so like i just moved into college. im adjusting big time. unfortunately it’ll take longer for me to find time and energy to write these fics but trust me they will eventually released. just maybe not too soon.
Hi! I really loved your writing for I have a boyfriend! and I was wondering if you would be willing to write a pt. 2 when he finally confesses to the reader that he’s Superman and maybe tells the reader how he felt when he realized during I have a boyfriend that the reader just wanted to be with him.
secretly this is me whenever i get into a good groove when writing fanfics. i just wish i was better at world building than only describing what the characters do or their direct thoughts. but nothing more practice can’t help with!
tina and i are just the same person living two completely different lives.
summary:krypo’s strength is no joke. especially when he plays too rough to the point of you losing your literal memory. what lengths will clark go through to bring the real you back?
warnings: stressed clark. frustrated reader. use of Y/N.
a/n: part of this deleted and i had to rewrite it from memory…which lowk sucked. crossing my fingers it isn’t obvious. not really proofread but it’s whatever. but i hope you guys enjoy it!
I will remember you.
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by.
Weep not for the memories.
As you sit on Clark’s couch you cannot help but get misty eyed watching the ASPCA commercial begging for contributions to help animals in need. The commercial feeling 10 minutes long as all sorts of different pets flash on the screen.
Your heart wrenches at the thought of poor, defenseless animals in trouble. Seeing clips of them overheating and in pain sends a wave of guilt through you. Who could do that to such innocent animals?
Clark, even without his super senses, could not ignore the soft sounds of your sniffles and the sight of you wiping small tears from your eyes.
He immediately focuses on you and tightens his hold around your waist as if to remind you that he is there for you.
“It’s okay, baby, I got you.”
It is not like this happens often. It usually takes something really moving or upsetting to affect you like this. Or at least that is what you like to tell yourself.
In reality, more times than not, Clark finds himself with a teary-eyed partner clinging onto him for even the slightest bit of comfort. Not that he minds. In-fact, he takes much pride in knowing that he is the one person you turn to when your feelings get too much.
This time is no different than the rest.
Clark would do anything to bring a smile to your face. If he could rank things he loved most it would go saving people to his parents to the way your smile makes him feel. It makes his insides all mushy and his resolve crumble.
As you ramble on about how you wanted to save every single animal in the world and tend to them as if they were your own, Clark searches his mind for the perfect thing to say to make you feel better.
“I actually am pet-sitting a dog right now for my cousin. Do you want to meet him?”
“Oh my god, yes please,” you say as you sit up straighter to meet his eyes.
Excitement is practically radiating off of you at the thought of meeting a new furry friend to play with and dote on. Your instant 180 from weepy to cheerful threw Clark off for a loop just for a moment before he stood up off the couch to open a nearby window.
“Just a fair warning, baby, Krypto is a super dog. He can be much more…active than most dogs you have ever met before. And he isn’t exactly one to listen to orders,” he says before letting out a long, deep whistle out of his lips.
In your mind you think ‘how bad could it be?’ Sure you have met a handful of aggressive dogs but no bad accidents have occurred from them. And if things become too much, it is nice to know that your boyfriend, Superman of all people, is right here to help at any second.
Boy were you wrong.
Krypto flew into the apartment so quickly that if you blinked you would have missed him. But there was no way you could miss the feeling of paws colliding into your stomach with such force that your breath gets knocked directly out of your lungs.
You do not exactly know what you were expecting from this interaction. A lot of belly rubs and fawning, probably. Maybe the occasional lick, for Krypto not you. Obviously.
Not getting knocked straight into the ground by a 30 pound ball of fur with a cape.
Krypto’s nails dug into your shirt as he continuously bounced you up and down on the ground out of pure enjoyment. The super dog clearly excited to meet somebody new to play with.
It would not be so bad if it was not for the fact that all the erratic movements had your head hitting the wooden floor over and over again. Each hit seemed to be more forceful than the last. Soon enough, it feels really hard to keep your eyes open for much longer.
All you could register now was the sound of a dog panting above you and Clark ordering Krypto to stop before the entire world fades to black.
A dark, dreamless sleep overtakes you. Seconds, minutes, hours passing right by without you having much say or control.
The only solace in this state is the fact that you feel somewhat safe. Although you are alone, you subconsciously know that nothing bad is going to happen while in this infinite void of nothingness.
Until you smell it. Gross and warm and utterly canine.
Heavy eyes shoot open to see a dog hovering above you, literally hovering. The animal’s face is not too far from yours while it breathes freely through its mouth.
You do not let yourself get too caught up in the fact that a dog is flying right before your eyes. Hands quickly envelopes the fuzzy face to guide his breathing anywhere other than directly into your own face.
You inhale a quick, deep breath of air before you hear it. Or well, him.
“Baby? Baby, you’re awake. Oh my goodness are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you need me to do anything for you?”
You look around.
First: you notice that nothing seems familiar to you at all. Not even your thoughts.
Second: you find yourself laying down on a couch, plush and wide, swaddled in a blanket the color of clouds and the blue sky mixed together.
Third: you see an absolute god of a man standing above you to the side of the couch. Looking like he came straight from a museum after being chiseled perfectly by the most skilled artist the world has or ever will see.
He quickly holds onto the dog and maneuvers the animal away to give you space. Questions are still leaving his mouth one after another, but you could only focus on one thing.
“Who is baby?”
“You are. Remember when we talked together about nicknames to call each other? You said you liked baby. But only to be used when it is just the two of us because you thought it was too cheesy to be used in public,” the mysterious man says.
The look on his face, eyebrows knit together, is stern while the rest of his body does not quite meet his face. Shoulders tense and fists clench as if he is bracing himself for something terrible.
“Is that my name?”
“No, of course not. You name is Y/N.”
