-ˏˋ 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 ˊˎ

bruce is used to losing people, its part of the reason why he doesn’t like to get close to anyone. its messy, it could be used as a weakness, a weapon, yet very few people had made it past that wall he had built up—and you were one of them. he tried to keep bruce wayne and batman two completely different people with you but you were in it for everything—the good and the bad.

and thats when he knew he could never lose you.

he would do whatever to keep you safe, happy and healthy.

he moved you into his home, brought you things with his money, gave you the keys to his car and showered you with both love and affection whenever wherever.

before you he hated coming home. he was beaten and bruised—knowing his bed would be empty matching exactly how he felt inside. but with the knowledge that you were home waiting for him, patrol never went over the time he had in place for batman. and he developed a nightly routine.

you were a heavy sleeper, something he was grateful for since he always tried his best not to wake you from your sleep. it also allowed bruce to stalk to your side of the bed, his pointer and middle finger slowly pressing against the underside of your wrist as he felt for your pulse.

a perfect 50 bpm.

he would just sit there for a bit, feeling the beats underneath his fingers—it grounded him, reminded him that you were in fact okay and alive, reminded him that you were still with him and it brought him back to earth, brought bruce back to this moment—leaving batman at the door.

and once he had his fix he took his rightful spot in bed next to you, ready to spend the next day with you once again.

bruce wayne is anything but nonchalant when it comes down to you. that much was obvious when he asked—no—when he told you that you were now moving into the wayne manor. you feared that maybe things were moving to fast, that he may regret asking you a few days from now. to that, bruce gave you the most dumbfounded look he could muster up.

bruce knew early on that he wanted you in his life, in his space, he absolutely hated coming back home from late nights as batman to an empty bed all while you were on the other side of gotham. alone, unprotected, and most importantly not in his arms.

bruce wayne is a decently patient man, but like everything else, that all went out the window when it came down to you. all it took was one night of feeling empty for him to come to the decision that you needed to move in immediately.

“i can’t just leave, i just signed the lease bruce” he shrugged, his eyes landing on more reasons as to why he needed you out of this apartment and into his protection.

“i’ll buy the building, pay your landlord whatever he wants to void your contract, anything. i just can’t leave you here and i refuse to wait another night without you next to me” you sighed, you hated how easy it was when it came down to him—you knew you would do anything and you would give that man anything he wanted and you knew he would do the same.

“come on baby” he muttered, his hands resting on your waist to pull you closer to him “already made space for you in the closet, made you your own personal space in the library for when you get tired of me, even got you your own robe that matches mine—it’s already up in our bathroom”

“your insane bruce wayne”

“is that a yes?”

“i need to pack and stuff but yes, ill move in with you” his smile was wide, pearly whites on display before he attacked your face with kisses.

“leave it, pack whats important, ill get you whatever you want” he muttered against your lips.

your day had been long, hectic, tiring—you were ready to do absolutely nothing when you got home yet when you were met with open arms at the door you couldn’t help but feel recharged once you were wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms. you weren’t sure if it was a superhero thing or a wally thing but every time you were around the speedster you felt your energy levels rise.

“how was your day?” he’d ask like always. considering your job you always had drama to unfold it could either involved an employee affair or overheard drama related to an employee’s family member. didn’t matter what it was, wally was sat as if you were reading him a story.

and normally he was good with listening.

yet for some reason he simply couldn’t concentrate. he oddly became hyper aware of every move you made, his eyes caught every time your tongue poked out from in between your lips to make them wet once they’d dried. the shirt you wore was some random beaten loose tee he had lent you in the beginning stage of your relationship.

he just loved how the loose neckline dipped down your chest, your skin exposed to him at all times. it gave him such a beautiful opening and most of them times he couldn’t help but drag his lips across your skin.

“wally?” his eyes snapped up to meet yours, his mouth shutting close once he felt the breeze drift past his slightly parted lips—had he been drooling?

