#nanawrites

oh nothing just nerd!clark that stumbles over his feet and pushes up his glasses every 2 seconds. he’s quite a force, really. practically fighting to stay quiet in his seat without raising his hand to answer an oh so easy question, but the professor would shoo him off, tell him to give someone else a chance.

and you, a bit slow in class, unable to catch up as fast as your peers. you have to spend extra time on a certain topic, and once you’ve finally understood, your class has moved on far ahead. your friends tell you about clark, say he’s SUPER smart and is a great tutor.

with a relenting sigh, you decide to contact him. whats the worst that could happen? just a tutoring session.

well, when he invites you to his dorm for tutoring on biology…

you find yourself on his lap, fighting against his hand trapping your arms behind your back as his other palm caresses your face. your mouths are hot and pushing against eachother, tongues swirling together so fast they might just get tangled. he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

“once you get this chapter done, you can have a bit more, is that alright, sweetheart?”

tw suicide !

My first request!!! :D 

And don’t worry too much about having too much detail. Tbh a lot of detail is good, so I least know what I’m working with. 

This is the first request I’ve gotten on this blog, so I hope you enjoy it! :)

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(B/A/L/N) = bitch-ass liar’s name lol

When you first met those wolves disguised in sheep’s clothing, you thought they had your back. You thought that they’d always be there to support you - even on the days when all you could really do was survive. You thought you had a strong support system when all hope was lost. Oh, how wrong you were.

It all started when one of them kept begging you and everyone else in the group chat for help when she got evicted from her home. Seems harmless enough, right? Well, you realized after about a week or so that she started turning down some of the help she received: job offers, letting her stay with other friends for a night or two, one of them even allowed her to live with him rent free until she could find a job! You, however, were friends with her former roommate and found it a little suspicious when she started turning down even the kindest of gestures from the rest of the group. You decided to ask her roommate why she got evicted.

She said that she was evicted for not paying her portion of the rent on time, despite somehow having enough money to regularly buy from luxury brands multiple times a week. Turns out, this ex-friend was also a pathological liar who constantly made up ridiculous stories when she had to explain why she couldn’t pay her part of the rent like a good roommate. Having had a terrible roommate yourself, you were furious that she’d pull stunts like that. You decided to call her out - in the group chat.

You very quickly realized who your true friends were after a flurry of hate comments and insults were hurled at you. Some stood up for you, though you told them not to do so in fear that they’ll get hate next. The fake ones, however, just called you all sorts of nasty things and started talking about you behind your back. Once the friend who offered the liar his own place until she could find a job told you about that, you had enough. You blocked almost everyone in that group chat that day - only 3 or 4 people were left by the time you got done blocking everyone. One of those people even noted that no one ever helped you or the remaining friends when they were at their lowest points, yet everyone rushed to the ex-friends’ aid whenver they needed it. You should’ve recognized that level of toxictiy from the beginning, but hey, better late than never.

You never brought any of this up to your boyfriend - with all that idol work and royal duties he has, you figured he had enough on his plate. He didn’t need anymore drama than he already gets on a daily basis. One day, he noticed that you were still at home when you told him you were meeting some now ex-friends for lunch. “(Y/N)? Weren’t you supposed to meet (B/A/L/N) for lunch today?” Camus asked as he poured a little too much sugar in his tea. “Yeah,” you replied plainly. “But we don’t talk anymore. Turns out she’s nothing but a snake, like most of the other people I thought were my friends.” 

You didn’t think much of what you said, nor did you pay much attention to how the Count of Silk Palace reacted to it. Although you didn’t notice, he grew concerned with what you said and how nonchalantly you said it. He thought you were hiding your true feelings from him, so he was determined to get you to open up about how you really were feeling.

