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About me: chilean. 18teen. she/her. bisexual. girl sitcom. lost in translation core. folklore girl. 🪐
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*WIP* Dunkaerion modern royalty college omegaverse AU (will write more than first chapter after I finish Fyre Tamer) this is the teaser (watered down outline)
College Student Dunk accidentally meets Prince Aerion Targaryen by tackling him to the ground turns out he wasn’t robbing a girl but rather trying to keep himself from the tabloids or black mailed.
Dunk ends up buying him a milkshake so the omega can eat food with his after-heat pill like he’s supposed to. He and Dunk end up talking and Dunk for the first time in his life is interested in the royal family.
Dunk mops through classes for a few weeks pinning over an omega who probably doesn’t remember his name, and sure as hell wouldn’t demean himself to date a low class pre- (vet or med) major. Then his Rugby captain, Lyonel Baratheon- heir to the Dukedom of Stormlands- announces that he’s officially started dating an omega prince as arranged by his family.
When Aerion shows up at his practices with his brothers. Dunk can’t help but be heart broken, even though he never stood a chance.
Lyonel announces everyone needs to cut for a publicity photo shoot in the off season- because the captain is dating a prince ticket sales will sky rocket. It’s not going to be a problem for Dunk he can barely afford ramen until his next pay check.
Waiting for him in his locker post workout was a chocolate milkshake with peanut butter in it, exactly like the one he bought for himself with Aerion. Dunk has no idea what that means. Is it a threat from his captain to stay away from his omega? Or is it Aerion saying thank you? Or maybe just maybe…
But the thing Dunk doesn’t know is Aerion isn’t the royal omega Dating Lyonel… it’s Daeron.
*WIP* Dunkaerion modern royalty college omegaverse AU (will write more than first chapter after I finish Fyre Tamer) this is the teaser (watered down outline)
College Student Dunk accidentally meets Prince Aerion Targaryen by tackling him to the ground turns out he wasn’t robbing a girl but rather trying to keep himself from the tabloids or black mailed.
Dunk ends up buying him a milkshake so the omega can eat food with his after-heat pill like he’s supposed to. He and Dunk end up talking and Dunk for the first time in his life is interested in the royal family.
Dunk mops through classes for a few weeks pinning over an omega who probably doesn’t remember his name, and sure as hell wouldn’t demean himself to date a low class pre- (vet or med) major. Then his Rugby captain, Lyonel Baratheon- heir to the Dukedom of Stormlands- announces that he’s officially started dating an omega prince as arranged by his family.
When Aerion shows up at his practices with his brothers. Dunk can’t help but be heart broken, even though he never stood a chance.
Lyonel announces everyone needs to cut for a publicity photo shoot in the off season- because the captain is dating a prince ticket sales will sky rocket. It’s not going to be a problem for Dunk he can barely afford ramen until his next pay check.
Waiting for him in his locker post workout was a chocolate milkshake with peanut butter in it, exactly like the one he bought for himself with Aerion. Dunk has no idea what that means. Is it a threat from his captain to stay away from his omega? Or is it Aerion saying thank you? Or maybe just maybe…
But the thing Dunk doesn’t know is Aerion isn’t the royal omega Dating Lyonel… it’s Daeron.
Summary: Mark has a new habit: texting you every time he thinks of you. Which.. is a lot.
Dating Mark Grayson wasn’t always easy. There were stretches of time where he’d go completely silent, not because he was ignoring you, but because he was off fighting aliens on Mars, stuck on some distant planet, or deep in intense training.
But when he was on Earth? When he had even a sliver of free time?
He was blowing up your phone like it was his full-time job.
You hadn’t even gotten out of bed when the first ping came in.
Mark 💙: Good morning! Did you sleep okay?
Mark 💙: I just had a dream where you came over and stole some of my collectables to sell them but I wasn’t even mad lol
You let out a sleepy laugh, seeing the typing bubble pop back up.
