Hello everyone! My name is Yinny Roma! 30 | she/they
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You and Clark are more than ready to welcome your baby into the world, but as people mysteriously start to go missing, your husband has no choice but to help them. That is, until he goes missing too. Or, the one time that you save Superman.
wc. 12k | My Masterlist | Part 3
notes. heeeey! we're here with the final part a little later than I intended, but it's here now!! idk if people have been liking this story past part 2 lol, so I at least hope you like this not so little finale :) it's corny, dramatic, got some action, and of course.... clark being a cutie <3 love y'all, see ya at the end!
tags. clark kent (superman) x fem!reader, pregnant!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, close to the movie AU, definite deviations from the movie tho! mentions of a deceased father, some violence, talk of sickness and birth, clark being a cutie.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Clark asked you for the millionth time as he straightened his tie in the mirror.
“You know my husband is Superman, right?”
You smiled at him from behind, placing your hand on your baby bump as you watched him get ready.
Six months had passed since the wedding and you were very heavily pregnant with Clark’s baby. There were only about three weeks left before the baby arrived, and the two of you were ready to welcome a new life into your world.
You had gotten very big. By the time the last few weeks were rolling around, it was getting hard to do simple tasks. Little things, like putting on your socks and shoes, were almost impossible without a little struggle or Clark to help you out. Although he was more than happy to do everything for you, you didn’t like him fussing over you too much. At the hands of your pregnancy, he became putty. He’d always been attentive, but now it was like his life depended on it.
That night, he had a work dinner to attend that you simply weren’t up for. You were ready to have a quiet night to relax and not to have to worry about your ankles swelling from wearing unflattering shoes.
“I don’t have to go.”
“You do.” You said, rolling your eyes at him playfully, “This is partially for you. They want to do something nice for you before you’re on family leave, Clark. Let them.”
The two of you had told your family and friends about the baby very shortly after the wedding, letting them in on the big secret the two of you couldn’t hold in anymore. Everyone had suspected from the moment you announced the wedding was happening much sooner, but were very congratulatory anyway for you.
Ma and Pa were the most ecstatic, of course.
They were the first people you told nearly days after the wedding while they were still in Metropolis. Ma quite literally jumped for joy, throwing herself onto you and her boy. Pa, with tears in his eyes that seemingly matched Clark’s, came to give you a bear hug, reminding you that your own father would be just as proud. They promised to help with anything you needed, whatsoever, and meant it with their whole beings.
Lois and Jimmy also offered their assistance too, and although they didn’t exactly thrive with kids, they wanted to help out with you when they could. Even that night, they’d begged for you to come out and have some fun, but understood when you gave them your reasonings why it didn’t feel like something you’d be up for.
Your husband, however, figured he had most everything handled. And you also thought he was doing wonderfully as a soon-to-be-father.
Neither of you were sure what to expect with a half-kryptonian child. With Clark’s limited knowledge of his own heritage and where he came from, there wasn’t much to know once the little one was out in the world. He hadn’t even been sure any of this was possible to begin with. So, you both tried to treat the pregnancy as normally as possible until supernatural signs - if any - began to show. And as far as you’d gotten, everything had been normal.
Even though he could hear and see the baby at any moment, Clark wanted you to have every normal experience too. He would often wait patiently for you to see things for yourself before he could insert his own powers on anything. Clark made sure you went to every doctor’s appointment, always by your side. And with misty eyes, he’d still watch and listen to the ultrasounds and sonograms like it was the first time he ever saw it.
Although he tried to make things as normal for you as possible, Clark couldn’t help his worrisome nature sometimes. When he wasn’t out patrolling and protecting the city, he constantly had his eyes and ears on you and the small life growing inside too. He read a lot of parenting books and articles and started to get very opinionated about things that he didn’t deem safe for you or the baby. He was very adamant on making sure that when the delivery happened, his attention was on your safety. Everything was about your safety. Especially the closer you got to popping.
When you finally found out it was going to be a girl - a beautiful daughter - just like you said, he nearly burst from relief in having kept that from you for so long. Despite the obvious worries of new parents, ready was an understatement, as you and Clark were more than prepared to welcome your newborn daughter into the world.
The only thing that wasn’t ready, however, was the name of your baby.
Neither of you could decide on a name; no matter what one of you threw out, one of you would disagree with it. It had been an ongoing thing for months, cycling through what felt like hundreds of names - Evelyn, Marsha, Lana, Keri, Jenna, and just about any girl name imaginable - that you just couldn’t agree on. You went through every baby name book, but it wasn’t coming to you. In fact, it was becoming more of a game than anything.
Clark’s bright eyes never left yours in the mirror as he continued to “check” his outfit for the evening. You had a light smile on your face as you watched him, always a little amused to see him fret over the little things. If anything happened, you knew he would be able to hear yours and the baby’s heartbeat from miles away.
“You’re glowing.” He murmured.
That was also something he’d said to you probably thousands of times over the past several months. He’d said it on your wedding day, the day you found out the gender, the day your bump started to show…
You groaned, “Clark–”
“I’m serious. You’re beautiful and as radiant as the day we met, if not more.”
Finally, he turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. A small smile graced his lips as one of his hands rubbed the side where the baby started to kick lightly. It was starting to become a frequent thing any time she heard Clark’s voice.
You pursed your lips, “This doesn’t have anything to do with a baby name, does it?”
“I overheard a name I thought was cute yesterday.” He said excitedly, “Josey?”
“It’s cute…” You mused, “But no.”
“Aw, come on! That one’s almost perfect. Josey Kent.”
He tutted at you, shaking his head. Although he argued, you knew Clark wasn’t the most serious. If you truly didn’t like a name, he wouldn’t keep on with what made you uncomfortable. But he sure did bicker anyway.
“It’s not my favorite,” you shrugged.
“Then what about Corey?” He asked, “Or even Brodie? We haven’t explored too many gender neutral names.”
“Now you’re stalling.”
“Am not…”
With tired eyes, you ran your hand through his raven hair and took in the feeling as his thumb circled along your lower back with a comforting pressure. It had been a constant lately that you were beyond exhausted and your back ached, but you knew it was all going to be worth it, especially with him.
His eyebrows pinched together as he watched your eyes flutter shut, “You could go into labor at any second, you know.”
“And you’ll know when that happens.” You mused back, “Don’t be silly. I’ll be fine. I haven’t left the apartment in a while, and I don’t plan to go anywhere tonight. Not even to the hospital.”
With Metrecordlis being destroyed from the robot attack, you were out of work, which mostly fared well while you were baring a kid. Most days you got to relax as the store was being rebuilt. You at least got a little bit of compensation too while the city paid for the repairs. And once you were ready and able, you would have somewhere to go back to if you wanted.
As far as stress went, everything was pretty low. You didn’t have to worry much about anything other than getting ready for a baby, which was much luckier than most mothers. You were right on schedule for a healthy delivery in a few weeks time, and that’s all you were looking forward to. In fact, sometimes, you wished for it to come sooner.
You hummed lightly, “Just don’t be gone for too long.”
“I won’t,” He smiled, his dimples popping along his cheek, “I have to get home to my girls.”
“To me and Shiloh?”
“Nice try,” Clark smiled, “But no.”
After a deep kiss to your lips, Clark bent forward to also place a quick peck to the peak of your belly. Soon, he was out the door with a small “love you both”. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, placing your hand back over where your baby was now doing summersaults.
You became used to the erratic schedule of Superman, and there were plenty of nights like that one where nights with work friends, having an intimate moment, or saving the world fought for Clark’s attention. But in the end, you always knew you would win out with just a single call to him. Before anything he did, he always made sure to remind you somehow that you and the baby were his world now too.
With Clark gone for his dinner, you waddled your way into the baby’s nursery which had once been your father’s room. He had been gone for almost three years at that point, and you needed the space for the newborn. So, although it had been hard to change the past, you were more excited for the future to come, and decided to set up the baby’s room in his old one.
Just to keep a piece of your father, you had begun a small project for the baby; a t-shirt quilt with all of your dad’s favorite shirts he’d left behind. Every night, you’d sit down in the new nursery to stitch the shirts together, making a non-strenuous ritual for yourself.
Not only that, but you’d kept your father’s TV in the nursery as well. It wasn’t on as much anymore, knowing that it would bother the newborn eventually, but when you needed to have a moment alone, you would turn it on in the background and play the record player, knowing your father’s spirit was alive somewhere in the house.
Clark had also made a small ritual of speaking to the baby in Kryptonian, linking his own parents to her too. He would speak the words over and over, almost in a loop before translating them for you to hear nearly every time as well.
“They’re the only words I know,” He’d said to you once, “But I want her to hear them too.”
You knew that once he got back from his dinner - even though he would try not to - he would wake you up to him curled up beside you with his ear pressed against your belly, whispering those same words to her on the bed.
As you sat quietly in the nursery rocking chair, you continued to stitch as you played gentle music out of the record player in the front room. Since you had been home most days, you tended to keep it on as you cleaned or worked around the apartment. That night, It was playing a record that had been one of your Dad’s all-time favorites by the band Bread. The album, Guitar Man, played at the lowest level as you kept the TV on for light.
Your heart felt more full than ever as you began to murmur to your unborn baby, “I sure hope you come out with the ability to calm your Dad down.”
The baby swiftly kicked your right rib as if to answer, making a small breathless laugh escape your lips.
“I know. You’re a Daddy’s girl too. I’ll quit talking about him.”
And again, as if your answer appeased her, the baby seemed to settle more, only wiggling a light amount as it got closer to bed time.
For an hour or two more, you continued to sew and stitch the quilt together until your fingers couldn’t take it anymore. The record in the living room had long stopped, leaving you in a comfortable silence and the hum of the television throughout the nursery for a while. After putting away your quilt, you knew it was time to head off to bed.
With some difficulty, you clambered out of the rocking chair and made your way into the living room to take the Bread record from its place in the player. You gently put everything back where it belonged before realizing you’d left the TV on in the nursery. With a low sigh to yourself you walked back.
Only, when your eyes settled on the screen as you grabbed for the remote, you noticed Lex Luthor was in the middle of an Emergency Broadcast. He was speaking with some news pundit, sitting very still and professionally on the air. The words Superman has secrets - Mysteries of the disappearing women scrolled at the bottom of the screen.
Immediately, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, turning the volume up. You could feel your heartbeat starting to rise as the billionaire’s face appeared as if he were some elected official. Lex’s face was still stoic as he spoke.
“--I believe it to be damning evidence that he is taking these poor, innocent women and children for himself.”
The pundit nodded, “And you have the footage?”
“Yes, please, take a look.”
The picture changed to an ethereal looking couple with blue eyes that were just as bright and mesmerizing as Clark’s. You recognized them as his biological parents, as the resemblance was striking. The sound of the broadcast felt as though it was suddenly louder, and echoing, as if every TV in Metropolis was on and tuned to this. The couple began to speak as a translation sounded over it.
“We love you more than heaven, our son. We love you more than land. Our beloved home will be gone forever.”
The woman began to speak, “But hope finalizes our hearts, and that hope is you, Kal-El. We have searched the universe for a new home where you can live out Krypton’s truth.”
“That home is Earth.” The man spoke again.
It took you time to register, but you soon recognized that you had heard those exact words before. These were the words Clark said to your baby in Kryptonian nearly every night, and the same words that he translated to you too. They sounded old and fuzzy, as if it were coming from a record player.
That’s all you’d ever heard from Clark, and you figured that was the end of the transmission. But to your surprise, there was a sort of hitch, like a record skip, before the man - Clark’s father - continued.
“The people of earth are simple and confused… Lord over the planet as our son - the last son - of Krypton.”
These weren’t words you’d ever heard from Clark.
The woman spoke, “Dispatch of those unable or unwilling to serve you. Have as many wives and children so your genes and Krypton’s might and legacy can live on in this new frontier.”
“We love you our son,” The man said again, “Do us proud Kal-El, rule without mercy.”
There was a sudden warm presence beside you in the nursery. You turned to see Clark had rushed home, and was now silently standing beside you with his blue eyes blown wide at the screen in front of him.
“These are… your parents?” you kept your voice quiet.
The superhero’s eyes were furrowed as he kept his focus on the screen, leaving your question unanswered.
“Clark?” you asked, starting to feel uneasy.
Finally, he turned to meet your eyes. The look of sadness he wore made your heart sink.
“Yes,” His voice was strained, as if he weren’t even sure what he was saying was true, “My birth parents…But I don’t understand. This is the transmission I was given when I was brought to earth. The first half is what I know, but I’ve never heard the-the stuff… I’d never heard the second half. That’s not true. It has to be fake.”
The screen cut back to Lex Luthor, smirking, “There you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen. Proof that the alien - Kal-El, or otherwise known as Superman from Krypton - is taking these innocent victims for his secret harem.”
The feeling you had looking at Clark then was one you never wanted to feel. Lex’s words about meta-humans in the background flooded your ears; unnatural. Human-roaming. Clark took a step toward you, and automatically, you took a large step back. Your brain was swimming with all kinds of questions and quick conclusions and you suddenly felt queasy.
His normal ocean blue eyes were full of sadness as he placed his hands up in surrender to you.
“You’ve said those words to our baby…” Tears started to sting at the back of your eyes, “Tell me the truth, Clark.”
“I only said what I knew,” The larger man spoke as calmly to you as he could, but you could see the panic in his features, much like the day he’d almost been too late to stop the robots. His glasses were still on, though slightly askew from what you assumed was the wind from how fast he flew to you.
Cautiously, you spoke again, “But the message… is real?”
“No.” Defeated, he sighed, “The-the first half is true. This whole time I thought the message was damaged. I thought they wanted Earth as my home. The second part has to be doctored.”
The room suddenly felt too small, like if anything were to go wrong, you were trapped in there. Clark had never taken up space despite how large he was, but now it was like he was threatening to swallow you whole. Your body felt as though it was going to collapse.
“Sweetheart?”
Your husband's voice bit through the sudden chaos in your head. Warm hands wrapped around your waist before your knees gave out - anger forgotten for a moment - as Clark helped lower you onto the rocking chair behind you once again. Your brain, however, hadn’t yet fully caught up, merely working on autopilot to keep you safe. You stared straight ahead as you dissociated from reality.
“Hey, listen to me,” Clark murmured to get you back, kneeling beside you, “There’s no harem. There’s only you and our baby.”
You shrank back, “You’ve kept things from me before.”
Clark frowned and looked as if you had physically stabbed him.
“That’s not fair.”
Feeling a wave of emotions hit you, you shook your head, pointing at him, “I forgave you once before. I thought I understood, but now… How do I know you don’t have other families you tell the same thing to?”
You could feel the sting of guilt as the words left your mouth, but you kept your gaze tight on him.
The taller man closed his eyes. For a moment, his hands hovered over your stomach as if he were going to place them on the peak like he normally had. Slowly though, like he’d decided against it, he placed them at his side.
He stood quietly, opening his eyes to lock with yours.
“I made a promise to you. A vow that you and the baby are my top priority, and that hasn’t… and won’t change.” His voice strained again, “I’ll prove it to you when we get this mess sorted.”
You nodded, though you weren't really sure what to say or do at the moment; your insides and your mind weren’t cooperating with each other as you watched your husband back away. And on top of that, you could feel the baby softly kicking and swimming, none the wiser, and just happy to hear her father’s voice.
Without another word, the superhero was gone from the nursery just as soon as he’d entered it. Now, just you and the baby, the room felt massive - almost too big without Clark in it. A stark contrast from what you felt moments before.
For a long few minutes as your heartrate slowed, you ran your fingers over the smooth wood of the rocking chair. It brought up the memory of a few months ago when you’d found said furniture from one of Lois’ friends. It was an old one that reminded Clark of his home in Kansas, so you’d figured it was perfect for the baby too. Sitting in it then, however, felt strange.
So many questions were stirring around in your head, but it all came back down to the same thought: How much of this was all a lie?
The baby gave your abdomen a hard, swift kick as if it were answering your thoughts.
“Ouch,” You placed your hand on the peak, rubbing the bump delicately, “I’m sorry I’m having doubts about your father…”
As if she could understand, the baby wiggled. You let out a soft giggle as tears began to sting at the back of your eyes. You didn’t care to reach up and wipe them away once they started falling. You took in a shaky breath as you continued, letting out a bitter laugh as you rubbed your bump again.
“There’s so much that points to him telling the truth, and you’re one of them.” You sighed, adjusting in the chair to get more comfortable. As the baby got more restless, you placed your hands underneath your belly, as if you could hold her steady, “He’s the most trustworthy person I’ve ever known, and I know now he only wants me to keep us safe. But… What if he is fostering different families and he’s using me as–”
The baby squirmed, kicking against your left rib. You didn’t finish your thought, hissing at the sudden pain in your side. Another laugh bubbled in your chest as you nodded in thought again.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be thinking about my husband that way. I’ve just been so scared that this is all too good to be true… and now, there’s something that suggests my very life is a lie again.”
As if she were twisting to answer, the baby did another summersault, and you nodded. With another long sigh, you got out of the chair carefully, walking into the bedroom. Finally wiping away the tears, you looked around at the shared space the both of you occupied.
You knew in your soul that you trusted Clark over anyone else, though. No matter what anyone said, you knew that if he wanted to lie to you, he would’ve done it, and easily. He had the power to, but he never held that over you, or anyone unless it was for their safety.
He was good, and honest, and you knew that.
“I wouldn’t have married him otherwise.” You whispered aloud.
As you got into bed that night, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander along several different paths for a long time. You came to one conclusion: you trusted Clark.
He was your family, after all. The only family you had.
As you drifted off to sleep, you decided that when you woke up in the morning, you would apologize to Clark.
***
Except, he didn’t come home that night. Or the night after.
The worry only grew as three days passed with no updates from Clark. No messages, no notes, no words. Nothing. It was like he vanished out of thin air.
You kept the news on nearly every day since he’d left to fix things, switching it between every news channel to look for any sign of Superman.
Yet, the public was starting to feel very conflicted after watching the transmission of his parents. More and more people were starting to disappear, just like he had. Even people, who had vouched for Superman before, weren’t as sure now that there were no updates; no questions were being answered and no villains had been defeated yet.
Even though you felt worried, there wasn’t much you were able to do.
You did what you could; you called Lois and Jimmy, as well as Martha and Jonathan, who all hadn’t heard from Clark either but were just as confused and worried as you were.
Next, you attempted to contact his other hero friends, which wasn’t as hard as you’d once thought. Simply, you just had to call. Getting a hold of the Green Lantern made you feel slightly more at ease, as he and the rest of the Justice Gang had seen Clark more recently than anyone. But, still, you found out quickly that they’d lost track of him sometime that same night of the broadcast.
“We were there at your wedding, you know.” Guy Gardner had said over the phone, “If he has any other wives, we surely weren’t invited to those weddings.”
“Guess that’s good to know,” You groaned, “And you’re absolutely sure no one has seen him? Not even, like, a check in?”
“Last we saw, he was heading towards LuthorCorp. Headquarters. But no, we haven’t seen him since.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“You know your husband’s Superman, right? He’ll be fine.”
He couldn’t see, but tears had sprung to your eyes as you nodded, “Yeah. I do.”
So, once you hung up with him, you tried not to focus on your missing husband. He was rarely in danger, after all, and just like Guy said, he was going to be fine. If the situation hadn’t needed the utmost attention, Clark would’ve been home by now, and so that’s what you told yourself.
As the third day slowly came to an end, you stood in the kitchen as you cooked for two out of habit. Even though your body ached, it was a pretty easy and stress-free activity for you to keep your mind off of everything. But you still chewed at your lip, trying to think of ways to try and get a hold of Clark, or to at least know where he was.
Vaguely, you knew he had a cousin he rarely talked about - one from the same planet as him - but had always said she wasn’t always the most reliable. Kara could help in a pinch though, and you figured you would do what you could to contact her if it meant finding Clark too.
However, your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a low whoosh sounding from the balcony; a familiar sound that made your heart soar. For a moment, you thought you would rush out and greet your husband now that he was home.
The relief was short lived as a crashing noise started in the living room, making you jolt. For a moment, you wondered if it was your husband still, only maybe he was hurt. But you only had to listen a little harder to know it wasn’t graceful enough to be Clark. Your breath hitched, realizing that a stranger was in your apartment.
As quietly as you could, you turned off the stove and stepped into the small pantry off to the side. It had no door, but it was better than nothing. As pregnant as you were, you could barely move, so you tried to make yourself as small and as quiet as possible. As the clattering of the stranger got closer, you tried to take deep breaths to steady you and the baby, who was jittering all over the place.
Quietly, you whispered, “Please, Clark–”
You flinched as a loud bang sounded close to you, and at the kitchen entrance, you watched as a piece of your record player flew beside you, knocking against the counter. Even as you felt your heart drop, you tried to keep your breathing even.
Despite your efforts, a woman with long braided hair and a sharp, black body suit rounded the corner of the kitchen. She smiled at you like you were an escaped prisoner being caught by the guard. In the same instant, she motioned for you to come to her, but you shook your head no.
The stranger held up a framed picture of you and Clark on your wedding day that had rested on your mantle. She smiled in a faux fondness, her accent very thick, “You two make a sweet family.”
Your jaw set, trying to be firm, “Who are you?”
“A friend of Superman’s.” She shrugged, nonchalantly, “But I’m simply here to collect you for him. He needs you.”
You’d never seen this “friend” of his once. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, careful of the words you chose next. Thinking quickly, you played along with what she said.
“He… Needs me? What does he want with me?”
“For the harem, to raise your baby as his own,” She rolled her eyes, motioned to your body and then to your stomach, “The clinic said your husband was an investigative journalist. Thought you’d have caught up a bit by now.”
Realization dawned on you quickly: She was lying. She didn’t know about you and Clark.
But before you could even begin to think or protest, her skin began to ripple in an unsettling way, turning black at the fingertips and spreading across to her elbows and the rest of her arms. Tiny nanos emerged from her fingers, quickly crawling toward you like a growing tentacle. You tried to back away from it across the floor, but it quickly caught up to you, faster than you could move. You felt the cool metals wrap around your ankle before you could register what it even was.
It felt as if ants were crawling up your leg as more and more of the nanos surrounded you, engulfing your limbs enough to where you couldn’t move. You wrapped your arms around my baby bump, protectively, just as the bots covered your torso.
The woman approached you in one big stride, the nanos moving and forming with her; her eyes were striking as she looked you up and down. As her eyes landed on the swell of your belly and your arms placed around it, she cocked her head and smirked.
“Aw, don’t worry Mama, don’t panic. We will keep you and the little one safe.”
The nanos swarmed around your neck, making it impossible for you to move and look around. She lifted her arm, feeling as the nanos moved along with her. Suddenly, you were in the air too, ultimately having the air knocked out of you.
For a brief moment, you got a look at your living room that was completely destroyed.
Jets sounded from her body as she flew with you in her grasp for a long while until you came upon what looked to be a military beach. People in Hawaiian shirts and khakis milled about. Some of them walked around, while others played together. It felt bizarre to you, but they didn’t bat an eye at the woman and the large group of nanos carrying a pregnant woman.
“Open the portal,” The stranger said loudly as soon as she landed in the sand.
There was a roar of something ethereal as the two of you passed through whirling lights and sparks before there was sudden stillness. The first thing you noticed was that there was barely any gravity. A gentle pull tugged at the bots until it felt as if you were floating. The next thing you could tell was how dead silent it was, except for the light sparking of several other portals near to each other on different planes. It was eerie; void of any sort of sign of life.
