oh nothing just nerd!clark that stumbles over his feet and pushes up his glasses every 2 seconds. he’s quite a force, really. practically fighting to stay quiet in his seat without raising his hand to answer an oh so easy question, but the professor would shoo him off, tell him to give someone else a chance.
and you, a bit slow in class, unable to catch up as fast as your peers. you have to spend extra time on a certain topic, and once you’ve finally understood, your class has moved on far ahead. your friends tell you about clark, say he’s SUPER smart and is a great tutor.
with a relenting sigh, you decide to contact him. whats the worst that could happen? just a tutoring session.
well, when he invites you to his dorm for tutoring on biology…
you find yourself on his lap, fighting against his hand trapping your arms behind your back as his other palm caresses your face. your mouths are hot and pushing against eachother, tongues swirling together so fast they might just get tangled. he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two.
“once you get this chapter done, you can have a bit more, is that alright, sweetheart?”
the little shy, awkward, nerdy act was just a cover up. and you’ve fallen right into his trap.
I’m usually a lurker, but I’ll try doing a request. :) Can you do something where Camus’s S/O has cut off a bunch of friends who didn’t actually care about them, and the S/O is completely fine, but Camus does something for them and checks up on them anyway. He spends more time around them (like showing up to have lunch with them at their work) and then says something like “well, that means there’s more of your time for me...” when he gets caught? (Sorry, if that’s a lot)
My first request!!! :D
And don’t worry too much about having too much detail. Tbh a lot of detail is good, so I least know what I’m working with.
This is the first request I’ve gotten on this blog, so I hope you enjoy it! :)
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(B/A/L/N) = bitch-ass liar’s name lol
When you first met those wolves disguised in sheep’s clothing, you thought they had your back. You thought that they’d always be there to support you - even on the days when all you could really do was survive. You thought you had a strong support system when all hope was lost. Oh, how wrong you were.
It all started when one of them kept begging you and everyone else in the group chat for help when she got evicted from her home. Seems harmless enough, right? Well, you realized after about a week or so that she started turning down some of the help she received: job offers, letting her stay with other friends for a night or two, one of them even allowed her to live with him rent free until she could find a job! You, however, were friends with her former roommate and found it a little suspicious when she started turning down even the kindest of gestures from the rest of the group. You decided to ask her roommate why she got evicted.
She said that she was evicted for not paying her portion of the rent on time, despite somehow having enough money to regularly buy from luxury brands multiple times a week. Turns out, this ex-friend was also a pathological liar who constantly made up ridiculous stories when she had to explain why she couldn’t pay her part of the rent like a good roommate. Having had a terrible roommate yourself, you were furious that she’d pull stunts like that. You decided to call her out - in the group chat.
You very quickly realized who your true friends were after a flurry of hate comments and insults were hurled at you. Some stood up for you, though you told them not to do so in fear that they’ll get hate next. The fake ones, however, just called you all sorts of nasty things and started talking about you behind your back. Once the friend who offered the liar his own place until she could find a job told you about that, you had enough. You blocked almost everyone in that group chat that day - only 3 or 4 people were left by the time you got done blocking everyone. One of those people even noted that no one ever helped you or the remaining friends when they were at their lowest points, yet everyone rushed to the ex-friends’ aid whenver they needed it. You should’ve recognized that level of toxictiy from the beginning, but hey, better late than never.
You never brought any of this up to your boyfriend - with all that idol work and royal duties he has, you figured he had enough on his plate. He didn’t need anymore drama than he already gets on a daily basis. One day, he noticed that you were still at home when you told him you were meeting some now ex-friends for lunch. “(Y/N)? Weren’t you supposed to meet (B/A/L/N) for lunch today?” Camus asked as he poured a little too much sugar in his tea. “Yeah,” you replied plainly. “But we don’t talk anymore. Turns out she’s nothing but a snake, like most of the other people I thought were my friends.”
You didn’t think much of what you said, nor did you pay much attention to how the Count of Silk Palace reacted to it. Although you didn’t notice, he grew concerned with what you said and how nonchalantly you said it. He thought you were hiding your true feelings from him, so he was determined to get you to open up about how you really were feeling.
As the days kept passing by, you were feeling much better than you did before letting go of those toxic friends. You felt a lot more free to talk to your remaining friends about whatever you wanted without worrying so much about accidentally offending anyone else in the chat. However, you also noticed that Camus seemed to want to be around you more often. Not that you didn’t want him to - you’re his S/O, after all - but it was quite out of character for the usually-cold as Permafrost sweets fanatic. It started off simple enough, he invited you to his home country to ‘help take your mind off of things,’ as he put it. You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you shrugged it off and went along with it. However, you became suspicious when he’d ask you many times a day if you were okay - even if it was one of the best days of your life. You grew even more suspicious when he started showing up to your job to have lunch with you, which usually never happened due to your schedule conflicting with his.
