think Iâm going to start storyboarding my novel next, bc Iâm stuck. whatâs that, you ask?
Storyboarding 101
So youâre writing some fiction, and you want to get unstuck (or maybe you want to plan the narrative arc before you get started.
Storyboarding can help you do that.
Step 1:
If you already have work that exists, youâre going to summarize it into a scene or two.
If you donât already have work that exists, youâre going to write down every scene you want to exist.
Either draw them or write them down on cards or sticky notes.
Step 2:
Once your ideas exist in front of you, youâre going to begin arranging them into a chronological timeline.
You may also find it helpful to align them along the narrative arc: plot, rising action, climax, falling action, ending
Step 3:
Once you have this, you can continue to add details, remove them, rearrange them, or alter them to make it make the most sense for you.
This can help you see what pieces of information are necessary to your story and what pieces you can cut.
(And if you cut scenes out, add them to a cut scene folder. You might be able to recycle them!)
Step 4:
Use your new storyboard to get unstuck or to plan and plot your new adventure.
Have fun!
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Neurodivergent assassin who very casually uses their weapons as stim.
Turning on and off the safety of their gun. Tapping and spinning their dagger. Watching the poison in the vial move as they flip in and then back.
Nobody says anything because...well they're an assassin.
Turns on safety, presses trigger, turns off safety repeat.
People around them are in constant fear.
Chewing the end of their poison tipped dagger when they try to figure out a plan.
Wash their hands too much cause they don't like how sticky blood is.
However overtime it becomes a weird single to others.
Everyone is anxious trying to figure something out and they hear a little "click click" and it's just slightly calming to know that they have this person there and they are thinking of a plan.
Someone hands them a drink but it flows just a little too weird and they are like, "hmm that's poison" then chuck it because they have built up immunity.
No table that doesn't have something carved into it.
Never a situation where they don't have enough bullets because this person takes out the cartridge and puts it back as stim.
They take apart their guns and put them back over time being crazy fast and efficient with it.
hey, boy, i'ma get ya! â clark kent x black!fem reader !!
ok so i dont have an EXACT layout for this one yet, i really want to incorporate clark learning about reader's hair--two of my irls also proofread a homage to hope, and i went to an escape room yesterday with one of them. and they were like 'you should write about an escape room'. so that's gonna happen. somehow.
idk i want the reader to go over the hurdle of like tolerating superman, and clark is like 'oh god, she sorta-likes both versions of me now. but she doesn't know we're the same person. that's weird. isn't that weird??'
maybe reader gets braids, goes to clark's apartment and they spend a couple of hours taking them out, just having a nice hangout--it's silent, awkward, and clark can't stand the way she's so close, the way her perfume envelops him and--
summary: surprising clark with a visit at the daily planet, it sparks memories of the past and how some things never change, especially clark's eyes that still shine like pretty lights only for you. seeing your best friend in metropolis after so long, it might be hard for you to leave him again- especially when he doesn't want you to.
content: childhood bsfs to lovers, so much fluff, long distance besties who secretly like each other finally meet again, your sudden reappearance reignites something in clark (like he very much wants to keep you in Metropolis with him), hidden denial of feelings, clark practically begs you to move in with him, silly chase scene, huge love for his glimmering eyes
"So, how do you know Clark?"
One of Clark's colleagues has already bit the mark on what everyone's been wondering. You suppose bursting into the Daily Planet, yelling Clark's full government name before jumping him with a bear hug was bound to raise questions. Jimmy- you presume from what Clark has updated you through your weekly calls, is staring you down like he's found a new case to investigate. Clark wheels you a spare office chair, pulling another for himself as you settle at his desk.
Youâve known Clark since forever. Living in the farmhouse opposite his, you remember the first time he flew across your fence at an uncontrollable speed, crashing into your chicken coop and scaring all the chicks, sending a flurry of yellow out into the field. He had begged you not to tell your parents, promising to catch all the chicks and bring them back safely. You remember shaking your head, pretending to be pissed and told him you'd only keep it a secret if he taught you how to fly.
A silly promise, but at the ripe age of five, flying still seemed within the possibilities of the world, especially if the neighbourâs son could do it too.
He had agreed, scared as he was to be reprimanded by his parents for exposing his secret so carelessly, so he came back the next day with all chicks in hand, some trying to stumble out of the blanket he had wrapped them in.
