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you turn, peeking over your shoulder. in his hand, he held a tiny plastic calico critter, your little cat with her faded pink floral dres

“oh! i’ve been looking for her! thanks clark!” you grinn, way too brightly, clearly dodging the question.

he gave you a look. then sighed, the sound soft, and gently placed the critter besides you.

“how does it—uh, she even end up there?” he mumbles, already sliding his tie around his neck and turning back toward the closet.

you picked her up and walked over to the little wooden shelf by your nightstand. It was your tiny village, critters mid tea party, some shopping for groceries, others eating breakfast

you shrugged as you placed her back among her friends. “maybe it’s like toy story.

clark paused blinking twice. “…huh?”

“you haven’t seen toy story?” you gasped.

“i mean, i know of it. talking toys, right?”

“when we’re not looking” you clarify walking back to your vanity to apply some lip balm. “they’re just…alive when it’s dark. or when no one’s around. it makes sense, if you think about it. the little cat probably wanted to see what it was like to wear a tie.”

clark chuckled, turning to face the mirror grabbing his suit jacket and putting it on. “you think she wants to be a journalist?”

“she wants to live a double life, like someone i know very well”

that earned a full laugh from him.

“come here” he says gently, standing in front of the mirror.

you crossed the room and stood in front of him to fix his tie, smoothing it out even though it was already perfect. you always did, every morning.

you place a kiss his cheek.

“how about after my shift at the hospital we make pancakes, and watch toy story, let’s hope you don’t get busy saving the world” you smile grabbing your tote bag from the chair, you slip your hand until a pocket grabbing another calico critter, this time a rabbit.

“your leaving already? we haven’t even ate breakfast” he mumbles out, grabbing your wrists gently.

“don’t worry about me, i’ll grab something on the way”

he sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I worry about you every day.”

you leaned in and kissed his lips. then, without a word, you slipped the rabbit into his suit pocket, making sure the head peaks out.

“i love you,” you said, halfway out the door

“i love you more, honey be safe.”

you flash him one last smile, waved, and disappeared into the hallway.

your perfume lingering in the air

clark stood there for a moment longer, unannounced to him there was a little rabbit now tucked into his front pocket of his suit.

later that morning, clark was typing up notes from a city council, when jimmy walked by with a coffee in one hand and a donut in the other.

he stopped by clark’s desk, squinting his eyes.

“dude,” jimmy said. “why do you have a tiny bunny peeking out of your pocket?”

clark blinked. “what?”

jimmy leaned in, already cracking up. “no way! do you still play with toys?”

clark looked down, and sure enough, there she was. the little rabbit sat neatly in his front suit pocket.

clark simply pulled the cat out with a quiet, sigh, knowing it was you that had put it in there.

jimmy snorted. “that just made my whole week.” he muttered through a mouthful of donut as he walked off.

clark watched him go, then turned the rabbit slowly in his hand. then he looked at the photo frame on his desk, the one of you and him from smallville, visiting his parents.

with careful hands, he placed the toy rabbit right beside it.

right where she belonged.

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plus, he had a car.

you were at your favorite store in the mall, racks of bikinis in every color you could imagine, and stiles was trailing behind you like a lost puppy, your purse hanging awkwardly from his shoulder.

“can we get auntie anne’s after this babe?” stiles asked, adjusting your bag on his shoulder.

“ya, i’ve been craving a pretzel,” you said, glancing back to smile at him.

“why does everything have to be so tiny?” he mumbled, holding up a neon orange bottom.

“that’s fashion” you laughed, taking it from him and hanging it back up. “we’re not getting that one, calm down.”

“i’m just saying, it’s like, super small,” he continued, waving his hands. “uh you’re like supposed to wear in public right?”

“you act like you don’t like them on me” you teased, shooting him a wink before grabbing a handful of bikinis and heading toward the fitting rooms.

“uhhh—” he stuttered, his ears already turning a shade of light pink. “it feels like i’m gonna get, like, arrested… just for being here.”

you peeked back at him, smirking. “then go look around in the store, while i’m here….alone.”

you disappeared behind the curtain, leaving stiles to awkwardly hover near the entrance, rocking back and forth on his feet, trying not to make eye contact with the sales associate who kept giving him suspicious glances.

“babe!” you called after a moment, peeking your head out. “can you come in here and give me your opinion?”

he stiffened like a statue. “uh, nope.no. that’s okay. just, uh, show me at your place later.”

