#superman x reader

[teaw1spp]

lowkey would write a fanfic based on “The Zombie Song” by Stephanie Mabey about Clark kent

[anon-188]

summer request fest 2026 ⛱️☀️

summer request fest is here again!! this year’s vibe is very much tiki drinks, summer nights, salty air, and bad decisions by the water.🍹🌺 open: now — august 1st. 

for this event, requests are open for anything and anyone on my blog — this includes my main roster, honorable mentions, AUs, and reader characters. if it exists somewhere in my little corner of the internet, it’s fair game. if there’s a character/au you don’t see listed, you’re still welcome to ask and i’ll let you know if i can make it happen!

requests can be sent through the ask box or dms, whichever works best. when requesting, feel free to be as specific as you'd like! all i ask is that you let me know if you have a particular version of a character in mind (ex: tom holland's spider-man/andrew garfield's spider-man).

lastly, my general rules still apply, but aside from that… consider this your open tab <3

anything related to this event can be found under:

#⊹ꕤ rain’s summer request fest ꕤ⊹

notes: the overall theme this year is a little more beach bar / tiki bar inspired just because that’s the mood i’m in, but your requests absolutely do not need to be beachy or summer-themed, though i definitely encourage it! please let me know if you have any questions! 🤍 all tag lists are open!

[danitecx]

Tomorrow it's time for a new fic, and I know I've already bombarded you with a lot of fluff. I wanted to post another romance story, but I have an angst story in my drafts. Take a look so you can decide which one to publish tomorrow.

Romance, please!!!

Give us something that will break our hearts

I want some smut ¿?

Remaining time: 1 day 17 hours

[starlightinthesunshine]

Jealousy

Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work at a bookstore Clark loves to visit, and you think you have a chance at finally getting a date with him, but he starts acting strange after a new guy starts working there...

Warnings/Tags: jealous Clark, bookstore worker reader, confident reader, fluff

WC: 1.8k

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The door chimes jingled, and you turned from where you were placing new books on a shelf to see Clark Kent, the journalist from down the street, pushed into your bookstore.

His suit jacket was wrinkled, his hair was mussed and messy, and his white button up had come untucked, but he still looked so cute. You wished you could fix his clothes for him. Instead, you put your books down and rested your hands on your hips.

"Well, look who it is," you said, smiling brightly. "Here for another book already?"

He laughed, embarrassed. "I know, I know."

You shook your head. "Hey, I'll never complain. Just surprised you finished the last one so quickly. What was, that, three days?"

"Just about, yeah." He scratched the back of his neck. "Loved it, though. Do you have the sequel?"

You couldn't keep the smile off your face as you watched the blush creep up his cheeks. "I believe so, let me double check for you."

You skirted around the side of one of the bookshelves and started scanning titles, searching for the book you'd recommended to Clark a few days prior.

"Lots of business today?" he asked, browsing one of the display shelves.

"Not really," you sighed. "I think the rain earlier scared people off."

"Ah, that's unfortunate." He paused and looked over at you, opening his mouth, then closing it again.

You pretended not to notice. "You said you were looking for the sequel, right?"

He hummed in agreement. "That's right. And the third, if you have it too." He took a few steps closer, then opened his mouth again, shuffling in place.

You glanced up at him. "You alright, Clark?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "Huh? Oh, yeah, no, I'm great, I was just wondering, um, if you had any book releases you were looking forward to."

There was something about his voice, the way he spoke, that felt... off. He was always a little awkward, but this felt different somehow. You peeked over at him to see his eyes absently scanning books, looking at them but not really seeing. He looked over at you expectantly.

You shrugged. "A few. There's a new one by my favourite mystery author coming out next month. It's the last in a trilogy. Ooh, it's exciting too, because the series actually got picked up for a movie adaptation!"

"Oh that's neat. What's the series call--"

"Hey, where did you say the spare books were for that new romantasy dragon thing that just came out?" a voice called out, cutting Clark off mid sentence.

A young man's head popped out from the back and Clark froze in place. He blinked once. Twice.

You turned to the newcomer. "Over by the desk, there should be a box with all the new shipments."

The young man clicked his tongue and winked at you. "Thanks, love."

He disappeared back around the door frame, and Clark's eyes snapped to you. "Who's that?" he asked cautiously.

"That's Justin, he's a new hire. He started, what, two days ago?"

"Ah."

You continued scanning the shelves for the book, but something felt wrong. It was so quiet. You turned and saw Clark staring at the door Justin was at, expression blank, yet full of something you couldn't quite describe. "You good, Clark?"

He blinked. "Huh? Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm alright. What were you saying?"

"I wasn't saying anything, you just... went quiet."

He chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry about that, I got, uh, distracted."

You hummed, then crouched down to check the bottom shelf. "What caught your eye?"

"N-nothing really. Just... I've never heard anyone call you that before."

You frowned and looked up at him. "Call me what?"

He gestured at the door. "Your new guy. He called you, um..." He rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. "Nevermind, it's nothing."

Something was very wrong, and you paused your search, rising to your feet. When you examined Clark more closely, you could see that he refused to meet your gaze, instead choosing to become enraptured in a display from a new romance release.

"Clark, what's going on with you?"

Before he could answer, Justin popped his head back out. "Hey, how many books do we take out for a display again?"

You scrunched your face in displeasure. "We went over that this morning, dude. It depends on the display, you just have to, I don't know, fill it."

He nodded. "Ah, ok. Hey, what are you doing this Saturday?"

At that, Clark's head pops up.

"This Saturday?" you repeated. "Uh..."

"We're actually already busy on Saturday," Clark blurted out, stepping closer to you.

Justin's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Oh, really? What are you up to?"

"We're going to the aquarium," Clark continued, the words just falling out of his mouth. "There's a new exhibit they're opening and we're going to check it out."