“are you listening to me?” he nodded rapidly “oh yeah? then what was i talking about?” he tried his hardest to think about what you said but nothing came to mind, every time he thought back to it he’d just see your lips moving in slow motion.

“said somethin about the girl who sits next to you right?” you huffed, you caught early on that he wasn’t fully paying attention but you didn’t flat out think he was ignoring you.

yet you agreed even though that was far from what you were talking about. as you continued though you notice his eyes drift down towards your naked legs, his eyes moved so slowly you were positive that he wasn’t paying attention once again.

and thats when you decided to have some fun with his blatant distraction “so she asked me to go get drinks with her and i was like absolutely not im still in my work clothes right?” you said, shifting in a matter that made the shirt rise a bit higher and like you expected his eyes followed every little movement.

“mhmm totally” he muttered.

“but she was like i want you to meet my brother so i did and he asked me for my number” you said with a cheeky smile—waiting for him to react how you expected him to.

“thats crazy” he muttered “wait your what? who’s he?” he snapped, his attention now solely onto you.

“my co-workers brother! she said—”

“i hope you didn’t give it to him, please tell me you didn’t give it to him—why did he want it anyways? she’s not gonna make bringing him around a habit right?” you couldn’t help but laugh at his fast rambling making an evident frown grace his face.

“why are you laughing” you shook your head softly, leaning over to place a kiss on his pouty lips “i was kidding baby, i was just proving that you were in fact not listening to me” he huffed.

“thats so mean”

“so is ignoring me”

bruce loved you. so much, the multi millionaire was down bad for you, everyone knew that. so it was no surprise that there was a photo of you tucked neatly inside of his wallet, right besides all the credit cards he hands you as if it was candy.

but it wasn’t just any photo. nah, that would be boring.

instead, bruce had a photo you had gifted him for your anniversary. it was one among many yet this one stood out the most.

your hands were tucked underneath the pillow that was wrapped in a cream silk case, your lips were bruised, hair a mess, his finger prints, bite marks and scratches were bright against your skin color.

the top of your knees poked out from the corners of the polaroids as in that moment bruce was buried so deep your legs had been forced back. 

you looked like a mess.

his mess.

his.

he forgot you even allowed him to take that photo, yet when you both found a quiet corner of the hall in which your anniversary party was currently being held, he was reminded of it all over again.

unfortunately you just sparked a new hobby for the man as now it was mandatory that bruce had a photo of your ruined face after he was done with you.

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

adrian chase wasn’t all too afraid to speak his mind, if he thought it, he said it without a care for how the other person might feel until it was too late. he never knew how to read a room but worst of all, he didn’t know what the word boundary meant. if he liked you, he would cling onto you as if you were now his childhood stuff animal.

unfortunately for you, you were now in the line of sight of the strangest most deadliest man you had ever met but not in the way you’d imagined.

adrian was lowkey scared of you—despite the countless times he had to beg christopher to believe otherwise. he wasn’t necessarily sure as to why though. he prided himself in being fearless yet every time your in the room he goes quiet, something everyone quickly noticed.

but just because he was quiet didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention, i mean he wasn’t paying attention to the mission at hand but his attention was deadlocked onto you. it gave him the opportunity to learn every little thing about you, like how your lips pouted when someone told a sob story.

did you notice you roll your eyes approximately ten times every time economos brings up his social anxiety when he doesn’t want to do something? because adrian sure did notice and counted each time but the number is always different.

you felt his eyes on you all the time but you never cared enough to confront him—that was until it was very obvious to everyone in the room that he was staring.

