clark kent picks you up from a night out with your friends - drabble #4
💗 - honestly just spitballing here - thought this would be fun to write!!drinking, italics mean it's a flashback, mentions of puke, reader is hilarious AND dramatic, clark being a lovesick puppy, hangover, homemade breakfast, fluff af
word count: 736
Your head was beating with the force of a thousand suns, and you only had yourself to blame.
You really should have stopped after four Vodka Cranberries.
Your face was smashed into the pillow, drool falling entirely inelegantly out of your mouth. Your hair was in a league of its own, defying gravity in a way you hadn't thought was possible.
Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. His absence from his side of the bed was noticeable; you normally woke with his arms gently wrapped around you.
And there went your head again. You groaned, clutching your face in agony. Your voice was so croaky that you could easily pass for a frog. The sun rudely shone through your curtains, blasting you in the face with an abundance of light, practically taunting your hungover nature.
You rolled over, your abdomen clenching at the action. A glass of water sat on the nightstand like a beacon of hope, arm flailing out as you pulled it toward your mouth, gulping it down hurriedly.
"Sweetheart?"
Your heart skipped as his fingers bore into your thighs. "Clark, put me down." He'd thrown you over his shoulder after you'd refused to leave, marching toward the exit of the bar with a determination he rarely showed even to you.
"We're going home."
"C'mon!" You whined, waving goodbye to your friends who shook their heads knowingly. From time to time, you overindulged, and Clark was always there to pick up the pieces. "I'm hardly drunk, you can't even tell."
"Sweetheart, I found you puking obscenely in the bathroom."
"How'd you even know I was in the bathroom?"
"Lois called me, baby."
"I like it when you call me baby." Your torso swung side to side, cheeks running hot as he effortlessly held you, like you were nothing. "And you're so strong-"
"Alright." He laughed awkwardly, patting your thigh affectionately. "Don't want you to say anything you'll regret in the morning."
"I'm not going to regret anything I say because I love you." Your voice was singsongy in the kind of way a voice became when you teased someone.
"Oh, sweetheart." He pushed the front door open. "I love you too."
Your head hung low as you approached the kitchen counter, waving lazily. "Clark."
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning, liar."
"How are you feeling?" You groaned in response, pressing your forehead against the counter. He chuckled, turning back to the stove, flipping the bacon before it burned. "Not well, I gather."
Your senses were instantly drowned in the scent of freshly brewed coffee. You sat up, pulling your sweatshirt closer to you. "What happened last night?"
"Lois said you had six Vodka Cranberries and two shots with Jimmy."
You smiled gratefully as he handed you a mug of the previously mentioned coffee. "I think it was three shots, actually."
"Look at that, your memory is already coming back." You stuck your tongue out, pulling the mug to your chest as you made your way to the couch.
"Hold still, baby."
"But you're tickling me." He gently massaged your skin with the makeup wipe, smiling to himself at your antics.
"Only a little longer, sweetheart. Just hold still."
"I can't hold still when you're sitting right in front of me. You're so handsome and sweet and strong."
He nodded. "You mentioned that."
"Did I?" Your eyes fluttered to his lips. "I don't-"
"Don't even think about it, baby." He pulled the wipe away from your face, tossing it effortlessly into the trash. "You're drunk."
"But Clark-"
"No arguments. You can kiss me all you want in the morning." His lips gently pressed against your forehead. "I promise."
God, these random flashes of last night had to stop. You took a large sip of your coffee, wincing as the liquid burned your tongue. Too soon to drink, you set the mug down so you wouldn't repeat the mistake.
"Sweetheart?"
You hummed, admiring the way he danced around the kitchen. He was kind, through and through. It was in his nature to care for the people he loved, to give his all through his actions and his words. He loved you so deeply it felt like it had always been there.
"Are you listening?"
You shook your head, smiling guiltily. "I got distracted."
"Yeah?" He smirked. "Distracted, huh?"
"Mhm." He was practically drool-worthy the way that white t-shirt clung to his muscles. "Could you repeat yourself?"
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Synopsis: your six year boyfriend Clark brings you to the park and you think he’s going to break up with you but it’s actually so much better
Tags: Fluff, gender ambiguous reader x Clark, fall vibes, dark academia vibes, you and Clark live together, you and Clark have a cat
A/N: y’all I went to London Comic Con this weekend and got so much Superman merch ydek! I now have a really cute keychain that switches from superman to Clark
It’s been six years. Six long years with your beloved partner by your side. You and Clark had changed a lot since that fateful night at the Break Room: your position as assistant photographer was promoted to Head of Photography at the Daily Planet shortly after your first meeting, you’d both moved in together and now even have a pet cat and you’d both been talking about married life more than you would have about a year ago. The truth was you were ready for him to go down on one knee and pop the question months ago and had been trying to drop it in conversation for months now which Clark had not at all been picking up.
Suddenly, he decided it was a good idea to go on a small stroll across the park near your house because he “Wanted to take in the fall air”. For some reason, it sounded like a good excuse for a break up walk. You both grabbed your coats, kissed the cat and locked the front door in a matter of minutes and soon enough you were entering the large, black gates that entered the park. Fall in Metropolis was always the best time to live there as it always had the nicest, crunchest auburn leaves that hung limply on the trees that littered the trees and the small chill in the breeze that lightly hung just under your hair but only just strong enough to slowly brush it behind your shoulder. Despite living there all your life, fall always felt like the first no matter the year.
“Alright Clark, tell me what you actually made me come out here to listen to you say?” You slightly hung onto his arm as you spoke.
He didn’t say anything, only smiled and continued to walk on. Your stomach dropped. He certainly doesn’t look like he’s going to break up with me you thought but there’s still a chance he will.
You look away from him as you act noticing until he finally brings you towards a small patch of grass which had since been covered by leaves since the start of the season.
“Clark, What are you doing?” You ask him, stifling a giggle through your words.
“What I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” He finally says as he turns to face you and begins to fidget in his pocket.
He pulls out a velvet box and carefully nestles it in the palm of his hand as he bends down until he is on one knee.
“My love,” he begins. “ I have loved you from the first moment I saw your face. Six years on and you still continue to make me happier that I have been with anyone and I hope you can make me even happier by answering this question: Will you marry me?”
Your hands quickly clutch your cheeks, your fingers creating dents in your face. No way this was the real reason he’s brought you here, on a day like today, to ask you this. The question that had been ringing through your mind like a really stubborn old lamp had finally been uttered by the man you love. You knew there was only one answer you could give:
“Yes!” You exclaim as you leap into his arms.
A/N: I know marriage proposals are kinda corny but I thought it’d be a cute one for the penultimate oneshot (you you’re getting two oneshots this week and three if you count this one lol). I also do want to start making some anime oneshots and some oneshots from new media I’ve been consuming recently.
(Also real ones saw the reference I made to an older oneshot from a month ago in this is that the jellyverse confirmed??)