Just stillness in a drifting chamber.
Luckily, your baby lightly wiggled, despite the lack of gravity, showing you that there was still life even in your small little pod you held with your stuck arms. The nanos made it difficult to move, but you were able to lightly stroke the side of your belly where your hands were locked in place.
Time didn’t seem to make much sense, as it felt like moments later that you were met with all kinds of different noises; wailing coming from all over. It was as if the two of you had stepped into an animal shelter as they called for attention.
A click sounded and you floated down until your legs and knees hit some sort of surface below you. The nanos slowly peeled off of you, letting you catch yourself on the platform below. As soon as the nanos were gone, a loud snap was heard, and suddenly it was like you were in a glass box. You banged on one of the walls before looking over the edge, seeing what was a river of unnatural colors that bubbled over as if it were lava. You felt a lump in your throat as you backed as far away from the edge as you could.
The woman above you snickered, muffled by the glass, “It’s better to stay in there. Don’t think that down there is good for Mama… or the baby.”
Wordlessly, you nodded as the platform continued to float.
Soon, the two of you came up to what looked like the same glass cube you were in connected to other cubes, spanning for what seemed like eternity. Hundreds, if not thousands of people and creatures, were all trapped inside these transparent prisons just like you.
As you got closer to the cells and the platform moved to be right beside it, as if it were a docking station. The strange woman pulled on a lever until the box you were in started to slide into place.
“We’ll check on you later, Mama,” The woman in black said as the prison locked in place, “We will need you later.”
You noticed a spec of bright red and blue directly behind the woman. A sharp banging could be heard amongst the sea of prisoners and across the echoey nothingness. Stepping forward, you pressed your face as close to the glass as you could and squinted, trying to get a good look at what it was.
Upon inspection, it was Clark.
Relief flooded you; he was right there across the vast lava stream in another glass box. It was pure proof of what you’d expected; this wasn’t any of his doing.
You could see him, and by the looks of it, he had spotted you too. But immediately, you knew something was horribly wrong with him. Keeping quiet, you continued to look at him, unable to peel your eyes away.
“I see you’ve noticed Superman...” The woman in black hummed in thought, “... guess the cat’s out of the bag.”
She gave you a sinister smile and a short wave before floating away with the platform, but your attention was elsewhere.
Even from far away, you could tell Clark was weak. You could barely see the thing in the cell with him, but it looked like a sitting person with a glowing green gem. Clark couldn’t stand no matter how hard he tried, and his face looked like it was covered in something dark. He had his mouth open and his chest heaved as he gasped in some air.
It looked like he was dying.
His arm outstretched to you from behind the glass and you couldn’t help but feel tears start to fall. It dawned on you then that he’d been stuck there, and that’s why you hadn’t seen him for so long. You wondered how long he’d been there, and if he had much time left. As you thought, you looked around the glass cell helplessly.
On your left was a family of three; a mother and two sisters. On your right was a smaller family of two; a mother and her toddler son.
A stabbing kick from the baby hit your lower rib, causing you to hiss out in pain automatically. You finally tried to relax and lowered yourself carefully to a sitting position against the glass, facing Clark.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered to both the baby and to Clark, “I’m so sorry.”
Carefully, you saw as Clark shook his head to you from across the way, and you knew that he’d heard you.
Once again, you glanced around, looking for any sign of escape. But the only thing you saw were the faces of the families miles deep, giving you looks of pity back. You sighed and placed your head against the cool glass and your hands against the bump of your stomach, closing your eyes for a long moment.
“What a pickle we’re in, baby.” you groaned.
***
Time seemed to be non-existent in the dimension you remained in.
People came in and out of the portals; sometimes the woman in black, other times were random guards, but it didn’t help to measure the time that passed.
Eventually, after what felt like a day or two, the portal whirled to life and none other than Lex Luthor stepped out along with the woman in black. Beside them on the platform was some sort of creature with blue-ish-white fur and humanoid ears. Its eyes were black and cold, and it didn’t exactly have a mouth.
As the platform docked at your cube cell, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Clark, having been struggling to get up, had perked up slightly to watch from afar. The door slid open as the creature approached you slowly. Out of instinct, you started to back away and cover your stomach in protection.
The woman in black barked out a laugh, “It’s helping you check your baby,” Her eyes rolled again, “Relax.”
The creature came close and simply stood beside you. Its ears perked up and eyes widened, if that were possible. It grumbled for a moment before stepping back.
“It thinks your baby is fine,” Lex Luthor said with a small smile, “We brought water and a meal for you. Eat up so your baby can stay healthy.”
You nodded, stepping to the edge of the enclosure. Carefully, you reached out for whatever food the woman in black gave you with a short nod of thanks. You looked down at the meal in your hands: two pieces of bread with cheese and a side of broccoli. A fun-sized milky-way bar sat on the plate, practically mocking you. You sighed, because at least it was something.
Feeling brave, you stole a look at Lex Luthor, speaking directly to him.
“My husband writes about your shady work, Mr. Luthor,” You started, trying to sound brave, “Why am I here?”
Lex flashed you an almost picture perfect smile.
“Oh, I’m very aware of your husband’s articles, Mrs. Kent.” he started between his teeth, “But you, my dear, are here for Superman’s harem. The problem, however, is that we weren’t able to make the general public believe just the transmission. Every simple human-being thinks too highly of this creature, and we need them to see the truth. Thanks to my lovely Engineer here, we got the transmission from the alien’s lair and then we got Superman so he can live out what his parents wanted.
“That’s where everyone here comes in. All of these lovely ladies are now a part of his harem, or at least, when we hypnotize and sedate you, you’ll certainly believe that you are.” Lex pointed behind him to Clark, “Once he dies, we’ll be able to study his genetic coding and get rid of the vermin once and for all.”
“What?”
The food that had been in your hand clattered on the floor as you stared directly at the two evil beings in front of you. Lex Luthor let out a bellowing laugh before stepping forward, directly into your cell. He made a gesture behind him, only for more food to be flown in on a smaller platform seconds later.
“I didn’t know you had such a soft spot for Superman, Mrs. Kent. Seems like your husband has rubbed off on you a little too much. But there’s no need to be frightened. Rest assured, Clark Kent remains unharmed while we borrow you and his baby. I’m sure he won’t mind when we send you back to him. Here soon, you’re going to save the world. You’ll just need time to understand.”
Your heart started to flutter fast, and behind you the strange creature who had checked on you earlier began to whine. You glanced behind you to see the creature’s dark eyes looking directly at your stomach.
“Careful, Mrs. Kent, it can sense when the baby is stressed too.” The woman in black - The Engineer - mused aloud.
You placed your hands on your stomach instinctively, backing away from Lex and the new food he held out to you, “And I’m just supposed to… go along with all of this? Is everyone here just a ploy in this agenda of yours?”
“So you have caught up.” The evil man smiled as the creature stepped around you to get back into position on the platform with the Engineer, “We’ll be back. Enjoy your meal, Mrs. Kent.”
The two of them exited your cell as you looked down at the small amount of food. The other families had also been given a meal, and so you people watched as they slowly ate theirs as well. Once you saw that no one was being affected immediately by the food, you started to eat as well.
The toddler on your right side had some issue with his broccoli and his mother trying to feed it to him. You watched as she tried to feed him a piece, only for him to wail after it touched his lips.
The scene made you think of Clark and the baby that grew within; a scene that you could so easily see being replaced with your daughter and the tall man himself, trying his best to calm a toddler over the leafy vegetable. Just as this mom did to her toddler, he’d smile at your daughter, hiding the veggie from the child's sight until he charmed her. Once she gained trust, he’d show it until she finally conceded to try the scary broccoli from Clark.
Again, you looked out across the dimension to your husband, sitting just on the other side. You could see him talking at the person in his cell, but they never budged. Even from afar, you could see a tear fall down Clark’s cheek.
He was still hanging on, but he was deteriorating fast by the looks of it. Eventually, he could barely even get to his knees anymore.
If Clark died and they got his genetic codes, they would easily be able to figure out that he was the biological father of your baby. Certainly, they would try to kill you and your daughter too if they found out.
You were beginning to panic the more weak he looked, but felt completely useless. Even if you wanted to do something, your pregnancy was making it hard to move around, let alone think straight. It felt like the most you could do was sit there and watch.
So, you watched. And you watched everything. It was all you could do.
Mainly, you watched routines. You saw who came in and out of the portals and when, and found that the majority of people coming through were guards. More aptly, they were Lex Luthor’s henchmen that came through to do routine checks on everyone, including Superman. One of them even stayed in an enclosure with a lone green baby, holding the small being as it cried.
You tried your best to communicate with Clark when you could without drawing much attention. You would speak to him in whispers, knowing he could hear you. Quietly, you let him know you and the baby were okay.
You allowed your thoughts to swim with thoughts of yours and Clark’s baby, both good and bad. Desperately, you wanted him to be there with you, but you knew that the other possibilities were staring you directly in the eyes, and you didn’t want to look back.
“What about Meena?” You asked quietly, “That’s cute, right?”
From afar, you saw Clark’s shoulders move for a moment. He gave you a small smile, shaking his head.
“She needs a name,” You’d whispered to him, “I need you to hold on for her, okay?”
Barely, Clark nodded.
***
Waking up felt awful as your back and legs started to cramp. Your insides felt more scrambled than normal, and you felt like you were going to be sick. As the time passed by slowly, you had allowed yourself to rest some, but not very well. You slept against the cool glass, curled up in a protective ball, and as you woke up, you could feel just how that affected you.
However, this time, you came up with a plan. A really stupid one, but a plan none-the-less. You just had to wait a little bit longer for an opportune time. You knew the legitimate pain and stiffness were going to help you sell your idea. You looked around, and noticed the basic routine that everyone was in. When everything looked calm, you decided to put your plan into motion.
As had become a habit, you looked over to Clark to make sure he was still okay and alive. He still looked worse for wear, but he was at least still breathing albeit a bit labored. You whispered against the glass, waiting until he could turn his head towards you. For only a moment, the two of you locked eyes.
“I have a plan,” You said gently, “It’s stupid… But you have to trust me.”
There was no response from him, as he couldn’t muster up any strength to give you one. But you knew what he would’ve said to you: Don’t.
But you had to anyway.
Slowly, and as unsteadily as you could act, you lifted yourself onto your feet, making a show of pressing a hand to your stomach just to sell it further. Halfway up, you leaned against the glass and started to groan, taking in deep dramatic breaths as well.
Balling up your hands in a fist, you started to bang on the glass, making as loud of a noise as you could. Almost immediately, it caught the attention of Clark across the way who was now looking at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop. But, the noise made the moms on either side of you notice as well. The mom to your right came up, tapping lightly on the glass behind you to grab your attention back.
“Are you okay?” She asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I think I’m in labor…” You squeaked out with a distressed groan, “... I don’t know, but something hurts.”
The other mom on the other side was already beginning to bang on the walls as well, trying to grab the attention of guards around the area. Soon, the three of you as well as the children were screaming and yelling for someone to come help you.
After what felt like an eternity, a guard finally came up to you on one of the floating platforms with the strange baby-checking creature. The guard gave you a brazen glare through his goggles as the platform docked and the front of the glass popped open. He approached you with the creature, obviously annoyed that he was having to come and deal with you.
“What is it?” He asked.
“She’s in labor, she’s got to get to a hospital,” One of the Mom’s said, muffled through the glass.
Even though he was masked, you could see the henchman look you up and down as you gave out big puffs of exasperated air. You practically doubled over, hoping he would buy your act for just enough time. You let out a desperate cry of what you hoped sounded like pure pain.
“Please, sir.” You begged.
Stunned by what he was looking at, the guard just stood there for a moment or two contemplating what he needed to do.
“You’ll need to get checked first.” He said, “Lex will need to know you’re really in labor before we just up and send you to the doctor.”
Stealing a glance, you looked across the cells to your husband, where you could see him hiked onto his elbow. With one arm, Clark tried to keep himself steady as he pounded weakly on the glass with his other. His steely eyes locked with yours for only a moment, and you knew he was pleading with you. He looked more desperate than before, like he was trying to get out and get to you too.
Still, you had to keep on with your plan.
The fuzzy and lanky creature approached you, just like it had with Lex. Its beady eyes landed on your stomach. It made a low humming sound before all of the hairs started to stand, glowing a small orange on the ends.
The guard glared at you again, “It’s not detecting anything’s wrong.”
As the guard was distracted looking at the creature, you surged forward as quickly as you could and grabbed for the man’s weapon in his holster. Behind you, you could hear Clark’s muffled screams, though you weren’t making them out.
Catching on, the man grabbed for your wrist just as you’d managed to free the weapon from his belt. Quickly, before he could move either one of you to the edge of the cell, you aimed down and pulled the trigger, watching as a red beam blasted out, piercing through the man’s leg.
The masked guard let out a cry of anguish as he fell to the floor. You stumbled backward, keeping the weapon aimed at him as much as you could muster. The blue-white creature, obviously stunned as well, backed away onto the platform, out of the way.
“Stay back.”
Your voice felt shaky as you spoke, but you kept your chin as high as possible and your other hand protectively over your bump. Still, the guard let out a sarcastic laugh at you, motioning to your stomach. You growled, shoving the weapon closer. Aiming towards his legs again, you pulled the trigger and watched as another red blast grazed against his other shin, nearly bouncing off the bottom of the cell.
You backed away onto the platform, along with the creature, pulling on the same lever to close the glass enclosure around the guard. You turned to the fuzzy thing beside you, holding up the weapon to it as well.
“I don’t know what you are, but don’t try anything.”
Its black eyes just watched as you messed around with the controls of the platform, trying to get it to move. You knew you had very little time, as there were people starting to mutter all over, and no doubt the guard was trying to alert someone that you were trying to escape.
As the platform approached, you knocked against Clark’s cell ungracefully, trying to get it to dock. You barely waited for it to stay still before pulling on the lever to snap the glass cell open.
Clark practically rolled onto the platform, sucking in a deep, stilted air. The grey looking man behind him, the one with the green gem, looked at you with wide eyes. You stepped over your husband, pointing the weapon you still had in your hands up to the grey man, beginning to growl.
“What are you doing to him?”
As you took a step towards him, it was like your baby started to… shrivel inside. You’d never felt anything like it, as it was like the baby tried to swim away the closer you got to that green gem.
You felt a soft pressure release just below your stomach. A trickle of warm, wet liquid traveling down the side of your inner thigh. Soon it was followed by an intense feeling that started in your lower back and wrapped around to your abdomen. It hit you hard, like an ocean wave, nearly knocking you down.
The fuzzy creature beside you made a loud whine, and you glanced over to see that it was staring very intensely at you now. Keeping your composure as best as you could, you took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling.
“Don’t…” Clark wheezed below you, snapping you out of your anger, “Please. The baby.”
Slowly, the grey man in the cell contorted, just like the Engineer. Except, his hand morphed until it crackled, steadily taking away the glowing gem until it turned into a normal purple hand. As it went away, Clark was able to take in more stable air and the baby moved into a more normal position. Some of the dark spots in Clark’s face went away as well.
“It’s Kryptonite,” The man said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
As the guy put his arms behind his back, you lowered your weapon as well. You kept an eye on him, but made no move as you turned your attention back to your husband. With difficulties, you got to your knees to be beside Clark. You carefully cradled his neck in your hands, examining the dark spots on his face. He reached up as well, placing his fingers along your chin.
“Why would you do that? Are you crazy?” He whispered, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t–”
Quickly, you cut him off with a groan as a huge wave of pain lapped around your abdomen again. Your fingers grasped tightly at the back of his neck unconsciously, even though you were trying to be gentle. The fuzzy creature you’d forgotten about made a noise again behind you. Clark, presumably aware of the changes happening in your body, sprung into action. Unsteadily, he got to his knees to be level with you.
And finally, his warm hand went to the top of your belly, running his thumb gingerly across it.
“We have to get you out,” Clark slurred, muttering through a tight jaw. He closed his eyes and shook his head, like he was trying to get himself back into shape, “We gotta get you t’a hospital. Kryptonite made you… You’re in labor.”
“I’m fine. She has some time,” You said, though the pain in your lower back was screaming at you otherwise, “We have to find a way to get you out.”
“Why does he still look gross?” The grey man asked from behind, “The Kryptonite is gone.”
“The sun,” your husband choked out, but didn’t take his eyes off of you, “I get my powers from the yellow sun.”
“I can… make something like that.”
“What?” You and Clark said at the same time.
As the grey man put his hands together, he started to mutter to himself. The murmuring from the cells was getting louder as the man put together what was practically a small, functional sun. You turned to look at the glass box you’d left the guard in, only to hear him yelling for someone as well.
Before you could worry more, Clark’s warm hand pressed against your cheek, making you look back at him. His other hand was still pressed lightly to your baby bump, stroking just above your bellybutton.
“You’re here.” He murmured as light began to grow behind him, “I thought I would never see you again.”
With a small laugh, you shook your head, whispering as you placed your hands to his cheeks as well.
“We still need to choose a name for our daughter, you know.”
His jaw tightened as a tear slipped from his eye. Big arms enveloped you, pulling you in for a tight embrace. Your face pressed against his chest as you felt him let out a short sob of relief. As the light over took you both, Clark pulled you closer to his chest, shielding you with his body from the intensity of the faux sun. It was like you could feel the strength growing in your husband, as well as your baby inside.
Once he had just enough strength, the broad arms of Superman then whisked you into the air. You took hold of his neck as his arms cradled you closer to his body. He shot high above the cells before looking down at the platform the two of you had just come from.
“Get your son, Rex, and help the prisoners.” His voice boomed.
Before anyone responded, he shot off again. Clark held you to him tight as you soared through the open vastness of this dark dimension. You tried not to look, keeping your face in Clark’s neck to hopefully avoid getting sick. That’s not what you needed with the baby on the way.
“When Luthor captured me, he told me he had multiple portals.” He said over the roar in your ears, “We just have to wait for one to open.”
As he spoke, you could feel your insides start to seize and cramp again. Involuntarily, you let out a small croak of discomfort. Your arms squeezed around his neck, and you were sure he could feel every push and sway of your muscles.
“Okay,” Clark breathed, “So, we won’t wait.”
Thinking quickly, he flew to a portal and floated in front of it. He held you securely, and looked around at the circular object before beginning to speak into the ether.
“Alright, Luthor,” He taunted, “Send your Raptors.”
Although you weren’t exactly sure what Clark was talking about, you got the gist of his plan pretty quickly and held on tighter. Just as Luthor took the bait, the portal began to whirl loudly, casting a bright purple glow.
Before it even fully came to life, Clark had positioned you against him and blasted through the glowing gateway. They were trying to shoot at you both, but using his heat vision, he cut through the troops that had tried to get to him. You’d honestly never seen such fury in Clark.
Once back in your own dimension, and through the Raptors, you finally peeked your head out of Clark’s neck to see you were back in the beach area you’d come through with the Engineer. And finally, he flew as quickly as he could in the direction of the nearest hospital.
He still didn’t say anything again until he touched down just outside of the South Metropolis labor and delivery unit; too focused and too afraid for anything to happen to you. He let you down as gently as possible, helping you maneuver as you felt comfortable getting into the building.
“I have to go,” He said once you were finally inside. There were some nurses that scrambled to you and your husband, but stopped cold once they saw him in the suit. Clark continued, “I have to help the others.”
He gave you a sort of sad, but determined look, and you knew what he was trying to tell you:
I’ll be back. Hang on.
And so, you nodded to him, “Good luck, Superman.”
Once again, he gave you a short nod and a small wave, before he was running out the door. Outside the building, you heard the roaring wind of him flying off and knew he was doing what he could to rush back.
The stunned nurses sprang back into action, helping you into a wheelchair and checking you in as quickly as possible before ushering you into one of the rooms.
“She’s a bit early, according to your charts,” One of them said as they pushed you down a hall, “Did something happen?”
As she was speaking, your baby felt as if it rolled again, nearly leaving you breathless. Taking in as much air as you could, you nodded. You were already exhausted enough that you didn’t want to keep up too many lies.
“Stress,” you said, “My husband’s been out of town for a few days, so I’ve just been extra stressed.”
The other nurses hummed as they led you into a room, but didn’t question you any further. They got you into a bed and hooked up to their machines. For a while, they let you relax, but you were starting to feel another contraction coming on. One of the sweet ladies approached you as a wave of pain hit you again.
“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable, Mrs.--”
“Turn on the news,” You demanded to the nurse, breathlessly, “Please.”
She nodded, unphased, as she complied with your wishes.
It took a while for the news cycle to catch up with the return of Superman, and in that time, you and your daughter held off as much as you could. But soon, as you’d hoped, there was live coverage of your hero cleaning up the city on the Daily Planet.
As he’s said, Clark went back for the people in the prisons, and managed to get the Justice Gang involved to help set everyone free. The portals were immediately shut down too, as they violated many national, international, and intergalactic laws. You knew in the back of your mind that Jimmy and Lois were enjoying the coverage they were getting too.
Because of all of the torment he’d caused, Clark had gone to confront Luthor, who had tried to fight him back. The Engineer, a mutated man, and several of his henchmen all joined as your husband fought tooth and nail to get back to you.
In the meantime, you tried not to stress any more. Especially the closer you got to delivery, you tried to treat the news as just background noise. Now that Clark was back on earth, his home, you knew he had everything under control.
The books and movies hadn’t prepared you for how truly painful everything was as your body prepared for the miracle of life. You knew everything was pushing and stretching to their limit, so you simply tried to listen to your body and to the baby as she wiggled her way out. Ultimately, you were running out of time to wait, and the nurses were getting more and more anxious for you to start pushing. They turned off the news once the doctor came in, ready for you to get things done before it became unhealthy.
Just as your team helped you into the most comfortable position to help you push, another nurse ran into the room.
“Mr. Clark Kent is in the waiting room, do you want him in here?” She asked you.
You didn’t hesitate in nodding, letting out an exasperated, “Yes, please.”
The door opened again, revealing Clark in a hospital gown. His hair was disheveled in windblown curls, and his glasses were just barely past his nose, like he’d put them on at the last second. But a wide smile graced his features as he looked at you and rushed in.
He bent down to your side, leaving a swift kiss to the top of your head, speaking breathlessly, “I’m here.”
Small tears sprang to your eyes as you nodded, placing your hand in his, “You’re here.”
It felt like hours that you sat there pushing. And by all means, it probably took several hours. Eventually, all of the pressure seemed to release. You let go of Clark’s hand you’d been holding on tightly to, and it felt as if you were finally able to take in air.
And then, three tiny sobs erupted in the room, louder than all of the doctor’s chatters.
Clark’s eyes locked with yours as his warm hand came up to caress your cheek. Despite how exhausted you looked with sweat soaking through your gown, he was smiling the widest you’d ever seen; his dimples popping as he took in the sight of you.
“You are the bravest, and strongest person I know, Mrs. Kent.” With gentle fingers, he carded his hand through your hair, “Thank you, for never giving up on us.”
A sob erupted from you as well as you reached up to weave your fingers into his raven hair as well, “I would never.”
Before either of you could say anything else, the nurses approached you with a small being in their hands, smiling at the two of you. They set her down on your chest gently as the tiny thing started to let out softer bubbles of noise from before.
Your daughter, with bright blue eyes, stared up at the two of you for only a moment. In your arms, she seemed to settle just enough to cautiously look around her at the new world she was thrust into. Her tiny eyebrows were etched in permanent confusion before shutting her eyes tight, making you let out a wet laugh.