Another ping.
Mark 💙: Also your hoodie still smells like you. I’m never giving it back.. I’d fight Immortal for it. I see why you keep stealing my clothes.
You groaned and finally sat up, smiling at your phone then.. your phone buzzed again.
Mark 💙: Okay maybe not Immortal. But like… Dupli-Kate? For sure.
You typed back quickly before he could message you more.
You: I want my hoodie back, Thief.
Mark 💙: Not a thief if you gave it to me 😇
You: I gave it to you because you were shivering after crashing into a lake
Mark 💙: Exactly. Romantic. And need I remind you, you took several of my hoodies!
You rolled your eyes, glancing towards your hamper that had a pile of Mark's clothes. Okay.. Maybe he wasn't incorrect with that. The smile on your face never once faded as you stared at the messages from Mark.
He didn’t stop texting all morning. Silly, random things, you had asked him if he was bored today and he had been offended you'd ask such a thing! Finally, as you were getting a snack, he had texted you again.
Mark 💙: Just saw a bird that reminded me of you. Graceful, kinda loud tbh.. May have tried to steal a sandwich.
You: Are you calling me a sandwich thief?
Mark 💙: I’m calling you majestic 🥺
When he finally showed up at your door later that day, hair a little messy from flying too fast, he didn’t even knock. He just hovered outside the window, peeking in with a grin and knocking on the glass with one finger.
You opened it with a small grin. “You know you can use the door like a normal person.” You teased him.
“I’m not normal,” he said, swinging inside easily. “I’m in love.”
You made a face, laughing as he pulled you into a tight hug. He smelled so good. Like fresh air and mint.. and just like Mark. Nothing but pure comfort, like home.
“Hi,” he mumbled into your neck.
“Hi.”
“You smell good.”
“You say that every time.”
“It’s always true.”
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he practically melted. Literally. His knees gave out and you both toppled onto the bed. It was like you two hadn't kissed before.
“I wasn’t ready for that,” he whined, smiling so hard it scrunched his nose. “Sneak attack kiss. Not fair.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, this time properly. He grinned at you afterwards, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes.
“...That was nice,” he said dreamily. “I love you.” It came out so easy. So Mark.
You blinked.
He sat up quickly. “Wait. I mean! Not like ‘oh my god proposal’ love. I mean I love you in the way where I think about you all the time and want to tell you dumb stuff and when things suck, you’re the first person I want to call, and-”
You kissed him again, giggling through the kiss since you found his own nerves to be so adorable. When you pulled back, you smiled softly at him. “I love you too.”
He made a noise that somewhat sounded like someone was strangling him, his face red.
And later, as you lay side by side, tangled in a blanket, Mark turned his head toward you.
“You know,” he murmured, “you’re my favorite notification.”
You grinned. “I would say the same… but you text me so much, you’re basically the only notification I get.”
Mark gasped. “Wow. Rude. I’m out here sending you love poems and memes, and this is the thanks I get? I'm taking you off my texting list.”
“Oh no,” you said, mock serious. “How ever will I survive without my daily bird updates and blurry selfies of you mid-flight?”
He pouted dramatically. “Those are art.”
You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours, “still your favorite notification.”
Your relationship with Clark told through your crippling fear of spiders, aka four times when Clark is the world's best spider-catcher.
warnings: i guess spiders should be a warning, other than that just fluff, some allusions to sex, w/c 3k
my first time writing for clark ever!
one.
If there's anyone you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of, it's Clark Kent. Built like a Greek God, he's also the kindest man you've ever met, and you can't for the life of you work out why he doesn't have a girlfriend.
Not that it would ever be you.
In the year that you've worked at the Daily Planet, it feels like the universe has been out to get you. The first time you ever met him, you spilled coffee down his front. Claiming the stain was an easy fix, he had refused all offers of you paying for dry-cleaning. But you've never seen him wear that shirt since.
