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battle of the boyscouts.

summary on a professional level, superman respects steve rogers in a way any other hero would. on a personal level, clark would highly appreciate steve keeping away from you, his fiance. content warnings fluff. jealous!clark x meta-human!reader. steve is sweet but he loves causing drama, a habit he adopted from nat. avengers all call reader 'kid'. notes this is sososo impulsive, i don't know where i'm taking this but i hope you enjoy this 4th of july special!

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"sweetheart, i got it."

"i know you do, honey, but the people of new york are observant. they'll either think you're another super soldier or—"

clark sets down the insane amount of luggage in his arms at your knowing gaze, arms crossed as the cab driver that had just dropped the both of you off at the cozy cabin near upstate new york gawks at your fiance.

the cab driver hedges forward. "is he...?"

you shake your head with a firm press of your lips. "nope. my fiance's just from kansas. farm boy muscles and all that." while it looks like the cabbie doesn't really believe you, you've got that edge that all new yorkers never really shed so the man nods and drives off.

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Nice Try, Kent

David!Superman X Reader

Summary: You’re the only one in the newsroom who isn’t fooled by Clark Kent’s glasses — and you’re tired of pretending. A late-night confrontation turns into something a lot more complicated when your favorite frenemy stops hiding.

Content: romantic tension, workplace banter, mentions of fire/rescue situations, light peril (off-screen), enemies to lovers.

W/C: 1.09k

A/N: @foreverchangingmind asked for this under the David Corenswet and I’m not sure if anybody did it So I took it upon myself to write one (“Can someone write a one-shot/fanfic of an frenemies to lovers of David corenswets superman x y/n/reader/oc where they both work in the newsroom and y/n knows clark is superman like how in the sense of the glasses ain't fooling no one? (They are but not y/n) like I get the whole thing behind the glasses but every time I think about it im like "COME ON PEOPLE! HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL!?" and its sort of a "I know you are, I cant prove it, but I KNOW IT!")

You know how people say love is blind?

You’re starting to think everyone in this newsroom is willfully blind.

Because Clark Kent walks in every morning looking like he stepped off the cover of GQ: Superhero Edition, and somehow, people just squint at his glasses and decide, “Nope, definitely not Superman.”

As if the glasses are some kind of invisibility cloak.

As if the 6’4”, broad-shouldered, square-jawed farm boy who types like his keyboard owes him money isn’t the same man who literally flies across the skyline on a daily basis.

And it drives you insane.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1

The next few days were a blur. You were careful not to alert Clark of anything, or so you hoped, as your skepticism lead you to investigate. It was your job, you told yourself, right? You were a journalist, this wasn’t shady or fake, you weren’t being a bad friend.

Right?

Clark was being his typical self; sweet, relatively charming, particularly awkward and incredibly forward about his morals and views. You studied his reactions, his facial features, his unconscious movements, the way he pushed his curls from his face, all of it. You did your best to behave normally because you understood that Clark was also perceptive-that man seemed to catch everything. There were a handful of moments during conversations with co-workers where he caught your narrowed gaze. He’d frown, like he was confused, before moving on.

Why the hell did Clark Kent remind you of SuperMan?

There was no way Clark was his alias, right? He couldn’t have been three feet away from you for how long now and no one had noticed, right?

Right?

Obviously some heroes had alter egos, that much was a given, but…one that sat next to reporters, whose entire careers were based on investigating and being perceptive, and no one had noticed?

You frowned, lower lip tucked between your teeth as you paused your pacing. You’d been wandering around your place for an hour now, going over every minute detail and thinking of every scenario possible. Clark’s morals seemed to align with SuperMan’s, he’d scored multiple interviews with him, same hair color, same dimples but…Where SuperMan was confident, Clark seemed to shrink. Where SuperMan ploughed forward, Clark questioned. Clark didn’t strike you as someone who lied or easily manipulated, and neither did SuperMan. It would take an awful lot of emotional time and labour to maintain two identities with such differing characteristics.

“But SuperMan may have access to tech we don’t know about…” You pondered aloud, tongue flicking over your lips. You were frowning, lost in thought. “What if he’s got something that keeps us all…looking the other way?”

That opened up too many possibilities. You shook your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. No, you needed to focus on the facts. You needed to study the way the two men moved, their unconscious ticks and habits. That would help you pinpoint it. Clark couldn’t find out about this, he was too smart. He’d find a way to stop you in your tracks if he was in fact the caped hero and thought you might be on his tail.

You sighed, sinking into your sofa. This had been eating at you for days. Your instincts were screaming at you to look deeper, but a large part of you was scared. What if he WAS SuperMan? What then? How would that shift your friendship and the workplace? Would you get closer? Would that put you in danger? Supes had a record of putting people close to them in danger simply because of association. Who did you even talk about this with if it did in fact end up being true.