She looked like a perfect mix of the two of you; your hair and nose, even your skintone. Just behind the baby fat, you could see two dimples on either side of her cheeks. She looked just like Clark with strikingly beautiful features.
“Hi, little lady,” Clark murmured, taking all of her in. With a small hand, she reached up just as your husband gave her one of his fingers. She quieted her sniffles for just a few moments as her own fingers touched him, wrapping around tightly. He let out a small laugh, “What a strong grip.”
As you watched father and daughter interact for that moment, it made you think of your own Father and how he would’ve been so happy to meet the baby. In that same instant, one of his favorite songs of all time popped into your mind: one you’d actually heard fairly recently in the Guitar Man album.
Aubrey by Bread.
“What about the name Aubrey?”
The rumble of your chest caught the baby’s attention, and her blue eyes shot open again, taking a good look at you. You cooed to her gently, getting choked up at the pure sight of her being there.
“Aubrey.” Clark confirmed in a whisper as he looked at the bundle in your arms, “Welcome to earth, Aubrey.”
As he pressed his head to yours, you finally felt at ease.
***
After some bonding time with your baby, you had finally gotten a good amount of sleep in the hospital. It was important that you did, as the stress from being in the pocket dimension had elevated your heart rate into abnormal levels during birth. Even though everything ended up being okay, you were on a pretty strict rest schedule.
Clark took over most while you were asleep, of course. He tried not to jostle little Aubrey much as she was also getting some much needed newborn rest in. But, she didn’t seem to mind sleeping in her Dad’s strong arms, cuddling close to his chest. She was small enough to fit in only one of Clark’s hands, so seeing him use the utmost care around her as she slept made you fall in love all over again.
The more you looked at him, though, the more you could see that he still looked sick. He really wanted to be better now that he was in contact with the sun. Still, he felt cautious that he didn’t want to spread anything to his precious baby. So, in the time you were awake, he’d have Aubrey nurse with you to make sure she wasn’t going to get sick immediately until he had some time to heal. Just in case.
Clark called his parents a couple of hours after she was born, putting them on facetime for the both of you, letting them know that their beautiful granddaughter was in the world a little early. He had to cover the speaker as you could hear Ma’s excitement on the other line from miles away. Martha promised that she and Pa were on their way as soon as they possibly could.
“We’re proud of you both.” Pa mumbled before the line went dead.
At some point in the evening, Clark went to the apartment for you to grab the things you hadn’t been able to get yet, like a change of clothes and the t-shirt blanket you’d been making. In the time he was there, he also saw the damage that had been done and apologized for the mess, promising he would fix it. And by all means, he did. After dropping your items off for you in the hospital, your husband disappeared for a little while longer, only to appear again a couple of hours later.
The next morning, when you finally were released from the hospital and were able to go home, you found that your husband had done his best to quickly replace and clean everything so you could have a functional living room for the baby.
Clark gave you a pretty big breakfast once you arrived, making you and the baby relax on the couch. On the tray that he presented to you was a small vase of flowers and a folded Newspaper - Clark’s doing written all over it.
With the baby in your arms, Clark unfurled the paper for you, and on the front cover was a picture of Superman flying high in the sky. It was an article written by Lois Lane, and on the top in bold letters, were the words:
Superman Saved by Heroic Bystander
As you read the article, you read in Clark’s words how he’d gotten captured by Lex Luthor and his psychotic gang of henchmen. He described being imprisoned in another dimension along with all of those supposed missing people for his supposed “harem” that all ended up being Luthor’s ploy.
“Although the message my parents sent with me to Earth is real, there was never any Harem, and there never will be. All of those innocent people were already in families of their own. In fact, one of the brave ladies helped me in my time of weakness, despite her pregnancy.” Superman said, “I can’t thank her enough, and I hope she understands that if she helps her kids as much as she helped me, then they’ll always be in good hands.”
You stopped reading, only to pull Clark in closer to you. You pressed a soft kiss on his lips and carded your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You saved me enough times, it was time for me to return the favor.”
Clark laughed, shaking his head at you, “Let’s promise not to do it for each other for a while… A long while.”
Gently, you handed Aubrey over to your husband as you started to eat the breakfast food in front of you. He smiled at her, cooing just above a whisper before turning to you again.
“I’m sorry about your record player, sweetheart,” Clark said, adjusting as the tiny being began to wiggle in his arms, just as she normally did when she heard his voice, “I know that meant a lot to you.”
You shook your head, watching as he left a kiss on Aubrey’s soft head. You smiled to yourself, watching the father-daughter exchange sweet looks to each other.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, anyway. Besides, it’s the music that means a lot to me.”
“Well, we can build up your collection again, just like we did for my Pa.” Clark said with a small shrug, “For now, we can listen to Spotify.”
As you ate, the superhero pulled out his phone, careful of the newborn he was shifting around. For a moment, he looked through his playlists and as he searched, you couldn’t help but feel like he looked like such a natural Dad. He smiled when he eventually came across what he was looking for.
Sitting back, you leaned against the love of your life as he held your baby securely in his arms. The guitar chords of the song Aubrey filled the living room through his phone speaker, and you couldn’t help but feel a lump form in your throat.
“I love you, Sweetheart.” He murmured, “You and Aubrey.”
You bent over to kiss him gently, “We love you too, Clark. So much.”
He nodded, pulling you both closer, "I know."
~And Aubrey was her name~
end a.n. thank you guys for reading!!! I honestly just love a cutesy story, and I hope you guys who read this love that sort of thing too. Especially with a sweetie like Clark Kent :))! As always, let me know what you think in the comments!! I don't have an epilogue planned for this one sadly, but if you'd like to see one, shoot me some ideas! or just ideas for Superman in general <3 also thanks @sp0ck136 for brainstorming with me on this!
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Howdy y’all~ apologies for being MIA. Truth is is I’ve just had terrible writers block since I got back. Every time I sit down to write, I’ll write a little before getting distracted and haven’t finished anything yet.
I see your requests, and I’m working on them! It’s just been a slow process to work my way back up. Next time I post, it’ll be a story! Promise!
Here’s a pic of some ducklings I took in Central Park as a small offering 🙂
L. O. Fucking. L. What a 36 hours this has been for me, if only y’all knew the half of it!
Longest story short is that we got stuck in New York for another day than planned! Amazing and super fun? Yes! But also incredibly stressful. Now, I am finally home :))
Hey y’all, I kinda dropped the ball on scheduling posts before nyc so I’m sorry about that! I know I don’t have to, but I like to let y’all know what’s going on :)
In the meantime, I figured y’all would like a tiny fun fact about A Duras Penas (it’s been a minute!)
There are several reasons why reader was based in NYC with the most obvious being the song “NUEVAYoL” but the other reason I chose it is because the city also holds a special significance to me :)
Readers apartment was based on the friend’s apartment I stayed in the first time I ever came in 2019 - spent a good chunk of my time in Washington heights above a cute little deli :) and then the hotel where Benito’s family “stayed” in was based on Hotel Shocard in Times Square - the hotel my partner and I stayed in when we got engaged in 2024! There was a little Irish pub downstairs that’s connected with the same elevator :)))
Anyways, just a couple of tidbits to hopefully get you by!!
hiii I saw your requests were opened again and wanted to request bad bunny taking reader to the Madonna Inn for Valentines Day’s to make things official💖💕✨
Hi bb!!! I loved this prompt, and I have posted it here for you :))
I took official more as official-official so I hope this is what you were kinda looking for Anon, but the Madonna Inn is definitely a main character :))
notes. a request from a beautiful anon! they suggested something where you and Benito make things official at the madonna inn! I took that as more official than maybe they were asking. So I hope y'all like!!
tags. bad bunny x gn!reader, blurb, established relationship, a lot of fluff :)
Benito had been secretive to you for weeks, and it was driving you insane. All you knew is that you were going on vacation - just the two of you.
Both of you had met during a music festival a little over two years ago. You were a pretty big influencer just doing your thing - taking pictures, making tiktoks - and just so happened to run into Benito, who was just there to support fellow musicians. Immediately, the two of you hit it off. That night, you talked to each other non-stop, and almost every night since too. The two of you began to find every opportunity to spend time together.
Somewhere in the mix, feelings started to arise between the both of you, slowly and steadily. For the first year, you’d been flirting pretty heavily with each other. And yet, either one of you had been too scared to make the first move. However, the two of you continued to do just about everything together: Knicks games, fashion shows, or even just concerts as long as it was with you.
Except you couldn’t deny that there was something in the air. Passive looks at you and sweet touches on your thigh never went unnoticed. Especially moments where the two of you would get just a little too close to each other’s lips. It wasn’t until almost exactly a year after knowing you that he gave you the kiss you’d been dying for. And finally, your feelings for each other were out and bared.
The two of you were dating, but only very technically behind closed doors. Neither of you wanted to give up the image the two of you had built separate from each other, and both of you understood that very well.
Though, that didn’t stop the growing feelings the two of you had for each other while alone. Benito made you feel like the only person in the world when he was with you. It became harder and harder to deny to masses of people that the two of you weren’t seeing each other. Especially when both of you refused to see anyone else.
A few weeks before, when he had first suggested the vacation, he had taken your hand and asked if you wanted to spend the weekend with him, which you happily agreed to. When you started to ask any sort of question, he’d give you a smirk and a shake to his head, telling you he had it all figured out.
“Ya lo sabrás más tarde.”
The weeks leading up to the vacation, he kept his secret close to his chest, teasing you that he had knowledge that you didn’t. It was annoying at first, but you couldn’t help but get really excited for what was to come.
The morning of your vacation, Valentine’s Day, Benito drove the two of you alone in his BMW. There was no security to be seen, which you gave him a look for, since nowadays it was almost a given. He’d shrugged at you innocently, giving you a short sarcastic answer,
“¿Quieres que seamos solo nosotros dos o no?”
You two set off, only to get on a plane shortly after. To keep the secrecy alive, he’d ordered something private and had asked the staff not to mention where they were going.
It wasn’t until you landed sometime mid-day that you realized you were in California. You could easily tell by the mountains and palm trees everywhere as Benito drove the two of you to your destination.
When the car approached the Madonna Inn, you knew something was really up the boricuan’s sleeve.
Benito knew that from a young age you’d always wanted to stay at the Madonna Inn, as it always seemed like a place for royalty. You’d talked about it practically since you’d met him, but had never found the occasion to stay.
Again, you tried to give a look to your boyfriend, but he could only smile at you at that point. He pulled the car up to the front for the valet to take it, letting you get out and take a look around at the front.
First thing, Benito gave all of your luggage to the front to take up to your room as he personally guided you around the grounds. Although he didn’t know much about the place, he was happy to listen to you ramble on about the facts and cool history.
Slowly, he started to give away the parts of the vacation he knew you could look forward to, like going to a spa the next morning, visiting the pool, or even going to the equestrian center. But that night, he still had one more secret.
Benito kept you occupied until the sun started to set and his reservation for dinner got closer. Finally, he took you up to the room where the both of you would be staying for the night.
You all but gawked as soon as you walked in. Benito had booked the “Love Nest”, an all pink room with gorgeous furniture, a cupid above the bed, and an even prettier view on the balcony; it was definitely made for royalty.
Although you felt like you could devour him then and there, he calmed you and made you change into something fancier for dinner. Letting you have a few moments, he told you he would meet you downstairs in the steak house when you were ready.
The dining room was just as beautiful as the suite with beautiful carnations everywhere. It was also just as blindingly pink, but you were quite in love with it while living out your royal fantasies. Benito stood at the entrance in a handsome suit, waiting for you along with the waitress. He took your hand delicately and led you along with her to your table, but before you even got there, you noticed the table was already set with foods and drinks Benito had trusted you would love.
As the two of you sat and had a lovely meal together, you couldn’t help but feel your love for Benito start to soar. All of those months of keeping everything to yourselves felt especially trivial as you looked at him in his chocolate eyes.
When the desert came out, you felt tears prick at the back of your eyes. Just below the pink champagne cake Benito had ordered you were words written in red gel frosting.
Happy Valentine's Day ¿Te casarías conmigo, mi amor?
You looked up as Benito stepped out of the booth to kneel in front of you, pressing his chest up against your knees to then present a ring in a pink encasing for you as he also took your hand.
“Te necesito en mi vida, y necesito que todo el mundo, incluido tú, lo sepa. Marry me. Be mine. No more secrets.”
You could only nod your head, whispering a thousand yes’ as you threw your arms over his shoulders. The restaurant around you burst into applause as they figured out what was happening, but you had your face buried deep in Benito’s chest, hugging him closer than ever.
That night, after utilizing the Lover’s Nest with your new fiance, you decided to finally post a picture of the two of you as an official couple. You held up your hand with the ring on it while kissing his cheek and snapping a photo for your story.
Tenemos un secreto…
end a.n. ugh Benito being a pamperer is such a dream <3 anyways, I hope you guys like and let me know what you think!
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Sorry everyone for being MIA this week! I'm going to NYC this weekend with my fam so preparing for that has been more taxing than I thought :) I'll be getting some writing done tonight, hopefully to post and maybe even learn to schedule while I'm gone!
You're happy - happier than you ever felt in your life - it's just life that for you was going fast. Everything seems to be happening all at once, and you attempt to keep your whits about you. Of course, Clark is your saving grace through it all, and you couldn't imagine doing life without him. Maybe even for the rest of your life.
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notes. hello sweet people! ahhhh I've been nervous to post these later parts!! like I said in the last part, I hope this isn't coming off as lazy time skips! then again, I'm my harshest critic lol. So anyways, let me know if you guys like this part in the comments hahaha
tags. clark kent (superman) x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, close to the movie AU, mentions of a deceased father, some violence, talk of sickness, clark being a cutie.
Attuned.
That’s how you would describe Clark Kent: always attuned.
Over the past year, once all of the secrets were out and bared, you noticed just how attuned he was not just to the people he loved - with you - but to the world in general. Presumably, he noticed just about everything. He could tune into pretty much anything at any given time, quite literally, but he always seemed to have an ear on you.
There were much bigger things in his attunement to the world too. Whether it was his parents needing attention in Kansas, or when he heard the cries of people around the world, he was there in a flash, ready to help. It was truly magnificent to you how he could do it all and still have time to come and cuddle with you at your apartment.
He was the best partner you’d ever had in your life, and you’d never felt happier.
Clark was a pure soul; always ready to help at a moment’s notice. There were little things, like how he could sense when you were stressed. You wouldn’t even have to say anything, as he could already see and feel every minute change in your body. Sometimes, it was like he could tell when you would be sad before you even felt the emotion.
Clark was sweet and encouraging; he would breathe out statements like “Wow” and “Golly” when he saw you in basic clothing like sweats and a t-shirt, making you feel like a million dollars. He complimented you often; your looks, your style, your big heart. He loved all of it, and made sure you knew it.
He was also a kiss stealer. He prided himself in being a gentleman to you, but more often than not, he loved to simply peck your lips with a soft kiss at any given moment. Typically without warning, though you’d gotten pretty good at expecting them.
It was hard to wrap your mind around being in love with the embodiment of the Sun. But Clark never let you live in those insecure moments for too long if he could help it. With the patience and understanding of a saint, he’d describe and show you all of the ways in which he wanted you. The way he held you, and the way his bright blue eyes met yours every time, made you feel like you were tethering him to the earth itself.
Every day, it felt like you were gravitating towards Clark. He was like a melody, low and slow, always playing in the back of your mind. Just as easy as it was to gravitate towards a song over and over, it was like you could physically feel the pull of wanting to be with Clark too.
The night of your one year anniversary, he took you to a beautiful restaurant and asked if he could move in with you. He knew how important your apartment was to you. You had spent almost all of your life in that tiny space. So it was touching to you that he wanted to share that with you. Of course, you didn’t have any issue with that.
Within a week, he was moving into your place. He was patient and always supportive of the way you moved the space around. Although you weren’t giving up your old apartment completely, you still grieved the place you once shared with your father. Clark knew this and would always let you grieve however you saw fit, giving you his shoulder in your most vulnerable moments.
He even offered to give you more time, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted to move forward too, and with Clark by your side, you hoped that it would be easier.
He’d already been slowly leaving things at your apartment anyway, like a toothbrush and clothes, so moving in was even easier than you thought. Within a day or two, he’d already filled your space with everything he needed.
You found quickly that life couldn’t have been more perfect while living with Clark. It was certainly a big adjustment, but soon, it became easy to attune to his life as well.
You became accustomed to life with a superhero, as it wasn’t as action packed as you once thought. Clark was very protective of you, and made sure to keep his “work” life separate from home. Instead, you helped provide in the more human aspects of his life, and you couldn’t have been more thrilled to do so. Even before his most dangerous missions, you made sure he was sent off with a kiss and a hug, telling him how proud you were of him. Or if he needed to let off steam, you were there to listen.
Even for the strongest man in the world, he longed for the mundane, and in living with him, you got to see that a lot more. One of the things you got to see most was the adoration he had for his family.
Almost every day, he spoke on the phone with Martha and Jonathan - his Ma and Pa. Unabashedly, he’d speak to them freely and loudly on speakerphone. He loved telling them about his day and they loved to tell him about theirs.
The first time you spoke to them over the phone was slightly overwhelming. It was the first day after Clark had moved in his things, and his Ma had asked if she could speak to you. It was funny hearing her gush to you over the phone, speaking about how it was “‘aught time” to meet you. Pa was on the other end of the line as you found out, but only from the one word answers he gave to Ma.
Most days after that, talking to his parents became more of a normal routine. You’d say hi over the phone, and like clockwork, they - well, mostly Ma - would ask when the two of you were coming down to see them. However, they were sweet too, wanting to hear about your day just as much as Clark’s. It was new and strange to you, this close-knit, loving family dynamic. But you adored it all the same.
One night, a little while after Clark had moved in, the two of you were on your now shared couch in your living room. After you made dinner together, you turned on the news for a while and had put on a record, which had slowly become your tradition. On quiet nights like that one, you found yourself tangled together on the couch, simply talking and basking in each other’s presence while you had him.
The two of you were making plans for the weekend, as you were finally going to drive down with Clark to meet Martha and Jonathan. It was going to be a get away for those two days, but it was exciting to you as you’d never left the state.
Not only were you leaving the state, but you were going to get to stay on Clark’s family farm, and get to learn how he grew up.
Somehow though, as you made your plans, the topic of marriage had made its way into the conversation, and more specifically, what was preferred from the both of you. It wasn’t the first time Clark had casually brought up the prospect of marriage. The two of you loved each other, more than you thought you had capacity to love, so it didn’t quite alarm you when he asked what you wanted.
“I’m perfectly fine with getting eloped.” You said over the sounds of Steely Dan in the background, “Nothing fancy. Just a courthouse, us, some family, and then we’re done. Weddings feel like big parties to me.”
“What?” Clark had all but gasped at the answer. “It’s more than a big party. It’s a celebration of love.”
You laughed a little, sitting up to run your fingers through his raven curls, “An elopement is still a celebration. It’s just not as… much.”
Clark rolled his eyes, a smirk evident on his face, “Weddings are too much?”
He was murmuring, knowing the low hum of his chest really drove you mad. You could see through the game he was starting to play; the mischievous glint in his eyes almost certainly gave him away. He was going to try and butter you up to the idea he wanted. It wasn’t something he did often, maybe making it all the more obvious, but it typically worked to some capacity.
Before he could say anything else, you shrugged him off, letting go of his neck. You fell back onto the couch, trying to avoid his eyes, “I just don’t need a show, you know?”
“Call me old fashioned…”
His voice was soft, just above the music, as he started to crawl up the couch, hovering over your body. His big, warm hands encompassed your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a breath of surprised air and the raven haired man simply smiled. It started to make you a little lightheaded.
“It’s a tradition humans have done for centuries. I want that. I don’t want to just sign the paper and kiss, but… I imagine a big Kansas wedding with all of our friends, maybe in a nice field out somewhere with pretty wildflowers everywhere. I would like to spend the day with our friends and family and… you. I want to see you in the dress, cut the cake, show you off. Wouldn’t you want that too?”
You weren’t sure why, exactly. In the past few days before that conversation, you had started to feel a little different. Not a bad difference, exactly. Just… different. Every time you looked at Clark, you felt an uncontrollable surge of love, and all of these floods of beautiful emotion would overtake you. You would want nothing more than to be as close as possible to him.
However, sometimes the love you felt for him would make you feel dizzy. Almost nauseous if you thought too hard. Exhaustion was starting to hit you hard, especially at the end of the day, but you chalked it up to the stress of all of the planning. Maybe it was the lightheadedness or the lovely speech, but tears started to fill your eyes much quicker than you could stop them.
“Hey, hey, hey…” Clark cooed, moving his hands up to wipe the tears that spilled over your cheeks, “We don’t have to keep talking about this. I… I haven’t even proposed yet. I’m sorry I brought this up.”
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears. Quickly, you shook your head in protest, “No, it’s okay. I-I don’t know why I started crying like that.”
His large hands released from your waist, laying you back down. You quickly drew in a few extra deep breaths, trying to steady the whip of emotions. Although it was a magnificent image, the more you thought about being married in general - especially to Clark - the more emotional you felt. It was just too much for you to handle at the moment, and you couldn’t understand why.
Clark’s bright eyes flickered around your body, silently asking permission to look you over. He’d always been quick in offering you to help look for any ailments, but was always respectful of your privacy unless he needed to step in. You held up your hands in protest.
“I’m okay,” You said quietly, “I’m just tired.”
He sighed, “Okay. I’m sorry for making you upset.”
“I’m far from upset,” You murmured, pressing your hand against his chest, “You made me happy. Too happy.”
He smiled wide at that, placing his hand over yours.
“Then, why don’t we rest some tonight and… maybe talk more about it another time?”
Wiping more tears away, you smiled back at him.
“Okay…”
***
That weekend, the two of you finally found some time in his crazy life to take you down to Kansas and meet his parents. The two of you had packed your things, slightly rushed by the burly man’s excitement, and decided to make a short weekend trip of it.
Just before dawn, the two of you set out towards Smallville.
For the first hour of the drive, the two of you bickered about what music to listen to. He wanted to listen to The Mighty Crabjoys, and you wanted to listen to anything else. He won the battle - or perhaps you conceded - and you ended up listening as Clark sang along.
“You’re getting to see all of my childhood.” he said with a shrug, “Which means TMC.”
You laughed, “I just feel like I’ve experienced this part of your childhood before.”
“What did you expect?” He bit his lip, trying to contain his smile, “I thought you liked all music, Miss Record Store?”
“I don’t mind The Mighty Crabjoys, they’re just not ‘poster on my wall’ worthy.”
“You’re mean and you’ll be asleep soon anyway.” He huffed.
“You’re wrong, Superman.” you said, sticking out your tongue.
He was right, though.
It took a while, but eventually the sounds of the car, the music, and Clark’s quiet humming - purposeful or not - put you to sleep. You woke up when a large hand quietly slipped into yours. Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with Clark’s bright eyes and smile.
“We’re here, meanie.” He said with a small chuckle.
Feeling disoriented, you looked outside the window.
The image in front of you was like a painting come to life; A small farmhouse sat in the middle of an open pasture. The space around was wide open with green fields, quite literally for miles, despite the small barn a little ways back.
The larger man bent across the console to leave a kiss on your cheek.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just taking it in for a sec.” you breathed, “This is where you grew up?”
“It was,” He said gently, a small hum escaping him, “My earliest and fondest memories are here on this farm. In the house, and especially at the barn.”
