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[gemmawritess]

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✧*̥˚ superman fic recs part 1 *̥˚✧

a/n: a little collection of superman fics i'be loved recently!

part 1 I part 2 I part 3

my superman masterlist I fic recs masterlist

✧*̥˚ fluff *̥˚✧

superman's sweetheart by @colouredbyd in which you, a world-famous celebrity, confess during a late-night interview that your celebrity crush is none other than superman, sending the internet into chaos - only for him to shatter headlines weeks later by confirming you’re the one he’s hopelessly in love with.

he is touched starved by @staseras clark had never realized just how touch starved he was until you came into his life and started touching him like it your god given right.

stranger danger by @lalalovelyly In which you get drunk and don't recognize your boyfriend

domestic bliss by @gemmawritess Knowing how sassy your boyfriend can be when he's sleepy you decide to make his morning better.

i can see you by @stargazsblog you and clark have been secretly dating for three months. no touching, barley talking at work. so why does it feel like everyone knows?

sore in all the right places by @maikorian what better way to make up to your girlfriend after wrecking her in bed than making her breakfast in the morning!

daddy doesn't wear a cape by @hangmanwrites clark comes home late in the suit and accidentally wakes his daughter, who does not take kindly to being confused at two in the morning. a lot of yelling follows, some very serious tests are administered, and you wake up just in time to witness the aftermath. it's all soft chaos, bedtime hugs and sleepy floating.

giving in by @luveline Clark is so completely oblivious to your flirting that you start to wonder if he even understands what flirting is. (He does, and he can prove it.)

lovestruck and looking out the window I part 2 by @tangledinlove you see your friend clark without his glasses for the first time. he looks… oddly familiar

the love list by @stevebabey You’ve been in love before, okay? And it’s… alright, you guess. You’re sensitive. And you miss jokes, and you’re stuck wondering if it’s you who’s just not getting it. Love. Enter Clark Kent — mutual friend recently turned boyfriend, sweetheart, and small-town farm boy. Also the man who’s making you question everything you know about love. Which isn’t a lot. Better make a list.

farmboy flush by @umethyst The aftermath of Little Miss Wayne giving Clark the night of his life.

jealous clark kent by @goldenbrowns

reporter gets interviewed by @08luvmailz

domestic clark hcs by @vitoriadior

✧*̥˚ smut *̥˚✧

late night call for mr kent by @audreyownsdiamonds clark’s calling his girlfriend, late at night, ready to tell her how much he misses his sweet girl. but you got other plans

suckable by @coquettepascal a routine fire alarm inspection leads into you proving to clark that he does have a suckable dick (kinda.)

yes ma'am by @night-scare Clark likes his editor, even if she's a little mean to him.

office gossip by @blank-potato You have a big crush on Superman, and the whole office knows it, especially Clark. When you can't seem to stop thinking about him or talking about him, it has you asking yourself (and the office): Is Superman good in bed?

watch the headboard, baby by @herweirdass clark loses control and accidentally breaks the headboard during sex, but you stay on top—literally. i just love sub clark omg.

10 things you hate about clark kent by @bitterbalad You had just moved to Metropolis from Gotham after quitting the Gotham Gazette. You thought it would be a breeze. But there's 10 things about your coworker that irk you more than you ever thought.

then you come through like the sweetener you are by @cerisereids A walk home with Clark after a date soon turns into much more once it starts pouring rain.

kissing blurb by @maiamore

✧*̥˚ hurt/comfort/angst *̥˚✧

you hide your injuries from him by @staseras you’ve been asking your boyfriend to take down a bookshelf for months, but every time he gets to it, something comes up and the world needs your boyfriend. you decide enough is enough, so you decide to do it yourself. it’s going well until you fall and get hurt, and you hide the injuries from him because you don’t want to worry him. he finds out anyway.

solar warmth by @pittsick you're cramping, exhausted, and curled up on the bathroom floor when Clark finds you. he doesn’t try to fix everything—he just holds you like you’re his whole world, and somehow, that’s enough.

you love me so hard and i still can't sleep by @squipa you and clark have loved each other as long as you've known each other-- so clark knows when something is wrong. but how do you tell a man that loves you so much that you're scared he'll realize how much better he can do?

you didn't kiss me goodbye by @bodhiscurls after an arguement with your boyfriend, clark kent does the unthinkable. he doesn't come home, doesn't kiss you goodbye and doesn't return until its midnight and you've fallen asleep on your sofa. good job, clark still has the goodnight kiss to redeem himself.

foolish hearts by @tw1sters Loving Clark Kent is easy, but he seems to find letting you go even easier. At least, until Clark is forced to fully reckon with what it means to really lose you.

clark x shy reader by @luveline

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i just had this random thought about clark. maybe it's like new years eve or something and there's fireworks (reader loves watching them) but clark is scared of them because of his super hearing (like animals basically). so reader just calms him down and stuff.

