?”

“You sure do like the word what.”

“Shut up.”

Not too long after, the two of you were walking through the fields not too far from his family home. “I’m going to be incredibly straightforward, if that’s okay?”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to kill me?” you joked, but didn’t realize your voice sounded so sincere.

The poor man’s eyes nearly flew out of his head and you’ve never seen a man’s lips move so fast to reassure a woman. “NO! What!? Do you really think I would?”

“No!” you laugh and gently grab his arm as an act of reassurance. You snicker a bit more after replaying his reaction and lean forward out of a laughing habit.

Clark rolled his eyes and like a pouting puppy, playfully crossed his arms. His build was so broad, his slight movement didn’t even end up pushing you away. It was as if you leaned into a huge, gorgeous teddy bear.

“Goodness.. anyway… uhm…” the Kryptonian cleared his throat and straightened himself up. He gently grasped your shoulders and stood you up quick. Noticing his immediate change of body language, you tilted your head and gazed up at him with genuine interest. “D-Don’t look at me like that.” You raise an eyebrow, deciding not to respond verbally. “Not! Not that I don’t like it. I mean. Shoot. Ugh, I’m really bad at this.” 

Having a feeling of what is coming up, you let out a soft laugh and reach out to him as he took a couple steps back. “Yeah, you are. Kidding. You’re okay, Clark. It’s just you and me.”

The sarcasm, the immediate reassurance, the gentle touches and your eyes, God, your warm doe eyes. Those are the eyes Clark wants to see for the rest of his life, when he wakes up, before he leaves to save the world, whatever it may be. Noticing he was getting into his own spacing out moment, he shook his head to bring himself back to the conversation. “Right. Exactly. That’s,” he took a sharp inhale. “That’sexactlywhatIwant.”

“Huh?” you responded, genuinely confused at what he said toward the end of his sentence.

“Just you and me. For as long as possible. Y/n, I want you to be mine. I want to be yours,” he whispered.

“I love you.”

Is what you wanted to say immediately when he asked that day. But here you are now, not even realizing the words that just slipped out of your mouth as you are washing the dishes and Clark is drying them. The damn dishes.

Some part of you is upset, but for just a moment. You’ve been dreaming and planning on how you would say it. Because you knew, for what felt like ever since the two of you made eye-contact, as cliche as that it is, you wanted to say it. Ever since, you had been daydreaming about who would say it first and how one would say it. Yet here you both are now, and the more you think about it, after a cooking a meal together with a shared glass of wine, relaxing conversations and flirty touches, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

His dark blue eyes immediately find yours for confirmation. “I-I do,” you whisper as if you could hear exactly what his eyes were asking.

“W-What was that again, darling?” Clark decides to use his powers to his advantage and flew over to you in an instance, swooping you up in his arms. 

You let out a squeal and cling to him, “Clark! My hands!”

He drops the rag he was using to dry the dishes and laughs at your comment, “I love you too.”

Your worry about soaking and soaping up his sweater instantaneously diminished. “Y-Yeah?” you mutter as his face moves closer down to yours.

“Yes,” he whispers back, another smile growing onto those pretty lips of his. His nose carefully grazes yours and he slowly presses his forehead against yours. His arms snake tighter around you so that there was no longer any space between your bodies.

Your eyes were already glossy at this point. Beats pass as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes. Everything begins to settle in for you. Clark’s warm embrace, fingers rubbing circles into each other’s clothes, the comforting silence after confessing each other’s love for one another, it was all hitting. Your lips part and a soft cry slips out.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and cradles you to where he can press gentle kisses against your temple.

You can’t help but begin to cry more out of pure admiration, gratitude and so much more you couldn't even begin to describe. “I-I love you so much, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Though he can hear how fast your heart is beating, his heart is beating incredibly so much faster. He would get down on one knee right now and propose if he had the ring. “I love you so much too.”

His lips meet yours and you melt right into his arms. Your hands find the nape of his neck and your fingers begin to tangle into his dark hair. His big hands ever so gently pull you even closer into his chest, his fingers slightly grasping you as if he's saying he's never going to let go. Your lips curl into a small smile against the kiss, knowing that he would never.

