david corenswet, the honorary pinoy king (and lumpia extraordinaire)
During the Superman promo, David, Rachel, and James travel to the Philippines. They do a segment where they make as many lumpia in a minute. They are shocked when David is not only good at it, but is surprisingly a pro at lumpia making.
David Corenswet x Filipina!Reader
in another life, david would not have sucked at this
The Manila heat is nothing compared to the warmth inside the studio, where lights beam down on the makeshift kitchen counter set up for today’s segment. Cameras are already rolling, and fans are watching from behind the barricades, screaming as soon as the cast of Superman enters the frame.
David Corenswet, towering in a simple navy shirt, waves politely with that charming smile that makes the whole room lose its mind. Beside him, Rachel Brosnahan radiates her usual elegance, chatting excitedly with the host. James Gunn lingers at the back, looking amused like a proud dad watching his kids.
“Alright, guys!” the host says, gesturing to a bubbly Filipina influencer wearing a crown that reads Lumpia Queen. “Today, you’re gonna learn how to make lumpia—our Filipino spring rolls! And we’re gonna have a little competition.”
Lumpia Queen grins. “Whoever folds the most lumpia in one minute wins bragging rights as the true superhero of the kitchen!”
Rachel laughs. “Oh no, I’m already nervous. I can barely fold laundry.”
David chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he studies the ingredients. He looks calm—maybe too calm.
“You’ve never done this before, right?” Rachel asks him.
David gives a small shrug, almost shy. “Uh… we’ll see how it goes.”
James points at him, teasing. “Don’t let him fool you. This guy’s competitive as hell.”
The timer is set. Lumpia wrappers, bowls of meat filling, and water bowls line the table. The influencer gives a quick demo: place the filling, fold the sides, roll tightly, seal with water. Simple enough… if you’ve done it before.
“Ready?” the host calls out. “Three… two… one—GO!”
Chaos erupts. Rachel struggles immediately, laughing as her first wrapper rips in half. “This is impossible!” she groans, while James looks like he’s handling a delicate science experiment.
But David—David is focused. His big hands move fast but precise, fingers tucking and rolling with ease. One lumpia done. Two. Three. His movements are smooth, confident, almost rhythmic, like he’s done this a hundred times before.
The Lumpia Queen notices first. “Wait—what?!” she exclaims. “You’re so good at this!”
David just smiles, dimples flashing as he keeps rolling. “Beginner’s luck,” he says casually.
The timer ticks down. Rachel is on her second lumpia, laughing uncontrollably, while James holds up a sad, misshapen roll. “This looks like a burrito,” he groans.
Meanwhile, David—calm, collected, and competitive—hits eight lumpia by the time the buzzer sounds.
“STOP!” the host yells, and everyone freezes.
The table looks like a battlefield. Rachel’s wrappers look like wadded paper, James has two questionable creations… and then there’s David, whose plate is lined with perfect rolls, neat and tight like they came out of a restaurant kitchen.
The room erupts. Fans behind the cameras scream. The influencer gapes. “David! What was THAT?!”
David chuckles, holding his hands up like he’s been caught. “What can I say? Guess I’ve got a hidden talent.”
“No, seriously,” Rachel says, laughing as she compares her sad lumpia to his. “You were so fast! That wasn’t beginner’s luck.”
James narrows his eyes. “You’ve done this before.”
David hesitates for a beat—then grins, sheepish but proud. “Okay, fine. I had an advantage.”
David glances at the camera, then back at them. “My wife is Filipina,” he says simply, and the entire room goes silent for half a second—before it explodes.
The host looks stunned. “Wait—Superman is married to a Filipina?!”
David just laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… she taught me how to make lumpia when we were dating. Let’s just say I’ve had a lot of practice. She’s amazing. She actually makes better lumpia than me, obviously.” He held up one of his rolls and smirked. “But… I think I did okay.”
Fans in the background are losing it, chanting “WHO’S THE WIFE?!” while Twitter is probably melting down at this very moment.
The Lumpia Queen beams. “Well, please tell Mrs. Superman that she raised you right—these are perfect!”
David smiles, dimples deep and eyes soft, like he’s thinking about you. “I’ll tell her,” he says, voice warm.
