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— DIRTY LITTLE SECRET PT.2
( SYNOPSIS ) — your pervy college teacher gives you a private tutoring lesson!!
( WARNINGS ) — mdni. no spoilers. but this is a part two!! part one is here. my beloved perverted college teacher mr. grace <3<3 no p in v but fingers yayyy!!!!
( TAGS ) — @bluestrd @sylvie-singer @orchidocs @pittsick [to be added]
“Okay… so when a star runs out of nuclear fuel, its pressure drops, and the entire star starts collapsing in on itself, what’s that called?” Ryland asks gently, his eyes fixed on you while you stare down at your notebook, absently chewing on the end of your glitter pen.
“Remember,” he says softly, lowering his head slightly to catch your gaze. “It has a really pretty name.” His eyebrows lift in encouragement as he gives you a small smile. “You’ve got this.”
“A… supernova?” you murmur, clearly distracted as you finally glance up at him. Ryland nods immediately, leaning back in his chair. “A supernova,” he repeats. “Exactly.”
Which was the first of many questions you’d gotten wrong on yesterday’s test, making it painfully obvious that you needed a little extra help. Ryland couldn’t keep grading your papers the way he had been, giving you easy passes just because he thought you were cute.
The guilt of it had been eating at him for weeks, lingering in the back of his mind every time he handed back assignments with grades you hadn’t fully earned. So when he got your test back, he marked it fairly. And for the first time in Mr. Grace’s class, you had a failing grade.
He knew, deep down, that it was partly his fault. That heavy feeling in his chest only worsened when he placed the paper carefully on your desk that morning.
65%. Please come see me after class.
— DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
( SYNOPSIS ) — your pervy college teacher can’t help himself at the slightest reminder of you after class.
( WARNINGS ) — mdni. no spoilers to the movie lol. perverted college teacher ryland!! all his students are adults!! teacher!ryland. student!reader.
( TAGS ) — @bluestrd @sylvie-singer @orchidocs [to be added]
After a long and demanding week of managing students, whether it’s asking for extensions, helping with papers, or going back and forth with students, Ryland arrives at what he considers the most rewarding part of his day. Grading papers.
It gives him a rare moment of quiet. He can sit undisturbed, focus entirely on his work, and just relax. As he works through a portion of the stack, his attention lands on a familiar name written boldly at the top of a page in unmistakable glittery blue ink. The sight draws a small, involuntary smile from him. It’s become a trademark, one he recognizes instantly.
Over the years, he’s noticed a pattern in himself. With each new class, there’s always one student who captures his attention more than the others. The reasons are always the same. The year before, it was a quiet exchange student who rarely spoke and kept to herself. The one before that was a quiet, loser type student who remained largely to himself. This year, it’s you, and you are so different.
You’re quick witted and confident, usually volunteering in class discussions with ease. You carry yourself with a natural sense of assurance that draws others in. You’re sociable and well liked, with a big circle of friends, and even those outside of it seem to hold you in high regard.
Your personality is just as evident in your writing. Each page reflects a part of your huge personality. Your handwriting is bubbly and expressive, your i’s are dotted with small hearts, and the margins are filled with doodles of puppies or stars. The use of bright, glittery ink adds a touch that makes your work immediately recognizable.
However.. there are noticeable inconsistencies in your academic performance. Your grammar is nowhere to be found, punctuation is sometimes forgotten, and abbreviations appear more than the full words. While your work carries personality and effort, you definitely aren’t a top student.
— DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
( SYNOPSIS ) — your pervy college teacher can’t help himself at the slightest reminder of you after class.
( WARNINGS ) — mdni. no spoilers to the movie lol. perverted college teacher ryland!! all his students are adults!! teacher!ryland. student!reader.
( TAGS ) — @bluestrd @sylvie-singer @orchidocs [to be added]
After a long and demanding week of managing students, whether it’s asking for extensions, helping with papers, or going back and forth with students, Ryland arrives at what he considers the most rewarding part of his day. Grading papers.
It gives him a rare moment of quiet. He can sit undisturbed, focus entirely on his work, and just relax. As he works through a portion of the stack, his attention lands on a familiar name written boldly at the top of a page in unmistakable glittery blue ink. The sight draws a small, involuntary smile from him. It’s become a trademark, one he recognizes instantly.