The first case you worked on together was during flu season - your eyes had been red-rimmed and your nose had been blocked the entire time you spent in each other's company. Thankfully, he didn't seem to catch your cold, but it still wasn't exactly the image you wanted him to have of you.
There have been various other mishaps, all with varying degrees of mortification, but you think today might take the cake.
It's late, long past when most of the reporters stay, but you're both still here, pouring over figures and facts for your respective pieces.
You're just about to give up, call it a night, when a movement on your desk stops you. Stilling, you wait for it to happen again, trying to work out what it could possibly be.
When a spider darts out from under your notebook, scuttling across your hand, the shriek is involuntary. Hand flicking, the spider is sent flying behind your laptop, as you leap to your feet.
Clark's by your side at once, making the trip across the office floor in record time.
"What's wrong?" His eyes dart round the room, poised for danger.
"T-there's a spider. In there." It's all you can manage, chest heaving as you point.
Clark's shoulders sag slightly, relief flooding through him. "Oh. Okay. Good."
"It's not good!" You protest, brow furrowing. "It's in there, somewhere, and I don't know where."
Clark nods, before starting to sift through your things. He closes the notebooks, always a stickler for confidentiality, and your heart soars just a little.
"What are you doing?"
He glances up at you like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm finding it so we can catch it and put it outside."
God, you think you might be in love with him.
It takes considerable digging, moving the piles around your desk before it's dislodged at the back. With a grace that only Clark Kent could muster up for the spawn of Satan, it's caught and gently placed out on the roof terrace.
As he closes the patio door behind him, you let out a small laugh, trying to disguise the humiliation coursing through your veins.
"Thank you, for that. I uh, don't do well with spiders, if you can believe it."
His smile is wide, teasing but not malicious. He's laughing with you. "S'okay. I was starting to wonder if you had any faults at all, actually."
"Oh, I have many, many faults," You say. "Don't need to worry about that one." A silence falls, comfortable and warm. He's looking at you, an unreadable expression in his eyes as you try and stop the heat from rising to your cheeks. "I should probably be getting home."
"I'll walk you-"
"You don't have to do that, I don't want to put you out-"
He's grabbing his jacket, ignoring everything. "What if you come across more spiders on the way home? We couldn't have that."
He's looking at you so earnestly that your resolve flies out the window.
"You make a good point," You muse. "Maybe better to be safe than sorry."
He makes everything feel so easy. And when he slips his hand into yours as you stroll through downtown Metropolis, your heart skips a beat. Then two.
two.
You’ve been locked in a dead heat with this spider for almost forty minutes. You’re positive that it must be out to torture you, some kind of cosmic retribution for all of the spider deaths you’ve inadvertently been responsible for over the years.
Currently hiding behind one of the photo frames hanging on your wall, you can’t even tell what size it is. Big, you’d guess, given the length of the spindly legs that peek out every so often.
There’s nothing for it. You’ll need to move the entire frame to get at the spider, and get it out of your apartment. The alternative is allowing this to go unchecked, and losing sight of it's whereabouts altogether.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you try and take a few steps towards the wall, but your legs don't seem to be co-operating.
It's ridiculous.
You've taken on hardened criminals, shady politicians, and literal aliens via your work at the Daily Planet, and you're stumped by a creature no bigger than your fist.
A tiny voice pops into the back of your head. You could call Clark.
It's a thought you immediately discard. You and Clark have been on three dates now, and while it's been wonderful, it's also still new. Really new.
You haven't even slept together yet.
Since finding out about Superman, it’s like Clark is terrified of hurting you. You know his physical strength is off the scale - that’s obvious just from watching the news. But when you’re together, his touches are featherlight - guiding, not possessive. It wasn’t until last night that you got past gentle pecks, ending the night pressed up against your door as Clark kissed you until you couldn’t breathe.
It was the best kiss you’ve ever had in your life.