It wasn’t until you noticed that he cancelled one of his scheduled meet-and-greets with fans that you realized he wasn’t telling you something important. You decided enough was enough, and finally got your chance to figure out what was going on after one of the practice sessions his group mate Reiji invited you to watch. “You’d tell me if there was something wrong, right Camus?” you asked once the rest of QUARTET NIGHT left the studio for the day. “Yes, of course, my love,” he replied, surprised that you would ask such a question. “Why do you ask?” “Well, you haven’t really been yourself lately,” you began, struggling to find a way to explain his odd behavior. “You’ve been hanging out with me more often than usual, somehow manage to get out of work to eat lunch with me everyday for the past few weeks, and even cancelled a meet-and-greet with your fans! That just doesn’t seem like something you would do.”
He didn’t respond at first, but something about the concern in his eyes made it click for you. “Is this about me cutting off (B/A/L/N) and the rest of those toxic friends?” you inquired. He reluctantly nodded his head and answered, “I was worried that you were feeling more lonely, so I wanted to spend more time with you so you didn’t have to feel that way, my love.” You tried to keep your composure after he said that, but you started laughing a few seconds later, confusing the poor Count of Silk Palace.
“Sorry, Camus,” you said as you started to calm down. “It’s just that... I was fine the whole time. You didn’t need to do all of that for me, heck, I should’ve seen the toxicity coming from a mile away! Besides, I still have you, the rest of QUARTET NIGHT, Haruka, STARISH, Tomo-chan, and even that group from the rival entertainment studio you don’t seem to be too fond of! How could I ever feel lonely knowing I have all these other friends who really care about me? Especially knowing I have a boyfriend as sweet and kind-hearted as you?” You pulled him in for a kiss after you said that, Camus’s confusion turning to shock then relief as he realized that you were, in fact, okay. After a few seconds, you pulled away before remarking, “But seriously, don’t go disappointing your fans for my sake next time, okay?”
not YOUR wedding, of course, but jimmy and eve’s! (surprisingly…) with how dry and supposedly uncaring jimmy is for eve, he does end up proposing. and of course eve, ever the sweet girl who loves jimmy to no extent, accepted!
you have been noticing that jimmy has been warming up to eve, being more affectionate and loving anyway, so you guess its not THAT much of a problem.
anyways, it brings you to today. you’re eve’s maid of honour, the one who brought the wedding ceremony from her pinterest board to real life. you organised almost everything while eve just sat her pretty little butt down, choosing wedding dresses and what wine would suit the menu you had to redo 7 times because eve wanted vegetarian, then only meat, then gluten free.
it’s honestly fine, you know it’s her special day, she deserves to have her moment and just go on with what she says and wants.
the wedding venue is perfect. her favourite flowers line the aisle, the altar that sits right on the edge of the cliff has a silky white cloth draping and flowers make the setting look ethereal.
you’re on your 4th glass of wine, really just needing a break from 2 months of non stop planning and work.
“Isn’t that enough for you?” a smooth, deep voice asks from behind. your head whips around, making the world spin for a moment.
jimmy’s best man, clark kent. well over 6 foot, gorgeous soft blue eyes and glasses that probably shield the shine from his eyes whenever he smiles. which is always.
“Trust me, I probably need a few more.” you scoff, shaking your head. he only laughs, grabbing a glass for himself. his knuckles brush yours, and you have to push down a tingling that goes up your spine.
“Rough day?”
“Rough 2 months.”
he tilts his head slightly, just watching you. “Tired from planning?” you only nod. it’s just too much to think about at the moment.
“Can I help you with that?” he says quietly, though there’s no one around to hear. your eyes dart up to his, almost confused. “Sorry?”
“Let me help you.”
And that’s probably how you find yourself in the bathroom, sitting on the counter of the sink with your dress just slightly rucked up. clark’s fingers tug on your hair, completely messing up an hour of work. you pant into his mouth, unable to even pull away for a breath because he’s so determined to latch onto you.
he brings you impossibly closer to his chest, tongue trying to push through your teeth. maybe it’s the wine that’s making you dizzy, or maybe it’s the fact his mouth is just so hot on yours.
you pray that at least your makeup is fine, but when you finally push him off to breath, there’s lipgloss quite literally all over his mouth. he chuckles softly, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.
anything you say, anything you do, he sits, stares and has a goofy little grin while he watches you work.
or, not.
