cinnamon and brown sugar ✶ clark kent/superman x fem!reader
summary: it’s finally y/n’s favorite time of the year, halloween, except she’s highly allergic to one of the most common sweet treats for halloween and somehow forgot to tell clark.
word count: 2k
warnings: allergic reaction, near death allergic reaction for the sake of the plot, clark being a big softy and blaming himself, fluff in the end, no smut here babesss
Clark had seen it all before and knew his long time wife y/n had loved Halloween down to her core. When they first met in the office she ahs Halloween decorations on her desk already, even though it wasn’t even the fourth of July yet.
He knew how much she loved the crispy air that swept under her hair and the warmth of the sun that kissed her cheeks. The way the leaves turned colors and fell to the ground making a beautiful pathway of crunchy leaves to step on.
For over two Halloweens, they’ve made it a tradition to go out on midnight walks around the city just to take it all in, she’d wear her favorite red scarf that wrapped around her body just perfectly where she could hide her nose, lips and chin into it with the comfort as well.
He hadn’t much to do with the cold or heat, some days however he did feel it was too cold for her to stay outside and often even begged her to come in, but she paid no mind. It was worse when they visited his parents out on the farm and she’d stay with the horses in the shed.
He found it frustrating however when she did end up sick and with a high fever, upset with her that she should have listened to him and just came inside where it’s warm and safe for her, but she always laughed it off and said, it’s the beauties of being alive.
He couldn’t be mad at her for being a person; because he loved the person she was and he loved that she loved herself. He was only a small fraction of more love to give to herself, she knew it and he knew it too, he just hoped some days he could be her Superman only.
Says where she’d complain about work and how stressed she was, one time she was so stressed she’d grown a grey hair, that day she called off work and dedicated a whole day to a self care day. Clark didn’t know much about grey hairs only that his Ma had some but he didn’t know what it really meant.
One time he remembered asking her why her hair was turning colors and she said it’s the beauties of growing old and showing how far along she’s come, he assumed y/n would have the same answer but she said that’s one thing but the other is if too much stress got to a person.
He hated days where she’d sit in bed and cry because of her cramps that she claimed would affect her and couldn’t get out of bed for hours. He hated days where she caught the flu and would throw up in the middle of the night and all he could do was hold her hair and sooth her back.
He wished he could do something about it all the time, all the time.
And today; he promised himself he’d dedicate it to her favorite night of the year, Halloween. The house was decorated just the way she liked it, their shared fireplace was lit to a nice warm fire, a pumpkin he carved thanks to a youtube video.
The house smelled like Spicy Apples and cinnamon , thanks to the candles he found at the mall that Lois recommended he go to. Since she knew y/n had a strong passion for Halloween.
The home was dimly lit as the tv was set to a movie that only had to be pressed play.
He’d looked up a recipe online that looked like it was really good and wanted to test his cooking skills out, knowing him it was slim to be burned but he stood in the kitchen the whole time as it cooked watching his laptop on what to do next.
Making hot chocolate in two mugs one that Y/n gifted to him for their fifth month of dating anniversary which was superman logo and hers was a green lantern. He kept trying to tell her to use the Superman cup for obvious reasons but she denied every time saying it was more suited for him.
But this time he’d convince her to use it, adding more mini marshmallows to the cup and even more whipped cream, she was bound to use it. She couldn’t resist it.
The smell of the sweet treat being done he hurried and pulled it out of the oven, its brown crispy texture on the top he smelt and hummed at the delightful smell.
Placing it on a table in the living room, Y/n came home just in time with her red scarf on, her work clothes still on and her hair tied in a high messy bun, a high contrast from what it looked like this morning before she left which was neatly done.
‘Oh my goodness what is that smell?’ She hummed while walking into the house, playing her items down at the front door along with her shoes.
‘No, honey, stay right there!’ he gasped, she stopped abruptly and looked around with a smile at the way the house was decorated; the smell caught her off guard a little, a smell of cinnamon, but she paid no mind, it wouldn’t hurt.
