He's always hugging you. He adores how much taller and broader he is compared to you and uses it to tease you and make you nervous.
Not at the beginning of the relationship, though. When you and him started dating he was a nervous wreck, hands sweating and not speaking loud enough for you to hear. Now he's wayyyy bolder.
He keeps flirting with you after already being partners. His favorite activity is making you blush and giggle.
He lets you borrow his sunglasses anytime you want. He has a picture of you with them as his homescreen.
He's more strict with his jacket, not letting almost anyone touching it (even less wearing it). He does get you a jacket to match with his.
He's the type to have a room full of posters and decorations. He loves when you ask him about them.
Thrift shop dates!!! You and him spend hours going up and down the aisles, searching for hidden jewels.
Every once in a while he asks you to pierce him (you have absolutely no experience but you were the one who pierced his lobes, so now he just asks even though he know you would never pierce his cartilage)
He snores. Loud and constantly. Then he has the audacity to tell you that you kick him while you sleep.
He lets you put make up on him. Specially eyeliner, he loves how the smudge black around his eyes looks on him. And he also likes how you sit on his lap when you do it.
You had to teach him how to kiss with tongue.
He cries during movies. Like, A LOT. I'm not talking about a few tears in Aftersun like everybody. He sobbed during and after Finding Nemo
When he's feeling down, his favorite place is between your arms. Both of you laying in bed on your sides, him with his head buried in your tummy and with his arms around your waist and you playing with his hair.
pairings: conner kent x afab!reader, superboy x afab!reader, kon-el x afab!reader,
content: small town romance; you come back to smallville for some family time, but instead meet a new neighbor, conner kent and end up babysitting at Smallville’s Fall Festival
warnings: none! fluffy fluff fluff!
wc: 2.3k
a/n: surprise! part three of falling in love is posted!
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The farmhouse always smelled faintly of cinnamon in the fall — the scent of your aunt’s simmering potpourri clinging to the old wood and lace curtains. She’d already left a note on the counter when you arrived that morning:
Conner’s bringing Alex and Jon back from school today. Be a dear and let them in. Love you.
You’d barely finished unpacking in the guest room when the low growl of a truck engine carried down the dirt road. Dust curled up behind the vehicle, framed by rows of corn swaying in the late afternoon sun.
You stepped out onto the porch just as the pickup rolled to a stop.
The passenger door flung open first. Alex came barreling out like a cannonball, his backpack half-zipped and hair sticking up from the wind. “You’re here!” he shouted, practically launching himself into your arms. You laughed, catching him as he hugged you tight.
“Missed you too, buddy,” you said, smoothing a hand over his hair.
Alex pulled back, his grin wide. “Are you coming to the fall festival with us tonight? Please say yes! Jon and I already have a plan — there’s games, funnel cake, and the corn maze!”
You chuckled. “Sounds like you’ve thought this through.”
As you straightened, the driver’s door opened with a heavy click. Conner Kent stepped out, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe.
He moved with an easy confidence, rugged in his worn jacket and dark jeans, broad shoulders catching the last of the sun. Handsome didn’t quite cover it; he looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine shoot and wandered into the wrong backdrop, somehow both out of place and perfectly at home against the cornfields.
Jon hopped down from the truck bed with practiced ease, already racing to catch up with Alex. But Conner lingered, his blue eyes finding yours with a look that was steady and curious.
You shifted Alex onto his feet just as Conner strolled up the porch steps.
“Guess I don’t need to ask who you are,” he said, voice warm, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “Alex hasn’t shut up about his cousin all week.”
You raised a brow, fighting the smile pulling at your lips. “All good things, I hope.”
“Depends,” Conner drawled, head tilting as he gave you an unapologetic once-over. “Didn’t mention you were this pretty. Might’ve kept that part to himself so the rest of us wouldn’t get jealous.”
Heat rushed up your neck before you could stop it. “Do you always flirt on porches in the middle of the day?”
“Only when I meet someone worth it.” His grin widened just slightly, the confidence softened by something sincere in his eyes. He extended his hand. “Conner Kent.”
You slipped your hand into his, pulse jumping at the easy strength of his grip. “Nice to meet you, Conner.”
Before the moment could stretch further, Alex tugged insistently at your arm. “So you’re coming to the festival, right? Right?”
