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Request rules:

No abuse or unhealthy dynamics

Light/fluffy smut is ok (will potentially open this up further in future)

My fics are usually happy/have very little angst, so just keep my style of writing in mind when suggesting, otherwise it may not get written

Masterlist:

college!clark series

college!clark headcanons part 1

college!clark headcanons part 2

college!clark headcanons part 3

college!clark headcanons part 4

college!clark headcanons part 5

All I Want For Christmas Is.... a Cute Tutor (request) - Your totally adorable tutor, Clark, helps you get through finals.

Surprise! (request)- You try to surprise your medium distance boyfriend, Clark, at college but he's always one step ahead of you.

Goodbye, Darlin' (request) - You and Clark made the tough decision to go to different colleges. After an amazing summer together, it's time to help Clark move in and say goodbye (for now)

Missed you, Darlin' - sequal to Goodbye, Darlin'

And They Were Roommates (request)- you go to surprise Clark at college, only to find another girl in his dorm

Academic Burnout (request) - After a stressful finals season, the pressure you've put on yourself finally catches up to you.

Other Fics

"But, Ma Told Me To Never Lie!" - Superman can do almost anything... except complete a Captcha test.

“It wasn’t over; it still isn’t over.” - When you find out your adorably in-touch-with-his-emotions boyfriend, Clark, has never watched The Notebook, you challenge him to watch the film without getting emotional.

Clark Kent: Mini Me - You and Clark have a tradition on holidays, one silly gag gift to end off the present exchange. This Christmas, you decide to get him the best gift yet: a Superman action figure.

You Belong With Me (request) - Your 3-year office crush, Clark Kent, is off limits. You'd never stand in the way of his happiness. Until he isn't.

Driving Home for Christmas - When you and your first love, Clark Kent, are both home for the holidays, after years of no contact, anything can happen.

My Biggest Fan (request) - You're completely obsessed with Superman, and can't stop talking about him at the Daily Planet. Little do you know, Superman is a lot closer than you think.

Back To You (request) - You and Clark just never got the timing right. Years of mistakes and miscommunications soured the love between you. You're left asking, is your love beyond saving?

Golden Hour (request)- On your anniversary with Clark, it's radio silence all day. You almost think he's forgotten, until he comes home.

Friend of a Friend (request) - You and Lois have been friends since college, but when Clark sees you when you come to visit the Daily Planet, you're both desperate to meet each other

Ladies First (request) - Clark always makes sure you're in front of him; protected, where he can see you. But when you get shoved on the plane, your usually mild mannered boyfriend won't stand for it.

Unrequited (?) Part 1: Is It Better To Speak Or To Die? (request) - You've had a thing for Clark for months now and finally work up the courage to tell Clark how you feel. He says he doesn't feel the same. But does he really feel that way, or is he scared to accept his feelings?

Unrequited (?) Part 2: I Burn For You - After Clark rejected your affections, you start to move on. Until he makes it clear there's something else going on.

Nepo Baby (request) - Your boss gave your one rule when you started at the Daily Planet: no dating coworkers. But when you meet Clark, you can't help but want to break the rules. It doesn't help that your boss just so happens to be your dad.

One Shots

Look At That Woman - Clark admires you as you put on your makeup

Doe Eyes - You decide to splurge on a lash treatment before your date with Clark, and he can't take his eyes off of yours

CK <3 - Clark gets you personalised charms for your anniversary

Morning Voice - You wake up next to Clark in his childhood bedroom, but something sounds different

So Obsessed - You've tried to act cool in your new relationship, you don't wanna scare away the nicest guy you've ever dated. But your friends have other plans

Hands Off - Clark tries to take you home after a night out with the Daily Planet girls, but in your drunken haze, you don't recognise him.

I'm here, right here. - You finally end things with your toxic fiancé. When things go wrong, Clark is always there, he always has been. Maybe he's what you've been looking for all along?

Other Headcanons

childhoodfriend!clark headcanons

dad!clark headcanons

my exams and assignments are finally over so i've been working on some fics the last few weeks. unfortunately my writer's block has been strong as hell so things are moving slowly, but i wanted to give a sneak peek of a fic i have coming up:

A+

Your former academic rival/best friend/secret love, Clark, becomes your co-worker when you start at the Daily Planet. Will the rivalry from high school continue, or change into something more?

(and here's a small preview of the fic)

hi everyone! so sorry i've been inactive the last week or so, life has been crazy busy

BUT i'm starting the first fic of my song series soon - as per this poll

stay tuned!

~ amy 🤍

Vote here for which one you want to see first

i'm planning to stick to shorter fics and drabbles for the time being - uni assignments are coming up but i don't wanna leave you guys hanging - so i'm doing a song inspired series!

1. She Looks So Perfect by 5sos - you wear Clark's clothes, head to toe, for the first time

2. Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae - childhoodfriend!clark, making out in his truck

3. Crazier by Taylor Swift - Clark confesses his love at the Smallville barn dance

4. Oh Gemini, Role Model - double perspective, Clark lives in city and reader in Kansas, reminiscing on when you were together now it's been years apart

I'm here, right here.

i'm working on a longer, slow burn, angst/comfort fic from my suggestions. it's taking a few days but i'm really proud of it so far so stay tuned!

Hands off (Drabble)

Clark tries to take you home after a night out with the Daily Planet girls, but in your drunken haze, you don't recognise him.

Warnings/tags: alcohol consumption, drunk, Clark takes care of you

Masterlist here

Cat and Lois had finally convinced you to join them on a night out. You'd never been one to drink much, and bars aren't really your scene, but this time practically the whole office was heading to the local bar. It'd been so long since you and the girls had properly hung out together, it'd be rude to say no.

Plus with Clark there, you felt safe to let loose and have a drink or two, knowing your kryptonian boyfriend would be sober no matter how much he drank.

So after a drink or two.... or four.... and a round of shots, it's safe to say you're pretty wasted. Clark, being the protective but respectful boyfriend he is, has kept a comfortable distance all night. Close enough to keep an eye on you but no so close that you feel suffocated. But at this point, he was ready to step in.

