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#moon knight

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Nominee for the 95th Academy Awards: Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

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Poll because I'm curious:

I ask for the "roots" because of this idea that in some "cultures" families are very big, and in other "cultures" they tend to be small, and I want to know to what degree this applies to cousins 😄

#I have 52 first cousins #9 on my dad's side #and 43 on my mother's side #I'm pretty sure that's all of them #I have a big family

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Everything Everywhere All at Once.

A fucking masterpiece of a movie.

It has been on my list for so long. I'm so glad I found the time to watch, and oh my god!

I went through so much feelings. A wild ride of an emotional rollercoaster.

Michelle Yeoh is a phenomenal actress. In my opinion, she deserves an Oscar.

Also, Waymond! He's such a... Ugh! No words. We all deserve a Waymond. WHERE'S MY WAYMOND?

I hadn't seen any trailers for it before, so I was pleasantly surprised to see Jamie Lee Curtis there.

To conclude, great movie. Great acting. 100% recommended.

#everything everywhere all at once #michelle yeoh #evelyn quan wang #waymond wang

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I just found out that Stu and Shaggy are the same actor and I feel Stupid.

#matthew lillard #stu macher #shaggy rogers #i am an idiot

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ugh! So fucking true.

Shout-out to multilingual writers who are writing in their second (or third and so on) language.

The frustration of speaking it fluently, but still having to google basic words when you're writing.

The absolute joy of finding a word that sounds just perfect and conveys exactly what you mean.

Doubting all your grammar and being afraid to post it or even send it to a beta reader.

The euphoria of someone calling your use of this language, that is not your mother tongue, beautiful.

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Wonder Boy || Steven Grant x Male Reader

Characters: Steven Grant X Male!Reader | Marc Spector X Male!Reader

Fandom: Marvel, Moon Knight

Warnings: None

Summary: Steven was massively crusing on you, and so was Marc even though he denies it.

Steven Grant was massively crushing on someone.

That someone happened to be you, one of the museum's best tour guides. It was mainly because of your warm personality and the way you made everyone feel welcomed. Your bright, shiny aura drew people in. The ability to make even those uninterested in history curious and ask questions. You described things with such confidence, one would think you were actually there.

Or maybe it was because of your captivating eyes, which he always got lost in. Or your deep, sometimes husky voice that sent shivers down his spine. Or that attractive smile that never failed to leave him speechless.

Marc makes fun of his pinning, of course. He found it hilarious that Steven turned into a blubbering mess in front of you.

Steven didn't know what he was talking about. Marc could deny it until he's out of breath, but Steven could feel him close to the surface whenever he spoke with you. How he sometimes melts at the sound of your laugh.

Steven gave out a small smile, internally gleeful. Not even Marc was immune to your charm.

"He looks lovely today," Steven murmured, staring at you long enough for it to be creepy. He saw Marc rolling his eyes in the mirror, though he felt his agreement.

Marc noticed that you had finished your tour and seemed to be approaching them. Steven was still out of it, so he took control of his hand and slapped him. 

Steven's eyes widened as your eyebrows shot up. Now he didn't normally curse, but he wanted to curse Marc to kingdom come for this.

"Hey, Steven," you said with a smile, deciding to just ignore whatever that was.

Steven attempted to answer back, but his throat suddenly felt dry, and he couldn't get a word out. He couldn't even begin to explain what that was before. 

Marc shook his head at his other half's poor attempt at conversation. Steven's cheeks turned red as you shot him a concerned look. 

That wasn't going away any time soon.

"So how was your day?" You asked curiously. "Anything interesting happen?"

You always seemed interested and asked about his day. Steven wished he could tell you some wild story—or even a funny one—so he could hear you laugh. Alas, he worked at a gift shop, and nothing worth saying ever happens here.

He heard you calling his name and realised that he had zoned out for some time and still hasn't answered your question.

"O-Oh, my day was—it was fine," he stammered, not knowing what to say. "And not really. Being a tour guide would be more exciting, though." He said it wistfully.

You were sympathetic toward his plight. You had definitely tried to help him in that regard. You knew Steven knew Egyptian history, and his enthusiasm for the subject would've made him a great tour guide.

