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1.DREAMLOVER !

— dreamlover come rescue me

AN: is this too niche… I haven’t written since like late oct early nov? I started working and it hasn’t given me much time to do the things I like (but I really like my job so I’m either way!) but I’m currently on spring break so im trying to edit and write and just do what I can’t do during the week :)

Warnings: fem!reader, Latina!reader in mind (for the plot, might turn this into a small series..) reader is 18, John is 18

“Welcome to Boston fitness” you recite your voice flat. “Hi, we’d like to sign up” you look up, recognizing the boy? Man? In front of you. “John Bennett,” you hum amused. “You and ted gonna get fit or somethin’?” He shakes his head with a laugh. “No, I’m just here for moral support” Ted cuts in, you nod handing john a clipboard. “Fill this out and I’ll need your ID” John sets his ID down and they walk away.

“And You’re absolutely sure about this Johnny?” Ted asks John as they sit down on the plastic chairs. “Yes” John says confidently, Ted nods.

You go over his filled out form, making copies once you know it’s viable. “Alrighty, well down payment is sixty bucks and then it’ll be twenty every fifth of the month” you smile kindly handing him his ID back.

“Great,” John hands you the money, you count it before handing him his receipt. “Alright, welcome to the Boston fitness family” you staple together the copies and hand him his temporary membership card. “The plastic one should arrive in the mail in a week or two”

“Thanks” John nods.

You hadn’t really expected John Bennett to continue coming to the gym, let alone see him actually gain some muscle, it was so odd seeing him actually looking like a man.

“Mornin’!” He greets walking through the front door. “No Ted today?” He shakes his head. “He had a doctor’s appointment” you tilt your head in confusion but decide against asking questions, he was a stuffed bear for god’s sake. “Alright” you hum and scan his membership card.

He heads to towards the bicep curl machine first and starts his set.

You try not to make your stares obvious but he made it incredibly difficult.

The sweat dripped down his back, the wife beater he was wearing giving you access to the way his shoulders blades contracted. “Fuck” you groan to yourself forcing yourself to look away.

An hour had gone by and John had finally finished his routine, he made his way towards the counter and leaned against it, his body was drenched in sweat and if it were anyone else you’d be gagging but it was him and you had never been more turned on.

“So, are you the only person who works here?” He asks before take a swig of his water. “I’m the only person who works the front counter, nobody else likes doing it and I prefer it, I do not wanna wipe down those machines, have you seen the men that come in here?” He laughs, and you feel yourself blush.

“Yeah, good call, that hairy dude goes commando” it was your turn to laugh, and John felt like he was going to faint.

“Hey…, this might be too forward, and feel free to say no!— but,” since John’s decision to join the gym he had new found confidence in his day to day life , but talking to a girl way out of his league and trying to ask her for her number? Yeah, That would probably never be easy for him.

“can, can I get your number?” He manages to get out and you smile, nodding. “I honestly thought you’d never ask” his face was a deep red as he watched you scribble your number down on a card. “Oh god, thank god, I was nearly gonna shit my pants” you look up holding back a smile, he grimaces. “I didn’t— fuck, sorry— I always,” you giggle watching him fumble over his words, and he pauses watching you.

“Sorry, that, I didn’t mean to say that” you shake your head still laughing. “You’re really adorable” you hand him the card with your number on it. “Make sure to call after nine my dad is usually asleep by then” he nods. “Ok, right after nine got, I will definitely be calling you” he smiles brightly walking backwards towards the door. “Bye” you a wave him off giggling as he almost trips but continues to smile at you like nothing happened.

The phone rings once, then twice and you answer it before it can ring again. “Hello?” John’s voice rings from the phone, you smile wrapping the cord around your fingers. “John, hi” you hear him shift over the line and you do the same, sitting on the ground your back against your bed.

You talk for hours, the conversation flowing, as if you’d know everything about eachother all your lives. “You know, you’re like the first person I’ve spoken to that I actually feel understands me,” you tell him. John froze on his side. “What? But you were like popular,” you scoff, shaking your head. “Yeah, but those people didn’t actually like me for me, they just wanted to use me to gain something, I hated them,” John frowns, tugging the phone close to his ear. “I feel the same about you, Ted gets me but he’s, it’s different he’s not—“

“Human?” You finish for him, he laughs softly. “Yeah, but I don’t think I would’ve survived the last two years of high school without him” you giggle. “I should’ve wised for one of my stuffed toys to come to life” you joke, John huffs a laugh. “Yeah, you still can you know, it’s never too late”

“Yeah, well I don’t think I’ll need to” you say softly.

more from me: ok this is so bad like as im actively writing this I fear I have no idea how to write John or Ted ummm but like stick with me please im just trying to get back into writer mode 😭🙏

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Me rn :/ But if Superman taught me anything; hope is one of the greatest things to have and once you lose that what do you have left?