Lois and Cat can handle their drink much better than you can, although at this point they're beyond tipsy, but nowhere near your level. Your head feels dizzy, your vision is blurring and you feel all disorientated. They've headed home by now, leaving Clark to take you with him and nurse you back to sobriety.

A glass of water appears before you. You drink it all but makes little difference. Eventually your vision focuses enough to see the hand the glass is attached to. A guy, a cute guy. But you have a boyfriend (who, unbeknownst to you, is the cute guy in front of you).

The conversation goes something like this:

"Ok darlin' that's enough for you. Let's get you home before you empty your stomach," Clark says.

"Oh, no thank you sir. I have a boyfriend," you say sternly, brows furrowed at the 'stranger before you'.

"Honey, it's me. Clark," he says, choking back laughter.

"No means no, mister. Thank you for the drink but I'm not interested," you say, leaning away from him.

He pauses. He knows how stubborn you are, and in your drunken state, there's no way you'll be coming with him of your own free will. So he decides to be smart about it.

"I'm sorry, madam. I must've mistaken you for someone else. How about I buy you a drink to make up for it, then I'll leave you be?" he says, brow cocked in amusement.

You pout and narrow your eyes, scoping out the man in front of you. Even with the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, you can tell he's not the creep kind.

"I suppose that would be ok," you say, still giving him the side eye.

He orders a martini, but mouths 'water' to the bartender when you're turned away. You down your drink in one go, unaware of Clark's plan.

After a minute of the water settling in your stomach, your haze begins to clear. You're still incredibly drunk but at least you now recognise the man in front of you.

"Clark!" you say, drunkenly throwing your arms around him. "Where have you been? This guy tried to take me home with him. I said no but he ordered me a drink, let me tell you this was the crappiest martini I've ever had."

"Really? That guy sounds like a real piece of work, why don't we head home and you can tell me all about it?" he says, the smug tone of his voice going completely over your head.

You grab his hand, swinging it with yours, like two kids on the playground, as you walk through the doors to head home.

hi everyone, just wanted to make everyone aware of a scam message i received in my inbox. they said they accidentally reported my account and sent the following 'receipt'

this is a known scam, if you receive this, don't panic, report the account and block

stay safe <3

p.s i'm still working on some fic requests so be on the lookout for some coming soon (:

Hi everyone

I've been doing some requests i started last month but i've hit a bit of a writers block with them - if you sent me one and i haven't published, it's probably in the draft and i promise they'll be out soon

In the meantime, my requests are still open! the ones I've had the last few days that are published deffo helped the writers block so please send requests

My request rules are here

Nepo Baby

Your boss gave your one rule when you started at the Daily Planet: no dating coworkers. But when you meet Clark, you can't help but want to break the rules. It doesn't help that your boss just so happens to be your dad.

Warnings/tags: reader is Perry's daughter, angst, secret relationship, parental expectations, self destructive tendencies, eventual happy ending, fluff

Writer's note: thank you, i'm so glad you enjoy my writing! this suggestion was so much fun to write, hope you enjoy!! <3

Word count: 3.2k

Masterlist here

You love your Dad. Sure, he may come off as grumpy and unreasonable at first, but family, specifically you, is his soft spot.

You always joke that you're a nepo baby; your dad is your boss at your first job out of college. But you worked hard for this. You applied the same way everyone else did, Dad declared his conflict of interest, and you got hired by the rest of the panel based on your merit, not your relations.

Of course, the rest of the office is still wary. At the start you didn't tell anyone. Personality wise, you and Dad couldn't be any more different. You're optimistic, bubbly and always focus on bright side. He's, well, he's Perry. But when your coworkers started to overhear you talk to him about Sunday dinners at his house and catching the occasional lift with him to work, it was inevitable they'd catch on.

The office seems to be warming up to you by now. It's been almost two years since you started. At first some of the guys, namely Steve, gave you shit for being the boss' daughter, but quickly stopped once they read your work. Can't argue with talent and hard work. You've even made some good friends by now.

Lois, your closest friend in the office, jokingly calls you nepo baby now too. You both know she doesn't mean it, your work speaks for itself, but you do find it funny when she mouths it at you when Dad gives you a pat on the back or says good job.

And then there's Clark Kent. The guy who sits two desks away.

You really tried to not catch feelings for him. Dad specifically said this was the one rule.

"Look, honey, you're an adult. You got this job all by your own hard work. I'm not planning on being soft with you, or being too overbearing. But I have one rule if you're serious about this job: no dating your coworkers. You have so much talent, and I'd hate to see you getting distracted and straying from that over a man," he said.

But he neglected to tell you that potentially the most perfect man to ever live worked at the Daily Planet. It was pretty much inevitable that you'd fall for him. He's kind, dorky, so sweet, plus he's pretty easy on the eyes.

You were desperate to keep the truth from him. It felt like once he knew, this fantasy in your head of what could be would be crushed. But when the time came and he found out, it changed nothing.

"Well, it's clear talent runs in the family" is all he said about it. He never made it weird, never made any jokes. He saw you for you, not as the boss' daughter. In some ways it helps that Clark and Dad have a mutual respect for each other, unique to only them. They aren't afraid to push back against each other when they know it will make the output better. They also trust each other's judgement. You recon Clark is Dad's favourite in the office, though you know he'd never admit it.

Which is why catching feelings made everything oh so more complicated. Of course you had to choose the one guy who is not only all round incredible, but also respects your dad. C'mon, how could you resist?

You tried to push it away for the first few months. You'd grab drinks with your coworkers, or hang out outside of the office and desperately try to keep your eyes from falling upon Clark. But he didn't make it easy. Clark is a gentleman, he always holds doors, walks closest to the road, and just treats you with a kind of respect that no man ever had. He was respectful to everyone, but there was something there that seemed to only be reserved for you.

A few more months went by and it became impossible to stay away from him. You'd started grabbing coffee before or after work, just as friends to begin with. But of course it became something more.

One night, he walked you back to your apartment after grabbing dinner from the local diner (he insisted on paying, of course) and it became undeniable; you liked each other. So as you said goodnight, he leaned down and kissed you. Soft, no expectations attached. He knew about Dad's rule, but also knew how much he wanted this. So he left it up to you.