You stared at him, eyes wide. What on Earth was he talking about? The aquarium? Since when were you going to the aquarium?

"Huh. Well, have fun on your date. I'm gonna... start cataloguing those new arrivals, I guess," Justin said, shrugging and disappearing behind the door once more.

The shop felt especially quiet in his absence, an odd tension in the air. For a moment, neither of you said anything. You didn't even move.

And then you turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "So... want to explain what all that was about?"

He groaned and hid his face behind one of his hands. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to--Gosh, I don't know what's wrong with me right now. I'm sorry."

"You've been acting weird today, is everything alright? Can I help you with anything besides a new book?" You stepped closer to him, close enough that you could count his lashes. "Clark, look at me."

He did.

You smiled softly. "What's wrong?"

He closed his eyes and turned his head down to the ground. "I... I can't say I'm a fan of your new co-worker," he said carefully, like he was afraid he would say too much.

"Justin? Why?"

"He just... You met him, what, two days ago and he's already acting so familiar with you. It's unprofessional." He opened his mouth to keep going, but saw the way your eyebrows were both raised now and stopped, letting out a sigh. "I-I don't like the way he talks to you. Calls you names."

You snorted. "He doesn't call me names, Clark. He calls everyone love. Hell, he'd call you love if you didn't look like you wanted nothing to do with him."

A deep flush was starting to creep up his neck, his cheeks reddening as he stared at the ground. "He was going to ask you out," he mumbled, shuffling from side to side.

A jolt of shock rolled up your spine, and you stared at him in disbelief. Was he... jealous?

"Clark Kent, are you jealous because you thought Justin was asking me out?" you asked, eyes wide as saucers.

He sucked in a deep breath, then met your gaze. "And what if I am?"

You couldn't hold it in as laughter bubbled up from deep inside your core, bursting out at the seams in a loud giggle.

"And now you're laughing at me. Alright, I'm going to head home," he said, turning on his heels and starting for the door.

You quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "No!" you yelped, schooling your features into a very serious expression. "Don't go, I wasn't done."

He hit you with a 'seriously' look but stopped pushing towards the door.

"He wasn't asking me out," you started. "I think he was going to ask if I could cover his shift. Saturday is his anniversary with his wife."

You watched as the loading screen in his brain got stuck on the rotating circle, short-circuiting.

"Wife?" he managed to say.

You nodded. "Yeah. Wife. He got married like, three years ago, Clark. He won't shut up about her. Here, check this out." You turned around and called out, "Justin, can you come here a second?"

You both stared at the door and waited for a moment before Justin peeked out.

"Yeah, what's up?" he asked.

"Does Melanie have a favourite book?" you asked, and in an instant, Justin's face lit up.

"Does she ever. She's been obsessed with this one sci-fi book recently. That one about the guy who goes to space, but his ship dies halfway through transit to the other planet, so he and the crew have to like, make it to another moon before they run out of oxygen. You heard of that one? She says it's the best book she's ever read. I think she's bought it as a gift for like, four of her friends at this point. She--"

You cut him off before he can keep going. "Awesome, thanks Justin!"

He nodded. "No problem, darlin'."

You turned back to Clark and crossed your arms. "See?"

Clark buried his face in his hands. "I am such an idiot," you heard him say, his voice muffled through his fingers.

You chuckled and pulled his fingers away from his face. "Not an idiot, but you should remember to maybe ask some questions before jumping to conclusions. You're a journalist, aren't you? Isn't that your whole thing?"

He let out a little laugh, eyes locked on where your hands were connected. "Yeah, I guess so."

You let go and started back on your mission to locate this book for him. "It's a shame he'll have to find someone else to cover his shift, though."

"Why? You're not going to?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

You looked at him in surprise. "I can't. I have a date."

His eyes widened. "You what?"

"A date."

"With who?" he exclaimed, panic lacing his voice.

A smile broke out across your face as you closed the distance between the two of you. "Well, unless that wasn't actually an offer to take me to the aquarium, I kind of thought you."

It looked like lightning struck him the way he froze in place. His fingers twitched. "You... really?"

"Were you just saying that to scare off Justin?"

"No!" he cried out, then pulled back. "No, of course not. Never."

"Then, yeah." You looked up into his piercing blue eyes, feeling heat enter your own cheeks. "I uh... I'd been hoping you'd ask."

His eyes softened as they took you in. "I've been wanting to for weeks," he confessed. "I'm not... good at all this."

You chuckled. "That's okay. We can learn together."

As he grinned at you like he'd just won the lottery, you could have sworn you'd never seen something so beautiful.

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[oldesigns]

u + me = <3

clark kent x fem reader

summary: you thought the biggest challenge of your relationship with clark kent would be everything that came with him also being superman: him risking his life every day, the sudden disappearances, and the interrupted dates.

you were wrong.

it was taking care, with him, of a kryptonian teenager who would rather be anywhere else. and coming to terms with the possibility that maybe everyone who thought the two of you had no idea how to be the family she needed... might actually have been right.

word count: 4.1k moods/warnings: fluff, slight angst, established relationship. the images are just for vibes!! there are no physical descriptions of reader other than being shorter than clark. mentions of sex. reader has anosmia (doesn't really come up here, but it'll be important later if you want to read more ^ ^). reader has a lot of hobbies. reader lost her family in a house fire. no y/n. four was actually sooo fun to write. as always, english isn't my first language 😭 i really did try my best, but please let me know if you spot any grammar mistakes!! kara is around 16–17 years old in this. i'm planning to turn this into a series, so if you enjoy this dysfunctional little family, please please please let me know. i'd LOVE to keep writing them <3 a/n: i started writing again after a long time, so i was a little rusty. this whole idea came from the supergirl series and thirteen-year-old kara being totally ready to raise baby clark, only for adult clark to leave her with the danvers 😭 i just thought the dynamic between a teenage kara and clark trying to figure all of this out with a girlfriend would be really cute and funny anddd a little sad. hope u like it!!! <3

The apartment was completely empty.