You continued chatting for a while, rambling about myths and stories that completely went over Marc's head. 

When closing time came, you and Steven walked out together in silence; both of you were too tired to speak.

You waved at Steven as you separated. You yawned and put your hands in your pockets. You swallowed, feeling parched from all the talking, not noticing you were being followed by two sketchy-looking men.

You were suddenly tugged into an alley and harshly pushed against the wall, causing you to yell loudly.

Steven, who wasn't so far ahead, jolted as he recognised your voice. Marc instantly took control of the body and ran to you.

What he didn't expect when he turned around the corner was to find you punching a man hard in the face.

He watched, gaping, as you kneed the other one in the stomach, who doubled over in pain, before turning your attention to his partner and kicking him out. You bashed the remaining one's head, rendering him unconscious.

You turned around to see Marc looking at him in disbelief, and you smirked.

Marc broke out of his daze when he saw that he had your attention. He panicked a little, not yet ready to face you, and he quickly surrendered the body to Steven.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Steven gushed, making you smile a bit.

"Ten years of practising karate had their uses," you boasted with a bit of a smirk.

"I guess they did," he said, in awe of you, before suggesting that he accompany you to your house.

You frowned. "Are you sure? It's a little far from your house." 

"No, really, it's okay. I want to make sure you're safe," Steven said sincerely. Your eyes softened, and you smiled at him softly.

"All right," you shrugged, wrapping your arm around his shoulders.

Steven flushed brightly when he made eye contact with you. "Let's go then, wonder boy," he joked, making you laugh loudly.

With that, they went together, and Steven smiled at his—no, he thought as he glanced at his reflection—their wonder boy.

#moonknight #moon knight #steven grant x male!reader #steven grant x male reader #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x male reader #marc spector x male!reader #x male reader #x reader #reader #marvel

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My favourite part in the entire fucking movie.

*watching it right now*

#iron man #tony stark #marvel cinematic universe #iron man 3 #i laughed so hard

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Moon Knight #14 - “Soldier, Rich Man, Scoundrel” (2022)

written by Jed MacKay art by Alessandro Cappuccio & Rachelle Rosenberg

#intense #i should definitely check this out

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Rewatching Moon Knight is fun because it starts like Steven is the normal one and Marc is like his badass American sleeper agent alter ego who is cool and suave and smart and then it’s like PSYCHE haha Marc is actually so mentally ill and kinda lame and sad and super divorced while Steven’s the silly goofy kooky one and basically gave himself a Master’s Degree in Egyptology and speaks French bc he was bored and he’s so Truly Deeply Madly in love and kind of a passive aggressive bitch AND THEN it’s like DOUBLE PSYCHE these guys can fit so many fucked up problems in them that there’s now a third guy and HE is actually the super cool alter with a fucking limousine and driving gloves and also he speaks Spanish. Gottem.

#so true #moon knight

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Marvel Studios have announced at SDCC 2022 that Phase Four, Phase Five & Phase Six of the Marvel Cinematic Universe will collectively be known as "The Multiverse Saga.“

PHASE FOUR

"Black Widow” (2021)

“WandaVision” (2021)

“The Falcon and the Winter Soldier” (2021)

“Loki” season 1 (2021)

“What If…?” season 1 (2021)

“Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings” (2021)

“Eternals” (2021)

“Hawkeye” (2021)

“Spider-Man: No Way Home” (2021)

“Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness” (2022)

“Moon Knight” (2022)

“Ms. Marvel” (2022)

“Thor: Love and Thunder” (2022)

“She-Hulk: Attorney at Law” (2022)

“Untitled Halloween Special” (2022)

“Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” (2022)

PHASE FIVE

“The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special” (2022)

“What If…?” season 2 (2023)

“Secret Invasion” (2023)

“Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania” (2023)

“Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3” (2023)

“Loki” season 2 (2023)

“Echo” (2023)

“Ironheart” (2023)

“The Marvels” (2023)

“Blade” (2023)

“Agatha: Coven of Chaos” (2023)

“Daredevil: Born Again” (2024)

“Captain America: New World Order” (2024)

“Thunderbolts” (2024)

PHASE SIX

“Fantastic Four” (2024)

“Avengers: The Kang Dynasty” (2025)

“Avengers: Secret Wars” (2025)

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Worth It || Steven Grant x Male!Reader

Characters: Steven Grant X Male!Reader

Fandom: Marvel, Moon Knight

Warnings: fluff, smut (kind of?)

