wordsofalli

[wordsofalli]

Home with you

2025 Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Summary: You help Clark Kent wind down after a stressful day as Himself and his Alter-Ego (guys I'm in love with David Corenswet I need his children), fluffy fluffy fluff. 💕

The first sign of his return was the faint rattle of keys outside the apartment door. You set down the book in your lap, already knowing who it was. No one else came home this late with footsteps that heavy, dragging yet precise, as if he were carrying the weight of the world and trying not to let it show.

When the door opened, Clark Kent stepped in, not the unshakable Superman the world knew, but Clark, with his tie tugged loose and his hair slightly disheveled from the wind. His glasses slipped lower on his nose than usual, and though he gave you a polite smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You’re late,” you said gently, more in concern than accusation.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a tired laugh, kicking off his shoes by the door. “Superman and Clark Kent had a scheduling conflict. Neither of them won.”

You crossed the room without hesitation and reached for him, your hand brushing the fabric of his sleeve. The moment your skin touched his, he sagged, the invisible armor peeling away. His broad shoulders lowered, his chest rose and fell with a weary sigh, and he pressed his forehead to yours like he’d been waiting all day just for this.

“Train derailment outside the city,” he murmured. “Then a factory fire. Then—” His voice cracked on the next word, and he stopped himself, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s handled.”

But you knew better. It mattered to him, always. That was both his gift and his burden.

“Come on,” you whispered, tugging him gently toward the couch. “Let me take care of you for a while.”

He obeyed without protest, which told you just how exhausted he was. Clark Kent never disobeyed gravity, but Superman usually tried. Tonight, he sank into the cushions, letting you tug at his tie until it came free. You slipped it off and draped it neatly over the armrest, your fingers brushing against his collar as you loosened the top buttons of his shirt.

He tilted his head back with a sigh that carried every ounce of stress he hadn’t been able to release until now.

“You missed dinner,” you said softly.

“Didn’t even realize it was dinner time,” he admitted, eyes half-closed. “Feels like the day just… stretched forever.”

You brushed your fingers through his hair, coaxing him to lie down with his head in your lap. He didn’t resist he melted into the gesture, his body relaxing bit by bit as you smoothed your hand along his temple. For the first time in hours, maybe days, his breathing slowed.

“Do you ever feel like you’re being split in two?” he asked suddenly, voice quiet, almost afraid.

You looked down at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his eyes.

“Superman is supposed to be unshakable,” he went on. “Clark is supposed to be ordinary. But sometimes I feel like I’m failing both. If I save one person, there are ten more I couldn’t reach. If I try to live as Clark, I’m constantly lying, constantly… absent. I don’t know if I’m enough for anyone—”

“Clark.” Your voice cut through gently, firm but tender. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his forehead. “You are enough. More than enough. For me, for your family, for the people who love you not because you’re Superman, but because you’re you.”

His throat worked, like he was trying to swallow down the emotions rising in his chest. His hand found yours, large and warm, and he threaded his fingers through yours tightly.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was healing. Outside, the distant hum of Metropolis went on sirens, traffic, the heartbeat of a city always in motion but here, in your living room, time slowed. You traced circles on his arm, each gentle pass pulling him further away from the chaos of the day and closer to peace.

After a while, his stomach gave a low grumble, breaking the stillness. You stifled a laugh.

“Did the Man of Steel just admit he’s starving?”

He cracked the smallest, most sheepish smile. “I guess even Kryptonians need dinner.”

You slipped out from under him and stood, but not before pressing another kiss into his dark hair. “Stay put. I’ll heat something up.”

When you returned with leftovers nothing fancy, just reheated pasta and garlic bread he was sitting up, blanket pulled around his broad shoulders, looking almost boyish in the soft lamplight. He took the plate gratefully, and the way his face softened at the first bite made your chest ache with affection.

“Not as good as Ma’s cooking,” he teased gently, though his smile was warm.

“Watch it,” you warned playfully, nudging his leg with your knee.

“I mean,” he added quickly, “it’s the best in Metropolis. Hands down.”

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was, the sight of him eating at your side, wrapped in a blanket, made the long wait for him tonight worth it.

By the time the plates were cleared, he was leaning into you again, his arm around your shoulders, chin tucked into your hair. His body was heavy with exhaustion, but finally he looked at peace.

“Stay with me?” he murmured, though you weren’t sure if he was fully awake.

“Always,” you whispered back.

And as his breathing evened out, the man the world called Superman wasn’t anywhere in sight. Here, he was just Clark. Yours.

[wordsofalli]

Ok so this is what my hair looks like rn (inspired by Lagoona from monster high) but I need a new hairstyle soon.

(pics from Pinterest)

But I really don't know because this would be the hair I go back to school in so yea.

