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[tateszn]

a working woman

a/n: clark hcs w his gf whos a waitress! ill never stop pushing the messy clark agenda. i mentioned making a drive-in fic in this, should i actually make one? lmk. 739 words

all of my fics are black!reader

i feel like he’d like to just hang out at your job most days. he’d sit there and order 16 waters over a few hours lawl. if you’re working after school, he doesn’t care if he’s been around you all day, he can’t get enough of seeing you! and if you’re working during the summer, he’ll come to the diner in a heartbeat aching with the need to be around you. however, he does make sure not to distract you so much. he’d hate to be the reason you get in trouble with your manager. even though you love to see him as much as he loves seeing you, you really hope he’s not blowing anything off just to see you. he has to go through a ten question (minimum) questionnaire before he gets permission from you to stay.

“clark, are you even allowed to be here right now?” you chuckle, holding a serving tray full of sodas. “of course i am!” he said earnestly. “you’re done with all your farm chores? you don’t have anything scheduled with chloe, or pete, or lana? you didn’t tell your parents you’d help them with anything?” “this is the only place i need to be right now, i promise.” he smiles at you to show he’s serious. “okay good. you know i’d hate to be the reason you flake out on someone.”

clark deffff picks you up from work in his truck. he’s never late! he probs brings some snacks for you to have on the ride to your house too. he knows how chaotic the days could be, so he doesn’t mind if you don't feel like talking some days. he also doesn’t mind if you want to ramble on about your day either. he’ll listen to anything you have to say, especially if it’s about your coworkers. he’s so messyyyyyyyy. when he hears you say, ‘clark i have got to tell you what happened!’ hes instantly hooked. 

“...so i was going back to one of the tables i was assigned after the folks left to clean up and collect my tip, and i see clarisse -i cannot make this up clark, i swear- looking like she was about to steal my money from the table! i caught her before she laid her hand on it! mind you, she’s pushing forty trying to steal from a teenager! a whole fifteen dollars too, i can’t believe that.”  “that’s crazy that she thinks she can steal from you like that. as hard as you work too!”

your coworkers definitely tease you about him. you never hear the end of it on the days where he’s just hanging out at the high top tables, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. none of it is said with malicious intent though, it’s in the same vein as middle school girls teasing their friend for liking a boy. you could be waiting around in the kitchen waiting on someone's order and randomly catch a stray! 

“i really think your boyfriend could break the record for how many waters ordered in one visit.” one of your coworkers joke. a few others chuckle. you laugh as well. “what can i say? it’s his favorite drink and he has a small appetite.” you quip. another one of your peers speak up. “i think it’s sweet that her boyfriend wants to see her so much,” she grabs an order from the cook, “some women have husbands who don’t even want to see their wives in their own home.” “i know that's right. let my man love me and his waters in peace.” you say.

he remembers when you tell him if you don’t need to take a shift on a certain day so he can plan cute little dates for you. he would take you on a picnic, to a drive-in (should i make a drive-in fic soon?), or he would plan something to do at one of your houses. you hold all of his planned dates very dear to your heart because you think it’s very sweet how much he cares about you.

“you’re still off tomorrow right?” clark asked, standing beside your locker as you were switching out books. “yeah? what’s up?” you ask him. “i got us two tickets for a movie tomorrow night. i figured you’d like to do something since you’re off.” he explains. “oh clark,” you hug him, “you’re so good to me!”

[imikhailo]

(first time doing something like this 🙈)

prompt: you never asked @galladrabbles @arrowflier

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mickey groans getting up off the floor to open the door.

when he opens the door he's faced with the most gorgeous redhead he has ever seen. 

he rolls his eyes.

the redhead smirks. "Hey, Mick."

"Hey. What are you doing here?"

"I came to pay you a visit."

"A visit uh? 

"A visit means that you just passing by. and also means you gonna leave'." again, mickey thinks

"Are you going to invite me in or not?"

a sigh. mickey gives up. "Do you want to come in and have a beer?"

"I Thought you’d never ask." the redhead responds with a big dork smile

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[tera-starstorm]

"Oh, you want your precious sage back?" The Darker Lord put a hand on his chest in mock surprise before letting out a haughty laugh. Arcade scowled. He knew Jamie's laugh - a soft, warm chuckle that could lift the weight of the world off of one's shoulders. Though the laugh had resounded in his voice, it sounded nothing like him. The lord lunged forward, getting into Arcade's face and meeting him with uncanny rectangular pupils. "Do you think I didn't know that?"