Over the years, he’s noticed a pattern in himself. With each new class, there’s always one student who captures his attention more than the others. The reasons are always the same. The year before, it was a quiet exchange student who rarely spoke and kept to herself. The one before that was a quiet, loser type student who remained largely to himself. This year, it’s you, and you are so different.
You’re quick witted and confident, usually volunteering in class discussions with ease. You carry yourself with a natural sense of assurance that draws others in. You’re sociable and well liked, with a big circle of friends, and even those outside of it seem to hold you in high regard.
Your personality is just as evident in your writing. Each page reflects a part of your huge personality. Your handwriting is bubbly and expressive, your i’s are dotted with small hearts, and the margins are filled with doodles of puppies or stars. The use of bright, glittery ink adds a touch that makes your work immediately recognizable.
However.. there are noticeable inconsistencies in your academic performance. Your grammar is nowhere to be found, punctuation is sometimes forgotten, and abbreviations appear more than the full words. While your work carries personality and effort, you definitely aren’t a top student.
the pitt fandom kind of sucks because you tell someone you want to actually talk about the show and all they respond with is, “omg look at this age gap ship!! age gap!! this character is younger and this one is older and they should be together!! age gap ship!!”
like talking about anything else would be so super great!!
thoughts on frat!ludwig?? fratboy lud who is suchhhh a himbo! he may have a distaste for labels but everyone knows he wants you like a drug. he is so so so sweet, loves rambling about anything and everything, has a knack for parties, and loves girls in mini-skirts!
u don’t even understand how quickly i foamed at the mouth reading this.. frat!ludwig is the man of my dreams i fear.
AND ITS SO PERFECT THAT YOU SENT THIS because i literally could not for the life of me figure out what to write for him.. thank u rina ❤️❤️❤️
zionists not allowed on my page btw, please block me!!!
── FAVORITE STUDENT ꩜
( SYNOPSIS ) ── your college professor keeps you after class to ‘run some tests’ on his current project, but that’s not really all he wants.. right?
( WARNINGS ) ── no spoilers!! no smut, just making out. teacher!reed, student!reader.
( TAGS ) ── @jclolz22 @pittsick @fishinsuits [to be added]
“What am I doing wrong?” Reed mutters to himself, his eyes scanning the scattered sheets across his desk. Equations, graphs, and scribbled notes form a chaotic mess. He stands with his hands braced on his hips, tension etched across his brow.
“Everything is off in one way or another,” he sighs. His eyes drift across the empty classroom until they land on you by the door, your bag slung over one shoulder as you quietly push it shut behind you.
“Mr. Richards,” you say with a warm smile, walking slowly toward him until you’re on the opposite side of his desk.
A spark flickers in his expression as he straightens. “Just the person I was hoping to see,” he replies, gesturing for you to come around the desk. He grabs one of the sheets and holds it out to you.
“I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what I’m missing here,” he says, a frustrated smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And you’re one of the only students who actually pays attention in my class. I was hoping you might give it a shot.”
You blink up at him, wide eyed. The compliment stirs something nervous in your chest. You glance down at the paper, then back at him. “I can try,” you say cautiously.
── NIGHT LIGHT ⟢
( SYNOPSIS ) ── after another one of reed’s infamous power outages, your boyfriend johnny comes with the solution to all your problems.
( WARNINGS ) ── no spoilers!! being scared of the dark. nothing else!
It had happened again.
Another one of Reed Richards’ late night experiments had blown the power grid, leaving your apartment in pitch black silence. Living just a few blocks from the Baxter Building had its perks, proximity to your superhero boyfriend being the main one, but moments like this made you question whether it was all worth it.
The bad part? Losing power twice a week, like clockwork, thanks to Reed tinkering with things the city’s infrastructure was clearly not built to handle. The worse part? You were still, to this day, hopelessly afraid of the dark. A childhood thing. Unresolved, unimportant. At least that’s what you always told yourself.
But the good part? Johnny always came.
The second the lights flickered out, he was already on his way, like muscle memory. Hovering outside your window, flames crackling gently across his body, casting warm light across your bedroom walls.
You were curled up in bed, flashlight wedged under the blankets like some makeshift bunker, when you heard a soft tap at the glass. That familiar quiet hum of fire accompanied it, comforting, warm, familiar.