"If you really want me to take a step back, I will. No questions asked. But I want this. I want you. It's your decision and I completely understand if you decide you don't want to pursue this, but if you do, just say the word and I'm yours," he said. You looked at him for a moment, Dad's words replaying in your head. Why should you deprive yourself of a good man? Why can't you have both? So you leaned up and kissed Clark again. And that's how the secret began.

You didn't dare tell Dad, for yours and Clark's sake. You managed to keep it hidden for a while.

Other than exchanging a few glances here and there and the occasional, appropriate lunch together in the break room, you kept it professional. When your weekends and evenings became busier, Dad suspected you might've met someone.

"Now, I don't expect any formal introductions just yet, you take your time with your relationship. I'm happy for you, honey. Just remember what I said," Dad hadn't fully caught on just yet, but the words stayed with you.

It was always in the back of your mind when you and Clark were together. Something about keeping your happiness from your Dad, and keeping Clark a secret felt wrong. But you don't want to disappoint Dad, and you don't want to jeopardise Clark's working relationship with him. Doubt was always there; maybe it would be better for the both of them if you weren't with Clark, if you denied yourself happiness.

A few months into your relationship, the doubt overtook. Your relationship was amazing, and you were serious about each other. You wanted to tell Dad about it so badly, but knew you couldn't. It started to take a toll on you. You've always had a self destructive tendency, that's why relationships never seem to work out. But now that self destructive has something to hold onto. The guilt, the secrets, the lies. It was too much.

Clark noticed. He wondered if you were having doubts about him that you weren't voicing. Dad noticed. He wondered if the very thing he warned you about was happening. He's a smart man. He probably already knew what was going on.

You couldn't do this anymore. It was dishonest to Dad, and more importantly, it was inexcusable to treat Clark like he's something not worthy of being loved loudly.

So you made your decision.

"Please tell me I just misheard you," Clark says. His face is completely drained of colour.

Clark had cooked you dinner at his place. It made your heart twist. You can't keep putting him through this. So now that the dishes have been cleared, and the world seems quiet tonight, you know you have to do it now.

"Say it again, please," he says, getting quieter, pleading with his eyes to let this not be true.

"I can't do this anymore. I don't think we're right for each other," you say, head down, not wanting to meet his gaze. He looks at you like a devastated puppy; still full of love despite the emotional bomb you've thrown at him.

"Why are you saying this? We've been solid for months. Darlin' I love you. Don't do this," he says, moving closer to cup your face. You pull away.

"I have to," you whisper. "You don't deserve this, you deserve better."

"What are you talking about? There is no 'better'. I want you. I love you," he cries. You've never seen him so distraught. "Is this because of Perry? Did he tell you to break up with me. Darlin' you know how much I respect your dad but you're an adult, this is your decision to make."

"He doesn't know about us," you say before Clark interrupts.

"Then what's the issue?" he cries louder.

"That's the issue, Clark," you cry back. "You deserve to be loved loudly. You deserve someone who can introduce you to her parents, beaming with pride. You have no idea how much I want to tell him about us, show him how proud I am, show him how loved I am."

"Then tell him. I'm a Midwestern man, I was raised to expect a sit down with a woman's father to lay out my intentions. I will do that, darlin'. I'll do anything. Perry likes me. Sure if it was Steve or the douchebag in IT I can see why he'd flip out. But it's me. He likes me and he respects me. He knows me. He knows who I am and what I stand for. Surely that makes a difference?" he begs.

You just shake your head. You've tried to hard to settle into the Daily Planet and make a name for yourself outside of Dad. And he's so proud of you. He's supported you through the highs and lows of this job. You can't go against the one thing he told you to not do.

More importantly, you can't do that to Clark.

You head towards the coat rack, sliding your shoes on and throwing your coat around your shoulders.

"Darlin' please. I am begging you. Don't do this," he says, following you to the door. "Let yourself be happy. Please."

"Goodbye, Clark," you shut the door behind you.

The next few weeks are torturous. You and Clark both take a few days off work, and when you come back, you avoid him like the plague.

Part of you thought he would try to talk to you, reconcile, when you saw him again. Maybe that part wanted him to as well. But Clark is the most respectful man. So as much as he didn't want to, he respected your wishes.

You move desks after the first three days. You can't bare for him to be in your eye line. You've never been so distracted and off your game. No matter how hard you try, you just feel hollow. Dad notices as well. He starts leaving coffee on your desk with notes.

'Have a great day. Here if you need me'

'I'm just across the bullpen if you need to talk'

Eventually, enough is enough, and he calls you into his office at the end of the day. You tentatively knock on the door, shut it behind you and slump into the chair opposite him.

"I know about you and Clark," he says, cutting to the chase immediately.

"What do you mean?" you say, attempting, and failing, to feign ignorance.

"Honey, you've both been off your game for weeks. When my two best journalists both enter a slump at the same time, of course I'm going to know something is up. This is exactly what I warned you about." His tone isn't lecturing like he has in feedback meetings, it's pure paternal concern. "Just talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

"There's nothing to tell you anymore, Dad. Honestly. I ended it almost three weeks ago," you say, looking at the floor. Confusion fills his face.

"Wait, what? So this slump started because you ended things with him? Not because it started?" he says, scratching his head.

"It started months ago. I couldn't stand lying to you. I love you, Dad, and you know how much I respect you, how much I value your advice. But it's Clark. He's so kind and gentle. I've never been treated that way by a man before. And I loved him. But I kept replaying what you said and I knew we wouldn't last like this," you say, tearfully. "I couldn't keep that from you forever. And honestly, what hurt the most was the way I treated him. That man deserves the world, you and I both know that. He doesn't deserve to be kept a secret. I wanted to tell you so badly, but I was so scared of how you'd react. You and Clark have such a good relationship here, you're the whole reason the Daily Planet works so well. So I thought it was the best thing for everyone if I ended it. That way you two can keep working the way you do, he can find someone who will love him the way he deserves, and I won't have to lie or keep someone hidden."

He sits there. Stunned. He takes a deep breath in before saying anything.

