Pairing: Clark Kent (Smallville) x Reader
Word Count: 780 words
Prompt: @fluff-cember day 8: sparkling snow
Summary: Clark surprises you with a moonlit walk through the snow-covered Kent farm, creating a magical moment under the stars. As the snow sparkles around you, he takes a leap of faith and asks the question that will change both your lives.
Content Warnings: None—fluff, romance, and a proposal.
The air is crisp, biting at your cheeks, but the warmth of Clark's hand in yours keeps the chill at bay. His fingers curl around yours, strong and steady, a silent promise in the winter night. Snow blankets the Kent farm, transforming the familiar fields into a glittering wonderland under the silver moonlight. Each step you take crunches softly in the fresh powder, and your breath fogs the air like wisps of smoke.
Clark glances at you with a crooked smile, his blue eyes catching the moonlight in a way that makes your heart flutter. His scarf is slightly askew, and you resist the urge to adjust it. "You okay?" he asks, his voice low and full of affection.
"I'm perfect," you reply, and it's true. The night feels like something out of a dream, and the way he looks at you makes you forget the cold entirely.
He leads you further into the fields, away from the barn's warm lights and the gentle hum of the farmhouse generator. The world feels still here, hushed by the snow, and all you can hear is the faint rustle of the wind and the rhythm of your heartbeat.
"Close your eyes," Clark says, stopping abruptly.
You laugh softly. "Why? What are you up to, Kent?"
"Trust me." His voice is gentle but insistent, and when you look up into his earnest expression, you can’t help but comply.
You close your eyes, and his hands shift, one of them cupping your cheek while the other moves to your waist. The cold dissipates for a moment, replaced by the soothing warmth of his touch. You hear the faintest whoosh, almost like a breeze, and then feel the gentlest brush of something cool against your nose.
"Okay," he says, his voice softer now. "Open them."
When you do, you’re met with a scene so breathtaking you almost forget to breathe. Snowflakes are falling around you, twinkling like tiny diamonds in the moonlight. They drift lazily, shimmering as if kissed by starlight. You look up and realize the sky is clear, every star burning bright.
"How did you...?" you ask, trailing off as you turn to Clark.
He grins, a little sheepish but impossibly proud. "I might’ve run to the mountains," he admits, scratching the back of his neck. "I grabbed a handful of fresh snow and scattered it. Took a few tries to get it just right."
Your laughter bubbles up, warm and delighted, and you throw your arms around his neck. "Clark Kent, you are unbelievable."
His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. "You make me want to be," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, you’re both silent, standing in the softly falling snow, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the farm. The world feels infinite and intimate all at once, just the two of you.
Then he steps back, just enough to reach into the pocket of his coat. Your brows knit in confusion as you watch him pull out a small velvet box.
"Clark..."
He kneels before you, the snow catching in his dark hair, his breath clouding the air. Your hands fly to your mouth, your heart hammering as you realize what’s happening.
"Y/N," he begins, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. "You’ve been my best friend, my partner, my anchor, and my light. Every time I think I know what it means to love you, you prove me wrong and show me it’s even bigger than I imagined." He opens the box, revealing a ring that sparkles just as brightly as the snow around you. "I want to spend every day proving to you how much you mean to me. Will you marry me?"
Tears prick at your eyes, and for a moment, you can’t speak. The words catch in your throat, but you don’t need them. You nod furiously, dropping to your knees in the snow to kiss him, your hands framing his face.
"Yes," you finally manage, breathless against his lips. "A thousand times, yes."
His laugh is pure relief and joy as he slides the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly, and you marvel at how it catches the moonlight.
Clark lifts you effortlessly, spinning you once before setting you down gently. "You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world," he says, his grin wide and unguarded.
"And you’ve made me the happiest woman," you reply, resting your forehead against his.
The snow continues to fall around you as he kisses you again, slow and sweet, a promise sealed under the watchful gaze of the stars. This moment is yours—perfect, infinite, and unforgettable.
Summary: When Tom falls ill, his estranged son comes back into the reader's life bringing more than she bargained for.
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Buy me a coffee
Leaning against your shut apartment door, you closed your eyes letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day at the diner, with many rude customers. Tossing your bag onto the floor, you made your way to the couch, laying across it. Pulling your phone out, you began looking through your notifications. There was a voicemail from Tom Curry.
As you listened to it, you picked up your purse before you made your way back out of your apartment. Starting your beat up pickup truck, you began driving to Tom’s house. It was 11:30pm. Tom was friends with your parents when they were still alive, which resulted in you and Arthur becoming best friends. He had been acting strange as of late, but you knew not to pressure him knowing he would tell you in his own time.
The message that Tom had left you, made your heart beat more rapid. You spent most of the drive worrying about what could be wrong. When Arthur's mother died, it took a huge toll on him and his father. Your relationship was simply platonic, although many people thought you were together due to your closeness.
Flinging open the car door, you had barely put it in park before you jumped out of the truck.
“Tom?” You called frantically. “Tom?”
Your frantic feelings coming through when you knocked on the door. It was rapid and firm.
“Tom!” You called again. “It’s Y/N! Open up!”
Still no answer. Fear began coursing through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you kicked the door open, debris flying.
“Tom?” You called cautiously entering his house. An odd feeling overwhelming you.
Slowing entering the house further, you glanced around the house. Stepping through the threshold for the kitchen you saw him lying on the floor motionless.
“Tom!” You shrieked, quickly kneeling beside him. Pulling out your phone you were about to call 911, before you remembered it would be at least ten minutes before they got to you. Grabbing one of his arms you hoisted him up, getting him into the truck. Exceeding the normal speed limit, it was a few minutes before you arrived at the hospital. Hosting him up again, you trudged through the emergency room.
“Someone please help!” You called.