“Your parents… I-I’ve never been anywhere like this. How do I act? What should I say?”
The weight of meeting your boyfriend's parents was one thing. But it was suddenly sinking in that you were not at all in your element. And on top of all of that, these were the people that raised Clark - Superman - for God’s sake.
“You don’t have to do or say anything at all. They would love you, because I love you.” He buried his face in your neck, “You’re overthinking it. You’ll see.”
The raven haired man left a few kisses against your shoulder before getting out. At superhuman speed, he went around to open the door for you. You looked at him incredulously as the door was open before you could even blink. He just gave you a smirk and a wink.
“I get to be a little more… myself here.”
Dazed, you stepped out of the car.
Clark grabbed both of your bags from the bed of his truck and led you to the front of his parents house.
Both of his parents emerged from the door to greet you before you even made it halfway. Martha was already running towards Clark with open arms, loud, with utmost southern love for her boy. Jonathan, on the other hand, approached you slowly. He was in a typical farmer’s outfit - all starched jean overalls, a flannel, and boots.
“Welcome, dear, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He said with a deep southern drawl.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you too, sir.”
The burly man chuckled, “No need for the formalities, hon, we’re all family here. You can call me Pa.”
“And don’t you dare call me anything but Ma, hun.” Martha had spun around from Clark - who had the biggest, sweetest smile on his face - to join in on the conversation. She stepped forward towards you, smiling, “It’s too good to meet you, sweetie, and see your lovely face for the first time in person. I see what Clark means. The pictures do you no justice. You’re very beautiful, darlin’.”
“Ma…” Clark whined.
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your cheeks heating up, “Thank you… Ma.”
Martha eventually gave you the tour of the house, walking you through each room and apologizing if anything was unorganized, all while telling you short stories about Clark. Like how a small Clark’s certain heat vision nearly caught the guest bed on fire. Or in his room, when he was a teenager, how his uncontrollable flight caused him to put a hole in the ceiling.
It was baffling how nonchalant they spoke about Clark and his powers at home. To his parents he wasn’t Superman. This was just their baby boy and their everyday life.
After you all had dinner around the table - homemade salisbury steak, greens, and apple pie - you helped Ma clean up around the table as Pa and Clark went out onto the back porch to talk for a while. Once all the dishes were cleaned and the desert was set, the four of you went into their living room to chat some more. Ma and Pa shared more embarrassing stories of Clark to his dismay. His cheeks were nearly the color of his bright red cape, but he still laughed along with them.
Soon, the light of day was burnt out and a near complete silence fell over the farm. Ma and Pa retired to their room for the night, but not before giving both Clark and you a goodnight kiss on the forehead.
You fell asleep with Clark in his childhood room, listening to the symphony of crickets outside.
The next morning, like the one before, Clark woke you up just as soon as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Purples and oranges filtered through the window of the room, casting a magnificent glow.
“Hey sleepy head,” He whispered in your ear, “I want to show you something.”
“Where are we going?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
The superhero didn’t answer you as he helped you slink out of bed and started your way outside. He didn’t make you change from your old t-shirt (which was Clark’s) and sweatpants (also Clark’s). He, himself, was only wearing sweatpants, an undershirt, and a flannel. Nothing fancy either.
He grabbed your hand, so softly you barely knew it was there until your fingers were pressed together. It brought your attention back to him and he smiled wide at you. With just his head, he motioned to the barn just off in the distance.
It wasn’t a long walk - maybe the equivalent of a city block - but the vast open space made everything look much bigger. The morning sky went on for miles; something you would never see in Metropolis.
Clark stopped the two of you at the wide open barn doors, just enough to see inside. It wasn’t anything too marvelous, but immediately, the entire building told you more stories about Clark. Holes were in the roof and the sides of the weathered wooden walls. Fabrics were tucked away in the furthest corner - fabric that looked a lot like the kind used on his suit. Haybales littered the walls of the barn, and soft chirps from animals could be heard all around.
“This barn is home to me,” Clark mused as he stopped you both.
He took your hands in his, catching your gaze.
“It’s the place where I learned how to control my powers without scrutiny. I was in this barn when I decided I wanted to move to Metropolis and not hide myself away…” He took in a quivering breath. “And the place where I wanted to ask you the most important question of my life.”
Gently, he turned you toward him, taking both of your hands in his large ones. Your eyes were blown open; the sleep that had lingered earlier was long gone, and now you were wide awake.
Clark - beautiful, precious Clark - knelt down on his knee.
He started with your name, his blue eyes already getting misty.
“You’re my home now. We’ve been talking about weddings and marriage because I found the person I want to spend every day of my life with, and I realized that so early on. I want you in every way. You’re the kindest, funniest person I know. And Golly, you’ve made me a better man. You’ve allowed me to be the man I want to be - outside of the powers, and outside of the suit. And I want to continue to be that man for you, now and forever.”
From his pocket, he produced a simple diamond ring.
“Will you marry me?”
His familiar blue eyes sparkling as he waited for you to answer, but your answer was already spilling out before you could think; you already knew you wanted this too.
You wanted him.
“Yes, Clark, I’ll marry you.” you said, barely holding it together, ‘Of course, I will.”
“Thank you.” He whispered like a prayer.
Clark stood and grabbed your hand to place the ring on your finger. It was barely on before you launched yourself onto him, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you tightly by the waist, bringing you impossibly close to him. He carded his hand through your hair, grounding you to him.
It felt like you couldn’t let go of each other; like letting go would shatter the blissful moment you were sharing.
Eventually, you were the one to break away and finally look at Clark. His dimples were nearly imploding on his face with how hard he was smiling. He had a sort of dopey, love-drunk look in his eyes that only made your heart swell even more.
Without warning, he dipped his head to meet your neck. He left a trail of wet kisses up your skin until his lips met yours once again, hungrier. You could feel your brain turning to mush as it normally did when he kissed you hard like that. He made quick work of the sweatshirt you wore, pulling it above your head with one hand.
“Mrs. Kent,” he murmured slowly, like he was testing out the sounds on his tongue, “You’ll be my wife...”
Goosebumps appeared as he kissed behind your ear. You loved hearing the new surname just as much as he did. Pulling away slowly, Clark reached up to grab your jaw with his fingers. It was firm, never forceful, to get you to look at him; really look at him. His smile was unwavering.
“Say you’ll make love to me, future Mrs. Kent.” He smirked.
A smile slowly grew on your face as well, “Say you love me, first.”
“I love you.”
He said the words like the earth would swallow him whole if he didn’t.
“I love you too.”
Clark hummed as you grabbed his flannel collar. He bent down, meeting you halfway, and kissed you once more. His hands found your hips, locking you beneath him firmly, and leading you further into the barn.
***
The two of you had spent the weekend with Ma and Pa in pure bliss.
They were of course the first people you told about your engagement. The two of them were very congratulatory of you both, taking you out to eat and gushing over all of the little details about marriage. Especially since they had been married for a long time, they had a lot of stories to tell.
And for the first time, you found yourself wanting to have a wedding.
Talking about it with them made you feel excited. Just as Clark had said; the cake, the dress, the flowers… it was all starting to sound fun. And to yourself, you began to think that it was just another testament to how much you loved Clark, and how much Clark loved you.
However, once you and Clark got home, things for you were not as blissful.
It started the morning you got back when you woke up extremely late for work. In the near two years you had worked for Metrecordlis, you’d never once been more than five minutes late. But that morning, you were woken up by your phone blaring on the nightstand.
Groggily, you peeled your eyes open to see B-Dog calling. It took too long for you to answer before it went to voicemail, but you were able to see the time, seeing that you were already over an hour late.
Panicked, you shot out from under your covers, calling your boss back to explain to him that you were on your way. He was normally a very calm person, but B-Dog was understandably very irate with you at the moment. He was practically yelling at you to get into the store as quickly as you could.
As you threw on clothes, you felt a wave of nausea hitting you. You could feel your entire body shaking at the thought of being fired. It was your first mistake - surely, your boss wouldn’t take it out on you that much, right?
Before you could even leave the apartment, you got sick in the bathroom, expelling the little content you had in your stomach from the night before. Tears began pricking at the back of your eyes again as embarrassment swept over you as well.
Your phone began to ring in your back pocket.
Shakily, you rose to your feet and began to quickly wash up. By the time you pulled your phone out to answer, you’d missed the call once again.
This time it was Clark. He didn’t hesitate in calling again.
“You okay?” He didn’t wait for you to answer. You could tell he was at the Planet by the bustle of noise behind him. He was trying to keep his voice low, “You were knocked out this morning and I just heard you get sick.”
Sometimes you were truly baffled by how much he had an ear on you.
“I overslept,” you said, trying to keep your voice even, “I’m really late for work. I have to get going and B-Dog is so mad at me.”
“Maybe it’s best if you stay home, honey. One more vacation day won't hurt them. Don’t make yourself sick over this.”
“I’m not.”
You started to pant as you tried to talk and put on shoes at the same time. Your voice was still a little rough from sickness, but you didn’t want Clark to add to the mess and fuss over you.
“I’ve missed too many days to skip work again.”
“...Okay. Whatever you feel is best. Drink lots of water today, and don’t overexert yourself.” He let out another breath, “I love you. I can cook something you like tonight, how’s that?”
“Okay,” you sighed.
“It’s all going to be fine, so don’t panic.”
As the line went dead, you shook your head, trying to get rid of the worries you had as you rushed out the door.
Work had always been a good distraction for you when you've been feeling down, but you’d never been stressed because of this job. Hell, you’d never been in trouble with any job in your life. The walk to work felt excruciatingly slow, the nausea still never fully leaving your system. You felt like your feet were trudging along the hot concrete, walking into certain doom.
As you’d feared, your boss was waiting for you at the front of the store, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He glared at you, and when you didn’t say anything, he finally threw his arm up in exasperation.
“What’s your excuse?”
You shook your head, “I don’t have one. I overslept, and I shouldn’t have.”
B-Dog nodded, “Sure as hell shouldn’t have. You’re making your co-workers work extra hard by not being here.”
Once again, you could feel the emotion rising in your chest as your lip started to wobble, “I’m so sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.”
A sigh escaped your boss as his features started to soften, looking defeated, “Look, Inventory is next week, so why don’t you stay a little extra tonight to help and we’ll call it even. Thirty extra minutes won’t kill you.”
You nodded, beginning to thank him profusely. He waved you off, sending you to clock in for the day. Some of the sickness you’d been feeling went away the more your stomach began to untighten, but it still tended to linger throughout your shift.
It was at least a steady day at work, distracting you from your odd feeling. The time went a lot quicker because of the business - there was no time to be staring at the clock. Your coworkers kept you entertained too, though they were mainly making fun of you for sleeping in for part of the day.
Towards the end of the day, you started to help with inventory just as you said you would. It put you a little over an hour past your normal time, but it was the least you felt you could do for messing up everyone else's hours.
Just before you finished up the extra work, however, weird sounds started to come outside. And soon, random people from the streets were running into the shop, just as panicked as you’d felt before.
According to some of the people you let in, there were robots - crazy, deranged robots - that were rampaging across the city.
You quickly turned on the news on the work computer, hooking up the sound so everyone could hear what was going on like a radio broadcast. Gossip began to buzz around from customers as more and more information came out.
It appeared to be another invasion of some sort, but no one could figure out where the robots were coming from. They had only begun to appear within the hour, but from what witnesses said, it looked like they multiplied and built themselves from each other’s parts. When it had started out as just a few of them, now it was more than a hundred.
Luckily, according to the news, the Justice Gang was already on the scene.
On one hand, you could’ve sighed in relief, knowing Superman was there to save the day. But instead, you couldn’t help but think of Clark still. You knew you didn’t have to worry about him like before. He could handle anything, and you knew he would be fine.
But still, that nausea from earlier made it hard to forget that worry.
The city was quick to put out a shelter-in-place alert for an indefinite amount of time, or until the threat was handled. Your boss, coworkers, and you took in some more straggling people off the street before closing the shop. You put on some calm music, just to keep everyone relaxed, and kept the news on in the background.
Thinking about him, you texted Clark:
“Stay safe.”
You didn’t think he’d respond, as there was obviously a much bigger issue at hand. However, his reply back was almost immediate:
“I will. We’re doing what we can. Please stay indoors and stay safe too.”
And then another:
“I love you Mrs. Kent. We’ve got this handled.”
You let out a breath of air you’d been holding since you’d grabbed the phone. You knew he always had it handled.
The events of the day were not helping the waves of sickness, though. You could feel the tension in your body; the nervousness despite having a literal superhero at home doing the most to save the city. Once again, the nausea took over you and you excused yourself to the staff bathroom to heave up nothing a few times.
The commotion outside only seemed to grow louder, and some of the customers started to grow restless. Of course, there was no way to relay what you knew, but you had faith in Clark that everything truly was being handled.
It’s just that, you knew something would happen. It always did.
From somewhere outside, someone came running into the record store, begging for shelter from the robots. Just like everyone else, he was let in and began to hide out with everyone there.
Having little to no knowledge about these things, no one knew that the tiny piece of finger attached to the young man’s backpack would start to reanimate. The growing number of customers made it almost impossible to hear the metal piece slinking off, only to begin growing itself.
It wasn’t until half of its arm had already rebuilt itself that anyone started to notice. Small, microscopic pieces were entering through the cracks in the front door, placing the parts of the robot together like a 3D printer; separated pieces of limbs started to wiggle their way through the crowd until someone finally tried to get it out of the store.
However, it didn’t matter that it was being pushed out. It was already too heavy, like it was rooting itself into the ground. The brave young man who tried to throw the arm out had to eventually give up before he got hurt, being pulled back by other members of the crowd.
You, on the other hand, were stuck in the back near the registers, unable to do much from where you stood.
It dawned on you then that maybe trouble followed you.
Without much time to think, you grabbed the heaviest object you could find and threw it as hard as you could against the back window just behind the registers. Loads of heads turned as the shatter of glass sounded.
You waved your arms in the air, yelling over what must’ve been over fifty bodies in the store.
“This way! Before it builds itself!”
Almost immediately, a stampede started of people trying to get their way out of the store. You and your coworkers stood back, hoping to help as many people get out as possible before the robot fully came to life.
You yelled and screamed at everyone to go faster, and somewhere in the mix, you called for Superman. You had no capacity to think; you could only think of the cozy apartment waiting for you and the tall man that came with it - your home.
You just wanted to get home.
Only a few feet in front of you, the robot made a loud groaning as it scraped across one of the gondolas now that it had a full arm and half of its torso, reaching for the nearest victim. With how heavy and slow it was, the people managed to dodge it as it swiped at them again.
Once again, your brain shut down; all of your thoughts were completely gone as you stared at the giant metal automaton in front of you. It had already destroyed a good chunk of the store with just a few swipes of its arm; years of music and memories were gone in an instant. People were still scrambling out of the window and now the door as fast as they could, trying not to be caught.
Feeling your heart pound in your chest, you watched the robot, still forming together with loud screeches and groans. More of it was made: legs and a half-formed head began to take shape as it began moving its body forward towards you. It was unsteady, like a baby gazelle trying to find its footing, but its red, laser-focused eyes were now set directly on you.
You were so focused on it that you almost missed when the last person exited through the window. The robot let out a loud metallic roar before stepping closer, swiping at the register in front of you.
From behind, you heard your boss and coworkers yelling your name, pleading for you to get through the window. Finally springing into action, you turned and followed their instruction, trying to navigate your way out of the window.
With a thud, you fell through the frame and onto the concrete below, feeling a surging pain in your ankle. You tried your best to get up, feeling your heart pound in your chest. Your coworkers were trying to help you up, but the robot was quick to get its arm through the window.
It locked its long metal fingers around your shoulder, trying to pull you back through. You tried to resist, trying to maneuver your arm out of its grasp, but its grip tightened around your forearm before you could get it free. B-Dog was even throwing heavy rocks at the creature's head, trying to get it away, but it was much too late.
Just below your wrist, you felt a snap.
Suddenly, your arm went ice cold. White, hot pain shot through the rest of your body, causing you to cry out in anguish.
Before another second passed, there was a flash of blue and red between you and the metal figure. The cool touch of the steel on your arm was gone suddenly and replaced with a warmer sensation - too warm. Once your hand was free, you collapsed onto the ground, your other arm grasping tightly where it hurt the most.
Surrounding you, your coworkers began to assess you now that the immediate danger was gone, but you couldn’t let go of your arm for them to examine it. In your pained haze, it was hard to let anyone touch you, afraid the relentless stabbing sensation would only get worse. You held your left arm closer to your chest, but could feel yourself folding in on your body, collapsing over your knees. You tried to breathe through the pain, but it was slowly consuming you all over; blinding you.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Superman tearing the robot apart, piece by piece. There was an anger you’d never seen as his muscles bulged with every rip and tear of the humanoid limbs. His accomplice, Hawkgirl, started to grab the pieces and then fly them above the high-rises. You watched lazily, eyes fluttering. With as many pieces as she could hold, she disappeared into the sky.
The next moment, you blinked and Superman’s shiny red boots were in front of you, gently taking the place of your coworkers doting on you. For a moment, he hesitated, before falling to his knees beside you.
With an eerie calm, Clark placed a hand on your right shoulder, supporting you to sit up some. His hands were firm against you and impossibly warm; a nice, welcome distraction from the pain.
“Ma’am.” His voice was hardened by the situation, a gentle reminder that you weren’t supposed to know each other, “Look at me.”
Glancing up, you met his eyes. Blue as the sky.
Fondness filled your chest at the thought of Clark being there. Your eyes slowly filled with tears, not from the pain, but from relief. Your eyes fluttered again to keep the tears at bay, hoping to catch some of them. You hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes completely until Clark’s hand was on your face.
“Cl–” you stopped yourself, “Superman… I-It hurts so much.”
Without another word, Superman placed his hands around your back and hooked the other under your legs before shooting into the sky. You realized it was the first time he’d ever flown you anywhere, and if you had been anywhere near conscious, you think you would’ve freaked out even more.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” He said over the roar of the wind once he was high enough from any prying ears, his voice strained, “I’m taking you to the hospital. You’ll be in good hands.”
You weren’t sure how long it took to get to the hospital, but it felt like no time at all. With a soft thud, Clark landed in the middle of the opening to the E.R, immediately handing you off to someone else.
“Her Ulna is fractured up near her wrist, but her Radius is mostly intact - a clean break.”
Clark was standing tall above you, the suit making him look majestic, yet full of authority. He spoke to the doctors with urgency, but ease, looking you over because he had to. But as he focused a little harder, he stopped. His eyes flickered around your body for a few moments, silencing himself as he got stuck in place. Clark’s eyes were blown wide open, looking at you like he’d just seen a ghost. His pupils were dilated wide, as if he was looking at you with all the love, admiration, and fear in the world.
Quickly, he looked at the doctor, whispering something to them that you weren’t able to hear, but you caught the one sad look Clark gave you before you fainted.
***
The cold is what ultimately woke you up. Your body was starting to shiver at the frigid air surrounding you, begging for some sort of relief. Once your eyes opened, you were met with the blinding light of hospital fluorescence.
Before you could even take in a second deep breath, Clark was above you and in your direct line of vision. He was no longer in the suit, and his glasses were on. His brows furrowed together, watching you intently, as if you would float away at a moment’s notice. A look of concern crossed his face as his eyes darted around you.
“Hey,” He said gently, “I’m here. You’re okay. Woah–”
Confused, you’d tried to sit up, but was met with a throbbing pain coming from your left arm as you tried to brace yourself. A strong hand came up against your chest, steadily pushing you back down onto the bed. You leaned into the warmth of Clark’s hand.
“Absolutely not, you’re on bed rest for several days.” He gave you a stern look, “You don’t want me to call the nurse, do you?”
“What were those things?” you asked, ignoring his question. You placed your uninjured hand to your head. You rubbed at your temple, feeling a wave of nausea come up again. It was easy to ignore though, especially when your arm hurt so bad.
“Robots. Something from LexCorp we think.” He sighed, “I haven’t been able to prove that, but I’m sure of it…”
“What happened?”
“I wasn’t paying enough attention,” His voice was strained as he thought back on the memory, “I was so focused on defeating those things that I lost track of you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together at him, “But you didn’t. I’m here and breathing, aren’t I?”
“Not my point. I wasn’t quick enough,” He scoffed, gesturing vaguely to your arm, “You’re hurt. Badly.”
You tried to sit up again, but his big hand gently pushed you back down and remained on your shoulder to keep you still.
You frowned at him, “You saved me. A few seconds later and it could’ve killed me.”
“Don’t.” He shook his head stubbornly, “I can’t apologize to you enough. Everything could’ve been okay had I just been listening closer.”
“Stop blaming yourself.” You barked back.
He placed his other hand against your chest, just above your heart. You knew he could hear it anyway, but this only confirmed how fast it was beating as you could now feel it pulsing quick against his palm
Clark hummed, shushing you, “This isn’t something to get worked up about. Not now.”
His calm voice was frustrating while your emotions rose.
“I’m not getting worked up,” you grumbled, taking in a deep breath, “I’m still here because of you. I-I owe you my life. Just… take a compliment.”
The larger man in front of you went silent. A gentle smile grew on his face as he stared back at you with adoring eyes. He let out a small chuckle, and then a hum before leaving your side for only a second to go grab a card and a small brown teddy-bear.
As softly as he could, he placed a hand on the small of your back, allowing you to sit up only the smallest amount. He kept his hand there protectively as he placed the items he’d grabbed into your lap.
First, you grabbed the bear. It was small, almost the size of your palm, but incredibly cute. Next, you plucked the card from your lap. It was obviously hand-made by Clark. There were little drawings of rubber ducks and bottles and pacifiers.
On the front was his handwriting in bubble letters:
You’re going to be the best Mom in the entire galaxy.
As your eyes scanned the paper, Clark, as if he were touching fragile glass, cautiously placed his hand against your stomach. The cold of the hospital room was completely forgotten as you could feel your entire body heating up.
“You don’t owe me your life, because you’re giving me a new one.”
In shock, you moved your hand over Clark’s, wincing when you forgot that it was your injured one.
“I’m pregnant?” You asked, a little shakily. Clark nodded once, “How long have you known?”
“Not long, but I suspected it for a little while,” he murmured. His eyes never left your body, staring intently as if it were changing before him. And maybe it was. “That night on the couch… I thought I could hear their heartbeat. I didn’t want to invade your privacy though. And when I took you to the hospital, I saw them.”
Your eyes widened, “Saw them?”
“They’re so small. Barely there. But now that I know what I’m looking for, I can hear the heartbeat too and… Wow.”
Feeling your breath hitching, you felt your own heart restarting. It was all making so much sense: the nausea, the dizziness, the fatigue. Overwhelmed with new information, you could feel your body tiring itself out again. Clark shushed you, squeezing your hand lightly as he gently pushed you back down onto the hospital bed.
“She’s okay, though?”
The question came from you in a dazed whisper as you felt your consciousness leaving you again.
Clark smiled wider, his eyes becoming glassy, “She, huh?”
“Just a hunch,” you smiled tentatively.
“Rest, honey. You’re on a lot of painkillers. We’ll have a lot to talk about when you wake up.”
You nodded once more, looking up at the beautiful angel of a man before you; the father of your child. It had a nice ring to it, just as much as Mrs. Kent.
“Clark,” you whispered, “We’re having a baby.”
His bright blue eyes sparkled, “We’re having a baby.”
Moving his hand from yours, it was like an electric current as his warm fingers spread across your abdomen again. You felt safe.