“God,” You groaned in frustration, scrubbing a hand down your face. What if you just asked him outright? Clark wasn’t a very good liar, you’d learned that long ago. His ticks may not have been easily recognizable to others, but they were to you. His eyes brows would shift ever so slightly before drawing inward, his first response was “what?”, god forbid he had a pen in his hand because he’d click it once, twice, and then shake his head at you. He’d come up with some excuse, and it was always foolproof, but the real kicker was this: Clark only used one of his hands when he lied. People who were lying tended to focus more on coming across naturally and making it believable, and so physical movements were often lost. Clark typically only used one hand when he lied, but both when he spoke naturally. He used neither when speaking about something serious as he was too focused on the task at hand: proving his point.

So that was it, you resounded, eyes glued to the TV ahead of you. You would simply ask.

It seemed so easy, so why was your gut stirring? Could this end your friendship with Clark?

Your brows were knitted together in concentration, forehead wrinkling softly. Tomorrow…you’d ask tomorrow. At some point, the two of you would be alone, and you’d ask then.

Right…rightrightright.

God, this was such bullshit. It was rare something made you this nervous, but this was a huge claim. Clark Kent? SuperMan? It seemed so silly and yet it also made a lot of sense. Well, some sense. Enough sense.

A part of you prayed you were wrong. SuperMan was often in danger and in the middle of political debates. The idea that Clark was at the centre of those issues made your heart drop. SuperMan hadn’t always made the best decisions, which was part of the job, but he also placed himself in near death experiences daily. If all of this were true, Clark had been isolated for quite some time while carrying an exceptionally large load atop his shoulders. As far as you knew, Kent didn’t have a particularly large inner circle, but maybe this was why.

By the time Monday rolled around you were prepped and ready to, hopefully, handle the situation with grace. What’s the worst that could happen, right? Clark lies? Or he isn’t SuperMan? Or he is, and now you know and you keep it to yourself. Still, you were nervous. It was never easy confronting friends, especially when the stakes were so high. An undercover supe was no easy feat.

Hot latte in hand, you moved towards your desk with purpose, smiling warmly at Clark when he greeted you and raising a brow at Jimmy when he launched into discussing everything he’d done over the weekend.

“Yeah, I saw your stories,” You chuckled, sinking into your chair. “Looked like fun.”

“SO much fun,” Jimmy reiterated, sighing. “Anyways-how was yours?”

You shrugged, preoccupied with organizing your desk as you prepped to settle in for the day. “Ya know, normal? Boring? I cleaned, organized my stuff, did some research,” on Clark, “And tried to catch up on sleep. The usual.” You smiled at Jimmy over your shoulder, ignoring the look of disdain on his face.

“Yeah, that does sound boring,” He remarked, steepling his fingers before he turned his gaze to Clark. “What about you big guy?”

Clark hummed in response before peeling his eyes from the screen he was focused on. He turned to Jimmy slowly, catching your gaze briefly as he did. “Oh, me? Honestly, pretty well the same as Y/N-” He shrugged in your direction as he spoke. “Some cleaning, some work, nothing crazy.”

“No interviews with SuperMan?” You asked lightly. Jimmy snickered, and Clark rolled his eyes. Normally it would have been a teasing remark but not today.

“Ha ha,” He offered dryly. “Your envy is showing, ya know.” He held his hands up in defence, thick biceps flexing in his dress shirt. “What can I say? I AM his favorite reporter.”

“Oh PLEASE,” Jimmy started, before launching into it with Clark. On a regular day you would have laughed and joined them, teasing Clark and mocking Jimmy for his often outlandish attitude, but today you opted to quietly study Clark instead. Your eyes skimmed over his features; the slope of his nose and how his glasses perched on them, the way his hair fell across his forehead, his dimples as he smiled at Jimmy, and the warmth behind those cool, baby blues.

Clark was such a handsome man. It thrilled you to think that Jimmy may be right when he insisted that the gentle giant had feelings for you. You’d been passively dating for so long, it was rare you genuinely got along with a man, and Clark seemed to be one of them.

And that was also why you were so nervous. What if these claims impacted that? You were doubtful they would, given Clark’s nature, but logic didn’t seem to lessen your anxiety today.

Clark’s gaze suddenly slid to yours, his gaze almost eery, as if he was looking through you. You caught your breath.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” He asked, brows softening. You nodded, forcing a smile.

“Of course! Just tired,” You quipped, tossing him a quick smile before you swivelled back towards your desk. You needed Jimmy to vacate the area before you asked Clark anything, and going to lunch alone with Clark wouldn’t fly. Jimmy would suspect something was up, even if that something was romantic. You couldn’t afford questions right now.