"It's not that I don't want to keep my promise!" He tries to reason with you as you lock the chicken coop's door, newly repaired after you lied to your parents about a strong wind bursting through the coop's old infrastructure. "I just don't think it's a good idea for me to let you fly."
"Hey, I'm stronger than I look." You huff. "Do you think cool stuff like 'flying' is something only boys can do?"
"No, that's not it." He grimaces, all anxious and pitiful. "I just don't want you to get hurt."
You give him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, a big naive grin on your face. "Don't worry, I can handle anything. Now, come on. Quit stalling and let's fly already."
Tracing the scar absent-mindedly on your elbow, it's really shrunk since all those years ago- you could say flying really wasn't your forte.
At least one permanent benefit was that you get to wiggle the scar in his face whenever you needed him to do something for you that required more coercing. It was rare that heâd ever say no to you, but on the rare occasions, you could still pull out this bad boy.
"We go a long way back." You answer, the heavy, warm weight of nostalgia sitting comfortably in your chest. "I was his neighbour back in Kansas."
Jimmy's eyes widen. "Oh, you're the Kansas girl!"
"The Kansas girl?" Your brows furrow, glancing over at Clark. "Now, what did you say about me?"
"Nothing bad!" Clark exclaims, giving a pointed look to Jimmy. "Tell her, Jimmy."
"Oh, trust me. He said many good things." Jimmy muses, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "He talked about you a lot."
"Really?" Your grin is practically wicked as you lean in. "What did he say?"
"Wait, that was not what I meant." Clark's growing panic in realisation at where the topic was heading was adorable to witness, and it only added on to your curiousity. It's not everyday you get to hear Clark's perspective on you.
"Oh, where do I start?" You both ignore Clark's repeated refusal for this topic to continue, using your chair to hit him at the torso, blocking him from trying to shut Jimmy up. Jimmy, who you realise has an amazing impression of Clark's mannerisms, puts his head in his hands as if in agony. "I have this friend back in Kansas." He wails. "I wonder how she's doing. Did she read my latest article? Why hasn't she called me? Does she have new friends? Should I call her?"
"Jimmy, that's enough." Clark's face is in a deep wince, and his ears are his signature red.
"Aww, that's so sweet of you, Clark." You cooed, craning your neck to look back up at him.
He gives you with an unimpressed frown. "Are you done tormenting me at my workplace? I have articles to write."
"Articles that you wonder if I read, apparently." You tease further and he groans. "I can have a look right now if you want. You can have my expert opinion."
"No, I really rather not."
Stepping out of the revolving door, the bright sunlight coats Metropolis with golden rays across the shimmering glass of skyscrapers, and you find yourself smiling more than you have in months with Clark by your side.
"So, why did you stop Jimmy from coming along for lunch?"
"It's not like I get to see you much anymore." He mutters. "Your last visit was months ago, so I'd like it to be just the two of us. Why? Did you want him to tag along?"
"Nope, I just wanted to hear you say you wanted my undivided attention." You tease, and dodge his aggressive head ruffing antics just in time. "Easy, it took me forever to comb out the tangles this morning."
Falling back into step, you add on. "Jimmy's a nice guy." You commented, with a nod of agreement from Clark. "But I didn't drive three hours to spend time with your colleagues."
"So you came all the way here to spend time with little ol' me?" His grin is crooked and bright, and you resist the urge to pull at his cheeks. He's so easy to please, you wonder if its only you who gets to see him like this or if all that distance has increased that list of people who got to see that uncovered smile of his.
"Yes, you big buffoon." You push him at his arm, but he doesn't even bother to pretend it budges him. "I came to stinkin' Metropolis to see my best friend."
"It's not that bad here." There he goes again. You know that pleading look. "I mean, ever since I became 'you-know-who', the crime rates have been the lowest ever in years."
"Easy on the flex there, Big Blue."
He rolls his eyes but continues on anyway. "I could connect you with Perry, he would love to have your writing talents on board."
"And how would he know about my talents?"
"I may have mentioned you once.. or twice."
"Clark, how many people know about me at your workplace?"
"There's well, Perry." He mutters, holding up his fingers to count. "Jimmy. Lois. Cat. Steve. Ron.."
You push down his dwindling fingers, shaking your head to hide your stifled laugh. "So, pretty much everyone." A weakened 'yeah' is his response. "Still, I like where I'm working at right now. You're going to have to do better than the Daily Planet if you want to convince me to move here."