"Honey. I'm so sorry I made you feel that way. The reason I told you to not date inside the office was because I didn't want that to overshadow your work. You're so talented, and you work so hard. You're already having to prove yourself and show you're not just here because of me, I just didn't want that to be even harder for you. Most of the guys in this office, while I respect their work, they're just not nice guys. You deserve to be your own person, not the boss's daughter, not another journalist's girlfriend, just you. I should've made that clearer," he says.

"Dad, it's not your fault. You were right, I have been distracted because of him," you say.

"But not because of your relationship. If anything it's my fault you're so distracted. If I hadn't been so adamant, you wouldn't be in this position," he says. He walks to you from his desk and puts his arm around you. "Actually, yours and Clark's work performance became even better before this slump. You completely proved me wrong. You're an adult now, and I should've trusted your judgement better."

"But what do I do now?" you say quietly, tears stating to stream. "I've ruined it now. Dad, he said he loved me. But I wasn't treating him like I should. I can't undo it all." He hugs you tighter.

"Talk to him, honey. If there's one guy in this office that I suppose I'd be ok with dating you, it's him. He's a great guy. He'll understand. I can talk to him if you want?" he says, stroking your hair like he used to when you were upset as a kid.

"Thanks, Dad. But what's done is done. He deserves better than this," you say, sniffing. You stand up and grab your bag. "See you for Sunday dinner." You head out of his office and straight home.

You're sat in your apartment, half watching some trashy reality show, trying to not think about everything. Dad's already texted you asking to call him later.

You're feeling sorry for yourself. You can't help but feel like you've created a huge mess. Sure, if Dad hadn't given his grown daughter dating rules, things might be ok. But ultimately, you started your relationship with Clark knowing what would happen. You put yourself and him in this position. It's probably for the best you ended it.

Eventually, you fall asleep on the sofa. It's only 8pm but you're so emotionally exhausted, you completely pass out. You're woken up by a knock at the door. You stir and decide you just want to sleep, so you ignore it. But the knocking persists, getting more frantic with each knock. So you wipe your eyes, throw on your hoodie and answer the door.

In your sleepy haze, you could almost swear the guy at the door looks like Clark. His voice sounds like it too. Wait.

"Can I come in?" he says. It's him. You're immediately awake now. You hesitate for a second, the weight of the last few weeks standing between you. Eventually you step aside and let him in.

"I talked to your Dad," he says. Shit. This complicates things. "He told me about your conversation with him. And explained his rule. So I guess I was right about him being scared of Steve sniffing around you." He lets out a small, dry laugh. You stand there. Silent.

"I understand why you ended things now. I understand the weight it was bearing on you. But I want you to know, I never felt like you were putting that weight onto me. I knew the reasons you wanted to keep us secret. And I know how important your Dad is to you," he says. You pause.

"That doesn't change the fact that you deserve to be loved loudly," you say apprehensively.

"But so do you. Darlin', you keep denying yourself happiness for the sake of others. For me. For your Dad." he says.

"I thought it was the right thing to do. I don't want to hurt you. Even now that Dad knows it doesn't undo everything that happened. It doesn't change the fact that I blew us up. I just don't think we can come back from that. You deserve a fresh start with someone who won't do that," you say, tears welling.

"You're not listening to me. I don't want a fresh start. I don't want someone else. I love you. And I want everything that comes with that. You're fiercely loyal to the people you care about, to the point that you're willing to sacrifice your happiness for them. You're so kind and loving. I know who you are underneath the walls you keep up that you think will protect others," he walks closer and reaches his hand up to cup your face. "These last few weeks haven't changed that. I don't hold your decision against you, and I will respect if you don't change your mind. But please, just think about what will make you happy. Not anyone else."

You stare at him for a second, the familiar doubt still festering in the back of your mind. What if your brain finds some other reason things won't work out? What if you hurt him again? But he's looking at you like none of that matters, like no matter how self destructive you become, he'll be there. He really does want it all.

"Are you sure about this, Clark?" you whisper. He doesn't say a word. Instead he leans down to meet your lips. His kiss is tentative at first, like he's still worried you'll slip away from him again. You kiss him back. These weeks without him have been the loneliest of your life. You missed him so badly. He breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes.

"I love you," you blurt out, mindlessly. He's caught off guard, then a smile stretches across his face. You've loved him this whole time, even after you blew the relationship up, you never stopped.

"I love you, darlin'," he says, placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you into his arms. His shoulders relax and you feel the weeks worth of tension melt away.

"We're really gonna do this? You want all of this?" you ask.

"More than anything," he whispers.

A comfortable silence lingers. You stand there, eyes closed, in his arms, just appreciating his presence. You feel safe in a way you never have before. You feel loved.

"Hey, at least I won't have to do the whole 'meeting your dad' thing," he jokes, breaking the silence. You laugh, genuinely, for the first time in weeks.

Part 1: Is It better to Speak Or To Die?

You've had a thing for Clark for months now and finally work up the courage to tell Clark how you feel. He says he doesn't feel the same. But does he really feel that way, or is he scared to accept his feelings?

Part 2: I burn for you.

After Clark rejected your affections, you start to move on. Until he makes it clear there's something else going on.

Part 2: I burn for you.

After Clark rejected your affections, you start to move on. Until he makes it clear there's something else going on.

Read part 1 here

Warnings/tags: angst, eventual happy ending, reader finds out Clark is Superman, Clark crying, fluff, swearing

Word count: 2.2k

Masterlist here

A long weekend couldn't save you from the pain of last week. You'd taken off Monday despite the celebrations of your latest Perry-approved article being published. Facing Clark felt like too much right now.

It's not even the rejection that's paining you. Ok, maybe it is getting to you more than you'd like to admit, you did really like him and wanted him to feel the same way. But what stings most is knowing there's no returning your friendship back to where it was.

You'd never pried about how secretive he is, but truth be told it did bother you. I mean, why does someone constantly need to cancel plans, turn up late, or disappear out of nowhere? Usually, you'd ignore it as best you could, but after he rejected you with an "I can't", not a "I don't want to", you're starting to see how scared of commitment he is.

For a few days, you felt angry because of this. Are you not deserving of commitment? What's holding him back? What on earth does Clark Kent have to hide?

