Yo can we get a yandere superman (or any character that fits) with a reader who has romatoid arthritis. They struggle to move around or can't handle the cold cuz of their bad joints.
oh gosh~ as someone with Ehlers Danlos I completely understand the bad joints thing. Some days I can hardly sit in bed without crying, let alone getting out of it. I would kill to have a superman take care of me too on those days~
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Yandere Superman x Arthritic Reader
Nothing More Mentality
CW: yandere thoughts/tendencies, reader has Rheumatoid Arthritis, gn!reader, implied stalking, pushy Clark
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When first impressions are set upon, your new neighbor Clark Kent seems pretty distressed upon his first encounter of you gingerly nursing the joints in your hand. Your thumb pressed to the back of your other hand and rolling in circular motions to fight the sharp arcing pain that throbbed through the creaking area. He did not know you well enough to offer this, but he still (embarrassingly confidently) asked if he could be the one to massage your hand.
The quick-to-follow explanation of doing the same thing for his mother back on the farm was some sort of an ice breaker but you still wanted to tell him no... But... You said sure. And contrary to his demure demeanor, his grip was firm and his hands were large and hot while the movements of his fingers immediately had the tension in your body from being touched by a stranger to melt away.
Oh, oh my. He works at the Daily Planet with hands like these? He could be a world-class Masseuse with this talent and never see a day without business. It took you keeping these thoughts together that protected you from melting into his arms right there.
You stopped his ministrations and thanked him for the help. You weren't able to refuse his next request of accompanying you to wherever you were going - to make sure you got there okay, you were sure - And with this humanoid version of a Golden Retriever, you made your way to your apartment. He was very excited to let you know that his room was only four units down the hall from you.
He also seemed to miss the grimace-like smile you gave him back. Was this how they did things where he's from? You couldn't help the little invasive thought that he was making fun of you somehow. You were used to people not believing your need for breaks or your signs of pain just because you were younger than what they expected to be "reasonable" for someone with Arthritis. You really hoped this small town guy wasn't someone like them.
Judging by his accent its got to be from Arkansas or some place like that. He sounded like a country boy. He didn't seem to be quick on the trigger like them, but you learned to never judge by how they appear.
He bid farewell at the door and left you to your simple unit. You had bits and baubles of your hobbies set around each room and you walked directly to the cubby in your living room where you kept a majority of your medical items. While slipping on the compression glove, you couldn't help but think back to that guy once more... What was his name again? Clark...
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After the introduction and a short pause, your life returning to its normal balance of blah days and lasting pains, you were surprised and distressed to find that you had forgotten your much needed pain medication while stuck at work. The clouds had rolled in thick and dark shortly after you clocked in and the pressure was making you feel like your joints would explode. You couldn't help but think that you'd want that to happen, if it meant there would be a momentary relief from the building and pushing and throbbing cold pain from under your skin.
The heavy rain and strong winds persisted through the day, and carried on well into the evening and almost prevented you from leaving. If it wasn't for your coworker Maria offering to drive you home, knowing you couldn't walk in this weather and in your condition. She dropped you off just in front of your building and bid you goodnight. The pain was tremendous but the relief of going home made you push through it. Up until another heavy gust led you to tumble and slam into a road sign. The solid metal rang loudly and your groan joined it and sat there slumped for what may have been two minutes.
A blur of blue joined you in the grey scenery of the concrete sidewalk and a strangely unique set of strong, hot hands held you and supported you into standing.
"Here, let me help you up. A citizen in need on a dark day is a fine neighbor." The deep cadence of heroism made his voice sound like ringing metal too.
Clark? You couldn't help the name coming into your mind. The way he talked reminded you of the neighbor.
The hand holding you stiffened slightly as you analyzed the Hero's face. There was definitely some familiar marks, the eyes, the cheekbones the smooth flawless skin. But it was the oddly warm hands that have become a regular second thought that almost made you sure.
You thought of him?
"Superman?" You asked slowly, slightly putting some of your weight into his grip to relieve the pain somewhat. "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't he be fighting crime.
"Even criminals today have seemed to hold off do to this harsh weather. I am thankful that this means I was here to help you, citizen." His hero voice kind of made you want to laugh, but you weren't going to let him know that.
"Let me help you get to your home. Is this your residence?" Superman quickly followed his previous statement as we gestured to the tall apartment complex before you. You nodded and almost yelped as he swept your feet into a Princess carry without warning.
He floats to your floor and down to your door at your direction. As he sets you down and bids a farewell he turns to leave before turning to face you one last time with one last message.
"Anytime you need a helping hand, don't be afraid to call. I can hear you no matter where you are!" He smiled and lifted an arm to wave "But there are others who can be heroes just as much as me, there is surely a neighbor here or two who can always lend a hand. This is Metropolis, where everyone is a neighbor and friend!" He turned and left surprisingly quickly and you went back home.