The white walls still smelled of fresh paint, and every step echoed across the hardwood floors without a single piece of furniture to soften the sound.

Once the realtor finished showing you around, you wandered through the place together.

Clark was studying it with the kind of focus you'd expect from someone diffusing a bomb.

You were already deciding where the couch would go, which wall would be perfect for hanging paintings, and where your shoes would inevitably end up piling together.

It wasn't until you reached the hallway that you frowned.

"Babe."

Clark looked up from the kitchen.

"Yes, honey?"

"It has three bedrooms."

"Uh-huh."

"It's just the two of us."

"Yeah..." Your boyfriend didn't seem to understand what the problem was.

"So why do we need three bedrooms?"

"Because it can be your studio," he answered as if it were obvious, gesturing toward one of the empty rooms.

You raised an eyebrow.

"My studio?"

Clark nodded as he stepped into the empty room, taking in the walls, the window, and the late afternoon sunlight spilling across the floor, already picturing it as yours.

"You can put your pottery wheel here. Your easels and sewing machine would fit a lot better. We can keep all your yarn, your brushes... You wouldn't have to pack everything away every time people came over. You'd have more space. More privacy, hon." He said it so naturally that he didn't seem remotely aware of how enormous that gesture was.

To Clark, there had never been another option. It was simply logical.

Your silence made him turn around.

"Unless you don't want to... We can keep looking."

"No. It's perfect." You shook your head. "It's just... I've never had a studio before."

He smiled with that quiet tenderness that seemed woven into his very existence. After crossing the room, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Well... now you do."

In that moment, you knew you couldn't have chosen a better man to build a life with.

"What about the third bedroom?"

Clark pursed his lips, thinking.

"We'll figure something out."

Months later, you'd discover your boyfriend had always known you'd eventually claim the third bedroom too. Simply because there wasn't enough room in your studio for all your hobbies.

"Sweetheart."

You looked up from the sculpture you were restoring.

Clark was leaning against the doorway of the museum's conservation studio, wearing that smile reserved exclusively for you.

"Ready?"

He almost always picked you up after work. It didn't matter if it was raining, if you got out late, or if Perry White had just sent him across Metropolis to cover a story.

The only thing capable of stopping him was a criminal particularly determined to destroy the city.

Other than that... he always found his way back to you.

Sometimes you'd walk home together.

You loved wandering through the city together as the sun began to set, stopping for ice cream along the way or simply talking about nothing at all while your hands stayed intertwined.

But whenever you were too tired to walk, Clark would simply pick you up and fly you home.

Dating Superman definitely had its perks.

Like flying all the way to the museum just because he missed you... and discovering halfway through having sex in the employees' restroom that the walls were surprisingly sturdy.

Over the next few months, the apartment stopped feeling new.

The first thing anyone saw upon walking in was a photograph of the two of you kissing beneath the falling snow the day Clark asked you to be his girlfriend, just above the pressed flowers from the bouquet he'd given you that afternoon. Beside it was the first front page he'd ever made at the Daily Planet. Farther inside the apartment—framed just the same—was your name written across the sky in clouds by Clark.

A half-finished scarf rested over the back of the couch in the living room.

The bookshelves were crammed with novels, plays, and CDs that Clark insisted on organizing by author, while you kept rearranging them by color just to mess with him.

And perched on a shelf, a cactus was slowly dying because neither of you could ever remember to water it.

In many ways, the apartment had become a museum of your relationship.

One afternoon, Lois showed up with an urgent lead she needed Clark to look into.

You were knitting tiny hats for the Fortress robots. Clark was reading.

She watched the scene for a few seconds before saying that you acted like grandparents.

She took it back a week later after walking in on the two of you hurriedly pulling your clothes back on in a storage room at the Daily Planet.

You were heartbroken when Clark refused to ever have sex there again.

It had taken time to get there. To find that perfect balance between peace and chaos.

Getting used to Clark had never been the difficult part.

It was getting used to the man who disappeared halfway through dinner because a bridge had collapsed, who showed up late because someone needed saving, who sometimes came home bruised and battered.

And who, despite everything, always smiled the moment he saw you.

Little by little, Clark learned how to quiet your fears. And little by little, you learned to stop waiting for the worst every time he disappeared.

Because loving each other was easy.

Maybe you knew how to restore paintings that had survived for centuries. Maybe Clark knew exactly what words to write to expose an injustice.

You painted, knitted, made pottery, drew. He could lift buildings with his bare hands.

But loving each other...

That was the one thing that never seemed to take any effort.

It was perfect. Ridiculously perfect.

Then your phone vibrated against the worktable.

"We need to talk after work. Not over the phone."

"So... you're taking care of Clark's cousin now?"

The question breaks the silence that has settled over lunch with your friends for nearly a full minute.

The three of them have just heard your very condensed version of the past few weeks.

You simply take another sip of your coffee.

"Well, I'm not doing it alone. It's... Clark and me."

One of them frowns.

"Clark."

You nod.

"The same Clark you've only been living with for a year?"

"Yes."

"Your boyfriend—not your husband—who's always late 'cause he keeps having... 'emergencies'?"

You grimaced.

"Yeah..."

"And now you're raising a teenager?"

"We're not raising her."

They look at you like you've completely lost your mind.

"Girls..." You sigh. "I chose this. I'm an adult. I'm his partner. And... Kara didn't have anyone else."

That part, at least, is completely true.

You've been extremely careful about how much you tell them. After all, you can't exactly say: "She's an alien teenager whose planet exploded. Her cousin happens to be Superman, who also happens to be my boyfriend."