You glanced down at him, then back at Conner, whose raised brow and faintly amused smile made the decision feel inevitable.
“Yeah,” you said, laughing softly. “I’ll come.”
Conner’s smirk deepened, as if he’d been waiting for that answer. “Good. Festival’s more fun with good company.”
You ran inside quickly to leave your aunt a note and grab a jacket for both you and Alex. When you finished locking up, you turned around to see that the boys were already piled into the back seat of Conner’s truck. He circled around, pulling the passenger door open with a small flourish.
“Front seat’s yours,” he said, voice low enough to make your stomach flip. Then, with that half-grin: “Pretty girl rides up front.”
Rolling your eyes didn’t stop your cheeks from burning. “Wow, another line? You’ve got a line for everything, don’t you?”
“Not everything,” he said, steady as he helped you up. “Just for moments with you.”
At that, you raised an eyebrow as you climbed into the vehicle. “That one just might take the cake.”
Conner gives you another breathtaking smile as he closes the door and comes around the car to get into the driver's seat.
The truck rumbled to life, tires crunching over gravel as you headed toward town. The boys in the back debated loudly about which game they’d dominate first. But in the front, the world shrank to you and Conner. The easy warmth of his presence, the casual brush of his hand against yours when he shifted gears, the low rumble of his laugh when you teased him about his truck looking older than both of you combined.
“Careful,” he said, glancing at you with that lopsided grin. “She might be old, but she’s loyal. Can’t say that about everything.”
“You know,” you said, glancing at the worn dashboard, “for someone who looks like he just stepped out of a magazine, I didn’t peg you for the rusty pickup type.”
Conner shot you a look, one brow cocked, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Magazine, huh? Didn’t realize you’d been staring that hard.”
You scoffed, leaning back in the seat. “Please. Don’t flatter yourself. Just saying you look a little… out of place.”
“Out of place?” He chuckled low, shifting gears, the brush of his hand against yours sending a jolt through you. “I grew up in fields like these. Corn, hay, the whole deal. Trust me, I fit.”
You tilted your head, a sly smile curving your lips. “Oh, I don’t know. You’ve got this whole rugged, brooding vibe going on. Bet you make half the girls in town trip over themselves at the diner.”
Conner’s grin widened, sharp but playful. “And would you be jealous if they did?”
“Jealous?” You laughed, shaking your head. “Not a chance. I’d just feel bad for them.”
His brows lifted. “Feel bad?”
“Yeah,” you said, voice warm with teasing. “Because you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d be interested in someone tripping over their own feet. You seem like the type who prefers someone who can keep up.”
Conner’s gaze flicked from the road to you, lingering long enough to make your heart skip. “You’re not wrong.”
You arched a brow, meeting his look head-on. “Good thing I don’t trip easily.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as if you’d surprised him. “Pretty girl and sharp tongue. Dangerous combo.”
“Dangerous?” you echoed, feigning innocence. “Or just a challenge?”
His smile softened into something that made your stomach flutter. “Maybe both.”
The kids’ laughter spiked from the backseat, pulling the spell just slightly. But Conner’s eyes still lingered on you, that grin playing at his lips like he’d already decided tonight was going to be more than just a festival. It was a chance of something new starting here.
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The truck rolled into Smallville’s town square, transformed for the weekend into a fall postcard. Strings of lanterns crisscrossed overhead, glowing against the deepening twilight. The smell of popcorn, fried dough, and spiced cider carried on the cool air. Laughter spilled from every direction — kids darting between stalls, couples wandering hand-in-hand, the Ferris wheel lights glittering at the edge of it all.
The second Conner parked, Jon and Alex shot out of the backseat like rockets.
“Corn maze first!” Jon shouted.
“No, the water tank!” Alex countered, already sprinting toward the line of booths.
“Boys,” Conner called, calm but firm, “stick where we can see you. Last thing I need is explaining to your parents how you got lost in a hay bale.”
They slowed just enough to promise they’d stay within sight before darting off again.
You shook your head with a laugh. “I don’t know how you keep up with them.”
Conner’s lips tugged into that slow, lopsided grin. “Practice. Want me to show you the secret?”
“Sure,” you said, amused.