Arcade didn't respond, instead biting the insides of his cheeks.

"Go on. Tell me where you think all this demanding gets you." The Darker Lord's huge figure loomed over Arcade for a moment before clicking his tongue dismally. To Arcade's surprise, he rose back to full height, turning his back to him and pacing forwards.

"I wanted him back, too." He muttered. Arcade hesitated; the aggression in the lord's voice was present, but seemed to have toned down to a mere pout. "And that's why we're where we are today. Simple as that." He glanced over his shoulder, glowering.

"And if you think for a moment that I'll return him now that he's in my hands," He jeered, fangs bared, "You are sorely mistaken." With a deep exhale, he folded his clawed hands behind his back.

"You-" Arcade sputtered, "Knew him?"

"Indeed." The Darker Lord nodded. "But that is not of your concern. What is of your concern is that I was here first." The full force of the seething aggression in his tone returned as he turned his palms up. "It's absurd! I can hear him in our head all the time." He shook his head indignantly. "He's dazed, but present. At my mercy." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before quickly pulling back into a frown. And still, all of his thoughts are just… people. All of his friends, even other random people. It should be me."

"Does he… not think of you?" Arcade cautiously rose to his feet, brushing himself off.

"He does," The lord murmured, "But it should only be me. I'm his best friend, and-" He put his hands on his head, "Why… is it you so often?" He shot Arcade a glare, causing him to back into the wall again. "Arcade, Arcade, Arcade. Oh, how I worry about Arcade! Bah!" He parroted the trapped sage's distant thoughts with disdain, the words escaping like they left a poor taste in his mouth. "What a waste."

"So why…" Arcade started before he was cut off.

"Am I not cutting you down where you stand?" The Darker Lord continued as if able to read his thoughts. "Frankly, it's pointless. This is not an entertaining way to strike you down, all by yourself when we cross paths by chance." The corners of his mouth twitched, and he turned away from Arcade again, looking towards the ground. Arcade could've sworn he picked up a hint of uncertainty. "When the time comes, I will destroy those friends of yours before you before bringing you down, as well." He paused briefly, raising one hand into the air.

"Farewell, Arcade Devland." He spoke coldly. "We will meet again - soon." He snapped the fingers of the raised hand and promptly disappeared, leaving Arcade to process the experience.

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just. a random tidbit about a hypothetical interaction with arcade and the darker lord that reveals some of the lore of my personal dark curse. i heart writing (terms and conditions may apply.)

[pale-greyy]

Neil pretending he doesn’t know what stuff is and the foxes can’t tell if he’s lying or not

What if Neil just,, trolls the foxes and takes advantage of the fact that they think he’s done very little in his life. So he pretends he doesn’t know what stuff is even if it’s really obvious.

It started when one of the foxes suggested they go bowling or something and Neil’s just like “what’s bowling” as a joke and they all FREEZE because Neil doesn’t make many jokes, especially unprompted ones like that, so nobody knows if he’s kidding and nobody wants to ask.

He then uses it as an excuse to get out of stuff he doesn’t want to do because it’s a surefire way to derail the conversation long enough for him to escape unnoticed as the rest of the foxes are trying to work out if he’s joking or not.

(The foxes only realise they’ve been Played after Kevin recounts the time he made the Very Bad Decision to burst into the dorm yelling at Neil that it was time for their night practice. Neil and Andrew were making out on the couch and Neil just looks Kevin dead in the eye and says “what’s exy”)

[tateszn]

I would love to request something with Clark Kent.The reader gets hurt(has a broken leg) and Clark becomes super clingy making sure she is being taken care of.

hospitable

a/n: thanks so much anon for requesting this! sorry if this deviated from the original ask, i think i lost the plot. double feature! i couldn't decide between clarks. 904 words.

all of my fics are black!reader

smallville!clark 

clark is insanely determined to help you any way he could, he feels as though it’s his job for the weeks you’re temporarily disabled. 

while you're out of school, clark makes sure you don’t fall behind. he listens even harder in class so he can relay the information to you after school. he also brings you any homework or assignments you have to complete. he hardly even wants to go to school. he’d rather stay with you all day to make sure you’re alright, but he knows his parents wouldn’t let him. you’re really grateful for him, it’s sweet he keeps you as much company as he does. 

when you’re staying home, he’s bringing you lots of stuff. he knows you’re cared for when you’re home all day, but he feels better knowing he’s got something to do about it.

clark is currently in your room, endlessly pulling things out of his bookbag. everything that he’s pulling out answered your question as to why it looked so stuffed when you first let him in your home.