So you've simplified the story.

Kara is Clark's cousin. She lost her entire family. And now she lives with the two of you.

That's enough.

One of your friends sighs.

"So... how's that going?"

The question catches you off guard.

You think about your answer for a second before forcing a smile.

"Good."

The three of them fall silent again, exchanging a glance before turning back to you.

"Three days ago you texted us saying that girl hated you."

"She doesn't hate me..." You let out a small, embarrassed laugh, though you don't sound entirely convinced. "I was being dramatic. She's been through something horrible. She misses home. She misses her family. She doesn't know anyone here."

Your gaze drops to your coffee.

"I know what that's like."

They immediately understand what you mean, but you try to lighten the mood before any of them can reply.

"We're doing better."

Absolutely no one at that table believes you.

Especially not you.

Two weeks earlier, when Clark sent you that message, he apologized for scaring you, but he still arrived at the museum earlier than usual.

You were already waiting for him, your coat on and purse slung over your shoulder, as always.

The only thing that was different was the knot twisting in your stomach.

"We need to talk."

You'd been living together for a year, and the only recurring argument you'd ever had was about the obscene amount of salt you insisted on putting on almost everything you ate.

You had no idea what could possibly have led to this conversation.

And it terrified you.

Clark came walking toward you, a backpack slung over one shoulder, moving with that slightly awkward gait he always had whenever he was nervous. But he wasn't alone.

Walking beside him was a girl. A teenager.

You blinked several times, your gaze darting between the girl and your boyfriend—already wearing an apologetic look.

Before logic had a chance to intervene, your brain reached the most catastrophic conclusion imaginable.

That's his daughter.

Clark has a daughter.

Your boyfriend—the one you've been living with for a year—has a daughter he's somehow never mentioned.

The air left your lungs.

He noticed the exact moment the color drained from your face, immediately hurrying toward you with one hand half-raised.

"No," Clark said, already sounding dangerously close to panicking. "No, it's not that. It's not what you're thinking."

Without taking your eyes off him, you whispered, horrified. "You have a daughter?"

"No!" he hissed back.

The girl looked between the two of you with obvious confusion.

He took a deep breath. "She's... my cousin."

Suddenly, you remembered how to breathe.

A second later, your fist was already halfway to his chest before you remembered there was a teenager standing less than three feet away.

"That's what all the suspense was for?" you demanded. "Clark, I thought you were about to tell me she was your daughter! Or that you'd cheated on me! I didn't know your parents had siblings, but what's the problem?"

"Good gosh, no!" Now he looked completely horrified. "First of all, I would never cheat on you, and I definitely don't have any children." He paused to catch his breath. "And second...that's not what I meant."

"So what?"

Clark swallowed.

"Remember the ship I've been tracking?"

"The one you thought was Kryptonian." You nodded slowly, trying to piece everything together.

"Yeah... Kara was inside." He glanced at the girl. "We never imagined there'd be a teenager... or that she'd turn out to be my cousin. But... that's how it was."

You studied him for a few long seconds, saying nothing. Long enough to make your boyfriend visibly anxious.

"Okay..." Finally, you let out a slow breath. "I mean... wow, but... okay."

He nervously licked his lips before reaching for your purse, slipping it over his shoulder alongside the backpack.

"I'm sorry for showing up like this. I wanted to surprise you by telling you I'd found the ship, but... I was the one who ended up surprised." His voice grew quieter and he let out an incredulous laugh. "I couldn't leave her alone. And I didn't want to tell you something like this over the phone. She doesn't speak English. She's completely alone and..." His smile faded almost immediately. "She doesn't have anyone left."

"Hey..." You gently rubbed his arm, slowly shaking your head. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize. We'll figure it out."

Clark closed his eyes tightly for a moment.

"I don't want to force this on you. I don't want you to feel like you have to take on something this big when we haven't even talked about having kids." The words came tumbling out, as if he'd rehearsed that speech the entire drive over.

Kara looked back and forth between the two of you. She didn't need to understand English to realize her arrival had just turned both your lives upside down.

"You're not forcing me into anything." You took his hand, looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm your girlfriend. And one who has no intention of letting you go through this alone." It didn't matter that, on the inside, you were terrified.

Standing perfectly still, he finally released the breath he was holding ever since leaving the Fortress. Clark looked at you as though he still couldn't quite believe you'd actually said that.

Then he kissed your knuckles. And then your forehead.

"I'm so in love with you."

You couldn't help laughing.

He smiled too before turning toward the teenager.

"Kara."

You raised a hand in a shy little wave—with absolutely no idea whether that meant "hello" on Krypton or a formal declaration of war. So, you decided to trust the odds.

She answered with a smile so small, and so forced that something inside your chest tightened.

While his cousin wandered off to study one of the paintings in the hallway, you leaned closer to your boyfriend again. "Just one question."

"Yeah?"

"Are you absolutely sure you two are really 'the Last Son and Daughter of Krypton'?" You lowered your voice even further.

Clark already knew exactly where this was going the second you used that tone.

"I mean, another cousin isn't just gonna show up? Or a long-lost aunt? A secret wife? Five children scattered across the universe?" You pointed an accusing finger at him. "I'm not about to find out you have another life besides being Superman—like—a third life?"

Clark was genuinely concerned by your remarkable ability to imagine catastrophic scenarios, but, as always, it softened into a mixture of resignation and affection.

"I can assure you," he said at last, "I'm not married... I don't have any children... and I definitely don't have a third life."

You narrowed your eyes for a moment. He seemed to be telling the truth, so, slowly, you nodded.

"Okay." You took a deep breath. "Then let's go home."

Clark smiled softly before pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

The decision had already been made.

You were going to take care of Kara.