“adrian’s staring again” harcourt muttered. you sighed, looking over to see that he was, in fact, staring. his cheek was pressed into the palm of his hand, his face in some sort of lovesick daze as if he was currently fantasizing about your future together.

spoiler alert, he was. yet when he caught your eyes he quickly sat up straighter, his eyes looking everywhere else as he attempted to look busy.

you had to admit it was kinda cute, adrian had this boyish charm that you couldn’t help but fall victim to. but crushing wasn’t you, you had a job to do but it seemed so impossible with adrian around. it was annoying.

one day it was just the two of you, your face was in a book as doing research was one of your favorite things to do and despite this being a task you were given with adrian, he wasn’t doing much reading.

“is there something on my face?” your voice scared him, making him jump a bit. his mouth opened and closed one, twice and then a third time before he finally answered you.

“no” a few seconds past “actually yes, there’s this piece of hair dangling in front of your face and i have been dying for you to move it already—let me just—” he reached over the table and moved said piece of hair out of the way, giving him a better access view to your eyes that he loved so much.

but the piece of hair stayed in between his fingers a lot longer than he expected it to, he just couldn’t help himself—“its so soft”

“thanks? can you let go now?” for the second time that day he was taken aback. he didn’t realize he spoke out loud but more importantly he wasn’t expecting you to accept his compliment.

“you know people with soft hair naturally gravitate towards vanilla scented products” he said with matter of fact tone and that stupid smile that makes you melt every time.

“i don’t think thats true adrian” you chuckled softly, a major win for him.

“yes it is! you can look it up” it was in fact not true but something he made up as a way to bring up your scent that he was becoming obsessed with.

“hey do you want to quiz me on spiders?”

“i do not” of course that fell on deaf ears as he started dropping random facts that you were almost 100% sure weren’t true but oddly enough you allowed him to keep going—somehow finding the sound of his voice soothing.

the quite room was once again interrupted by hal’s loud sigh, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he tried to relieve some of the tension that was building up. it was obvious to you that the stress of work was piling up on him and you tried to give him his space but you couldn’t help but look over every other minute to see the life literally drain from his face.

when another sigh echoed through the small apartment you made it your mission to try and fix that. you strode over to him with purpose and without saying a word you moved his arm off the table, slipping onto his lap.

hal happily leaned back, giving you space to get comfortable and when you were finally situated on his lap his arm wrapped strongly around your waist—his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your exposed skin.

the tension noticeably left his body when the weight of yours rested against him, as if every bad thought from literally everything left his head.

you sat there for a moment, his hand moving up your back down towards your ass. “want me to start dinner?” you muttered into his neck.

“no stay” his tone was stern, his answer was clear—final and you happily stayed where he wanted you.

“actually—” his hands rested on your waist as he pushed you back a bit. before you could ask what he was doing his hands grabbed at the ends of your shirt, pulling it over your head.

he thanked whatever god that was in the sky that you wore no bra underneath—not because it was anything sexual but because it made the much needed skin to skin contact easier.

seconds later his shirt followed, his finger tips ran up and down your back as he placed soft kisses to your neck before pulling you back into him. “needed this, needed you” he whispered as his other hand continued typing away on his computer. hal had no plans of letting you go now but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

i can’t wait for lanterns 😭😭

METROPOLIS WEALTHIEST FAMILY RAISES 2.5 MILLION DOLLARS TOWARDS A DAMAGE RELIEF FUND. the charity event was hosted by the luthor family with the youngest heiress leading the event. but of course it was, she’s beautiful, smart, kind hearted, a complete opposite of her brother.

clark sighed as he deleted the last bit. he absolutely hated bringing work home but juggling being both clark kent and superman at the same time was tiring—often leaving him having no other choice but to continue writing his articles at home.

tonights topic was all about the charity event he had the pleasure of attending yesterday as a journalist—but he didn’t like to think of it that way as he was personally invited by you—the youngest luthor sibling.

it was no secret to the people who knew clark that he had the biggest crush on you. whenever your name was brought up in a conversation he would listen in closely often defending your name if anyone ever spoke out of line.

superman was also not immune to your charm as it was very obvious that he worked extra hard whenever you were involved. there were countless photo’s of you and the big man in blue which obviously got more attention then he would hope for.

clark yawned—the clock nearing midnight when his phone rang. it was late—he was tempted to let it go to voicemail, that was until he saw your name.

