I miss my wife Tails

oh ouch 💔💔💔 kara who’s had the rug swept out from underneath her one too many times and reader who loves with all her heart .. mhm mhm. this also … got a bit long and was not proofread … sorry!

kara, who’s only been back on earth for about a year or so, is head over heels in love with reader. it’s been going so good, what you two have is so good. it’s easy. you could smile at kara and it felt like the warmth of a yellow sun had shone on her skin. you two could talk about everything and nothing for hours, idly playing with her fingers in your lap while the two of you laid in her bed. it was comforting to know there was someone who you could go to for anything. 

but nothing in kara’s life has been easy for too long before it comes crashing down and it scares her. pulling away feels safe. she can retreat to her little corner of the world, back when it was just krypto and her, and spare you the sob story of her life. of how she lost her world, drank until she couldn’t remember her name, got so angry that her hands shook. she loves you enough to know you deserve more than her mess. it starts off small - blowing off dates last minute under the premise that she’s just too busy. then it starts snowballing. ignoring texts, forgetting to call back. her corner is lonely and void of a kind, yellow sun again - just the way she thought she liked it.

you can’t help but think you did something wrong. were you moving too fast? did you fall too hard and scare her off? you couldn’t help it that kara made home seem like a person, rather than a place. you show up to her doorstep, eyes red and sniffly. she knows you’re there before you even weakly knock on the door and she has half a mind to tell you to go away. when kara opens the door, there’s so much pain in her eyes and it becomes all too obvious what’s really at play. it breaks your heart into a million pieces again, but for a different reason.

ooo yes please! Clark Kent x reader ✩ 746 words

Clark is in trouble. 

He usually is when it comes to you, can hardly focus when you look his way. He can feel your eyes on him where you peer over the top of your monitor, eyes burning into his skin. He hopes the glasses cover up the warmth in his cheeks, the tint of pink there, at least a little. He can't go giving away all his secrets now. 

The issue is that you seemingly suck all the composure Clark has right out of him. You make him nervous. More than anyone he’s ever met, it's weird. You’re lovely, of course, but you like to flirt and tease and he's never sure if you're serious. He hopes you are.

“Psst.” You call for his attention, sitting up straighter in your chair to get a clearer line of sight to lovely, handsome, Clark. “Hey.”

Clark finds himself straightening up pretty quickly, leaning further forward with a smile on his face at your call. He’s easy. Your brows are pulled together with a frown on your lips. It does nothing to mar your sweet face, he thinks, but he prefers the teasing tilt that usually sits on your lips.

“What's up?”