At first, you were far too hopeful.

On the way home, Clark explained everything Four—the robot from the Fortress of Solitude—had translated: Argo survived for years. Kara's mother had died slowly from radiation poisoning. Her father sent her to Earth when there was nothing left to save.

By the time you reached the apartment, the girl remained silent as her eyes wandered over the photographs on the walls, the framed paintings, the dried flowers you'd carefully preserved, the books lining the shelves.

The home you and Clark had spent the last year building together.

And you couldn't shake the feeling that all it did was remind her that hers no longer existed.

The room that was meant to be hers didn't help much either.

Only a few hours earlier, it had still been one of the places you disappeared to whenever inspiration hit.

There were paint stains on the walls, a few forgotten paintbrushes, balls of yarn scattered across the floor, scraps of fabric draped over a chair, and several half-finished craft projects waiting to be picked up again.

The moment your boyfriend stepped inside, he let out a sheepish little laugh.

"I forgot this was your little lab."

Looking around the room, suddenly you just wanted to crawl under the bed.

"We could give her my studio..."

"No. That's yours," Clark answered softly. "This'll be her room." He looked around the room for a moment before turning back to you and his cousin. "Just... not tonight."

You managed a faint smile.

"I'm so sorry." Even though the girl couldn't understand a word you were saying, you started gathering up balls of yarn, paintbrushes, jars of paint, and open sketchbooks. Clark crouched beside you almost immediately, after setting Kara's backpack down next to the bed.

Neither of you said another word.

That night, she went to bed fully dressed without eating a thing.

As you watched her for a few moments, your heart ached for everything she'd been through.

All those years you'd spent trying to rebuild yourself after the fire that destroyed your home had been leading to this. Because you knew what it was like to lose a home. You knew what it meant to start over.

And you were convinced that if anyone could understand Kara... it was you.

You thought that would be enough.

Clark closed the bedroom door with the same care someone would use when trying not to break something that's already broken.

He leaned against the hallway wall for a few seconds.

Then he looked at you. As if he wanted to ask one last time if you were really sure about this. As if he wanted to tell you it wasn't too late to change your mind.

And, at the very same time, beg you not to.

You rose onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"Hey..." You cupped his face for a moment. "We'll be fine." A soft smile appeared on your lips. "It's us." You paused. "We're two adults who love each other. We have good jobs. And we're perfectly capable of taking care of someone in our family."

For the first time since leaving the museum, Clark smiled.

A real smile.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Silence settled between you before he spoke again.

"I guess..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We're gonna have to start using the car more."

"Why?" A small frown tugged at your brow.

"'Cause we can't exactly fly everywhere anymore... or even walk everywhere if it's the three of us."

It took you a second to understand what he meant.

A normal couple with a teenager didn't fly across the city. A normal couple with a car... used the car.

You couldn't help smirking.

"Well, look at that."

Clark looked up.

"What?"

"You're already thinking like a..." You dropped your voice dramatically. "Father figure."

His smile faltered, and even in the dim hallway, you caught the faint blush creeping across his cheeks. He opened his mouth to protest.

"I'm not—" He stopped himself as you stepped closer and slipped your fingers into his.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Oh, yes, you are."

Clark let out a quiet laugh through his nose, shaking his head, still unable to understand why you believed in him so completely.

You watched him for a few seconds before repeating: "We'll be fine. It's not like we just opened a daycare."

"Yeah... about that..." He grimaced, lowering his voice. You raised an eyebrow. "There's a puppy..."

"You adopted a dog?"

"No." Clark shifted awkwardly. "Well... kinda, but not really." He sighed. "He came with Kara and... I didn't really feel like I was in a position to tell her we couldn't keep him."

You took a slow breath.

"So... we have a Kryptonian dog."

He nodded very, very slowly.

Immediately, your mind filled with memories of all the things he'd accidentally destroyed.

The headboard pierced clean through by his heat vision while he was making love to you. Coffee mugs crushed to dust between his fingers whenever Lex Luthor pushed him too far. The bent balcony railing after one too many fights, when he'd misjudged his own strength.

If a grown Kryptonian still had accidents... What would a Kryptonian puppy do?

Oh, God, what would a Kryptonian teenager do?

"And..." Clark cleared his throat and you looked at him expectantly. "I was thinking..." He hesitated for a second. "Maybe I could bring Four tomorrow. He could... translate until one of us learns the other's language."

A quiet nod was all the answer he needed.

You weren't entirely sold on the idea of living with either a robot or a Kryptonian puppy, but it didn't seem like there was much of an alternative.

You took a deep breath.

It was decided.

You were going to take care of Kara.

Her Kryptonian puppy, too.

And apparently, Clark's robot would also be joining the household.

Because you were two responsible adults.

Because you loved each other more than anything.

Because you wanted to do this right.

You could do it.

Your friends drive you home after spending half an hour very deliberately avoiding the subject of Kara.

The moment you open the apartment door, the first thing you hear is:

"Krypto! No! Drop it!"

You don't even have to look. It's exactly what's happened every single day for the past two weeks.

Still, you step inside and set your purse down on the kitchen island.

Clark is chasing Kara's puppy around the living room.

Krypto has a shoe clamped firmly between his teeth. Not just any shoe—one of Clark's.

"That's not a toy!"

Trying to get away, the puppy launches himself straight toward the ceiling.

He bounces off it, sending a fine cloud of dust drifting onto the rug, before landing right back on the floor and taking off again.

Your boyfriend is right behind him.

Four—somehow now your household's unofficial translator—watches the entire scene unfold.

"The domestic canine has committed theft."

"I noticed," Clark mutters.

"Bruh."

"I still don't know where you keep learning those words, Four." He actually stops chasing the puppy just to complain.

Kara is sitting on the couch with a book in her hands, looking thoroughly embarrassed as she watches her dog race around the apartment.