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Six days late but let’s ignore that \(^.^)/

I’m genuinely so tired of just seeing smut every time I scroll through every ‘x reader’ tag (I have no problem with smut just wanna make that super duper clear please don’t come for me) so I’m being the change I wanna see :) (I have no actual prompts, I’m just trying to write as much angst as possible, so that being ‘said’ requests are welcome/encouraged! All characters I write for are on my masterlist)

And another thing I will try to make as many of these gn!reader and I’ll try to cut back on my usage of y/n! But it’s muscle memory at this point lol

gif & boarder by me + sorry the gif is so fast it’s my second time making one 😥 taglist

day 1 (not really): unrequited feelings w/ Clark Kent

day 2: ‘petty’ arguments w/ Clark Kent

day 3: song inspired: ‘Peter’ by Taylor swift w/ Clark Kent

day 4: hurt comfort w/ Peter Parker

day 5: song inspired: ‘things I wish you said’ by Sabrina carpenter w/ Clark Kent

day 6: infidelity w/ Patrick zweig

day 7: song inspired: ‘getaway car’ by Taylor swift w/ Clark Kent

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‘Day one’: unrequited feelings w/ Clark Kent

wc: 1.4k

Clark Kent x gn!reader

warnings: no use of y/n, no happy ending, honestly this probably not my best work but I’m trying to find my skills again (especially now that I’m jobless ^-^) sorry if they’re any typos I finished this half asleep, honestly a rough start to this; a week late and a somewhat rushed fic :)

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You watched Clark Kent like a hawk — okay that makes it sound really weird— You watched him a normal amount…maybe? Regardless, you felt like you knew almost everything about him, how he took his coffee— four sugars, two shots of vanilla hot, never iced— how he never took his glasses off, no matter what. And how he’s never — not even once — looked at you the way you looked at him.

That was until last Wednesday. You were finishing up your final draft on an article when you felt someone standing near your desk. You looked up, your fingers pausing their movements. “Clark” you breathed out, he gave you that infamous smile, your name slipping past his lips. “I had a question” You tilted your head. “Work related?” He shook his head. “Personal” you nodded. “Shoot” he licked his lips — one of his many nervous ticks — “when a guy brings you flowers, do you— uh.. do you like that?” Your eyes sparkled with hope. “I do” he smiled.

“Okay, great, and sorry, another quick one, what kind?” You almost fainted, was Clark Kent asking you what your favorite flower was because he wanted to bring you some? This was the best day of your life. “I adore yellow tulips” you reply giddy. He nodded, soaking up the information. “Thanks” he grinned, walking away. You watched him, the smile on your face stuck.

Clark Kent was bringing you flowers!

On Thursday morning you watched Clark, practically skip into the daily planet, a bouquet of yellow tulips in hand. You waited (impatiently) for the flowers, already imagining the moment — he would hand you the bouquet, his (perfect) smile on his face and he would confess his undying love for you and you would jump up and confess yours and you’d kiss until you couldn’t breathe — and then you felt the second the moment slipped from your fingers, he walked past your desk and straight towards Lois lane’s.

She smiled at him, taking them and he looked at her with so much love, and of course! how had you not seen it? You watched him, you knew him— and you hadn’t once seen the way he looked at her?

How had you been so blind?

Clark was walking towards you empty handed. “thank you for yesterday, I wasn’t sure what type of flower Lois would like, and you guys are so similar—“apparently not “— so I just thought whatever you liked she might and I was right, so thank you!” He sounded so grateful, and that might have been the worst part. He hadn’t realized how much he’d hurt you.

You nodded, not trusting your voice. Unsure if it would come out with anger or if you’d burst into tears. “I owe you” he chuckled, patting your shoulder before walking over to his desk.

You would rather be burned alive than have to watch Clark Kent love someone that wasn’t you.

