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starryletters · 13 days ago

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omg thank you so so much for reading and for reblogging 🥹🥹 trust me a part two to this is coming very soon!! this has definitely given me the motivation boost i needed to keep writing it <33

cat person – part 1

clark kent x reader (who doesn't know he's superman..yet!)

notes: inspired by the fact that david corenswet loves cats/is a cat person! which definitely solidifies him as a perfect man in my book, nerdy theatre kid who loves cats? c'mon! so anyways i'm here to spread my clark kent loves cats and cats love clark kent agenda

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You always knew that Clark was coming home long before you heard the familiar sound of him fumbling with his keys through the door.

Did you perhaps share Superman’s supernatrual hearing and were able to hear him walking home from miles away?

No, but you're starting to think your cat could.

Ever since you first introduced Toast (your rowdy orange menace of a cat) and Clark (your handsome boyfriend of 10 months) to each other, Toast has been completely obsessed with him.

There’s not a doubt in your mind that Toast prefers Clark over you now– you’ve had enough time now to go through all the stages of grief and just accept it, after all everyone knows that being a mother is a thankless job.

But at this point you think your cat might love Clark more than you love Clark. And that was saying a lot– because, boy, did you love that dork.

You were leaning on the kitchen counter, staring at the toaster with a steely glare, waiting for your poptart to pop out. You weren’t going to get jumpscared– not this time.

You were an adult woman with an adult job and you had decided that you were simply past the point in your life where it was acceptable to still yelp and jump in surprise because of a toaster.

Especially considering you had lived in Metropolis nearly your entire life and witnessed many intergalactic “surprises”, you’d think you’d be more desensitized by now.

Unfortunately your focus was broken by your cat suddenly jumping off the counter and skedaddling at high speeds across the apartment towards the front door.

You just glanced at the clock, barely phased by this now common occurrence. 12:34 AM. Clark must’ve worked overtime again.

Usually you weren't awake to greet him when he came home this late, but you had your day off tomorrow so you had decided to indulge yourself by spending the evening finally binging that new show on Netflix that all of your friends and their moms had already seen and almost entirely spoiled for you.

But you had still enjoyed it, evidently so much so that you hadn't even realized what time it was until just now.

You peered over your shoulder at your cat sitting and meowing loudly at the door, as if Clark wouldn’t be able to find his way home without the sweet screechings of your little ginger furball.

You knew it would be at least another minute before Clark even reached your apartment floor– how your cat already knew of his arrival was a mystery to you.

Must be whatever soulmate bond they shared that you obviously just wouldn't understand. You shook your head with a small smile, turned back to the toaster, were about to yawn when-

Pop!

You jumped back a little and gasped. “Goddamnit!” you groaned. It got you again. Stupid toaster.

You grumbled to yourself as you cautiously pulled the hot pop tarts out, trying not to also burn your fingertips off, and tossed them on a plate.

You’d save the second one for Clark. He did always tell you that sweets before bed weren’t good and caused nightmares but you knew he couldn't resist a little treat after such a long day.

Your ears perked up at the sound of jingling keys followed by a click of the lock. The door opened just a teensy bit when Toast, like always, tried to shove his face through the small crack that had now been created.

Before he could proceed any further though you could see Clark’s foot peek in and gently nudge the cat backwards– Clark was well acquainted with Toast's antics by now.

Clark squeezed himself into the apartment trying not to open the door too much. As soon as he successfully shut the door behind him, he crouched down and cooed a greeting at Toast who instantly jumped up and started pawing at him and bonking his head against Clark’s face.

A smile stretched over his lips exposing his dimples as he tried to pet the affectionate ginger who was practically climbing all over him, purring louder than an engine.

“Hey, buddy,” he chuckled, his voice low and gentle. Hearing it always felt like having a warm heavy blanket draped around your body that shielded you from all the stress and sharp edges of the outside world. You've always thought he would do well narrating audiobooks with a voice like that.

“Do I get a ‘Hey, buddy’ too?” You grinned as you leaned against the kitchen doorframe.

Clark’s eyes finally landed on you, but he didn’t seem caught off guard by your presence like you thought he would be since he was so focused on the little orange menace still pawing at him.

But it was actually pretty difficult to ever catch Clark off guard, despite the fact that he seemed like a frazzled mess about 70 percent of the time. He was surprisingly grounded.

“I think we’ve gone well past the buddy stage, haven't we?” he grinned, rising from his crouched position much to the dismay of Toast.

He steps towards you– almost tripping on poor Toast who had started rubbing against his legs.

You were about to give a quippy remark before Clark enveloped your waist with his strong arms and planted a longing kiss on your lips.

You giggled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel him lifting you up, just until your feet hovered over the hardwood floor. Gosh, he was an absolute building of a man. Tall, stable, strong.

You just wanted to cling onto him, have him hold you in his strong arms and carry you places– which was truly something you’d never thought you’d even think about anyone.