You were only alone for you to grab a towel and start drying your hair from the rain before you heard some heavy but soft knocking on your door. Opening it showed a nervous looking Clark.
"OH! Hey Clark. It's been a while! How are you?" You asked.
"Oh! I've been good. Did.. Did you just hear superman in the hallways too? I wonder why he was here." You look to him for a split second before deciding to let him know. He seems relieved you're okay and gives you his phone numbers, both his home and his rarely-used cell phone in case the same thing happens again.
"You don't need to do that, Clark. I just have some pains and they were really bad today-"
"I don't mind!" He interrupted you, startling you both. It seems that even he didn't realize that he could just cut you off mid sentence like that. He was a little pushy, you guess, but he means well and it wasn't as if you *had* to call him. So you accepted, talked for a little bit longer - where he acted like a beaten puppy for yelling at you.
Ever since then you've seen what is basically the city's celebrity way more often than you were used to. Lois Lane herself was constantly visiting your building while investigating scoops and meeting her friend who works above you. You also saw Superman - the object of her investigating - near your building. One stray wave to you as he flew past a window in front of her led to Lois constantly asking about the relationship between you two.
She was... a lot pushier about there being something between you and the hero than you liked. You told her up front that he had only helped you while you were hurt and was merely concerned over you as a hero and the denizen of the city he protects. She didn't seem to agree with your "Nothing more" Mentality. Especially when the Superhero descended in front of the two of you leaving the building to greet you before her.
This was only the second time that he had spoken to you and he was greeting you before *THE* Lois Lane? The woman he was supposedly in love with? What was going on in the world? Lois looked at you in that particular way that said "What did I say?" and you ignored it to greet the overly kind hero.
He greeted you first, pausing and turning to Lois with a brisk nod of his head and her name before turning back to you.
"Reader. How are you doing? Are you... well?" He asked slowly, one of his hands was in the other as he seemingly pressed on his palm in nervousness? What for?
"O-oh! I'm fine. Superman." You spoke quickly, unsure and frankly embarrassed at this scene unfolding in front of your company office. This was surely going to make tomorrow hell.
"I was wondering, if you have some free time, would you allow me to take you somewhere?" There wasn't anything that you had planned for the evening so you technically could say yes but you were really hurting today and you just wanted to rest at home with a comfortable blanket and an ice pack. You didn't even want to think of how hard walking home would be...
When it took you a second of thought to decide, the hero follows up with "Can I at least take you home? I would feel awful if you refused me at least that for burdening you with my request."
How did he always seem to know what was on your mind? You agree to him walking you home, but was startled when he lifted you up into a princess carry once again and began a steady flight above the buildings to your home.
The whole flight you thought about this and that, the people at work, the people you've met and everything going on and why your world suddenly flipped on its head and why a literal Alien Superhero went so far out of his way to take you home.
Your mind went wild the entire time that you flew in the calming body heat of the hero and you didn't notice if he was talking to you or not... He was not.
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He was listening to your every racing thought and he felt his nervousness increase each time your thoughts directed themselves to why Superman was acting so *clingy*.
He wanted to cringe when you thought that but he didn't want to deny how often he thought about you. How strong and resilient you were, how small and cold your hand was on that rainy day... How ever since then he has only thought about you and had actually even slipped up and revealed his identity to Lois Lane. Why she supported his and your budding relationship, he couldn't figure out, but it definitely gave him an excuse.
He was just glad to have your frail body in his arms. And when he set you down in front of your door he listened to both your thoughts and you as you mulled over the words to say.
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"Thanks... Superman... Say..." You slowly pull these few words out of the jumbled mess of your mind. You don't even realize what you say next until it's out of your mouth.
"Are you my neighbor?" ... Silence filled the narrow deserted space you two were in. He stood well over a head's height over you and you swallowed.
You couldn't get the nervous smile of Clark Kent first meeting you out of your mind. The same face that he had again now. Once you said it aloud you couldn't unsee the similarities.
"Wait, wait. Never mind that was just a joke! I don't-" You were starting to ramble and you stopped when you was his shoulders jumping. He was... laughing. Quietly laughing and he put his forehead in his palm as he kept laughing and his large shoulders kept rising and falling viciously. You were about to turn and try to get in your house because it was making you scared when he suddenly stopped- as if he heard your fear.
"I don't know how you found this out when no one else here has-" Not even Lois Lane? You wondered. "Not even Lois, but- Now that you did... will you let 'Clark Kent' walk you home when 'Superman' can't?" His unnaturally bright blue eyes scared you as they stared deep into your shaking soul.
That didn't sound like a request.
"This isn't a request." It didn't feel like one. You swallowed heavily, maybe you should've paid attention to the warning signs.