Friday morning came and you regretted not calling in, now you’d have to sit across from Clark Kent and feel like an idiot all day. Why would he ever bring you flowers? “Hey” he smiled, walking up to your desk, a cup holder in his hands. “Black, two sugars” he said, placing the coffee cup down on your desk. “oh, thanks” you looked at the cup, not even wanting to touch it. “No problem, I owe you, remember?” He laughed, you mustered up a small chuckle. He walked away greeting Jimmy and then Lois. She got a coffee and kiss, and all you had was your self-pity and frustration, you peeled your eyes away from the scene.

Monday morning was the same, you watched as Lois and Clark horribly tried to hide their romance, your self pity had started to manifest as annoyance. You knew it wasn’t their fault you felt this way, but every time your brain replayed the events of Thursday morning in your mind, you felt the frustration. How could he be so unknowingly cruel?

“Hey” Clark greeted you like he always did. “Hi” you mumbled in response, fighting the urge to look at him. “Are you okay?” He asks, as he sits down in his chair, his height (even seated) allowed him to see over you his computer. “I’m fine” you stretch your neck up to give him a tight lipped smile. “Are you sure?” He tried again. You nodded. “I’m fine Clark, just stressed over my article” you weren’t exactly lying but you still felt bad about your coldness towards him. He nodded giving up.

“So, are you coming tonight?” Clark asked as you walked out of the daily planet. “Uh, maybe I dunno” you shrug. He blumped his shoulder against yours. “I really want you to come” you smiled, for a second you let yourself forget he didn’t mean it the way you wanted him to. “I guess” you sigh, he grinned. “Great, seven o’clock, don’t be late!” He shouted as you parted ways, you laughed rolling your eyes playfully.

Why hadn’t you said no?

You sat in the corner watching Clark and Lois dance together, he looked so happy, his usual beautiful smile looked even brighter as he watched her, you sighed, gulping down another beer. You decided you needed something stronger. And so you stood—slightly tipsy— and walked over to the bar. “Can I get three tequila shots?” you held up three fingers for the bartender, he nodded. A few seconds later he pushed the full shot glasses towards you. You hissed as you downed the first one, the sting strong. You finished the rest of them, quickly asking for two more, then three, by your tenth one he denied you shaking his head.

“You’ll thank me in the morning” he said, and you glared at him. “I’m paying for them” you slurred, he sighed. “It’s for your own good” he stood his ground. You continued to argue with him, your voice growing louder. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave” by now the whole bar had been watching, including your friends, Clark quickly made his way over, apologizing to the bartender. “I got her” he told him, he just rolled his eyes. He lead you out of the bar, his hand in the small of your back, the tipsiness from earlier gone, you were fully drunk. “Fucking asshole” you continued to mumble, Clark leant you against the building.

“Hey” he cupped your face, you wanted to cry. “What’s up with you? You’ve never gotten this drunk” you rolled your eyes pushing his hands away. “Like you care” he looked at you, a hurt expression on his face. “Of course I care” you avoided his eyes. “Right, just like you cared what my favorite flowers were” you sneered, he tilted his head confused. “What?” You sniffled. “Nothing, just forget it Clark, leave me alone, go back inside, be with Lois” he said your name, in that same stupidly soft tone of his. “What are you— Did I do something wrong?” You looked up at him, and in your drunken mind you convinced yourself that he was looking at you the way he looked at Lois, and You took the chance, leaping forward and kissing him. His eyes widened as he pushed you away, shaking his head. “I’m sorry” he croaked out. “I don’t see you that way” you looked up at him, your hands covering your mouth,

What had you done?

“I’m really sorry” he looked at you so sincerely, you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks. He continued to spew out apologies but they fell silent on your ears. “Stop” you choke out. “Stop apologizing” you sniffled. “It’s not your fault, I’m sorry Clark, I— I shouldn’t have done that” you wiped at your eyes harshly. “Fuck, I’m sorry” you sobbed.

He wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry” he mumbled against your hair. You pushed him away, shaking your head. “Don’t—“ you tried to compose yourself. “I’m going to go home, and we’re going to forget this ever happened” you concluded sniffling. He watched you with so much sadness in his eyes. “I’m sorry” you let out a teary laugh. “Stop apologizing Clark, it’s not your fault” he wiped his cheeks. “I still feel bad”

“Don’t, I’ll be okay” you reassured.

“I never meant to hurt you” he sniffled. “I know” you smiled sadly. “I wish I could—“ you stopped him before he could finish. “It’s fine Clark, really, I understand” he bent down and kissed your salty cheek. “I’m sorry” he said once more, before walking back into the bar.

And you watched him, like you always did.