Summary: You convince Steven that he's all worth it.

A/N: Literally writing this instead of studying. 😂

You walked out of class, happy for the day to finally be over. It’s not like you hated being a teacher, it’s actually quite the opposite. You loved teaching new things to kids, loved their enthusiasm and their liveliness. Still, today you didn’t have the energy to keep up with them as usual. 

You had spent almost the whole night reading (a really interesting) book that you couldn’t put down, and missed your alarm in the morning which had you running around the apartment to get ready. You arrived late to school for the first time in your career after missing the bus, only to discover that your shirt had a coffee stain that you were sure wasn’t there when you left. 

Needless to say, you did not start the day on a good note. 

You left the school with your friend and colleague, Casey, and you both decided to take a walk in the park. It was a slightly chilly day in London, but the fresh air was really helping clear your mind. Casey and you made idle conversation, though you ended up listening to her talk. Casey had ADHD, so she sometimes rambled on, hands flailing around, and switching from one topic to another. That was when you noticed the figure sitting alone on a bench.

Steven was sitting on a bench, across from where you were standing. He was looking down to his hands that were fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket. You found yourself wondering what caused him to sit outside in the cold, clearly conflicted. You knew he had work today at the museum, so for him to be here, he must have finished early.

When you turned to Casey, who had stopped talking at this point, she gave him an understanding nod, to which you returned with a smile and a wave. She hurried off to go home, muttering about working on her night cheese. You shook your head, and took the last steps to Steven and sat to his right. When he didn’t look up, you took one of his hands and held it gently.

“Love? Is everything alright?” You asked softly. You didn’t want to push, but you knew something was wrong. You gave him a small smile when he looked at you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just um” he bit his lip. You noticed his voice shaking and the redness of his eyes. You gripped his hand harder when you realized he had been crying.

“Are you ok? Did something happen at work?” You inquired, worried about him. You started scanning him for cuts, bruises or any other injuries. “Did someone harass you? If so, tell me, and I’ll deal with them.”

Steven couldn’t help but let out a smile. You were always protective of him. You tended to his needs, being so nice and attentive that Steven couldn’t help but feel flustered.

“No, no. No one harassed me.” Steven gently lifted your hand to his lips, and kissed your knuckles.

“Then what happened?” You narrowed your eyes, wondering what made you upset, and how you can fix it.

“It was just Donna. Called me Stevie, said I was useless.” Steven shrugged like it was no big deal. “Said I was worth less than rubbish, and how could anyone be with me. And…”

You glared ahead, anger building in your chest during your short story. Your jaw clenched so tight you could practically hear your teeth breaking.

“And what?” You tried not to let your anger show in your voice, but it still slipped out in some way. You pursed your lips when Steven hesitated to answer. You didn’t want to make him feel worse.

“I think she’s right. I mean– I’m a nobody, Y/N. I don’t even know why you’re with me.” He leaned back, and swallowed thickly before continuing. “I’m nothing special. Not worth having someone as brilliant as you. You deserve—” Before he could finish, you all but snapped.

“That’s enough” You interrupted, frowning sternly at him.”I don’t want you speaking about yourself this way.” You put your hand on his cheek gently, but firmly. “You are the sweetest, kindest, and most selfless person I’ve ever met. I love you, and I’m happy that I’m your boyfriend. I wouldn’t want anybody else.”

Steven looked at you with wide eyes, and a bit of awe. You felt a blush spreading across your cheek, but continued to hold his gaze. 

“You shouldn’t focus on what Donna says.” You held out a hand to help him stand up. You wrapped an arm around his waist and led him out the park. “I mean, she still hasn’t fixed the Ennead sign.”