You were independent, and you liked it that way. You hated feeling infantilized, maybe sometimes even to a fault. Sometimes you confused being taken care of as being treated like a kid, as if you were some little helpless girl and not a grown capable woman.

And yes, of course you knew that that was silly. Wanting and accepting care was just human nature. But you don't think you had never truly been able to accept it. Not until Clark.

You reluctantly pulled away from the dizzying sensation of his lips. Clark chased your lips for one last peck. Like he always did.

His glasses were just the tiniest bit fogged up on the bottom. He slowly put you back down but his hands stayed firmly planted on your hips.

“How was work?” You hummed, gently brushing a few unruly curls from his forehead. You loved his curls.

He let his head fall into the crook of your neck with a dramatic sigh. “Exhausting,” His lips tickled your skin. Your nails began to softly scratch at the back of his head. You knew that was his weak spot, because every time you did it you could without fail feel him shudder and then melt like putty under your touch.

“What’re you still doing up?” He mumbled, raising his head slightly to get a better look at you. “I was watching that new show: Celestial Celebrity. It was pretty good. Kind of a bummer ending though.”

“Really? What's it about?” he asked. You knew that despite the fact that Clark was probably completely spent right now he was still being incredibly sincere with that question.

He was the kind of guy that genuinely cared about the topics that regular people would just deem as small talk. "I don't get why people would ask things if they don't actually care to hear the answers." he had complained to you once.

Slowly you could feel him leaning on you more and more, so you decided it would be a good idea to gently steer him towards the bedroom before he accidentally falls asleep on top of you.

You loved a good weighted blanket but you weren't so sure how comforting it would still be if said blanket was 6’4 and 200-something pounds.

“Well–” you began as you began to slowly herd him towards the bed like a sheepdog with a very sleep-deprived sheep. “It's actually a super interesting premise. So it's like a reality show, right?”

“Mhm..” he mumbled.

“But like it's not? Like it's a drama show with actors and everything but it's just portraying its plot through the lens of a reality show. Well up until like the fifth episode. What's really cool is that it doesn't take place on earth, in fact most of the actors aren't even from earth. Anyways so what happens is–”

You kept chattering on about the show slowly getting quieter and quieter, while lowering the now half-asleep Clark into bed.

His body was practically asleep while his brain was expending all its leftover energy listening to you and thinking about how nice you smelled, how warm you were.

After he finally flopped onto the bed, you wasted no time sidling up next to him. No less than a second later Toast jumped up into bed with you and curled up on his favorite napping spot, which just so happened to be Clark’s chest.

Hey, you couldn't blame the guy, if you were a cat that would be your favorite place too.

Clark was really the ideal napping partner now that you thought about it. He was so big and firm but yet still so soft and cuddly. Must be that famous farm boy strength he's always talking about.

You got comfy next to him and began raking your fingers through Clark’s locks again, smiling at him with what you could only imagine was the most lovestruck expression any human being was capable of. You couldn't help it.

Every time you looked at him, every time you thought of him, it felt like a sparkler of joy and pure love was set off in your chest, its glowing sparks spreading throughout every inch of your body.

You were pretty sure he had fallen asleep the second his body had hit the mattress, his glasses were all crooked on his face and his cheek was smushed against the pillow. Trying not to disturb him or the glasses too much you carefully reached out to pluck them off his face and set them on your nightstand.

The warm orange light from your small bedside lamp spilled over his handsome face, coating all the angular edges of his well defined bone structure with muted shadows exposing the true softness in his features. He was a gentle and kind man.

Of course, you knew this. You could see it everyday, in his actions, in his choices.

But somehow you could see it even more now in the quiet of your home.

With his face relaxed you could truly see his kindness etched into every part of him, in the faint crows feet around his eyes, in his defined smile lines, in the tiny little worry crease between his brows that you had often smoothed out with your thumb.

You could even hear it, in the form of the loud purring of your small ginger cat happily splayed out on top of him exposing its tummy.

Toast clearly knew he never had to make use of his lackluster survival skills around Clark– because he would protect him.

Your cat saw him as the safest place on earth.

And as you cuddled into Clarks side after flicking off the light and you felt his arm instinctively curl around you, you knew that your cat was right.

(BONUS)

“Honey?”

You grumbled in response as you sauntered into the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“Did you make Poptarts for dinner last night?” Clark asked in a slightly disapproving tone. You noticed the abandoned plate of Poptarts still sitting on the kitchen counter.

You yawned, “Oh..yeah. Guess I'm having them for breakfast now.” Shrugging, you bit into the slightly stale sugary treat. Clark seemed somewhat distressed. “Please tell me you'll eat something with nutritional value after that.”

“Shouldn't you be at the Daily Planet by now?” you grinned. Sometimes it was just too much fun to rile Clark up. He furrowed his brows, “Yes, but-”

You chuckled, “Don't worry, I'm gonna make myself a nice healthy breakfast, now go! You're gonna be later than you normally are.” You playfully shooed him towards the door, sending him off with a tap on the butt and a sweet sugary kiss goodbye.

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