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‘Day 5’: song inspired: things I wish you said by Sabrina carpenter w/ Clark Kent

WC: 2.5k

Clark Kent x gn! Reader

ughhh late post bc im slightly tipsy, just a little 🤏 ^_^

warnings: angst, open ending ig…. Idk what else to say bc my brain is so sloshy

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“Wait, watch, you have to watch this part” Clark laughed, pulling back down onto the couch. You groaned playfully but stayed still, watching the screen. “I don’t get it” you admit, you felt him shift, the scene paused. “What do you mean?” You shrug, turning to look at him. “I don’t get the appeal, I mean what’s so interesting about it?” He looked at you offended, his mouth opening and closing.

“Baby, what?!” You struggled to hide you smile. “I dunno, I just don’t find it interesting” he shook his head standing. “It’s Star Trek! How is—“ he sat back down his head in his hands. “I’ll still watch it with you Clark, I just don’t really like it” you said leaning your head down on his hunched back. “Clark?” You mumble, he hummed in response slowly sitting back up. “Are you okay?” He nodded. “Yeah, i just— it kinda sucks, I was hoping it could be our thing” you smiled, brushing his curls back. “It still can, it’ll just be… more your thing than mine” he chuckled, turning to face you. He grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips to leave a chaste kiss.

“I love you” he whispered, you giggled. No matter how many times he said those three words to you, it still left you feeling giddy. “I love you more” he groaned, pulling you into his lap. “Not plausible” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Mm,I love when you bring out those big journalist words” you tease softly leaning down to peck his lips. Before you could pull away he reeled you back in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

When you pulled away, you watched him with a lovesick smile, his cheeks were a light shade of red ,his hands resting on your hip. “You’re it for me” he murmured. You smack his chest playfully. “Stop being so cheesy” he rolled his eyes laughing. “I can’t help it, you make me melt” you groaned, pressing your palms against his face to shut him up, he let out a hearty laugh. “Oh! C’mon! I thought you liked me cheesy” his voice muffled by your palms. You slowly dropped your hands. “Sadly” you sighed. He gasped, looking at you with a mock offensive. “Really?” You nodded, the smile on your face hadn’t moved once. He smirked, pushing you back onto the couch, moving to hover over you. “Gosh,” he breathed out. “I really do love you” you smiled brightly pulling him down into a kiss, your hands tangling in his hair.

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“Hey” Lois waved her hand in front of your face, you slowly came back. “Sorry,” you mumbled rubbing your eyes. “Stop looking at him, you’re only hurting yourself more” you nodded. “I know, it’s just— how— how is he so normal about everything?” Lois shrugged, she wasn’t sure what to say. “I overheard Cat telling Jimmy he went on date, it’s been a month and he’s already dating” you laughed bitterly, Lois frowned her hand squeezing yours. “What even happened?” You shrugged. “I don’t know, he just said it wasn’t working, that it was him not me, like what a fucking cliche” you scoffed, remembering the moment everything came crashing down.

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“What’s wrong?” You asked, your tone soft as you sat down next to Clark on your shared bed. He continued to stare down at the floor, fidgeting with his hands. “Clark?” You grasped his chin between your pointer and thumb, turning his head to face you, his eyes were rimmed red, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry” he cried, you tilted your head confused, your heart clenched and your gut pulsing with anxiety. “What’s wrong?” You wiped his tears away with your thumb. “I’m sorry” he repeated. “Clark, why are you apologizing, what’s going on?” Your nerves only grew. “I don’t want you to hate me” he whispered, you looked at him stunned, cupping his face gently. “I could never hate you” you reassured him, he pulled away, turning away from you. “We need— it’s over” he croaked out.

Your hands fell down into your lap. “What is?” You questioned but you knew what he meant, you just hoped that it wasn’t. He sniffled, wiping his eyes. “Us” your ears began to ring. You watched as his lips moved, but you didn’t hear a thing he said. He reached for you, your name falling from his lips as you came back. You stood abruptly. “Why— what— I don’t understand” he looked up at you. “It’s— I just I can’t— it’s not you, it’s me” you looked at him bewildered. “Oh, fuck that, don’t— don’t try to hide behind that” he shook his head standing. “I’m— I’m not hiding behind anything okay? It’s the truth— I just— I can’t being in a relationship right now—“ you threw your hands up frustrated. “It’s been two years Clark! Two! We live together— you— you couldn’t have realized this sooner? Before I let you become the person I build my life around— th-the person I build a life with?” You cracked, he looked down ashamed.