Steven couldn’t help but laugh at the last part and lean into your side. “I did tell her there were nine deities in the Ennead, but she didn’t listen.” You always knew how to cheer him up. He already felt better, especially with you by his side.

“So, you’re feeling better?” You tried to be sarcastic so as to not sound pushy, but Steven could see the genuine concern in your eyes, and he smiled shyly at you.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you.”

You grinned and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “ Then how about we head to your apartment? We could do a bit of snuggling and snogging–” you wiggled your eyebrows.

Steven burst into giggles. You complained. “Hey! I’m trying to be romantic.” Steven was worried you were actually upset, but your wide grin dissuaded him. With a roll of your eyes, you continued. “I could show you just how much I adore you.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Steven replied cheekily. It wasn’t long before you arrived at Steven's apartment. 

Once he stepped in, You grabbed him, pushed him against the door before it even fully closed, and slammed your lips against his. You gently cupped his cheek, completely different to how you were nipping at his lip. Steven whimpered into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You grinded your hips into his, and he responded by gripping tightly onto the back of his shirt. Steven moaned- you still haven’t done anything sexual beyond making out shirtless and a few handjobs, so Steven was still a bit inexperienced. You managed to slip your tongue inside and thoroughly explored his mouth, and after a while, you slowly pulled back.

Your eyes admired his swollen lips and flushed cheeks and bashful grin. You reached up, and ran your thumb along his lips.

You pulled him to you and hugged him protectively. You smiled when Steven melted into you, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. “God, I wish you could see just how beautiful you are.” You purred in his ear, and felt him shiver. 

“C’mon, love. Let’s get you something to eat.”

#moon knight #moonknight #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #x male reader #x reader #marvel

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I won't be able to post much, or at all the rest of the month. I'm in exam period, and I already feel like they're kicking my ass.

Honestly, it really sucks that the moment I decided to actively try my luck in writing fan fictions, I wouldn't be able to (at least right now).

I just write whatever comes to mind anyway—though I'm still on my Moon Knight fever— and I'm not planning on taking any requests (if it ever comes to it...). I seriously doubt I would be like those other diligent blogs since I'm not really active that much on social media as a whole.

I just wanted to say this since I actually have followers that may want to know.

#announcement

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Haunted || Jason Todd x Male!Reader

Characters: Jason Todd X Male!Reader

Fandom: DC, Batman

Warnings: Adult Language, Trauma, Angst

Summary: You’re used to helping Jason through his nightmares, but it doesn’t get easier.

The darkness consumed every part of Jason’s mind. He tried to figure out where he was, but everything was pitch black, and he couldn’t see anything. Jason was starting to get nervous, his fists clenching tightly. It was quiet, too quiet. No sound could be heard; there were no car horns, no dogs barking…  

“Hello!” He called out, his voice echoing, and was greeted with more silence. For a second, he felt foolish because what would that even accomplish? 

In the shadows, a shape could be seen inching closer and he tensed, eyes narrowing trying to make out who it was.  

A bone-chilling laugh rang out, cutting through the stillness, and Jason froze. 

Because he knew that laugh. 

His heart started pounding in his chest, blood rushing in his ear, Jason grit his teeth. He refused to be scared. He wasn’t Robin anymore; he was Red Hood. A big muscled vigilante and crime lord. Let him come, he would not cower. ‘Screw Batman’s rule, I’ll end him this time.’ Jason thought viciously.  

Before he could do anything, thick ropes sprung out of nowhere, wrapped around him, thoroughly restricting his movement. Then, an invisible force pulled him down, bringing him harshly to the ground. Jason gasped; the wind knocked out of him. He thrashed around, trying to break free, but the ropes were tightly holding him down. 

The first hit came unexpectedly, not giving him any time to orient himself. Pain exploded from his temple, and Jason had to clench his eyes shut to chase away the burning sting. 

Jason slowly looked up, and his blood ran cold. There he was standing over him, his lips curled into that sick, twisted smile, his right hand holding a fucking crowbar: The Joker. 

“That looked like it really hurt.”  

Jason attempted to get out of the ropes again, but he couldn’t. He was completely immobile. The Joker was above him, taunting him. 

“What hurts more? A,” he raised the crowbar above his head and brought it down “or B?” 

