you're as sweet as candy—warm as honey. the list of sweet related comparisons for you were endless. seeing you just walk into a room brightened someone's day, filled them with warmth, and clark was no stranger to those feelings. he was the weakest one for that charm of yours. he's damn surprised he hasn't gotten cavities from the gooey warmth you simply radiate. you're so unbelievably sweet.
you make his blood pressure sky rocket, it's gotten close at times that he's sure that his heart would end up blowing out of his chest. he wouldn't even mind it. for you? anything was worth it. even the most unfortunate result of.. a crater in his chest. clark's so weak for you! all the ushy gushy feelings he'd tried to contain regarding you were getting far too much. chloe and pete were sick of him yapping away about how pretty you looked, how nice your perfume smelt and how badly he just wanted to ask you out.
ask you out? him? clark? worst idea ever. again, chloe and pete had already made a bet on how long it would take him to even strike up a conversation with you (it was always you who would speak to him first.) and chloe's bet was literally in the next 50 years. so the odds weren't looking up for him, let's be honest.
"candle apple?" clark doesn't know how he ended up here, stood infront of you with two toffee apples in his hands. they're comically small against the size of his hands, but the sheepish smile on his face makes him seem smaller than he is. he's shitting himself, heat in his cheeks, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
it was the bi-annual county fair in smallville. one of clark's favourite occasions that happened in the small kansas town. as the resident farm boy, clark went with his mom and dad to help them out with their agriculture stand, selling produce to those he decided to come by. which so happened to be pretty much everyone. it was a small place—you can probably tell by the name.
you so happened to live on a farm nearby. not as close as lana but close enough that your family and his often exchanged produce, gave tips, and had an all together quite nice connection. clark wouldn't admit it but he not so secretly loved the fact that your family was close with his own. it meant his chances of seeing you increased a dozen. he could never complain about something like that. it was a common occurance for you to also be present at the country fair, helping your family with their own stand—a stand that was pretty close by to the kents'.
you're surprised clark's offering, your eyes lifting to meet his. "for me?" clark's pretty sure his heart exploding for the fiftieth time in the last hour. he nods faintly, a little meekly, shuffling on his feet a bit. needing you to take it, so he doesn't feel as awkward as he does for even considering offering, he pushes it out towards you a little.
"yeah," he breathes out. "for you." a sigh of relief slips past his lips when you do take it from his hand. success! he was surprised it'd worked for a reason he's not sure of. why wouldn't you have accepted it? it's just.. a candy apple. it's not exactly an expensive gift, or something rare. the candy apple stand is within both of your views from where you're stood. but it means a lot, seeing as he went out of his way during a busy county fair to get you something.
and it was worth it for clark when he sees the beaming smile on your face. the way the sun gleams off your skin and makes your eyes all shiny. it's the prettiest sight to him. "thank you so much..." you hold it like it's a treasure, not aware that the real treasure in his eyes is stood right in front of him. clark shrugs his shoulders like it was nothing.
"you deserve it," his voice is low, soothing. not betraying any of the nerves positively swimming within him at that moment. "pretty busy fair.. thought you deserved something sweet."
clark scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, using the candy apple in his other to gesture around a bit. it's warm enough that the sugary coating won't harden, he can afford to be a little playful. "you're sweet enough," your words are easy, a teasing lilt to the end of your words. little do you know, clark's thinking the exact same.
a nervous little laugh escapes him. "you flatter me," he dismisses your words, not wanting you to know how much they actually mean to him. he's starting to feel warm, really warm, and not just from the blazing sun beating down on him. it's only fall, damn it, he shouldn't be this hot.
hot? yeah, accurate to describe him. he wouldn't know it but he makes you just as gushy and gooey as you do to him. you're just far better at hiding it. "it ain't flattery if it's true," the heat in your own cheeks isn't just from the sun either. it's from his dorky little smile and the way he looks at you. like you're everything. like you're his.
god, he wishes you were—and you wish the same. confessing those feelings isn't as easy as sharing candy apples, however. even if you both wish it was the case. "guess you're right..." you'd been staring at his chest for the past few minutes as the two of you spoke. when you realised yourself, you averted your gaze to the candy apple in your grasp as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
clark thinks he notices your wandering eyes, but he doesn't want to make any assumptions. to be honest, he'd been doing a similar thing too. he just couldn't help it. the weather was warm enough for you to be wearing something less covering, and clark had to admit, he loved what he saw. "but you deserve more than an apple." it seems like clark's come up with some sort of an idea, a realisation dawning on his pretty face.
"you're thinkin' of somethin'," you search his gaze, spinning the apple around by the stick in your grasp and soon following his gaze to where you find it lingering on the carnival area of the fair. a gasp escapes you, and the giddy look on your face is again, everything to clark. "you wanna—?"
clark grins, that stupid, charming grin that beams and lights up his face. it in turn lights up yours. "mhm," he hums, nodding his head toward the carnival games. winning you a stuffed toy would genuinely make his entire life. knowing that you'd go to bed that night cuddled up with something he'd worked to win for you? he could've jumped with joy.
in a moment of pure courage, clark offers his arm out to you, and you're not even second guessing when you take it eagerly. your hand rests on his bicep gently, thumb stroking over the plaid material of his shirt. this feels perfect. you on his arm, so close to him. the scent of your perfume wafts up into his nose and the scent of his cologne wraps you up like a quilted blanket.
"gonna win you so much stuff you're not gonna be able to carry 'em all home," clark teases, slowly starting to lead you over to the carnival.
you pat his arm gently, tongue sticking out as you giggle. "i got you to carry them all for me, don't i?" clark lets out a sigh and shakes his head playfully, letting out a quiet laugh at your words. but you're not wrong. he'd carry the entire world for you, not just the abundance of stuffed toys he planned to win for you.
Modern House MD part 2 because you liked the last one
Chase wears lip balm and House and Foreman make fun of him. Cameron says he’s brave for breaking gender roles.
House walks in while Wilson is treating one of his cancer patients. The patient says “It’s 2025.. you guys know it’s legal…. right?”
House lowballs people on reverb
House does sports betting on draftkings
Chase convinced Foreman to invest in bitcoin with him and they both lose money
Cameron gets the minecraft world in the divorce
B-Plot where a clinic patient comes in thinking they are going to die because Google AI overview told them.
Also related: Episode where a patient is experiencing AI induced Psychosis
Old pictures of Cuddy’s college days are found on her old myspace profile of her and house partying at college
Ducklings have debates over whether they are millennials or Gen Z - Foreman and cameron say millennials Chase says Gen Z
Wilson invests in a high quality skincare routine
Chase grows a mustache
Cuddy downloads Life360 on Houses phone but he figures out how to pause his location without notifying her. She realizes and puts an airtag inside his cane.
There’s an Instagram called @PPTHhotties and chase and wilson are always featured on it. There’s an ongoing bet to figure out who runs the account. it’s still unknown.
House abuses the word “Woke”
House says “God forbid a white boy catches a vibe” When Foreman gets mad at him.
Cameron and Chase get into a HUGE fight when she discovers he still eats at Chick-Fil-A.
House has his own soundcloud where he uploads his original pieces