He sped walked his way to their room and grabbed her favorite pumpkin shaped house shoes, she smiled and let him place them on the ground in front of her.
‘What’s this for?’ She wondered, placing her arms around his neck.
He hummed and shrugged before placing his lips gently on hers, a sweet kiss shared between the two as his slightly large hands held the small of her back, pulling her in and slightly lifting her off the ground.
pulling apart she licked her lips—‘What have you eaten? you taste sweet.’ She teased. He slightly blushed before shrugging.
‘Apple pie, Ma sent it while you were at work.’ He mumbled again her lips, his own ghostly passing hers, she smiled once more.
‘Awh that’s so sweet, what have you been doing today?’ She wondered, walking to the bedroom to set out her nightclothes.
‘Nothing just setting up a night for my beautiful wife who I love and adore so much.’ He gushed, sitting on the bed as she walked around the room, she awed and shook her head grabbing some pants and underwear.
‘Is that all? Nothing special for yourself? I haven’t seen anything happen in the city either. Maybe even the bad guys know it’s a holiday.’ She joked while grabbing her towel.
‘Nope, stayed home all day and decorated with the decorations from the closet, i even made you something so we can watch a movie—‘
‘A scary movie?’ She hoped, he hated scary movies ever since he was a kid, freddie crouger, jason, even the Halloween movie, Micheal Myers creeped him out, he preferred any and everything else except Halloween movies.
He groaned and threw his head back slightly—‘Uh..come on honey, you know—‘
‘Clark please, it’s the one night of a year that I love so much and we never watch a horror movie! Just this once?’ She promised while making her way to the side of the bed which he sat at, he looked up at her and smiled.
Placing his hands around her legs and pulling her to him slightly, her stomach to his face, he nodded with a eyeful—‘Fine..’ She gasped and smiled widely.
‘Yes!’ She celebrated while kissing him on the face and holding his face between her hands.
‘Okay! Okay! I’m going to shower, order pizza and we’ll get this movie started’ She sang while walking to the bathroom. He rolled his eyes and smiled once more with blush all over his face, giddy that his wife had kissed him and happy that she was happy too.
Picking up his phone from the nightstand he set the pizza order in and resisted the urge to sit in the bathroom with his wife, he could practically smell the shampoo and body wash she was using through the door.
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After waiting for the pizza to arrive and his wife to get done with her shower, both came to an end when she’d come and placed herself on the living room couch with a blanket wrapped around her body, a blanket that was decorated with pumpkins, black cats and ghosts that his mom gifted to her.
He loved that his Mom and wife had a daughter and mother life relationship, they got along very well, same with her and his father.
With the doorbell ringing he hurried and got the pizza, tipping the guy twenty bucks and a ‘Happy Halloween, Be safe out there’
‘Okay! Lights off, small lights on, pizza here and my wife is beside me, we’re ready for the night.’ He smiled as she did as well leaning against him.
The night was simple and beautiful just like it was supposed to be, Clark kept looking away from the screen whenever someone was close to dying, and a jumpscare was coming up. He could sense it, not really.
It was the music build up that he felt in trap to the first time and learned that’s when jumpscares would happen.
The pizza was made just right, the dough was soft and cheesy, and Clark had his own side with pineapples which Y/n cringed at and looked him up and down with a shake of her head.
‘Oh and what is this? I want to try it so bad!’ Y/n pointed at the treat Clark had spent almost an hour making. He smiled and started speaking.
‘I’m not sure actually! I looked it up on that app you use a lot? Pinterest I think, and this came up, give it a bite for me?’ He cut a piece off for her and held it to her mouth, hurrying for her to bite it before she could smell much of it.
‘oh! wow, it’s..really good.’ She chewed and covered her mouth while chewing and licking the corner of her mouth where some apple fell on to, he whipped the extra apple sauce off her mouth and licked his thumb clean.
‘it has, homemade bread, apple, sugar, a little bit of lemon, cinnamon—‘
‘Cinnamon?!’ She yelled, already and swallowed the piece itself and just now tasted its spice.