Hearing your supposed name feels foreign to you. You want to believe what he says, but something is just not right. And only one obvious answer stands out to you.
“Am I being pranked?”
“Pranked? What? No, you are not being pranked,” he stutters out. He looks almost even offended at the fact that you even accused him of pulling a prank.
“Who are you?”
“Do you really not remember anything at all?”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you rack your mind for anything at all that tells you who you are. All you were coming up with were blanks. It was like a big room that once held fond memories and comfort was suddenly cleared out without a single trace.
Name? Y/N, you suppose. Anything else about you? Absolute zero clue.
You were caught off guard by the god-like man beside you pacing back and forth along the couch hurriedly muttering amongst himself.
Because you were laying down in the same position for so long, your body ached to sit up and stretch your limbs. As you make your move you suddenly were pushed back down against the couch by two large, warm hands and his face hovering above yours.
“You cannot be getting up. You have to rest while I figure out how to get your memory back.”
Wow he is hot.
“What?”
You freeze. Did you just say that out loud? Good job. You lost your memory and embarrassed yourself, wonder what else worse could happen.
Too awkward to say anything you act like nothing happened and you did not just tell him he was hot. With your mind still hazy you convince yourself that if you act natural enough he will believe you never said anything in the first place.
“I mean..I am your boyfriend so it would be a little weird if you did not find me hot, even if you do not remember a thing about me,” he chuckles out a little bashfully. Maybe this relationship is new and you never complimented him so outright before.
He clearly saw the look of pure surprise on your face once finding out he is technically yours. You did not exactly execute a stealthy way of hiding the way your eyes widened and your eyebrows shot up high.
“Hi. I am Clark. Your boyfriend and now sole caregiver to whatever you need while you recover your memory. I just now realized I have yet to tell you who I am. My apologies,” he says as he straightens up and holds out his hand.
Clark. Wow. That is a name you do not hear everyday, but now you find yourself wanting to say it more often. Especially in other more natural circumstances and situations. Such a sophisticated name but also with a touch of something you cannot exactly place.
What you do not expect is when you give him your own hand, instead of shaking it like you initially thought, he presses a slow kiss to the top of your knuckles. If you thought you were bad at hiding your surprise from earlier, you are even worse at hiding the blush that spread across your cheeks from the small gesture.
A round of applause to past you for bagging that absolute 10/10. Your mind cannot comprehend how much of a gentleman he is just from words and a single kiss alone. How can this man get any more perfect?
It is not too long before the room goes silent again and a new question enters your brain.
“So do you still think of me the same? Or are past me and present me two completely different people to you?”
He ponders for just a second, wanting to say the right thing to you that will not immediately make you feel overwhelmed.
“Albeit the unfortunate circumstances, I still love you wholeheartedly. I see you exactly the same way when I first laid eyes on you. Breathtakingly perfect,” he says without a trace of doubt, “You are still my baby…I mean..if you still want to be. I do not expect you to jump into my arms and feel the need to act romantic. If you need time on your own to figure things out about anything going on, I will 100% respect that.”
“However, I still think it would be really cool if we could fall in love all over again,” he mutters under his breath.
Aw. Your heart flutters just the tiniest bit hearing his reassurances. The fact he actually enjoys the possibility of us falling in love again instead of thinking of it as a chore seems so romantic to you.
“Let me try something to jog up your memory,” Clark says as he sits on the other end of the couch, not wanting to freak you out by sitting too close too soon. You move to sit up into a cris-cross position, but find yourself a little disappointed in the big gap of space between the two of you.
He soon goes on to talk about you. Your likes. Your dislikes. The things you act indifferent towards but secretly love so much. The way you feel things deeply in your heart. Everything you could ever think of, Clark is saying right now.
He even goes on to talk about your entire relationship timeline. Starting from the very first day you met each other to right now at this exact moment. Whether it be something small like your first time holding hands to something as big as your first ‘i love you.’ Clark recalls it all in perfect memory, even down to the exact date everything happened.
Clark no doubt has the ability to hyper fixate on the things he has interest in. While other people have things like Star Wars or Pokémon or something like that, Clark has you.
Even small things like how your guilty pleasure is that you really enjoy mainstream pop music. And even that you really like egg drop soup, though only from a specific Chinese restaurant in the city because it supposedly tastes ‘eggier’ than any other you have tried.
But it really gets to a point with how many details he is telling you. Do you really need to know that you prefer caramel over chocolate? Not urgently at this moment. Yet he keeps going and going.
With all the information getting thrown at you, it is all become too much in that moment. Your head feels like it is swirling with every single word Clark says. You eventually bury your face into the couch cushion and wearily mutter out a pleading ‘I need a break.’
When people usually find out they lost their memory they would go into a crisis, right? They would worry beyond belief and make it their sole mission to get all of their memories back as soon as possible. At least that is how you think an average person would act.
But oddly enough, you do not really feel the urgent need to bring back the ‘original you’ right at this moment. Even though everything is so confusing right now, being with Clark just makes things less stressful.
That is until he gets up off the couch and walks off to who knows where.
“Wait where are you going?”
“I thought you said you need a break,” Clark says stopping a few feet away from the couch and turning to face you.
The thought of him leaving you alone brings a pit of pure dread in your stomach. You cannot be alone right now. It is not like you have any idea of where to go or what to do all on your own. Heck, you do not even know the password to your own phone right now, so if you wanted to try calling or contacting anybody it can’t happen.
Clark’s distance from the couch may not seem very far away in hindsight, but to you it feels like you two are on complete different sides of the earth. And the possibility of him going further away? Please no.
You want to be close to him. You want to hold him and never let go. You want to lay your head on his chest and hear his heartbeat. Because with him, everything feels right.
