nana not banana

hey! i’m nana. ill be posting some random shitfics or dumps of writing i get from late nights without sleep :) not expecting much attraction, but i hope my writing will pull in some people!

he’d already forgiven you way before you apologised, but he likes the attention.

Clark was off in Smallville, helping his parents out while you stayed back, just to look after the apartment. At least one of you is still here to take care of everything, but Clark was worried since you’re quite clumsy and forgetful.

Oftentimes, forgetting to eat or sleep.

It was 11:54p.m., and you were on facetime with Clark, talking about everything and nothing. His face is sleepy, hair all messy and eyelids heavy. You, on the other hand, looked way too energetic for someone who’s been working all day and moving around a lot.

Clark swears it’s because of your phone. He always blames everything on your screen addiction! You can’t help it, everything is so fun, and the newest games you’ve downloaded are even more fun!

At some point, Clark yawns deep into his stomach, and you can see the screen move along with him. “Goodnight.” You say softly. He perks up, looking back at you. “You’re sleeping?”

“No. But you’re sleepy.” You say softly. “Please sleep, love.” He says softly. Those puppy eyes almost made you cave, but you were stubborn. “Just go to sleep, I’ll sleep in a bit too.” It was a lie, but anything to get him to bed.

“Nooo…” He says softly, almost whining. “Just sleep first. Please?”

A warm feeling fills your stomach, and you feel a bit flustered, what’s his problem? “Go sleep, Clark. You’re tired. I’m not. I promise I’ll sleep in a bit.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh. Go sleep, baby.” He mumbles sleepily, a deep groan rumbling from your phone.

“Not yet…..” You whine back, huffing.

“Sleep.”

“No.”

“Sweetheart… you’re going to be cranky and tired in the morning. Please? For both of our sakes’.” He says softly, coaxing you into sleep. You fight more, feeling extra stubborn. “Not yet. It’s barely 12! I’ll sleep later, pinky promise.”

“Your later always ends up being 3 in the morning. Sleep now.” He pushes back, determined to win this.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Not yet!”

“Go sleep!”

“Why don’t you go sleep?”

“Because I’ll sleep better knowing you’re sleeping well too, baby.”

That makes you even more flustered. Knowing he cares, even if its about your horrid sleep schedule. “Fine. I’ll sleep.”

“Good. I love you so much, I’ll see you soon, baby.”

“Goodnight, Clark.”

“Goodnight, love.”

Arriving at what was supposed to be a small get together at a club downtown, was infact not “small.” Music boomed from inside, and it seemed like hell on Earth for introverts. Everyone was all over eachother, crowds jumping and dancing.

Looking up at Clark, who seemed perfectly fine, not concerned at all, you feel a bit small. You’ve never been to these kinds of places, nonetheless enjoyed big gatherings in loud places. It seemed a bit much, but you didn’t want to ruin his night, if it meant that yours would be much better not being here.

He rests a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you in. The warmth from his palm seeps into your senses, momentarily making you forget about the dread settling deep into your stomach. For just a moment, it’s you and Clark.

The next moment, it’s you, Clark, and the crowds that are shoving and pushing against eachother to the loud music in such a small space. He seems to notice your discomfort, pressing his hand a bit harder into your skin, trying to ground you.

It’s hard to focus, bright shining lights flashing in your face, the smell of bitter alcohol and God knows what else. The floor is a bit wet, and you’re not sure if you really want to find out what liquid it is. It’s not the kind of place you’d call stress relieving. Praying that everything will be over quickly, you rush through with Clark right next to you.

There’s a rather big booth a bit further into the club, where things get a bit quiet and there’s the older men that sit solemnly at the bars, nursing whiskeys and cigarettes. Couples paw at eachother in other booths, but at least there’s not much noise as before.

Clark is still guiding you through, bringing you towards what has been making the dread pool so heavily in you. Interaction. With people you’ve never properly met before. A few guys stand up, patting Clark’s back and greeting him. You can’t lie you get a bit jealous when you see the pretty girls with dresses that barely cover anything call out his name.

Though, it makes you feel better when he holds your hand, entertwining your fingers together. “This is my partner.” Saying your name in a way so gentle they barely hear it, yet feel it in their bones. A few of them smile at you, giving polite waves and reaching their hands out for you to shake.

You freeze for a second, unsure of what to do, but with trembling fingers, you take their hands anyway. “It’s nice to meet you.” A small smile lifts Clark’s lips, and he squeezes the hand he still has a hold on. At least he’s happy.

You follow him closely, sitting right next to him in the already cramped booth. It’s cold, but Clark being next to you keeps you warm. Conversation flows easily, but you aren’t included. You give the occasional nod or polite laugh, but there’s not much for you to say. They’re all of the same kind, same backgrounds, same gated neighbourhoods.

And you’re just… there.