Human as anyone

Okay first off, I absolutely love this idea and it's so plausible for Clark! Second, sorry for this taking so long I legit rewrote this like 3 times and still lowkey unsure of it but anyways I hope you like it, if not feel free to comeback with feedback! Thank you so much for the request💞

"Clark, c'mon, it's almost 12!!" you called out, standing at the front of your apartment, ready to race out to the roof to watch the beautiful fireworks erupt for New Year's Eve. The leather jacket you had stolen  borrowed  from your boyfriend was draped over your shoulders, still keeping your sleek dress visible. Even if it was just you and Clark celebrating the new year together, you wanted to dress up a little.

"I'm coming!" he called back, appearing in front of you, wearing the jeans you had bought him for Christmas and your favourite navy shirt of his. You closed the distance between you both to press a kiss to his lips and whisper in his ear how handsome he looked.

"Should we go and watch the fireworks on the roof? I think it should be a clear view," you asked, running your hands over his cheeks, which were a hue of red thanks to your compliments.

"Yeah, sounds good to me, baby," he hummed, chasing your lips like a starving man. You let him indulge in one kiss before grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the apartment.

Both of you laughed as you thundered up the stairwell of your apartment complex. Warm breezes greeted you both when the door flung open. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling brightly with the moon shining alongside them. Clark was looking up in awe — he'd always loved watching the sky.

Finding a comfortable spot to sit with a good view of the town square, Clark had no hesitation sitting you on his lap, making sure your dress didn't have the chance to get dirty. A content sigh slipped out of your mouth as you leaned your back further into Clark's chest, your legs tangling with his.

"I hope they're good this year," you said, running your fingernails over his forearms, which wrapped around your waist. In reply, your boyfriend just hummed against your head, keeping his chin on the crown of your head.

Before you knew it, the countdown had started to the new year. In sync, you and Clark began counting along with the rest of the town. You celebrated in chorus as the clock hit the new year. Immediately after, you moved in his lap to kiss Clark. He knew it wasn't going to be just a peck — it barely ever was with how sweet you tasted. The fireworks started warming up in the sky with mild booms as you rocked your hips — earning some groans from Clark.

After Clark had elicited some gasps from you as he nipped on your bottom lip and let his hands roam free, you both pulled back breathless.

"Happy New Year, Clark," you whispered, admiring how big his pupils were.

"Happy New Year to you too," he murmured back, brushing some hair out of your face. Closing the distance again, you pushed the kiss further, tangling your hands in his irresistibly soft hair. Clark let you gain access to his neck. Just as you kissed the side of his neck, he stilled. A barrage of fireworks echoed through the city. Slowly, you moved your head to see what was wrong.

"Clark?" you asked, your hands resting on the side of his neck.

"Sorry, baby, just... caught me off guard," he murmured, trying to hide the shakiness of his voice. Regardless, he chased your lips. Feeling wary, you still returned to your course of trailing kisses on his neck.

The frenzy of colours from the fireworks illuminated you both in a bright range of colours. Another big barrage of rockets shot up, the booms somehow louder than before. Instead of just stilling under your touch, your Clark had begun to tremble slightly.

"Clark, honey, what's wrong?" you asked, looking into his deep blue eyes and suddenly noticing how his eyes darted up with the fireworks.

"Nothing..." he tried to defend himself. "M'fine," he added with a weak smile — not even his dimples came out to defend him.

"You're shaking, Clark," you exclaimed gently at his hands on your waist, picking his hand up to cradle in yours. "Is it the fireworks?" you asked quickly.

"They're just a little loud, s'all," he replied, his body joining in with his hand tremors.

"Oh god, I should've thought of that. I'm so sorry, baby." Quickly, you hopped up and wrapped your hands around his wrists to hoist him up. You forgot about how sensitive Clark's hearing can be.

"Hey, hey, I'm fine and you wanted to watch them!" Clark retaliated, not pulling you back — just hesitating slightly.

"Clark. We both know you're scared. I know when your eyes dart around and when you start shaking that you're scared," you reasoned. "You told me that too," you added, using your strength to try to get him walking. Before Clark could try to make up some reason on how he's fine, multiple fireworks shot up, booming like a machine gun, causing Clark to unconsciously wince and duck over to you.

"Awh, baby," you cooed as you helped him down the stairs to get inside. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder, you both made your way back inside the apartment — the fireworks slightly muffled, yet still booming.

"M'sorry... I know you love the fireworks," Clark whispered into your neck like a scared child, following you as the front door swung open.

"I do love the fireworks, but I love you more — and I'm not having you sit there scared just for me," you rebutted gently. Taking his hand, you led him to your bedroom. Your heart breaking each time you saw the brave Superman flinch with every loud crack. He stood there trembling, fumbling with the fly of his jeans. The fear clouding his mind — each crack was loud for you, but with Clark's Kryptonian hearing, it felt like an even louder boom right in his ear.

