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A fresh face wax and cold eye masks are an unbeatable combination

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Been up for two hours and todays even busier than yesterday… I need more sleep omg

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𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬

Clark notices immediately that something is amiss. You’re not happy, not like you usually are and it worries him. 

You’re a spritely person by nature, at least at the Planet. Always making jokes with Jimmy and chatting with Lois about tech and rock bands, bringing cakes in for the week,  and you’re usually yellow. 

It’s a little strange to Clark, how yellow you are given that you’re similar to Lois in the way you don’t always automatically assume everyone is a friend, but your yellow rivals the sun. 

However, today you’re bluer than blue could be and it makes his chest ache. 

Well you’ve been blue all week, but today your blue is too much. 

You come in and sit at your desk, sticking your earbuds in and getting started on the remainder of your articles for Perry. 

You’re not even wearing your cute flask earrings. 

Clark feels stuck at his desk, staring at you over the top of his monitor screen as he tries to formulate a plan. 

“Do something.” Jimmy whispers to him, worry coating his words. 

“Why me?” Clark asks, still not entirely sure about the relationship you and him have. 

Jimmy looks at him with a blank stare, “Sometimes I think working on that farm made you a little dense, Clark. She likes you, you like her. Make her feel better.”  Jimmy rolls his eyes at the surprise on Clark’s face.

He sputters but then you shift in your seat and his eyes are on you instantly. 

“Okay, cover for me if Perry comes looking.” 

Jimmy nods, watching Clark slink out of the front door of the building and towards the little cafe three blocks down. 

He comes back thirty minutes later, with three brown paper bags and two coffees. 

Clark sets the bags down gently on your desk and taps your shoulder. You flinch and then sigh, your shoulders dropping as fast as they had risen. 

“Sorry,” Clark whispers when you remove your earbuds. You shrug, wiping your eyebrow. 

“I got you some things from that cafe you like.” Clark sets two of the bags in front of you and a cup of the coffee. “They’re all your favourites,” he says almost shyly, a light blush on his face when you look up at him. 

They are. The  iced coffee has  buttered pecan syrup. Then you look into the bags and find a ham and cheese croissant, a herb and cheese scone, a sticky bun and a chocolate croissant.

“Clark,” you say, looking up at him in surprise. “But why?” 

He shrugs, stooping low so no one can hear what he says. “Because you looked sad all week and we were beginning to get worried.” You look past him and spot Jimmy and Lois staring at the two of you.

They look away as soon as they catch your gaze.

You bite your lip. “I didn’t mean to worry anyone. I’ve just had a rough week.”

“Let’s go to the break room.”

That gets a smile from you which makes Clark smile in turn. 

The break room is a room big enough only for a sofa and the smallest side table you’ve ever seen. 

Clark sits and you do as well, but even for your little smile, your frown returns tenfold. 

“Are you okay?” you sigh, taking a long sip of the coffee. 

“Not really.” You tip your head back and stare at the ceiling. Clark says nothing, just looks at you where you lay your head. You take a deep breath before continuing. “Have you ever felt like every ounce of affection you’ve received is only because of what you can do for others?”

There’s emotion clogged in your throat but you distract yourself from it by opening one of the brown paper bags and pulling out the ham and cheese croissant. 

Clark measures his words, “On occasion I’ve felt like that. But not often.”

You give him a smile before taking a bite. Clark wants to cradle your face when he notices the tears in your eyes. 

“It’s good that it’s not often.” When you swallow, you continue, “Sibling relationships are strange. Sometimes you think them an extension of yourself and other times it’s nearly a sin to be compared to them,” you take another bite. “I always feel the first, and it’s become clear over the years my siblings don’t think of me till they need something from me.”

Clark hates that you sound so withdrawn. You offer him a bite of the croissant and smile when he doesn’t take it. 

“We like you even if you didn’t give us anything.” He says softly, watching you carefully. 

“I know,” Clark doesn’t think you believe him though. 

He cups your face, palm warm and calloused where it rests on your cheek. “Honey,” he breathes, eyes flitting between your eyes. “You’re valuable because you’re a human. Not because you make super fucking delicious snacks for us. You’re respected and loved despite all of that. Especially here.” 

Your breath shudders and you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Clark,” he rubs your back when your breath hitches. 

“Jimmy was really worried too. Nearly came over and took your headphones to make you talk to him about some photo he got of a weird looking horse.” 

Your giggle gets choked and becomes a sob. “He’s a really good friend.” 

Clark nods, kissing the crown of your head. “Lois wanted to send another punk rock album but she didn’t want to bother you.” 

You sigh, “She should’ve sent it. I like listening to music she recommends.” 

Clark can feel the front of his shirt getting damp but he doesn’t mind. 

“And you got me all this stuff just because?” You whisper, almost a little shy, and he sighs, his nose pressed into your hair. 

“To make you happy. I don’t like seeing you pout.” 

You pull back, “It did make me happy. Thank you, Clark.” 

He wipes your eyes, “Don’t think you’re only loved because of what you do. We love you just for existing and I mean it.” 

Jimmy comes in to find you and throws himself on your lap on the small sofa in the tiny break room. 