“I’m sorry—”

“Just— just leave”

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“Maybe he got scared” Lois offered up gently. “It’s fine” you shook your head. “It doesn't matter, if he’s moving, then so can I” you decided, Lois grinned patting your back. “That’s the spirit”

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“How’d the date go?” Jimmy asked Clark, slapping his shoulder playfully. “What date?” Jimmy smirked, rolling his eyes. “Don’t play coy” Clark still, confused, stopped his typing and turned in his chair to look up at Jimmy.

Jimmy sighed leaning closer to explain. “Cat told me that Steve told her, he overheard you say you had a date” Clark raised his eyebrows. “Cat said Steve said that?” Jimmy nodded. “Jimmy” Clark said dumbfounded. “Right, I forgot,” Jimmy laughed. “He probably overheard my conversation with ma and pa, they were asking about—“ he paused suddenly. If Cat told Jimmy then she must’ve told you— he looked over towards your desk, you were talking to Lois. Okay maybe he could fix it before the rumor got to you, he thought calming himself, he looked back at Jimmy.

“What were they asking about?”

“Who?” Jimmy made a face. “Your ‘ma’ and ‘pa’” he clarified, adding Clark’s ‘barely there’ accent to the words. “Just about — and I” Jimmy nodded. “Right” Jimmy leaned against Clark’s desk. “What even happened there?” Clark leaned back in his chair with an exhale. “You know,” he shrugged.

This was your first, first date in two years, and you had never felt more anxious.

As you stepped out of the cab and made your way into the fancy restaurant you realized two things. One Clark wouldn’t be sitting there waiting for you and two, you were going to have to start over, you weren’t about to just know everything about this person, and vice versa, this was terrifying.

“Hi” he greeted with a smile standing to pull out your chair. “Hi” you greeted back, he had a nice smile, but he didn’t have dimples. Stop it, you reprimand yourself. “Have you been here before?” You shook your head. “No, sadly” he nodded. “So… you’re a journalist?” He tried, he really did, and it wasn’t him, he seemed great, he wanted to know you, you could tell, but you couldn’t sit there and get his hopes up without feeling like the worst person ever. “God, I’m sorry, I can’t— I can’t do this—“ you confess standing, he looked confused standing with you.

“Why? Did I do something” you shook your head. “No, god you seem incredible, I mean—“ you looked around the restaurant. “—I just— I just— got out of a relationship… and I’m realizing that I’m not ready for this, and it doesn’t feel right dragging you down with me— I’m… im really sorry, Paul” even as you let him down he looked understanding. “It’s okay, it’s a good thing we didn’t order right?” He joked, that pulled a smile from you. “I’ll Venmo you for the wine—“ he held his hand up. “No need, I got it covered” you hesitate before agreeing. “I’m really sorry” he only smiled. “And, when you are ready, and if you don’t get back together with your ex, you have my number”

You yanked your heels off as soon as you entered your apartment, digging for your phone in your purse to call Lois. “Hey! How’d it go?” Her voice rang through. “I couldn’t do it..” you sniffled, Lois sat up on her end.

“What happened?” She fretted. “I don’t know, I mean he did everything right, and I just— I couldn’t stop comparing him to Clark” you cried. “It’s not your fault, it was just too early” she reassured, you nodded. “Yeah, its— what if… what if he was it for me Lois? What if I’ll never love someone the way I love him?” “Don’t say that” Lois warned. “It’s not true” she continued. “It’s just going to take time” you hiccuped wiping your eyes.

“I miss him” you confess, Lois sighed. “I know you do, but you’re going to be okay, I promise” she sounded so sure, and for a second you let yourself believe her before you felt your mind reel you back, you would always love Clark Kent, and eventually you would have to watch him love someone else. His voice rang through your head, his words, his promises, ‘you’re it for me’ you felt anger run through you, and slowly you realized this was phase two of grief, because that’s what it was, you were grieving a love loss.

“Hey, you still there?” Lois’s voice rang through your phone. “Sorry, I just— you’re right” you agreed. You stayed on the phone with Lois for another hour or two, before bidding goodnight.

The one day you decide to walk to work it decides to rain, you tried hailing a taxi, but with no use you decided to just power through, you would be a soaping mess but at least you weren’t going to be late, (or so you thought). “Watch out!” A voice shouted, you turned to look but felt yourself be carried away, one second you’re standing in front of a hot dog cart the next your under a shade, Superman holding you up.