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would totally have a taglist but it's been years so i don't know who's active right now lol

[kelieah]

how about the reader accidentally saying i love you for the first time since they started dating with peter parker :)

never

pairing: clark kent x female reader

warnings: kinda emotional? suuuper sweet, v fluffy, some smoochy smoochy

author's note: this totally isn't a request from years ago... sorry nonnie. anyway since i'm in a clark kent mood i'm going to make this about clark, our current golden boy. sorry not sorry. i have no idea how i want to organize my content rn so heads up with my yappiness and inorganization

w/c: 1.3k

-

It's been almost a year since Clark made things official with you. You remember the day down to every detail like it happened yesterday. You could close your eyes and remember the strong smell of freshly baked pie, the sound of the breeze running through the tall grass of his family’s home, and Clark’s oh so sweet voice as he talked you toward the question you both had been anticipating for months.

“What’s the occasion, Mrs. Kent?” you asked as you stepped into the familiar comforting house Clark had been bringing you to more often ever since you both grew close as friends.

“Honey, you known me for almost eight months now. You can call me Martha,” Clark’s sweet mother playfully reminded you. “And nothing sweetheart, Clark let me know ahead of time that the two of you would be over so I thought why not pie?”

You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip as the sweet woman laughed at her own remark. “I can’t complain. I love your pie,” you smiled. You took a sniff, eyebrows raising as you recognized the delicious smell of warm blueberries. “You made my favorite?”

Martha simply shrugged and turned away with a small smirk on her lips that you didn’t catch. “Clark’s outside by the way, hon. Think he was just helping Pops with something.”

Letting go of the fact that she knew you were going to ask where he was before you could even ask, you hummed in response and turned back around to the front door. “Mmkay, thank you. Mrs– Martha,” you corrected yourself immediately and bashfully left the entrance room.

“Bless her heart,” she muttered to herself when she heard the door close behind you. “Don’t even know what’s coming up,” she chuckled quietly while shaking her head.

“Hey punk,” you teased when finding Clark sitting down on the outdoor loveseat upon the porch.

His head turned toward you and gosh, you felt like your knees could go weak right then and there. All he did was look over and smile. That damn smile. Such a charming, heart-squeezing smile, and don’t get you started on those eyes of his. You could drown in them.

“Y/n?” his voice snapped you out of your little falling head over heels daze. You didn’t even realize that he responded or that you were spacing out.

“Oh, uhm. What?” you tried to reply as smoothly as possible but clearly that didn’t slide. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks from embarrassment and intimidation alone. He never intimidated you in a demeaning way, it was more so a… your mind would turn into a giddy, bashful, overwhelmingly terrified and excited anytime you were around him way.

His beautiful frame lets out a deep handsome laugh. His shoulders shake as his laughing faded and soon enough he was standing. He took a couple steps forward. “Follow me?” Before he could even take another breath, you were already following.

He couldn’t help but smirk down at you. You were gazing at the ground for a moment, but it was as if his stare was lasering through you. “W-What?”

“You sure do like the word what.”

“Shut up.”

Not too long after, the two of you were walking through the fields not too far from his family home. “I’m going to be incredibly straightforward, if that’s okay?”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to kill me?” you joked, but didn’t realize your voice sounded so sincere.

The poor man’s eyes nearly flew out of his head and you’ve never seen a man’s lips move so fast to reassure a woman. “NO! What!? Do you really think I would?”

“No!” you laugh and gently grab his arm as an act of reassurance. You snicker a bit more after replaying his reaction and lean forward out of a laughing habit.

Clark rolled his eyes and like a pouting puppy, playfully crossed his arms. His build was so broad, his slight movement didn’t even end up pushing you away. It was as if you leaned into a huge, gorgeous teddy bear.

“Goodness.. anyway… uhm…” the Kryptonian cleared his throat and straightened himself up. He gently grasped your shoulders and stood you up quick. Noticing his immediate change of body language, you tilted your head and gazed up at him with genuine interest. “D-Don’t look at me like that.” You raise an eyebrow, deciding not to respond verbally. “Not! Not that I don’t like it. I mean. Shoot. Ugh, I’m really bad at this.” 

Having a feeling of what is coming up, you let out a soft laugh and reach out to him as he took a couple steps back. “Yeah, you are. Kidding. You’re okay, Clark. It’s just you and me.”

The sarcasm, the immediate reassurance, the gentle touches and your eyes, God, your warm doe eyes. Those are the eyes Clark wants to see for the rest of his life, when he wakes up, before he leaves to save the world, whatever it may be. Noticing he was getting into his own spacing out moment, he shook his head to bring himself back to the conversation. “Right. Exactly. That’s,” he took a sharp inhale. “That’sexactlywhatIwant.”

“Huh?” you responded, genuinely confused at what he said toward the end of his sentence.

“Just you and me. For as long as possible. Y/n, I want you to be mine. I want to be yours,” he whispered.