“You scared me! Come look at the picture of the horse, I swear he was smiling at me!” 

Clark winks at you when you leave with Jimmy, your coffee clutched to your chest.

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Fawn I’m obsessed with this cozy autumnal theme!! Sorry to hear you’re dealing with so much stress right now, take care of yourself <33

Mae you are the cutest ever!! Yours reminds me of Coraline so much every time i see your pfp i think of the weird crawl space to the other reality!

I'm definitely trying to! My mum got me a new bath soap and some new face creams and stuff so I'm gonna have a mini self care night tonight because it's been a lot!

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Hahaha anxiety attack in the work bathroom because I’m doing ten million work things and talking my brother into going to repeat subjects he didn’t pass, and reassuring my mother that making him do them over is the right thing and then helping all my coworkers set up their class and set up my own class and -

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𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬

Clark notices immediately that something is amiss. You’re not happy, not like you usually are and it worries him. 

You’re a spritely person by nature, at least at the Planet. Always making jokes with Jimmy and chatting with Lois about tech and rock bands, bringing cakes in for the week,  and you’re usually yellow. 

It’s a little strange to Clark, how yellow you are given that you’re similar to Lois in the way you don’t always automatically assume everyone is a friend, but your yellow rivals the sun. 

However, today you’re bluer than blue could be and it makes his chest ache. 

Well you’ve been blue all week, but today your blue is too much. 

You come in and sit at your desk, sticking your earbuds in and getting started on the remainder of your articles for Perry. 

You’re not even wearing your cute flask earrings. 

Clark feels stuck at his desk, staring at you over the top of his monitor screen as he tries to formulate a plan. 

“Do something.” Jimmy whispers to him, worry coating his words. 

“Why me?” Clark asks, still not entirely sure about the relationship you and him have. 

Jimmy looks at him with a blank stare, “Sometimes I think working on that farm made you a little dense, Clark. She likes you, you like her. Make her feel better.”  Jimmy rolls his eyes at the surprise on Clark’s face.

He sputters but then you shift in your seat and his eyes are on you instantly. 

“Okay, cover for me if Perry comes looking.” 

Jimmy nods, watching Clark slink out of the front door of the building and towards the little cafe three blocks down. 

He comes back thirty minutes later, with three brown paper bags and two coffees. 

Clark sets the bags down gently on your desk and taps your shoulder. You flinch and then sigh, your shoulders dropping as fast as they had risen. 

“Sorry,” Clark whispers when you remove your earbuds. You shrug, wiping your eyebrow. 

“I got you some things from that cafe you like.” Clark sets two of the bags in front of you and a cup of the coffee. “They’re all your favourites,” he says almost shyly, a light blush on his face when you look up at him. 

They are. The  iced coffee has  buttered pecan syrup. Then you look into the bags and find a ham and cheese croissant, a herb and cheese scone, a sticky bun and a chocolate croissant.

“Clark,” you say, looking up at him in surprise. “But why?” 

He shrugs, stooping low so no one can hear what he says. “Because you looked sad all week and we were beginning to get worried.” You look past him and spot Jimmy and Lois staring at the two of you.

They look away as soon as they catch your gaze.

You bite your lip. “I didn’t mean to worry anyone. I’ve just had a rough week.”

“Let’s go to the break room.”

That gets a smile from you which makes Clark smile in turn. 

The break room is a room big enough only for a sofa and the smallest side table you’ve ever seen. 

Clark sits and you do as well, but even for your little smile, your frown returns tenfold. 

“Are you okay?” you sigh, taking a long sip of the coffee. 

“Not really.” You tip your head back and stare at the ceiling. Clark says nothing, just looks at you where you lay your head. You take a deep breath before continuing. “Have you ever felt like every ounce of affection you’ve received is only because of what you can do for others?”

There’s emotion clogged in your throat but you distract yourself from it by opening one of the brown paper bags and pulling out the ham and cheese croissant. 

Clark measures his words, “On occasion I’ve felt like that. But not often.”

You give him a smile before taking a bite. Clark wants to cradle your face when he notices the tears in your eyes. 

“It’s good that it’s not often.” When you swallow, you continue, “Sibling relationships are strange. Sometimes you think them an extension of yourself and other times it’s nearly a sin to be compared to them,” you take another bite. “I always feel the first, and it’s become clear over the years my siblings don’t think of me till they need something from me.”

Clark hates that you sound so withdrawn. You offer him a bite of the croissant and smile when he doesn’t take it. 

“We like you even if you didn’t give us anything.” He says softly, watching you carefully. 

“I know,” Clark doesn’t think you believe him though. 

He cups your face, palm warm and calloused where it rests on your cheek. “Honey,” he breathes, eyes flitting between your eyes. “You’re valuable because you’re a human. Not because you make super fucking delicious snacks for us. You’re respected and loved despite all of that. Especially here.” 

Your breath shudders and you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Clark,” he rubs your back when your breath hitches. 

“Jimmy was really worried too. Nearly came over and took your headphones to make you talk to him about some photo he got of a weird looking horse.” 

Your giggle gets choked and becomes a sob. “He’s a really good friend.” 