He was lying on the floor, helpless and exposed, unable to defend himself. Tears leaped into his eyes, but he tried to force them back. Still, some escaped as he screamed. 

The blows kept on coming. "Forehead?" 

Again, and again 

“Or Back Head?" 

Jason wanted the pain to stop. 

“You have nowhere to run, little bird,” Joker laughed loud and unhinged, eyes glinting maliciously  

The sound reverberated in his head, and Jason just wanted him to shut. Up. 

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You were roused from your deep sleep, elbows digging into your stomach but then you heard soft whimpers. Opening your eyes, you quickly set up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You reached over to the bedside table to turn on the light, sending a burst of light over the shared bed, clearly illuminating Jason’s agonized expression as he rolled back and forth in distress. 

You were used to helping Jason through his nightmares, but it never got easier seeing someone you loved in this state. 

“Jason?” You frowned in concern, and tentatively reached down and touched his shoulder, nudging him gently. You were careful not to startle him awake.  

“Wake up love, it’s ok, you’re safe” you murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead as you tenderly wiped the tears that had started to slip down his cheeks. 

The words didn’t register in Jason’s unconscious mind, however, and it wasn’t long before he started screaming. 

“No! Stop, please…” You heard him crying, still not waking from his nightmare. You pulled him into your lap, and found that he was shaking. You kissed his temple, your arms circling his body as you leaned and whispered soothingly into his ear. 

“Shhh sweetheart, wake up for me, you’re safe,” you ran your hands up and down to comfort him, “It’s just a dream, wake up.” 

It felt like forever before Jason started showing signs, and his screams toned down into sniffles. He jerked awake and set up, gasping for air, his hands clutching your arms.  

“Shhh, it's okay, darling,” you put your forehead on his, and took his hand and put it above your heart. 

“Just follow my breathing.” You inhaled deeply before slowly letting it out. 

Jason tried to do as you instructed, and after a while he was able to succeed. You could feel him relaxing, breath evened out; the terror gradually receding from his eyes as he realized he was with you and not wherever he dreamed to be. 

He slumped into you and pressed his face on your shoulder. You put your hand on the back of his hand, while the other one looped around his waist. You sat in a comfortable silence for some time, you hand gingerly brushing Jason’s hair.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jason hummed before saying.

“It was the same one, you know… with Joker”

You inhaled sharply, breathing through the now familiar rage in your chest that appeared everytime the Joker was mentioned, and you were reminded of Jason’s death. You have never hated or wanted to kill someone as you did Joker. God, you wished you could. That fucking clown would deserve it after tormenting your boyfriend for so long. You extracted Jason from your shoulder and cupped his face, looking deeply into his beautiful teal eyes.

“You’re safe, Jason. I won’t let that bastard get anywhere near you if I could help it.” And you wouldn’t. You might not be a meta or hot shot vigilante, but Jason did teach you a few hand-to-hand stuff and, most importantly, how to shoot guns. He would do anything to protect his precious love, even committing murder. You knew Jason would do the same. 

He smiled a bit at your protectiveness; you always knew what to say to make him feel better. You felt a bit of pride at the sight of his smile.

“Sorry for waking you.” he looked apologetically at you, but you simply smiled before leaning in and gently kissed his lips, savoring the feeling before pulling back.

“Don’t apologize for having a nightmare, I’ll always be here for you, love.” heat rushed into his cheeks, and you couldn’t resist kissing him again, this one slightly longer.

pulling back, he whispered “thank you” against your lips before you lied back onto the bed, bringing him down with you.

Jason rested his head against your chest; your steady heartbeat calmed him down, while the hand brushing his hair lulled him to sleep.

It wasn’t long before sleep caught up to both of you and even though he could still hear the echoing of his nightmare, Jason felt safe and happy, being in your arms.

#dc #DC comics #batman #red hood #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #x male reader #x reader #oneshot #dc imagine #dc fanfic #jason todd imagine

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Touch The Sky || Clark Kent x Reader

Characters: Clark Kent X Reader

Fandom: DC, Superman

Warnings: None

Summary: Clark makes your greatest wish come true.

