fic: not saying goodbye
Jul. 12th, 2021 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
svgurlTitle: not saying goodbye
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Lois/Oliver
Rating:: G
Word Count: 2449
Summary: same age/college AU; They're all graduating soon and Clark's afraid of losing the two people he loves the most.
A/N: written for this tumblr meme, for clarkenting, prompt: roommates
“Smallville, you are an angel.”
“You probably say that to anyone who gives you caffeine, so I won’t let the praise go to my head,” Clark said, dryly, moving to give Oliver his own cup of coffee, before settling down on the couch, with his own mug.
“Nah,” Oliver drawled from his spot on the armchair, his laptop on his thighs, as he shifted forward, to pick up the cup. “I think angel is a good description.”
Clark rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that the words still resided deep in his heart.
“Considering how much you’ve had today, can you even tell the difference at this point?” Clark challenged, looking pointedly at the clock, which declared it to be almost 1 am. “Sleep is probably better for you than another cup.”
“Please, don’t insult me- I am an expert in all things coffee,” Lois proclaimed, from the other end of the couch, as she shifted her sock covered feet to rest in Clark’s lap. He was all too used to her antics at this point, and just let them linger. Besides, he couldn’t deny how much he liked her open affection. Both her’s and Oliver’s really. “Anyway, I’m almost done with this paper and then I can call it a night. Two more finals and we’re done for good.”
Oliver repeated the sentiment with obvious enthusiasm, neither noticing how much work it took for Clark’s face not to fall.
Two more finals … and they were done.
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Fandom: Smallville
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Lois/Oliver
Rating:: G
Word Count: 2449
Summary: same age/college AU; They're all graduating soon and Clark's afraid of losing the two people he loves the most.
A/N: written for this tumblr meme, for clarkenting, prompt: roommates
“Smallville, you are an angel.”
“You probably say that to anyone who gives you caffeine, so I won’t let the praise go to my head,” Clark said, dryly, moving to give Oliver his own cup of coffee, before settling down on the couch, with his own mug.
“Nah,” Oliver drawled from his spot on the armchair, his laptop on his thighs, as he shifted forward, to pick up the cup. “I think angel is a good description.”
Clark rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that the words still resided deep in his heart.
“Considering how much you’ve had today, can you even tell the difference at this point?” Clark challenged, looking pointedly at the clock, which declared it to be almost 1 am. “Sleep is probably better for you than another cup.”
“Please, don’t insult me- I am an expert in all things coffee,” Lois proclaimed, from the other end of the couch, as she shifted her sock covered feet to rest in Clark’s lap. He was all too used to her antics at this point, and just let them linger. Besides, he couldn’t deny how much he liked her open affection. Both her’s and Oliver’s really. “Anyway, I’m almost done with this paper and then I can call it a night. Two more finals and we’re done for good.”
Oliver repeated the sentiment with obvious enthusiasm, neither noticing how much work it took for Clark’s face not to fall.
Two more finals … and they were done.
Read on AO3