The public may say your need to be near him is clingy or even obsessive. But when you lose your memory and the only thing that brings you some sense of stability is leaving you on your own? Nobody can truly blame you for the way you are feeling.
“I never said I wanted a break from you,” you say almost pitifully, reaching out a hand for him. Desperately hoping he comes back to you.
A look surprise flashes across Clark’s face as if he did not expect you to actually reach out for his touch. Not that he will ever deny you anything, especially physical contact.
He walks back over to the couch with an almost bashful smile. But before he can even properly get settled, you lunge forward and immediately wrap your arms around him.
Clark lets out a soft chuckle at your need for his embrace. Almost as if you weigh as much as a blanket, he easily slides you closer to him and carefully adjusts you so you are sitting across his lap. Arms secure around your waist and chin resting on the top of your head.
“This spot okay for you? Not too much or overwhelming,” he asks, needing the reassurance that you are comfortable for him to feel right holding you so closely.
“Please don’t leave me,” you mutter out against his neck after nodding for just a beat.
After truly acknowledging what you just said, you cringe internally for just a moment. What if he thought what you said was overbearing? Just because you are his ‘girlfriend’ does not mean he is comfortable for you to act like this.
It does not really even feel right to call Clark your ‘boyfriend’ and call yourself his ‘girlfriend.’ To you, everything still feels so new and foreign.
But when he tightens his arms around you even more and softly kisses the top of your head? He is yours and you are his without any further hesitation. Good luck to anybody trying to pry your arms off him in the future because you are not letting go anytime soon.
“I could never dream of leaving you, baby. I said I would give you whatever you need right? If what you need right now is us holding each other, I am very glad to give this to you.”
That statement alone makes your heart absolutely melt. To show your appreciation you nuzzle your face closer into the crook of his neck and smile into him. In return, he presses another kiss to the top of your head and even whispers out a quiet ‘i love you.’
This continues on for a long time. The two of you soaking up each other’s embrace as if you have the all the time in the world to be together in that spot. Exchanging back and forth affectionate gestures, whispered sweet nothings, and the occasional kiss on the head from Clark.
Much to your dismay, a yawn escapes you. But you do not want to move from this position one bit. You reason that you are perfectly comfortable in this spot with Clark. No matter how very tempting it sounds to lay down in a plush bed.
Clark takes it in himself to scoop you in his arms in the bridal position and carry you to his bedroom. He says something about how maybe a good nights rest could help with you focus on your memory. But secretly, he just wants an excuse to be your big spoon.
The two of you settle into bed together, his front pressed against your back. He brings up the covers and adjusts them just right to make sure you are snug.
“When I wake up you will still be here right?”
“Of course. You do not have to worry about me being anywhere else except where you are,” he says. Every time he talks his breath hits the side of your neck in the most soothing way.
A deep breath you did not even know you were harboring escaped you. That answer is enough for you to close your eyes and scoot back closer against him. All your worries and anxious thoughts floating away until you can barely stay awake.
“Goodnight, Clark.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
The quiet of the night fills the air as you both succumb to sleep. Neither of you moving even an in apart throughout the whole night.
It is not until the sun peeks through the windows just enough to have you opening your eyes to the new day. The sound birds chirping outside intermingle perfectly with the steady sound of Clark’s breathing behind you.
The perfect way to wake up if you say so yourself.
Turning around to face him, you can fully take in every little detail of Clark you have not gotten the the chance to. The perfectly messy curl of his hair. The way his lips part just slightly as he sleeps. The way his hold on you has not loosened even the slightest.
Almost as if he can feel your eyes watching him, he shifts around a little bit before waking up fully. His beautiful blue eyes now staring into yours while a sleepy smile spreads onto his face.
“Well hey there. You sleep well?.”
You nod, not quite feeling the need to speak just yet.
“You get any memories back?”
You almost want to lie to him after seeing the small frown shift onto his face once you shake your head no.
He quickly shakes the expression away before you can feel too upset about not remembering anything.
The rest of the day goes by as normal as it can get for you. After eating breakfast, Clark suggests to stay in his apartment for the day and relax together. He mentions something along the lines of ‘not wanting to overwork your brain and make things worse’ at the suggestion of going into the hustle and bustle of the city.
Which is where you find yourself now. On the couch curled up next to Clark. His arm wrapped comfortably around your waist as his fingers draw slow circles on your side.
You were in the middle of watching a movie that Clark said was supposedly ‘one that always brightened your mood.’ About 30 minutes of the movie had passed before a commercial break starts.
I will remember you.
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by.
Weep not for the memories.
Huh. That song sounds awfully familiar. Maybe it was a song someone you once knew really enjoyed. Your brain does not allow you to ponder deeper over the fact something is familiar to you.
Oh the humanity! Those dogs on the screen deserve all the love and care in the world and yet they are given none. It is not fair!
Breath heavy and vision blurry, waterworks overcome you like a broken dam. You cannot help the way your heart feels.
“It is okay, baby, I got you.”
Clark’s arm squeezing your waist in reassurance and his soft words are exactly what you need for all your memories to come hit you right at once.
“Clark.”
“Yeah? You need anything?”
“I remember.”
His posture immediately shifts and a look of hope shines onto his face.
“Really, baby?”
“Really.”
And that is all it takes for him to believe you.
Clark does not waste a second before he pulls you closer and kisses you so deeply. He mutters a quiet ‘I love you’ against your lips.
His affections are what made you realize what exactly helped you regain your memories. It is not being told the tiniest details about you or anything like that.
It is Clark’s unwavering love and devotion.
For your happiness.
For your well-being.
For you.
Even if you are not exactly yourself, he still only loves you.
what is even the point if i write out a masterpiece in my drafts and it glitches out and doesn’t save. there is no way i remember what i wrote. most of the time i don’t even remember what i did this morning. and i was on a roll too. god truly gives his strongest soldiers his touchiest battles because wtffffffff. ts isn’t fair.