As the days kept passing by, you were feeling much better than you did before letting go of those toxic friends. You felt a lot more free to talk to your remaining friends about whatever you wanted without worrying so much about accidentally offending anyone else in the chat. However, you also noticed that Camus seemed to want to be around you more often. Not that you didn’t want him to - you’re his S/O, after all - but it was quite out of character for the usually-cold as Permafrost sweets fanatic. It started off simple enough, he invited you to his home country to ‘help take your mind off of things,’ as he put it. You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you shrugged it off and went along with it. However, you became suspicious when he’d ask you many times a day if you were okay - even if it was one of the best days of your life. You grew even more suspicious when he started showing up to your job to have lunch with you, which usually never happened due to your schedule conflicting with his.

It wasn’t until you noticed that he cancelled one of his scheduled meet-and-greets with fans that you realized he wasn’t telling you something important. You decided enough was enough, and finally got your chance to figure out what was going on after one of the practice sessions his group mate Reiji invited you to watch. “You’d tell me if there was something wrong, right Camus?” you asked once the rest of QUARTET NIGHT left the studio for the day. “Yes, of course, my love,” he replied, surprised that you would ask such a question. “Why do you ask?” “Well, you haven’t really been yourself lately,” you began, struggling to find a way to explain his odd behavior. “You’ve been hanging out with me more often than usual, somehow manage to get out of work to eat lunch with me everyday for the past few weeks, and even cancelled a meet-and-greet with your fans! That just doesn’t seem like something you would do.” 

He didn’t respond at first, but something about the concern in his eyes made it click for you. “Is this about me cutting off (B/A/L/N) and the rest of those toxic friends?” you inquired. He reluctantly nodded his head and answered, “I was worried that you were feeling more lonely, so I wanted to spend more time with you so you didn’t have to feel that way, my love.” You tried to keep your composure after he said that, but you started laughing a few seconds later, confusing the poor Count of Silk Palace. 

thinking about clark and you, at a wedding.

not YOUR wedding, of course, but jimmy and eve’s! (surprisingly…) with how dry and supposedly uncaring jimmy is for eve, he does end up proposing. and of course eve, ever the sweet girl who loves jimmy to no extent, accepted!

you have been noticing that jimmy has been warming up to eve, being more affectionate and loving anyway, so you guess its not THAT much of a problem.

anyways, it brings you to today. you’re eve’s maid of honour, the one who brought the wedding ceremony from her pinterest board to real life. you organised almost everything while eve just sat her pretty little butt down, choosing wedding dresses and what wine would suit the menu you had to redo 7 times because eve wanted vegetarian, then only meat, then gluten free.

it’s honestly fine, you know it’s her special day, she deserves to have her moment and just go on with what she says and wants.

the wedding venue is perfect. her favourite flowers line the aisle, the altar that sits right on the edge of the cliff has a silky white cloth draping and flowers make the setting look ethereal.

you’re on your 4th glass of wine, really just needing a break from 2 months of non stop planning and work.

“Isn’t that enough for you?” a smooth, deep voice asks from behind. your head whips around, making the world spin for a moment.

jimmy’s best man, clark kent. well over 6 foot, gorgeous soft blue eyes and glasses that probably shield the shine from his eyes whenever he smiles. which is always.

domesticated!clark that just adores you.

anything you say, anything you do, he sits, stares and has a goofy little grin while he watches you work.

or, not.

he doesn’t let you lift a finger. will always fret over you, making sure your pretty hands stay clean and manicured weekly! why would he ever make you wash the dishes or cook? just tell him what you’re craving, don’t worry baby, he’ll make it!

he’d even tuck you into bed and do his best to help you with your skincare, even made sure to wash his sticky hands before touching your face.

he loves you! don’t mind him sneaking a piccie when you’re taking a nap on the couch after a long day. sometimes he does waltz inti the bathroom while you shower, but he didn’t hear the water running!

Green Gummies

cw: fluff, green gummies as in HARIBO GUMMIES, not proofread

wc: 395

a/n: lowkey self insert i love green haribo gummies

It wasn’t a surprise many women at the Planet had some sort of admiration, or romantic feelings towards Clark Kent.

He’s built, 6 '4, messy black curls and the softest blue eyes you’d ever seen. Not to mention how he was perfect.