“stiles,” you whined, motioning him to come over, “come on. It’s not like we’re gonna fuck in here or something.”

“please don’t say that word right now,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to the sales associate, who definitely heard you. you didn’t care. you raised your eyebrows, daring him.

he makes his way towards you, taking small baby steps before you pull him into the small fitting room with you.

he stood with his back pressed against the wall, fidgeting with the strap of your purse, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“so,” you said, turning to check yourself in the mirror as you adjusted the floral bikini top, “i was thinking of wearing this one with shorts over it, you know, casual but still cute.”

his eyes darted down to your body for a split second, and then they shot back up so quickly. “uh-huh. yep. cute. great.”

“stiles, you’re supposed to actually look at me,” you said, hands on your hips, giving him a look.

“i am trying to be respectful, like you know a gentleman” he hissed, his face completely red now. “you’re literally half naked right now.”

“wow ok… just say you’re not attractive to me” you joke

he let out a strangled noise, before rolling his eyes at you. “you’re evil.”

“c’mon, you can look. i promise i won’t tell scott you got a boner in the dressing room.”

“BABE,” he groaned.

you burst out laughing, turning around to adjust the straps again, giving him a full view of your bare back, the bikini barely covering anything. you glanced over your shoulder, “well? does it make my ass look good or what?”

“Oh my God,” he whispered, covering his mouth with his hand as his eyes dropped despite his best efforts. “yes. yeah. yup, it looks— i can’t do this.”

“stiles,” you said, trying not to laugh, “it’s literally just a swimsuit.”

“yeah, on you, it’s like— it’s not just a swimsuit,” he stammered, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

“oh, so you think i look hot,” you teased, stepping closer to him.

he gulped, his brown eyes wide and soft, darting down your body before shooting back up to your face. “mhm,” he mumbled, voice hoarse, “you look really, really pretty.”

your heart fluttered, but you kept your smirk. “you’re so easy,” you teased, reaching up to adjust the straps again. ”want to help me with this knot?”

“uh— i—” he glanced at your shoulders, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it. “i can’t. i will die. actually die.”

you laughed again, turning around and pulling his hand to the knot. “you’re fine. just untie it so i can try the next one.”

his fingers fumbled, brushing against your warm skin, and you felt him freeze for a second before he finally got the knot undone.

“you’re so red right now,” you said, turning to face him again while holding the bikini top against your chest, your grin wide. “like, cherry red.”

“Oh God,” stiles muttered, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “kill me now.”

“okay,” you said, grabbing the edge of the curtain, “i’m gonna try the polka dot one. step out for a sec kay?”

“oh thank God,” he whispered, stumbling out like he’d just escaped the trenches, “don’t take forever.”

you giggled as you changed, adjusting the polka dot bikini until it hugged you perfectly. you checked yourself in the mirror, you notice how your tits and ass are sitting perfectly in the set. it was a hundred times better than the floral one, you were excited to see stiles’ face.

“okay, you can come in now,” you called.

the curtain rustled, and stiles peeked in, his eyes widening instantly as they swept over you. he opened his mouth, closed it, then rubbed the back of his neck, looking away before forcing himself to look again.

“well?” you asked, turning so he could see the back, “floral or polka dot?”

he cleared his throat, swallowing hard, his eyes trying his hardest to not stare at your tits. “i, um— the polka dot. definitely. It’s, like, really… wow.”

“wow?” you repeated, stepping closer, smirking. “you’re great at articulating”

“hey, wait you try forming words when your girlfriend looks like that,” he shot back, his face bright red.

“okay, so I’m taking that as a yes,” you said, reaching up to press a soft kiss to his jaw letting your lips linger for a second before pulling away.

he was quiet for a moment, blinking at you, before he mumbled, “you’re, like… super duper hot.”

you grinned, pulling the curtain shut again to change back into your clothes. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

“i’m not flustered,” he mumbled outside.

“you’re so flustered.”

“shut up,” he muttered, but you heard the smile in his voice.

when you stepped out, holding the polka dot bikini over your arm, stiles still had your purse in his hand now swinging it, his eyes soft as they met yours.

“so… auntie anne’s?” you asked, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked out of the store.

“ya,” he said, smiling, “but you’re buying, since you’re the one who’s trying to give me a heart attack today.”

you laughed, lacing your hand through his. “deal.”