“these are from my mom, and these are from lana,” he sets down two tupperware boxes of cookies on your bedroom floor, “they both send their get well soon messages. this is everything we did in class today. oh and this,” he holds up a stuffed cat, “this is from me. i saw it in the store when i was walking home and it reminded me of you.” his statement is punctuated with a sweet smile. your heart swells.

“it’s one of those stuffed animals that doubles as a heating pad. i figured you could put it on your leg if it starts to hurt after it heals. it smells like lavender too!” he informs. you wonder what you could have done to deserve him.

“oh clark, you’re so good to me.” you say, holding the get well soon gifts in your hands. 

“no problem. anything to know that my girl is taken care of.” he smiles at you. 

up until he has to go home, he lays with you in bed. he helps you with school, talks about his day, and routinely checks in on you and asks if you need anything. he doesn’t want to leave your side. he’d stay with you the whole eight weeks if he could. but it’s getting around the time where you say, “clark, it’s getting late, you should go. i don’t want you to stay too late.”

“i don’t want to leave you yet. i could stay the night, my parents would understand.” he says, pressing himself closer into one of your pillows.

“i’ll be fine, clark. plus, what if they don’t understand and then you’re not allowed to come over anymore.” he knew you were right, he really wishes you weren’t.

“alright,” clark kisses your cheek, “i’ll be back tomorrow.” if he had the choice to never leave you alone, he wouldn’t.

man of steel!clark

it had been a long five weeks, with your doctor saying it would be eight weeks to heal your leg. the cause of injury had been stupid, really, and completely avoidable. the healing process would’ve been hell, if it weren't for clark.

clark just would not leave you alone. he waited for you hand and foot, and didn’t let you do anything around your shared home. to suggest that you get up to grab a snack, insane! clark would do it. you want to get up to wash a dish you’ve just used? clark’s got it. it’s time to take a painkiller? clark is there with the pill in one hand, and a cup of water in the other.you want to grab a blanket from the next room? clark’s already brought it to you before you could even think about it. he’d feel terrible if he didn’t do these things. why wouldn’t he help out his beautiful lover that is constantly so sweet and kind to him?

you were currently laid up on the couch watching a movie, with clark holding you tight. it was approaching dinner time, clark begs the question, “what do you want to eat tonight?”

“i can cook something tonight, i’m sure we’ve got ingredients for something.” you replied. wow! what a simple answer, right? wrong. clark thought you were insane for even suggesting this! he thought you had no other responsibility right now. the only thing you had to do was lay down and relax.

“you don’t need to do a thing, sweetheart. just let me know what you want and i’ll treat you.” 

“c’mon now, i’m not paralyzed, clark. i can whip something up real quick.” you were only half serious. you did love how clark acted as your own personal servant, but geez, you were really missing being productive.

“i know you can, baby. i just don’t want you to right now. the only thing i want for you to do is relax.” oh, the ever charming clark kent. you just couldn’t find it in yourself to argue with him.

“okay fine, i won’t cook. but i don’t want you to cook either. i’d feel guilty.” you really would feel guilty. he’s been doing everything for you for a month, seemingly taking no breaks.

“deal. we can order takeout.” he said as he grabbed his phone to find a menu. of course he ordered from your favorite place. anything to keep you happy.

thanks @anitalenia for the divider <3

[tateszn]

bracelet making

a/n: long time no see guys... but thanks for 62 followers!!!! this has been sitting in my google docs since march, decided to finish it and come out of hibernation. 598 words.

all of my fics are black!reader

you and clark were walking through a craft store. the both of you were sent to grab a sewing kit for mrs. kent. while looking down aisle after aisle for what you were sent for, you got sucked into an aisle dedicated to strings of beads. this was around thirty minutes ago. the different and intricate designs of the beads have completely engulfed the both of you. the selection seemed infinite. 

“ouuuu. look at these!” you picked out a string of beads from the shelf and held them to clark’s face. the glass beads were shaped as chickens. so suiting for your farmboy. clark smiled as he thumbed over the glass. a different set of beads caught his eye. clark picked up a set of small glass bunnies.