Clark nods, kissing the crown of your head. “Lois wanted to send another punk rock album but she didn’t want to bother you.” 

You sigh, “She should’ve sent it. I like listening to music she recommends.” 

Clark can feel the front of his shirt getting damp but he doesn’t mind. 

“And you got me all this stuff just because?” You whisper, almost a little shy, and he sighs, his nose pressed into your hair. 

“To make you happy. I don’t like seeing you pout.” 

You pull back, “It did make me happy. Thank you, Clark.” 

He wipes your eyes, “Don’t think you’re only loved because of what you do. We love you just for existing and I mean it.” 

Jimmy comes in to find you and throws himself on your lap on the small sofa in the tiny break room. 

“You scared me! Come look at the picture of the horse, I swear he was smiling at me!” 

Clark winks at you when you leave with Jimmy, your coffee clutched to your chest.

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what’s the scent called?

It’s twinkling pine and cedar by glade!!!!! It so so good! It reminds me of like cold December nights honestly

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Bought a new air freshener yesterday and it literally smells like Christmas!!!

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One of the parents sent me a photo of their kid and legitimate tears were in my eyes because he’s gotten so big and I’ve known him since he was 1.5 years old ☹️

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this is the autumn i finally read/listen to Babel! any words of advice???

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Sad clark kent fic in the works😶

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fawn fawn I love your Clark Kent!! What about him and shy!reader having their first sleepover and clark is a clingy sleeper and doesn’t want her to move/wake up without him???

hehe thank you so much for reading! and you know what? clark would absolutely not be a morning person given all his superman work

You wake up in a mess of your legs tangled with Clark’s. It's your second night at his place, and sleeping next to him has become your favourite thing ever.

Clark runs incredibly hot, and on cold nights in Metropolis, it’s better than any duvet. 

You don’t have anything planned for the day, but you’ve already slept in three hours more than you usually would, and you’re in need of a hot cup of coffee. 

When you try shifting so you’re facing Clark, he whines and tightens his arms around you. 

“Honey,” his voice is all rasp first thing in the morning like this and you can’t say you hate it. 

“It’s time to wake up, Clark.” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. 

“No,” he mumbles, turning so he can lay his head on your chest.

You giggle, scratching at the base of his neck and watching, delighted, as a crop of goosebumps erupt under your touch. 

“We can’t stay here all day. It’s a really sunny day, we can go have a picnic or go visit Maggie at the market.” Maggie is Clark’s favourite lady at the market because she makes the best jams; his words, but the sentiment is shared between you. 

“Mmm,” he whines, pulling the sheets over his head.

You had never expected this from Clark. For him not to be a morning person or for him to be so unwilling to let you out of his bed. Though the last part had been a secret hope. 

“Baby,” you ruffle his hair where he rests, “C’mon darling. Let’s wake up and get some coffee and have a slice of the coffee cake you made yesterday.”

Clark whines again,  “No. I just want to lay with you.” 

You stretch and reach for your phone, tapping the screen to find that it’s nearly ten o’clock. “It’s already late, baby, c’mon. Let me see your face.”

He can’t deny you that, and pulls his head out from under the sheets, blue eyes a little bleary as he looks up at you. 

Clark looks pretty first thing in the morning, hair a little scruffed up from sleep and where your hand had been running through it. “Hi,” you murmur and he softens even more. 

“You’re not being very nice to me.” he grumbles, kissing your cheek and laying down again. “Five more minutes?”

You roll your eyes, “It’s already past ten, let’s get a move on.” 

Clark whines, rolling off you and sighing. “Give me a kiss then, since you insist on waking up.”

You pepper his face with kisses making him smile, he’s only pretending to be upset anyways. “What about my lips?” 

You laugh then, cupping his cheeks while Clark smiles up at you with his perfect dimples. You kiss him twice on the lips and when you pull away, he’s flat on his back with the most content smile you’ve ever seen on his face. 

“Better?” you ask, stroking his face as you hover over him. 

He nods, “Yes, honey. Give me five minutes and I’ll go make us some coffee.” 

You kiss his chin and lay right next to him, “Never thought you’d not be a morning person.”

He chuckles, turning his face to rub his nose along your jaw. “I just like laying with you, honey. What’s so wrong about that?”

You and Clark end up laying for another half hour before he’s finally ready to get out of bed, and even then, you don’t really leave the bed because Clark brings the coffee and cake right up to bed for you to have.

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absolute menace but still such a good boy :')))

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Fluffy Clark blurb tomorrow morning!!!!

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I love sleeping while it’s raining as much as anybody but when the rain is literally so loud it keeps you from sleeping something’s wrong

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everyone's feeling bad for jeremiah when i can't stop thinking that he could have avoided all this if he just let his brother and belly kiss instead of shooting off that bs firework in season 1

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this may be tmi but is anyone else suffering with insulin resistance and absolutely going through it with their medication??? i've been on metformin for 2 years now and i swear if i stay under my daily dosage [1500mg, which is three pills] i'm good, but the SECOND i take all three i am in the toilet either vomitting or having the most insane bowel movements of my life