"Well, there's amazing Chinese takeout here." He points out. "You always complain about the ones back home."
You give a non-committal shrug, and he purses his lips, telling you that he's obviously not going to give up soon.
"You could stay for free at my place till you find somewhere you'd like to rent."
"What if want to stay at your place forever just cause I don't want to pay rent?"
"I won't mind." He admits it so quickly, you could only stare at him before he realised it was probably a little strange that he was offering you a free place indefinitely, or possibly forever.
"I mean, you could help out with chores while I'm at work."
"Right." You mutter. "I'm so stoked to be your future cleaning maid."
"Well-" He flails his hands, something he only does when he's close to his breaking point. "There's me."
"You?"
"I want you here." He confesses, a rare serious expression on his face when he stops in his tracks to look at you. "It's not the same through our calls or weekly photo updates."
"Hey, I put a lot of effort in those." You stammer, not knowing how to respond to his vulnerable admission.
"I know you do." He answers so sincerely, you wonder just how in detail he looks through the photos you send him. "But I want to hear about your life through your voice, not some speaker. I want to be in your life, not to be updated about it once every few weeks."
You swallow dryly, and you resist the urge to give in just from that look he gives you, like he can't live without you near.
"It's hard for me too, Clark." You admit. "We always stuck together back in Smallvile, and when you decided to move all the way here, I just felt like you wanted to move on to something bigger- newer with your life, and I wasn't sure if I was ready."
"I don't want anything bigger or newer." He rushes to say. "I want-"
"Hey, lovebirds!" A sausage vendor snaps, causing the both of you to turn your necks in fright. "Continue your quarrel somewhere else, you're blocking my line!"
Looking around, you realise you had both stopped right in front of the stall, blocking potential customers from buying. Feeling something hot on your cheeks for being insinuated that you have something romantic going on, your hand reaches out to grab on hold of Clark. "Sorry!" You apologise, grabbing Clark by his tie and dragging him away.
"I'll consider it." You mutter once you were far away enough for you to loosen your grip on his tie, taking ahold of his hand instead so you wouldn't lose each other in the crowd. "Moving here."
You'd think you had ignited the freaking sun when you said it, because you've never seen his eyes shine as bright as they did now.
"Really? He grins, almost breathless. You know he has been trying to convince you since the moment he came here nearly three years ago, but you never realised just how much he wanted you to be here too.
"I said I'll consider it, Clark. It's not a yes, so don't look at me like that!"
"Okay." He murmurs, but that stupid grin won't leave his face.
"Oh, you always get what you want, don't you?" You groan.
"No, I think that's you."
"Untrue."
"Who's the one who uses her scar to guilt-trip me into doing whatever she wants?"
"Wow, making fun of the scar." You shake your head in mock disappointment. âAh, I guess leaving this permanent affliction on me didnât mean that much to you..â
âThat was nearly twenty years ago.â He deadpans.
âOh, but I remember a certain someone promising that heâd give me unlimited favours to stop me from crying-â
âFine, fine." He laments. "See what I mean? You always find a way to make me agree with you."
"That's because I'm usually the right one."
He rolls his eyes, before quieting down, and you notice that lip thing he does, biting down at the corner when there's something he's pondering about and can't let go of. "Also.. you didn't deny it earlier."
"Deny what?" Yet, your averting gaze says otherwise.
"When that man called us lovebirds." Ah, there's that hot flush at the back of your neck again. What an insistent man, bringing up the elephant in the streets. "You used to go crazy back in high school and those kids picked on us- saying we were together."
"Well, that's cause they knew we weren't, and still did it on purpose to piss me off." You defended. "That sausage man was innocent, he probably thought we were a normal bickering couple."
"So it doesn't piss you off anymore?" He asks.
"No, why?"
"Oh." He's grinning again, there must be something silly going on in that head of his. "No reason."
"I swear, you're weirder than usual." You grumble. "It wasn't that long since our last phone call, was it? Did your alien side wake up a little more dominant this morning?"
"I don't think I'm being weird." He shrugs. "I'm just really happy that you're here."
Gosh, he's saying all the heart-skippers today. Maybe you missed him too much, but hearing him say that made you smile too, despite your best attempts to push it down.
"You're not saying that to make me move here, are you?"
"No." He affirms. "But if you move here, I think I'll be the happiest man in the whole world."