She's the first one to notice you.

"Hey," you say.

Clark looks up. His entire expression changes instantly.

"Hey!" he finally manages to rescue his shoe, ignoring Krypto's indignant barking and walking over to kiss your cheek. "How was your lunch?"

"Great."

A lie. But Clark smiles anyway.

You aren't sure whether it's because he believes you or because he needs to.

Then he turns toward Kara, asking if she'd like anything in particular for dinner now that you're home.

He carefully strings together a few words in Kryptonian. His pronunciation is still awful, and Four corrects him at the end, but it still makes you smile.

"Anything is fine."

Four translates in Kara's own voice.

The answer is short. A little distant. Not quite rude. And after a few seconds, she glances at Clark, the corners of her mouth lifting ever so slightly in an attempt at a smile.

It doesn't quite work, so she looks back down at the book Four translated for her.

He only hesitates for a second before nodding.

"Okay." Clark smiles—even if it's nothing more than a tired line across his lips—before turning back to you as if that brief exchange hadn't just punched him straight in the heart. "And you?" he asks. "Anything you're in the mood for, sweetheart?"

"Pasta sounds good." Now it's your turn to try smiling. It's probably more convincing than either Kryptonian's.

You just hope it's contagious.

Settling onto the couch, you leave a careful gap between yourself and the girl—not too close, but not too far away either.

"How was your day?"

Four translates the question.

"Fine." Kara doesn't even look up for a moment. After a brief pause—as though reminding herself she should—she finally lifts her eyes to meet yours. "Thank you..."

You nod, just like Clark.

And that's when you look around.

A Kryptonian puppy who's now decided one of your couch cushions is far more interesting than Clark's shoe. A robot wearing a tiny knitted hat. Your boyfriend's alien cousin putting on a pair of noise-canceling headphones. And your boyfriend—Superman himself—trying to wipe dog slobber off a shoe while practicing an alien language.

And somehow, the robot is still your favorite of the three new additions.

You try to remember why you'd been so certain this was going to work.

The panic shopping the very next morning.

Trying to guess Kara's size.

Painting over your own experimental murals.

Cooking everything you knew how to make because you had no idea what Kryptonians ate.

Even Krypto.

Especially Krypto.

Together, you'd poured so much of yourselves into making that place into a home for her... never imagining that only a few weeks later, it would become the very place where all three of you would begin to feel like strangers.

Every time you look at Kara, you keep thinking the same thing.

That you can help her because you understand her. That you desperately want to help her because you can't bear the thought of her spending years trying to save herself all alone. That you have so much of yourself to give her.

You thought that would be enough.

It never was.

[aphrodites-divine-nectar]

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[freckldgirl]

𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

synopsis: being a normal teenage girl in Smallville, you had never fell for any boy of the town, until you discover the existence of a certain blue eyed farm boy

tw and contains: blood, fem!reader, smallville!clark kent, fluff, nose injury, clark being compared to a puppy three times, kryptonite poisoning and mentions of d3ath (no one dies, don't worry), long fic (almost 3000 words)

a/n: hi angels! I'm finally back, I first of all apologize for my absence, but college was my top priority and I focused on studying, but don't worry, I'll be more active now during summerime. I also deleted my c.ai account cause I don't feel comfortable giving access to my ID to a random AI company, so I'll only be on tumblr from now on 💛

Ah young love...what a nightmare.

You thought that since you lived in a small town like Smallville (the name was definitely on the nose) you had very low chances of falling in love, you had met most of the boys in town, and none really caught your eye or made your chest feel weird. No spark in sight, peaceful life, right? Wrong. Terribly wrong, cause you hadn't taken him in consideration: Clark Joseph, I have the prettiest blue puppy eyes ever, Kent. Given his imposing frame and height you were surprised you hadn't seen him sooner, he was most definitely around 6'3 and with such stature it was hard for him to blend in and yet, you learned about his existence only 8 months ago.

It was spring break and you and your friends had decided to organize a cozy picnic in the country side when your bag decided to roll down the hill you were on, so you got up and went after it. Just as you managed to grab your bag you looked up and saw a lovely farm not too far away, there was the cutest lamb ever and sitting beside it was probably one of the most striking man you had seen: you could make out clearly his jet black hair, broad shoulders covered by a red plaid shirt and huge manly hands, they looked so big and rough and yet...he was stroking the little lamb, attempting to soothe it as if it were the most precious thing ever.

You were absolutely mesmerized by his gentleness, a hot and sweet man? You must've been hallucinating, and just as you were trying to see his face...

"Y/N!"

Damn it!

"Uh...yes?"

Your friend, Jacqueline, a true social butterfly, approached you.

"What are you- are you staring at Clark Kent?" she asked confused.

"Clark? That's his name?"

"Yes of course, why? Wait, don't tell me you don't know who he is."

"Uh..."

"Oh my god Y/N! Clark Kent! He was in my science class! The guy who always arrived late to class, remember? I told you about him."

"Line, belive me, I had never seen him before! I would remember him if I had."

She looked at you almost in disbelief, so she decided to fill you in on all the details about him: best friend with Pete Ross and Chloe Sullivan, son of Jonathan and Martha Kent, wrote for "The Torch"...and unfortunately for you, he had an on and off relationship with Lana Lang.

You see, in the past months you managed to spot him many more times, as if he were a magnet you were inevitably attracted too. It wasn't just his appearance that drew you in, but how kind and thoughtful he always seemed: you had caught him in several different situations whether it was by showing around a new kid or helping an old man with his groceries, he made your heart instantly soften. But cause of his situationship with the ever effortless Lana Lang, you decided to keep your blooming feelings to yourself, you didn't want to go in between them, get your feelings hurt and probably embarrass yourself: it was better this way.