“hello?”

“oh! i wasn’t expecting you to answer, im sorry you weren’t sleeping right?” clark couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on his face—his eyes staring lovingly at the photo of you that was to be used as the cover of his article.

“no, just doing some writing”

clark allowed you to rant about your day, only answering when he knew his opinion was needed or when you asked him a question. other than that, he would hum in agreement as his fingers typed away.

before he knew it your breathing became softer and your rant came to an end. clark just stared at his phone for a moment—enjoying the silence before he whispered a soft goodnight as he ended the phone call.

with one look at his writing software he realized his word count had hit about 5k words which seemed like a good place to stop. without really reading it he summited it in hopes of reaching his deadline and he was off to bed with a smile on his face.

“kent, my office” perry said as soon as clark walked into the daily planet. all eyes were on him making him shrug when his small circle of friends gave him that look of confusion.

“look your a good kid, a good looking kid im sure if you just asked her—” he started.

“uh sir?” clark choked out nervously—unsure of where this conversation was headed.

“im gonna give you a couple hour extension on the charity report you summited last night as im sure mr. luthor wouldn’t be too happy to read an article about how clark kent wants his baby sister to be and i quote the mother of my children” clarks eyes widened in surprise, quickly thanking perry for his generosity before he rushed over to his desk to re-read his article.

sure enough it was a love letter to you. he complimented everything from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. he mentioned how much he loved your voice and how all you had to do was give him that soft look and he would let you get away with murder.

he was down real bad and the world was only mere minutes away from learning that fact.

scott miller doesn’t share. whats his belongs to him and it didn’t matter who you were or what you wanted—he was going to be stingy. that was of course until he met you, storm par’s newest member. it was like someone had attached a magnet to him since he would always end up right by your side at all times.

and yes, scott quickly fell for you—but you didn’t need to know that, no one did. yet scott still showed he cared about you in other ways.

like sharing his things with you. he wasn’t sure how it happened, one day you just asked for a sip of his soda and without hesitation he just handed over the can. your lipstick stained the rim and scott happily placed his mouth where yours was—not even bothering to wipe it clean of the color. after that, sharing with you just became second nature.

“ah dude, you were the one who brought the last piece” javi complained as he walked over to scott who was currently closing up the to-go box that held the last piece of apple pie.

“let me finish that for you and when they make more i’ll buy you another piece” scott scoffed.

“no way, not my fault you got here late” before javi could say a word you came walking over, also complaining that your favorite pie was out of stock.

“you can thank scott for that he—”

“here” scott said, cutting javi off as he reopened the to-go box. he didn’t even need to hand it over as you happily stood in front of him and allowed him to feed you pieces.

“not cool miller” javi said in disbelief.

“its her favorite” he shrugged.

ᯓ✦∘˙ WORRIED TEARS

with clark, you were given the opportunity to turn off your brain and not have to worry about a thing often leaving you naive—not stupid! but sometimes pretty clueless. and thats fine, clark didn’t mind, your sometimes oblivious nature fueled something deep within him that he didn’t know existed.

it gave clark this sense of control over you that made him dizzy. the world needed superman to protect them, you needed clark kent and to him they were two vastly different people. see superman made sure the world was safe, made sure nothing bad happened to them with beings not from this world.

but clark kent made sure you were safe before anybody, he made decisions for you as you were so wrapped up in your own little world filled with your favorite colors, drinks, tv shows and him that you would never know how much this power really fuels his desires.

and sure, maybe this dynamic is making your sense of the real world fade into a part of your head you didn’t wish to check back on but clark honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

he liked spoiling you, he liked that you looked to him with puppy dog eyes when you wanted something, he would give you anything you wanted—all you had to do was ask. but like always there is some downside to creating a spoiled brat.