Both of you felt safe.
***
You and Clark came up with a compromise.
The two of you were getting eloped at the courthouse in downtown Metropolis. Technically. The only way he agreed to it was under two big conditions:
One, because of the baby, the wedding had to be soon. Clark still wanted things to be as traditional as possible, and if that meant a shotgun wedding, then so be it. So, the date was set only weeks after the robot invasion; twelve weeks into your pregnancy before anyone could be the wiser.
Two - the biggest condition - is that it would be a wedding as much as possible. You would wear the dress, the two of you would cut a cake, and Clark would invite whoever he wanted.
But truthfully, the only thing you cared about anymore was marrying the love of your life.
Your arm was healing rather quickly from the break, but it was still wrapped tightly in a white splint for your wedding day. At least, it was decorated with tiny wildflowers tucked into the openings.
You’d asked if you could get ready on your own, despite Lois and Ma offering to help you with everything. They were there to help with whatever you needed, but you didn’t want to slip up around them. The two of you purposefully hadn’t told anyone you were pregnant yet, hoping to keep it under wraps until after the two of you were married. Or until you simply couldn’t keep it a secret anymore.
You did your own hair and make-up, using your father’s old room and his floor length mirror. You’d gotten comfy on the ground, tucking your legs underneath you, trying to feel normal for a while. Putting on music you loved, you got ready at your own pace.
Once everything was done, and the dress was put on, you stood in front of the mirror. You smiled at yourself, still feeling beautiful despite everything.
There were questions burning in your mind. Not doubts, but worries. What would people think about the two of you having a baby only a few months after your wedding? Having a baby now was so early in your plans with Clark. He was so busy with his work; could this realistically be something you could do?
If only your Father had been there to give you some advice…
“You alright?”
It was Clark’s voice coming through the door. You hadn’t realized you’d just been standing there, staring at your reflection. You knew he could see you through the door when he asked cautiously,
“Can I come in?”
Only having to nod, he opened the door, crossing the room in less than a millisecond.
“What’s wrong?” His concern was heavy in his voice. His eyes were already trailing your body. Lately, any time he looked at you, he was also quietly searching for the baby, “Your heart is going crazy…”
“Nothing’s wrong,” you leaned your head back, trying to keep tears from falling before it ruined the make-up you just put on.
Without volition, your eyes betrayed you as the dam broke; a few more tears spilled from your eyes. Clark reached up to wipe the tears away, trying to be careful of the make-up. You knew you’d have to redo it regardless, but you appreciated the care he still gave you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked again, gentler, swiping a tear away.
You sighed, conceding, “Are we going too fast? I-I mean… just because we’re having a baby doesn’t mean we have to get married right this second.”
“Are you having second thoughts?” Clark asked, his brows furrowing together.
“No!” you shook your head quickly, “I’m just… worried.”
Gingerly, he moved a strand of hair out of your face.
“I know. I am too.” He shook his head, “I don’t think we’re going too fast. We’re trying to make things easier.”
“They’re just all going to gather that it’s a shotgun wedding.”
Clark chuckled, “By all accounts, this is a shotgun wedding.”
You frowned, “What if–”
“Hey, Honey, careful.”
Clark shushed you by placing his hand on the top of your stomach, warm as always. You weren’t showing yet, and it would be a few more weeks before you felt anything move, but you still got butterflies when he doted over the tiny thing growing inside you.
You liked that you were the only two that knew for the time being. There wasn’t anyone asking questions yet, or trying to touch you without permission like you saw with other mothers. For now, it was just your little, growing secret.
Instinctively, your hand found his at the peak of your belly, holding it to you tightly. You took in a shaky breath to try and calm yourself as he rubbed slow circles with his thumb.
“You’re overthinking it. I want to be here. I asked for this.” Clark whispered as you breathed, “If you want, we could cancel right now and it certainly won’t change how I feel about you. I’d marry you before or after the baby, in fifty years… or now. I love you no matter what.”
He turned you to face the mirror, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. Strong waves of emotion hit you again as your bottom lip wavered, listening to him continue.
“My vow to you is that I will do everything I can to do right by our marriage. You and the baby are my top priority. Now and forever. And if this isn’t what you want–”
“No,” a wet laugh escaped you, “No. This is just… hard. I’m scared. And overwhelmed. But I’m also so happy. Happier than ever, and that in itself is scary. It’s hard to imagine myself moving forward without my Dad; and moving forward so quickly at that…”
“I know, sweetheart.” The raven haired man smiled to you solemnly, “You should know, I went to your father’s grave before I asked you to marry me. I spoke to him for over an hour, talking about you, justifying myself to be your husband.”
“You did that?”
Clark nodded, a sparkle in his eye, “Hand to God. Just because he’s not here with us doesn’t mean he’s not still a part of your life - of our life - when he still means the world to you.”
Openly, tears began to spill down your cheeks, “You really are the light of my life, Clark.”
“And you are mine, Sweetheart - my wife.”
He bent down and kissed you gently. When he pulled away, you looked at Clark and the sincerity in his eyes was enough to bring you down. After a moment, you were able to smile at him as you took in a few more deep breaths. Finally, your heartbeat began to steady. You squeezed Clark’s hand, trying to lift your own mood.
“Isn’t this bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”
“I thought we were getting eloped?” He chided. Pulling you close, he rubbed his thumbs against the sides of your stomach again, “Can’t be bad luck if I’m already the luckiest man alive.”
“You’re impossible." you rolled your eyes.
“Impossibly in love,” Clark murmured, taking your hand and lifting it above your head. You laughed lightly as he spun you around until you were facing the mirror again, “You look beautiful, by the way. You’re glowing.”
“Thank you… You’re pretty beautiful too, you know.”
“Your body tells me every time I walk in the room,” He hummed, latching his lips against the skin of your neck lazily, “You should hear your heart when I’m in the suit.”
You rolled your eyes at him, matching his smile. You pulled away from him and began to shoo him out of the room. He left giggling, but not before leaving another sweet kiss on your forehead,
“I’ll be waiting for you. I'll be the one at the end of the aisle.”
You smiled at him and closed the door, feeling a lot better than you had before. You felt like you were able to take in deeper breaths as you began to touch up your make-up from the tears.
You knew Clark actually loved you. And you loved him back just as fiercely. He was going to be the perfect husband and father, and your heart couldn’t help but swoon every time you thought of him, just like he said.
Everything was going to be okay.
In the courthouse, you walked down the aisle, feeling more sure than ever.
Clark, stealing the spotlight as always with his bright blue eyes and handsome stature, wore a triumphant smile; toothy and wide with dimples showing. Tears glistened in his eyes as you walked to him, and you could feel your own eyes starting to betray you as well.
Even though he made it seem like he’d invite the entirety of Metropolis, only a handful of friends were there. Jimmy and Lois were at the front, acting as your best man/maid-of-honor while Ma and Pa sat in the front row. There were also some people in the back that suspiciously looked like the Green Lantern, Hawkgirl… and then Mr. Terrific was just there, mask and all.
You walked slowly, taking it all in before approaching the front. With a smile, you took your husband-to-be’s hands. The raven-haired man gave you a wink as the officiant started the small ceremony.
The both of you stood in front of your friends and family as you gave your vows to each other, quietly and sincerely. Careful of your cast, Clark slipped the wedding band on your ring finger, giving it a soft kiss.
And soon enough, you were announced as husband and wife.
Clark kissed you delicately, his hand floating down to rest on the peak of your belly once more.
“I love you, Mrs. Kent.” He whispered, “Now and always.”
You thought to yourself that life couldn’t get any more perfect.
end a.n. ahhhhh I actually really loved writing this part!! a LOT happened, but I thought it was really sweet and precious and I love a protective dad!clark. I have some ideas for the finale :))) as always, let me know if this sucks (lol) if you would like to be on my Clark Kent/Superman taglist, OR if you have any requests! thanks y'all <3 love y'all to pieces!!
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notes. okay so here is the actual final part of Mujeriego :(( I'm actually really sad to let this one go! I've worked a long time on it, so I'm really happy you guys enjoyed this series too as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 love you all to pieces, and hope you enjoy this epilogue!
tags. bad bunny x fem!reader, slow burn, angst, college AU, mentions of casual sex (always consentual) and drugs and alcohol, mentions of being drunk, some violence, but doesn't get to explicit. the both of you switch between english and spanish often, spanish isn't translated, and spanish is part google translate/part research
Benito fixed his hair in the mirror for what felt like the millionth time. With his fingers, he tried to get the curls to sit the way he wanted them to along his forehead. It had been a minute since he’d put in much effort for his looks. He hadn’t needed to, as you made it known that you liked him in whatever. But this was an important day for you, and he wanted to make sure he looked his best.
He stood a little straighter in the bathroom mirror, checking that his button up shirt was neatly tucked in place and that his belt sat nicely on top of his trousers.
Taking out his phone, he snapped a quick picture of himself with a handsome smile. He leaned against the wall as he pulled up your contact, sending the mirror selfie to you as a small smirk graced his face.
Grabbing his sunglasses, he made his way down the hallway to his parents in the living room. He waved to them before grabbing his keys.
“Muy guapo, Benito.”
His mother gushed as she got up off of the couch, approaching him to give her son a tight hug.
“Gracias Mamá,” the younger man smiled as he squeezed her once.
His father stood as well, clapping Benito on the middle of the back, “Dile ella que lo saludamos. La invitación para que venga a cenar sigue en pie cuando ella quiera.”
A smile graced Benito’s face as he nodded to his parents, “Ella quiere hacerlo, solo que está ocupada con la galería y su graduación. Estoy intentando que venga la semana que viene.”
“Bien. Que te diviertas esta noche.”
His Mother reached up, giving a small pat to Benito’s cheek, making the younger man smile. He bent down again, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to pull her close. They gave each other a long hug, swaying back and forth. When he pulled away, he gave both of his parents another wide smile.
With his keys looped in his fingers, he gave his parents one more wave as he made his way out the door. His parents stood in the doorway watching him leave, smiling wide as he walked out to his car. Behind him, he heard his mother whispering, though he was sure he wasn’t supposed to hear her.
“Ai, por favor, Dios, no permitas que la deje embarazada.”
Benito rolled his eyes as he hopped in his car and quickly roared it to life.
Things around the house had gotten better since him and his parents all talked. Tension still ran high some days, but Benito had been much more open to them about what he’d been feeling in his past. Too much information was shared at times, but he was more open and honest with them than he had been before.
His parents were surprisingly more than understanding too. They’d shared stories of their own youth; even similar stories of fights and flings when they were young as well. It proved to make him feel a lot better, like he didn’t have to be so scared to speak to them.
Overall, a lot of parts of Benito’s life were looking.
Although they still found his dreams a little funny, his parents helped him more than they’d once claimed. They still declared that they wouldn’t financially support him if he wasn’t in college, but that ended up being okay for him.
They housed him at least, and he’d found a nice job near the university in a grocery store - mostly stocking and bagging - that he really liked.
His manager was decent, and his coworkers were really nice. Most of them were older than him by a few years, but he still made some new friends out of the job. His new friends were more well-rounded than the ones in the fraternity; a couple of them even having families. They all mostly talked about sports together - typically about whatever game was on the night before - and Benito found that he liked those discussions a lot more than the talks about girls and booze he’d subjected himself to for years.
Benito also had begun to hang out with Lacy a lot more as well. She actually ended up becoming one of his closest friends; normally if he couldn’t hang out with you, he’d go over to Lacy’s and chill for a while. After the spring break party, the three of you had really hit it off as good friends. She’d reached out to you first to help in the aid of righting everything and ended up telling Benito that she had, indeed, slashed Luis’ tires.
She’d shrugged it off to him when he asked about it, giving him a short answer, “Se lo merecía.” And he knew never to get on her bad side.
As for Luis, Benito didn’t really care much anymore what happened to him.
When you and Lacy had reported him, Luis was expelled from the school. The campus police had done a pretty thorough investigation, even interviewing Benito a while after his talk with the dean. Somewhere in the crowd at the party, someone in the crowd had recorded part of the brawl, and with video evidence it made the case pretty clear cut as self defense. The boricuan didn’t fully get off scott-free; he got a warning mark on his record for battery, but over anything else, it was just a slap on the wrist.
Benito only saw Luis one more time; sometime after getting his job in the grocery store. He had been shopping with some young woman - Benito had to assume it was Luis’ new girlfriend, the poor thing. They were going up and down the isles while the curly haired man was stocking, and the two locked eyes with each other.
There was a moment that he thought Luis would make a quip; something about being employed at a supermarket or maybe even about his tires having been slashed. But the ex-president didn’t say a word. Instead, Luis looked away, trying his best to shrink himself and avoid Benito’s hard gaze as he watched the couple walk by. The boricuan could only scoff to himself, thinking what a pathetic man he truly was.
He was very happy he wasn’t a part of the fraternity anymore. It had really changed his perspective on how most people lived their day to day life, and it wasn’t anything like he had been living. Girls weren’t just throwing themselves at him, he wasn’t throwing himself at girls, and no one was pressuring him to go out and drink all day. There was nothing to gain anymore from any of those things anyway.
Now, everything was slower; much more palatable.
And that was thanks to you.
That night was your capstone gallery; a night dedicated just for you to show off all of the hard work you’d put in towards your degree. Pieces of artwork you’d made throughout your college career were going to be showcased, as well as your main end of year project: your Eros and Psyche painting.
Of course, Benito had been seeing you pour hours upon hours into the painting by then. Over the weekends in April, he’d stayed at your dorm, and he got to watch you paint in your little corner. He’d get a kick out of you hunched over, adding little details in unconventional colors that made the painting more than magnificent.
Sometimes, he’d bring his laptop with him so you could hear the songs he made, playing them out loud. Or, just like in Maya, he would sing out loud to you, wanting to hear your reaction to the lyrics he made up.
He’d never had someone to share hobbies with, and he found that it was what made part of your relationship so exciting.
The day before your gallery, Benito had helped you set up the space the way that best suited you and showed off all of your artwork. It was technically the second time he was driving up to campus that day, as he’d stayed overnight with you to make you feel more at ease. While you got ready in the morning, Benito had quickly gone back to his parents house to shower and change before heading back to you.
It was completely inconvenient. Later, he would just use that as an excuse as to why he should live closer to you.
Parking outside of your dorm, Benito quickly got out and made the walk through the campus to your art class, which was going to be your gallery for the day. He knew he was going to be early, just as he’d planned, hoping to get a few quiet moments with you. Quickly, he took a glance at his phone, seeing that he had about an hour left before the event started, and that you hadn’t yet answered to his selfie.
He smiled to himself as he walked, thinking about how he felt before he met you.
Before, he’d desperately wanted to fix his shit and get his life together. He’d wanted to show everyone that he had what it took to get his grades up, graduate, and get his diploma, despite falling back on his old habits. But with you, he found out he didn’t need any of that. It all felt so easy now. Life was a lot calmer with you, and he loved it.
He loved you.
The absolute love he felt for you was beyond what he thought was possible. Never once had he thought he would be head over heels with anyone, but you were different, and had been from the beginning. Every time he looked at you, it was like his heart set in motion, and he knew that everything was going to be okay, as long as he tried his best.
You were the first and only person he ever thought of having a future with. Sometimes, that was terrifying, but also just as exciting.
As Benito walked into the art studio, he couldn’t help but gawk at the artwork you’d put up. It didn’t matter that he’d seen them several times already, either. You’d made the space look like a real art gallery with all of the talent presented on the walls.
There were a few of your friends and classmates already there as well, having helped you put up some last touches that morning. Benito gave them all polite greetings as he beelined his way to you.
When he caught sight of you, his breath hitched high in his throat. You were dressed to the nines in a beautiful red halter dress. It showed off all of your curves as well as some of your skin, and if he weren’t careful, Benito would’ve started to drool.
Your brows were etched in concentration as you looked over some of your smaller works you’d placed. Your nose scrunched as you squinted at something small, and he felt like his chest would explode.
Benito approached you quietly from behind, smirking to himself as you were lost in concentration to see him coming. Carefully, he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you in close until your back hit his chest with a low thud.
“No has respondido a mi mensaje…” He gave a low growl into your ear as he spoke through his teeth.
A soft sigh escaped you as you placed your arms over his. He could feel that the tension in your shoulders was tight as he held you even closer. You gave a short hum in thought before turning to face him, his hands never leaving your sides.
“Sorry, baby. I saw it, and you look so handsome. I just forgot to answer. It’s been pretty hectic. My professor asked me to move several of those paintings we put up yesterday, así que tuve que cambiar mucho más rápido de lo que creía que tenía tiempo. No he podido echarle un vistazo–”
After making sure the coast was clear, Benito cut your ramblings by pulling you in even closer. He gave a swift kiss to the crook of your neck, letting his lips brush against your exposed shoulder, shushing you gently.
“Ey, relax.” He murmured, traveling up to your ear, “Es solo una selfie.”
As he pulled away, you let out a shaky sigh, and he smiled at you, rubbing his hands along your arms. Benito knew you were beyond nervous. Today was a big deal for you, and it wasn’t just because of the capstone.
Your family had flown in and were finally coming to see your artwork. After taking the initial steps to reach out to them again, you had been talking to them for several weeks at that point. It took some convincing and a lot of apologies on their end, but you all finally agreed that they would come down and see you.
And so for the week, they along with your Grandpa who came as well, were staying in a hotel down the street from the university for the gallery as well as your graduation that weekend. From what he knew, you still weren’t on good terms with them, but they were trying, and so were you.
Although you’d already seen them face to face, having picked them up from the airport, you were much more nervous about them seeing the work you put your heart and soul into - the thing your parents once claimed they hated.
Not only that, but they were also going to meet the man you called your boyfriend for the first time as well. Though, Benito tried hard not to think about that too much; he could handle a little dysfunctional family.
They were going to arrive at the gallery within the hour, and Benito could see it written all over your face that you were about to drive yourself crazy.
Your teeth captured your bottom lip and he tutted you, placing his fingers along your jaw, “Todo está bien, ¿sabes?”
He placed his thumb just below your bottom lip, lightly pulling it from your teeth. Taking a deeper breath, you let it out with a slow, deep sigh just as he leaned in to give you a kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut just as his did, and he could feel the release in your shoulders only slightly.
Pulling away once again, he stepped back so you could see him and his outfit. He loved it when your eyes trailed him, even when it was something as simple as looking at what he was wearing. It never failed to drive him wild, but he also hoped it was a silly enough gesture to relax you more.
Not only did he want you to see him, he wanted to see you again. As you smiled at what he was wearing, he couldn’t help but stare at you too. You were the most irresistible thing to him, and he felt so lucky to be a part of your life. Someone so beautiful and talented; some days it still didn’t feel real that you even liked him.
“Wow,” he exhaled, “Mi hermosa...”
“Ai, Beni, pero eres para morirse.”
He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist again as soon as you’d gotten a good once-over. He would be very good and professional soon, but while he had you in the corner to himself, all he wanted to do was pull you close and take all of your stress away. However, even as you both giggled, you pushed him on his shoulder. There were more things that you had to get done within the hour.
Plus, he knew he could be selfish with you later.
Benito helped you and your friends with the last minute preparations over that last hour, making sure everything was to your liking. Once everything was set, the doors to your gallery opened up directly at six-thirty.
As people started to filter in, you stood near the front to greet everyone, putting on your best brave face. Benito stood beside you, keeping one arm looped around your waist for comfort at all times. He felt proud to be your support, as he knew this was well out of your comfort zone. He also just loved being your arm candy.
The more people you greeted, the more he could feel you starting to tremble with anticipation. As best as he could, he kept a strong hold on you, trying to keep steady. He didn’t want to be, but Benito felt nervous about meeting your parents as well. He was more than willing to shove those emotions down though if it meant more of your comfort.
Eventually, a man and a woman as well as an older gentleman in a walker walked through the door, and the boricuan could feel you freeze all together. After a glance at the group of people, he quickly gathered that this was your family.
For a long moment, Benito wasn’t sure if you were still breathing or not. Carefully, he placed his hand along your back, running a warm stripe down your spine. It was a hopeful reminder to you that he was still there, ready to face whatever with you.
Before you spoke, a small smile graced your face.
“Welcome to my gallery,” You said, “It’s nice of all of you to come tonight.”
The woman - who Benito guessed was your Mom - was the first to smile back at you, her grin matching your own; nervous, but happy,
“Of course, Darling. It’s nice to be here. This looks amazing!”
Turning toward the curly haired man, you placed a hand on his chest, “Before you guys walk around, you should meet Benito… My boyfriend. He’s been my biggest help this year.”
"Ai, no, she's modest. She's been the one to help me." Benito said quickly.
Before anyone, your Dad approached, outstretching his hand in a greeting. Benito stood tall, giving it a firm shake, though no words were exchanged. Beaming, the boricuan greeted the other two members of your family with warm handshakes as well, welcoming them to the gallery with you. The air was a little awkward, but you continued on, beginning to lead everyone through your exhibit.
They were quick to give you compliments and praise. Your parents especially were impressed by the artwork they saw in front of them. Your Dad, a man of few words, started to gush about the details in the painting, while your mother commended you on your research for the setting. Your Grandpa merely smiled at everything; occasionally his eyes would glisten, but he was still attentive to everything you showed.
Benito could see in your face how much you were starting to relax. You were beginning to smile more as the night went on, your shoulders sitting at a much more comfortable level. The happiness on you was gorgeous, and paired with the outfit, the only other word that came to mind for him was radiating.
He could not wait to take you home for himself.
Several of your classmates came through your gallery too, as well as a couple of professors, giving you compliments and speaking highly of all of your work. Just like at the museums, you explained each piece and the story behind it, but now to these groups of people. The only difference for Benito was that it was your artwork. Although he’d already heard you give your spiels several times in preparation for that night, he was happy to see you presenting everything with a sense of pride.
You led Benito and your family to your Eros and Psyche painting. It was on display on its own, having been the largest painting you’d done by far. Even after watching the process, looking at the painting still gave Benito a sense of astonishment as well as deep admiration. As your parents and Grandpa took a moment to look at it, Benito took your hand and gave it a tight squeeze.
You’d worked hard, and it was damn time you showed it off.
After another hour or so, everything started to wrap up and almost everyone started to filter out, including your family. Before they left, they each hugged you one by one, giving you all sorts of adoring praise again. Benito could hear them start to whisper soft apologies in your ear, though he tried not to listen.
Your Mom, with tears in her eyes, held you tightly and he caught one of her apologies:
“You reminded us too much of Abuela, you know. It goes to show that your art is just like hers. I’m sorry we were so hard.”
You were holding onto her just as close, nodding, “It’s okay. I know.”
After they all hugged you, they approached Benito one more time as well. Your Dad gave another handshake while your Mom went up next, giving him the smallest of hugs. She whispered to him as well.
“Thank you for inspiring her. It’s obvious she needed to stay here.”
Benito smiled, but shook his head, “She was the one to inspire me.”
Your Mom and Dad shuffled out of the studio, but your Grandpa stayed behind for an extra second, turning to the both of you. With a wink, he mainly aimed his words at Benito.
“Una vez me enamoré de una artista también.” he said in broken Spanish.
A laugh escaped the Boricuan as the older man exited the building with the rest of your family; Benito turned to you in the same moment to give your hand a tight squeeze. Your eyes were wide, and partially full of tears, which he was quick to try and wipe away.
Benito pulled you in for a long and tight embrace, letting you let out happy sobs.