And just like that, the segment ends with David crowned the official Lumpia King, the internet spiraling over the secret wife reveal, and Rachel still muttering, “I can’t believe you kept that quiet for this long.”
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The next morning, the cast found themselves sitting on a sleek couch in a brightly lit studio for one of the biggest morning shows in the Philippines. The audience was buzzing with excitement, and the hosts were equally thrilled to have Superman himself live in the flesh.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host beamed into the camera, “please welcome David Corenswet, Rachel Brosnahan, and director James Gunn!”
Applause erupted as the three waved. David looked effortlessly relaxed in a light blue button-up, sleeves rolled up just so, that familiar soft smile on his face.
After a few questions about the movie and their characters, the host leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “David, you seem very comfortable here in the Philippines. Have you ever been here before this trip?”
David chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, actually. Not for work, though. A while back. And, uh… let’s just say I underestimated the sun. Got a nasty sunburn that time.”
The crowd laughed.
Rachel turned to him, eyes wide. “Wait, you’ve been here before and didn’t tell us?!”
He shrugged, grinning. “Guess it didn’t come up.”
The host wasn’t done yet. “Okay, then you have to tell us… what’s your favorite Filipino food?”
David tilted his head, thinking. “Oh, that’s tough. There’s so many good ones. But, uh…” He paused, eyes narrowing like he was pulling the word from deep memory. “There’s… dinu—dinuguan. Yeah.”
The host’s eyebrows shot up, and the crowd erupted.
“Dinuguan?!” Rachel repeated slowly. “What is that?”
David gave a sheepish smile before launching into an explanation. “It’s like… a pork stew. Rich, savory, a little tangy. But the broth is… pig’s blood.”
James blinked. “Excuse me?”
The host laughed, delighted by their reactions. “Very authentic answer!”
“And there’s another one I love,” David continued, tapping his fingers as he tried to remember. “Uh… squid? I forget the word in Tagalog, but it starts with a P. Cooked in its own ink… uhm—”
“Pusit?” the host offered.
“Yes! That one!” David snapped his fingers, grinning. “Adobong pusit. Amazing. A little salty, savory, the ink gives it this… really deep flavor.”
Rachel’s jaw dropped. “You’re telling me your favorite dishes are pig’s blood stew and squid cooked in ink?!”
David laughed, clearly enjoying their shock. “What can I say? They’re delicious.”
The host grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re truly Filipino if those are your favorites.”
David chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been told that. Honestly, I joke that I’m the token white guy at every Filipino party.”
The audience burst into laughter, and David leaned back, still grinning.
Rachel tilted her head. “Do you just… go to Filipino parties all the time?”
David smirked but didn’t elaborate much—though the glint in his eyes said enough.
The host, sensing a viral moment, leaned forward. “You even know some Tagalog, don’t you?”
David hesitated for a moment, like debating whether to admit it, then said softly, “Yeah, actually.”
The audience gasped, then cheered.
Rachel blinked again. “Wait, you do?”
“Of course,” David replied smoothly, then grinned at the host. “Learned from my wife. She still speaks it with her family.”
Another collective gasp from the audience, followed by thunderous applause and delighted squeals. David laughed at the reaction, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Wow,” the host said, fanning themselves dramatically. “You know, a lot of people online already call you an honorary Filipino. After this interview? That title is official.”
David smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he said, “That means a lot. I’ll take it. Proud to be one. I'll be everyone's Kuya. Or tito.”
And just like that, Twitter—and every Filipino social media platform—went into meltdown. Clips of David casually saying “dinuguan,” “adobong pusit,” and “Tito” shot to trending within the hour. Fans flooded the comments with heart emojis, jokes about adopting him, and memes calling him David Corenswet: Superman by day, Tito by night.
At home, you couldn’t stop laughing as you scrolled through the trending hashtags: #DavidCorenswetPH #TokenWhiteGuySaHandaan #SupermanKnowsDinuguan
Your phone buzzed with a text from him:
David: Guess I just became an honorary Filipino. You: Honorary?! After that interview, you’re definitely a full-fledged pinoy. Complete with the Filipino passport.
You sent a photo of the trending hashtags, and seconds later, his reply came:
David: Wait… TokenWhiteGuySaHandaan??? You: You did this to yourself, babe.
You could almost hear his laugh through the screen.