“I love you.”

Is what you wanted to say immediately when he asked that day. But here you are now, not even realizing the words that just slipped out of your mouth as you are washing the dishes and Clark is drying them. The damn dishes.

Some part of you is upset, but for just a moment. You’ve been dreaming and planning on how you would say it. Because you knew, for what felt like ever since the two of you made eye-contact, as cliche as that it is, you wanted to say it. Ever since, you had been daydreaming about who would say it first and how one would say it. Yet here you both are now, and the more you think about it, after a cooking a meal together with a shared glass of wine, relaxing conversations and flirty touches, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

His dark blue eyes immediately find yours for confirmation. “I-I do,” you whisper as if you could hear exactly what his eyes were asking.

“W-What was that again, darling?” Clark decides to use his powers to his advantage and flew over to you in an instance, swooping you up in his arms. 

You let out a squeal and cling to him, “Clark! My hands!”

He drops the rag he was using to dry the dishes and laughs at your comment, “I love you too.”

Your worry about soaking and soaping up his sweater instantaneously diminished. “Y-Yeah?” you mutter as his face moves closer down to yours.

“Yes,” he whispers back, another smile growing onto those pretty lips of his. His nose carefully grazes yours and he slowly presses his forehead against yours. His arms snake tighter around you so that there was no longer any space between your bodies.

Your eyes were already glossy at this point. Beats pass as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes. Everything begins to settle in for you. Clark’s warm embrace, fingers rubbing circles into each other’s clothes, the comforting silence after confessing each other’s love for one another, it was all hitting. Your lips part and a soft cry slips out.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and cradles you to where he can press gentle kisses against your temple.

You can’t help but begin to cry more out of pure admiration, gratitude and so much more you couldn't even begin to describe. “I-I love you so much, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Though he can hear how fast your heart is beating, his heart is beating incredibly so much faster. He would get down on one knee right now and propose if he had the ring. “I love you so much too.”

His lips meet yours and you melt right into his arms. Your hands find the nape of his neck and your fingers begin to tangle into his dark hair. His big hands ever so gently pull you even closer into his chest, his fingers slightly grasping you as if he's saying he's never going to let go. Your lips curl into a small smile against the kiss, knowing that he would never.

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would totally have a taglist but it's been years so i don't know who's active right now lol

[kelieah]

dang i forget how self-critical a writer can be to themself. it's like as i'm writing my mind is racing with thoughts of go back go back reread rewrite rewrite wait what does that word mean? did i use it correctly? should there be a comma there? am i rusty? can i even write? go back redo that wait what

[kelieah]

currently working on a little clark kent blurb...

feel free to send requests btw!!!

[kelieah]

what i look for in a man…

- faithful

- honest

- kryptonian

- vulnerable

- kindhearted

- genuine

- likes pop punk likethemightycrabjoys

- protective

- emotional

- sweet

- nerdy

- can fly

- loves breakfast for dinner (i could eat breakfast for every meal)

- intelligent

[kelieah]

HEY YOU!

YEAH YOU.

I SEE YOU FEIGNING OVER CLARK KENT…

SO… WHY DONT YOU SEND ME A FIC REQUEST SO I CAN MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE ;)

[xoxo-simone]

husband!clark kent headcanons

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husband!clark who like having an excuse to match you. matching keychains, matching jewelry, matching clothes, absolutely anything. he loves when you two are going somewhere or doing something where you get to dress up because then he gets to match his tie or some part of his outfit with the color or style of your own.

husband!clark who almost gets a cartoon nosebleed when he sees you wearing anything related to superman. one time he saw you in a superman tank top and short shorts with the symbol all over them and he almost passed out. he just can’t keep away when you’re wearing his symbol.

husband!clark who tries hard to avoid doing too much damage to the city, but he tries extra hard for you. he doesn’t want to inconvenience anyone’s day, but he feels especially bad if he gets a subway line or bus route that you use on your way to work, or if he causes damage to a business you like or anything of the sort.

husband!clark who hogs the blanket, but it isn’t really his fault. he’s already taking up his whole half and is a huge cuddler, so sometimes he thinks he’s pulling you closer, when really he’s just pulling the blanket closer, and then he gets confused in his sleep because that’s not his warm spouse, so he starts sleepily moving your arms around to hug the crap out of you.

© punchsimone 2025

[kelieah]

this is the cutest sweetest most precious thing ever oh my gosh

[souliloqui]

clark kent x f!reader

synopsis: you'd like to hear clark curse.

"say fuck."

"no."