“you promised me we could go to the pop up event today since they had the limited edition bag i wanted but you were late and we missed it!” you ranted, of course you knew it was a dumb argument—it wasn’t like he missed it on purpose but sometimes you forget that your boyfriend is an important figure in this world and they need him just as much as you do.

and if you were being honest you didn’t really care about some stupid pop up event. you saw how ugly the fight was on tv and you were worried to death, you felt helpless that the man who you loved was dealing with something you couldn’t help with.

and clark knew that. of course he did, he knows everything about you—that frown on your face wasn’t that bratty pout you do when you don’t get your way, no this was laced with worry and he noticed that the moment he walked through the door. and like most times all you needed were a few soft but demanding words to get you to crack under pressure.

“i had a pretty long day baby so lets fix that attitude and try this again” he said, seemingly bored but it was all a mask to hide the fact that he was buzzing with excitement since he knew he was about to have you where he wanted you.

“honey, im home” he repeated, lazily recreating the moment he stepped back into the apartment. you stood there for a moment, your arms crossed over your chest as you stared at his open arms.

like he expected, you didn’t even last a minute before you cracked and began crying—rushing into his arms. he hummed, allowing you to cry into his chest as you rambled on and on about how scary it was to watch the fight on tv.

“silly girl, you were just worried about me huh?” he’ll allow you to soak in your emotions as he played with your hair, swaying you both side to side in hopes it would calm you down.

“i’m alright baby, not a scratch on me. that fight was so easy i even had time to pick this up for you” it was of course the bag you wanted and his words were of course a bit of a lie.

sure visibly there wasn’t a scratch on him but he was in a bit of pain as that fight was far from easy and the bag wasn’t necessarily obtained by him as he sent a friend to wait in that line for him just to make sure you had what you wanted.

but of course you didn’t truly want that stupid bag, i mean you did and you appreciated the fact that superman took time out of his fight ( even if he didn’t but you didn’t need to know that ) just to get you wanted you wanted.

you were just happy that clark was okay and back in your arms as thats all you really wanted. “i’m sorry for snapping at you about the bag, i’m just happy you came back to me” you apologized.

clark couldn’t physically stop the dopey smile that took over his face as he lifted you in his arms—allowing you to wrap yourself like a kola around him “i’m always coming back to you”

adrian chase absolutely loves going shopping with you. he’s always excited when you include him in anything you do so when you text him in the morning asking him to accompany you on your shopping trip he’ll be at your door before you had the chance to put down your phone.

it is however absolutely mandatory that you stop at the coffee shop before you start shopping. he likes his sugary drink and the occasional sips from your equally as sweet coffee. after that, you two could spend hours in the mall.

his favorite part is definitely watching you walk in and out of the dressing rooms in different clothing items, shirts, dresses, didn’t matter adrian would always compliment you with a rather lewd comment as to him saying everything looks just “beautiful” can become boring.

that being said, adrian can be a bit too honest when it comes down to things he doesn’t like. “ew no, that color does not match your vibe babe” or your personal favorite “that dress makes you look like someone’s grandma”

adrian would happily lug your bags around, often carrying at least ten bags at a time and he swears it doesn’t bother him because “i literally work out like everyday with peacemaker babe, im like….super strong”

and yes, when you both are back home he helps unpack all of your clothes and is already asking back the next shopping trip.

physically can’t stop thinking about loser!clark kent falling in love with someone ditzy, soft yet effortlessly pretty. you have clark wrapped tightly around your finger and with a simple blink of an eye you’d have metropolis’s hero on his knees ready to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted.

i’d like to think that the first time you kissed him he moaned against your lips. his brain turns to mush as if he had never been kissed before—it was sloppy, messy and totally left clark with a very visible tent in his pants.

loser!clark kent would put you before anyone else. if his friends back at the daily planet wanted to have a get-together after work clark would without a doubt cancel because he needed to be home so you two could watch that show you had been dying to see.

loser!clark kent who would happily and willingly wear shirts that said “i ❤️ my girlfriend” or one of those t-shirts with your pictures in a collage.

loser!clark kent would definitely do nightly skin care routines with you, he’ll even let you paint his nails if you wanted to—all because you wore that puppy dog look that he couldn’t ignore for too long.