For a while, the two of you hung back to clean up the studio. With the help of your friends and Benito, it ended up going a lot quicker than it had been putting everything up. You parked your car around the back and everyone helped you load it up full of the paintings and art for you in boxes to take back to your dorm.
After saying your goodbyes to everyone, you and Benito finally fell into your car; a wave of comfortable silence falling over the both of you. It was the first time in a little over 24 hours that the two of you had been completely alone together, and now that you both were, all of the pressure of the day seemed to dissipate.
The drive to your dorm was very short, and once there, you both started to take in the boxes of art from the parking lot up to your dorm. It took a couple of trips to get everything in, but still a lot less time and effort than setting it all up.
The last piece to take in was Eros and Psyche, which Benito volunteered to get for you while you relaxed for a moment in the dorm.
Pulling the canvas out from the backseat of your car, Benito held it out for him to look at once again. It really was pretty big, from the ground up to his hip, and truly a remarkable piece of work. He couldn’t help the wide grin that started to form, examining the large painting up close and personal.
It really was you and him.
He couldn’t believe you found muse in him; couldn’t believe that you loved him back, and so unconditionally like Psyche loved Eros.
He’d revealed himself, and you’d stayed without complaint or any wavering.
Above else, Benito was letting you love him back too. He wasn’t shying away anymore or panicking when feelings hit him. He embraced that fuzzy feeling you gave him each and every day and came to learn that he didn’t want it to ever go away. He would endure any feeling - the jealousy and the heartbreak - as long as it was all for you.
Carefully, he took the painting upstairs to your dorm for you, setting it in its normal corner once he got back. Stepping back from it, he gave it one final look over before turning to face you.
While he’d stepped out, you’d propped yourself up on the side of your bed. You were biting your lip again, giving him a shy but seductive stare as he became aware that you might’ve also been sharing in his thoughts. The fabric of your dress began to scrunch at the end where you sat, exposing the sides of your thighs as you sat back. He swallowed thickly once his eyes settled on you, feeling his heart start to beat quicker.
Benito had been waiting all night to get you back home and have you to himself, and it seemed like you had much of the same thoughts. He’d been patient, but now he could feel himself coming undone just at the sight of you.
Without another moment to waste, he surged forward to place his lips and hands wherever you would let him. His hands attached to your thighs underneath the thin fabric of your dress, warming the cool skin to the touch. His lips trailed your exposed neck and shoulders again as you started letting out sounds he relished in hearing, knowing that you were now relaxed and relinquishing all of your anxiety of the night to him.
As you allowed him, he shimmied his way between your legs, pressing his hips to yours. You moaned his name once, sending a shockwave through his core. He could feel your hands snaking across the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling him even closer until he got the message to get on the bed with you.
However, after a few moments of heavy tugging and petting, you pushed on his chest until he pulled enough away to look at you. Slightly winded from the kissing, you caught Benito’s eyes, breathlessly telling him to wait a second.
“Quería decírtelo,” you started, “You should know that earlier, my parents offered for me to come to Texas with them during the summer… Y pensé que podría aceptar la oferta. It would just be for a month, and I would mostly be visiting with Grandpa most days. Pero pensé que era importante que supieras que tomé esa decisión junto con ellos. I want to fix things too.”
Benito smiled at you, “Eso es increíble, mi amor.”
“It’s just…”
For a moment, you looked away at your hands on his chest, a contemplative look passing over your features. It wasn’t often much anymore that you got shy around him, and it made the man in front of you frown in confusion. He placed his hands firmly on your waist, trying to move his head around to catch your eyes, wanting you to reveal what was wrong to him. He kissed your cheek after a moment of thought.
“What?”
“It’s just that when I get back, mi contrato de alquiler de la residencia estudiantil está por terminar. I-I just thought that maybe you wouldn’t have to do so much looking with your parents for an apartment close to me…” you said carefully, rubbing your thumb against his chest, “I thought that maybe we could do that together… maybe you’d want to live with me?”
Benito stared at you with wide eyes, shocked by what you’d just asked. He’d thought countless times about asking to just simply move in with you since he’d wanted to be so close. But at the same time, he’d been afraid, thinking you might think it was too early.
And yet, just like his first kiss with you, you were taking the first move right out from under his chin. He couldn’t help but stare at you with all the admiration in the world.
“No pasa nada si no quieres.” you said quickly before he could get anything out; you were getting the wrong message, “Obviously you can think on it, I don’t expect you to have an answer right now. Sé que es una petición enorme, especialmente porque ambos estamos tratando de averiguar nuestros próximos pasos, pero I thought–”
The speed at which you were talking and switching languages was making Benito dizzy, so he cut you off with a kiss. It was cute that your brain went on the tangents until you were shut off, and Benito was happy to be the one to distract you.
As he pulled away from you, he laughed.
“Sí, mi amor. Quiero vivir contigo.”
You beamed a smile at him, “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
He shook his head at you fondly, stuffing his face back into your neck, just behind your ear. You let out a soft hum of pleasure as he trailed one of his hands along your side, grasping hold of the side of your dress.
“I want to be as close to you as possible. Eso no ha cambiado. I would love nothing more, baby.”
Benito could feel you weaving your fingers back into his curls and he let out a pur of affection for you. With a content sigh, you allowed him to hike part of the dress the rest of the way over your hips,
“And you’d wait for me while I’m in Texas?”
“For you?” He whispered, “As long as it takes for you to come home to me.”
Benito pulled away just long enough to smile at you again, catching that you were already looking at him with what could only be described as a sparkle in your eyes. Softly, he whispered to you,
“Te amo, Mami.”
“I love you too, Benito.”
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hey so if you see this and read my superman fic, will you please let me know if its bad? lol not to be insecure on main but after reading it back for myself, I started to have a lot of opinions about my own pacing :((
You're happy - happier than you ever felt in your life - it's just life that for you was going fast. Everything seems to be happening all at once, and you attempt to keep your whits about you. Of course, Clark is your saving grace through it all, and you couldn't imagine doing life without him. Maybe even for the rest of your life.
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notes. hello sweet people! ahhhh I've been nervous to post these later parts!! like I said in the last part, I hope this isn't coming off as lazy time skips! then again, I'm my harshest critic lol. So anyways, let me know if you guys like this part in the comments hahaha
tags. clark kent (superman) x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, close to the movie AU, mentions of a deceased father, some violence, talk of sickness, clark being a cutie.
Attuned.
That’s how you would describe Clark Kent: always attuned.
Over the past year, once all of the secrets were out and bared, you noticed just how attuned he was not just to the people he loved - with you - but to the world in general. Presumably, he noticed just about everything. He could tune into pretty much anything at any given time, quite literally, but he always seemed to have an ear on you.
There were much bigger things in his attunement to the world too. Whether it was his parents needing attention in Kansas, or when he heard the cries of people around the world, he was there in a flash, ready to help. It was truly magnificent to you how he could do it all and still have time to come and cuddle with you at your apartment.
He was the best partner you’d ever had in your life, and you’d never felt happier.
Clark was a pure soul; always ready to help at a moment’s notice. There were little things, like how he could sense when you were stressed. You wouldn’t even have to say anything, as he could already see and feel every minute change in your body. Sometimes, it was like he could tell when you would be sad before you even felt the emotion.
Clark was sweet and encouraging; he would breathe out statements like “Wow” and “Golly” when he saw you in basic clothing like sweats and a t-shirt, making you feel like a million dollars. He complimented you often; your looks, your style, your big heart. He loved all of it, and made sure you knew it.
He was also a kiss stealer. He prided himself in being a gentleman to you, but more often than not, he loved to simply peck your lips with a soft kiss at any given moment. Typically without warning, though you’d gotten pretty good at expecting them.
It was hard to wrap your mind around being in love with the embodiment of the Sun. But Clark never let you live in those insecure moments for too long if he could help it. With the patience and understanding of a saint, he’d describe and show you all of the ways in which he wanted you. The way he held you, and the way his bright blue eyes met yours every time, made you feel like you were tethering him to the earth itself.
Every day, it felt like you were gravitating towards Clark. He was like a melody, low and slow, always playing in the back of your mind. Just as easy as it was to gravitate towards a song over and over, it was like you could physically feel the pull of wanting to be with Clark too.
The night of your one year anniversary, he took you to a beautiful restaurant and asked if he could move in with you. He knew how important your apartment was to you. You had spent almost all of your life in that tiny space. So it was touching to you that he wanted to share that with you. Of course, you didn’t have any issue with that.
Within a week, he was moving into your place. He was patient and always supportive of the way you moved the space around. Although you weren’t giving up your old apartment completely, you still grieved the place you once shared with your father. Clark knew this and would always let you grieve however you saw fit, giving you his shoulder in your most vulnerable moments.
He even offered to give you more time, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted to move forward too, and with Clark by your side, you hoped that it would be easier.
He’d already been slowly leaving things at your apartment anyway, like a toothbrush and clothes, so moving in was even easier than you thought. Within a day or two, he’d already filled your space with everything he needed.
You found quickly that life couldn’t have been more perfect while living with Clark. It was certainly a big adjustment, but soon, it became easy to attune to his life as well.
You became accustomed to life with a superhero, as it wasn’t as action packed as you once thought. Clark was very protective of you, and made sure to keep his “work” life separate from home. Instead, you helped provide in the more human aspects of his life, and you couldn’t have been more thrilled to do so. Even before his most dangerous missions, you made sure he was sent off with a kiss and a hug, telling him how proud you were of him. Or if he needed to let off steam, you were there to listen.
Even for the strongest man in the world, he longed for the mundane, and in living with him, you got to see that a lot more. One of the things you got to see most was the adoration he had for his family.
Almost every day, he spoke on the phone with Martha and Jonathan - his Ma and Pa. Unabashedly, he’d speak to them freely and loudly on speakerphone. He loved telling them about his day and they loved to tell him about theirs.
The first time you spoke to them over the phone was slightly overwhelming. It was the first day after Clark had moved in his things, and his Ma had asked if she could speak to you. It was funny hearing her gush to you over the phone, speaking about how it was “‘aught time” to meet you. Pa was on the other end of the line as you found out, but only from the one word answers he gave to Ma.
Most days after that, talking to his parents became more of a normal routine. You’d say hi over the phone, and like clockwork, they - well, mostly Ma - would ask when the two of you were coming down to see them. However, they were sweet too, wanting to hear about your day just as much as Clark’s. It was new and strange to you, this close-knit, loving family dynamic. But you adored it all the same.
One night, a little while after Clark had moved in, the two of you were on your now shared couch in your living room. After you made dinner together, you turned on the news for a while and had put on a record, which had slowly become your tradition. On quiet nights like that one, you found yourself tangled together on the couch, simply talking and basking in each other’s presence while you had him.
The two of you were making plans for the weekend, as you were finally going to drive down with Clark to meet Martha and Jonathan. It was going to be a get away for those two days, but it was exciting to you as you’d never left the state.
Not only were you leaving the state, but you were going to get to stay on Clark’s family farm, and get to learn how he grew up.
Somehow though, as you made your plans, the topic of marriage had made its way into the conversation, and more specifically, what was preferred from the both of you. It wasn’t the first time Clark had casually brought up the prospect of marriage. The two of you loved each other, more than you thought you had capacity to love, so it didn’t quite alarm you when he asked what you wanted.
“I’m perfectly fine with getting eloped.” You said over the sounds of Steely Dan in the background, “Nothing fancy. Just a courthouse, us, some family, and then we’re done. Weddings feel like big parties to me.”
“What?” Clark had all but gasped at the answer. “It’s more than a big party. It’s a celebration of love.”
You laughed a little, sitting up to run your fingers through his raven curls, “An elopement is still a celebration. It’s just not as… much.”
Clark rolled his eyes, a smirk evident on his face, “Weddings are too much?”
He was murmuring, knowing the low hum of his chest really drove you mad. You could see through the game he was starting to play; the mischievous glint in his eyes almost certainly gave him away. He was going to try and butter you up to the idea he wanted. It wasn’t something he did often, maybe making it all the more obvious, but it typically worked to some capacity.
Before he could say anything else, you shrugged him off, letting go of his neck. You fell back onto the couch, trying to avoid his eyes, “I just don’t need a show, you know?”
“Call me old fashioned…”
His voice was soft, just above the music, as he started to crawl up the couch, hovering over your body. His big, warm hands encompassed your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a breath of surprised air and the raven haired man simply smiled. It started to make you a little lightheaded.
“It’s a tradition humans have done for centuries. I want that. I don’t want to just sign the paper and kiss, but… I imagine a big Kansas wedding with all of our friends, maybe in a nice field out somewhere with pretty wildflowers everywhere. I would like to spend the day with our friends and family and… you. I want to see you in the dress, cut the cake, show you off. Wouldn’t you want that too?”
You weren’t sure why, exactly. In the past few days before that conversation, you had started to feel a little different. Not a bad difference, exactly. Just… different. Every time you looked at Clark, you felt an uncontrollable surge of love, and all of these floods of beautiful emotion would overtake you. You would want nothing more than to be as close as possible to him.
However, sometimes the love you felt for him would make you feel dizzy. Almost nauseous if you thought too hard. Exhaustion was starting to hit you hard, especially at the end of the day, but you chalked it up to the stress of all of the planning. Maybe it was the lightheadedness or the lovely speech, but tears started to fill your eyes much quicker than you could stop them.
“Hey, hey, hey…” Clark cooed, moving his hands up to wipe the tears that spilled over your cheeks, “We don’t have to keep talking about this. I… I haven’t even proposed yet. I’m sorry I brought this up.”
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears. Quickly, you shook your head in protest, “No, it’s okay. I-I don’t know why I started crying like that.”
His large hands released from your waist, laying you back down. You quickly drew in a few extra deep breaths, trying to steady the whip of emotions. Although it was a magnificent image, the more you thought about being married in general - especially to Clark - the more emotional you felt. It was just too much for you to handle at the moment, and you couldn’t understand why.
Clark’s bright eyes flickered around your body, silently asking permission to look you over. He’d always been quick in offering you to help look for any ailments, but was always respectful of your privacy unless he needed to step in. You held up your hands in protest.
“I’m okay,” You said quietly, “I’m just tired.”
He sighed, “Okay. I’m sorry for making you upset.”
“I’m far from upset,” You murmured, pressing your hand against his chest, “You made me happy. Too happy.”
He smiled wide at that, placing his hand over yours.
“Then, why don’t we rest some tonight and… maybe talk more about it another time?”
Wiping more tears away, you smiled back at him.
“Okay…”
***
That weekend, the two of you finally found some time in his crazy life to take you down to Kansas and meet his parents. The two of you had packed your things, slightly rushed by the burly man’s excitement, and decided to make a short weekend trip of it.
Just before dawn, the two of you set out towards Smallville.
For the first hour of the drive, the two of you bickered about what music to listen to. He wanted to listen to The Mighty Crabjoys, and you wanted to listen to anything else. He won the battle - or perhaps you conceded - and you ended up listening as Clark sang along.
“You’re getting to see all of my childhood.” he said with a shrug, “Which means TMC.”
You laughed, “I just feel like I’ve experienced this part of your childhood before.”
“What did you expect?” He bit his lip, trying to contain his smile, “I thought you liked all music, Miss Record Store?”
“I don’t mind The Mighty Crabjoys, they’re just not ‘poster on my wall’ worthy.”
“You’re mean and you’ll be asleep soon anyway.” He huffed.
“You’re wrong, Superman.” you said, sticking out your tongue.
He was right, though.
It took a while, but eventually the sounds of the car, the music, and Clark’s quiet humming - purposeful or not - put you to sleep. You woke up when a large hand quietly slipped into yours. Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with Clark’s bright eyes and smile.
“We’re here, meanie.” He said with a small chuckle.
Feeling disoriented, you looked outside the window.
The image in front of you was like a painting come to life; A small farmhouse sat in the middle of an open pasture. The space around was wide open with green fields, quite literally for miles, despite the small barn a little ways back.
The larger man bent across the console to leave a kiss on your cheek.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just taking it in for a sec.” you breathed, “This is where you grew up?”
“It was,” He said gently, a small hum escaping him, “My earliest and fondest memories are here on this farm. In the house, and especially at the barn.”
“Your parents… I-I’ve never been anywhere like this. How do I act? What should I say?”
The weight of meeting your boyfriend's parents was one thing. But it was suddenly sinking in that you were not at all in your element. And on top of all of that, these were the people that raised Clark - Superman - for God’s sake.
“You don’t have to do or say anything at all. They would love you, because I love you.” He buried his face in your neck, “You’re overthinking it. You’ll see.”
The raven haired man left a few kisses against your shoulder before getting out. At superhuman speed, he went around to open the door for you. You looked at him incredulously as the door was open before you could even blink. He just gave you a smirk and a wink.
“I get to be a little more… myself here.”
Dazed, you stepped out of the car.
Clark grabbed both of your bags from the bed of his truck and led you to the front of his parents house.
Both of his parents emerged from the door to greet you before you even made it halfway. Martha was already running towards Clark with open arms, loud, with utmost southern love for her boy. Jonathan, on the other hand, approached you slowly. He was in a typical farmer’s outfit - all starched jean overalls, a flannel, and boots.
“Welcome, dear, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He said with a deep southern drawl.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you too, sir.”
The burly man chuckled, “No need for the formalities, hon, we’re all family here. You can call me Pa.”
“And don’t you dare call me anything but Ma, hun.” Martha had spun around from Clark - who had the biggest, sweetest smile on his face - to join in on the conversation. She stepped forward towards you, smiling, “It’s too good to meet you, sweetie, and see your lovely face for the first time in person. I see what Clark means. The pictures do you no justice. You’re very beautiful, darlin’.”
“Ma…” Clark whined.
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your cheeks heating up, “Thank you… Ma.”
Martha eventually gave you the tour of the house, walking you through each room and apologizing if anything was unorganized, all while telling you short stories about Clark. Like how a small Clark’s certain heat vision nearly caught the guest bed on fire. Or in his room, when he was a teenager, how his uncontrollable flight caused him to put a hole in the ceiling.
It was baffling how nonchalant they spoke about Clark and his powers at home. To his parents he wasn’t Superman. This was just their baby boy and their everyday life.
After you all had dinner around the table - homemade salisbury steak, greens, and apple pie - you helped Ma clean up around the table as Pa and Clark went out onto the back porch to talk for a while. Once all the dishes were cleaned and the desert was set, the four of you went into their living room to chat some more. Ma and Pa shared more embarrassing stories of Clark to his dismay. His cheeks were nearly the color of his bright red cape, but he still laughed along with them.
Soon, the light of day was burnt out and a near complete silence fell over the farm. Ma and Pa retired to their room for the night, but not before giving both Clark and you a goodnight kiss on the forehead.
You fell asleep with Clark in his childhood room, listening to the symphony of crickets outside.
The next morning, like the one before, Clark woke you up just as soon as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Purples and oranges filtered through the window of the room, casting a magnificent glow.
“Hey sleepy head,” He whispered in your ear, “I want to show you something.”
“Where are we going?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
The superhero didn’t answer you as he helped you slink out of bed and started your way outside. He didn’t make you change from your old t-shirt (which was Clark’s) and sweatpants (also Clark’s). He, himself, was only wearing sweatpants, an undershirt, and a flannel. Nothing fancy either.
He grabbed your hand, so softly you barely knew it was there until your fingers were pressed together. It brought your attention back to him and he smiled wide at you. With just his head, he motioned to the barn just off in the distance.
It wasn’t a long walk - maybe the equivalent of a city block - but the vast open space made everything look much bigger. The morning sky went on for miles; something you would never see in Metropolis.
Clark stopped the two of you at the wide open barn doors, just enough to see inside. It wasn’t anything too marvelous, but immediately, the entire building told you more stories about Clark. Holes were in the roof and the sides of the weathered wooden walls. Fabrics were tucked away in the furthest corner - fabric that looked a lot like the kind used on his suit. Haybales littered the walls of the barn, and soft chirps from animals could be heard all around.
“This barn is home to me,” Clark mused as he stopped you both.
He took your hands in his, catching your gaze.
“It’s the place where I learned how to control my powers without scrutiny. I was in this barn when I decided I wanted to move to Metropolis and not hide myself away…” He took in a quivering breath. “And the place where I wanted to ask you the most important question of my life.”
Gently, he turned you toward him, taking both of your hands in his large ones. Your eyes were blown open; the sleep that had lingered earlier was long gone, and now you were wide awake.
Clark - beautiful, precious Clark - knelt down on his knee.
He started with your name, his blue eyes already getting misty.
“You’re my home now. We’ve been talking about weddings and marriage because I found the person I want to spend every day of my life with, and I realized that so early on. I want you in every way. You’re the kindest, funniest person I know. And Golly, you’ve made me a better man. You’ve allowed me to be the man I want to be - outside of the powers, and outside of the suit. And I want to continue to be that man for you, now and forever.”
From his pocket, he produced a simple diamond ring.
“Will you marry me?”
His familiar blue eyes sparkling as he waited for you to answer, but your answer was already spilling out before you could think; you already knew you wanted this too.
You wanted him.
“Yes, Clark, I’ll marry you.” you said, barely holding it together, ‘Of course, I will.”
“Thank you.” He whispered like a prayer.
Clark stood and grabbed your hand to place the ring on your finger. It was barely on before you launched yourself onto him, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you tightly by the waist, bringing you impossibly close to him. He carded his hand through your hair, grounding you to him.
It felt like you couldn’t let go of each other; like letting go would shatter the blissful moment you were sharing.
Eventually, you were the one to break away and finally look at Clark. His dimples were nearly imploding on his face with how hard he was smiling. He had a sort of dopey, love-drunk look in his eyes that only made your heart swell even more.
Without warning, he dipped his head to meet your neck. He left a trail of wet kisses up your skin until his lips met yours once again, hungrier. You could feel your brain turning to mush as it normally did when he kissed you hard like that. He made quick work of the sweatshirt you wore, pulling it above your head with one hand.
“Mrs. Kent,” he murmured slowly, like he was testing out the sounds on his tongue, “You’ll be my wife...”
Goosebumps appeared as he kissed behind your ear. You loved hearing the new surname just as much as he did. Pulling away slowly, Clark reached up to grab your jaw with his fingers. It was firm, never forceful, to get you to look at him; really look at him. His smile was unwavering.
“Say you’ll make love to me, future Mrs. Kent.” He smirked.
A smile slowly grew on your face as well, “Say you love me, first.”
“I love you.”
He said the words like the earth would swallow him whole if he didn’t.
“I love you too.”
Clark hummed as you grabbed his flannel collar. He bent down, meeting you halfway, and kissed you once more. His hands found your hips, locking you beneath him firmly, and leading you further into the barn.
***
The two of you had spent the weekend with Ma and Pa in pure bliss.
They were of course the first people you told about your engagement. The two of them were very congratulatory of you both, taking you out to eat and gushing over all of the little details about marriage. Especially since they had been married for a long time, they had a lot of stories to tell.
And for the first time, you found yourself wanting to have a wedding.
Talking about it with them made you feel excited. Just as Clark had said; the cake, the dress, the flowers… it was all starting to sound fun. And to yourself, you began to think that it was just another testament to how much you loved Clark, and how much Clark loved you.
However, once you and Clark got home, things for you were not as blissful.
It started the morning you got back when you woke up extremely late for work. In the near two years you had worked for Metrecordlis, you’d never once been more than five minutes late. But that morning, you were woken up by your phone blaring on the nightstand.
Groggily, you peeled your eyes open to see B-Dog calling. It took too long for you to answer before it went to voicemail, but you were able to see the time, seeing that you were already over an hour late.