"say fuck, please?"

clark huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes before looking down at you. you return his gaze with wide blinking eyes, a symbol of feigned innocence and utter cuteness. it takes a lot of strength for clark to not crumble beneath that heavy load.

"why do you want me to say it so bad?" clark asks, curious and watches as you shrug.

"just want to hear how it sounds," you reply. "like i hear you say gosh and golly all the time. which is absolutely fine by me, i love the whole innocent farm boy thing you've got going on."

clark's ears turn a soft red as his cheeks bunch up with his amused smile.

"but i just want to hear it'd sound with your voice. and if it's going to be just as panty-dropping worthy as it is in my head."

clark's smile widens. "so you think about me?"

"slow your roll, smallville," you reply, smiling just as wide. "so what do you say? please say fuck. i'll give you $20."

"i literally can't be bribed," clark says, amused. "but if i was willing, i would require more than $20."

you eye him with playful suspicion. "what would your terms be?"

clark pretends to think about it, humming as he draws closer to you. he curls his arms around you, pulling a very willing you into his embrace. you steady yourself with your hands on his chest, peering up at him as you await his answer.

"a dozen kisses and three cuddles sessions," he says after a minute and you nod solemnly.

"plus the $20?" you ask and clark shakes his head, working you both into a gentle sway.

"it's never about the money. it's just about me spending time with my favourite gal and fulfilling her oddly specific desires."

"aw, aren't you the sweetest?" you coo, reaching up to cradle his dimpled cheeks. "okay, deal. a dozen kisses and three cuddles. now please say fuck."

"okay, sweetheart," clark agrees, clears his throat, and leans in until his lips are brushing against your slightly warm ear. your heart pounds loudly in your chest, anticipation rising as you await for the word to jump.

then clark says:

"ffffiddlesticks."

and cracks up to the point of tears as you push his bulk away with little success.

[kelieah]

i LOVE this so much oh my goodnes, i need him

[kelieah]

i’m eating up all this clark kent content please post more

[puppieluvz]

[tempobaekh]

i need him so bad its concerning at this point

[kelieah]

if any of you are ever wondering, where the heck is kelly? what is she up to? why isn’t she writing anymore?

here’s your answer my loves!

obviously, we all have life going on. we know that. but me personally, besides that fun blessed rollercoaster, i’m trying to steer toward content creating. these next couple of months i plan to focus on creative content specifically. hopefully if i’m able to squeeze it into my schedule. i’m officially a boss now!!! ah!!! anyway i hope to focus on anything that uses my creativity and niches. and i do plan on returning to writing when i have the time and energy!!!

here are my current most active content accounts:

instagram and threads: @kellymugteabye

tiktok: @kellymugteabye

here are my soon to be active content accounts:

youtube: @kellymugteabye

tumblr: this handle

thank you all for your love, concern and support. i love you all so very much.

here’s a recent short vid incase you’re curious about what my niche is and what my content is like :)

please note. i will never force anything upon anyone. i do not make promises. i truly am only here to spread love, entertainment and education.

[kelieah]

hiii my loves, i’m itching to get back into reading and writing! currently fixated on super-man… yes, the new movie got me hooked on clark kent… and yes, i’m still fixated on spider-man too… so!

please recommend me any fics about super-man and spider-man!!!

AND PLEASE send in REQUESTS about super-man and spider-man!!!

(yes, i do tend to read smut but i no longer write it to post publicly)

[kelieah]

GUY’S FALL IS IN THE AIR AND I AM SLOWLY FALLING BACK INTO MY ARVIN RUSSELL PHASE

[kelieah]

if any of you are ever wondering, where the heck is kelly? what is she up to? why isn’t she writing anymore?

here’s your answer my loves!

obviously, we all have life going on. we know that. but me personally, besides that fun blessed rollercoaster, i’m trying to steer toward content creating. these next couple of months i plan to focus on creative content specifically. hopefully if i’m able to squeeze it into my schedule. i’m officially a boss now!!! ah!!! anyway i hope to focus on anything that uses my creativity and niches. and i do plan on returning to writing when i have the time and energy!!!

here are my current most active content accounts:

instagram and threads: @kellymugteabye

tiktok: @kellymugteabye

here are my soon to be active content accounts:

youtube: @kellymugteabye

tumblr: this handle

thank you all for your love, concern and support. i love you all so very much.

here’s a recent short vid incase you’re curious about what my niche is and what my content is like :)

please note. i will never force anything upon anyone. i do not make promises. i truly am only here to spread love, entertainment and education.