The morning dragged by, your coffee growing cold as you forced yourself to work. The article you were trying to piece together seemed all too boring in comparison to what was running through your head, but you had deadlines looming over you. They helped kick your ass into gear, and the constant clicking of keys and Jimmy’s nattering behind you provided excellent background noise.

You startled when Jimmy suddenly pushed himself up from his chair, hands slamming on his desk. “Well, I have places to be and people to harass. Catch you guys later?”

Clark was grinning, and you offered a small wave before the short brunette was off, coat tossed halfhazardly over his shoulder.

You caught Clark’s gaze as he turned to smile at you. “What a guy, right?”

You absently nodded in return, the sudden vacancy in Jimmy’s seat had you chewing on your lip. The timing couldn’t have been better.

“Ya know,” You tried to keep your voice steady. You were never a fantastic liar. “I am starved. Do you wanna grab a bite to eat? Then we’ll head on back and crank these pieces out?”

Clark hummed, lips pulling into a thin line. “Ya know, I am pretty starved. Try that new place that just opened up about two blocks from here?”

You nodded, delighted. “That place with the fresh bread rolls and steak soup? Oh hell yeah, they smelled amazing last time we went past there. Plus,” You turned to gather your purse, “The reviews are killer. I checked them out online the other day.”

Clark agreed excitedly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before lifting himself up from his chair. You couldn’t help the way your gaze slid, ever so briefly, across the length of his thighs. “Amazing. Let’s kick it.”

You were pleasantly surprised when he offered you his hand, and you watched him for a moment, desperately trying to read his facial expression but all he offered you was a warm smile. You placed your hand in his, trying not to blush as you let him help you from your seat.

“Clark Kent,” You teased. “Always the gentleman.”

“It’s how my mother raised me,” He smiled down at you as you fell in step beside him. “She’d kill me if she thought I wasn’t bein’ a gentleman.”

You tried to dismiss the way his remark made your chest tighten. Okay, so he was like this with all women. You weren’t special, just a friend who happened to be a woman.

You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

The walk to the restaurant was genuinely enjoyable. Both you and Clark fell into conversation with ease, the way you always did. You talked about work, the articles you were writing, the people you’d interviewed and your deadlines. Family and home was briefly discussed, how your respective families felt about the two of you living in a city with supes, and then why on earth rent had gotten to be so ridiculous. The question you wanted to ask was burning the tip of your tongue but you swallowed it. You needed to watch him when you asked, and walking alongside him wouldn’t allow you to do that. You paused as you stepped into the restaurant, slinking past Clark’s rather large frame as he held the door for you, careful not to brush against his torso as you did. He smelled amazing, like he always did, and you sucked the inside of your cheek in an effort to maintain your composure. You’d never really noticed just how much Clark affected you until recently.

You hated it.

“Why thank you,” You teased, though your voice was warm.

“Anything for a lady,” Clark teased right back, winking behind the frames of his glasses. You laughed it off, tucking your purse a touch tighter against your body before stepping in front of the hostess stand.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were seated, patiently awaiting your meals. The restaurant was warm, cast in soft orange and yellow lighting and buzzing with conversation. You were next to the window, and the sunlight pouring through was warming your cheeks. The entire place was made primarily of wood, and the smell? God, the smell-all bread and meat. It was absolutely divine.

“I love this place!” You exclaimed, beaming as you looked around. “It’s just so-so-”

“Homey?” Clark finished for you, smiling.

“Yes!” You said again, laughing shortly after. “What a great place! Thanks for the suggestion Clark.”

“Oh, of course,” Clark feigned flattery. “I do know what’s best.”

You guffawed, but your chest seemed to bloom with warmth. Clark was always so…Clark. It was refreshing. It also made your stomach turn when you remembered the entire reason you’d asked him to lunch. Today was going so well and it was so light, this question could either completely and totally kibosh that or…he’d laugh in your face.

You studied him for a few moments, listening intently as he nattered on about his current article when suddenly the opening presented itself: “Maybe SuperMan can shift the outcome. He plays a pretty significant role for the people. He cares about them-us-you know?” Your heart nearly leaped from the confines of your ribs, tongue flicking across your teeth in anticipation.

“SuperMan, right!” You started, head tilting as you examined your friend. Thick lashes framed those baby blues as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at you. You nearly rejoiced at your sudden idea. “He’s…alright.”

Clark’s entire demeanour shifted. He straightened, shoulders squaring, brows dipping in confusion as he looked you over. “Alright? I thought you loved SuperMan.”