Taking it upon yourself, wordlessly, you helped him undress and put on some of his favourite flannel PJ pants and an old Metropolis College jersey. The fireworks were somehow still going relentlessly outside. The sky was being sprayed in bold colours. Quickly, you slipped out of your dress and, in world record time, wiped your makeup off and joined Clark in wearing another one of his old college shirts.

"What do you need me to do?" you asked in the quietest voice possible.

"Just need a distraction," Clark whispered, his voice shaky and about to break. Somehow, you withheld a smirk and a cheesy pickup line and guided your boyfriend to lay in bed with you — or rather lay on you. You cupped his face in your palms and made sure one of his ears was directly over your heartbeat.

From similar situations, Clark had told you how much your heartbeat soothes him — how he knows your heart and the soft rhythm. Clark’s arms were already tightly wrapped around your waist, the grip tightening with each loud barrage. The boom of the fireworks still echoed through the building. You needed more of a distraction.

Slowly, you stretched an arm out to grab the TV remote to put on Clark’s favourite movie — Star Wars, specifically Episode III. You cranked up the volume loud. You could deal with your neighbours’ noise complaints later. What mattered was all six feet of your boyfriend trembling and about to cry from the fear.

The city outside had set off a big set of extremely loud rockets. Those were Clark’s breaking point. He suddenly ripped his hands up over his ears, tears spilling from his glassy blue eyes. You brought your hands to sit over his and lifted his head to get a look into his eyes.

"Focus here, Clark. You're okay. You're okay. You have to focus on the movie and me — not the fireworks," you said, keeping eye contact, kissing the tears that fell down his cheeks.

"It's ringing so loud. It hurts," he sobbed out, hiccuping a breath. His knuckles turned white from the way he gripped his ears.

"I know, I know," you murmured. Just before you spoke again, the same loud set went off in a mocking reverberation. Clark's body trembled as he cried. Unsure of what to do, you coaxed his head back down onto your heart. Gently, you ran your hands along his back and into his hair in a circuit, humming along to the movie playing.

You didn't know what to do — with no way to truly comfort him, you kept humming and let him press his head harder against your chest. The hyperventilations started to slow down as he gasped air back into his lungs. The louder set seemed to have finished, but the city kept sending up the somewhat quieter ones. You observed the dozens that shot up into the sky from the window. It was an obscene amount of crackers. His tears spilling onto your sleep shirt seemed to slow down.

"Clark?" you hummed softly, toying with his hands that still rested over his ears.

"I'm sorry," he whispered weakly, the tremble still evident in his voice.

"Don't be sorry. It's normal to be scared. I should've taken your hearing into consideration," you kept whispering softly, your fingers finding one of his curls to brush. "Is it still ringing?" you inquired. Clark gave you a small nod against your chest, shakily inhaling as he went.

Unable to check the time, you kept watching the movie you'd seen at least a dozen times thanks to Clark’s obsession and held him through the tremors. His muscles slightly relaxed with his breathing beginning to even out, Clark’s hands falling slack on your chest.

The city still bustling outside and the sky still lit, but you and Clark had begun to fall asleep. Staying quiet, you made sure Clark was fully asleep by whispering his name a few times before switching the TV off. You kept humming songs gently before turning off the lamp next to you, still humming as you nuzzled your face against his head. You hummed yourself to sleep after once again confirming Clark was still asleep — yet the occasional stray firework made him jolt unconsciously.

This is where so many internet trolls and Lex Luthor are wrong. No alien gets scared of fireworks — humans do. And for that, Clark Kent is as human as anyone.

[gemmawritess]

Another one of these posts because I feel bad but I am finishing off the request I got!! I'm sorry it's been taking me ages I plan to hopefully get it out by at least Saturday just because I have a lot to fit in my schedule this week. I apologise once again and I send lots of love to you all xoxo

[gemmawritess]

i am not okay, i love everything about him

[gemmawritess]

Warming up to write later today

(by warming up I mean procrastinating and watching TikTok)

[gemmawritess]

you absolute gem!! i loved perspective, thank you for taking the time to write it <4

stawwwp im blushing🤭 you are the sweetest! I should be thanking you for reading my work omg!! But thank you so so much — you have no idea how much this means to me🤍

[gemmawritess]

thank you so much!!!💞

hi gemmaa!! love the theme btww

girl i apologize bc i dont even remember the request, but i have another if youre willing <3

clark kent x quiet!reader. not that shes shy or anything, just that she minds her business. does her own work then clocks out silently and everyday for repeat. she condones everyone, mostly lois (not friends, just good acquaintances or a level below friends) until clark picks up on things. small things that she didnt even notice. her favorite font when writing, how long she takes her breaks under the given amount just to finish quicker, smiling softly at lois and steve bantering, covering her giggles when cat giving perry an earful while writing simultaneously. and then he tries to make it an everyday thing.

or whatever idk girl, you do you🧍‍♀️

Perceptive

Hi sweetie! Thanks so much for coming back with a new request and thank you for liking my theme you're making me blush🤭 I loved writing this even if it took me years.. I hope this was kinda what you were imagining but if not feel free to come back with any feedback😘 Summary:Clark Kent finds a way to brighten up your quiet days at the daily planet — even if its through something small wc:1.5k warnings:none

The bullpen was loud as usual — your coworkers blowing up over Clark’s new Superman interview. You stayed quiet at your desk, offering Clark a shy smile whenever he walked past. Everyone else dispersed to the break room or out of the office for a well-deserved lunch break; you stayed at your desk. Not working on anything, just actually taking a break. Lois tried to get you to come with her and Jimmy for lunch, but you politely declined.