He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours, voice low. “You don’t keep up. You let them run themselves tired, then collect them later.”
You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “Smart. I’ll keep that in mind.”
You walked together down the lantern-lit row of stalls, the boys darting from game to game. One stall in particular caught your eye, its shelves lined with stuffed animals in neon colors. A floppy-eared dog with a black patch over one eye sat right in the center. It looked exactly Winnie, your boy waiting at home for you.
You lingered a beat too long before moving on, saying nothing. But Conner noticed.
“Hang on,” he murmured, peeling away toward the booth.
You frowned as he dropped tickets on the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Testing my aim,” he said casually, rolling his shoulders back as the game runner set up a pyramid of tin cans.
You pause next to him and look at him, tilting your head, causing him to look back and smile broadly at you. Finally, you cross your arms, smirking. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the stuffed dog I just looked at, would it?”
“Maybe.” He picked up the ball, his grin widening. In one smooth throw, he knocked the stack clean off the table.
The kids cheered. You couldn’t help laughing, trying to play off your enthusiasm at your new gift. “Show-off.”
Conner smirked, grabbing the dog from the attendant and holding it out to you. “Pretty girl deserves her prize.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks as you hugged the plush to your chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze lingering on you longer than it should have. “But you’re smiling, so I’ll take it.”
“Corn maze now!” Alex declared, tugging Jon toward the entrance, once again breaking up the vibe. Before you could protest, the kids were already ducking between the tall stalks.
You sighed. “They’re going to lose us.”
“Good.” Conner fell into step beside you, shoulder brushing yours as you followed the boys into the golden maze. His voice dropped low, teasing. “Means I get a few minutes alone with you.”
Your pulse skipped. “Bold of you to admit it.”
“Not bold,” he said, grinning as the lantern light cut across his jaw. “Honest.”
You gave him a look, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You keep saying that like it makes all your lines true.”
He stopped just long enough to catch your gaze. “Maybe it does.”
The weight of his eyes lingered, steady and sure, until Alex’s voice rang out from somewhere ahead with a ‘This way!’, breaking the eye connection.
You both laughed, weaving deeper into the stalks after them. But the warmth of that look clung to you, thrumming through every step, and you couldn’t help thinking of the Ferris wheel in the distance, glowing, promising something more before the night was over.
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By the time the four of you regrouped near the food trucks, Jon and Alex were flushed and grinning, their hands sticky with cider and powdered sugar. The boys were still buzzing with energy, but when your aunt appeared from the crowd with a warm smile, they practically launched themselves at her.
“Go on,” she said, smoothing Alex’s hair as he chattered about the maze. “I’ll take them for another round of cider. You two enjoy yourselves.”
You blinked, heat rushing up your neck. “Oh, no, that’s—”
But your aunt only winked, tugging the boys toward the pumpkin display. “Ferris wheel’s this way. Don’t waste the night.”
Embarrassment clawed at your throat. You turned quickly to Conner. “You don’t have to..”
He didn’t let you finish. His hand brushed yours, warm and certain, before sliding into your palm fully. His grip was steady, his smile softer than you’d ever seen it.
“I want to,” he said simply. Then, with a gentle tug, “Come on, pretty girl.”
Your breath caught, and before you knew it, you were walking hand in hand toward the towering wheel glowing against the night sky.
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The ride swayed gently as you climbed higher, the festival shrinking below into a wash of lights and laughter. The cool air carried the scent of kettle corn and hay, the sound of the band muffled now by distance.
Conner sat close, his arm draped casually along the back of the seat, his fingers brushing the edge of your shoulder. Casual, but every slight shift of the cart made you lean just a little closer.
“Not what you expected tonight?” he asked, his voice low, carrying easily in the quiet.
You laughed softly. “Not even close. But, I’m not complaining.”
His lips curved into that familiar grin, but there was something gentler behind it now. “Good. Because I’m not either.”
The wheel slowed, pausing near the very top. From here, the view stretched for miles — the cornfields glowing silver under the moon, the town square twinkling with lanterns. And then, just as if the night had been waiting for this moment, the first firework cracked open the sky.
Color burst across the darkness, painting Conner’s face in gold and crimson. He turned, and his eyes found yours, steady and unguarded.