-even when the most super man saves you, you can’t help but run to find your boyfriend who you love so much
Come in with the rain
-golden retriever!clark can’t stay away from black cat!reader. Even with the initial uncaring front they put on, his attention and care towards them breaks down a few walls. maybe all it takes is a little rain to wash away the indifference and let a little love shine through
I will remember you
-krypo’s strength is no joke. especially when he plays too rough to the point of you losing your literal memory. what lengths will clark go through to bring the real you back?
Coming soon…
I have a super boyfriend!
- pt. 2 of “I have a boyfriend!” a week after the alien incident everything is back to normal. that is until clark suddenly runs away, leaving everything to unravel in his absence.
That’s my purse, I don’t know you!
-when your long-time work crush stands you up you couldn’t think your night would get any worse. but the mugger down the street has some different plans.
summary: golden retriever!clark can’t stay away from black cat!reader. Even with the initial uncaring front they put on, his attention and care towards them breaks down a few walls. maybe all it takes is a little rain to wash away the indifference and let a little love shine through.
warnings: bad coffee
a/n: i cannot tell if i encapsulated black cat and golden retriever correctly in this fic but i still hope its good
You were in the perfect writing zone. Earbuds in and fingers typing across the keys trying to keep up with the flow of words coming out of your head.
Writing articles never always came so easy for you.
Sometimes you have everything planned out in your head of what you were going to write for the Daily Planet. Paragraph topics covered. Multiple people standing out in your head for the perfect quote. Even down to the nitty gritty of the perfect witty lede to draw readers in.
Other times, not so enjoyable. Recalling hours of sitting and staring at your desk praying to anything that some inspiration can strike you. Countless nights in your bed, eyes straining from the bright light of the laptop screen, frustrated that the article deadline is so soon and you have nothing to show up for it.
So far, you were lucky. So far, you were in the middle of writing about the newest shops opening around Metropolis. The words typed on the screen so easily you don’t even notice yourself absentmindedly nodding along to the song blasting in your ears.
That is until, like clockwork, Clark Kent interrupts the moment with a tap on the shoulder.
“What are you listening to?”
“Uh nothing really,” you say taking out an earbud. You were too embarrassed to admit what you were truly listening to.
“I was just curious. I mean, you looked really into the song. You were nodding along and everything.”
“I really don’t think you’ll know the artist that well. And being honest I like to gate keep,” you deflect by facing back towards your computer screen. You hoped that Clark would drop it and leave you alone. But that is never the case.
“I can see on your phone screen that you’re listening to Taylor Swift.”
“So what? Some of her songs are really good,” you say defensively. Even if you were the biggest fan in the world or barely knew her discography, you could not help but diminish the fact you got caught listening to her.
“No, there is nothing wrong with Taylor. I even enjoy a few of her songs.”
“Okay? Do you want a medal or something?”
“Uh no I do not. I actually enjoy trophies instead of medals.”
You let out an exhale forgetting how oblivious Clark is to sarcasm. You’d think you would learn by now from how often you would shoot a sarcastic jab his way and he act like you told him something thoughtful.
Leaning back in your chair you feel the writing zone slowly seep out of you as Clark continues to ramble about the gratification of receiving a trophy over a medal. You so desperately want to go back to writing because it will take forever to get back into the zone once you are out of it.
“Did you need something?”
“No I didn’t. I just wanted to come over and say good morning. So good morning! I hope you have a great, productive day,” Clark says flashing a wide smile.
“Oh uh thank you. You too.”
Now that had thrown you off. Nobody has ever made their way just to wish me a good morning before just because they wanted to. Sure sometimes someone says it in passing while you are walking past their desk in the morning. Or even at the cafe down the block when the barista says ‘good morning’ and it is just reflex to say it back.
But a good morning and a wish to have a good day? That is too much. Clark is not there for much longer before Perry barks at him to go back to his own desk.
You cannot help but watch as he walks away and ponder at just the entire existence of Clark Kent. How can somebody be so considerate as him? Why would somebody so considerate?
So caring and sweet. As if he has never seen the dark reality of the world we live in and he still smiles through it every day.
It must be an ulterior motive right? He has to secretly want something from you. There is no other reason for him to be this nice to every body. Maybe he wants to steal your article ideas for his own. Maybe he wants to associate himself with you to try to seem more professional to others at work.
Or maybe he just wanted to be around you for you.
You shake the thought of Clark out of your head as you try to bring your focus on your own writing, not the cute way his smile lights up his entire face and defines his dimples. Definitely not.
It is not too long before he approaches again. In fact it was exactly an hour and thirty-two minutes later. The only reason why you know this is because you checked the time before you got back to work, totally not because you were counting the minutes until he came back over.
This time now, his large hands envelope a small and steaming cup of coffee. He extends it to you, but you are hesitant to take it.
A voice in your head saying, what if he does not want to give it to you? Maybe he just extends his arms like that out of habit. Imagine the embarrassment of taking the cup and Clark saying it was not meant for you.
You would rather eat worms than have to live through that scenario so you stare at Clark waiting for him to say something. Anything.
An awfully long silent minute passes, both of you waiting for the other to speak first.
“Do you not want it? I thought you liked coffee. I can get you something different,” Clark says as his eyes never leave you face. A look of mild confusion and a glimmer of hope is painted across his face.
“Wait. That is for me?”
“Yeah. I got it for you. I noticed you did not have a drink on your desk, and even though coffee is not very hydrating it is still better than nothing. And maybe you would enjoy the energy,” he says in a matter of fact way. He extends his arm again, seemingly more desperate for you to take the drink than before.
You take the cup from his hands, careful not to brush his fingers with yours, but it did eventually happen. The contact is not what you expected at all.