Clark somehow caught you off guard, gently tapping your shoulder as you scrolled on your phone. "Are you coming to Bibbo’s with everyone else?" he asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy, as a curl fell onto his forehead.

"Oh, uh, no, sorry. I have some articles to finish," you replied softly, already putting your phone on your desk and returning to your work.

"Oh, okay. See you later then," his mood slightly dropping as he gave you a small wave. It wasn't that you didn't like Clark or any of your coworkers — it was just easier to be quiet, easier to admire others’ laughs rather than being the reason for their laughter.

Clark, contrary to your belief that you're almost "undetectable" at the office, always noticed — the way you'd hum a song as you typed an article, the way your eyes would admire Lois getting coffee for everyone. Maybe you wanted some too? Or maybe you were admiring how confident and willing to make herself known Lois was? Whatever it was, Clark noticed. He also noticed the way you'd seem a little bit more happy after he saw Perry give you a pat on the shoulder after turning in an article well before its deadline — must be a perk from always staying in during your breaks.

Your allocated break was almost up — not that you cared; you were already back on task — but the bullpen was quiet. Instead of Jimmy teasing Clark or Lois getting an earful while Cat spoke, all you could hear was Perry tapping his cigar against the ashtray and a slightly annoying hum from the weak AC. Before you could finish that thought, the workplace filled back up with its familiar teasing as everyone filed back in, getting the occasional nod from Lois and Cat as they hastily went back to work.

Once again, Clark lightly patted your shoulder, but this time he wasn't empty-handed. In his left hand, he offered a simple glazed donut."Thought you might want one? It looked like you haven’t eaten, but if you don’t want it that’s cool too," he rushed out in one go, pushing his glasses back on his nose.

"Thank you so much, Clark!" you graciously replied and brushed your fingers against his as you took the donut.

He watched you take a bite, trying to make sure he picked an appropriate flavour for you. He stood like a soldier awaiting instruction as you licked your lips.

"Oh my god, this is so good," you said gently, covering your mouth as you chewed.

Unbeknownst to you, the back of Clark’s neck was quickly blushing into a bright red. After you spoke, you both made eye contact. Feeling unsure of what to say, you stayed silent, analyzing the man's face — the shadow of his dimples, that one curl on his forehead that always becomes askew. Small details, but details that made him Clark.

In a sudden rush, all 6ft of Clark rushed back to his desk after mumbling some sort of “you're welcome” and “goodbye”?

Feeling stunned at that interaction, you swivelled on your chair to face your computer again.

Every task Perry assigned to you was complete. With a small smile at your accomplishments of the day, you decided to clock out. It wasn't like you were moving like a spy, but it seemed no one noticed you clock out without a word.

Clark noticed.

His blue eyes helplessly watched you pack your bag up and walk out the door, only giving a nod to the receptionist before you exited.

The next day, you clocked in on time — early, if anything. In your usual routine, you got straight to work, not going out of your way to talk to others. The doors flung open as Clark arrived late — again — one hand holding his phone as someone talked to him, and in his other a coffee and that same donut.

He came by your desk in a whirlwind, still half-talking to the person on the phone and somehow giving you the donut because he never sees you with breakfast. Perry appeared and gave your article draft back with some feedback. The Daily Planet rush was no joke — you didn't have time to thank Clark nor thank Perry before they disappeared through the crowd.

Through the whirlwind of talking to his Ma and getting to work, Clark took his time watching your smile as you realized what he was doing with the donut.

You caught Clark accidentally staring at you many times in the day. Channeling all your courage, you tucked your chair in and made your way to Clark’s desk, smiling to yourself at the constant mess it was. "How’d you know I don’t eat breakfast?" you asked, keeping your courage as you kept eye contact.

"Guess I’m just perceptive," Clark said simply and shrugged.

"Thank you though, means a lot," you replied, extending a hand to pat the man’s shoulder. Not the best move, but your body took over for that.

"Anytime," he replied, letting a cheesy grin come your way. Not realizing it, but you let a wide smile sit on your face as you nodded silently and turned on your heel back to your desk.

Quickly, you went to the bathroom to freshen up. It was near break time anyway, so no one would notice. Smoothing your hair down with your hand as you walked back to your desk.