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined more. Inviting him in, leading him to your bed and putting that X-Ray vision to good use. But the last thing you want to do is push. Not when things have been going so well.
He might think that the whole spider thing is just a ploy - a lame excuse to get him over and try to get into his pants. It is almost 2am. You’d think the same if the roles were reversed.
Finally, you give in, reaching for the phone, while your eyes remain glued to the frame on your wall, as if the spider is waiting for you to be distracted to make a move.
There’s an unread message from him already, a picture of the sunset from his commute home. Lips tugging up, you dial his number.
It doesn’t even get through a full ring before he picks up. “Is everything okay?” Worry laces his tone, and you curse yourself. He thinks something bad has happened.
“I’m okay,” You assure him. “Well… I uh, I could be better. I’m having a spider issue-” Saying it aloud makes it seem so much worse than it sounded in your head. Clark spends his days saving the world - using him for this feels almost sacrilegious. “-but I think I’m overreacting, I shouldn’t have woken you up-”
“Don’t be silly,” He murmurs. “Want me to come round?”
“Would that be okay?” You ask, lip between your teeth.
“Course. I’ll be there in a minute.”
You’re still not used to the fact that when Clark says he’ll be somewhere in a minute, he means a literal minute. A knock sounds at your door, and you pull your eyes away just long enough to unlock it.
“Hey, honey,” He begins, before frowning. “Your heartrate is really high.”
You offer him a bashful smile. “I don’t like spiders.”
“Where is the little guy?”
"Firstly - not little. Secondly - over there," You say, embarrassment taking hold. You pride yourself on being capable, someone reliable. If anyone else in the office ever found out about this, you'd never live it down.
"Behind the frame?"
"I tried moving it a little, but it wouldn't come out, and I didn't want to risk breaking anything."
He nods, like that makes perfect sense, like it wasn't crazy to call your maybe-almost-boyfriend over at 2am just to deal with a spider that most people wouldn't have even noticed.
"Open the window, and I'll get him and put him out."
Already incredibly in tune with your personality, he knows you don't even like seeing spiders. You're grateful for the distraction.
While you busy yourself with the latch, he lets out a low whistle. "Wow. That is a big one."
You feel mildly vindicated, at the fact that Clark thinks it's big too. Maybe it wasn't a total overreaction.
Spider gone, he's turning back to you. "You know, when you first called I thought you just wanted an excuse for me to come over."
His hands settle on your waist, and you lean into his touch, brushing your nose against his. "While that's definitely a plus of this whole situation, I'm really just a scaredy-cat."
"Well, I'm happy to oblige." He's kissing you, soft and slow as his arms wrap round you, lifting until you're at his level. Instinctively, your legs wrap round his waist, feeling his tight corded muscles through his trousers.
A few minutes passes, before you detach yourself, resting your forehead against his. "I really like you, Clark."
"I really like you, too."
"No, like... really like you. A lot." Not your most eloquent work, but with the way he's looking at you it's a miracle you can even form words.
"Are you sure you're not just blinded by the spider fear?" He murmurs, pushing a free strand of hair from your forehead.
"Can't a girl like a man and his spider-catching abilities?" You're overcome with uncharacteristic boldness. "Maybe you should stay."
"Yeah?"
You nod, draping your arms across his shoulders. "Only if you want to-"
"I want to," He interjects. "I really want to."
three.
Clark is braced above you, lips trailing along your neck, when you spot it. Angled directly above your heads - if it were to lose grip and fall, it would either land in Clark’s hair, or your face.
Body freezing, your hands stop mid-movement, engagement ring glinting in the moonlight. You’re still not used to being a fiancée. The term seems so foreign. But you like it. You like being Clark’s fiancée.
You like it when little old ladies at the grocery ogle it, and you’re able to preen, pointing him out as he helps someone reach the top shelf. The phrase ‘handsome young man’ is one you hear all the time these days.