You shrugged, feigning disinterest. “Sure…but he’s also a bit like a politician. I can’t just…love him blindly. I have to examine his behaviour, take it at face value. I can’t idolize him.” You peered up at Clark through your lashes, gently pulling your purse towards you. There was a blue pen tucked carefully inside-you needed to find a way to get it into Clark’s hands.

“Well, sure,” Clark seemed to struggle with his words for a moment. He was a huge fan of SuperMan, and honestly you’d be lying if you said you weren’t. It was one of the very first things the two of you had bonded over. You were both of the same mindset: SuperMan was good. He was a hero, he cared for the people and he always did the right thing, it just wasn’t always as smooth of sailing as everyone would like it to be. But you never seemed to disagreed with the decisions the hero would make.

So this? This was big, and Clark didn’t seem too thrilled.

“But he always tries to do the right thing,” Clark continued, frown lines snaking their way across his forehead. “Sometimes it doesn’t always work out but he always puts people first.”

You shrugged. “Yeah…but involving yourself in political affairs, especially those in other countries, kind of…” You pretended to search for the right words as you toyed with your pen for a few moments, before setting it on the table. It was just within Clark’s reach. “Gives the impression that he thinks himself to be above the law, above the people.”

Clark nearly twitched. “The law isn’t always right though.”

“No, but it is the law,” You shot back. Clark splayed his hands across the table, head tilting.

“The government doesn’t always put people first,” Clark’s voice was low. “If we’re talking about what I think we’re talking about, then he saved people’s lives.”

You shrugged again, mouth pulled into a thin line. “He still broke the law and didn’t answer to it. He behaves in a manner that indicates that he thinks himself to be above the law. So…” Clark was going to kill you for this. You gingerly picked up the pen and pointed it in Clark’s direction. “Is SuperMan pro criminal?”

It was bullshit, the lot of it, and it went against everything you believed in. SuperMan was right to have saved those people: human life was important, people were important. Governments and law makers were often corrupt and driven by greed and money but SuperMan? He always did the right thing, by your standards anyway, and now you were suddenly pro government. Clark looked not only baffled but nearly enraged.

“Where is this coming from?!” He demanded, plucking the pen from your fingertips. You could have rejoiced. “You are always on SuperMan’s side, the side of the people-” He was leaning over the table now, gripping the pen in one hand. “You love SuperMan and now you’re pro government?”

“I’m just saying Clark-” You started but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“No no no,” He sputtered. “People are important. A politician? Really? Really Y/N? After everything-” He stuttered, seeming to catch himself on his words. “He’s done for this planet, sometimes without thanks simply because it’s right you’d say that? Where is this coming from?!”

The pen clicked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

“Clark,’ The sudden shift in your voice, how low and calm you suddenly seemed as you met his gaze across the table. He paused, lips parted ever so slightly, dark brows still furrowed in a deep glare, glasses having slid down the bridge of his nose as he stared at you over them. “Why do you insist on defending SuperMan so much?” Your voice was levelled, gentle even. “I know you interview him often, and you insist he’s not your friend but you adamantly defend him…why?”

Clark studied you for a few moments, the pen clicking in his hand as he did. You were barely breathing, swallowing thickly before he spoke.

“Because he always tries to do the right thing,” He finally answered, though he was still leaning over the table, as if he wanted to drive his point through you. “And I thought you thought that way too.”

It was now or nothing.

“I do,” You were curt, near cold as you spoke. “Clark Kent, are you SuperMan?”

His expression barely shifted: eyes widening just a fraction, the ends of his brows shifting upwards, lips parting.

“Pardon?” He managed quietly. He blinked, blues eyes shifting between your E/C ones. You said nothing, heart beating in your ribs like a frightened bird against the confines of a cage.

“Are you SuperMan?” You asked again, desperately hoping only you could hear the slight tremor in your voice.

The pen clicked.

Once.

Twice.

“No,” He said, gaze flicking downwards for just a fraction of a second. His free hand lay flat against the table as he looked you over. “Why on earth would SuperMan be sitting at a desk all day? Wouldn’t he have other things to do?”

“You aren’t at your desk all day,” The words escaped you before you could swallow them. Clark was LYING. You’d caught him and your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your throat onto the table in front of you. The pen, the brows, the single hand movement-Clark Kent was lying. And maybe it only meant that he himself wasn’t SuperMan, that he knew him personally, but you didn’t care.

“Y/N,” Clark guffawed, but suddenly you could see right through it. He was trying to spin an infinitely bigger web of lies right before you. “What on earth makes you think I have another identity?”

You stayed silent, eyes boring into his. Silence was better, anything else gave him options and made him feel infinitely less intimidated. Aside from desperately wanting to know the truth, a part of you was downright livid that he had just tried to lie to your face.