“these look like you.” he teased. you playfully rolled your eyes. then, an idea crossed your mind.

“let’s buy some of these and make matching bracelets.” you explained this as if you were a philosopher explaining something that was immensely profound.

of course you got the chickens and bunnies. the both of you brought a string of glass green and pink beads for you, and glass blue and red beads for clark. you also grabbed a roll of elastic, obviously. you’re piling everything into clark’s arms. the last thing you added was the aforementioned sewing kit once you finally remembered.

back at clark’s house, the two of you ran into the kitchen to give his mom the sewing kit.

“that bag looks like more than a sewing kit,” mrs. kent teased, “what else did you guys get?” she asked.

“we bought some things to make bracelets!” you gleamed at mrs. kent. clark smiled down at you and then his mother. mrs. kent smiled.

“okay,” she said, “you two have fun, ill bring you guys some lemonade later.” mrs. kent adored you. she knew you were a sweet girl with good intentions. she was so very happy that you and clark were together.

“alright mom!” clark said. you excitedly followed him to the loft.

once settled, you both started assembling the bracelets. yall chatted while the radio played quietly in the background. you softly hummed along to the music to focus on your craft while clark (unbeknownst to you) was stealing quick glances of your pretty, concentrated face. you made a pattern of beads including your rabbit beads, clark’s chicken beads, and your desired colors. 

once finished, you looked over at clark trying to tie his bracelet around his wrist with one hand. 

“you need help?” you giggled softly.

“yeah, if you don’t mind.” clark offered you a slightly embarrassed grin.

“ill never mind, baby.” you tied clark’s bracelet around his wrist and he tied your bracelet around yours. after they were secure, you looked at them in awe.

“these look so precious!!” you gushed over your newly made creations.

“i don’t think i’ll ever take this off.” clark smiled, nudging his body into yours. he wasn’t lying either. 

in the days, weeks, and months that followed those bracelets never left your guy’s wrists. no one ever saw either of you without them on your person. even if you guys were upset with each other for a few days, none of you would ever dare take of the bracelets. they were too sentimental, a small token of each other. even on clark’s adventures, he’d be extra careful to not damage, or worse, lose it. he treated it like how he treats you. gentle, and like fragile porcelain; ever so careful not to be too harsh and lose what he treasures most.

[tateszn]

camera

a/n: thanks for almost 40 followers <3!! lowk becoming a superman-centered blog. i thought this was cute. out of the box premise? perchance? clark says serving lawwl. 643 words.

all of my fics are black!reader

you splurged and brought a brand new camera! it was one that you’d been eyeing and doing research on for a while. you bought it because you felt that you deserved it, but did you really need a reason? you also went ahead and bought a few sd cards. you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop recording everything for a while.

ever since you purchased it, it was a hassle to get you get you to put it down (as expected). you were constantly filming everything, in awe of your new gadget. you’d film everything you found interesting, whether in public or around the house. 

“look at my wonderful boyfriend, guys,” you point the camera to clark, “he’s chopping up fruit for the both of us. what a gentleman, mr and mrs kent tought you right.” 

“guys? who are you showing this to?” 

“hmmmm.. i don’t know.” you mumble while slowly zooming the lens at his smiling face. the small screen is soon filled with his face. 

“should i show what i’m cutting up?” clark is starting to understand why you recording everything is so enjoyable. he knows that the both of you being two peas in a pod makes you happy. he’s loving the fact that he has the ability to put a smile on your face.

“ouuu yes please!” 

“okay ‘guys’ we have apples, strawberries, dragonfruit, and a small watermelon.” he flashes the camera a smile and a small thumbs up. you smile behind the camera. 

“i’ll leave you alone, i’m going to show them my music.” ‘them’, really being no one. maybe some people someday, but for now, this was your own little video diary. 

when you’re out and about, you make sure to have your camera in your purse, just incase you see something cool. (obviously!) clark sometimes reminds you to bring it. partly because he knows you'll be dissapointed if you forget it, and partly because he also likes to record silly little videos with you while you’re both out.

“clark, record me so i can show them what i’m wearing, please.” he’s absolutely more than happy to oblige. you hand him the camera with a smile.

“how do i start it?” he asks with a confused tone. he’s staring at trillions of buttons, he couldn’t even begin to tell you which one does what.