And Clark? Well, he didn't really know you that well either. Sure, he had seen you in the school's library a couple of times but that was it; he didn't know your name, you address or what you liked, and, honestly? When it came to girls he mostly thought about Chloe or Lana, he wasn't that close with the remaining girls in his school.

But Fate had something different in store for you, that came with a bloodied nose.

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Jacqueline had asked you for help with school work since she was falling behind in Mr Kreuger's class and you of course accepted. You were waiting for her outside, near the football field while she was taking a shower in the locker room. You were just listening to music, when you heard a noise, you took your headphones off and looked up when-

CRACK!

A football ("The Duke") hit you square in the face, especially on the nose. You clutched your nose in pain, tears pricked your eyes as you tried your best not to scream.

Where did that fucking ball even come from?

You were blinking rapidly, the pain burning so much through your nose that you almost didn't notice the blood coming out of it.

You were in clear distress when someone run to you, eyes wide and panic on their face.

"Oh h-hell, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" the deep voice asked trembling.

You looked up to see none other than your blue eyed crush. You wanted to cry even more on the spot.

Clark had been practicing some throws on his own. He knew he was too strong for his school's football team, his father wouldn't risk his safety for a simple sport but that didn't mean he still couldn't dream of becoming a football player. What's the harm in it? He had checked that no one was near the field before grabbing the ball, he had managed to throw it and catch it 15 times without breaking a sweat, however, he couldn't help but wonder how far he could've thrown the ball. He cocked his arm, adjusted his aim and then threw the ball, watching it travel in the air. He was about to go search for it when his ears picked up on a cracking noise, he instantly paled.

Oh no.

He rushed towards the noise and found you: eyes watery, hands clutching your nose and panic written on your face.

He absolutely felt like crap now.

"Are you okay? Can I see?" he asked cautiously.

You looked up, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable, but you slowly took your hands off your nose, not looking at him in the eyes.

His eyes widen, your philum and nostrils were red, covered in blood, cheeks shiny from the tears and a drop of blood even landed on your lovely pink top. What was even worse is that he had caused this and yet you were the one who was lowering her gaze in shame.

Ok, now he felt completely like shit, it didn't help that he found you pretty despite your disheveled state- wait, what was he thinking? He had just hurt you and he was focusing on how you looked instead of doing something? Oh goodness, he was such a jerk.

"Believe me, I'm really sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I-I didn't think anyone would be here, otherwise I would've never used that much strength, and I didn't see you, you have to believe I feel so bad now and I know I acted like a complete j-"

"Do you always rumble this much when you're sorry?"

Your voice made him stop and blink, finally seeing your eyes. You didn't look mad at him, you looked more...amused than he had expected.

"Right, sorry...I tend to talk a lot" he paused for a moment "I...I don't mean to sound like a douchebag but, can I know your name?"

"Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Clark" he offered you his hand but as soon as you were about to reach for it you pulled back, remembering there was still blood on it. He wasted no time grabbing a tissue from his pocket to clean it.

He later walked you to the nurse and used your phone to text Jacqueline and tell her about the accident, to say she was furious with him would've been an understatement.

"Oh you got so lucky Kent that I wasn't there or you wouldn't be walking around with your balls inta-"

"Language Ms Arrowesmith" the nurse cut her off while treating your wound, "I have to say Mr Kent, with an arm like that I'm surprised you haven't tried out for the football team."

Clark turned as red as a bell pepper, suddenly hunching his shoulders to make himself smaller (which was quite a challenge).

"I guess I would make more damage than good, ma'am" he answered still looking at you.

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The next day at school, you walked in with bandages on your nose and the your parents' text not to worry about missing classes if your nose started to hurt too much for you to focus.

You were in front of you locker, grabbing your algebra book when you felt someone behind you, you turned to find Clarm standing there.

"Oh, hi Clark"

"Hi" he smiled at you, his hands behind his back "how's the nose?"

"It's a little sore, but it's still better than yesterday"

"Good, good...uh, is there anything I can do for you? I really want to make it up to you."

He was so cute, he looked like a puppy.

"Oh don't worry, I'm fine, really- oof" you were grabbing your math books and notebook, you didn't remember them being so heavy.

Clark noticed the surprise on your face and immediately grabbed your books gently.

"Here, let me help" he smiled softly at you "I'll walk you to class."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to be late to class."

"Nah, don't worry...Mrs Norton is used to it"

After that day, you two began spending much more time together whether it was at school, out around town or to help him with the mysterious he and Chloe were always on (thanks to this you even became good friends with her).

You learned so much about him: about his life on the farm, how close he was to his parents, his passion for football or how bad he was at writing poetry. He was such a great guy, you just couldn't help it and fell deeper and deeper as the days passed.

Clark, on the other hand was as confused as never before. He started noticing you so much more and couldn't help but watch you: he saw you petting your neighbor's dog, make a little girl laugh after falling from the slide in the park and whenever he was with you, he had this urge to listen to you only and stay with you.

He thought about you much more than he'd like to admit and he didn't know how to interpret this. Was he in love with you?

When it came to his love life, Lana Lang had always been the center of said system, but now what if the stars were realigning? What if what he felt for Lana was just a perpetuated childhood crush and his heart was actually yours?

This is gonna be a difficult situation to be in.

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Clark was in trouble, and no, not in the love kind one. He had just managed to defeat another "random kryptonite contaminated" menace but his rival had managed to make his last move and had shot kryptonite right through Clark's vein. He was now laying on the ground, the cold floor numbing him further. His parents were out for the weekend in Metropolis so they couldn't go look for him nor did they know about the danger he was in. He felt hopeless and so weak he couldn't open his eyes. All he could do was try not to die.