Panicked, you shot out from under your covers, calling your boss back to explain to him that you were on your way. He was normally a very calm person, but B-Dog was understandably very irate with you at the moment. He was practically yelling at you to get into the store as quickly as you could.
As you threw on clothes, you felt a wave of nausea hitting you. You could feel your entire body shaking at the thought of being fired. It was your first mistake - surely, your boss wouldn’t take it out on you that much, right?
Before you could even leave the apartment, you got sick in the bathroom, expelling the little content you had in your stomach from the night before. Tears began pricking at the back of your eyes again as embarrassment swept over you as well.
Your phone began to ring in your back pocket.
Shakily, you rose to your feet and began to quickly wash up. By the time you pulled your phone out to answer, you’d missed the call once again.
This time it was Clark. He didn’t hesitate in calling again.
“You okay?” He didn’t wait for you to answer. You could tell he was at the Planet by the bustle of noise behind him. He was trying to keep his voice low, “You were knocked out this morning and I just heard you get sick.”
Sometimes you were truly baffled by how much he had an ear on you.
“I overslept,” you said, trying to keep your voice even, “I’m really late for work. I have to get going and B-Dog is so mad at me.”
“Maybe it’s best if you stay home, honey. One more vacation day won't hurt them. Don’t make yourself sick over this.”
“I’m not.”
You started to pant as you tried to talk and put on shoes at the same time. Your voice was still a little rough from sickness, but you didn’t want Clark to add to the mess and fuss over you.
“I’ve missed too many days to skip work again.”
“...Okay. Whatever you feel is best. Drink lots of water today, and don’t overexert yourself.” He let out another breath, “I love you. I can cook something you like tonight, how’s that?”
“Okay,” you sighed.
“It’s all going to be fine, so don’t panic.”
As the line went dead, you shook your head, trying to get rid of the worries you had as you rushed out the door.
Work had always been a good distraction for you when you've been feeling down, but you’d never been stressed because of this job. Hell, you’d never been in trouble with any job in your life. The walk to work felt excruciatingly slow, the nausea still never fully leaving your system. You felt like your feet were trudging along the hot concrete, walking into certain doom.
As you’d feared, your boss was waiting for you at the front of the store, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He glared at you, and when you didn’t say anything, he finally threw his arm up in exasperation.
“What’s your excuse?”
You shook your head, “I don’t have one. I overslept, and I shouldn’t have.”
B-Dog nodded, “Sure as hell shouldn’t have. You’re making your co-workers work extra hard by not being here.”
Once again, you could feel the emotion rising in your chest as your lip started to wobble, “I’m so sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.”
A sigh escaped your boss as his features started to soften, looking defeated, “Look, Inventory is next week, so why don’t you stay a little extra tonight to help and we’ll call it even. Thirty extra minutes won’t kill you.”
You nodded, beginning to thank him profusely. He waved you off, sending you to clock in for the day. Some of the sickness you’d been feeling went away the more your stomach began to untighten, but it still tended to linger throughout your shift.
It was at least a steady day at work, distracting you from your odd feeling. The time went a lot quicker because of the business - there was no time to be staring at the clock. Your coworkers kept you entertained too, though they were mainly making fun of you for sleeping in for part of the day.
Towards the end of the day, you started to help with inventory just as you said you would. It put you a little over an hour past your normal time, but it was the least you felt you could do for messing up everyone else's hours.
Just before you finished up the extra work, however, weird sounds started to come outside. And soon, random people from the streets were running into the shop, just as panicked as you’d felt before.
According to some of the people you let in, there were robots - crazy, deranged robots - that were rampaging across the city.
You quickly turned on the news on the work computer, hooking up the sound so everyone could hear what was going on like a radio broadcast. Gossip began to buzz around from customers as more and more information came out.
It appeared to be another invasion of some sort, but no one could figure out where the robots were coming from. They had only begun to appear within the hour, but from what witnesses said, it looked like they multiplied and built themselves from each other’s parts. When it had started out as just a few of them, now it was more than a hundred.
Luckily, according to the news, the Justice Gang was already on the scene.
On one hand, you could’ve sighed in relief, knowing Superman was there to save the day. But instead, you couldn’t help but think of Clark still. You knew you didn’t have to worry about him like before. He could handle anything, and you knew he would be fine.
But still, that nausea from earlier made it hard to forget that worry.
The city was quick to put out a shelter-in-place alert for an indefinite amount of time, or until the threat was handled. Your boss, coworkers, and you took in some more straggling people off the street before closing the shop. You put on some calm music, just to keep everyone relaxed, and kept the news on in the background.
Thinking about him, you texted Clark:
“Stay safe.”
You didn’t think he’d respond, as there was obviously a much bigger issue at hand. However, his reply back was almost immediate:
“I will. We’re doing what we can. Please stay indoors and stay safe too.”
And then another:
“I love you Mrs. Kent. We’ve got this handled.”
You let out a breath of air you’d been holding since you’d grabbed the phone. You knew he always had it handled.
The events of the day were not helping the waves of sickness, though. You could feel the tension in your body; the nervousness despite having a literal superhero at home doing the most to save the city. Once again, the nausea took over you and you excused yourself to the staff bathroom to heave up nothing a few times.
The commotion outside only seemed to grow louder, and some of the customers started to grow restless. Of course, there was no way to relay what you knew, but you had faith in Clark that everything truly was being handled.
It’s just that, you knew something would happen. It always did.
From somewhere outside, someone came running into the record store, begging for shelter from the robots. Just like everyone else, he was let in and began to hide out with everyone there.
Having little to no knowledge about these things, no one knew that the tiny piece of finger attached to the young man’s backpack would start to reanimate. The growing number of customers made it almost impossible to hear the metal piece slinking off, only to begin growing itself.
It wasn’t until half of its arm had already rebuilt itself that anyone started to notice. Small, microscopic pieces were entering through the cracks in the front door, placing the parts of the robot together like a 3D printer; separated pieces of limbs started to wiggle their way through the crowd until someone finally tried to get it out of the store.
However, it didn’t matter that it was being pushed out. It was already too heavy, like it was rooting itself into the ground. The brave young man who tried to throw the arm out had to eventually give up before he got hurt, being pulled back by other members of the crowd.
You, on the other hand, were stuck in the back near the registers, unable to do much from where you stood.
It dawned on you then that maybe trouble followed you.
Without much time to think, you grabbed the heaviest object you could find and threw it as hard as you could against the back window just behind the registers. Loads of heads turned as the shatter of glass sounded.
You waved your arms in the air, yelling over what must’ve been over fifty bodies in the store.
“This way! Before it builds itself!”
Almost immediately, a stampede started of people trying to get their way out of the store. You and your coworkers stood back, hoping to help as many people get out as possible before the robot fully came to life.
You yelled and screamed at everyone to go faster, and somewhere in the mix, you called for Superman. You had no capacity to think; you could only think of the cozy apartment waiting for you and the tall man that came with it - your home.
You just wanted to get home.
Only a few feet in front of you, the robot made a loud groaning as it scraped across one of the gondolas now that it had a full arm and half of its torso, reaching for the nearest victim. With how heavy and slow it was, the people managed to dodge it as it swiped at them again.
Once again, your brain shut down; all of your thoughts were completely gone as you stared at the giant metal automaton in front of you. It had already destroyed a good chunk of the store with just a few swipes of its arm; years of music and memories were gone in an instant. People were still scrambling out of the window and now the door as fast as they could, trying not to be caught.
Feeling your heart pound in your chest, you watched the robot, still forming together with loud screeches and groans. More of it was made: legs and a half-formed head began to take shape as it began moving its body forward towards you. It was unsteady, like a baby gazelle trying to find its footing, but its red, laser-focused eyes were now set directly on you.
You were so focused on it that you almost missed when the last person exited through the window. The robot let out a loud metallic roar before stepping closer, swiping at the register in front of you.
From behind, you heard your boss and coworkers yelling your name, pleading for you to get through the window. Finally springing into action, you turned and followed their instruction, trying to navigate your way out of the window.
With a thud, you fell through the frame and onto the concrete below, feeling a surging pain in your ankle. You tried your best to get up, feeling your heart pound in your chest. Your coworkers were trying to help you up, but the robot was quick to get its arm through the window.
It locked its long metal fingers around your shoulder, trying to pull you back through. You tried to resist, trying to maneuver your arm out of its grasp, but its grip tightened around your forearm before you could get it free. B-Dog was even throwing heavy rocks at the creature's head, trying to get it away, but it was much too late.
Just below your wrist, you felt a snap.
Suddenly, your arm went ice cold. White, hot pain shot through the rest of your body, causing you to cry out in anguish.
Before another second passed, there was a flash of blue and red between you and the metal figure. The cool touch of the steel on your arm was gone suddenly and replaced with a warmer sensation - too warm. Once your hand was free, you collapsed onto the ground, your other arm grasping tightly where it hurt the most.
Surrounding you, your coworkers began to assess you now that the immediate danger was gone, but you couldn’t let go of your arm for them to examine it. In your pained haze, it was hard to let anyone touch you, afraid the relentless stabbing sensation would only get worse. You held your left arm closer to your chest, but could feel yourself folding in on your body, collapsing over your knees. You tried to breathe through the pain, but it was slowly consuming you all over; blinding you.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Superman tearing the robot apart, piece by piece. There was an anger you’d never seen as his muscles bulged with every rip and tear of the humanoid limbs. His accomplice, Hawkgirl, started to grab the pieces and then fly them above the high-rises. You watched lazily, eyes fluttering. With as many pieces as she could hold, she disappeared into the sky.
The next moment, you blinked and Superman’s shiny red boots were in front of you, gently taking the place of your coworkers doting on you. For a moment, he hesitated, before falling to his knees beside you.
With an eerie calm, Clark placed a hand on your right shoulder, supporting you to sit up some. His hands were firm against you and impossibly warm; a nice, welcome distraction from the pain.
“Ma’am.” His voice was hardened by the situation, a gentle reminder that you weren’t supposed to know each other, “Look at me.”
Glancing up, you met his eyes. Blue as the sky.
Fondness filled your chest at the thought of Clark being there. Your eyes slowly filled with tears, not from the pain, but from relief. Your eyes fluttered again to keep the tears at bay, hoping to catch some of them. You hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes completely until Clark’s hand was on your face.
“Cl–” you stopped yourself, “Superman… I-It hurts so much.”
Without another word, Superman placed his hands around your back and hooked the other under your legs before shooting into the sky. You realized it was the first time he’d ever flown you anywhere, and if you had been anywhere near conscious, you think you would’ve freaked out even more.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” He said over the roar of the wind once he was high enough from any prying ears, his voice strained, “I’m taking you to the hospital. You’ll be in good hands.”
You weren’t sure how long it took to get to the hospital, but it felt like no time at all. With a soft thud, Clark landed in the middle of the opening to the E.R, immediately handing you off to someone else.
“Her Ulna is fractured up near her wrist, but her Radius is mostly intact - a clean break.”
Clark was standing tall above you, the suit making him look majestic, yet full of authority. He spoke to the doctors with urgency, but ease, looking you over because he had to. But as he focused a little harder, he stopped. His eyes flickered around your body for a few moments, silencing himself as he got stuck in place. Clark’s eyes were blown wide open, looking at you like he’d just seen a ghost. His pupils were dilated wide, as if he was looking at you with all the love, admiration, and fear in the world.
Quickly, he looked at the doctor, whispering something to them that you weren’t able to hear, but you caught the one sad look Clark gave you before you fainted.
***
The cold is what ultimately woke you up. Your body was starting to shiver at the frigid air surrounding you, begging for some sort of relief. Once your eyes opened, you were met with the blinding light of hospital fluorescence.
Before you could even take in a second deep breath, Clark was above you and in your direct line of vision. He was no longer in the suit, and his glasses were on. His brows furrowed together, watching you intently, as if you would float away at a moment’s notice. A look of concern crossed his face as his eyes darted around you.
“Hey,” He said gently, “I’m here. You’re okay. Woah–”
Confused, you’d tried to sit up, but was met with a throbbing pain coming from your left arm as you tried to brace yourself. A strong hand came up against your chest, steadily pushing you back down onto the bed. You leaned into the warmth of Clark’s hand.
“Absolutely not, you’re on bed rest for several days.” He gave you a stern look, “You don’t want me to call the nurse, do you?”
“What were those things?” you asked, ignoring his question. You placed your uninjured hand to your head. You rubbed at your temple, feeling a wave of nausea come up again. It was easy to ignore though, especially when your arm hurt so bad.
“Robots. Something from LexCorp we think.” He sighed, “I haven’t been able to prove that, but I’m sure of it…”
“What happened?”
“I wasn’t paying enough attention,” His voice was strained as he thought back on the memory, “I was so focused on defeating those things that I lost track of you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together at him, “But you didn’t. I’m here and breathing, aren’t I?”
“Not my point. I wasn’t quick enough,” He scoffed, gesturing vaguely to your arm, “You’re hurt. Badly.”
You tried to sit up again, but his big hand gently pushed you back down and remained on your shoulder to keep you still.
You frowned at him, “You saved me. A few seconds later and it could’ve killed me.”
“Don’t.” He shook his head stubbornly, “I can’t apologize to you enough. Everything could’ve been okay had I just been listening closer.”
“Stop blaming yourself.” You barked back.
He placed his other hand against your chest, just above your heart. You knew he could hear it anyway, but this only confirmed how fast it was beating as you could now feel it pulsing quick against his palm
Clark hummed, shushing you, “This isn’t something to get worked up about. Not now.”
His calm voice was frustrating while your emotions rose.
“I’m not getting worked up,” you grumbled, taking in a deep breath, “I’m still here because of you. I-I owe you my life. Just… take a compliment.”
The larger man in front of you went silent. A gentle smile grew on his face as he stared back at you with adoring eyes. He let out a small chuckle, and then a hum before leaving your side for only a second to go grab a card and a small brown teddy-bear.
As softly as he could, he placed a hand on the small of your back, allowing you to sit up only the smallest amount. He kept his hand there protectively as he placed the items he’d grabbed into your lap.
First, you grabbed the bear. It was small, almost the size of your palm, but incredibly cute. Next, you plucked the card from your lap. It was obviously hand-made by Clark. There were little drawings of rubber ducks and bottles and pacifiers.
On the front was his handwriting in bubble letters:
You’re going to be the best Mom in the entire galaxy.
As your eyes scanned the paper, Clark, as if he were touching fragile glass, cautiously placed his hand against your stomach. The cold of the hospital room was completely forgotten as you could feel your entire body heating up.
“You don’t owe me your life, because you’re giving me a new one.”
In shock, you moved your hand over Clark’s, wincing when you forgot that it was your injured one.
“I’m pregnant?” You asked, a little shakily. Clark nodded once, “How long have you known?”
“Not long, but I suspected it for a little while,” he murmured. His eyes never left your body, staring intently as if it were changing before him. And maybe it was. “That night on the couch… I thought I could hear their heartbeat. I didn’t want to invade your privacy though. And when I took you to the hospital, I saw them.”
Your eyes widened, “Saw them?”
“They’re so small. Barely there. But now that I know what I’m looking for, I can hear the heartbeat too and… Wow.”
Feeling your breath hitching, you felt your own heart restarting. It was all making so much sense: the nausea, the dizziness, the fatigue. Overwhelmed with new information, you could feel your body tiring itself out again. Clark shushed you, squeezing your hand lightly as he gently pushed you back down onto the hospital bed.
“She’s okay, though?”
The question came from you in a dazed whisper as you felt your consciousness leaving you again.
Clark smiled wider, his eyes becoming glassy, “She, huh?”
“Just a hunch,” you smiled tentatively.
“Rest, honey. You’re on a lot of painkillers. We’ll have a lot to talk about when you wake up.”
You nodded once more, looking up at the beautiful angel of a man before you; the father of your child. It had a nice ring to it, just as much as Mrs. Kent.
“Clark,” you whispered, “We’re having a baby.”
His bright blue eyes sparkled, “We’re having a baby.”
Moving his hand from yours, it was like an electric current as his warm fingers spread across your abdomen again. You felt safe.
Both of you felt safe.
***
You and Clark came up with a compromise.
The two of you were getting eloped at the courthouse in downtown Metropolis. Technically. The only way he agreed to it was under two big conditions:
One, because of the baby, the wedding had to be soon. Clark still wanted things to be as traditional as possible, and if that meant a shotgun wedding, then so be it. So, the date was set only weeks after the robot invasion; twelve weeks into your pregnancy before anyone could be the wiser.
Two - the biggest condition - is that it would be a wedding as much as possible. You would wear the dress, the two of you would cut a cake, and Clark would invite whoever he wanted.
But truthfully, the only thing you cared about anymore was marrying the love of your life.
Your arm was healing rather quickly from the break, but it was still wrapped tightly in a white splint for your wedding day. At least, it was decorated with tiny wildflowers tucked into the openings.
You’d asked if you could get ready on your own, despite Lois and Ma offering to help you with everything. They were there to help with whatever you needed, but you didn’t want to slip up around them. The two of you purposefully hadn’t told anyone you were pregnant yet, hoping to keep it under wraps until after the two of you were married. Or until you simply couldn’t keep it a secret anymore.
You did your own hair and make-up, using your father’s old room and his floor length mirror. You’d gotten comfy on the ground, tucking your legs underneath you, trying to feel normal for a while. Putting on music you loved, you got ready at your own pace.
Once everything was done, and the dress was put on, you stood in front of the mirror. You smiled at yourself, still feeling beautiful despite everything.
There were questions burning in your mind. Not doubts, but worries. What would people think about the two of you having a baby only a few months after your wedding? Having a baby now was so early in your plans with Clark. He was so busy with his work; could this realistically be something you could do?
If only your Father had been there to give you some advice…
“You alright?”
It was Clark’s voice coming through the door. You hadn’t realized you’d just been standing there, staring at your reflection. You knew he could see you through the door when he asked cautiously,
“Can I come in?”
Only having to nod, he opened the door, crossing the room in less than a millisecond.
“What’s wrong?” His concern was heavy in his voice. His eyes were already trailing your body. Lately, any time he looked at you, he was also quietly searching for the baby, “Your heart is going crazy…”
“Nothing’s wrong,” you leaned your head back, trying to keep tears from falling before it ruined the make-up you just put on.
Without volition, your eyes betrayed you as the dam broke; a few more tears spilled from your eyes. Clark reached up to wipe the tears away, trying to be careful of the make-up. You knew you’d have to redo it regardless, but you appreciated the care he still gave you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked again, gentler, swiping a tear away.
You sighed, conceding, “Are we going too fast? I-I mean… just because we’re having a baby doesn’t mean we have to get married right this second.”
“Are you having second thoughts?” Clark asked, his brows furrowing together.
“No!” you shook your head quickly, “I’m just… worried.”
Gingerly, he moved a strand of hair out of your face.
“I know. I am too.” He shook his head, “I don’t think we’re going too fast. We’re trying to make things easier.”
“They’re just all going to gather that it’s a shotgun wedding.”
Clark chuckled, “By all accounts, this is a shotgun wedding.”
You frowned, “What if–”
“Hey, Honey, careful.”
Clark shushed you by placing his hand on the top of your stomach, warm as always. You weren’t showing yet, and it would be a few more weeks before you felt anything move, but you still got butterflies when he doted over the tiny thing growing inside you.
You liked that you were the only two that knew for the time being. There wasn’t anyone asking questions yet, or trying to touch you without permission like you saw with other mothers. For now, it was just your little, growing secret.
Instinctively, your hand found his at the peak of your belly, holding it to you tightly. You took in a shaky breath to try and calm yourself as he rubbed slow circles with his thumb.
“You’re overthinking it. I want to be here. I asked for this.” Clark whispered as you breathed, “If you want, we could cancel right now and it certainly won’t change how I feel about you. I’d marry you before or after the baby, in fifty years… or now. I love you no matter what.”
He turned you to face the mirror, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. Strong waves of emotion hit you again as your bottom lip wavered, listening to him continue.
“My vow to you is that I will do everything I can to do right by our marriage. You and the baby are my top priority. Now and forever. And if this isn’t what you want–”
“No,” a wet laugh escaped you, “No. This is just… hard. I’m scared. And overwhelmed. But I’m also so happy. Happier than ever, and that in itself is scary. It’s hard to imagine myself moving forward without my Dad; and moving forward so quickly at that…”
“I know, sweetheart.” The raven haired man smiled to you solemnly, “You should know, I went to your father’s grave before I asked you to marry me. I spoke to him for over an hour, talking about you, justifying myself to be your husband.”
“You did that?”
Clark nodded, a sparkle in his eye, “Hand to God. Just because he’s not here with us doesn’t mean he’s not still a part of your life - of our life - when he still means the world to you.”
Openly, tears began to spill down your cheeks, “You really are the light of my life, Clark.”
“And you are mine, Sweetheart - my wife.”
He bent down and kissed you gently. When he pulled away, you looked at Clark and the sincerity in his eyes was enough to bring you down. After a moment, you were able to smile at him as you took in a few more deep breaths. Finally, your heartbeat began to steady. You squeezed Clark’s hand, trying to lift your own mood.
“Isn’t this bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”
“I thought we were getting eloped?” He chided. Pulling you close, he rubbed his thumbs against the sides of your stomach again, “Can’t be bad luck if I’m already the luckiest man alive.”
“You’re impossible." you rolled your eyes.
“Impossibly in love,” Clark murmured, taking your hand and lifting it above your head. You laughed lightly as he spun you around until you were facing the mirror again, “You look beautiful, by the way. You’re glowing.”
“Thank you… You’re pretty beautiful too, you know.”
“Your body tells me every time I walk in the room,” He hummed, latching his lips against the skin of your neck lazily, “You should hear your heart when I’m in the suit.”
You rolled your eyes at him, matching his smile. You pulled away from him and began to shoo him out of the room. He left giggling, but not before leaving another sweet kiss on your forehead,
“I’ll be waiting for you. I'll be the one at the end of the aisle.”
You smiled at him and closed the door, feeling a lot better than you had before. You felt like you were able to take in deeper breaths as you began to touch up your make-up from the tears.
You knew Clark actually loved you. And you loved him back just as fiercely. He was going to be the perfect husband and father, and your heart couldn’t help but swoon every time you thought of him, just like he said.
Everything was going to be okay.
In the courthouse, you walked down the aisle, feeling more sure than ever.
Clark, stealing the spotlight as always with his bright blue eyes and handsome stature, wore a triumphant smile; toothy and wide with dimples showing. Tears glistened in his eyes as you walked to him, and you could feel your own eyes starting to betray you as well.
Even though he made it seem like he’d invite the entirety of Metropolis, only a handful of friends were there. Jimmy and Lois were at the front, acting as your best man/maid-of-honor while Ma and Pa sat in the front row. There were also some people in the back that suspiciously looked like the Green Lantern, Hawkgirl… and then Mr. Terrific was just there, mask and all.
You walked slowly, taking it all in before approaching the front. With a smile, you took your husband-to-be’s hands. The raven-haired man gave you a wink as the officiant started the small ceremony.
The both of you stood in front of your friends and family as you gave your vows to each other, quietly and sincerely. Careful of your cast, Clark slipped the wedding band on your ring finger, giving it a soft kiss.
And soon enough, you were announced as husband and wife.
Clark kissed you delicately, his hand floating down to rest on the peak of your belly once more.
“I love you, Mrs. Kent.” He whispered, “Now and always.”
