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꒰ check my fanfic! : reflections — clark kent x reader ꒱

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one of the greatest tragedies in life that a human could ever experience is to be always loved more than you will ever know—but failed to notice it.

someday, you’ll never realize that someone in a random class finds your sole presence warm and inviting—even you’ve only exchanged a few words with them. maybe it was none at all.

someone on the street adores your smile and it remains inside their mind while walking down a few streets.

someone who used to be friends with you still wishes to call out your name, waiting for a response from you. yet you never reach out.

someone notices you are feeling blue and tries their best to cheer you up.

a loved one remembers the tiniest detail you have ever said to them—even though you’ve forgotten about it.

you think that you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think that you are no longer in the picture. but one day, i know you will soon realize that you’ve just never left the frame.

June will be filled with positivity.

June will be filled with kindness.

June will be filled with love.

June will be filled with laughter.

June will be filled with good health.

June will be filled with goals.

pairing : david corenswet!clark kent x friend!reader summary : Clark Kent messaged you one night about the stars. Unexpectedly, he was outside your apartment door, waiting for you. You two went out to watch the stars beneath the quiet sky. As you two sat, one of you confessed their love. cw : fluff, one use of y/n, sudden confession, curse words, clark was a literal genius in here, sarcastic comments, no lois lane a/n : huuuuge shout out to @hellilovedit and @sour-honeybee for their words of encouragement!!! i’d never thought i'll post my OWN fanfic, this was my dream everrr. it is my first time writing, so don't come near me pls. feel free to comment suggestions/recommendations for improvement. i hope u enjoy xo

It was 12:30 in the morning. The world outside was comfortably silent—no dogs barking and no cars vigorously honking at the streets. It was just the distant hums of streetlights glowing faintly across the ground. As you were preoccupied with your thoughts, your phone suddenly buzzed with a text.

FROM CLARK KENT @ 12:34 AM

- U up?

When your eyes gazed at the single notification popped up on the screen, your heart instantly flipped. Of course it did. Even the littlest things he did or the times he was mentioned at every function—it always made your pulse quicken dramatically.

FROM YOU @ 12:37 AM

- no im sleeping rn, kent

You replied sarcastically. Clark's reply was sent just right after you sent yours.

FROM CLARK KENT @ 12:37 AM

- Your texts are always dumb at midnight

FROM YOU @ 12:37 AM

- it was sarcastic btw

- goodnight

FROM CLARK KENT @ 12:38 AM

- Wait, please don’t go :(

You rolled onto your back, staring at your ceiling. A smile appeared on your blushed face—you were over the moon. Your fingertips began to move as you typed your next message to him.

FROM YOU @ 12:39 AM

- what is it?

FROM CLARK KENT @ 12:41 AM

- Have you ever looked outside at night and wondered what the stars are trying to tell?

You were confused. You shook your head dramatically as your face remained puzzled by his reply. You hummed softly—thinking of a jokey response to Clark’s question.

FROM YOU @ 12:42 AM

- ????? what

- is this some Kryptonian shit going inside ur head, clark?

FROM CLARK KENT @ 12:42 AM

- I’m being serious right now

- The sky’s clear tonight, look outside

Curiosity invaded your racing mind. the curtain was pulled aside—your head looking up tiredly. The sky stretched endlessly; the stars blinked amidst the dark velvet above you.

FROM YOU @ 12:44 AM

- yeah it’s pretty actually

- did u just text me to discuss astronomy?

FROM CLARK KENT @ 12:45 AM

- Because it’s your favorite, isn’t it?

- Or maybe it’s my excuse to talk to you

- Come outside :D

Your heart stumbled. Your eyes were fixated at Clark’s three replies for way too long—you did not know what to type. You typed something. Deleted. Typed again.

FROM CLARK KENT @ 12:48 AM

- I’m outside your door Y/N

You glimpsed at the text notification lighting up the phone screen. You hurried over towards the door of your apartment—swinging it casually. Sure enough, there was Clark standing in front of you. That grinning smile showed off his endearing dimples. You’d noticed his fingertips were smudged with ink—you were sure it came from long hours of working at the Daily Planet. Clark stood tall in a quiet, effortless way—broad shoulders were still visible beneath his slightly crinkled white shirt. And God, you hated that smile. The shy grin he’s wearing made your stomach feel butterflies. Every. Single. Time.   

And then there were his glasses. Those ridiculous black glasses that sat perfectly onto his face.

You swear he was better without these thin black frames, since you’d thought it was a distraction for his blue orbs. Well, he still needed the glasses for disguise. But somehow it really worked, most people saw Clark exactly how he wanted to be seen. Harmless, clumsy, and a little awkward. Yet, you still recognized the best of him. Not because he’s Superman. But because he’s Clark Kent.

“Hey. Are you alright?” He asked politely. Your heart nearly escaped your chest as your thoughts about him were interrupted.