A plan was slowly unfurling in your head, albeit it was a touch cruel, and you cocked your head to the side as you studied him. “Okay Kent,” You finally managed. “If you say so.”

Clark laughed, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief before he began to tease you, asking what had come over you and what on earth had made you think that let alone go so far as to ask him, and ‘had that whole politician thing just been a way to see if i’d crack’ and so forth. It was difficult to spend the rest of the meal pretending to be okay, to be normal, to not want to continue to press him for answers.

Clark Kent was hiding something and you were determined to figure it out.

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Day 17: Baking Cookies

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

A/N: Here we are on day 17! We have just over a week until Christmas! And maybe I will have a little surprise on New Years? I'll just say it was something promised long ago. Header by me, and divider by @cafekitsune

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It was a cold winter day in Smallville, the snow was falling and covering the Kent farm in a nice blanket of snow. The air smelled of baked goods, and Bing Cosby's voice filled the silence.

Like the song said, it was going to be a white Christmas after all.

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Does anyone have some good Clark Kent reader insert fic recs that are not just pure smut?

Like fluffy and/or angsty. They can have smut in them, just like have a plot to lol.

(Nothing against pure smut with no plot. Just not what I’m looking for.)

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Super Secret

Request: Hi, are you still taking requests? If you are could I please have an imagine where reader is superman’s twin sister and has been dating Bruce for 4-5 months, she loves him but he doesn’t know she’s a super, and Clark doesn’t know she’s dating Bruce and when he finds out he and Bruce get into a fight that she has to break up. Lots of fluff and angst and could it be longish?💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 1,185

Requests are Open

You were doing everything you could to ignore the knot in the pit of your stomach. You knew it was just nerves since you’d finally hit the meeting the family stage of the relationship with Bruce. You were head over heels about him, and having spent so much of your life feeling like an outsider, you were overjoyed to be loved as you were.

You picked your brother up from the train station, and as much as you tried to fight the anxiety down, it kept bubbling up. Clark always could read you like a book. You weren’t chatting away as you navigated the streets of Gotham to the restaurant, but instead stayed locked up in your own mind.

“It’ll be fine, Y/N,” he broke through your tense silence. “We already have one thing in common, we both love you.”

“I get that, but…” you trailed off.

“But he doesn’t know about what you can do, right?” Clark guessed. “There’s no real good time to bring something like that up in a relationship. You can’t just walk in one day and say, ‘Hey you know all of those alien super powers you read about? Yeah I can do that too. Have a good day at work.’ It just doesn’t work like that.”

“Well a girl can dream, can’t she?” you shot back. “I really love him, Clark. I don’t want him to be afraid of me or hate me from keeping this from him.”

That was one worry Clark really didn’t have an answer for. You knew he was going through the same thing in his own love life. You spent the rest of the ride to the restaurant in silence and anticipation for the dinner to follow.

Since you're taking DCEU requests now, may I request an imagine with Clark Kent? Imagine being Clark's s/o and comforting him when he's doubting the good he's done for Metropolis.

A/N: I apologise if this is terrible! I’ve never written for Clark or the DCEU before and I’ve only seen the films once. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know if you do!

Clark isn’t good at hiding his hurt around you. He can hide it just fine when he’s at work or when he’s around people that he needs to control himself around. But you? With just one look Clark can convey everything he’s thinking to you. It’s uncanny how attuned you are to one anothers senses.

It’s why, when he sits down on the couch in your shared apartment after a long day and turns on the television, you immediately grab the remote and turn it off. There’s a lot of stuff on there about Superman and none of it is particularly good. Half the world don’t trust him. The other half of the world that does are ignored by the half that don’t.

Clark furrows his eyebrows. “There’s more on the news?”

Slowly, you nod, sitting the remote back down on the coffee table. “I think it might be best to steer clear of the news and media as best you can for a day or two, Clark. It’s… it’s bad this time.”

He sighs and leans back against the couch. “I always think I’m doing the right thing when I’m out there. Today, I swore it was the right thing to do. But the media, the news and the reporters… they always say differently.”

You reach out and take his hand, giving it a squeeze. “You are doing the right thing. Every time you save a life, every time you save the world, it’s the right thing. Don’t doubt that, Clark. People are always going to judge Superman no matter what. But there are also always going to be people who won’t. People who will understand why you do what you do.”

Clark shuffles a little closer to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side. It’s silent in the apartment. The clock ticks. The rain outside thrums on the windows.

“It feels like I’m always taking one step forward and two steps back.”

Frowning, you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Clark. And anyone who says otherwise clearly doesn’t know you as well as I do,” you say, voice soft. “And Superman, too. He’s good, too. Sometimes… sometimes you just have to risk losing one life in order to save millions. And that’s okay.”