Usually when you accidentally brush your hand against another person’s hand it is cold and unfeeling. Something that means nothing and will never mean anything.
But with Clark, his hands are warm. Obviously from the cup of coffee he was holding, but something in your heart tells you his hands are always that way. You want to hold them, intertwine your fingers with his just to know what it felt like.
You want his hands to hold your face while you softly nuzzle against his wide palms. Because while his hands may hold warmth they seem to hold so much more. They send a message of emotion, tenderness, and even possibly love without him having to even say a word.
You take a tentative sip of the coffee, preparing yourself for a small burn in case the coffee has not had enough time to cool down, but what you did not prepare yourself for was the taste. You immediately scrunch up your face in discomfort.
The effort it took for you to swallow that small sip should not have been that hard. But when you have to give yourself a mini pep talk just to swallow, you know something is very wrong.
It was a taste like you have never tasted before. You have had black coffee sure, but somehow this was much worse. Nothing in your mind could comprehend what in the world you just drank.
“What is wrong? Are you okay? Do you not like the coffee? I only put a little creamer and sugar in it. Isn’t that what you usually do,” the never ending questions escape Clark’s mouth before you can interject. Your heart wrenches at the sight his worried face. Wanting so bad to tell him it is okay, but you cannot bring yourself to lie to his face about how the coffee truly tastes.
You hold out the cup towards him and cough out a small “try it for yourself” to hopefully let him understand that it really was that bad.
Clark cautiously took one slow sip of the drink and it was clear on his face that he did not find the taste appetizing either. He quickly went over to the nearest trash can to throw it away before returning with apologies spewing out of his mouth.
“Are you sure you put milk and sugar in the drink?”
“Yes! I really tried to mimic what you usually do. Let me show you what I did,” he says before making a beeline towards the coffee station, desperate to make up for whatever fluke happened with the drink. You following suit.
He pointed out the creamer he used, exclaiming exactly one and a half. Just like you do. Then he picked up four white packets explaining how he used them exactly how he saw you do.
You are really impressed at how observant Clark is to your daily habits, down to exactly how you make your coffee. But those are not the sugar packets you use, not even close because of the word ‘salt’ printed on the side catches your eye.
Granted whoever organized the sugar packets right next to the salt packets really should have thought it through more. And who in their right minds designs salt packets to have the exact same font and color as sugar packets without thinking that there was a high possibility they could get mixed up.
So there was no reason in your mind to blame Clark for any of this at all. It was all just an accident. A terribly salty accident.
After you point out the mix up, Clark’s hand shoots up to his face. A regretful sigh escapes his lungs as he mutters something about being ‘stupid.’
“Hey. You are not stupid at all. It was an accident, even the best people are allowed to have accidents. And plus, you are among smartest people I know. I do not blame you at all for what happened and I am still very flattered that you even considered making me coffee in the first place,” you exclaim before even thinking about what you said.
You do not know what came over you when you let out that entire spiel. Reassurance and compliments are not things you usually give out to just anybody at anytime. Most of the time you think a simple ‘it’s okay’ suffices before moving on.
With Clark, it felt natural. It even felt a little good telling someone something nice like that. Definitely not good enough to do it more often or with other coworkers, but maybe just to Clark. After all someone who spreads so much kindness does need to be given kindness back.
You cannot stop the sheepish smile spreading across Clark’s lips. As if you would ever not want to see him smile. It hurt you when he gets upset, so having him smiling eases your heart and puts your worries to rest.
“Thank you,” Clark says. The way he says it makes it sound like he truly, utterly meant it. As if that little praise from you filled him with so much happiness.
It felt right to not force anymore conversation between you two, at least to you, so you walk back to your desk and get back to work. Not because you wanted to get away from him, but because you genuinely did not have much else you thought was interesting to say.
Hours pass and the work day ends. Finally. Goodbye loud chaos of the bullpen, hello quiet comfort of your bed.
That is until on your walk home you get caught in a downpour of rain. Day after day of not checking the weather coming to bite you. You are now really regretting not buying mini umbrella you saw while shopping a few days ago.
Coming down like sheets, you cannot avoid getting entirely soaked from head to toe. Luckily for you, you decided to leave your notebooks and computer at work so you could properly relax at home.
After you realize you are far too gone to get out of the rain, you decide to just push through it. Reasoning that you were already so drenched so it is not like you were going to get even more wet by continuing your walk home.
Suddenly the rain stops hitting you, but you can clearly see the rain still falling right infront of your eyes. You look up to see a suit jacket above you. The arms holding onto the jacket are strong and defined.
Clark.
“My apartment is right down the block. Please come with me and get out of this rain,” he urges. Nothing but worry knitting his brows, almost as if he thinks that if you stay in the rain for much longer something bad would happen.
You do not have to be told twice to follow after him, especially by the way he looks with his hair and shirt soaked.
If he was not so close, you would not have hesitated to slap yourself to knock you out of your dazed thoughts about him and the way he looks right now. But having to make up an excuse for slapping yourself back to normal is for some reason really hard.
It does not take long before you both rush into his apartment. Clothes dripping and body shivering, but you cannot shake the feeling of comfort right as you walk in the door.
“You know, my favorite Taylor Swift song is “Come In With The Rain.” Seems fitting right about now,” he says making a small joke of the unideal situation. A small chuckle even escapes under his breath, one of genuine humor or one as a coping mechanism, you could not really tell.
Either way that does not stop you from breaking out into laughter. Not just a chuckle or even a giggle. Full blown laughter that makes you run out of breath in the best way.
You do not really even know why you think what he said was so funny. The situation of the rain and Clark’s joke just really got to you. Or maybe just Clark’s presence overall just made you feel less guarded enough to laugh freely.