Jock!Clark pestering you, trying to get your attention while you bury yourself in books.

“Stop, Kent, midterms are in a month!”

“Exactly, why are you studying now? You’re like, super smart. You could study an hour before and still get 90 above.”

You let out an exasperated noise, turning to glare at him. He only has a lazy smile on his lips, a thick biology textbook gripped in his fingers, pretending to study so the other occupants in the library don’t see him as a waste of space.

Grabbing the textbook and lightly hitting his head, you give him a small grumble. “Why are you even bothering me?”

He flicks the book off him, leaning his cheek into the cusp of his palm, elbow digging into the mahogany table under. “Some friends are planning to go out tonight. Come with. Please?”

The way the light from the windows shine into his eyes almost makes you cave, but you know how dangerous it’d be. Going out? With him? Not only him, but his friends? It’d be chaos. You barely even know them, let alone fit in with his crowd.

You’re not even sure why he pesters you so much. No one knows you other than being the top student, always huddled in the library, wondering if you even have any friends. And then there’s Clark, who follows you around like a lost puppy.

Clark, with all his friends that could probably buy a mansion without blinking and never care about what others say about them because the music from their private clubs are too loud.

Clark, who could have anyone he wanted on campus, and yet he decided to choose you as his own.

And yet, you always turn him down.

What if they shame him for having you?

What if you’re just embarrassing him?

“Clark, you know I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Just this once, and then I’ll stay with you every night until 3 to listen to you mumble under your breath about… this.” He gestures to the pile of books and scattered notes acoss the table.

“Please, baby?”

Maybe just one time wouldn’t be so bad.

“are you dating clark now?” one of the girls ask, a teasing smile on her face. it takes you by surprise, the question a bit sudden and out of the blue. “well, no. we just work together, but i kind of like him.” you admit.

everyone giggles, cooing at how flustered you are, but there’s this one girl who just stares at you, an almost triumphant smile curving on the corners of her lips. “oh, yeah? i still text clark, he seems like he’s interested in me.” she scoffs lightly, almost trying to challenge you.

feeling a bit cornered, confused as to why she wants to one up you, you nod along. “that’s… nice.” you can only mumble, thinking about her and clark. they did have a bit of history for a while, but it ended on good terms.

maybe clark likes her again? maybe he was never really interested in you?

—————

after a small get together with clark, lois, jimmy and you at clark’s house, the apartment is warm and still trying to settle down from the drinks and laughter of friends coming together.

it feels much safer and less competitive than when you were with your highschool friends.

lois and jimmy are in the living room, arguing on what to watch while you and clark are in the kitchen, picking out bowls for popcorn and more drinks to loosen up throughout the night. it doesn’t really matter if there’s work tomorrow, right?

feeling a rush zap through your body, and a push from the few drinks you had, you suddenly turn to face clark. “y’know, i was with sarah and a few other friends this morning… catching up.”

he turns his body towards you. “yea? what did you guys do?” you shrug, humming softly. “nothing much. just talking.”

he nods, and is halfway turning back to the task at hand before you speak up again. “then… you came up as a topic of conversation.” his ears almost perk up, and he faces you once more.

“yea?”

“yea. and sarah said you guys were… still talking. and she said you still seemed interested in her.”

“what?”

he almost sounds appalled, shocked that anyone would even make that assumption. “i don’t even talk to her, why would she lie?” he mumbles, shaking his head. you make a small noise, agreeing.

“so you don’t like her?”

he shakes his head. “we ended that highschool fling. i don’t have anything against her, but i don’t hold any feelings for her either.” he admits softly. you almost squeal giddily in excitement. maybe you still had a chance?

“plus, there’s someone else i like.” oh.

“yeah? who do you like?” you look up at him, a little frown on your lips. he looks back, smiling in contrast to your sad face.

“she’s next to me.” you had to take a few seconds, gears turning in your head. “oh… oh!” you yelp, eyes wide as you turn your body towards his. he laughs, a blush on his cheeks. you didn’t expect that he’d ever confess to you, especially not so suddenly like this.

thought this was funny and wanted to share :3

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translation:

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- i want to ask, is it respectful if i bring a tumblr to go to an open house? because i’m trying to cut sugar

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clark taking care of you while youre sick. as soon as he sees you moping around, not getting up as early or as cheerfully, he has a thermometer stuck into your mouth.

when he sees how hot you are, of course he can’t let you out! you need a good rest. he tucks you into bed, peppering kisses despite your pleas not to, he’d probably get sick too! who’d take of you guys then? not lois or jimmy.

he goes on youtube, searching up recipes for soft, warming, home remedy soups. feeding every sip for you, you can’t feed yourself, you need to rest!

he massages you anywhere you want, helping you ease the sore, aching muscles. you need to be completely relaxed, how ever else would you get better?

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