You like it when he holds your hands during sex, lacing his fingers through yours as he whispers praise - you’re sure you’ll like it even more when the matching band adorns his own hand.
Most of all, you like that it ties you to him. It’s silly, and you know you’re tied to Clark in far more meaningful ways than a ring, but the hopeless romantic in you loves the entire experience.
“Clark,” You mumble, as his hips slow. You have to bite back a whimper as he stops entirely, buried to the hilt.
“Hm?” He’s barely paying attention, still working at your neck.
“There’s a spider.”
“Can I get it after we finish?” He asks, pulling back slightly, pupils blown wide as he looks down at you.
“It’s right above our heads,” You whisper, voice almost pitiful. He follows your gaze, letting out a sigh when he spots it.
“Nothing kills the mood like that, huh?” There’s a slight teasing to his tone, but he dutifully gets to his feet, moving you over to the side of the bed that’s spider-free, before grabbing his boxers.
You sit, knees up to your chest as you watch him grab an empty cup and hold it to the ceiling. It only takes a minute before he’s depositing it out the window, and padding back through to the bedroom.
“Better?”
“My hero,” You hum, reaching out to pull him down towards you, kissing him deeply. “Thank you.”
"Starting to think that might be why you keep me around."
You shake your head, biting back a smile. "You're pretty good in bed, too."
"Yeah? Care to get back to that, then?" He's lying you back down, elbows resting down each side of you.
"I love you," You murmur, as he kisses you again, lips soft and inviting. "You're a really great spider-man."
"Spider-man?" Clark repeats, arching an eyebrow.
You shrug slightly. "Feels fitting."
four.
It feels like you’ve been pregnant for years. Having not even hit seven months yet, you’re huge, and you’re pretty sure most people assume it must be twins. That one’s a little bit on you, for deciding to have a baby with an extraterrestrial.
Turns out, Kryptonians make big babies. At least, that’s what Clark keeps telling you. Whether it’s true or not, you don’t know - he might just be trying to make you feel better.
He’s so wonderful that you don’t even have it in you to begrudge his genetics. All of his enhancements allow him to be perfectly in tune with both you and the baby, and predict your every need. He was able to tell the sex of the baby months before the official ultrasounds. You had celebrated your little girl at seven weeks, as opposed to the usual sixteen.
He even knew you were pregnant before you did.
Sensing the changes almost straight away, he had waited patiently until you’d noticed a few weeks later, after a late period and some tenderness in your breasts. You had fully been expecting to surprise him with the tiny onesie, embroidered with Daddy. Instead, he had hugged you tightly, and told you softly that he’s known for a month.
She even loves the sound of his voice. An incredibly active baby already, any time Clark lies with his head level to the bump, murmuring softly about his day, and about how excited the two of you are to meet her, she quietens.
One of his many superpowers.
You’re beyond excited for the baby to arrive. While there are obviously some nerves around motherhood, you’re endlessly glad to be doing it with Clark. He’s going to be an incredible father.
Unfortunately, your current situation seems to heighten all of your emotions. Including fear. Which means that you’re utterly incapacitated by the spider on the bathroom wall.
You can’t even call Clark - he’s on important Daily Planet business all day, in and out of meetings. You’d be lucky to catch him during the in-between periods.
It’s worth a try, anyway.
Hands trembling and feet aching, a spider is the last thing you need today.
You: Can you talk?
Clark: Are you both okay?
You: Yeah, just a spider - was hoping for a pep talk to hype myself up to kill it.
Clark: So sorry, honey. This meeting’s going on forever. I already had to slip out for a call to Guy, they won’t let me out again.
Clark: Give me a minute.
You: Don’t worry about it, honestly. It really isn’t that big.
Liar.
You: Love you, will see you tonight x
There are a few minutes of silence, while you try and work out a gameplan. You could try and catch it, using that new-fangled thing that Clark got you for Christmas one year. It had been a nice thought, but you’re rendered so terrified by spiders that you can’t even get close enough to use it most of the time.