You don’t know how long you were gone for, but another donut was sitting next to your laptop. It was different this time — it was decorated Superman-themed. Letting a small laugh slip as you inspected the note next to it:

Got a friend to drop this in ;) - Clark Kent

You made sure to tuck that note in your bag, keeping it for no real reason but it felt right to keep. Much to your dismay, Clark was nowhere to be seen — but in a coincidence, there was a breaking story on Superman fighting a new threat.

Superman flew by the Daily Planet windows just as you took a bite of the donut, clearly very happy as you ate. The red and blue whirlwind disappeared as fast as he came, but he managed to catch a glimpse of you laughing and smiling — and somehow that made fighting the threat easier, if it meant he could get back to the Planet earlier.

[gemmawritess]

Holy shit guys... I have reached 200 followers!!!

I cannot thank everyone enough for finding something likeable within my writing and following me! I love writing so much and it makes it even better that you all seem to love reading it<3 I hope to improve further from what I started as, so I hope you all stay tuned for my journey💞

all the love in the world gemma💐

[gemmawritess]

this is so clark coded i need this

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Oh my god nonnie your actually in my brain because I saw that video and planned to do a one shot of of that hence why I managed to whip this up so fast :) Thank you so much for the request! I love answering them💞

Sweet trick summary:You asked Clark to make you pancakes in the middle of the night — you should've known he would do it straight away.

Surely Clark wouldn't do it... surely. You couldn't sleep anyways, so it was the perfect time to try.

The alarm clock's light blared 2:16 a.m. You'd spent hours trying to fall asleep in your boyfriend's arms, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that usually rocks you to sleep. Not tonight.

"Clark," you whispered, readjusting your head to look down at your boyfriend. His dimples still somehow showing as he snored lightly. He didn't budge.

"Clark," you tried again, making your voice slightly louder. He gave you minimal movement and a sleepy groan to acknowledge you, his eyes staying closed while he tried to coerce you to rest your head back on his chest.

"Claaaark," you whined slightly, gently tapping his broad chest. Finally, he squinted his eyes open, looking around and adjusting to the darkness.

"mmm... what's wrong?" he groaned, voice deep and groggy. Still, he caged you in his arms. "Nothing," you said simply in reply. "Why are y'waking me then?" You forgot how sassy Clark gets when he wakes up.

"I want pancakes," you coyly replied. The gears in Clark's brain were clearly whirling as he opened his eyes fully.

"Pancakes?" he questioned, moving a hand to your lower back as he sat up. "Why ya want pancakes at this hour?" he added—not in a harsh way, but it just wasn't computing in his Kryptonian brain.

"I don't know, I've just been craving them all night. My tummy aches for them," you shrugged, unsure of a better believable reason.

"Aches?!" Clark butted in, his voice holding his worried tone.

Without any further words, he got up, discarding the duvet over your legs as you leaned against the pillows. You watched him pad out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, flipping on the stovetop light. Speechless, you leaned over to turn the lamp on to try and observe your boyfriend from the warm bed. You almost called for him to come back, but figuring you already disrupted his sleep, you decided to let him finish.

Of course, when Clark had properly woken up, you had started to fall asleep. Not knowing how long your Superman had been gone, the sound of the spatula scraping the pan and the clinking of plates jolted you back to a woken state.

"Order up!" Clark arrived back in your room holding two plates with a stack of pancakes and balancing two forks and some syrup in his other hand.

"Oh my God, Clark," you whispered, in part awe and part surprise that your boyfriend actually woke up in the middle of the night for your ridiculous request. It seemed he was fully awake now, his voice having adjusted to being up again.

Clark clambered back into bed, passing you a plate of gorgeous heart-shaped pancakes, and when you looked closer, you noticed how he added chocolate chips into the mix.

"Oh my God, baby, you made them with chocolate chips!" you exclaimed, trying not to cry at his kindness.

"Well, yeah, of course I did. You said your stomach was aching for them, so I thought this might be of extra help," Clark suggested shyly, scared he did something wrong. You laughed a little but quickly shuffled over to wrap your arms around him. "Did I do something wrong?" his tone returned to the worried one.

"No, no, of course not. It's just what I needed," you quickly replied in your reassuring voice, bringing a hand up to turn his face to yours. Softly, you peppered his face in kisses.

Wanting to stay close to Clark, you dragged your plate over to where you sat against his side. They tasted amazing—fluffy and soft against your tongue, with the chocolate chips perfecting the flavor. "I can't believe you made me pancakes at 2 a.m.," you muttered before taking your last bite of a syrup-drizzled pancake.

"You know I'd do anything for you." Clark nudged your shoulder with his as he shoved a pancake into his mouth. The cutlery clinked once again against the plates as Clark put them onto his bedside table—a job for later.

"Thank you so, so, so much, baby. I love you with everything, especially for this," you hummed against Clark's warm chest, breathing in his scent on the cotton sleep shirt he had on.

"You don't have to thank me for this, but I do love you too. With everything," he whispered back to you, his voice wrapping around you like a warm hug as he extended an arm to turn the light off.