You tried to speak, nerves tangling with the words. “Conner, I—”
But he leaned in, his forehead brushing yours, his voice a whisper that sank straight to your chest. “I know.”
And then his lips were on yours.
The kiss was warm, certain, and achingly sweet, the kind that made your heart flip, the kind that felt like it had been waiting for years, not hours. His hand cradled your jaw, steady as if he’d known you’d melt into him.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, the fireworks still flared above, but neither of you looked away.
Conner’s smile softened, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Knew tonight’d be worth it.”
You laughed, giddy and full, tucking your head briefly against his shoulder as the ride began its slow descent.
And for the first time in a long time, with the lights of Smallville glowing below and Conner’s hand warm in yours, you felt like the world was exactly as it should be.
a/n: a double hitter? i believe so! my first time writing for conner as well, so be kind if he's out of character.
thank you for reading, leave a like, reblog, or comment, whichever feels right to you! again, another smooch for you!
But our hope has turned to something else (happiness, I think)
The Twelve Days of Christmas - event masterlist here
pairing: conner kent x reader (gender neutral, no use of y/n)
length: 1.1k
genre: fluff, comfort
warnings: none except that I'm never getting over that one time I had frozen cheesecake on a stick at a canadian christmas market and froze to death
a/n: I'm endeavouring to enjoy the holiday season so c'mere and tell me smth nice tell me what you're doing for it
"Oh - my god," you mumble, your lips half frozen as you try to talk. "Did we think this was a good idea?"
"It's cheesecake on a stick," Kon counters, but his own voice is a bit thin in the cold. "How is it a bad idea?"
"Frozen cheesecake on a stick," you remind him, even as you take another bite.
Metropolis always does Christmas markets well, you think - endless stalls lined up, lights strung up in every tree, little bonfires scattering the pathways to keep people warm.
Or to try to keep people warm, you correct yourself sort of miserably as you stare down at the cheesecake slice in your hands.
"At least the chocolate's good," Kon shrugs, his holiday spirit wholly unaffected as he snaps a piece of the chocolate coating off to eat.
"We should've saved hot chocolate for after this," you sigh as you nibble at some of the chocolate on your own slice. "It could've warmed us up."
"We can have hot chocolate again," he shrugs easily, holding out a hand to you as you step across a particularly icy spot on one of the pathways.
"You sure are burning a hole in that card," you say wearily as you take his hand, letting him keep you steady while you walk.
"Well, what daddy doesn't know won't kill him," he retorts, a mocking sort of slant to his voice.
"No, but it might kill you when he finds out," you point out - but really, it's difficult to be unhappy on a night like this. The snow on the ground crunches beneath your feet, more flakes swirling around and getting caught in your hair as you walk. And the credit card that Kon had swiped from Lex assures that you're dragged towards any booth you look at for too long, leaving with another bag over your arm.
"It's fine," Kon shrugs your concern off, but when you shoot him a disbelieving look, he grins.
"It's worth it," he corrects himself, and you squeeze his hand in yours in thanks.
"Ok, I'm giving up," you sigh, stopping by one of the little garbage cans that line the paths to throw out what's left of your cheesecake. "And I'm freezing again."
"More hot chocolate?" Kon suggests, abandoning his own cake without complaint.
"Or," you snap your fingers. "I wonder if any of the stalls have eggnog - you know, hot eggnog."
"Or - we haven't done mulled wine yet," he reminds you. "Or cider."
"Oh, hot apple cider," you sigh dreamily, pretending to swoon into his arms a bit and laughing when he steadies you with an arm around your waist, sturdy and unmoving underneath your weight.
"Do you still want to do funnel cakes?" he asks kindly as he keeps his arm around you, swaying the two of you back and forth gently to the tune of whatever Christmas song is wafting from the speakers.
"Oh yea," you nod. "Oh - I wonder if they have those waffles dipped in chocolate?"
"I'll check for them," he squeezes your waist gently. "Ok, why don't you go find us a place to sit, yea? Somewhere really close to one of those fires. I'll hit a few of the stalls and meet you there."
"Ok," you agree easily, but when he bends down to press a quick kiss to your lips, you laugh and squirm away. "Your face is cold. Go get a hot drink."
"Mean," Kon shouts over his shoulder as he walks away, stepping carefully over a pile of snow.