A small smile appears on Clark’s lips. He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“You think that’s okay?”

You nod. “That’s okay. You’re saving lives either way, Clark,” you assure him. “You just need to ignore what the news says about Superman. They only see what they want to see. They want to see Superman as a force of nature, here for good. But they also want to blame him for every little thing that goes wrong even if it’s not his fault. It’s not your fault.”

Clark rubs your arm softly. “Thank you.”

You smile and look up at him. “You’re a good man, Clark. You always will be.”

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What I Wouldn’t Do || Clark Kent

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader

Word Count: 2,868

Warnings: Multiple mentions of character death, some possibly upsetting themes on those lines.

Prompt: Based on parts of Superman Returns the movie, and Super Sons the comic.

Listen While You Read: What I Wouldn’t Do

Superman was back.

Nowadays news spread fast. But news of Superman? It spread like a wildfire through a forest suffering from a five-year drought. Which wasn’t that far from the truth.

The entire world was ecstatic. Bubbling with rumors about where he had disappeared to, and why. So of course, as a reporter, guess what you were expected to cover. And lucky you, look who had resurfaced just in the nick of time to be your little desk buddy again.

Clark Freakin Kent

Fan Freakin Tastic

Of course, you already knew his dirty little secrets; but he didn’t know yours. Not yet. But man were you going to give him an earful once you could just get him alone. There was no need to rush anything. The man had made you wait.

Five Freakin Years

The least you could do was wait five more minutes.

He sauntered into the office like he had never left. Like everything had been peachy when he walked away. Like everything was still supposed to be alright.

Co-workers passed by, slapping him on the back. Like it was just normal for someone to disappear for five years. Like it was okay.

It wasn’t okay. Not for you. Maybe it was a good thing for the public though. Superman back to save the day again. Great. When you were starting to move on. To believe he wasn’t coming back. He had to ruin it. And he had no idea.

“Hey, (y/n-“

A silent breeze brushed past him, and he was left staring at your empty chair. If you opened your mouth, you doubted you would be able to control what came out of it. You were afraid you might forgive him.

He was flying low. Still mourning.

You pulled out your cell, your thumb hovering over the send button.

We need to talk. You know where to find me.

You were in the kitchen of your apartment, fixing up an extra plate for the man with the cape. Was inviting him over the right thing to do? He had been in a funk for the past week, and it was getting harder by the minute to ignore him. He needed someone who understood just how deep his pain ran. He needed you. And maybe you needed him a little too.

The intercom buzzed and you let him in the building. You put the finishing touches on the meal, setting the table and placing the dirty cooking utensils in the sink.

A sturdy and customary three knocks sounded on the door.

“Jon, sweetie, can you get the door?” You grabbed a washcloth and began to wipe off the counter, erasing all evidence of your labor.

“Hi!” Your son greeted the man with his usual grin.

Clark’s eyes widened. “Uh, hello. I’m sorry, I must have the wro-“

“Nope, come on in, Clark!” You shouted from inside the apartment. As he entered, you walked around the island and watched the two interact.

“So. Who might you be?” He bent down to the boy’s height, sticking his hand out in greeting.

“I’m Jon.” His small hand grasped Clark’s large one, and the older gave it a firm shake, returning his smile.

“Well, Jon, I’m an old friend of your…” His eyes darted to you.

“Mom’s.” You replied, arms crossed.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, your… mom… and I go way back.”

He rose, letting his eyes wander around your apartment. The lower levels of your bookshelf now filled with children’s books, bins of toys tucked in corners and under tables, the fridge an art gallery of finger paintings, popsicle sticks, and alphabet magnets. Pictures of the two of you cluttered tabletops, cartoons flashed on the T.V., light up sneakers sat next to your work shoes by the door, a handmade superhero cape hung on the coat tree, a coloring book and crayons lay scattered on the coffee table. Much different than the last time he had been here.

“Would you show Mr. Clark to his seat?” You ruffled his hair as he looked up at you.

“Yes, mama.” He bounced on his toes, grabbing Clark’s hand and dragging him to the table.

“We’re having mac and cheese!” He jumped into his own chair and waited patiently for you and your guest to get seated.

“So why’s it… blue?” Kent poked at the cheesy blue pasta in front of him.

“It’s blue food Friday, of course.” You locked eyes with him as you took a swig from your cup, an unreadable expression covering his features.

Your dinner conversation varied, the main topic of interest seeming to always make its way back to the man of steel himself. Clark seemed to relax a little though, as did your son, starting to get to that sleepy stage that came before drifting off.

“Alright, little man. Time to get ready for bed.” You stood up, straightening out your clothes.