“Hey Clark, look!”

Clark looked up from where he was washing the dishes and walked over to your position by the window. You had just finished eating dinner together, soaking in each other’s company. You hadn’t been able to spend as much time together as you would have liked, with both of your jobs and superman-ing taking over your schedules. Clark treasured these small, stolen moments with you. You were wearing his oversized t-shirt; it reached down to your thighs, and the sleeves are too long. Clark thought you looked utterly adorable.

“What is it, Y/N?” 

“The stars!” you pointed up at the sky. Clark chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“They sure are beautiful.” and it was a rare sight. As much as some people saw Metropolis as a ‘clean’ city, it was still that: a city. With the tall buildings, skyscrapers, and the pollution from cars and factories, they didn’t get to see the stars much, or at all. Tonight, though, was an unusually clear sky, with no cloud in sight. There weren’t as many as in the farm where Clark grew up, but still very pretty. 

“Almost as beautiful as you.” He kissed the back of your neck, relishing in your delighted giggles. 

You cocked your head and sighed wistfully, “I want to fly.”

“You do, huh?”

“Yeah! It would be so much fun,” you spread your arms, like you were going to jump from the window and take off. "For as long as I can remember, it is the one thing that I always coveted; spinning around in the air and feeling free.”

“It is an extraordinary experience.” Clark agreed. You stared at him.

“That’s right, you can fly.” your eyes widened, as if you had forgotten that little tidbit, “You’re Superman.”

“That I am.” his lips twitched, trying to hold back a smile at how cute you were. There was a comfortable silence for a bit, and Clark eyed you from the corner of his eyes. You were looking up into the sky with such longing it nearly broke his heart. Maybe Clark could take you for a quick flight over the city? He would be more than happy to grant you that wish.

Before Clack could finish the thought, you said, “We should finish the dishes and get ready for bed.” you moved to the kitchen, “We still need to wake up early tomorrow for work.” 

Clark nodded after a moment, and followed you.

Once you washed all the dishes and cutlery, and cleaned up everything, you started walking to the bedroom. Clark stopped you before you went any further, and you looked at him curiously. He smiled, gesturing for you to follow him. 

It wasn’t long before you were on the roof. You looked a bit confused, then your eyes looked about to pop out of your head as Clark hovered slightly, instantly knowing what this is about. 

“Clark, I—you don’t have to do this for me.” You stammered out, but he could hear your voice wavering a bit, and your fingers twitching at your side.

“I don’t have to,” Clark looked reassuringly at you, taking a firm hold of your hands, “but I would very much love to.”

You bit your lips before acquiescing, eyes still wide and body trembling with anticipation.

Clark didn’t waste any time and took off into the air. You squealed in shock, excitement and awe. Clutching to his shoulders firmly to prevent falling, not that he would let you. You stared as the ground and buildings got smaller and smaller.

“I’m flying!” You beamed. This was incredible! You’d lost track of the amount of times you flew in your dreams. You laughed and closed your eyes, letting the wind blow by your face. You felt Clark move his arms to wrap around his waist.  Clark looked down at you, grinning widely at how happy you looked. He should have done this a long time ago; it was worth seeing your face full of wonder.

“Become a star, Y/N.”

You spread out your arms. “Faster Clark!”

Clark wasn’t about to complain and upped the speed, sending them into a dive as they skimmed over the seawater near the city. You trailed your fingers in it, and looked up as Clark took them up in a climb again. You stretched your hands out, trying to catch the clouds as they moved through them.

“That was amazing! I can’t believe this just happened.” your eyes were shining brightly, and you looked at him with so much love, Clark swallowed. “Thank you.”

He stroked your face tenderly, and pressed a soft kiss upon your lips, almost tasting your joy. You flung your arms around Clark’s neck, hugging him tightly, unable to find the right words to express how much this meant to you. Clark laid back in the clouds with your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead, savoring the closeness.

“You’re welcome, my star.”

#dc #DC comics #superman #clark kent #kal el #clark kent x reader #clark kent x male reader #clark kent x gender neutral reader #superman x reader #x male reader #x reader #reader #oneshot #fluff