"With everything," you reaffirmed, tucking your head perfectly under his chin.

"With everything," Clark hummed back into your hair, kissing the crown of your head. Finally, you could feel yourself falling asleep with the rhythm of Clark's breathing. Maybe you did need pancakes to fall asleep.

[gemmawritess]

Random thought, but I was listening to David Bowie as I wrote for Clark Kent.

Clark would so love David Bowie. I do not care that he loves punk — he loves punk and David Bowie, in my mind! Like, he would so love the album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. It's about an alien who's sent down from space to give hope and embrace the world, so basically summing up Clarks life in a musical way.

[gemmawritess]

hi gemmaa!! love the theme btww

girl i apologize bc i dont even remember the request, but i have another if youre willing <3

clark kent x quiet!reader. not that shes shy or anything, just that she minds her business. does her own work then clocks out silently and everyday for repeat. she condones everyone, mostly lois (not friends, just good acquaintances or a level below friends) until clark picks up on things. small things that she didnt even notice. her favorite font when writing, how long she takes her breaks under the given amount just to finish quicker, smiling softly at lois and steve bantering, covering her giggles when cat giving perry an earful while writing simultaneously. and then he tries to make it an everyday thing.

or whatever idk girl, you do you🧍‍♀️

Perceptive

Hi sweetie! Thanks so much for coming back with a new request and thank you for liking my theme you're making me blush🤭 I loved writing this even if it took me years.. I hope this was kinda what you were imagining but if not feel free to come back with any feedback😘 Summary:Clark Kent finds a way to brighten up your quiet days at the daily planet — even if its through something small wc:1.5k warnings:none

The bullpen was loud as usual — your coworkers blowing up over Clark’s new Superman interview. You stayed quiet at your desk, offering Clark a shy smile whenever he walked past. Everyone else dispersed to the break room or out of the office for a well-deserved lunch break; you stayed at your desk. Not working on anything, just actually taking a break. Lois tried to get you to come with her and Jimmy for lunch, but you politely declined.

Clark somehow caught you off guard, gently tapping your shoulder as you scrolled on your phone. "Are you coming to Bibbo’s with everyone else?" he asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy, as a curl fell onto his forehead.

"Oh, uh, no, sorry. I have some articles to finish," you replied softly, already putting your phone on your desk and returning to your work.

"Oh, okay. See you later then," his mood slightly dropping as he gave you a small wave. It wasn't that you didn't like Clark or any of your coworkers — it was just easier to be quiet, easier to admire others’ laughs rather than being the reason for their laughter.

Clark, contrary to your belief that you're almost "undetectable" at the office, always noticed — the way you'd hum a song as you typed an article, the way your eyes would admire Lois getting coffee for everyone. Maybe you wanted some too? Or maybe you were admiring how confident and willing to make herself known Lois was? Whatever it was, Clark noticed. He also noticed the way you'd seem a little bit more happy after he saw Perry give you a pat on the shoulder after turning in an article well before its deadline — must be a perk from always staying in during your breaks.

Your allocated break was almost up — not that you cared; you were already back on task — but the bullpen was quiet. Instead of Jimmy teasing Clark or Lois getting an earful while Cat spoke, all you could hear was Perry tapping his cigar against the ashtray and a slightly annoying hum from the weak AC. Before you could finish that thought, the workplace filled back up with its familiar teasing as everyone filed back in, getting the occasional nod from Lois and Cat as they hastily went back to work.

Once again, Clark lightly patted your shoulder, but this time he wasn't empty-handed. In his left hand, he offered a simple glazed donut."Thought you might want one? It looked like you haven’t eaten, but if you don’t want it that’s cool too," he rushed out in one go, pushing his glasses back on his nose.

"Thank you so much, Clark!" you graciously replied and brushed your fingers against his as you took the donut.

He watched you take a bite, trying to make sure he picked an appropriate flavour for you. He stood like a soldier awaiting instruction as you licked your lips.

"Oh my god, this is so good," you said gently, covering your mouth as you chewed.

Unbeknownst to you, the back of Clark’s neck was quickly blushing into a bright red. After you spoke, you both made eye contact. Feeling unsure of what to say, you stayed silent, analyzing the man's face — the shadow of his dimples, that one curl on his forehead that always becomes askew. Small details, but details that made him Clark.

In a sudden rush, all 6ft of Clark rushed back to his desk after mumbling some sort of “you're welcome” and “goodbye”?

Feeling stunned at that interaction, you swivelled on your chair to face your computer again.

Every task Perry assigned to you was complete. With a small smile at your accomplishments of the day, you decided to clock out. It wasn't like you were moving like a spy, but it seemed no one noticed you clock out without a word.

Clark noticed.

His blue eyes helplessly watched you pack your bag up and walk out the door, only giving a nod to the receptionist before you exited.