“Mama, I’m not…” He yawned, rubbing his eyes with his fists. “…tired.”

“Nice try. Come on, let’s go brush those pearly whites.”

“Okay...”

After getting him settled, you returned to find your kitchen spotless, Clark placing the last dish in the cupboard.

“Thank you.” You took a seat at the island.

“You’re welcome…” He sat down beside you, his expression more serious now that the two of you were alone. “I didn’t know you had a child.”

You looked down at your socks, studying the threads.

“There’s a lot of things you…” You sighed closing your eyes for a few seconds before continuing. “…I… I didn’t… Lois did.” Those words hurt. It felt like someone was twisting a knife in your gut. The gnawing and tearing in your stomach as the words tore out of you. “He’s yours, Clark.”

The two of you sat in silence, tears threatening to slip down your cheeks. And then they did. Pouring, spilling into your lap. Dampening the fabric of your pants. Your soft gasps for air. Your back heaving.

“I miss her,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, tears trailing down his face. “Clark, I miss her... I miss her so much…”

He placed his hand tenderly on your arm, and you rushed into him. The two of you slid to the floor, desperately clinging to one another as your bodies shook. Through the pain, both of you understood each other.

“There was nothing… nothing you could have done.” Feeling him tense at your words, you pulled away, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Yes, there was, if I just-“ His tears were full of anger now. Anger aimed at himself.

“No. No there wasn’t.” Your voice lowered nearly to a whisper. “Sometimes we lose people… Sometimes we have to keep going without them… I had to keep going without either of you. But you have me, Clark. Don’t go through this alone like I did.” You reached your hand you, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “I’m here.”

“Mama?”

Your son stood a couple of feet away, his Superman onesie still a little big around his feet. His stuffed duck hung limply from his left hand.

“Why are you sad?”

“Come here, baby.” You opened your arms and he shuffled over, melting into your lap. You held onto him tightly, burying your face in his coconut-scented hair. “We were thinking about your other mommy.”

“And that makes you sad?” You ran your fingers through his locks as you tended to do whenever you cuddled.

“Sometimes when you think about something happy, like mommy Lois, it makes you sad.”

“Why?”

“It makes you sad because you miss them being happy with you.”

“Oh.” He twirled his fingers in your hair, a habit he picked up from you.

“But sometimes it makes you happy too.”

“Can you be happy? I don’t like when you’re sad.”

You let out a laugh, giving him a squeeze.

“I’ll try, baby.”

“Okay.” He continued swirling your hair through his fingers. “Is Mister Clark sad about mommy too?”

Clark tried for a faint smile. “I was friends with your mommy a long time ago.”

“Really?” He sat up straighter in your lap, facing the older man.

“Yep.” His smile stretched a little wider, almost reaching his eyes.

“Tell me a story about her!” Excitement flowed through him. There were only so many stories you could tell him about her yourself.

“Manners, Jon.”

“Please?” He was practically bouncing, even though less than a minute ago he was almost asleep.

Clark met your eyes. “I guess if that’s alright with your mom.”

You smiled. “Only if someone can get himself into bed before I can count to five.” You removed your arms from around your little superhero. “One…”

He jumped up so quickly that he left his duck behind, lying on the floor.

“Here, don’t want to forget Chicken.” You held the stuffed toy out in Clark’s direction.

“Chicken? I hate to tell you, but that’s a duck.” He took the toy in his grasp, studying it thoroughly.

“Yes, a duck named Chicken.”

He gave you a quizzical look.

“Don’t look at me. He is your son after all.” You turned, heading towards the living room. “And don’t make it too long. He won’t fall asleep until you’re finished.”

Clark sat beside Jon’s bed. The boy had asked him to stay until he fell asleep. His son. Of course, it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever entertained the idea of having children of his own someday. If he had children he wanted to be a good parent like his had been. A good father. And so far he had missed five years of his son’s life. His and Lois’s son. It was still so hard excepting the fact that she was gone. Not gone like he had been. Gone forever. How had he let this happen?

The boy beside his rolled over in his sleep. “Goodnight, Superman.”

Clark lowered his voice to a whisper. “Goodnight, son.”

He rose, heading out to the kitchen to find you scooping up a couple bowls of ice cream.

“How…?” He stared at you dumbfounded.

“How, what? How did I figure it out? How long have I known? How did you think that a pair of glasses would protect your secret identity?” You swung the ice cream scoop around as you spoke.

“He called me Superman… Did you…?”

“Did I tell my five-year-old son that his father is Superman? The guy that hasn’t even been on the planet for his entire life? Are you kidding me? He idolizes you, of course, someone who looks exactly like Superman – because you are – would probably process in his half-asleep mind as his hero.”

