summary: you have an obession with calico critters and decide to play a silly prank on clark.
the early morning sun shined through the curtains, your boyfriend clark was half dressed, freshly crisp white dress shirt tucked into his pants, hair still messy from sleep.
you were sitting at your vanity, already dressed for work in your scrubs with your strawberry short cake badge, with your hair tied up. dabbing some concealer beneath your eyes, humming to yourself a song from the radio.
“sweetheart” clark’s voice breaks the morning silence, lace with curiosity “why is there a cat in my drawer?”
you turn, peeking over your shoulder. in his hand, he held a tiny plastic calico critter, your little cat with her faded pink floral dres
“oh! i’ve been looking for her! thanks clark!” you grinn, way too brightly, clearly dodging the question.
he gave you a look. then sighed, the sound soft, and gently placed the critter besides you.
“how does it—uh, she even end up there?” he mumbles, already sliding his tie around his neck and turning back toward the closet.
you picked her up and walked over to the little wooden shelf by your nightstand. It was your tiny village, critters mid tea party, some shopping for groceries, others eating breakfast
you shrugged as you placed her back among her friends. “maybe it’s like toy story.
clark paused blinking twice. “…huh?”
“you haven’t seen toy story?” you gasped.
“i mean, i know of it. talking toys, right?”
“when we’re not looking” you clarify walking back to your vanity to apply some lip balm. “they’re just…alive when it’s dark. or when no one’s around. it makes sense, if you think about it. the little cat probably wanted to see what it was like to wear a tie.”
clark chuckled, turning to face the mirror grabbing his suit jacket and putting it on. “you think she wants to be a journalist?”
“she wants to live a double life, like someone i know very well”
that earned a full laugh from him.
“come here” he says gently, standing in front of the mirror.
you crossed the room and stood in front of him to fix his tie, smoothing it out even though it was already perfect. you always did, every morning.
you place a kiss his cheek.
“how about after my shift at the hospital we make pancakes, and watch toy story, let’s hope you don’t get busy saving the world” you smile grabbing your tote bag from the chair, you slip your hand until a pocket grabbing another calico critter, this time a rabbit.
“your leaving already? we haven’t even ate breakfast” he mumbles out, grabbing your wrists gently.
“don’t worry about me, i’ll grab something on the way”
he sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I worry about you every day.”
you leaned in and kissed his lips. then, without a word, you slipped the rabbit into his suit pocket, making sure the head peaks out.
“i love you,” you said, halfway out the door
“i love you more, honey be safe.”
you flash him one last smile, waved, and disappeared into the hallway.
your perfume lingering in the air
clark stood there for a moment longer, unannounced to him there was a little rabbit now tucked into his front pocket of his suit.
later that morning, clark was typing up notes from a city council, when jimmy walked by with a coffee in one hand and a donut in the other.
he stopped by clark’s desk, squinting his eyes.
“dude,” jimmy said. “why do you have a tiny bunny peeking out of your pocket?”
clark blinked. “what?”
jimmy leaned in, already cracking up. “no way! do you still play with toys?”
clark looked down, and sure enough, there she was. the little rabbit sat neatly in his front suit pocket.
clark simply pulled the cat out with a quiet, sigh, knowing it was you that had put it in there.
jimmy snorted. “that just made my whole week.” he muttered through a mouthful of donut as he walked off.
clark watched him go, then turned the rabbit slowly in his hand. then he looked at the photo frame on his desk, the one of you and him from smallville, visiting his parents.
with careful hands, he placed the toy rabbit right beside it.
right where she belonged.
i wanna write more pediatric nurse! reader but i need ideas! send reqs
Clark would 100% be the type of bf that if you asked him for pads with wings he’d come back with pads and chicken wings. It’s ok though it’s sweet
you were laying on the couch when you heard the door open and close, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. you leaned your head on the back of the couch, knowing it was your boyfriend. "did you bri-"
your train of thought was stopped when you spotted a pack of pads and a bucket of KFC chicken in your boyfriend's hands.
"uh... clark?" you cocked your head to the side in confusion.
"you said you wanted wings." clark smiled cluelessly, "you didn't. specify what, so i thought that KFC was alright. is it?" your boyfriend asked with an innocent smile.
you chuckled softly. "yeah, sure." you smiled, pressing a kiss on clark’s cheek, "you did good."