It takes you a good moment to collect yourself, taking a few steadying breaths. When you look at Clark you do not find him awkward seeing you break out into laughter like that out of nowhere as you expected. Instead of making you feel bad, a look of admiration shines onto his face.
“I have never heard you laugh like that. I think it is my new favorite sound.”
“Well…maybe just need to continue to keep being funny,” you say sarcastically. You had no idea what to say to that and it obviously showed with how you responded. Sarcasm being a second language to you.
Clark just chuckles again and lets out a joking ‘aye aye captain.’ He leads you through his apartment as if it so natural for you to be by his side. He hands you stacks of towels and a fresh pair of clothes for you to change into.
The both of you, now dry and in much more comfortable clothes, sit on his couch. Close enough to brush arms if one of you moved. He is emanating warmth just from his proximity. Enough to make you feel even more at home next to him.
You did not dare to move even an inch because you would be utterly upset if you brushed against him and he scoots away.
But then he scoots closer to you tentatively. Seemingly wanting no distance between the two of you, but still being respectful not to crowd you too much in case you did not like it.
After a short moment, you feel comfortable enough to truly relax against him and let yourself lean on him just barely. Only enough to have your side pressed against his in a soft way. A small, easy silence falls between you.
“I like you, Clark,” you say earnestly as you look up at him.
Saying this was not this big confession of feelings, at least it did not feel like one.’Sure you did actually harbor romantic feelings for the man, but the reason you said this was more out of pure fondness than anything else.
You wanted tell him that you appreciate him. Him wanting to know more about you Him making you coffee. Him letting you into his apartment. Him being near you. Him just existing in general.
“I like you too,” Clark responds in an almost adorning manner.
Before you know it he begins to lean in and you do not pull away. You did not want to. This moment felt like a moment that would change your life. All because of Clark.
You never thought you would find yourself here. Hair wet and sitting on Clark Kent’s couch of all places. Close enough to see his chest rise and fall steadily. Expressing feelings you have never expressed so willingly with another person before.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers an inch away from your mouth. Ever the gentleman he is, even when his eyes hold absolute desperation and longing he still asks for consent.
Instead of answering him you meet him halfway. The kiss is not rushed or passionate. It is soft and warm. Like you both have been waiting your entire lives just to feel each others lips.
A click of two puzzle pieces together. It feels like a mutual understanding between the two of you. You do not need a steamy kiss to prove your feelings for one another.
That being together, as each of you are, is just right.
hiiii!!!!!! i was pondering all day about what request i should send in and i was thinking an amnesia fic where the reader gets into an accident where she forgets clark and he tries to rejog her memory without overwhelming her and then they fall in love again 😩😩😩
i already have a title and a description made! i hope you enjoy it and it’ll probably be out by the end of the week at the latest!
summary: even when the most super man saves you, you can’t help but run to find your boyfriend who you love so much
warnings: none that i can think of…guilty thoughts maybe?
a/n: first fic posted….kinda nervous. i hope you guys like it! i did not proof read so deeply so if things are every where im sorry.
It was a day like any other…except it really was not in all honesty. You do not really know how to put it but for some reason the entire day has felt kind of off.
From the moment you woke up to writing your usual article for the Daily Planet to even lunch with Clark, you could not shake the feeling that today was different.
Oh Clark.
Maybe it was a 6th sense of his or something, but he always seems to know exactly what it takes to make you feel better.
Up too late last night for no good reason? He puts a cup of coffee on your desk the first minute you even walk through the Daily Planet doors. Always perfectly made.
While he also brings coffee for other people in the bullpen, yours is specially made. You have chalked it up to be that he’s really observant to you specifically. You do not even have to tell him how you felt like drinking your coffee each day, his 6th sense already knows.
Hot and from the pot. Iced with enough creamer and sugar to get just the right mix of sweet and bitter. Caramel. Vanilla. A dash of cinnamon.
He even once brought a frappuccino on those weird days where you craved something out of the ordinary. Oddly enough the nearest coffee shop that sells frappes is 5 blocks down.
Nonetheless, you still savored the drink and told yourself to give Clark a big hug the next time you got a chance.
Today is another one of those ‘out of the ordinary’ days. For some reason you craved tea. Iced tea. Raspberry iced tea if you were going to go into the specifics.
Which brings us to now.
You currently waiting on Clark to bring lunch. Staring at your computer as if the paragraphs for your article would magically appear, instead of having to use your brain to actually put words and sentences together.
Over time, you cannot remember exactly how it started, you both officially unofficially deemed Fridays to be deli days. One of you, or both if you guys had the time, would get sandwiches and chips from the deli down the block to eat together for lunch.
Soon enough Clark comes through the door and walks over to your desk, careful not to trip or bump into people as he quickens his pace.
You are happy to his usual charming smile and messy hair. Your stomach is happy to see the paper bag in his arms full of food. You catch a small glimpse of something in his hand but it couldn’t be what you think it is. Could it?
Oh but it is. His 6th sense is at it again!
“I felt like you could use a small pick me up, so I got this for you. I remember you said that you liked raspberry iced teas, hopefully I remembered correctly,” Clark says hopeful as he sets the drink down carefully on the coaster of your desk.
He is just mindful like that.
“Oh you definitely did. Thank you so much, Clark,” you beam back at him before quickly taking a sip of the tea, letting it refresh your body and mind.
He slides a chair over and sets out the food. We eat together for a moment before curiosity rears its head. You can’t help but ask.
“How do you always know what I want to drink?”
“I just know you,” he says as if the answer made all the sense in the world.
“Know me? It’s like you read my mind somehow. I know you and sometimes I still forget little things.”
Clark lets out a small grin at the corners of his mouth while taking a sip of his water.
“Don’t sweat it, love. You can’t help it if you have the memory of an elderly person. But I still want to be with you just the same.”