he doesn’t let you lift a finger. will always fret over you, making sure your pretty hands stay clean and manicured weekly! why would he ever make you wash the dishes or cook? just tell him what you’re craving, don’t worry baby, he’ll make it!
he’d even tuck you into bed and do his best to help you with your skincare, even made sure to wash his sticky hands before touching your face.
he loves you! don’t mind him sneaking a piccie when you’re taking a nap on the couch after a long day. sometimes he does waltz inti the bathroom while you shower, but he didn’t hear the water running!
but, with those eyes, you probably would’ve let him in if he just asked.
clark kent is clumsy. sometimes he flies while getting a little too excited at work, sometimes he grips his mug a bit too hard when someone insults a close friend of his, and sometimes, he listens in on conversations he wants to wash his ears out with bleach to forget about. but, he’s the most clumsiest around you. stumbling over his words, having to repeat his sentences, he has to keep his fingers gripping his slacks so he won’t lift a finger to hold you, though he wants to. when you do something nice for him, even the smallest gesture, he’ll get excited and shoot himself into the air (when you two are alone, of course.) he’s a man of many emotions, too many to keep track of and control, especially when it comes to being around you. surely you wont blame him, right? you’re just his dream girl/boy!
you were talking with an old group from friends from highschool, catching up and talking about old times.
“are you dating clark now?” one of the girls ask, a teasing smile on her face. it takes you by surprise, the question a bit sudden and out of the blue. “well, no. we just work together, but i kind of like him.” you admit.
everyone giggles, cooing at how flustered you are, but there’s this one girl who just stares at you, an almost triumphant smile curving on the corners of her lips. “oh, yeah? i still text clark, he seems like he’s interested in me.” she scoffs lightly, almost trying to challenge you.
feeling a bit cornered, confused as to why she wants to one up you, you nod along. “that’s… nice.” you can only mumble, thinking about her and clark. they did have a bit of history for a while, but it ended on good terms.
maybe clark likes her again? maybe he was never really interested in you?
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after a small get together with clark, lois, jimmy and you at clark’s house, the apartment is warm and still trying to settle down from the drinks and laughter of friends coming together.
it feels much safer and less competitive than when you were with your highschool friends.
lois and jimmy are in the living room, arguing on what to watch while you and clark are in the kitchen, picking out bowls for popcorn and more drinks to loosen up throughout the night. it doesn’t really matter if there’s work tomorrow, right?
feeling a rush zap through your body, and a push from the few drinks you had, you suddenly turn to face clark. “y’know, i was with sarah and a few other friends this morning… catching up.”
he turns his body towards you. “yea? what did you guys do?” you shrug, humming softly. “nothing much. just talking.”
he nods, and is halfway turning back to the task at hand before you speak up again. “then… you came up as a topic of conversation.” his ears almost perk up, and he faces you once more.
“yea?”
“yea. and sarah said you guys were… still talking. and she said you still seemed interested in her.”
“what?”
he almost sounds appalled, shocked that anyone would even make that assumption. “i don’t even talk to her, why would she lie?” he mumbles, shaking his head. you make a small noise, agreeing.
“so you don’t like her?”
he shakes his head. “we ended that highschool fling. i don’t have anything against her, but i don’t hold any feelings for her either.” he admits softly. you almost squeal giddily in excitement. maybe you still had a chance?
“plus, there’s someone else i like.” oh.
“yeah? who do you like?” you look up at him, a little frown on your lips. he looks back, smiling in contrast to your sad face.
“she’s next to me.” you had to take a few seconds, gears turning in your head. “oh… oh!” you yelp, eyes wide as you turn your body towards his. he laughs, a blush on his cheeks. you didn’t expect that he’d ever confess to you, especially not so suddenly like this.
“so, you don’t need to worry about any sarah bugging you about me. i only like you.”
a/n: not proofread, ive been lowkey addicted to stateside bruh.
“kissing my swedish boy over facetime” - Stateside, PinkPantheress + Zara Larsson
Clark was staying in Smallville for a week, to help out at his parents house because they’ve been having problems with security and their, quote, “too-modern-appliances.”
You, due to work, couldn’t join him. No matter how much Ma and Pa Kent insisted you come over, take a break from work, you just couldn’t.
You haven’t been meeting deadlines lately, and your boss keeps latching on your back because of it. You might even get laid off if you didn’t catch up on all the piling work.
So, with guilt settling deep in the bottom of your heart, you had to say no. You hug Clark one last time before he grabs his suitcase and flies off to Smallville.
Though you’ve told him multiple times not to simply fly over like that in civilian clothes, he never seems to listen. You could tell he was excited to see his parents, even if he was going to have to leave you for a bit.