“clark?”

“hmm?”

“why are your nails painted blue?”

“uh um my uh girlfriend said it brings out my eyes”

loser!clark kent who loves to hold you but loves to be held even more. he would never pass up a chance to have you wrapped in his arms—his hands touching every possible part of you but! if you even mention the possibility of being the bigger spoon clark would happily oblige.

he loves when you play with his hair while his head rests on your chest. he’ll listen to your heartbeat as if it was his favorite song and your freshly done nails scratches his back & head so well he physically shivers from the motion.

loser!clark kent who is obsessed with your attitude when you don’t get your way. instead of being bratty your more whiny—and clark can’t stop himself from kissing your pouted lips.

its rare that clark tells you no since its quite literally illegal in his book to do so. thats why when he tells you no he feels his heart breaking when you look sad but he always knows how to make it better.

“i know baby, but let me just finish this and i promise once im done you’ll have all of my attention” he’d say while pressing soft kisses to your lips.

loser!clark kent who definitely over exaggerated his wounds just to be babied. if he had just a small cut on his face he’ll act like it was a life or death situation just to ensure he had all your emotions centered around him. 

loser!clark kent who knows you are way out of his league but can’t help but do whatever it took to keep you. yet oddly enough and despite your differences, you and clark work so well people could only wish to have a love like yours.

ᯓ✦∘˙ PURPLE MARKINGS

clark simply cannot help himself when he has you in his hands—his hair would be all messy due to the endless amount of times you tug at it, his glasses tossed to the side all while his lips attacks yours and his hands are left bruising your waist.

marking is without a doubt a guilty pleasure for clark, he loves seeing you walk around with the marks that he did personally. hickey’s and bruises were all the same to him, it just satisfied that animalistic side to him that only you can bring out.

lowkey he loved when people ask you about the visible marks that can’t be covered up. “jeez, you got attacked last night?” or “must have had a fun night” always left him cheesing because it was almost a guarantee that you would mention him.

and don’t even try to cover them, it would end up just annoying him and forcing him to make more just to inconvenience you. he just wanted everyone to know that not only were you taken but you were also every well taken care of and that everyone should just back off.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who physically can not keep his hands off of you. it almost pains him if you even think about getting up to walk somewhere else. his hands are always on you, didn’t matter if he was holding onto your ankle, thigh, hands or fingers—he needed the physical contact to remind himself that everything is going to be alright as long as he has you.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who would do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted him to because he loved being around you. needed to run some errands? he’ll be there. your sink randomly stopped worked on a random monday afternoon? he was at your door before you could even explain the situation.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who never wanted to leave your apartment. he absolutely hated going home knowing that you wouldn’t be there waiting for him. at first the things he stole borrowed soothed the annoying separation feeling he had but soon enough the items that included but not limited to your blankets, pillowcases and even your underwear lost it scent leaving him with that empty feeling all over again.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who definitely cries when you two have an argument. sometimes you needed space to calm down and time to think before you say things you don’t mean which often left you going home and not answering clark’s calls. to him he feels like the end is near and he’d be damned if he lets you out of his grasp.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who’s at your door no matter the time just to see you and make sure you weren’t leaving him. he also wouldn’t go back home after you explain that you weren’t leaving him “you can be mad all you want baby but please don’t make me go back home”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who isn’t a fan of PDA but feels neglected if you refuse to kiss him in public. so what if he’s not a fan? he needs to feel your lips at least three times every five minutes.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who totally doesn’t leave you very obvious hickeys after an intense make out session. he’ll pretend to feel so bad when you complain about failed attempts to hide them at work but lowkey he knew the guy that you work with would see them and have to back off once he knows your taken.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who wears your bra strap on his wrist and brings you up every conversation that he has. “oh you like that movie? my girlfriend loves it, she picked it for yesterday movie night”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ clingy!bf clark kent who swears he’s your boyfriend first, superman second and clark kent last.