You thought to yourself that life couldn’t get any more perfect.
end a.n. ahhhhh I actually really loved writing this part!! a LOT happened, but I thought it was really sweet and precious and I love a protective dad!clark. I have some ideas for the finale :))) as always, let me know if this sucks (lol) if you would like to be on my Clark Kent/Superman taglist, OR if you have any requests! thanks y'all <3 love y'all to pieces!!
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Tumblr saw it first, Benito Bowl but make it ✨ Indigenous 🪶✨
So I had a vision: Basically I when I saw Benito’s Super Bowl Teaser when it came out, I was completely moved by the diversity of people and cultures coming together for his music. Then I thought about how cool it would be to have someone from my culture in the same video, even just for a few seconds. Maybe some day.
Also I may have been inspired by this Native American!Reader x Benito head canon by @yinny-roma , give it a read <3
I was thinking of this artwork today and got a little emotional, and then just now realized I never reblogged!!! Ahhh! Wanted to rectify that even though I’m like a month behind!
The art style is just *chef’s kiss* AMAZING!!!! I thought this was sooo beautiful and creative and I just cannot believe someone liked my writing enough to even be partially inspired, that’s insane 🥹!!!!
While things at home are tense, Benito finally makes some decisions for himself that he wants to stick with. All that he needs to do is tie up loose ends.
Last Part | Finale
wc. 5k | My Masterlist
notes. guys, thank you guys so much. I truly can't thank all of you enough for your love on this fic. Truly, y'all are something else, and anytime I get comments or messages on any parts of this series, it makes my entire day and has been making my entire weeks from Friday to Friday. I love y'all so much! This is the finale of the series, but at the end, I've mentioned a little surprise <3
tags. bad bunny x fem!reader, slow burn, angst, college AU, mentions of casual sex (always consentual) and drugs and alcohol, mentions of being drunk, some violence, but doesn't get to explicit. the both of you switch between english and spanish often, spanish isn't translated, and spanish is part google translate/part research
Things at home were… tense.
Benito walked around his childhood home like a stranger; his parents making it known that they still had no interest in speaking to him. He wasn’t even sure they really wanted him there in the first place, except for they had been so adamant about taking him home.
All the way home from the university, his parents had really let him have it.
It seemed like anything he said wasn’t enough. No matter how much work he’d been putting into his grades; no matter how much he said he didn’t punch someone for the hell of it, they didn’t believe him. To make matters so much worse, as they had been packing up his stuff, they had found the bottle of chocolate Pitorro he’d thrown under his bed a couple of weeks ago.
No matter how hard he tried, they didn’t believe him that he’d changed. They’d thought the worst of him, and even worse after they picked him up. His parents made sure to punish him as much as they possibly could.
They left his car at the school and cut the cable so he couldn’t watch TV either. If they hadn’t made Benito pay for his own internet and phone bill when he left for college, he was sure they would’ve tried to take that away too.
It felt bogus, but he understood why they were going to such lengths. Especially since he’d cut them off for so long, he could understand that they wanted to make him feel just as abandoned as he made them feel.
Still, he tried to get through to them.
There were moments where he would try to explain himself, but they weren’t having it. Not even his mom. It would just start bigger arguments about how Benito didn’t care or how he was throwing his life away, yelling over him to where he couldn’t share his piece.
It seemed like anytime he tried, it would just become a shouting match. They hadn’t seen his change throughout those few months with you; they were only choosing to see the worst parts of him still, as the boy he once was.
And Benito couldn’t blame them.
He knew they cared, or they wouldn’t have picked him up. But they certainly made it hard to want to talk to them. Benito was trying his hardest to get on their good side, but it just wasn’t working. They simply needed more time.
His sole focus, however, was on you. It had only been a day and a half since Sunday, but Benito worried about you. He wondered if you were adjusting back to class well. He hated the thought of Jace pestering you or Luis bothering you without him there; it sent shivers down his spine and anger to rise in his stomach every time he thought about it.
Benito would find his peace at night when he got to speak to you over the phone. You never failed to make him feel more at ease with his situation; staying as a reminder that he had more to look forward to.
He’d called you extremely late Tuesday night, hoping his parents in the room down the hall couldn’t hear him. He’d attempted to call the night before. Trying to be nice, he had let his parents know his plan, assuming that because it was you, it wouldn’t be such a big deal to talk on the phone for a while. It only resulted in another screaming match since his parents didn’t believe that he had a girlfriend now.
“Hello?”
Sleep laced your voice as you answered, making Benito smile to himself, “Ey, Mami.”
“Beni,” You breathed, “Are you okay?”
“Muchísimo mejor ahora, mi amor. Siento haber tardado tanto en llamar.”
“Entiendo.”
As you yawned, he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. It was close to 3 in the morning, but it was worth it to listen to your voice.
“Have you been able to talk to your parents?”
It was an innocent enough question, but it made Benito sigh, “No… They have no interest, still.”
“They’ll come around.”
Nodding, he wished he could’ve believed you too.
He talked to you for a while, just wanting to hear about your day. You told him that most things at the school were normal. He tried not to cringe when you told him about Jace asking thousands of questions now that he wasn’t there, but also felt a surge of pride and laughed when you told him that you left the room, slamming the door in the pest’s face.
After you’d drifted off one too many times, Benito opted to stop making you talk and started to listen to your quiet snores over the line for a while, imagining himself curled up with you. A big part of him regretted his decision, wishing he would have stayed with you instead.
Eventually, he hung up the call with a quiet promise to see you sooner rather than later and murmured, “Te amo, baby. Goodnight.”
The next day, Benito sat around the house anxiously. He had a plan he was going to set in motion, and he didn’t want to fuck it up by having a frivolous fight with his parents, so he made sure to keep himself busy and to keep his mouth shut. They were going to be much more mad at him anyway after his plan.
To keep preoccupied, Benito dug out the box with his soundboard and music supplies. He brought the gadget into the family room and set it up to his laptop like he used to. The program was older and slower, but it still worked just as fine as Benito remembered. He’d open the old songs saved to his drive and laugh at how young he sounded.
Although his parents had a sort of conniption about it, they weren’t as mad that he was doing something productive. In a sort of backwards way from you, they’d always liked that he did music in his free time, and had encouraged it when he needed to pick his major. He’d used the excuse that he was learning this in school before he was kicked out, and that seemed to work for them to let him be for the day.
Even though he’d used it as an excuse to pass the time, Benito found himself having fun again. There weren’t any grades, or really even anyone to show this music to; he was just making what he thought sounded best to him. During the day, he made beats to those songs he’d sang to you in Maya, having been stuck in his head all week.
When his parents went to bed that night, he stayed in their living room, still making beats. However, he kept his eyes on the window out front where the truck was parked.
It was a stupid plan, really: take the truck over to your place, spend the night with you in his arms, and get back before they could even realize he’d left. It wasn’t foolproof - there was tons of room for error - but that didn’t quite matter to him when his parents were pissed off at him anyway.
Benito waited until he could hear their soft snores before he turned off his laptop and put his plan to action. Tiptoeing his way around, he swiped his parents’ keys from the front table and tried not to smile to himself as he walked out the front door.
Running up to the truck, he quickly got in and roared the ignition to life. It was loud - maybe a little too loud - but he ignored that thought as he quickly pulled out of the driveway.
The drive wasn’t too long as he ended up being a bit of a speed demon on the highway, making it to your dorm in record time. With it being so late, Benito tried to look like he belonged in the building, navigating through the common areas and finding the way up to your room easily.
He rapped his knuckles on your door a few times, hoping he wasn’t taking things too far by showing up unannounced. But soon, he could hear the rustling behind your door; it cracked- the tiniest bit so you could see who was at your place so late at night.
The curly haired man barely waited until your face was in the frame, throwing the door open to then get his arms around you. You let out a noise of surprise when his arms wrapped around your waist and laid a kiss on your lips, but soon you relaxed into the touch, throwing your own arms around his neck to pull him closer.
Pulling away, he got a good look at you. Parts of your skin were stained with paint and your hair was pulled back. There was a spec of blue on your forehead Benito was sure you weren’t aware of, making him laugh lightly.
“Hi, Mami.”
“Hi.” You breathed out against his cheek, your eyes wide and stunned as you looked at him. “Qué estás…”
“Estoy aquí para verte en nuestra date night.”
You let out the smallest laugh, your hands traveling along his chest, “Son las once y cuarenta de la noche. You’re a little late for a date. But I appreciate you coming here.”
Benito smirked, licking a stripe on his thumb, watching your eyes flitter to his finger and tongue. Deliberately, he moved slowly, making it a bit of a show for you before reaching up and wiping the paint off of your forehead.
“Then we have twenty minutes to have a romantic date… ¿Qué nos recomiendas hacer?”
The shiver that went down your spine didn’t go unnoticed. He could feel it in your lower back just beneath his fingers that held you lightly to him. Arousal hit him hard, much as it had been doing any time he laid his eyes on you.
“I mean,” You mused aloud, “There’s a few things we could–”
Benito cut you off with a laugh, slamming his lips back into yours. He pushed you backwards until you fell onto your couch, pulling him on top of you. Grinding his hips against yours, you let out a squeak of noise that was so much better than any of the music he’d made that day.
Date night was definitely not going to be a waste.
***
Benito caressed the side of your leg, fingers gripping at the flesh of your thigh to pull you closer. Although the two of you had just finished your fill of fun, he still didn’t feel like he could get you any closer.
He loved this part of the night with you just as much as he loved the sex. The air around the both of you would get quiet, and Benito let himself feel vulnerable.
“Did I make the right choice?”
The question left his lips in a whisper.
Lightly, you were messing with the back of his head, twirling your fingers in the back of his curls. It made his skin tingle with a pleasant sensation, grounding him as the light tug you gave his hair pulled him back into reality.
“¿Sientes que tomaste la decisión equivocada?”
Benito dragged his nose against your collarbone, placing a kiss along the skin of your chest, just above your breast, “I don’t know… Kinda. ¿Y si estoy empeorando las cosas al no luchar por mi lugar en la escuela? Debería haberte hecho caso…”
“You said it yourself,” you shrugged, “You need to focus more on your relationship with your parents right now than you do on school. Además, seguirías preguntándote si estabas empeorando las cosas al quedarse también. Todavía estarías preocupado.”
As his lips grazed lower, he pressed your knee tight to his hip, “Guess so…”
A moan slipped from your throat as his head dipped below the covers. However, your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him back up in view. Flashing you a smile, he let go of your legs to crawl on top of you, unable to keep his lips from attaching to your neck again.
“Me inspiraste, Beni.”
The words were so quiet from you that he almost missed them over the rustling of sheets. He would’ve missed it if he hadn’t felt the gentle vibration in your jaw. Lifting his head only slightly from your neck, he gave you a quizzical look. Against his own chest, he could feel your heart fluttering.
“Hablé con mis padres.” You whispered, “I called on Monday morning… I thought it was so brave of you to want to fix things, I decided that maybe it was time to do the same.”
Benito watched as your eyes rimmed with tears, but he was quick to reach up and catch any before they fell. He whispered your name with the utmost adoration, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Las palabras no pueden describir lo orgulloso que estoy de ti…” He murmured, “What did they say?”
“Not much,” You choked back a sob, “Pero fue un buen comienzo.”
Benito nodded, quickly pressing his lips to yours, sensing that you didn’t want to continue on the sensitive topic right that second. He knew he would ask you about it again in the future, but he was happy you were being just as vulnerable with him.
Instead, he pulled you closer, whispering more praises to you. Although he wanted to make love to you over and over again, it was already getting very late, and you had school the next morning. Just around two in the morning, he begrudgingly pulled himself away from you and started to get dressed.
Just as he’d bent down to grab his pants, he felt a light spank on his left butt cheek, causing him to hiss through his teeth.
“Cuidado, Mami… unless you wanna stay up all night.”
You laughed, “I wouldn’t mind if it were with you.”
Although he chuckled with you, he shook his head, “You’re needed in school more than me. Te mantendré despierto el viernes, ¿qué te parece?”
“Is that a promise?”
A purr sounded deep in Benito’s chest as he nodded to you, “Ya lo creo.”
After the both of you got dressed, you walked him out of your building and to his truck, holding his hand tightly the entire way down.
Once there, he pulled you in for a close embrace, letting you bury your face into his chest, “Te quiero, Beni.”
“I love you too.”
Saying those words to you would never get old.
Finally separating, you two parted ways with one more kiss. He watched as you made your way back into the building safely before pulling off and driving the way back to his parent’s house.
Sometime around three, Benito pulled the truck into the driveway, cutting off the engine as soon as he placed it in park. The motor was still loud, but he hoped his parents couldn’t hear that from the outside. Carefully, he got out and made his way over the back fence, hoping that wouldn’t be as conspicuous and loud as the front door.
He certainly wasn’t as nimble as he once was in high school, but he was mostly proud of himself that despite how slow he was, he was still able to climb the wooden fence with little to no sound.
With a low thud, his feet hit the soil below him, and a gruff chuckle sounded from the back porch.
“Sabía que habías robado mi camioneta, cabrón.” His Dad’s voice spoke in a low murmur, “Me pareció demasiado bueno que estuvieras haciendo música otra vez.”
Benito rounded the corner, seeing that his father was sitting in one of the plastic chairs they kept near the back door, a cigarette between his fingers, seemingly having just been lit. He’d said he quit years ago, but there’d always been ash marks near the chair he sat in then.
“Pensé que habías renunciado.” the younger man said aloud.
“Me has estresado.” His father waved him off, “Quizás lo heredaste de mí.”
A breathless laugh escaped Benito as he looked at the scene before him, nodding. His father gestured to one of the other plastic chairs in the backyard, vaguely asking for Benito to grab one and pull one up to sit.
The younger of the two did just that, pulling up a chair to sit beside his father. The two sat in an almost uncomfortable, grating silence. The air smelled of cheap cigarettes and the salt of the sea.
“¿Qué demonios has estado haciendo?”
The question from his Dad wasn’t as angry as he thought it would be. Benito sighed, sitting back in the chair, running his hands through his curls. Relief flowed through him as he looked at his dad.
“No te culparía si no me crees.” He started, “Pero me enamoré. Todo ha sido para ella.”
Even in the pale light, he could see his father smirking just before taking a slow drag of his cigarette, “¿Esa chica que me plantó cara?”
Benito snickered, “Sí... lo siento.”
Again, the older man waved him off, “Me dio la impresión de que tiene los pies en la tierra. Necesitabas a alguien así desde hace mucho tiempo.”
“Papi,” Benito groaned, “Lo siento mucho. De verdad lo intentaba. Ella me estaba ayudando a mejorar mis notas, y Luis la amenazó… Tenía miedo de contarte lo que pasó, porque sabía que no me creerías.”
Exhaling, his Dad nodded to his son, looking him over carefully, “Te hemos exigido mucho porque sabemos que puedes dar más. Lamento que no siempre lo hayamos dicho de esa manera. Pero eres un chico muy inteligente, Benito. Nos enfureció que no lo notarás en ti antes.
“En mi juventud, yo también solo quería ser libre y vivir mi vida como quisiera, sin consecuencias. Me vi tanto en ti que, al ver que tomabas el mismo camino, te traté tal como mi padre me trataba a mí. Lo odié. Yo lo habría cortado de la misma manera que tú nos cortaste a nosotros.”
Carefully his father leaned forward, letting some of the ash from his cigarette fall to the ground below. He let out a sigh,
“¿Qué arreglará todo, mijo?”
Taking a second to think, Benito also sat forward in his chair, clasping his fingers together in front of him.
For several hours that night, Benito and his father sat outside for a long time talking and discussing everything until the sun rose over the horizon into a beautiful orange sky. The conversation was hard on both ends, and some tears were even shed over some apologies.
When his mom woke up the next morning, she blinked awkwardly as she walked into the living room, seeing the two men watching TV with the cable turned back on. In brief summaries, not wanting to make his mom too emotional, they explained everything they’d discussed outside to her.
His Mother pulled Benito close to her, holding him in a tight embrace that he hadn’t realized how much he missed. Even though he didn’t want to get emotional, he felt tears spring to his eyes again as he let himself wrap his arms around his mother’s shoulders.
She whispered apologies to him as well, wishing she hadn’t been so harsh on him before, but he didn’t let her make too many, telling her that he knew he’d been in the wrong too. Holding his mom, it felt more like the air was finally starting to filter out.
Over breakfast, all three of them actually sat around the table and ate and talked. Finally, Benito felt like he was able to give his entire side of things. He started from the beginning of the semester and how he’d spilled coffee on his TA, the nights out with you, the spring break party with Luis, all the way up until his stay with you in Maya (obviously leaving out any details his parents didn’t need to know).
It didn’t occur to him that he was gushing about you until his parents shared a coy smile with each other right after he’d mentioned your name again. In the past few hours of talking with both of his parents, he was sure he’d talked about you over a hundred times. He normally hadn’t been so open about girls with his parents, but it was only proving that you weren’t just another girl for him.
Although they hadn’t fully forgiven him yet, they were at least beginning to see his side, and they let up on most of his punishments.
On Friday, they even took him to campus to see you, giving him back his keys so he could drive back home with his own car. There were conditions set, like him being back home the next morning so he could help with chores, but they gave him some freedom for some time.
Getting to see you that night was just the cherry on top.
***
Everything was starting to feel much better for Benito, at least with all of the people he most cared about. Things weren’t as tense, and a lot of the bad was starting to be put behind him. He was even starting to do music more as a hobby again, having found a lot of joy in mixing and creating songs like he used to.
Benito thought school was behind him up until he got a call almost a week and a half later.
It was at the start of April, a week and a half later, when his parents came to his room with the news that they’d received an email from the Dean of his university. Thinking it was an April Fool’s joke, he’d laughed it off, but they quickly made it known that it was no joke. They made him follow them to the computer where they read off said email.
The email was asking for Benito to come back to the campus to plead his case after two witnesses stepped up and provided more evidence that had not been previously brought to light. It still didn’t quite register that it was real until yours and Lacy’s names were read out loud to him.
The young boricuan felt his heart speed up with adoration he didn’t know he could feel for you as he realized you’d fought for him once again.
His mother was the first to urge him to go to campus that day; march on in there and give them the entire story much like he had to them. His father suggested that he go with Benito to provide support, and maybe even try to persuade the dean in some way.
But Benito had his own plan, and he wanted them to trust him with that.
Heading up to campus in his beaten car that next day, he felt confident as he parked where he needed to and walked up to the building he was looking for. For a while, he had to wait in the little office waiting area, but he simply breathed through the butterflies in his stomach. When it was his turn, he walked in and talked to the dean as confidently as possible, giving the exact same story and plans he’d given to his parents.
They ended up talking for almost two hours, discussing everything going forward with the school. There were a lot of difficult decisions Benito had to make while sitting there, but he did it, and he did it with a clean conscious.
When the meeting was done, Benito felt like the last final piece of the puzzle was put in place.
It was close to evening time when Benito found himself outside in the lobby of your art class. He had tea in one hand and flowers in the other, finding himself more anxious to see you than he had the dean.
It was Wednesday, after all.
As the class began to filter out of the hall, he stood still and watched everyone pass him until you appeared. You were quietly talking to a classmate, almost oblivious to him as you walked to the door, when you did a double take.
He couldn’t help but smile as you ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck in a quick hug. As you two separated, you pulled him to sit with you on a bench just outside of the art studio. He handed you the tea and the flowers, but you quickly set them both aside, wrapping your arms around him again. Benito knew you weren’t one for public affection, but that didn’t seem to matter much to you then as you pulled him in for a kiss.
“¿Hablaste con el decano?” The excitement in your voice made Benito smile as he nodded. You made a small squeal, pressing the palms of your hands to his cheeks, “¿Qué dijo?”
“Gracias a ti y a Lacy, me dijo que podía ser readmitido si quería.” Taking your hand in his, he gave it a small squeeze, “He said that it was a big misunderstanding and that you two weren't the only ones that were at the party who were involved and saw the whole thing. They told me it’s possible Luis is going to be expelled instead.”
“We kinda launched a campus police investigation.” You said sheepishly, “Resulta que te has portado como un caballero con la mayoría de las señoras en las sororidades.. Most of them had really good things to say about you.”
Benito laughed as blood rushed to his cheeks. It’s not like you didn’t know he’d talked to most of them before you, but hearing that they stood up for him after everything did make him feel a certain bashfulness.
“You helped me though,” He said through a small sigh, “Everything good out of this has been because of you. Pase lo que pase, luchaste por mí. No tengo palabras para agradecerte la ayuda que me has brindado en cada paso del camino.”
Beaming, you pressed another kiss to his lips, “Vale la pena luchar por ti, ¿sabes?”
“So are you, mi amor,” Benito smiled.
“So, when is your first day back?”
Biting his lip, he’d been waiting for this question from you. Slowly, he shook his head, “No volveré. Al menos no este año.”
You blinked a few times, your smile faltering, “Benito…”
Quickly, he leaned toward you, grabbing your other hand so he held both of them tightly in his. He brought one of them up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles. A slow smile spread across his face as he looked at you.
“No acepté la oferta del decano, al menos no todavía. I discussed it with my parents and in the meeting with the dean today, but I decided that it’s best for me to take a gap year to focus on getting my life together. I can come back when I want to.
“I told you that the only reason I wanted to stay was for you, and it was silly of me to say, but I meant it. La verdad es que no es justo para nadie. La escuela nunca ha sido lo mío, y eso está bien. If I’m going to finish it, I need to finish it on my own timeline.”
Nodding, you squeezed his hands back tightly.
“That’s brave of you. And if that’s what you feel is best, sabes que estoy aquí para ti.”
After another sweet kiss from you, he had gotten up and started walking towards your dorm with you, you with the tea in your hand as Benito held the flowers in his. Between you, you had your fingers laced together tightly, slightly swinging as the two of you walked.
“Speaking of being there for you,” Benito chuckled, “Mis padres me van a ayudar a encontrar un apartamento aquí en San Juan... para poder estar cerca de ti. I want to work a little, maybe do some music on the side, but only as long as it’s as close to you as possible.”
You bit the middle of your lip, and Benito stopped you both to reach up and place his hand along your cheek, using his thumb to pull it out from underneath your teeth. Just below a whisper, he breathed out a soft, “ey, no los arruines” as he resisted the urge to kiss you just yet.
“Cerca de mí, ¿eh?”
“As possible.”
Leaning forward, you captured him in a kiss again, making all of the air in his lungs leave him. After a tender moment, the two of you separated and locked eyes for just a moment. He couldn’t help but wonder how he ended up with someone so pretty.
The two of you resumed your walk for only a few steps before you started to giggle to yourself, pulling him along with you, “So, this has to stay between us.”
Furrowing his eyebrows, he still smiled as he gave you a look, “Okay?”
“You didn’t hear it from me, but…” you brought your voice down to a whisper, “I think your friend Lacy might’ve slashed Luis’ tires too.”
Benito’s eyes widened and a small laugh escaped him, “What?”
You shrugged and shushed him quickly, though you also couldn’t help but laugh, “Nadie debe saberlo, pero quizás agradécele un poco más…”
“That’s… wow…” He shook his head in disbelief as you squeezed his hand once again.
“People love you, Benito.”
He smiled, “¿Y tú?”
You nodded sincerely, making Benito’s heart soar.
“It took some time to realise, but I think you struck my heart the day we met. Curiosamente... creo que me enamoré de ti cuando derramaste el café sobre mí.”
“You’ll never let me live that down, huh?”
Both of you grinned at each other as you shook your head.
“Nunca.”
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