But eventually you saw sense. It's still true that he clearly has his issues but he's not a bad person. He's allowed to not feel the same way and he's allowed to make mistakes. He didn't intend to hurt you, in fact he was probably trying to let you down gently. You can't fault him for that. He's still Clark; kind, gentle, just not yours.

Eventually you have to face the music. You can't afford to take another day off, especially with all the upcoming articles you need to finish by the end of the week. So you try your best to pick yourself up, ice your puffy eyes and just try to get through the day.

You get into work and keep your head down walking to your desk, not wanting to attract any attention. You know it's only you, Clark and Lois who know what's going on, but you still want to feel invisible. You don't look at Clark's desk but you can tell he's there, his frame isn't exactly hard to miss. Your stomach feels like an empty pit.

You hurriedly sit at your desk, relieved that you don't sit facing him but knowing he's looking at you. You notice there isn't a coffee on your desk this morning. Not that you expected one, but it definitely stings a little.

Lois passes your desk and squeezes your shoulder. She doesn't say anything, doesn't draw attention to it, just lets you know she's there for you. You flash her a small smile as she walks past.

For the rest of the day, you throw yourself into your work. You barely look up from your desk and count the hours until you can go home.

At lunch, you don't dare eat in the break room. Instead you walk straight past, catching a glimpse of Clark sat at your normal table, a head up to the roof instead. Technically you're not supposed to be up there, building code violations and all, but you couldn't care less. You'll do anything to avoid facing Clark. The air is cool, like a splash of cold water on your face to keep you grounded.

Finally, 5pm rolls around. As soon as the clock ticks on the hour, you grab your things and head out of there as fast as possible, still avoiding Clark's gaze. You think you hear his heavy footsteps trying to follow after you but you don't look back.

You repeat this routine until Friday. Finally, a week on from that evening, you're starting to feel better. You're still avoiding him like the plague and eating lunch wherever you'll never be found, but you don't feel quite so down.

You get all of your articles submitted to Perry ahead of schedule and you're left with nothing else to do, so decided to take off early. You gather your things and head to Lois' desk before you leave.

"Hey, I was wondering when you'd finally perk up again. You feeling ok?" she says glancing up from her computer screen.

"Much better. I've got everything done and sent to Perry already so I'm not feeling too bad. Probably gonna head out early. My bed, my cat and the pint of Ben and Jerrys in my freezer is calling my name," you joke.

"You're still avoiding him?" she asks tentatively, like she's scared you'll start crying again by even asking.

"Like the plague. But I'm starting to accept it. It is what it is and I'm just not gonna think about it until we have to work together again. Let's just hope Superman doesn't do anything for a while," you say. She laughs.

"Ok, take care of yourself. Text me if you need anything," she says as you turn to leave.

You can feel yourself returning back to normal. There isn't that pit in your stomach anymore and you've made it through the week. Now you can go home and relax. You're almost at the doors when you bump into something rigid.

Papers are flying everywhere. You open your mouth to apologise and look up to see Clark. You freeze. Words are trying to come out of your mouth but failing to make sound.

Instead you hurriedly drop to the floor and start picking up papers. You don't say a word but you don't want to seem rude by just walking away.

"It's my fault, honestly. You don't need to pick those up, let me," he says softly, bending down to help you. You don't say anything. You don't even look at him. You just pick up the papers, place them in his hand and turn to leave.

You're almost at the doors when you feel his hand grab yours. You face him, shocked.

"Can we talk? I need to talk to you, after last week I just-" he says before you cut him off.

"We don't have anything to talk about. You made it crystal clear. Please don't put me through that conversation again," you say. You turn and leave before he can say anything else.

You head straight home and jump into bed. You were finally starting to feel better, and Clark had to go and bring it up again. What else could there possibly be left to say? Why would he want to put you through that kind of embarrassment again?

Though truthfully, part of you regrets not hearing him out. He was your best friend before all of this. Either way, what's done is done. So you snuggle up with your cat, put one a trashy reality show and try to forget about it all.

You're about 4 and a half episodes in when you hear a knock on your door. You're not expecting a package or anyone coming by for maintenance so you ignore it.

It knocks again. More frantic this time. You begrudgingly pull yourself out of bed to answer it. By the time you get there, another knock sounds. You open the door.

It's him. Clark is standing at your door.

You're stunned. You try to say something but nothing comes out. His hair is windswept and his tie is loose around his neck. He looks like he's been in a wind tunnel.

"Please can we talk?" he says softly, eyes pleading. You say nothing. Instead you step aside, letting him into your apartment. He takes his shoes and coat off, setting them carefully on the rack by the door.

"Clark, I already told you there's nothing to talk about," you say, refusing to meet his gaze.

"I lied to you," he says. What?

"What do you mean?" you say.

"I've lied to you, a few times actually. And I don't want to anymore. Please just let me explain," he say. You nod. "I need you to not freak out when I show you what I'm about to show you."

You look at him, confused. Show you? What could he possibly need to show you?

He takes a deep breath, before reaching up to take off his glasses. As the frames come off, his shoulders seem to widen, his frame seems to become straighter and taller. Until you see his face.

"Holy shit. Clark what is this?" you say. His face looks different. His features look sharper, almost like his normal face has been kinda blurry this whole time. He looks like someone. He looks like....

He unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt, to reveal a familiar blue, red and yellow emblem.

You piece it all together.

"You're Superman?!" you shout. He quickly puts his hand over your mouth to silence you

"You said you wouldn't freak out," he exclaims, removing his hand.

"In my defence this is the last thing I was expecting you to tell me. This is how you always get interviews?" you say.

He buttons his shirt back up, straightening his tie and fixing his windswept hair.

"Did you fly here, Clark? What the actual fuck?" you say with quiet shock. "But I don't understand, why are you telling me this? I mean, I always knew something was up with you; always disappearing, always late. But you said at the office you wanted to talk about last week. What does this have to do with that?"

"This is why I act the way I do. This is why I keep everyone at an arms length," he says. "But I can't do that with you. I like you. I really do, not just as a friend. But can you see why I lied?"

This makes so sense. He said outrightly that he didn't feel the same.