You blow him a freezing kiss, and he melts a bit, sending you one last soft, little smile before he points to the bonfires.
It's odd, you think as you settle by one of them, propping your feet up on the seat next to you to make sure to save it for him.
It's different, you think as you watch the fire flicker and waver in the freezing wind, warmth pouring off of it in an endless, rolling stream.
The speakers dotted around the booths still play slow, little Christmas songs, an ever-present background as the endless, scattered lights shimmer in all the colours of the holiday. A group of teenagers sits at the bonfire next to you, chatting and giggling and smiling in that way that you're sure makes their cheeks hurt.
Something sort of fizzes in your chest when you remember that you know what that feels like these days.
"Oh my god -" you cut yourself off with a startled laugh as Kon walks towards you carefully, several different desserts balanced in his arms while a worker from one of the stalls trails after him, tray of drinks in hand.
You lift your feet off the seat next to you hastily, helping them both dump everything down onto the frozen picnic table while Kon thanks the boy and lets him get back to his job.
"What did you get?" you ask, but you can't really keep the joy out of your voice - and you find that you really don't want to.
"Well, all the drinks you wanted," he says obviously. "They did have hot eggnog. And cider, and the mulled wine, and I got more hot chocolate just in case. Anyway, I couldn't find the waffles you wanted, but I did get funnel cakes, and I got another cheesecake because I think that, now, while we're warm and we have the fire, we should try again, and I got -"
You don't really realize the lovestruck state you're giving him until he cuts himself off, stopping to smile sheepishly and sit down next to you.
"What's that for?" he murmurs, sticky sweet and gentle.
"I'm just having a good time," you shrug - and it's true, you think, something soft making a home in your heart.
"Yea?" he murmurs, nudging a cup of cider towards you.
"Yea," you say softly. "It's almost worth the trouble you'll get in with Lex for stealing his card."
"Don't worry about that, baby," Kon says gently, flashing a beaming sort of smile at you. "It's worth it. It's so worth it."
To see you happy, is the part that he doesn't say out loud, but you smile at him like you already know.
"That's lucky," you murmur.
"Not luck, babe. Just love."
You scoff at that, flicking him on the forehead gently.
"Whatever," you say, a quip hidden by a heavy blanket of love that you just can't shake. "You're eating that cheesecake on your own, by the way. I'm not doing that again."
"Whatever makes you happy, babe," he says - and how lucky, you think, to know something so heavy is also so true.
(repost because Tumblr hates me and flagged it as mature!)
Being invulnerable means a lot of things for Conner Kent. It means he can be a bit more reckless during fights, means he can bounce back relatively quick from hard hits, it means he doesn’t scar from common attacks. Sure he might have a few here and there from special situations but he’s invulnerable! The average villain does little to scratch his weird half-kryptonian, half human armor. The same cannot be said for you.
Sure, your crazy weird bat-training can get you far but Batman’s weirdly complex training regime can’t stop a bullet piercing skin. It can’t stop how knives slice at flesh and fabric. Conner forgets you’re human, for no specific or inherent reason…he just does! But here? He is reminded: you’re human. His hands slid over revealed hips and warm skin, pausing ever so slightly when he snags the edge of a keloid scar. Your skin twitching at the small contact, his blue eyes raking over the bumpy tissue.
“ This one? “ he murmured, body sliding down your shared bed to press a chaste kiss against the scar, it was large and gross. His brain already imaging, aliens or a laser ray. Some weird Superhero stuff!
Your gentle hum when you pulled your attention away from the book in your hands filled the room. You weren’t really reading it, one of those kinda badly written books you turn your brain off to read. “ That? A bullet, got it in my earlier years as Batgirl. “ You hum out, casting a small glance and raised brow at his expression. He genuinely looked like a kicked puppy. “ Don’t look so sad, it’s fine. It happened like….I dunno five years ago? It’s not the worst thing I’ve experienced. That one? “ You pull up your shirt and motion to a thick one between your 6th and 7th true ribs. “ A graze from some kinda alien tech. It hurt like a bitch. “ He pressed a gentle kiss to the scar, blue eyes looking up at you through his lashes. Your hands faltered a bit before setting down the book and placing them into his hair. Head cocking to the side as your hips adjusted, lying flat against the bed. “ You’re real sweet.