“It’ll be super quick! You won’t even miss me. It’s just in a blink, and I’ll be back!”
He was more trying to convince himself than convince you.
You watch as his figure disappears between buildings and blue skies, letting out a small sigh. He promised he’d call everyday, so that was a bonus.
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Clicking away at your laptop, hunched over a small desk in a small office full of people yelling in meetings and debates over the coffee machine.
After finishing up your third report, you lean back and stretch your limbs, cracking your neck. A familiar voice calls your name from behind.
Looking back, you see your boss with a stern look on his face and his lanky arms crossed over his chest. “Did you need something, sir?” You say, grinding your teeth together as you smile.
“Yes. I’m still waiting for that presentation. The meetings in an hour, and I haven’t heard a peep.”
“Sir, you asked me to complete my reports before i got to that—-“
“You see? This is your problem. You always have an excuse for something, because you can’t complete it. Don’t bore me. Just get your work done and send it.”
He leaves, and you internally curse him out for being the worst. You’ve always complained about him to Clark, and he’s always begged you to quit your job. He says he’s made enough for the both of you, but you can see him stressing over bills after a nice dinner out.
The only thing you want to do is help him. And maybe that’s why you’re still at this stupid 9-5 job, working your ass off while being humiliated by your boss in front of the office.
One day, you’ll quit. That’s what you tell yourself.
Your attention is brought back to your laptop, a notification about a deadline from your boss. Willing yourself not to bang your head against your desk, you abandon the previous report you were working on, and start on the presentation he asked for.
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Getting home, you kick your shoes off at the front door and flop onto the couch. You can’t even be bothered to get food, even though you’ve been starving the whole day.
Like a reminder, your stomach growls so loud your neighbours would think you’re being devoured by a lion. You can’t even bothered to take your phone to order takeout.
You look out the window, as if Clark would suddenly fly back if you stared long enough. Of course, it didn’t work, but if you put your mind to it, anything can happen.
You fish your phone out your purse, hoping there’s stil battery.
Clicking on buttons and probably getting more food than you can eat, you press order and pray it’ll come before you die of hunger.
The house feels empty, a silence settling over the atmosphere. There’s no Clark to ramble about a show he saw, no Clark to talk about how everything’s at work, there’s no Clark.
You snuggle into yourself, curling up into a ball on the couch. Sleep slowly falls over you, and your eyelids feel heavy.
Work was stressful, Clark is gone for a week, and all your friends are just as swamped with life. No one was here.
You consider sobbing your eyes out, not caring if the neighbours can hear or not. Everything just hurts. No one was here to listen to you to complain about life, no one was here to hug you after.
Your phone rings suddenly, and you pray it’s your food. Picking it up and staring at the screen for a moment, it’s not.
‘Clark 💘’ is calling…
Your heart fills with hope, feeling a weight lift off you. Though you always try to tell yourself you’re fine without him, you can’t imagine a life without him being right next to you.
You answer his video call, at least trying to make yourself presentable.
“Hey, love.” He smiles. He’s already in bed, a cotton gray shirt on and his hair mussed up. He looks too big for his childhood bed, no longer the little boy he showed you pictures of.
“Clark.” You smile back. “You look… tired.” Whispering quietly into the empty apartment. “I am.” He sighs, shutting his eyes for a moment.
“Been doing chores for Ma. Fixed everything up that they couldn’t. Still another 4 days of this.” He lets out a chuckle, leaning his head back into the pillow.
“Mm.. that’s nice.” You both let the words linger, letting them settle deep. Finally, you say, “I miss you. A lot.”
“Aw, sweetheart.” He opens one eye. God, he’s so handsome. “‘m missing you too. More than I should. Wish you were here with me. Cuddled up into my side… miss kissing you.”
Scoffing playfully, you roll your eyes. “I miss kissing you too. I guess.”
“You guess?” He sits up suddenly, almost offended. “I am the best kisser. Ever.”
“Don’t be cocky, Clark.”
“I am!” He laughs, a bit too loud for the quiet farm he’s on.
“Give me a kiss then.” You say. He looks at you for a moment. “You want me to fly over?” You shake your head.
“No, I mean… through the screen.” Giggling, you imagine his lips pressed to his phone. He gapes. “You want me to kiss my camera? What if Ma comes in and thinks I’m crazy?”
“You already are.”
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Eventually, after long bickering, you manage to convince him to just do it.
Hesitantly, he lowers his lips to the camera, and you end up longing for those soft, pink lips that were usually always available to you.
He kisses the camera, and you press your lips to the screen too, before realizing how stupid you look and pull away.
“Told you I’m a good kisser. Bet the phone wants more.”
