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── WHERE CLARK bench presses his girl. 𝜗𝜚

concept warnings: pure fluff, fem!reader, domestic clark kent.

uploaded from my old blog c:

The gym was quieter than usual for a Saturday afternoon, just the steady hum of treadmills, the faint clang of weights, and the occasional thud of a medicine ball hitting the mat.

You were perched on a bench by the wall, book half-open in your lap, watching Clark out of the corner of your eye. He was in a faded grey T-shirt and sweats, hair a little mussed from his run, moving through his workout with that calm, deliberate pace that somehow still managed to draw more than a few glances from people passing by.

When he caught you looking, he grinned—soft and a little mischievous. “Hey. Come here for a sec?”

You tilted your head, suspicious. “Why?”

“I wanna bench press you.”

Your laugh was immediate. “You what? No. Absolutely not.”

He motioned you closer with a curl of his fingers, like this was the most normal request in the world.

“Clark,” you said, standing but pointing at him, “what if you drop me?”

He sat up, brows knitting in genuine confusion. “Drop you? I’ve caught planes midair.”

“That is not the same as catching me.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, quiet but with that infuriating little smile, “I’d never let you fall. Ever.”

It was ridiculous. And yet, a minute later, you were standing beside the bench press station, your book abandoned, your heart thudding.

Clark lay back on the bench, reaching for you with the kind of careful hands that made you forget how strong he really was. And then without so much as a strain he lifted you up, holding you steady above him like it was the easiest thing he’d done all day.

His breath was slow and even, a warm huff every time he lowered you a few inches and then pushed you back up again, just like he would with a barbell. Between each lift, he spoke in short bursts:

“Easiest… rep… of my life.”

Another push, and his grin widened when you tried not to laugh.

“Could… do this… all day.”

The hardest part for him seemed to be keeping his smile in check as he looked up at you. Every time he lowered you closer, his eyes softened like he was memorising your face from this upside down angle.

“Clark Kent,” you warned, trying to keep a straight face, “you’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, lowering you back to the ground with deliberate care, “but you’re the only workout I’m never skipping.”

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the video of clark kissing lois with his glasses on… i need that nerd NOW! why is he so arhrhrjjfhfhrhdhf

Not often do I feel so strongly but I would like him to walk me like a dog

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steve harrington (stranger things)

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✨ BIG ANNOUNCEMENT TIME ✨

alright jack o’connell nation, it’s happening—i’m making a jack o’connell zine 💥

think:

📖 fic snippets

🎨 fanart (thirsty, wholesome, cursed — all welcome)

📝 essays & meta

🎶 playlists

😂 meme pages

💌 and whatever other chaos your jack-addled brains can conjure

this is gonna be a collaborative love letter to all 49 of his known characters (yes. all. pray for me.) and the man himself.

how to join the chaos:

send me an ask or dm if you want to contribute

fic, art, graphics, playlists, meta, cursed text posts—all welcome

no deadlines yet, but start hoarding your ideas like a dragon with treasure

goal: create something so filthy, heartfelt, and feral that jack himself would 100% deny reading but absolutely read in secret.

reblog to spread the word—the more jack freaks in one place, the better. 💥