Staring at you, his gaze feels hotter than the warmth building up between your binding hands.
"If you throw one more cheesy line at me, I'm leaving you for the streets."
He laughs with his whole chest, those blinding dimples rising beneath his glasses when he does so. "You won't even know your way around, you can't abandon me like that."
"Oh, is that a dare, Clark?" He realises his mistakes two seconds too late, for you had already broken off your hold, getting a head start through the crowd.
You remember these chases back in Smallvile, when you'd challenge him to an actual race without the use of his powers. It was mostly to make him feel normal, and you knew he loved it. To just run without feeling his legs kick up into the air to fly, but across the dirt through the fields you always played in together. He loved being on the ground with you, without a care in the world. To be human, like he was raised to be.
That hasn't changed now.
Running through the streets like lunatics, you hear his voice calling your name as you round an alley, away from the crowds to somewhere more desolate. You stop for a moment to catch a break, only to be caught and turned around by large hands holding your waist in a vice grip.
Your eyes meet baby blue, crinkled by the slight wrinkles that appear whenever he smiles, so vivid and bright just like today's sky.
"Guess you caught me." You whisper, chest heaving to catch your breath.
He didn't break a sweat, but there's that adorable red flush in his cheeks you loved to see. "Like always." He murmurs.
"Like always." You repeated. "I missed this."
"Me too." He hums, eyeing you with that glimmer in his eyes.
There are things that have changed between the two of you. The distance between your cities, your jobs, your lives. Yet, there's one thing you'll always want to remain the same. It's that shine in his eyes when he looks at you, and only you.
His gaze softens as he leans into his hold, his entire back bent to engulf you into a hug. "Please consider moving here. For me."
"I regretted not telling you earlier, but you're the only person I feel like myself around." He admits, unable to face you as he says this, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. "I know it's selfish, but I think if I let you go off again this time without saying it, I'll really regret it."
Your hands reach out to return the embrace, leaning into his chest and feeling his abnormal heartbeat, beating so quickly against his buttoned shirt.
"I thought I told you I'd consider it." You whispered.
"I know, I just wanted- no, needed to say it." He mutters. "You can think of it as an added bonus. The cost of my humiliation to persuade you to stay here with me."
Your mind ticks of all the possible scenarios, of the pros and cons- but it all fades to the feeling of his erratic heart and the love you have for the boy who stole it the moment he crashed into your chicken coop all those years ago. The boy with dazzling eyes and the biggest heart you know. Your best friend. How could you ever say no to him, to your Clark?
"..Fine, Big Blue. Consider me persuaded."
a/n: im actually already considering a part 2 of when reader moves in to clark's apartment and all their shenanigans but hmmm we shall see. đĽ°. and yes, tiny clark scrambling around trying to find all the chicks that fled was inspired by the squirrel scene.
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
temptation, i can't escape you â clark kent x stagg!industries reader (dabbling between the planes of morals, two childhood friends reunite, when suddenlyâan alien invasion.. to which their vistors ask for help in liberating their planet, with.. strange circumstances. nsfw!)
hey, boy, i'ma get ya! â clark kent x black!fem reader (part two of a homage to hope! fluff ensues once more, when our dear reader finds herself drawn to superman, while clark debates if he should reveal his alter ego.)
i need a hero! â richard grayson x super!reader (there's a new vigilante in bludhaven. and they don't move naturally, like they should--no, dick sees a familiar sight, the rushing blue and reds of fabric, gleaming through the dark sky like sunshine. so, as bludhaven's resident protector, it would be his job to investigate!)
love me down like you say you do â jason todd x vigilante!reader (he's always been a bit 'loose' with the killing code. when the reader shows up, probably even more mentally estranged then he isâhis interest is piqued. that, and she looks really hot whenever blood splatters on her face.)
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
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untitled â fem!remmick x neighbor!reader [remmick shows her sweet new nighbor a nice warm welcome into the neighborhood]
untitled â dark!superman x fan!reader [clark kent has taken quite a liking to a certain admirer of his and takes slight advantage of that]
headcannons â needy!remmick x dom!reader [this was a suggestion from one of my moots, remmick is just a very obsessive little thing who canât help himself around you and canât keep his hands off]
headcannons â boyfriend!clark [just general sfw and nsfw things with having clark as a boyfriend]
headcannons â boyfriend!mister terrific [as per the last one just headcannons of having mister terrific as your boyfriend!]
