(A/n:So after a comment I got, I really felt bad for leaving you all of these a/n I've just been really busy but now that my exams are over I can post so here's a superman imagine but I don't do much of those.

_stiles_stilinski_24~💕)

"Clark, calm down! It was nothing!" You said, trying to sound calm, not burst into tears and not punch your boyfriend in the face.

"(y/n), he had his hands all over you. I don't call that nothing! You weren't even trying to do anything about it!" He shouted. You knew he was mad, Clark never raised his voice unless he was angry.

"I was trying to be polite! He was actually very nice. You might have known that if you didn't drag me home!" You yelled back, angry tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

"Letting a man grope you isn't being polite!"

"He wasn't "groping" me, his hand never went below my back!"

"That's not what I saw." Clark growled before throwing his jacket on the counter and storming out of the apartment.

"Clark!" You tried, but he slammed the door behind him. You huffed, a wave of anger flowed over you for a moment and you found yourself kicking the air. Now the tears had escaped your eyes, accompanied by frustrated sobs. You took a couple of deep breathes, your limbs coming to a stop. Then you glared at Clark's jacket and went to bed.

Clark hadn't returned home when you woke up. Out of nature habit, you'd thrown your arm out to wake him up for work only to be met with a cold, empty bed and the normally friendly reminder that it was Sunday.

His jacket still lay on the counter however. You picked it up to move it to the laundry but you stopped when the smell of Clark's cologne met your nose. It was so familiar and friendly, it made you feel calm and safe. You suddenly felt a pang of regret. You just wish he would listen.

You spent the whole day buried under blankets on the couch, watching your favorite Disney movies. By 6:30, Clark still wasn't back and you'd found that you had no ice cream. So you pulled on a fresh shirt and a pair of converse and began to trug your way down to the nearest 7/11.

You were only a block away when you someone grabbed you and pulled you into a dark alley.

"We hav' the gir' boss." The person holding you, a burly man as far as you could tell, whispered into some device, you assumed it was a Walky-Talky from the crackling response that followed. Your capture muttered something else then shoved you into the back of a van.

'How typical of kidnapper.' You thought, rolling your eyes when the man slammed the van door shut. But you didn't dare say a word. You knew enough about this situations from writing about them not to say anything. Oh god, what if you died? What if the last thing you'd said and heard from Clark were things that had come out of anger? What if the last impression you'd had on Clark was that you had no problem with other men hitting on your? No. You'd make it out of this.

Soon the van stopped in front of skyscraper and the man half carried, half dragged you to the top of build where the man you'd danced with (and the one that Clark had accused of being to friendly) waiting.

"Ah, (y/n). Nice to see your lovely face again doll." His smirk had poison almost smoking off of it. You awkwardly nodded, not sure what else to do. You would slap his toxic smile right off his face, but seeing as the rooftop was surrounded by huge men, it didn't seem to be the wisest option at the moment.

"(y/n), do you know what I'm going to do to you?" He asked, his eyebrow twitching. You shook your head, fear welling up in your chest. He laughed but it sounded more like he was chocking.

"I'm going to pitch you right off this building." He giggled. Your eyes widened a fraction. His laughter intensified as he grabbed you by your arm, bringing you to the side of the roof. You gasped as you looked down to what was surely your death. If only Superman were here to save you... You stepped off the edge, bracing yourself for death. But you only remained alone in the air for half a second. At first you'd thought you'd died. But after a moment, you realized that you were flying. Well, you weren't flying. Superman was, you were just pressed against his chest. He set you down on another rooftop for a moment before going back to take care of the men who'd attempted your life. You watched from afar as the hero took the men down, not quite sure what to feel. Scared, glad, confused? You landed on graduate as Superman flew back to you. He landed on two feet away from you and didn't have enough time to check rather you were okay before you engulfed him in a hug. The first thing you noticed, was his smell. He didn't smell like he'd been fighting crime all day. In fact, he smelled like day old cologne. Familiar, friendly, calming and safe... Where had you smelled those things before? "Thank you... Clark?" You realized. It was Clark's cologne! Clark was Superman! You pulled away to get a better look at your savior, whose mouth was now slightly agape at having been discovered. "It IS you! Clark, why didn't you tell me you're fucking Superman?" You cried, punching him in the shoulder.

"Because I was afraid you wouldn't react well. I mean, with half the city thinking I'm going to destroy them all and take over the world and... stuff." He murmured awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot and rubbing the back of his neck. You couldn't help but laugh. Here was Superman, acting like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't be by his mother. He looked, a smile cracked across his face.

"What?" He asked sheepishly.

"You and your awkwardness Superman." You teased, smacking his arm again. His small small had become a widespread grin.

"So, I'm forgiven for being a jerk?" Clark looked at you with big basset hound eyes. You thought for a moment.

"Get me ice cream... and then maybe." You decided, winking at him. Clark nodded and prepared to take off. "I'll be back in half an' hour!" He called and then shoot off in the air. You should there for minute, smiling like an idiot. Then you began to realize something.