"You told me definitively that you didn't feel the same. Are you trying to make me feel better, is that was this is? You think by telling me your secrets that'll make everything ok? Clark, I don't want you to lie about how you feel or tell me this stuff just because you feel sorry for me," you say. He moves closer, almost trapping your body against the wall.

"That's not what this is," he says.

"You said you didn't want to be anything more than friends," you say, getting louder, eyes welling with the familiar sting of tears from last week.

"I didn't say I didn't want to. I said I couldn't," he says desperately.

"And when you kept telling me you needed to hear me say that I didn't feel the same way, I knew I'd keep you hanging on if I didn't say it. I just wanted to protect you," he says, softly.

"Protect me from what?" you say. You're starting to understand him now.

"I have so many enemies. If they catch wind of you being connected to Superman, whether you know it or not, they could hurt you. And I don't want anyone to hurt you," he says, his hand cupping your cheek.

"When you told me how you felt last week, you have no idea how much I wanted to tell you the same. How much I wanted to ask you to dinner or a movie or just be honest and open for once. But I thought I was protecting you. I didn't realise that by lying to you, I was the one hurting you," he says. His eyes are fixed on yours. You never noticed just how blue they are. You reach your hand up to cup his cheek. His eyes start welling with tears.

"No one wants this. No one deserves the burdens that come with me. I don't want to put you through that," he whispers, trying to fight the tears in his eyes.

"Listen to me. This doesn't change anything," you say softly. "You're still you. You're kind, and thoughtful, and you're my best friend. This doesn't change that."

"You don't want this," he says, a tear falling down his cheek. You place his head to your shoulder and cradle him close.

"Yes I do. Let yourself be happy for once, Clark. You can't live your life like this; pushing everyone away, never feeling like you can commit to anything. Please. I want this and I know you do too," you say.

He stands back up, wipes his eyes and sniffles. Part of you likes this vulnerable side to him, you feel closer.

"You're right. I want this. I want this so badly. I want you. But you need to know what this is. I'm flaky, I'm always late, I always disappear when it's the most inconvenient. I don't ever want you to feel like you're not a priority to me," he says

"How many times have we rescheduled coffee or drinks with Lois? How many times have I covered for you when you've been late. I know how this goes. Knowing the reason behind it doesn't make any difference. I want all of you, including this," you say.

He stares at you for a moment, trying to detect any sign of doubt or uncertainty. But there's none. You know him. You always have. He's your best friend. And he knows that too.

He leans down, tilts your chin up, and kisses you. It's soft at first. Gentle, unsure, like you'll slip away from him at any moment. You kiss back, firm, sure and steady. His shoulders relax and he melts into you. You're his and he finally knows it. He's found something he doesn't want to push away or run from. He's found someone who wants all of him exactly as he is.

Unrequited (?)

Part 1: Is It Better To Speak Or To Die?

You've had a thing for Clark for months now and finally work up the courage to tell Clark how you feel. He says he doesn't feel the same. But does he really feel that way, or is he scared to accept his feelings?

Warnings/tags: angst, Clark has commitment issues, unrequited love (for now 👀), alcohol consumption

Writer's note: thanks for the suggestion! i struggle to write angst without a happy ending so ive split this into two parts - part 1 ends with angst and part 2 will be a happy ending, so feel free to stop reading after this part if you prefer. hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.1k

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Clark Kent. Your office crush.

You started as an entertainment and lifestyle writer at the Daily Planet almost a year ago now. And with that, your thing for Clark began too.

He was unassuming to most; dorky, awkward, shy. If not for his height and stature, as well as his incredible reporting, he'd probably go unnoticed by most. But these traits of his drew you in. You knew there was more to him; a good, kind man under his initially awkward demeanour. Not to mention he's pretty easy on the eyes as well.

Your paths often crossed. Superman was the hottest topic in both news and pop culture, so collaborating with the office's resident Superman expert was inevitable. The more you worked with him, the deeper you fell for him.

Once you cracked the surface of him, you saw who he truly is. His midwestern manners, how encouraging and supportive he is through Perry's harsh feedback, how he remembers your go to coffee order and leaves it on your desk. In a way, you couldn't help falling for him. He was everything you'd hoped for but never experienced in a man.

Of course, you've never told him this. Initially you told yourself it was because you wanted to remain professional; you're still relatively new here and don't want to be known as the new hire who gets involved with her coworkers. But now that you've been here for a while and settled in properly, you know it's really because you're scared.

Another thing you've discovered about Clark is that he's incredibly hard to read. There's something about him that you can't quite place, something deeper than anyone can ever seem to reach. It's not that you think he's untrustworthy or fake, you know that's simply not who he is, but there's an air of secrecy to him.

You've often found yourself wondering why he's always so late, why he'll randomly go missing during the day, and why he always seems to keep some level of guard up, even now that you've become great friends. Maybe it's a medical thing? Maybe it's a family thing? Either way, it's Clark, and you trust that he keeps things that way for good reason. It's never gotten in the way of your friendship or your feelings for him, so you've never pried.

It's also hard to tell if the way he acts is out of just pure kindness and the way he was raised, or if he could potentially like you as well. You try to not read into it too much, but some things are hard to deny.

A few weeks ago, the coffees he leaves on your desk started coming with notes; bright pink and yellow PostIts with handwritten messages on them. The messages would be sweet:

'Read your latest article last night, amazing stuff :)'

'Good luck on your story pitch to Perry, you'll do great!'

All kind and lovely. But surely all good friends are supportive of each other?

You'd mentioned it to Lois. She was your closest coworker outside of Clark and has known him for years at this point. He'll often buy coffees for the core team: you, Lois, Perry, Jimmy and Cat, as an apology when he turns up late yet again, but Lois swears she's never had any notes from him, and you seem to be the only one he gets coffee for on the daily. She thinks he likes you and is just too scared to say anything but admits he's a hard man to read.

The times you've hung out outside of work, he's been equally sweet; holding doors, walking closest to the road. He's thrown multiple games of bowling just so you could win. But isn't that what friends do? It's all so confusing.

So, you've resigned yourself to the worst stage of a crush; pining. You know there's a small chance he may feel the same way but would you ever risk it? I mean how could you even bring it up? The times it's just the two of you working alone in the office are sacred, and you don't want to ruin that.