Or you could throw stuff at it, hope something sticks and just kills it. But then if you miss you run the risk of angering it. Or losing it entirely.
You hope this kid is more like her dad, and doesn’t mind spiders. Clark can’t be here all the time, and the last thing you need is two people hiding in the corner.
Your phone buzzes again.
Clark: Open the kitchen window
You: Huh? The spider isn’t near the window, it’s in the bathroom
Clark: Just, trust me, okay?
Mildly bewildered, you head into the kitchen, and push the window wide. You’re about to text Clark back, ask what’s going on, when a shape careens through the opening, just narrowly missing you. Krypto lands on the ground, tail wagging happily as he looks up at you, and you let out a laugh.
You know for a fact that Krypto’s living in Antarctica while Kara is away - which means Clark called on him to travel across the planet just so that you don’t have to deal with a spider.
“Hey buddy,” You bend down to pet him, ruffling his ears. “You my spider-man for the day?”
He’s immediately trotting through the house, knocking various stacks of books as he goes. Making it to the bathroom, he pauses, weighing up his options before lunging. In one fell swoop, the spider is gone, crunched between Krypto’s teeth. You’re positive that’s not what Clark told him to do.
Clark’s never killed a spider in his life. But as long as it’s gone, you aren’t complaining.
“Good boy!” You praise, leading him back to the living room. Grabbing at some treats, you pet him, and he curls up beside you on the couch. He’s content to snooze for a bit, while you reply to Clark, your free hand stroking him softly.
You: Thank you <3 Krypto’s an excellent substitute
Clark: Glad he listened for once. See you tonight, sweet girl
Much to your endless relief, Caroline Kent grows to be a fearless child, who doesn’t mind doing her dad’s spider job when he’s otherwise occupied.
You’re subject to much teasing from Clark, then Caroline, and then Joshua. It isn’t until little Alana comes along eight years later that you finally have an ally.
sypnosis :
📺 lorelai jones, without hesitation, could say that so far she had achieved everything she had dreamed of since she was a child: she was a successful journalist at the daily planet alongside her colleagues. but she couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that something was missing — or rather, someone.
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where lorelai jones orderly life takes a complicated turn with the arrival of a rookie superhero in metropolis — and with him, an old friend with oversized glasses who would soon become her new partner in every possible sense of the word.
COMING SOON !!!
content warning : a nunca of nonsense. childhood friends yearning for each other. awkward idiots in love. a lot of made-up journalism. fictional politics. slow burn hot hot !! the kind of romance that only exists in fiction >:c
disclaimer : the world of superman doesn't belong to me, nor do its characters; their corresponding credits go to their creators. the protagonist, along with her story and personality, are completely my own, as is the plot of this story. this is my first time writing a clark fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. English is not my native language, so I apologize for any spelling errors.
Tbh I know everyone talks about Clark’s himboness and supes muscles, but I appreciate the one Tiny curl that seperate from supes hair? Absolutely adorable. Makes him look so much cuter. Find it hilarious if someone went around the office asking people what they love about Superman and people going “his strength” “his kindness” “his smile” “his cape” “he can fly!” And reader goes “his curl”
“What?”
“The little curl that deviates from the rest of his hair?”
“That’s what you love about Superman? The hair curl?”
“What? It’s cute!”
And Clark just hearing this lol.
LMAO I LOVE yeah if reader works at the Daily Planet and let's say doesn't know Clark is Superman...and says that in the discussion...I think he'd be a mixture of amused and flustered and he'd instinctually go to touch his curls, then quickly move to fix his glasses to cover that up. And ofc you catch it.
The “my boyfriend wants to show you something and you BETTER be nice 😡” TikTok trend but it’s Mark awkwardly stumbling onto camera showing off his newest addition to his séance dog collection. 