“press the red button on the top.” you giggle. 

“okay, got it,” clark’s face lights up at his success, “look at my girl. ‘serving’ as she would say.” he narrates as he’s recording.

“boy, what do you know about that.” you laugh as you turn around to show the complete ensemble. you walk up to clark once you feel like the camera has had enough of you.

“alright! your turn.” you take the camera from him. clark stands in front of the camera awkwardly but charmingly simultaneously. 

“oh yeah, look at how handsome my man is, yall.” clark laughs and walks up to you to press a kiss to your forehead. he loves your compliments, but he’d be lying if he said they didn’t always get a little flustered. 

while you’re walking on the street, clark would randomly point at things and tell you to record it. 

“look! record me petting this cat!” he says, and of course you do it. you crouch down close to clark, and carefully capture the sight. the cat’s purrs are starting to be the only thing filling your ears after a while, the both of you immensely focused for some reason. the feline soon gets curious of the device in front of her. she begins to shove her face into the camera and sniff the lens.

“seems like she loves the camera, too.”

your storage is filled with videos of you and clark. you dont mind it at all, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

thank you @anitalenia for the divider!

[tateszn]

sweet lover - clark kent bf hcs

a/n: blurry moodboards are my staple atp, there's no escaping it. very wholesome headcannons, clark is so boyfriend. 653 words.

all of my fics are black!reader

clark is so sweet and kind it makes your heart hurt.

he would enjoy doing things for you. if you ask him to help you with your hair, he’d do whatever you say in a heartbeat. with things like this, its a mix of wanting to do things for you, while also wanting to spend time together. 

“clark, are you doing anything this weekend?” “mmm, no. i don't think so, why?” “do you want to help me take my braids out? i don’t feel like doing it myself.” “of course!”

clark is completely enamored by you.

he’d come to your house before taking you out, and lay on your bed to watch you do your hair and makeup. he would inadvertently memorise every step of your routine. he would also help you pick out an outfit if you asked him to. 

you and clark help each other study.

if he understands a topic better than you, he’ll definitely help you if you ask. he wouldn’t mind at all, the same goes for you.

“could you help me with the math homework tonight please, clark? i don’t understand anything.” “well maybe if you didn’t sleep through math class today, you’d understand,” he’s only teasing, but he did kind of clock your tea, “but that works out perfectly because i need help with history assignment.”

“well maybe if YOU didn’t sleep through history…”

clark really enjoys your company.

the both of you could just be in his room doing your own things and not really talking much, but he wouldn't mind. your positive energy and the fact that you’re there would keep him content. he enjoys being outside with you just as much, though. the two of you could be hanging out at the talon, going to the movies, or having a picnic, it doesn’t matter. he loves spending time with you.

clark loves to listen to you talk.

you could be talking about anything on planet earth, and he’s listening attentively. you could be talking about something you read, drama around school, or just a random story. whatever it is, he’s listening and responding.

“...and lana told me that she said… which was crazy because i saw her… and mind you…” “that’s crazy! how could she just lie like that?” “i know! and she thought we wouldn’t notice, and you know chloe said…”

clark’s parents love you.

mrs. kent is very fond of you because you help out around the house if she needs it. martha really does enjoy baking with you, she thinks you’re so fun. clark says his parents tell him about how lucky he is to have you. you’re glad because you think his parents are so so so sweet!

clark constantly compliments you.

he’s the first to notice something new about you. whether it be a new hairstyle, new set of nails, or even something minor like a new shade of blush. he always showers you with compliments. there’s not a universe that exists where you’ve grown tired of his admiration. of course you love to compliment him too, theres no way you wouldn’t!

“you look so good in that shirt, clark.” “really? i never notice how i look in things.” “well i notice, and i think you look very handsome.” “thanks, beautiful.”

“you smell amazing. are you wearing a new perfume?” “yessss, do you like it?” “of course i like it, it may be my new favorite.” clark loves to take naps with you

usually after a long day of school when you both are tired, you’re both taking a nap together. the two of you could be in his bed, your bed, one of your living room couches, theres no discrimination. you’re usually laying on his chest (best spot in the house!) with his hand playing with your hair. his hand in your hair lulls you to sleep, it’s so therapeutic.

where can i order a clark kent :(((((

thank you @anitalenia for the divider <3!!