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i feel like iâm forgetting some other stuff hmâŚ.
clark kent just loves to (unknowingly) fuck you stupid!
warnings: pure smut [minors dni!!!], overstimulation, dumbification-ish, i was very horny when i wrote this after the screening
wc: 900
you always hated how clark had a huge cock that he somehow knew to fuck you with. so innocently at that it seemed like. he wasnât trying to fuck you stupid. He really wasnât and that was the worst part.
he was always so sweet and bashful in the office. polite always going out of his way to make people feel just a bit better about their day; he was like a ray of light that you couldnât help but fall in love with him. little did you know that he could have you this fucked out in the comfort of your shared space.
clark had no idea what he was doing to you. he wasnât even trying to show off. that was just... him and it was almost like you hated it.
you didnât even know how you both ended up the way you did, you didnât care either because when he started to fuck you, it was like being hit by a freight train; his dick was almost splitting you open with a slow, steady rhythm at first, his thick cock sliding in, stretching you out in long, strokes that made your back arch off the bed and your mouth fall open in a silent scream.
âis this... okay?â heâd whispered, hovering over you, concern flickering in his eyes like he was terrified of breaking you.
you couldnât even respond, you didnât want to either, you just grabbed his forearm and nodded frantically. âgodâyesâdonât stopââ
clark moved like he was afraid of hurting you, even though your soaked cunt was clenching around him like it needed him to fuck harder, deeper. his dick felt inhuman inside youâthick, long, curved just enough to grind against something inside you that made your vision white out around the edges. every time he pulled back, you could feel every ridge, every swollen vein dragging along your walls like they were purposely there to make you tremble.
to top it all off he wasnât even rough with it because he didnât need to be. his sheer size and his damnable staminaâhe kept fucking you in these deep, gliding thrusts that had your thighs shaking and your breath coming in ragged little gasps. youâd cum three times before he even noticed.
âgodâyour pussy feels incredible,â he muttered, almost to himself, like he didnât realize the filthy words made your cunt flutter around him, like he couldnât hear the wet, obscene sounds of your body swallowing him. it was driving you insane, you wanted him to lose controlâ to snap. but clark was always holding back, he couldnât do such a thing to his beloved. his hands gentle on your hips, his mouth soft when it brushed your throat he was basically wired to be so sweet to everyone especially you.
âyouâre so tight,â he groaned, finally picking up the pace, just slightly, enough to make your toes curl. âi canâtâfuckâi canât believe i fit in you like this.â
you whimpered, high and helpless, your head thrashing against the pillow as another orgasm slammed into you. you didnât even know which number this was. your body was trembling, sweat pooling under your back, thighs trembling. âclarkâfuckâclarkâdonât stopâpleaseâpleaseââ
âwaitâare you okay?â he asked, brushing a thumb across your cheek, eyes wide. âyouâre shaking.â
god his concern was sending you into spiral in addition to how he was fucking you stupid. you laughedâa high, breathless soundâand wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. âclark. please. youâre so fucking bigâdonât stopââ
âi-i donât want to hurt you,â he said again, brows furrowed and cheeks a deeper tint of pink. hips still moving in those impossibly steady strokes that scraped the roof of your pussy and left your clit throbbing.
his brow furrowed. âyouâre really sensitiveâmaybe we shouldââ
you reached up, grabbed the back of his head, yanked him down until his forehead pressed against yours. âjust ruin me please.â
Itâs like something flickered behind those baby-blue eyes, he then shifted, gripped your hips tighterâtoo tight, just shy of bruisingâand drove into you with a force that made your vision black out. no rhythm now. just savage, instinctual thrusts, cock pistoning in and out of your gaping, slick cunt while your whole body seized beneath him.
âgod- oh my godâclarkâclark ââ you were babbling now, nonsense pouring from your mouth as his cock slammed into that spot over and over again, your body convulsing, your nails raking down his back in desperate, broken lines.
âmm feel so good,â he growled, and the sound wasnât sweet anymoreâit was raw, guttural, hungry. âyouâre so warmâfuckâyou keep squeezing meââ
you couldnât even think let alone breathe. every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, your belly bulging slightly with each brutal drive of his cock.