“What are you doing? It’s raining you shouldn’t be walking” his tone was scolding. You were frozen, (and not just from the rain) “I’m— I’m sorry Superman— I didn’t— sorry” your teeth chattered as you stumbled over your words, Superman was holding you, Superman saved you. You had never seen him so close, only in the pictures Clark would use in his articles and the ones that would appear on the news. You hadn’t seen the similarities between the two until now, Clark was maybe an inch shorter, but he was always hunched over, and his eyes,the voice…it was unmistakable, “Clark?” You mumble, Superman’s (?) face faltered. “What— who—ar— I don’t know who—” He stammered , his cheeks (already red from the cold rain) deepened in color, and that sold it for you. “I know it’s you Clark” you deadpanned still shiver from the rain.

“It makes sense, I- I mean I just accepted that maybe you did have crappy time management but— now it makes sense— and why you always just disappeared throughout the day—“ you rambled, he didn’t know how to cut you off, he needed to be helping the justice gang(?) but also didn’t want to leave you alone, especially now that you figured it out. “I promise— we’ll talk later, I just— I need to help my friends and I need to get you home—“ “I was on my way to work” you cut him off. He shook his head. “Not like this, I’m taking you home I don’t want you getting sick” before you could protest he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you with him and before you knew it, you were flying. Oh God, this was too much to take in.

The rain was still cold against your skin, but having Clark’s arms around you, your face pressed against his chest as he flew you back home, kept you warm.

Clark led you inside your apartment, he made a beeline for the hallway cabinet, hoping all the towels were still there. He quickly wrapped the towel around. “Get warm, I’ll be back— I promise” you could only nod, still in shock. You boy— ex-boyfriend was Superman. And then it really hit you as you sat on the couch shivering, your ex-boyfriend was Superman, And he didn’t bother telling you once in the two years of your relationship?

An hour later or so (you weren’t exactly sure) Clark, still in his Superman attire, knocked on your apartment door. “Oh you came back” was the first thing that left your lips. “I promised I would” you hummed letting him in. “Yeah, well your track record isn’t the greatest” you shot, he nodded. “I deserve that” he ran a hand through his slick backed hair. “We should talk” you lead him to the couch, sitting down. “I don’t—“ he hesitated. A simple ‘I’m sorry’ was what he settled for. “I just don’t get it, we were together for two years, and you never once thought to tell me?” He listened to you intently, his hand rubbing the couches fabric nervously. “I know, I— I swear I planned on telling you— that night we broke up..” he paused, making sure you were looking at him. “I was going to tell you, I swear, but— but then the fear crept into my mind— what if they figured out Superman was Clark Kent? And what if they came after you to get to me…and-and, I couldn’t lose you— not like that” his voice cracked, you began to tear up, watching him break in front of you, all over again. “You could’ve just told me Clark… you should’ve told me, I would’ve been there for you—“ you sniffle, he nodded. “I know— I’m an idiot,” he said with a teary chuckle. The tension slowly eased, silence taking hold.

“I heard about your date” you broke it first, he looked at you surprised. “What dat— oh, no, that was just Steve starting a stupid rumor, I promise, I— I swear,” he took hold of your hand. “The thought of ever— ever loving someone other than you… it makes me want to vomit— I, I only want you” your lips quivered. “I went— I went on a date” you admit. You felt him tense but he didn’t let go. “Oh?” He sniffled, “how did that go?” You licked your lips. “He was nice but I told him about you— us, and how I wasn’t ready”

“I only went because I thought you were moving on” Clark had no idea how he could feel even worse but somehow he did. “I’m so sorry, baby” he used his free hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into him. “I wanna say it’s okay, so badly—“ he shushed you softly. “I know… I’m sorry— I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me” he whispered, you let out a shake breath. “I need— I think I need time to— process everything Clark—“ he nodded, his thumb now caressing your cheek. “Okay, I— I understand” you sniffled, wiping your nose with your wrist. “Just give me some time, please?” He smiled lovingly at you. “Of course” he pulled you in kissing your forehead. “I’d wait a lifetime for you”

taglist: @cokewithcameron

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peter parker x mentally ill reader where peter and the reader are bffs and inlove (quietly and secretly) but the reader struggles alot with her mental health and one night hes out patrolling late and he passes by her window and sees her in her room AWAKE but bedrotting and he comforts her plsss :,) #hurtcomfortlover

‘Day 4’: hurt comfort w/ Peter Parker

WC: 1k

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Hi anon thank you so much for the request. I hope this is what you had in mind, if not I’m so sorry 😵‍💫

warnings: hurt comfort, over thinker!reader, peter and reader are both in college but at different universities, anon didn’t specify which Peter Parker but I wrote with mcu!peter in mind.