if you’d ask clark what he liked most about you he’d tell you that he simply loved everything from your head to your toes, inside and out. it was the safe answer, the easy answer but in reality it was much more complex than that. see if someone else were to ask clark what he liked most, he’d have much more to say. and yes, he has a list.

for starters, clark loves your kindness. he can tell that you weren’t just putting on a show or faking the kindness you had for people, you were genuine, understanding and reasonable. you always went out of your way to make everyone feel included, made sure everyone felt heard and when needed you made sure everyone knew your shoulder was there to cry on.

clark absolutely adored your competitive spirit. he loved knowing that you would speak your mind with any topic, challenging his views and or the views of others when it came down to it. it gave him another set of eyes in a way. when you weren’t debating with your superhero boyfriend you were challenging him to other things. like who could fall asleep faster or who could read the most before the month ended.

he would swear up and down that your humor is by far his favorite thing about you. he loved that he could joke about anything and you would be there laughing with tears in your eyes no matter how dumb the joke was. he also liked that no matter how awkward or uncomfortable a situation might be, he could always count on you to blurt out a joke or two to lighten the mood.

despite humor being his favorite, clark lowkey has a guilty pleasure for your confidence. it made him dizzy when you walked the streets of metropolis as if it was your own personal runway. your energy just demands attention even if you weren’t trying and even though you don’t believe him, you have everyones attention.

yet like every human being you would have those days where you don’t feel as pretty as the rest. maybe your body feels sluggish, perhaps your posture isn’t where you’d want it to be, or maybe you were insecure in your weight or annoyed with your hair—didn’t matter what it was, your very own hero would be there to save the day. you were perfect for him, and he will make sure you’ll never forget that.

oh and your intelligence? don’t get me started. clark kent is a loser for intelligent women and you are practically the definition of it. he loved loved loved listening to you talk on and on about something your very knowledgeable in, he especially loved when he rested his head on your chest and you spoke about your special interest in exact detail. he would just look up at you with those puppy dog eyes and fall in love all over again.

clark kent is just so in love with you.

“just let me hold a bag” you huffed, annoyed that dick has made it his mission to take almost everything in your hands—didn’t matter if it was your purse or your shopping bags, he refused to let you hold a thing.

he claimed it was because you were his “pretty little princess and princesses shouldn’t have to hold a thing” and while you admired him for his actions, you had the strongest urge to hold his hand. yours felt empty, uncomfortable, you had no idea what to do with them. you couldn’t hold a bag, couldn’t even hold onto your purse strap.

“i got it babe” he said with a smug smile.

you scoffed, stopping mid walk—crossing your arms over your chest and a visible pout on your face. it unfortunately took dick about a minutes to realize you weren’t walking next to him and when he did he rushed over with a confused look on his face.

“whats wrong? what did i do?” you waste no time motioning over to the bags.

“i want to hold your hand but your hands are full” dick laughed and moved the three bags to his other hand which held two more.

“should’ve said something pretty girl” he wiped his hand clean of sweat before grabbing ahold of your hand.

“you could have just given me at least one” he shook his head, pulling you along to continue your walk home.

“nonsense, the day you hold your own bags is the day im dead and even then i’d have someone lined up to help you” you rolled your eyes.

“okay lover boy, getting way ahead of yourself now. just get me home so i can hold more of you”

“yes ma’am”

“whatcha doing” clark said with a soft smile as you took a seat on his lap as if it was your designated spot. his question went ignored while you propped your phone up, making sure you had the correct filter on before you hit the record button.