The next day, you clocked in on time — early, if anything. In your usual routine, you got straight to work, not going out of your way to talk to others. The doors flung open as Clark arrived late — again — one hand holding his phone as someone talked to him, and in his other a coffee and that same donut.

He came by your desk in a whirlwind, still half-talking to the person on the phone and somehow giving you the donut because he never sees you with breakfast. Perry appeared and gave your article draft back with some feedback. The Daily Planet rush was no joke — you didn't have time to thank Clark nor thank Perry before they disappeared through the crowd.

Through the whirlwind of talking to his Ma and getting to work, Clark took his time watching your smile as you realized what he was doing with the donut.

You caught Clark accidentally staring at you many times in the day. Channeling all your courage, you tucked your chair in and made your way to Clark’s desk, smiling to yourself at the constant mess it was. "How’d you know I don’t eat breakfast?" you asked, keeping your courage as you kept eye contact.

"Guess I’m just perceptive," Clark said simply and shrugged.

"Thank you though, means a lot," you replied, extending a hand to pat the man’s shoulder. Not the best move, but your body took over for that.

"Anytime," he replied, letting a cheesy grin come your way. Not realizing it, but you let a wide smile sit on your face as you nodded silently and turned on your heel back to your desk.

Quickly, you went to the bathroom to freshen up. It was near break time anyway, so no one would notice. Smoothing your hair down with your hand as you walked back to your desk.

You don’t know how long you were gone for, but another donut was sitting next to your laptop. It was different this time — it was decorated Superman-themed. Letting a small laugh slip as you inspected the note next to it:

Got a friend to drop this in ;) - Clark Kent

You made sure to tuck that note in your bag, keeping it for no real reason but it felt right to keep. Much to your dismay, Clark was nowhere to be seen — but in a coincidence, there was a breaking story on Superman fighting a new threat.

Superman flew by the Daily Planet windows just as you took a bite of the donut, clearly very happy as you ate. The red and blue whirlwind disappeared as fast as he came, but he managed to catch a glimpse of you laughing and smiling — and somehow that made fighting the threat easier, if it meant he could get back to the Planet earlier.

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hi gorgeous, im that anon!! and dont worry about it, it was just a thought out there. absolutely no rush to get it done so soon, take your time 💗

Oh my god sweetie! Your the absolute sweetest I love you so much💞

[gemmawritess]

Putting it out there because I feel bad but to the nonnie who came back into my inbox, Hi!! I am working on your request alongside a new one shot for Clark Kent;) I've been working on both today and plan to work even more tomorrow. I don't know when they'll be done but just know they are coming😘(wtf my small text is glitchy the layout wasn't intentional)

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Truly, deeply Summary:Spending time with your boyfriend on his favourite holiday warnings:halloween fluff, Clark quotes Star Wars;) a/n: Is it too early for Halloween? No. Am I imagining my ideal American halloween? Yes. wc:1.4k

Leaves were turning rustic oranges and yellows — finally, Halloween was nearing and Clark Kent was loving it. You had never seen your boyfriend buzzing around his apartment so fast, the most cheesy Halloween decorations strung along the walls, even on the front door.

The bed was cold when you woke up, your hand falling on the mattress as you sleepily tried to grab your Superman. "Clark?" you called out groggily, running a hand over your hair as you stumbled out of bed. Lo and behold, you were met with a sight as you stepped out into the living room to find Clark humming a song as he strung up tiny pumpkins along the wall.

"Did a Spirit Halloween throw up in here?" you asked, laughing while you took in the sights of the ghost and pumpkin pillows arranged neatly near some fake cobweb on the window. Your words broke him out of his decorating trance as Clark turned around to face you — still shirtless and in some flannel PJ pants — he gave you a cheesy grin.

"Well yeah, of course it did. It's October first! If anything, I'm late to decorate," he said, fully serious, as he padded over to give you a good morning hug. You had a sneaking feeling that Clark liked Halloween before you both started dating, and you would notice every year at the Planet his desk would gain a mini jack-o-lantern, a mini bowl of candy — but not to this extent.

"I would say around 30 days too early," your arms wrapping around his warm back before turning your face to the kitchen island to already see a bowl of candy. Clark just replied by quickly pecking your lips before leaving the embrace to pop a toffee in his mouth.

"Now when did you get that?" Clark always found a way to make you laugh.

"When I went grocery shopping a couple days ago — just waited to display them," he shrugged casually.

"I'm heartbroken. You know those are my favourite," you teased, grabbing your chest dramatically. That earned some laughter from your boyfriend as he threw you a lolly.

The days leading up to Halloween made Clark's planning go somehow even more frantic. Costumes had to be arranged, what movie to watch on Halloween — clearly very important tasks for your swamped Clark. Yet one minute he was pacing on his phone, finding arrangements as you watched from the couch, and the next minute he'd whisper to himself that he's done and it's working out — you still sat on the couch, getting whiplash as you watched him pace at his Superman speed.