You peeked your head out from under the comforter, already smiling. And there he was, floating a few feet from your window, his face illuminated by a soft amber glow, brows raised, that charmingly smug smile already in place.
You climbed out of bed and crossed the room, opening the window just enough for him to slip inside. He extinguished the flames across most of his body the second he landed, except for the steady flame burning on his right hand, casting gentle light across your room like a makeshift lantern.
“I heard someone was in desperate need of a hero,” he teased, his voice soft but playful. “Lucky for you, I happen to know one.”
meeting ma and pa kent
( synopsis ) — after dating for a little under a year, clark finally brings you to smallville to meet his parents. request can be found here!
( warnings ) — just playful suggestion at the end, nothing happens.
It was… terrifying at first, the idea of meeting Clark’s parents. The two of you had been seeing each other for just under a year, and while that wasn’t exactly short, it also didn’t feel long enough. Was it too soon? Too late? You weren’t sure. Especially now that the two of you had just moved in together. Things were getting serious.
The moment came quietly, as most important ones do. You were curled up with Clark on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, his hand comfortably splayed over your thigh. The TV played softly in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention. Clark leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Hey, baby?” he murmured.
You looked up at him, brows raised. That’s when he said it. “I want to take you to Smallville. Want you to meet my parents.”
And with the way he looked at you.. soft, hopeful, completely in love, there was no possible answer except, “Of course, Clark. That sounds really fun.” You even kissed him after. But inside? Your stomach had dropped.
where superman ends and clark begins
( synopsis ) — you and clark had just had one of the worst fights, leaving you to question whether there’s still room for your relationship, and clark to juggle the weight of being both superman and himself.
( warnings ) — arguing, not feeling good enough, crying clark, relationship problems blahhh
“Damn it,” he whispers, voice low and weary as he sits perched atop some random rooftop in Metropolis. His elbows rest on his knees, head cradled in his hands as he sighs deeply, shaking his head in frustration, at himself, at everything.
The two of you had just gone through one of the worst fights in the history of your relationship. It was intense, emotional, raw, and painful. Until finally, you walked into the bedroom and slammed the door, locking it behind you. You both needed space. Any longer and you might’ve said things you couldn’t take back.
You hadn’t yelled when you said it. You weren’t angry, you were tired. Worn down from weeks, maybe months, of feeling like an afterthought. Like you didn’t matter as much anymore.
Not in a dramatic, unreasonable way. You understood what it meant to be with Superman. You knew what it meant for the people of Metropolis to depend on him, and you were proud of him for it, your selfless, devoted Clark.
But something had changed. He’d been missing dinners. The spontaneous calls to check in had stopped. He’d show up in the dead of night, bruised and exhausted, long past when he said he’d be home, never with an explanation. And even when he was physically there, he wasn’t really present. He’d barely stay an hour before vanishing again.
cooler than bruce wayne
( synopsis ) — after coming home from one of bruce wayne’s over the top gala’s, a drunk clark gets pouty n jealous that you didnt give him the attention he thought he deserved!
( warnings ) — drunk jealous clark, bruce wayne mention
“Mm.” Clark hums softly from where he’s stretched out across your lap, the back of his head resting against your thighs. His glossy, adoring eyes are locked on your face, as though you personally strung each star in the sky just for him.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” you ask without glancing away from your laptop. You’re making final edits on your latest article, one hand typing steadily while the other absentmindedly runs through Clark’s hair in slow, comforting strokes.
“I love you,” he slurs, his voice thick with affection. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes dazed but focused entirely on you, utterly sincere in his lovesick haze.
You finally glance down, your brows lifting slightly in surprise. You lean in to press a quick kiss to his lips, your thumb gently brushing a bit of your lip balm from the corner of his mouth. “I love you too, Clark,” you whisper.
“No, you don’t,” he murmurs, shaking his head slowly. “You don’t love me like I love you. I love you so, so, so much more.”
“Clark, you’re drunk,” you laugh, unable to hide your amusement as you look down at him.
jealous of jimmy
( synopsis ) — clark becomes upset and a little insecure about the fact that you and jimmy have been so close recently, but thankfully you’re there to reassure him that he still has his chance with you! requested here.