It's the Daily Planet end of quarter party. Every last day of the quarter, Perry sends everyone home a few hours early and invites them to celebrate in the evening. It's the one day you see Perry show even an ounce of enjoyment, and the one day you get to let your hair down with your friends and coworkers.

This time, he's gone all out. Instead of hosting it at the Daily Planet, he's rented out the Metropolis Art Gallery. You couldn't be more excited, plus any chance to hang out with Clark is a great way to spend an evening.

You've curled your hair and put on your makeup, lipstick perfectly matching your maroon dress. You always feel most confident in this dress.

The gallery is beautiful; high ceilings, twinkling lights, and beautiful artwork. People are chatting away while music plays in the background. You spot Lois grabbing a drink at the bar and head over to her.

You're talking with her, catching up on your latest interviews and articles when you look over her shoulder and see Clark walking in. He's wearing all black, with a shirt and jacket that fits him much better than his oversized work suit. You knew he was broad but this just emphasises his muscles. Lois has to snap you back to reality when she catches you staring.

"You know, you really should tell him how you feel. You can't keep pining like this forever," she says, taking a sip of her drink.

"I know. I feel so stupid, it's like a highschool crush. I'm an adult, I should be able to tell him how I feel, but I don't want to risk ruining what we have. Our friendship is so great and we work so well together. If he doesn't feel the same then it'll jeopardise that," you say.

"But what if he does feel the same? You won't know until you ask. And if he doesn't, at least you'll know. You're strong, you can deal with it either way. Besides, you're so good at your job. You'll be professional no matter what," she says.

"Maybe you're right. But I don't think this is the right time or place. Maybe another time," you say. She shoots you a knowing glance, she doesn't believe you'll ever actually tell him.

"Maybe there's never a right time. You just have to bite the bullet," she pats you on the shoulder and walks towards Cat. You order a water at the bar, you don't want to risk drinking with the anxious pit in your stomach. Your eyes fall upon Clark again. He's chatting with Jimmy, laughing in that way that makes his dimples pop. The things Lois said replay in your head, there really is no good time to say how you feel. But you know you can't carry on like this, the not knowing is eating at you.

You finish your water and decide to head outside. The cool air hits your bare arms as you walk through the gallery gardens. The smell of flowers is sweet, and the sound of the fountains gently break up the nighttime silence. You find a swinging bench and sit down. You close your eyes and gently sway as your mind races. Why does this have to be so complicated? You know you'll have to tell him eventually, it'll slip out if you wait too long.

Just then you hear someone walking along the path and feel them sit next to you. You open your eyes and see Clark sitting next to you. Your heart jumps.

"Hey, stranger," he says.

"Clark, you scared me!" you say, clutching your chest.

"Sorry, I was looking for you inside. Lois said you might've come to get some fresh air. Glad I found you," he says with a slight giggle at how jumpy you are. "Perry said our article is going out on Monday. He said it was great."

"Really? I'm so relieved, bagging that interview with the Superman fan club was such a drag," you say.

"I think you handled it well. You should be proud of yourself," he says with a smile.

"I wouldn't have been able to get anything done without a Superman expert on board. You should be proud too," you say.

A silence hangs in the air. To him, it seems like a comfortable silence between friends. To you, the silence bears the weight of your feelings.

"So what brings you out here? You ok? You looked deep in thought when I was walking over," he asks.

He's basically handed you an opportunity to say what's on your mind. You hesitate, wanting to take it, but your fear holds you back.

"Nothing. Just needed some air. It was getting a bit stuffy," you say, removing your gaze from his.

"I can't blame you. Between Steve's velvet suit jacket and a slightly drunk Cat, it's definitely an interesting atmosphere," he laughs. You give a small laugh back, still trying to avoid his gaze.

"You look nice tonight. I mean you always do but that dress really suits you," he says. You blush and say a quiet 'thank you'. "Anyway, I'd best head back in. I'll see you in there?" You nod.

He gets up and starts walking back down the path. You've just missed a huge opportunity to tell him how you feel. Regret eats at you. At this point, no matter what the outcome is, you can't hold it in any longer. You need to say something.

You stand up and run up the path.

"Clark, wait," you shout as you're approaching him. He turns to face you. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Is everything ok? It's not the article, is it? Trust me, what you've written is gold. Perry loves it and I'm sure so will everyone else-" he says before you cut him off.

"No it's not that," you say. You hesitate for a minute, rethinking what you're about to do. But there's no going back now. "I like you."

He pauses for a minute, not immediately catching on to what you're saying.

"I like you too, we're great friends-" you cut him off again

"Clark, that's not what I mean," you say, eyes pleading with his to understand you. You see him think for a second until his eyes widen with realisation. "I don't need you to say anything, and I don't expect you to feel the same way. I just needed you to know."

He says your name softly. He looks at you like a piece of shattered glass; delicate, broken.

"Don't do that. It's fine if you don't feel the same way but don't do that," you say. He looks at you for a second before daring to speak.

"I'm sorry. I can't," he says. This is what you were worried would happen

"Clark, it's fine. But I need you to just tell me directly so I can move on. Just tell me you don't feel the same way," you say, trying to hold back the tears forming in your eyes.

Strangely, he hesitates.

"I've got the message, but please just say it," you plead.

"I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way," he says before stumbling into his next sentence. "But listen you're amazing, you're so smart, you're beautiful, you're kind, and you're such a good friend and I'm so sorry I can't-" you cut him off.

"You don't need to do all of that. It's fine. I just needed you to know," you say quietly. You flash him a sad smile as walk back inside.

He tries to call after you but you don't look back. You grab your coat and step out to call a taxi. Lois notices you leaving and follows you out.

"What happened?" she asks. You just shake your head. She knows. She pulls you into a hug before helping you into your taxi. She says to text her when you get home and shuts the car door.

You knew this was a possibility. You knew you could ruin your friendship. But at least you've said it now.

What stings the most is how he said he 'couldn't'. What does that even mean? You knew he was flaky and non committal. Is that his issue? Or does he really just not see you that way?