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She clicked Peters’s contact again, her phone rang twice before his voicemail played, she threw her phone down on her bed, the tears she held back falling. It had been a week and they still hadn’t spoken, between classes and his Spider-Man duties keeping their friendship intact was getting harder by the second. At least for her, Peter hadn’t thought much of it, he understood that even though life got in the way, they’d always be friends, best friends, but in her mind, everything was crashing down on her, finals were nearing and she hadn’t studied as hard as she should’ve, she had two essays due by Friday and it was already Wednesday and now Peter wasn’t answering her calls, this was it, she thought, he made cooler, smarter friends at his cooler and better college and he was forgetting all about her! He probably met a pretty girl too, probably already had a girlfriend, and that thought hurt her more.

She gave up, picking her phone back up and throwing herself on her bed, she opened instagram, and scrolled.

Endless photos of her ‘friends’ from high school flooded her feed, they were all happy and smiling in the pictures and videos, partying and making memories and all she was doing was rotting away. She threw her phone again, regretting it the second it the hardwood floor, the crack of the screen loud as day. “Fuck” she cried. Pulling the covers over her head, sobbing into them. She hated this, she hated feeling this way, maybe if she wasn’t so shy, maybe if she were more confident and willing to try things, maybe people would actually like her, maybe she’d have more than one friend to have to rely on, maybe that’s why he wasn’t answering, maybe he was tired of her depending on him, maybe this was his way of slowing letting her go. Her only sobs only grew with her thoughts.

‘TAP TAP’

she sniffled, sitting up the covers cascading off her head, she looked over at her window, squinting to focus her blurry vision. She gasped softly, Peter. He was still in his suit. He waved at her when he realized she saw him, she couldn’t see his smile under the mask but it was there, he pointed down at the lock, making a pushing motion with his hands. She slipped out of bed, trying to wipe away any evidence of tears, but he would still notice. “Hey, sorry I didn’t answer, patrol night” he apologized the second he climbed inside. “It’s okay” she said, her voice raspy from her sobs. He tugged off his mask, his eyebrows knitted in concern. “What’s wrong?” She shook her head, sitting down on her bed. “Nothing” he sat down next to her, not bothering to remove the rest of his suit. “You’ve been crying” he stated. “You can tell me anything, you know that” he added, after a beat.

“It’s getting bad again, Pete” she cried, he immediately pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly. “Hey, it’s okay, let it out” he whispered, kissing her hair as her body shook with sobs. “I’m right here” he reassured, brushing her hair back from her tear soaked face, as his lips brushed her forehead. When he heard her sobs turn to hiccups and her breathing returned to normal he slowly pulled back to get a better look at her. “What’s going on in your head, pretty girl?” He asked, his hand that rested on her back moving to rest in her leg, she slowly sat up wiping at her eyes. “I feel— I feel like everything is crumbling around me” she started, he nodded listening, his hand squeezing her leg. “I’m… I’m trying to hold on to something— anything and it just slips from my hands” she choked out. “I feel like I’m losing you” he straightened out at that, his hands moving to cup her face. “Hey, you’re not losing me, I’m right here” he made her face him, his eyes staring into hers, she brought her hands up to hold his wrists. “I’m right here” he repeated, she sniffled, closing her eyes. “But wha—” he shook his head, cutting her off. “No buts, no matter what, I’m sticking by your side, I’ll web myself to you right now if I have to prove it,” that got a teary laugh out of her, he smiled, his thumb wiping away any stray tears that fell. “I’d be an idiot to let something as precious as you go” he added with a grin, she felt herself flush trying to hide the smile on her face, “shut up” he laughed softly. “I’m serious, you’re the best thing in my life” the air suddenly shifted. “Pete—” her grip tightened around his wrists, he sighed, his thumb caressing her cheek once again. “Let’s, uh— we should probably fix ourselves up, yeah?” He dropped his hands, standing from her bed, she nodded pointing towards the restroom. “Your extra clothes are in the restroom cabinet” he rushed out a thanks and slipped into the bathroom.