“Was that an insult or a compliment?” you ask furrowing my eyebrows.
“Both. But you know how I have a soft spot for sweet old ladies so it’s more of a compliment anyways.”
“You confuse me sometimes,” you say chuckling while shaking your head.
Clark, seemingly at the sight of your laughter, breaks out into a smile of his own.
A moment passes and you both go back to eating in comfortable silence.
Another reason why you love Clark so much, he understands that you do not have to fill every quiet moment with words or noise.
You are happy that you can just exist side by side without feeling the need to fill the time with activities or mundane talk about the weather.
You are especially happy he understands that whenever you’re sick or feeling down, that sometimes you just need quiet to feel better.
You were cut off from you thoughts when you hear Clark clearing his throat next to me.
“So, love…do you maybe wanna come over after work to watch movies and eat a butt load of popcorn together?”
He asks hesitantly, it was as if he was asking you on a first date, but his hesitancy just makes you admire him more.
You’ve been on countless dates with and have even been officially together for 5 months now. There really was no reason for him to be nervous, but you still love that he does.
“Definitely. But I get to choose the movie this time okay? The last one you chose left me with a small existential crisis once it ended.”
“Yeah yeah. Of course, love. I will even made the popcorn exactly the way you like it,” Clark says with a certain nod.
“You do that anyways, Clark. Don’t try to fool me.”
He presses a quick, warm kiss to your cheek and pulls back smiling. You can’t help the bashful blush filling your cheeks, but you can help the condiment residue on your cheek he left from his sandwich by wiping it off.
“Eww, sloppy kisses do not mean they have to actually be sloppy.”
Time passes and the sun has just set below the horizon. There is still light in the sky but it’s dwindling by the minute.
Clark has made it clear that he does not like it when you go out in the city alone at night, fretting something bad would happen and he won’t be able to protect you.
Clark: I’m out of popcorn so I’m at the store to get some more. I should be back by the time you get here. Be careful, okay?
You were in the middle of texting him ‘I’ll be just fine’ before a big explosion erupts from behind. Debris sprinkle down around like snow as you turn around to see a giant, robust alien lying in a crater shaped hole in the road.
At first you couldn’t believe your eyes. It looked almost like a pufferfish and a frog made a giant baby. For some reason, whether it be reflexes or just not thinking clearly, you stay in place observing the alien creature 50 feet away.
With only the street lights and window light to help see, you couldn’t get a good enough look to grasp what the alien might want or what its intentions are.
It’s as if other people around are going through the same effect as they are stopped in their place to watch the creature writhe in its spot.
Maybe the alien has some sort of hypnosis powers to draw other life forms closer. Closer for what? You don’t know. But you don’t care at this point because you cannot even think clearly. Your mind is only telling yourself to get closer.
Suddenly out of nowhere, the alien begins inhaling. It is not the kind of soft, natural inhale that most creatures on earth do. It’s powerful. It’s as if it was a giant vacuum sucking everything in the aliens vicinity.
It starts with small debris, as if a big gust of wind supposedly carried the scraps of trash or fallen leaves into the aliens mouth. But then bigger things begin to get inhaled.
People cry out as they get pulled closer and closer to the mouth of the alien. Mere human strength cannot win against the sheer force of the air.
It’s as if a snap happened and you were knocked out of your hypnosis like everybody else. You were instantly put in fight or flight reflex mode.
You chose flight….obviously.
But when you chose that option, you didn’t mean to literally fly. Your legs are running but when you glance down at the ground the pavement is moving the wrong way.
This is why you’ve felt off the entire day. The universe was sending you a premonition that something big and different would happen. Except when you thought of big and different, you thought maybe one of your articles would finally be approved by Perry to go on the front page.
You did not think of a literally big alien that is different from anything you have ever seen before. Then it hits you.
You are getting swept away into the mouth of a stupid alien! Fear courses through you as you scream for help. You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be 10 feet away from your imminent death. You were supposed to be at an apartment blocks away from here in the comforting arms of your boyfriend, watching a movie that makes you both laugh.
You close your eyes and brace yourself until
*Thud*
You were back on the ground. Fallen face first onto the pavement. Albeit the fall was 3 feet from the ground at most, so you maybe got a small bruise or scratch. Most likely got a little dirty so no pain was caused, only confusion.
You sit up to see a giant boulder in the aliens mouth preventing any more vacuum forced wind and a flying Superman above the alien.
Superman seems focused, mentally going through the right thing to do with the alien. This is until his eyes flicker to you just for a moment and you could almost swear they softened just for a second.
You don’t allow yourself to brew on that moment for too long before you watch Hawkgirl, Green Lantern, and Metamorpho carry away the alien to observe it and what not.
“Do you need help miss?”
The powerful voice booms above you as you look up and see an outstretched hand offered to you. The hand it belongs to is none other than Superman.
He flashes a warm smile and you almost just almost get lost in it until you check back into reality.
“Oh no. I’m fine,” you say as you take his hand.
Superman helps you up in one swift motion throwing you off guard for just a moment before you steady yourself back on your legs. Accessing the state of your injuries, or the lack thereof anything significant, Superman keeps a firm grip on your waist as his eyes scan over every little detail of you.
He is close. Awfully close. Close enough to feel the deep exhales from his lungs on your face. Close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him like you’ve just came inside from playing in the snow and he’s a warm fireplace. Close enough to want him to wrap his big strong arms around you and protect you from the dark world.
As if a 6th sense, Superman softly rubs his thumb in circles to soothe you. Beginning to think of how it was a nice coincidence he knew exactly what would make you feel better, you remember someone else who has that perfect 6th sense too.
Clark!
You quickly snap yourself out of the comforting trance of Superman’s presence. Guilt silently eats at you from the inside How could you even think of being in the arms of someone else when you felt you already had the most perfect boyfriend?