A bit clumsy and nerdy, but it only adds to the charm.

So of course they’d ask you, his girlfriend of 8 months, how he was like to date.

Not that they’d get a chance, Clark is too in love to ever let you go, but they’re curious. He probably has flaws, right? He can’t be that perfect.

Yet, there’s not much about his flaws. Other than that he’s always busy due to being Superman, but you don’t tell them that.

A small thing you’ve noticed he does is that he likes to save you your favourite things.

The little plushie you’ve been eyeing? He has it written in his notes to buy it as soon as his next check cashes in.

A restaurant he noticed you lingered a little too long look at? Already booked for Friday night.

And especially when it comes to food.

Clark has a sweet tooth, so you’ll always find your pantry stocked with all sorts of candies and gummies. His favourite are Haribo gummies specifically.

And of course he loves to share with you!

During movies, when you two are hanging out and sitting in the silence of your room, doing absolutely anything, he’ll pull out a pack of gummies and feed you your favourite flavour.

The green gummies. You insist that he calls them by their rightful flavour name, strawberry, but he refuses. Afterall, why are the strawberry flavoured gummies green? Just call them green gummies.

You’ve gotten into arguments with him about this. He doesn’t like the fact strawberries are green.

Besides that, whenever it’s movie night, he’ll make sure to dump a whole bag of gummies into a big bowl, separating the green ones into a smaller one, just for you.

Of course, he’ll let you take ones from his bigger bowl once yours are finished. How could he deny that sweet face of yours, pretty eyes blinking so softly up at him for more?

“are you dating clark now?” one of the girls ask, a teasing smile on her face. it takes you by surprise, the question a bit sudden and out of the blue. “well, no. we just work together, but i kind of like him.” you admit.

everyone giggles, cooing at how flustered you are, but there’s this one girl who just stares at you, an almost triumphant smile curving on the corners of her lips. “oh, yeah? i still text clark, he seems like he’s interested in me.” she scoffs lightly, almost trying to challenge you.

feeling a bit cornered, confused as to why she wants to one up you, you nod along. “that’s… nice.” you can only mumble, thinking about her and clark. they did have a bit of history for a while, but it ended on good terms.

maybe clark likes her again? maybe he was never really interested in you?

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after a small get together with clark, lois, jimmy and you at clark’s house, the apartment is warm and still trying to settle down from the drinks and laughter of friends coming together.

it feels much safer and less competitive than when you were with your highschool friends.

lois and jimmy are in the living room, arguing on what to watch while you and clark are in the kitchen, picking out bowls for popcorn and more drinks to loosen up throughout the night. it doesn’t really matter if there’s work tomorrow, right?

feeling a rush zap through your body, and a push from the few drinks you had, you suddenly turn to face clark. “y’know, i was with sarah and a few other friends this morning… catching up.”

he turns his body towards you. “yea? what did you guys do?” you shrug, humming softly. “nothing much. just talking.”

he nods, and is halfway turning back to the task at hand before you speak up again. “then… you came up as a topic of conversation.” his ears almost perk up, and he faces you once more.

“yea?”

“yea. and sarah said you guys were… still talking. and she said you still seemed interested in her.”

“what?”

he almost sounds appalled, shocked that anyone would even make that assumption. “i don’t even talk to her, why would she lie?” he mumbles, shaking his head. you make a small noise, agreeing.

“so you don’t like her?”

he shakes his head. “we ended that highschool fling. i don’t have anything against her, but i don’t hold any feelings for her either.” he admits softly. you almost squeal giddily in excitement. maybe you still had a chance?

“plus, there’s someone else i like.” oh.

“yeah? who do you like?” you look up at him, a little frown on your lips. he looks back, smiling in contrast to your sad face.

“she’s next to me.” you had to take a few seconds, gears turning in your head. “oh… oh!” you yelp, eyes wide as you turn your body towards his. he laughs, a blush on his cheeks. you didn’t expect that he’d ever confess to you, especially not so suddenly like this.