He looked a little disappointed with your words. “Oh.”

You slid him a bowl and headed towards your couch.

“I am curious to hear the answers to those other questions though.” He joined you on the couch, taking a bite of the cold desert.

“Clark, you sat across from me for years. I spent the majority of my day staring at your face. It only took me like a week to figure you out. But it didn’t really matter, did it?” You stirred the contents of your dish slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“Nevermind. Sorry, I don’t mean to make this a pity party for myself. Just forget it.”

“No, please, tell me what you were going to say.”

You sighed, dropping your spoon, the metal clinking against the glass of the dish. “Lois and I were best friends. We both joined the Daily Planet around the same time, worked together, helped each other out, hung out in our free time. Neither of us had many other friends besides each other. You know all that, but here’s the part you obviously never figured out. One day this new guy shows up, same time as Superman mind you, and the office goes into a superhero frenzy. Lois and I get drawn in different directions at work, and all her free time is spent trying to figure out this Superman guy. So I keep working on my assignments, doing my job, going home and keeping myself busy. Now this Clark guy he gets put across from me, and we chat constantly, and I realize I’m starting to fall for this sweet, dorky guy who listens to me and cares for other people more than himself. He’s always devoting his time to helping his coworkers and never says a mean word to anyone. And then I realize whenever he vanishes Superman appears. I tried to brush it off as a coincidence. At the same time, Lois becomes the token reporter for everything Superman all those inside scoops and whatnot. But wait, it’s not just a one-way street. The way Clark looks at her, the way he’d drop what he was doing whenever she asked him to. So I bury my feelings. The two people I’m closest to are in love with each other. I want them to be happy so I back out. Focus on my work. Then Clark says he’s going on some trip – how nobody ever saw through those lies I’ll never know – and suddenly Superman’s gone. A couple of months later Lois tells me she’s pregnant. I know who’s it is, she doesn’t have to say anything. But she doesn’t know everything that I do, so I tell her. Months later Jonathan Samuel Kent is born. About a month after that Lois wants to take a breather and grab some stuff from work, I offer to pick it up for her, but she says she just needs to have a little while to herself. A couple of hours later an officer shows up at my door. Lois had listed me as Jon’s legal guardian if anything ever happened to her. I never thought that anything would actually happen. Suddenly my best friend is gone and she leaves me in charge of her child. The most precious thing in her life. And he’s only a month old. So now those two people closest to me are both gone and I’m left with a little of each of them brought together in this tiny baby. Eventually, the adoption papers go through. And I did it. I’m doing it. The best I can. And now a week ago his father shows back up. No clue how things have changed. And now he’s back but he’s broken without her. And it’s just... The whole thing is a mess, Clark.”

You picked up a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it in your mouth.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n).” He stared directly into your eyes, his mind still processing everything you had said. “I should have been here. You shouldn’t have had to go through all of this on your own. Nobody should have to go through so much on their own.”

“I want Jon to get to know his father. I want him to know you are. Who you really are.” You resumed stirring your dessert. “But I have to know you’re going to stick around. That you’re not going to disappear again. You’ve got to prove to me that you want to get to know your son, Clark.”

“I do. I want to get to know him. I haven’t wanted something so much in my entire life.” His face was taught with determination. “I’m not missing any more of his life. I’ve missed so much already.”

“Good talk, but now you’ve gotta back it up. Family game night’s Sunday at six.”

“Alright…” The corners of his mouth turned up slightly before falling again. “And I’m sorry… I … I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything. It was a silly little crush, and I got over it. Besides, it was a long time ago.”

“But still, I hurt you. That’s what I’m sorry for.”

“Yeah, big deal, you hurt my feelings by what? Falling in love?”

“With your best friend.”

“Yes, and she loved you.”

“I was happy for you guys, Clark. Yeah, maybe it hurt a little, but you two were so perfect for each other. I was just happy that you were both happy.”

“And then I left. I’m the one who messed things up.”

“It’s only human to make mistakes. And look at the bright side, you’re back now. You can make up for lost time. It’s far from too late for that.” You stood up to take your bowl out to the sink, done discussing old feelings with him. Old feelings that were resurfacing the longer you were around him. You couldn’t do that to Lois or to Clark. To fall for him again.

Clark followed you out to the kitchen, not really giving you the space you wanted to get your feelings under control.

“I should get going. Thank you for the talk, and the dinner… You’ve done such a good job raising Jon… I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Just don’t be a stranger, okay?”

He nodded. “Does this mean you’ll stop ignoring me at work then?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll take it.”

The two of you made your way over to the front door.

“Goodbye, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Clark. Fly safe.” You smirked, watching the extraterrestrial walk away.