He was shocked at her sudden yell and nodded.
Clueless he continues. ‘Yeah, cinnamon, a bit of lemon—‘
‘No no…okay.’ Sitting up before she was fumbled back down into the couch she shook her head and placed a hand on her heart. He heard a sudden uprise in her heart and was confused.
‘What? What’s going on, are you okay—‘
‘I’m okay, it’s alright just, I have to get something from the room.’ Standing up and walking to the room and tripping over nothing and leaned against the wall. Rushing to her side he noticed the sudden redness in her neck, face and a bit of swelling.
‘Oh my—Honey what’s going on!’ He looked at her as she gasped for breath, he was taken back and hurried to call 911.
Times like this is when he wished everyone knew who he was, the fact he was superman that it. he could have and almost did just fly her to the hospital himself, however it would raise questions as to why superman was out and about at night without a threat being present and the fact she was in her pajamas indicating she was home.
He knew the risk and she did she.
Holding her back tightly as she tried to speak but nothing came out she just kept signaling to the bedroom, he rushed to the room and pulled out a weird looking pen, he quickly scanned it and realized she’d used this before.
Rushing to her and letting her do whatever she did last time she stabbed her leg quickly and gasped, coughing and slight tears from the lack of oxygen she leaned against the wall.
‘What just happened! H—Are you okay, I—What, I don’t understand!’ He looked at her as she placed a hand on his shoulder and hand which was holding her heart to feel her beating.
Just before she could say anything she passed out.
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Her and Clark were rushed to the hospital though he could’ve taken the ride in the back of the ambulance he insisted on taking his own ride which he flew quickly, without being detected and set himself into the waiting room.
Sitting down in the chairs and with a leg bouncing in anticipation and worry as he twists the wedding ring on his finger, his name was called.
‘Clark Kent?’
‘Yes; Yes that’s me!’ He rushed to the nurse who had a clipboard in hand.
‘Your husband of Y/n Kent, correct?’ she asked, he hurried with a nod and she motioned to follow me.
‘I—Is she alright? Is everything fine? what’s going—‘
‘She's right in here, sir.’ She gave a small smile before walking off, hurrying and opening the sliding glass door to see Y/n sitting up with a IV in her arm. She smiled and looked way better than she did when she left the house.
Her face was back to its normal shade and she had no swelling anywhere, her heart sounded normal.
‘Oh my gosh, Y/n…’ He breathed, rushing to her side and hugging her, she smiled and awed.
‘I’m so sorry, it’s actually my fault I should've told you sooner—‘
‘Tell me what? What happened back there? What was that? I thought you were dying.’ He looked at her as she soothed his hair with her hands.
Smiling a bit she nodded—‘ Well technically I was dying-‘
‘What!’
‘No no, let me explain, I have a severe allergy to cinnamon and I forgot to tell you on our…I think it's the second Halloween date? It just slipped my mind and I convinced myself I told you.’ She explained .
‘Y/n…I bought a freaking cinnamon apple candle oh my—‘
‘Awh no it’s okay, it’s okay..I should've told you, you didn’t know..’
‘You almost died because of me.’ He mumbled with sorrow she looked between his eyes which looked like he’d been a kicked puppy and shook her head.
‘No it’s okay..it’s alright i’m here. I won’t leave you. When we get home which will be in a hour because they said i need more liquids to reduce the swelling in my ankles, we can watch charlie brown and the great pumpkin.’ She promised while soothing his hair.
He smiled and hummed, kissing her cheek, then her head then her lips which she hummed into.
‘I’m still so sorry.’ He mumbled while placing his face between her neck and shoulder. She shushed him and placed her hand which had a IV tube in it along his neck.
‘I’m throwing away everything cinnamon related starting with the candle…it was twenty five bucks too..’ He mumbled.
She smiled and shook her head—‘It’s okay, the candle can stay, it’s a cute decoration too! It’s in a little pumpkin, we have to keep it!’ He smiled and kissed her once more.