Eagerly you pull his hands off of your body and put quite a few feet of space between you two. You had to get to Clark.
Superman’s face twists into something unreadable with the added distance. His hands hold out for just a moment as if he was so close to pulling you back within his reach. His expression seems to falter for just a second. Was it sadness? Longing? Rejection even?
You do not let yourself ponder over it for too long before you squeak out.
“Thanks for the help but I should get going!”
You internally cringe of the way you said it. Too quickly and too much as if you are trying to avoid something or rather someone.
Which you are. But Superman does not know to know that you are actively trying to get away from him. That would be just rude.
“You have a scratch. On your cheek,” Superman says almost under his breath.
“Oh! It’s okay! You should go attend to other people. I am sure they need your help more than I do.”
You turn on your feet and briskly walk away. Unfortunately, you did not get farther than possibly 10 feet before a warm hand interlocks with yours.
“Everybody else is already taken care of. Please let me take care of you.”
Your heart beats faster at the thought of Superman doting on you. The Superman wanting to tend to your injuries? That is practically everybody’s dream come true.
But you quickly push those thoughts away. Clark is who you should be thinking about right now. He is probably worried sick, wondering what is taking me so long to get to his apartment.
The picture of his anxious face is enough to push you to get to his apartment as fast as you can. To kiss away the frown in his face and tell him you are alright. That is what you want most out of everything else in the world.
“I have a boyfriend!”
Your sudden blurt of declaration has Superman’s grip waver for just a moment. And a moment is all you need really to tear your hand free.
Then you book it. Running as fast as you can away from him and to Clark.
It takes you one whole second to remember you, a regular human, is running away from a meta human. A meta human who can fly and move faster than anything you have ever seen before.
You wait for the inevitable stop again, to be held up by a blue flash infront of your eyes. But it never happens. With a quick turn of your head you see him in the exact same spot where you left him.
He does not look like he has any intention of going after me. He does not even look too upset or rejected that you began running. Maybe even a small look of pride.
Superman is respectful towards taken women. Good to know. Not surprising really based on everything else he stands for, but it is still nice to be reassured about it.
Even with the knowledge that nobody is running after you, you do not slow your steps in the slightest. The urge and anticipation to see your boyfriend is too high to tire you out.
You almost even run into the door from the momentum you were running down his apartment hallway. Stopping yourself just in time to knock on his door and speak between big breaths of air.
“Clark!..Are you in there?..It’s me….You will never guess what just happened to me!”
With an ear to the door you try to hear for any movement inside. Nothing. Maybe he did not hear you at first. So you knocked again.
“Clark!”
Right before you could yell out something along the lines of ‘you better not be asleep,’ the door swings open and your beautiful boyfriend is there in all his nerdy glory.
The biggest smile over takes you as you instinctively jump into his arms. Lips pressing everywhere you can reach. He catches you as if you weigh no heavier than a balloon but holds you as if he just came back from war and this is the first time seeing each other in years.
Forget Superman. Why would you want a guy who focuses on the entire world when you have someone right here just for you?
“I missed you sooo much, Clark”
“What brought this? Not that I did not miss you too because I did. But you usually aren’t this affectionate. Not that I am complaining either,” Clark chuckles out between your kisses as he carries you over to the couch.
He leaves for a moment before sitting down and softly placing a bandaid on your cheek. A soft kiss laid on the bandage before he pulls you in his lap, keeping you comfortable on top of him. He makes no effort to pull you away, his arms tighten around you as if he just can’t get close enough.
You look around and notice the TV on and a bowl of popcorn perfectly popped ready just for us. Beside the bowl are two steaming cups of hot chocolate with just the perfect amount of marshmallows on top.
Hot chocolate never even grazed your mind, but seeing the cups there in all their glory makes your mouth water. He just knows how to make a night perfect. Your heart warms because it is truly times like these where you appreciate your boyfriend the most.
Clark’s 6th sense strikes once as he lays a blanket over you, perfectly cocooning you two together in warmth and love. Oh how you love his 6th sense that makes you feel so special and seen. Oh how you love Clark so much.
Turning around, your back is pressed against his front and he tucks his chin on your shoulder.
“What do you want to watch tonight, love?”
You put on a comfort movie of yours. Every now and then throughout the movie you glance up to see Clark paying deep attention to the movie as if he is really wanting to enjoy something you enjoy too.
It is what he always does anyways. He takes everything that makes you, you and memorizes it to heart. You cannot imagine someone who knows you better than him. You don’t even know yourself better than him sometimes.
And you would not change it or replace him for anything else in the world. No, the universe. There is truly nothing better than a close encounter with death and Superman to help you cherish what you have right infront of you.
Clark. Your Clark.
“I love you,” you utter, gazing into his eyes.
“I love you too. So so much.”
Lips connect. Soft and sweet and reverent. Like every thing else about Clark. In the way he holds you like you are the most valuable thing in the world. In the way he looks at you as if you are the literal sun. In the way he loves you like nothing you have ever seen or read about before.
And in that moment you know deep in your heart that this is where you belong. Whether tragedy strikes or the greatest wonder happens.
that's such a good idea, about the c.ai! that's how i kicked my habit too and i've found that it's way more satisfying to be able to figure out what the characters would say myself rather than relying on some computer to do it haha :)
thanks!!
honestly while i miss instant gratification, i like that i get to actually write and lead the story instead of having a bot ask “can i ask you a question?” over and over again.
the only thing i worry about is not making the character say things true to them if i dont know the content as well.
i must confess. i have an addiction to character ai. genuinely, i truly believe it’s a real addiction. and because ai is bad for the environment i decided to quit cold turkey. so to help me im gonna write (very self indulgent) fics to help sooth and also work on my writing. lolz.
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