[wordsofalli]

do u still accept recs??? a Steve Rogers fanfic where his wife is on her period and he comforts her abt it/during her cramps plz 👅👅

Red days and blue eyes

0.8k words

No warnings just fluff and mentions of a period

The rain tapped gently against the windowpanes, a calm contrast to the storm brewing in your lower abdomen. You were curled on the couch in an oversized hoodie (his, of course), knees drawn up, hot water bottle pressed to your stomach like a life raft. Every so often, a wave of cramps would hit, and you’d tense up with a quiet hiss.

Steve padded into the living room, wearing soft sweatpants and a concerned expression. He took one look at you and his brow furrowed.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, voice gentle. “Still hurting?”

You nodded, too tired to speak, and gave him a small, miserable pout.

Without another word, he crossed the room and knelt beside you, brushing the hair from your face with warm, calloused fingers. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you,” you mumbled.

Steve scoffed — affectionately, the way someone does when their heart aches for the person they love. “You could never bother me. Not when you’re hurting like this.” He pressed a kiss to your temple.

He stood and disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later, he returned with a steaming mug of chamomile tea, a bar of your favorite chocolate, and the heating pad you’d forgotten about.

“I’m prepared this time,” he grinned. “I even googled stuff. Did you know ginger tea helps with cramps? I’ll get some tomorrow.”

You laughed, even though it tugged at your stomach. “Captain America, doing period research?”

“I fight evil in all forms,” he said seriously, tucking the heating pad behind your back. “Even this one.”

As you sipped your tea, he settled beside you, pulling you gently into his arms, one hand rubbing soft circles on your lower back. You sighed into his chest, feeling the warmth of him seep into your skin, calming the ache in ways medicine couldn’t.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“I’m always here,” he replied. “Always.”

The next morning, the cramps were worse.

You barely made it to the bathroom before curling up on the cool tile floor, arms wrapped around your stomach. Everything hurt. You hated this part — the part where you felt like your body was betraying you, where everything felt too much.

Steve found you there ten minutes later. He didn’t say anything at first. Just knelt beside you and rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry,” you groaned. “This is so gross.”

He gave you a look that shut that down instantly. “Hey,” he said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Don’t say that. You’re not gross. You’re going through something real and painful. And you don’t have to go through it alone.”

He lifted you gently, carrying you bridal-style back to the couch like you weighed nothing, laying you down and wrapping a soft blanket around you.

Once you were settled, he kissed your forehead, then asked, “Do you want me to rub your back, your stomach, or your feet?”

You blinked. “You’d rub my feet? Even though I’ve been cranky and crying and literally bleeding?”

Steve gave a crooked smile. “You’re my wife. Bleeding or not, cranky or not, I love every version of you. Even the one threatening to throw a heating pad across the room.”

You chuckled, wiping a tear away — you didn’t even know if it was from the pain or how stupidly loved you felt.

“Back rub, please,” you whispered.

He nodded, settling behind you again, big hands working gentle magic. You closed your eyes, finally beginning to relax.

“You know,” he murmured after a while, “if men went through this every month, we’d probably have national holidays and government-mandated chocolate rations.”

You snorted. “Damn right.”

Would you like a part 3 later where he surprises her with something sweet?

And as the cramps began to ebb — just a little — you thought that maybe the worst part wasn’t so bad, not when Steve Rogers loved you through it all.

Thanks for reading my first fic lol more coming soon.😛

[wordsofalli]

THE SUBWAY CHAPPELL ROAN OUT AUGUST 1ST THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT AUGUSR 1ST THE SUBWAY IS OUT

[wordsofalli]

Chappell Roan releasing 'The Subway' on the same day me and my literally the loml broke up really means something to me.

[wordsofalli]

Hiii if you've seen my post about what I wanted to do for my blog (I meant blog not vlog 😭) here's what's gonna happen on here!!!

Short fanfics either series or just one shots. Multiple people from marvel and dc. But also from other fandoms and originations like httyd and the NFL. (All x readers or a OC sryy)

Just talking about my life honestly and how it feels to be a teen (NOT UNDERAGE) girl in the times and conditions that we're under right now. I'll make a post introducing myself soon.

Talking about TV shows, music and movies I'm interested in and shows I get recommended to watch. I could go from animated to IRL I just get bored.

Ok that's it guys. I just get bored lowk and wanna be productive instead of just sitting at home. But thanks for reading and I'll post soon!

[wordsofalli]

I'm desperate for new finished fics. Please give me some. I'm desperate 🙏🏾

[wordsofalli]

Guys I think I'm gonna start blogging idk what about though. I could post my fanfics on here (x readers and ships) or just vlogg about my day idk lol I'm just trying to connect to my 2010's roots lol. Lmk :p