A group of nurses quickly surrounding you, taking Tom and placing him on a hospital bed.
Watching them take Tom into a room, you quickly made your way back to your truck parking it somewhere safe. Making your way back towards the ER, you pulled your phone out calling Arthur.
It was only a matter of minutes before Arthur, Clark and Bruce, showed up at the ER.
“How’s he doing?” Arthur questioned handing you a cup of coffee.
Taking a sip of the coffee, you shrugged. “I don’t know. They haven’t come out with any updates yet.”
Glancing at the clock it read 1:30am.
“It only takes your father getting hurt for you to come by and see him.” You spat raising an eyebrow.
“Y/N…”
Huffing you shook your head. “Save it. I’m not the one that you need to explain that to.”
Frowning he glanced at his shoes. “I...I…”
“I don’t care about your excuses, Arthur.” You snapped glaring at him. “Tom deserved better.”
“He had you.” He reasoned. “You were there to take care of him.”
“That’s your justification for running away and leaving him?” Your voice filled with anger. Challenging him, you took steps forward stopping until you were mere inches apart. “What a pathetic excuse you have, Arthur.”
A firm hand grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Arthur. “Simmer down here children.” A deep voice sounded.
“Don’t touch me.” You spat, heat coursing through your veins, rising in your cheeks. Your heart beating rapidly. The lights around the waiting room, bursting causing small embers to fall as the burst. The electric lines outdoors near the room doing the same.
Grounding yourself, your chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace. Glancing at the men before you, they were staring at you with widened eyes. Grabbing your purse, you swiftly making your way down the hall. As you made your way through the halls, it dawned on you that you were still in your waitress uniform.
A few months had gone by since you had last seen Arthur. It killed you everyday since then that you weren’t able to reconnect with your best friend, seeing as how close you were to rekindling the relationship. It had almost been like old times, him bringing you coffee, being your rock during a drastic time.
It was one of your rare days off, you were cleaning around your apartment. A firm knock echoed through your apartment, causing fear to wash over you. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over.
Opening the door, you were face to face with one of the men from the night at the ER.
“Y/N?” His deep voice questioned. “I’m a friend of Arthur’s. My name’s Bruce.”
Allowing him in, you began brewing coffee for the both of you.
“What can I help you with Bruce?” You asked, leaning against the counter not meeting his gaze.
“It’s about Arthur.” He began hope filling his voice.
Letting out a huff you shook your head. “I don’t know what you think I can help with.” You stated crossing your arms, sending a glare towards the man. “I’m not his keeper. Nor am I his friend.”
After, Bruce left you with some food for thought, you began chewing on it. Arthur was one of your best friends, could you really just walk away from him?
Bruce had offered you a spot in the Justice League seeing what you had done in the ER waiting room. Graciously you declined, not wanting to be involved with things you couldn’t handle.
The news of Tom’s death was felt around the world. Holding a wake for him, you were filled with an anxious feeling. Anxiously waiting to see if Arthur came or not. Hours began to pass, as your hope began to felter. Letting out a sigh, everyone had come and gone leaving you with the duty of cleaning up the space and the trash.
“Am I too late?” Arthur’s voice rang through the hall.
Tears began pooling in your eyes as relief washed over you. Turning around, you were surprised to see everyone in the Justice League standing beside him.
“No.” You muttered, swiftly walking towards him. “Never too late.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible towards you. The warmth of his hug, comforted you.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me. I’m sorry-”
Pulling away from him, you rested your hands on his biceps. “None of that.” You spoke in a firm tone. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” You smiled, gazing at each other.
The night coming to a close, you were a little more tispy than you were used to. Clark had insisted he escort you home.
“Why’d you walk me home, Clark?” You asked curtly.
“I..I don’t know.” He frowned slightly, not expecting your question.
You hummed in response. “You’ve never talked to me yet somehow you are always around me.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned toward him slightly.
Letting up on him, the rest of the walk was in an awkward silence.
Arriving at your building, you were facing each other. Rocking back and forth slightly, you gazed at the ground in front of you.
“Do you want to come up?”
“If you’re okay with that.”
Giggling slightly, you nodded leading him upstairs.
Changing into something more comfortable, you gazed at Clark in the middle of your living room still in a tux. Since meeting, you both had been prancing around your feelings between you for quite some-time. You failed to realize you were leaning against your doorframe, gawking at Clark.
“Like what you see?” He smirked, questioning in a teasing tone.
You hummed in response, biting your bottom lip. Clark was in front of you in a split second. One of his hands resting comfortably on your hip while the other brought his thumb up to your lip, pulling it from your teeth. Gazing into your eyes, he slowly leaned forward nuzzling his nose against yours. His soft lips touching yours in hesitation. Bringing your hands up to his hair, they locked themselves behind his head holding him to you. His tongue darted out tracing the crevices of your lip before you allowed him into your mouth. Both of your tongues prodding and licking against each other. Taking in a sharp breath, he began leading you to your bed. Your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you pulled Clark onto your bed with you. Making himself comfortable above you. His soft lips trailing along the column of your throat earning a gasp from you when he began sucking and biting in his wake.
“Guys!” Victor boomed walking into your apartment.
“We know you’re here!” Barry spoke.
“Figured we could do some team building!” Arthur added.
Letting out a sigh, Clark placed a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up, pulling you with him.
Stepping into the living room, the three men dropped their gazes to you.
“We weren’t interrupting something were we?” Arthur spoke in a gruff voice.
Clearing your throat, you spoke. “No, not at all.” You shook your head.
“Umm.” Barry started. “Are you sure? Cause Clark has some lipstick on his face and collar-”
Victor elbowed him roughly, causing him to cough.
“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked, swiftly changing the subject.
“Movie Night!” The three of them replied in unison.