Either way, what's done is done. You head straight home, throw your dress in the laundry hamper and change into your comfy clothes. You climb into bed and suddenly the reality of the situation hits you.

You've just lost your best friend. Tears flood your eyes as you clutch your pillow tightly. Your cat climbs into your lap, snuggling against you.

Eventually you tire yourself out and fall asleep. You find some relief until you wake up the next morning and remember the night before.

Academic Burnout

After a stressful finals season, the pressure you've put on yourself finally catches up to you.

Warnings/tags: brief reference to eating disorder (reader doesn't have one), forgetting to eat and drink, academic burnout, established relationship, reader knows Clark has powers, Clark is the most caring bf ever

Writer's note: thanks for the suggestion! i'm glad to be getting back to the college!clark series. as always, im english so i apologise for any inaccuracies with american college life

Word count: 1.2k

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Finals week had been brutal to you. You'd thrown yourself in full force, desperate to do your best. Exam season always gets to you, but this time was especially tough.

You'd barely left your dorm besides going to and from exams. You'd forgotten to eat and hydrate properly for days; you barely had enough energy and time left to shower.

Clark had noticed you were struggling. He didn't want to get in your way or add to your stress, but he was worried. He'd been dropping over your favourite snacks and drinks to keep you going, and texting you every morning, lunchtime and evening, just so you knew you weren't alone. What he didn't see what the snacks, uneaten, stored away under your desk.

You hadn't left them there on purpose, you genuinely just forgot to eat or drink until it was already approaching bedtime. But even now with finals done, the last week has caught up to you.

Your phone buzzes. Clark's calling you.

He knows you last exam was today, 9am for 2 and a half hours. It's midday now so he knows you should be done and back at your dorm by now. You meant to call him as soon as you left the exam hall but had forgotten. Your brain feels foggy now that you're not focused on your exam.

You pick up

"Hey baby, how was the exam?" he says. He sounds totally normal through the phone but really, he was worried when you didn't call, especially after how hard he's seen you push yourself this week.

"Good, I remembered everything and finished on time. I'm just glad it's over now. Sorry I didn't call sooner, I think I'm just really tired," you say. Your arms and legs feel stiff and weak. Your head aches and you feel warm and clammy. It's just overtiredness, you tell yourself.

"You sure, darlin'? You don't sound too good," he says. You can hear his worry now.

"Yeah, I'm just really tired. And I miss you, Clark. It feels like forever since we've hung out properly," you say.

"Why don't I come over now? I'll bring some snacks and we can just cuddle in bed for a while, how does that sound?" he says.

"Amazing. See you in 10?" you say. He agrees and you hang up the phone. You still don't feel right, but at least your boyfriend is on his way.

You walk over to the mirror and see your reflection. You're all about self love but honestly, you look like crap right now. It's the first time you've looked in the mirror in days and you're now realising how much you've been neglecting your self care.

You tidy up your hair, change your clothes and do you skincare, in hopes that'll help. It definitely mentally picks you up, but physically you still feel rough. You hear a knock at the door and open it up to see your boyfriend, cute as ever, standing in front of you.

His hair is windswept; you wonder if he ran or flew here to get to you quickly.

"Hi baby, I've missed you," he says, walking into your dorm. He shuts the door behind him before pulling you into a hug. You try to squeeze back but your arms feel like jelly. He lets you go and immediately notices the pained look on your face. "Darlin' you don't look too good, are you ok?"

You're starting to feel dizzy. Your legs are struggling to hold you up. You grab onto Clark's arms to stop you from falling.

"Clark I don't feel well," you mange to whisper. Your legs start to give way and you fall into Clark. He places you onto the bed and sits next to you. You rest your head on his shoulders, letting his body steady you. He grabs the bottle of water from your night stand and brings it to your lips. His eyes fall upon the uneaten snacks under your desk, and he pieces together what's going on.

"Baby when was the last time you ate something?" he asks. He knew something had been up the last few days, but he didn't realise it was this bad.

"I can't remember. I had a coffee before my exam this morning but I don't remember what I last ate," you say softly, still feeling weak.

"No wonder you feel like this. Have you at least been drinking water?" he asks. He's not aggressive with his question, but you can hear the worry in his voice.

The realisation of what you've unknowingly done to yourself hits you. This isn't you. You've always taken your academics seriously but you've never let it take over your life like this.

You shake your head as tears fill your eyes. You feel guilty, not just because you didn't tell Clark sooner, but because you're usually so much more kind to yourself.

"Hey, it's ok," he says softly, cradling your cheek. "I had a feeling something was going on. Let's get some food into you and then we'll talk about it, ok?"

You can't help but cry harder. Clark is just so tentative and caring. He grabs a granola bar from under your desk and holds it up for you to eat. He knows you could hold it yourself but he likes taking care of you. He strokes your hair as you eat the bar until you start to feel more alive again.

"Better?" he asks.

"So much better. Thank you baby, I honestly hadn't even realised I'd been forgetting to eat this week until it reached breaking point, I guess," you say.

"So this was just you forgetting? This wasn't a purposeful thing?" he asks. He turns your face to look at him, his eye scanning you for any hint that something deeper is wrong.

"No, god no. I honestly just got so caught up with finals I forgot to take care of myself. Clark, I'm ok. I promise," you say. He accepts the sincerity of your answer and you see the relief in him.

"Good. But this still isn't ok, darlin'. I know it wasn't on purpose but you've really suffered. Look, you're so smart and so dedicated to your studies but you can't let that override taking care of yourself. Your health is more important than any grade and I don't want anything bad to happen to you," he says. He's relaxed more now that you're feeling better but you can see the worry still plagues him. "How about next time exams come around we study together? We don't need to talk or anything, just be in the same room so we can check in on each other. That way we're taking breaks and I'll know you're taking care of yourself."

"I think that's a good idea. I need some help with recognising when I'm pushing myself too hard. I get so fixated on studying and everything that my mind can't think about anything else. But the main thing is I'm feeling better now and I know to be mindful of this next time," you say, cuddling into his shoulder

"Good. Now, I've brought my laptop and that hoodie you always steal," he says, grabbing it from his backpack and placing it on your lap. "You put that on and I'll load up that Netflix film you said you've been waiting to watch."