( warnings ) — insecure, sorta jealous, clark! also a quick thank u for 400 followers i love u all!
“You look upset.” Lois chuckles lightly as she approaches Clark’s desk, resting one hand casually on the back of his chair, the other occupied with a coffee that tastes more like sugar than coffee.
Clark jolts slightly, immediately glancing away from where you’re standing with Jimmy. He pulls off his glasses, rubbing his eyes with a sigh. “No, I don’t. I’m fine,” he mutters.
But it was painfully clear he wasn’t.
He’d been watching you all morning.. not with those usual soft, dreamy looks he gave you when you were buried in research, the kind that made it seem like he was daydreaming about your future together. No, this time his expression was distant. Cold. Somber. And of course, there was a reason.
Lately, you’d been spending a lot more time at Jimmy’s desk than usual. Sure, you and Jimmy were friends, always had been, but the closeness had become… noticeable.
And Clark would know. He spends, frankly, about 75% of his workday glancing over at your desk. But that’s not the point.
“just hold me”
( synopsis ) — a badly injured clark comes to you after a losing fight against the kaiju. not only does he need to be patched up, but his ego needs a little fixing to. and luckily for you, your praise does just the trick.
( warnings ) — none. suuuuuper fluffy n cute. i love sensitive crybaby puppyboy clark!
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“Shit,” you whisper from where you sit on your bed, a deep frown tugging at your mouth as your teeth press down on your index knuckle. Your eyes are locked on the screen in front of you, anxiety etched into every part of your face.
The TV plays live coverage of the chaos downtown. The setting sun casts a warm hue through your window, an almost cruel contrast to what you’re watching unfold. Superman soars across the sky, moving fast and focused, his fist connecting with the kaiju’s eye and forcing a roar of pain from its throat. The blow stuns it, but only for a second.
The monster recovers quickly, lashing out with a powerful arm. Its massive claws grip Superman’s cape, yanking him out of the sky and slamming him through a high rise. You flinch as glass explodes outward, his body crumpling against the steel frame inside before disappearing into the shadow of the building’s interior.
You can’t watch anymore. Your hand reaches for the remote and shuts the screen off just as the Justice Gang steps in, finally giving Superman a chance to catch his breath.
Silence fills the room like smoke. You sit there, frozen, your hands still clutching the fabric of your blanket as your mind races through everything you just saw. You know Superman is stronger than anyone. Practically invincible. But that kind of impact would break bones on anyone. And he’s still human in some ways. He still feels pain. That has to mean something.
Before you can sink too deep into your thoughts, the sound of glass crunching in the distance makes your head snap up. The noise barely registers before your bedroom door creaks open and Clark steps through.
He looks wrecked.
clingy clark
( synopsis ) — after insecurely taking advice from jimmy and spending hours online, clark distances himself from you. scared he might’ve overwhelmed you with his clinginess. all for a crying clark to come back home to you.
( warnings ) — none! just an insecure, clingy clark.
( tags ) — @jordiemeow [to be added]
“Just leave them alone for a second, Clark!” Lois laughs, watching as Clark’s arms stay locked around your waist, his face practically buried in your shoulder like a big, needy golden retriever.
“Yeah, dude. Clinginess isn’t cute. I should know. I’m probably the best guy in the room when it comes to women,” Jimmy adds from beside Lois, nudging her playfully before he’s met with a sharp glare.
“Oh, shut up,” you say to Jimmy, leaning back into Clark’s hold. “Just give me a few minutes, baby. Lois and I are talking about the article.” You give his arm a quick pat before slipping out of his grip.
When you and Lois walk off toward the printing room, Clark stays behind. He frowns, glancing at Jimmy and leaning against the edge of the desk, his arms crossed.
“Do you think that’s true?” he mutters. “Do you think they get annoyed when I’m too… affectionate?”
Jimmy barely looks up. “Most definitely,” he says flatly. “I mean, come on, man. You’re like a big dog. Always all over them.. hugging, touching, laying your head on them. If I were dating you, I’d lose my mind.”
And that conversation sticks in Clark’s head longer than it should. Later that night, he’s alone in his cold, quiet room. The only light in the room comes from his computer screen. He’s slouched in front of it, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stares at the headline on the screen:
“Are Clingy Boyfriends a Turn-Off?”