She looked at herself in her vanity mirror, her eyes were starting to puff up and they were an almost violent red, ‘how embarrassing’ she thought to herself, Peter came out of the bathroom in an old midtown high hoodie and black sweats, he threw his now folded up suit into the closed hamper near her closet. She walked past him, not bothering to close the door as she splashed her face with cold water. “So, do you uh, wanna watch a movie or something?” He asked as he got comfortable on her bed, she patted her face dry with a towel, a muffled ‘sure’ left her mouth.

He reached for her tv remote on her bedside dresser. “How does 13 going in 30 sound?” She crawled onto the bed, sitting next to him. “That’s fine, I’ll probably knock out half way though” she joked, he chuckled while pressing play. “When do you not?” She feigned offensive slapping his chest playfully, his laughter only grew. “It’s not my fault you’re so comfortable to fall asleep on” she said leaning her head on his shoulder.

Thirty minutes into the movie, he heard her soft snores. He quietly laughed, looking down at her, her arms wrapped around his, her face smushed into his shoulder, a bit of drool seeped out of her mouth and he still thought she was the most gorgeous girl in the world. He carefully leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I love you” he whispered.

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‘Day 2’: ‘petty’ argument w/ Clark Kent

WC: 585

Clark Kent x gn!reader

Warnings: not edited (if theres typos oh well) this is so dumb, nothing angsty about it it’s fluff I’m a fraud!!!!! I’m sorry I needed to write something silly too much sad (never enough) would this even be classified as a hurt comfort? (No, probably not) in all honesty I didn’t know how to start this but my day 3 is complete hurt no comfort 😊

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“What are you looking at?” You questioned Clark, turning your head to see what he might have.

“Huh?” He hummed. “Were you checking that girl out?” You accuse. “What?!” Clark coughs, shaking his head. “No—no I wasn’t even— I’m not even looking at anyone!” He defended, you glared at him. “That what they all say” you muttered, he gulped nervously.

For the rest of your date Clark kept his eyes on you, and you kept yours on him, except you continued to glare at him. “I really wasn’t looking at anyone” he reassured you nervously, you stayed silent, your piercing gaze terrifyingly mesmerizing. “I swear,” he continued. “I’m done,” you finally said.

“What?!” He panicked, you quirked an eyebrow, “with my drink, let’s go” he made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth nodding. He reached for your hand once you both stood, but you pulled away walking ahead of him.

He whined your name out. “Stop being mean, I didn’t even do anything!” He ‘tried’ to keep up with your quick steps (which wasn’t hard, no matter how fast you walked his long legs kept up)

“Fine!” he huffed. “I’ll just go ask for her number, since my current partner doesn’t want to speak to me, maybe I’ll even ask if she wants to join my secret harem” he taunted, was it stupid of him? Of course, but he just wanted you to look at him and you did. “I knew you were looking at her!” He groaned. “No, I wasn’t! I was daydreaming it’s not my fault I happened to be looking that way!” You knew he wasn’t lying but for ‘some reason’ you kept going.

“Whatever, you should go ask her, since I’m so boring” he made a face, a mixture of confusion, shock and all around annoyance. “What! When— when did I say that?!”

“You just said you were daydreaming, it’s obviously because I’m boring you, so sorry!” He smacked his face with his palm. “I— don’t put words into my mouth, I’m a daydreamer you know that!”

“Whatever” You huffed, crossing your arms. He sighed,tugging you closer by your shirt. “What’s going on?” You shook your head. “Why are you being like this, huh? Is it something else, it can’t be over something this silly” he looked down at you, you shrugged. “Is it something I did?” He tried, you shook your head, he nodded. “Did something happen?” You muttered a no and he exhaled. “Can I get a guess?” You pursed your lips in thought.

“You can’t laugh” you gave in. “I would never” you eyed him. “Okay, I would, but I promise, I won’t” you uncrossed your arms. “Theothernightihada dreamthatyoucheatedonmewithablondegirlandwhenIsawthegirlyouwere‘unknowingly’lookingatwas blondeIpanicked” you spit out quickly, Clarks lips twitched with a smile as he processed what you said. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!” He raised his hands defensively. “I’m not!” you pouted. “You’re smiling” he rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m sorry, dream me cheated, I wish you told me, I would’ve snuck into your dream and beat him up” you broke out into a smile, he stepped closer. “If it happens again, let me know, he’s not getting away with it again” he whispered, you giggled. “There you are”

“I’m sorry” he shook his head. “It’s okay, I probably would’ve acted worse if dream you cheated on me” he joked, you chuckled.”

“Now let’s go home before more people start to look at us like we’re crazy” he scrunched his nose, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

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