You had been worried sick, you had called Clark 5 times and he had never answered you. He was used to play hero and put himself in danger, what if that was the case? What if he had gone after some criminal without asking for help? What if he was injured or got kidnapped?

You began to feel nauseous just thinking about such possibilities, nevertheless, you acted quickly. You grabbed your car keys and rushed to it, driving to his house like a woman possessed. As soon as you reached his house you jumped out of your car and started shouting for him.

"Clark! Clark where are you?!"

You frenetically began looking around for him: you ran towards his house and broke in, running in all of the different rooms, screaming for his name, you were in such a rushed and panicked state you fell on the stairs but quickly got up, ignoring your scratched knee but he wasn't there. You checked the stalls but only the very few horses the Kents owned were there. So you started running, screaming through the fields.

"Clark! Clark answer me!" you shouted, fighting back tears, with shaky hands you reached for your phone to call him, maybe you could've followed his ringtone but luck wasn't on your side and it died right on the spot.

"Fuck!" you let your phone drop on the fresh grass, you looked up; the sky was changing it colors which wasn't a good sign if the sun was about to set it would've been only a matter of minutes before the night fell and searching for Clark would've been nearly impossible. You had to act quickly.

"No, no, no. Now, n-now is not the time t-to stop" you continued your desperate search, trying to focus as much as possible. Any sound or small movement could've helped.

You were so focused on searching for Clark that you stopped paying attention to the ground you were running on, making you trip and fall face straight into a wooden door. You would've broken your face again if you hadn't manage to save it by placing your hands in front of view, you blinked, what was this?

Blinded by your panicked state, you had forgotten about the hatch near the farm. You remember Clark saying his mom placed most of her gardening tools, maybe...

You immediately opened the door, rushing down the stairs and there he was: on the ground, as lively as a mummy.

You immediately got to him, he was still breathing but his heartbeat was slowing you had to do something: you thought about reanimation, but you didn't have any means to help him and you were no med student, so you decided to lift him as best as you could dragging him towards the exit.

"I-I'm gonna get you to the hospital and they'll save you, Clark. I know you can't hear me but you won't die, not no my watch, you won't...please don't leave me Clark" you managed to rasp out while dragging him upwards. You squinted your eyes as you were finally able to breathe fresh air: the sun was setting and its rays were shining brightly.

Good, you could still use their light as an advantage to drive him to the hospital.

You had just set Clark on the ground, trying to find a way to lift him and carry him to your car when you heard him coughing.

Your eyes widened so much they were about to reach outer space.

Was this a miracle? Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Apollo, Vishnu, whoever was high above, thank you.

"Clark?"

He managed to sit up slightly, coughing and still shaken but the sunlight was healing him and he was finally starting to regain consciousness. He blinked and his eyes met yours

You had rescued him?

"Oh Clark!" you hugged him tightly, finally letting the tears flow freely "Never do that again, you scared me shitless."

He smiled weakly at you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his face on your arms. It felt good to be with you, like you were the missing piece of the complicated puzzle his life was.

"It's okay...I'm here now."

"Well thank the heavens you are! Do you know in what state yo-you were in? You had me so s-scared, I don't- hic!- know how I would've lived without you!" you let out between sobs

He listened to you ranting to him, reaching to wipe away a few tears with his thumb and holding you closer to him.

"I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll always come back to you...in one way or another, like today."

"That's because I was there, desperate to save you!"

"But that's still a way, isn't it?" he joked while kissing your tears away.

You let out a a teary laugh, snuggling closer into his arms.

"You so owe me."

A sparkle gleamed in his eyes: an idea had just formed into his brain.

"Well, let me make it up to you then. Tomorrow, 8 o'clock sharp, I'll pick you up and drive us to Marie's."

"Are you asking me out, Clark Kent?" you joked.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Wait, seriously?" he nodded in response "But I thought you were in love with Lana."

"I was, when I was 7...but, then I met you and I realized I didn't want anyone else by my side but you...so...will you, my lovely lady, accept my invitation to an intimate dinner just the two of us?"

"Yes, my knight in shining armor, I gladly accept."

He smiled widely, cupping your cheeks and resting his forehead on yours.

"May I receive a kiss now?" he asked, weaponizing those puppy eyes he had.

"Oh no, the royal etiquette says that the first kiss should happen only after the third date." you joked, poking his cheek.

He left out a loud laugh, arms still curled around you.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm no prince."

And with that, he leaned down to kiss you.

Maybe teenage crushes weren't so bad after all.

[littlegearsofmissus]

clark fic that i'm working on hehe

It's only been an hour since your shift has started but all this commotion is making you wish it's time to go home. They all talked to you all at once and it seems to have reached Perry's office because before you could even open your mouth to answer them, you all have been told to shut it down and to get back to your work.

"Y/N, my office. Now," Perry demanded.

"Sorry guys, tea time is over." You stood up from your desk and straightened your clothes before walking towards Perry's office like he told you to.

Unbeknownst to you, there was one person who did not partake in the hounding that fired rapid questions like you're on the hot seat of some talk show. Clark remained at his desk, keeping the perfect amount of distance but with his super-hearing he heard everything. He didn't mean to. But who is he kidding? He's always looking out for you. He's like your guardian angel. It's just that during this time, he's been swarmed by his tasks which also made a perfect mask to hide his growing curiosity.

She's gonna visit him? What for?

Why him and why there?

What will they do?

She looks excited... and very happy.

Clark could only shake his head at his silly thoughts. He took a deep breath and carried on working. But somewhere deep in his mind, curious thoughts linger and he doesn't know why he couldn't let it go. There's definitely nothing wrong with you visiting him.

You two are only friends...right?

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anyway i thought i'd share a little preview on this fic im working on. it's not finished yet and idk when i'll post it. sorry! this is my first time writing about clark kent/superman so i hope i do him justice 🥲✌️