"What should we go as?" you pondered from the couch, nudging your foot on Clark's thigh as he sat opposite you.

"Hmm, I was thinking Anakin and Padme?" His blue eyes looked at you like a begging puppy.

"Sounds good. I just have to organise my part of the costume," you replied casually, starting to look at costume options. It was only fair Clark picked your costumes this year, as last year you two competed in a matching costume competition at the Planet before you started dating. Ironically, you went as Superman and Wonder Woman. Plus, it was no surprise your boyfriend wanted to do something Star Wars themed — after all, it was his all-time favourite movie series.

This was quite possibly the happiest you'd seen your boyfriend in a while. He was absolutely ecstatic as you both put on your costumes. Others may look at you two as if you were childish, but the way Clark is so passionate about things makes loving him easy.

Your face was already hurting from smiling and laughing so much as you made the finishing touches on your costume, putting your fake gun on the cream white belt you had on. The long sleeve yet slightly cropped shirt highlighted your features alongside the mini shorts. Maybe not the most biblically accurate Padme, but you had to have your own flair somehow. Clark looked jaw-droppingly gorgeous. His black garment made him look even more muscular, with his hair styled slightly different to match Hayden Christensen's. His gimmicky lightsaber highlighted his eyes as he swished it around.

"Gosh, you look even more beautiful." His pupils dilated as you posed with your gun, your signature grin plastered on your face.

"My favourite geek looking more Star Wars-obsessed," you teased back, skipping over to peck his lips. "Stop, my mascara!!" you coughed out, laughing so hard you almost cried at the pout your boyfriend had when you stopped kissing his lips.

Eventually, you two got settled sitting outside your front door with a candy bucket for trick-or-treaters (only after you got the perfect photos for your story with Clark). The party Jimmy invited you both to was a little later, so you had time to give out candy — which Clark loves, as each time he sees a kid dressed up as Superman, he always almost cries. You know how much it hurts him not to talk to the kids as Superman in that moment, with the way he works so hard to be a hero.

"Have a good night!" Clark called out to the family who had just arrived at your door, the kids extra happy as Clark snuck an extra chocolate bar into their goodie bags. The hour or so handing out candy went by happily. You complimented all the costumes the kids wore. Clark got a picture with one of the kids dressed as Superman with the excuse, "This is my only chance to meet my hero!" — and his glasses "accidentally" slipped off for a second for the kid to see.

Your heart throbbed at how selfless your boyfriend is, with the way he's so kind with every kid who longingly looks at the big bowl of treats you held, so he "sneaks" an extra bar or two while you converse with the parents.

The trick-or-treaters faded out back home, which meant one thing — it was time for Jimmy's party. Luckily, Jimmy's apartment was less than a 10-minute walk, so you and Clark set off, hand in hand, giggling to yourselves over a stupid joke you said.

Music blared through Jimmy's apartment as the chatter within tried to match the volume. It was a sight to see, with so many of your friends dressed up: Lois came as a black cat, Cat came as a nurse, and Jimmy as some character from an obscure movie. All eyes were on you and Clark as you stumbled through the door. Clark's black robe looked almost identical to the movie one, and even though your costume wasn't the most accurate, you sold the look. Compliments rolled off others’ tongues as Clark pulled you into his side, grinning like an idiot as you went on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek for another photo. Safe to say, when Lois sent you that, it became your lock screen immediately.

Like usual, Clark found a quiet corner where the music was muffled and the chatter was lower so he could focus on your voice. "God, look at Jimmy getting cornered by one of the girls," you pointed out from Clark’s lap.

In reply, Clark just huffed an exhale through his nose and rested his head on your shoulder, his breath tickling your sensitive skin as he exhaled once more, kissing your shoulder.

"I truly, deeply love you, and before we die I want you to know," he said simply, bringing one hand to move your face to gaze back into his baby blues.

"Clark Kent, are you quoting Star Wars as you say your love for me?" Immediately, you broke out into soft laughter, moving your body to lean your side against his chest instead of your back against his chest.

"And what? It encapsulates it perfectly," he rebutted teasingly, chasing your lips like a starving man.

"Nothing, just thought you'd be proud I picked up on it." You paused for a second, taking a moment to appreciate the dimples deepening on his face and the way you felt so secure wrapped in his strong arms.

"For the record, I truly, deeply love you too," you confessed, finally bringing your lips to his. When you pulled back, you didn't know what made his smile so wide and cheesy — the fact you told him you loved him or that you used Star Wars to do so.

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“You’ve always given me the fuckin creeps, Kent. I’ll catch you being Batman and bring your ass to the cops!”

“I’M NOT THE FREAKING BATMAN, DOAKES! I DON’T EVEN KNOW ANYONE IN GOTHAM!”

@hauntedfawnn

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If you were an anon who sent me a request (I can't remember the details, I apologise) and it was unanswered, feel free to resend it, because I don't know what happened, but my Tumblr ate it and I can't get it back! I'm so so sorry!