“i want you to rate these hugs but with the thought in mind that someone else is hugging me this way” clark gave you a side eye as he saw the first photo hovering over his head.

“who’s this someone else?” you shrugged “just someone random” he hummed, his hands resting on your waist as he shuffled a bit closer to the phone for a better view.

“the patting hug? i guess that one’s not that bad, maybe put it nine?” you muttered an ‘okay’ and clicked the nine making the photo’s shuffle again to show the next hug.

“eye to eye? thats pretty intimate” you let out a soft laugh as you looked over at him, waiting for his answer. he cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he nodded his head towards the phone “uh, four”

the pickpocket hug came up next and clarks hands tightened on your waist, clearly becoming visibly annoyed just at the mere thought of someone touching your ass.

“two” he rushed out.

the slow dance hug: five

the resting head on each other hug: three

the cuddle: one

“one” he snapped once the catcher hug hovered over his head.

“you already—”

“its a one, why on earth would you ever end up with some else that way—you know what turn it off ratings over” he said, his face turning a slight shade of red.

“oh come on clark we have like four more empty spots” you whined.

“just assume they’re are all one’s and for my sanity lets just call it a day with that” he sat back in his seat, his leg bouncing up and down as the images of you and some random kept flashing in his head.

“these are just for fun, the trend is just hypothetically speaking, you do know i would never allow someone to hold me like that right?” he nodded, his hand slipping underneath your shirt to play with the band of your bra.

“i know, but hypothetically speaking im just going to ‘hug’ you in seven different ways until you could only remember my hug for the rest of your life” he muttered—no longer caring about the camera that was still recording.

“promise?” you whispered, your eyes darting to his lips.

“turn off the camera and find out”

clark was always late coming back home, didn’t matter if it was because of work or patrolling—clark wouldn’t be home on time no matter how hard he tries. thankfully you understood and normally you would stay up and wait for him but sometimes you couldn’t wait any longer and your sleep was troubling because of the missing body that is supposed to be next to you.

one day clark had found a stand outside of the daily planet selling a teddy bear with his iconic suit on. he laughed, saw it as something silly and a cash grab and as a joke he figured he’d grab one for you.

“for the nights im home late” he said, a cheesy smile on his face yet you didn’t hesitate to express your happiness and gratitude for your mini superman.

days later clark found himself slugging his way into the tiny metropolis apartment—tonights patrol had kicked his ass and he was beyond tired. he just wanted to change, shower and hold you close so he could forget about the world for the night.

he slowly walked into your shared bedroom, a soft smile on his face as he made his way to your side of the bed. there you slept as soft snores escaped your slightly parted lips, your hair loose from the rubber band that wasn’t properly tied and your arms were wrapped tightly around the bear with the superman costume.

clark left you alone for a moment—making sure he was quick with his nighttime routine before he joined you in bed. he tried not to wake you up as he pried the teddy bear out from in between your arms but he was obviously not successful.

“don’t” you muttered, arms clinging tighter to the bear. clark chuckled behind you, his free hand rubbing soothing motions on your waist where your shirt had risen up a bit.

“i’m here baby, put the bear away” you hummed in protest as he continued trying to remove the bear. you groaned in annoyance, pulling the covers over yourself and the plushie.

“he stays” you breathed out, eyes still closed to hopefully keep you asleep. “you have the real superman in your bed, i think you can let the fake one go” your brows furrowed, turning your head to look at your lovely boyfriend.

“fake superman put me to sleep while real superman was supposed to be home two hours ago” clark sighed in defeat, dropping down behind you. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close against his body making yours fit against his perfectly.

“if that bear gets between us in the middle of the night he’s sleeping on the floor” he whispered making you smile, melting into his embrace, choosing to keep quiet as you seemingly won this battle. too bad clark was already thinking about ways for the bear to somehow go missing.