âyouâre gonna cum again, arenât you?â he asked, and now his voice had that sharp edge, his thrusts faster, harder, cock battering your insides like he was trying to fuck you unconscious.
you nodded, tears in your eyes, lips parted in a silent scream.
he let out a breathy laugh âi can feel itâyour pussyâs twitching so muchâi didnât know it could do that,â he panted, still fucking you, like his stamina had no end. âgodâiâm so closeâcan iâcan i cum inside?â
you didnât even respond, you were gone. just a fucked-out puddle of limbs and broken moans, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. your cunt just clenched around him like a vice, thatâs all the confirmation he needed.
he groaned, long and low, and slammed into you one last timeâand then burst inside you, his cock twitching, cum spilling hot and deep inside your raw, fluttering cunt. you felt it flood you, thick and overwhelming, dripping out before heâd even pulled back.
clark looked down at your faceâyour glazed-over eyes, your parted lips, the way your chest heavedâand blinked in that innocent, boyish way.
â...was that too much?â
a/n: THIS IS A REUPLOAD. (surely this shouldnât flop because i love superheroes!! anyone who likes marvel and dc lets be mutuals.. AND SEND ASKS TOO!!!)
Loved the Clark x Black Reader fic, I hope you feel inspired to put more out cause we need some love toođđđđđž
i am so INSPIRED after seeing the superman movie !! i have so many ideas and plans that r going through my head rn so you definitely wont be disappointed !! representation in x readers is so important to me :D, i'm glad you liked my writing!!
superman/clark kent x shy!reader whoâs a blue lantern (no mask) and theyâre best friends. Theyâre having a flying race and itâs always a tie.
A TIE
pairing. superman/clark kent x shy!reader
summary. you were almost certain superman could beat you in a race, and yet, every time it ended in a tie. you started to suspect he was doing on purpose.
warnings. I know next to nothing about DC (but I may be turning a new leaf after this movie!) so please excuse any inaccuracies! reader is a blue lantern.
word count. 500+ | masterlist (coming soon)
When your feet landed on the soft grass of the park, you stared narrowly at the famed Superman, who touched down in sync with you, the glow of the midday sun making his bright smile blinding.
"Looks like we have another tie on our hands," he said.
You weren't sure when your non-mission-related flights started involving Superman. He had a habit of simply appearing with kind eyes and a smile, making it impossible to turn him away.
He possessed a certain charm that made your quiet nature break just slightly. You weren't a person of many words, a quiet force thanks to the ring on your finger.
Flying cleared your head, set yourself back right after missions or hard days surviving as a civilian. You started to suspect Superman felt similar. From stolen glances during your races, you noticed his relaxed features, like the breeze washed away the worry of day-to-day existence.
Through slightly narrowed eyes, you couldn't help but question him. You were powerful in your own right, but it was well-known that Superman exceeded the power of many metahumans.
"Another tie," you said, fingers adjusting your suit out of nervous habit.
Superman cocked his head to the side. Even without using his laser vision, his gaze was intense. He was observant, maybe too observant in your opinion.
"You sound skeptical."
A laugh fell from your lips, light and quiet as you met his gaze. Your chest fluttered, something between the constant fizzle of your nerves that not even superpowers could cure, and something else.
"A bit," you said.
"Why?"
"You're faster; I know that you are." You had seen in action, cape billowing in a red blur as he raced from threat to threat. When a creature found its way into the city and started attacking people left and right, you watched as he saved a bus full of school children from being crushed before racing clear to the other side of town to save a dog that had gotten loose in the chaos. In the blink of an eye, he moved, saving everything from children to animals before jumping back into the fight.
Though you were in the midst of your own duty to protect the city, you knew how quickly Superman could ping-pong between threats. And yet, every time you raced, it always ended in a tie.
"If I were faster, then I'd win," he said simply. "I think you're selling yourself short. You and I? We're evenly matched."
"It won't hurt my feelings, you know?" You didn't need to be the strongest or the fastest. That wasn't why you took the oath of the Blue Lantern. You wanted to help people, to bring hope, even if only to one person.
Superman didn't budge, broad shoulders shrugging. "I don't know what you're talking about." His gaze flickered off of you, something else catching his attention. "Duty calls," he said. "But we'll rematch. We can't have a tie without a rematch."
You couldn't help but smile. It started to sound like an excuse to see you again, a reason for the two of you to be together.
"You're on," you replied.
With a grin, he took off, a blur of red and blue disappearing into the clouds.
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