“Of course I am,” you answered immediately. You tried—really tried—not to smile.

“Come on, the stars are waiting for us.” Clark spoke, breaking the silence between you two.

“You’re such a loser, Kent. Wait for me here, I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“When you said five minutes, do you mean five hours? ‘Cuz, jeez, you always take too many time getting ready.”

“Argh! You’re so annoying.”  The door was slammed “angrily” as you went inside your apartment—little did he know you were smiling miles wide. While Clark rubbed the back of his neck—preventing a chuckle to escape from him.

“Cute,” he whispered at himself.

 You threw on a hoodie—the sleeves slightly covering your hands and the black fabric looking soft from being worn too many times. Minutes passed, you opened the front door. Clark stood outside with his veiny hands awkwardly tucked inside the pockets of his jeans. His black curl locks framed his lovesome face.

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1:14 AM

The night air gently brushed your hair as the two of you strolled down the busy main streets of Metropolis—your shoulders brushing against his every few steps. You asked Clark what was inside of his tote bag. “I brought a mat for us,” he replied. He insisted that “every time we go out needs a little preparation”—you teased him for being like a seventy-year-old man. “You old hag.”

Eventually, Clark led you to a park with little to no people walking around. The grass delicately swayed beneath the silver gleam of the moon. He put down and spread the mat across the ground carefully before sitting beside each other. For a while, neither of you both spoke. The silence was deafening, yet it was not uncomfortable. With Clark, it never was. It was rather peaceful.

Then, somewhere far from the both of you, a shooting star crossed above the horizon. You gasped silently—pointing upwards and patting Clark’s arm at the same time. But he was already looking at you—uninterested to look above.

“Hey, look! A shooting star!” You excitedly told him. It disappeared almost as quickly as it streaked, fading into the dark sky. But his gaze never left your eyes. Neither of you spoke for a few moments. Clark swallowed hard and finally looked away from you.

Then, Clark pointed his finger upward suddenly. “Y/N, d’you see that one?”

“Clark, there are literally millions of them right now.”

“The bright one right there.”

“What about it?” You chuckled softly right after you asked him. You were anticipating something—either a random pick-up line or a fascinating fact about a fucking star.

“Did you know that the star I’m pointing is Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. Its light travelled for many years just to reach us tonight,” he undoubtedly spoke like a 5-year-old who just learned the alphabet. A smile appeared on your face.

“Well, I didn’t. Thank you for that fact.” You jokingly replied; you’re looking at him instead of the sky. Clark noticed your stare almost immediately. The words that were about to come out of his mouth caught in his throat. Still, he let them out like a brave he was.

“And yet, I can only see the brightest stars in your eyes.”

You froze and laughed nervously. You tried to speak out words, but they couldn’t. It was almost like the words had been trapped inside your mouth. “Clark, what do you mean by that?”

He adjusted his glasses with shaky fingers. “I’ve never been good at telling people how I feel. But you make me want to try. I like being around more than anyone else. You make me smile like a kid even you do absolutely nothing.” He confessed suddenly. “And when I’m with you, I don’t feel like I need to pretend to be anyone else.”

The wind weaved the area around you, but you barely noticed it.

“I looked at you a thousand times. And I swear, I love you in every one of them. And I always see my reflection in your eyes.”

His words settled between you like a moonlight. For the first time in your life, you’d seen Clark looked vulnerable in a way nobody else ever got to see—like he handed you a fragile part of himself. You moved closer to him; your hand slid over his.

“Clark Kent, I love you. And, I cannot deny the beating of my heart for you.” His eyes widened behind the black framed specs. You then laughed nervously.

“You’re always by my side every day. You remember things that nobody—as in nobody ever does. You look at me like I matter the most to you.” Your fingers gripped his hand as you continued your confession.

“I remembered thinking that I am hard to love. Then, there’s someone who love me as easy as breathing. And, that is you, Clark.” Both of you laughed breathlessly—pink blushes flooded across his cheeks. You spoke again. “I fell for you the hardest when you showed at my apartment at fucking one in the morning—just to take me outside and to stargaze.” Clark’s other hand ruffled his curls while you smiled helplessly at him.

For a second, your eyes gazed at his lips. Your hands cupped Clark’s face—thumbs caressing his flushed cheeks. The kiss happened slowly. Slowly and passionately. He kissed you like you were something precious, one hand resting gently against your cheek while the other held the back of your head delicately. Like he never wanted to let go.

Both of you pulled away from each other gradually. You took his glasses and cleaned it with your hoodie.

“Your glasses are always dirty.” You wiped the lenses carefully, then put them back onto his face. You looked at each other’s eyes affectionately—no secrets, no unkept feelings, no expectations. Just the two of you beneath an endless sky full of stars.

𑣲 you are more than the mistakes you keep replaying in your head.

you deserve to be loved no matter what phase of healing you’re in. ❤︎