“ Your voice murmurs into the space between you, lips pulled into a lazy smile. Nights like this were the best, tired blinks and sleepy actions that burn into your skin. He pressed his lips against a crevice on your bellybutton, a bad run in with Pyg. He hummed into your skin, murmurs of how pretty you were. The words dripping with the slurred honey of sleep, nose pushing into your skin with each kiss.
“ so beautiful, “ he murmured, kissing one that fell straight down the canyon between your chest. “ you’re so beautiful. “
His hands gently resting against your skin, his movements like a sacred worship. His kisses reverent against your skin. Your scars clung to you like sins, failures and miscalculations. Things you’ve been trained better against, you always viewed them that way.
But maybe, just for tonight, you’ll let him convince you the twisted tissues and torn skin are beautiful.
AN: this is probably pretty ooc 😖💔
I’m just a girl guys I promise I’ll get better with time.
Synopsis: Wait, what do you mean you know people in college, Conner?
TW: not proofread
A/N: I legit give up on Flufftober. Now I see why I never participate in inktober anymore
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Y/N stood in her bathroom apply the last bit of blush to her cheeks, hoping to give herself a childish appearance. Once she was satisfied with her makeup, she grabbed her wings and slip the straps over her shoulders right as a soft knock echoed throughout her bedroom.
She smiled to herself and gave a once over look before shutting the lights off in her bathroom and rushing over to her window. She drew the curtains and saw her (secret) beloved boyfriend, Conner Kent, floating just outside her window.
Conner wore his usual bright colored Superboy attire, including his studded black leather jacket and circular black sunglasses. He waved at her with a small smile, though it only seemed to widen upon seeing his Y/N’s costume.
She opened her window, and the first thing out of Conner’s mouth was a whistle. “Damn, you looked great. And here I thought you were gonna be like every other girl and dress up as a sexy cat.”
Y/N laughed and gave a spin, showing Conner her homemade ladybug costume. “There’s too many cats in my life. I don’t wanna be another one.” She says, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Conner’s lips before pulling away. “You could have dressed up, you know. You don’t always have to be Superboy.”
Conner shrugged, “and dress up as what? Costumes are lame.” He paused before adding, “but yours isn’t. Anyway, um, are you ready to go? I got the address to the party and everything.”
Y/N raised a brow, “how exactly did you hear about this party?”
“Friends.” Conner assures, “though between us, we may be the youngest people there.”
Her eyes widened, “you’re not sneaking us into a college party, are you?!”
Conner shrugged again, and reached for Y/N’s hand giving her a small tug. “Come on, babe. We ain’t got all night.”
Y/N nodded with a giggle, and Conner helped pull her up into his arms, her bedroom door opened to reveal Alfred. He stood at her bedroom door with a brow raised, “sneaking off, are we?”
“Alfred!” Y/N exclaimed, frantically trying to get our Conner’s grasp as he helped her go back inside the safety of her bedroom. “You can’t tell Bruce!” She continued, rushing to her butler. “You can’t tell him about Conner, or he will personally—.”
“I’m aware, Mistress Y/N.” Alfred nods, “your secret is safe with me. However, if you plan on sneaking out, do it quieter next time. I heard you all the way down the hallway.”
Y/N’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment before Alfred saw them off, promising to keep Y/N’s secrets.
Conner held Y/N close to his chest and flew them across the city, landing just outside a warehouse that was pumpin’ with loud music and bright lights. Conner set Y/N down first before joining her on the ground, she glanced at all the cars that belonged to everyone attending the college party.
“How’s it feel to be out and about with no silly bat costume on?” Conner asked, his hand finding hers.
“Exciting.” Y/N smiles, “but I feel like Bruce already knows I’m gone. Alfred might be good at deception, but Bruce is on a whole other level.”
Conner smirked, “stay close to me. Alright?”
As they entered the warehouse they were greeted with loud music, and college students dancing out on the floor. Practically everyone was dressed up in some type of way, and from what Y/N observed, most people dressed up as superheroes.
“It’s a little weird seeing people dress up as me,” Y/N admits, leaning into Conner’s ear so that he could hear her over the loud music.
He laughed. “And yet, you’re the only one who makes it look good.”
Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his compliment, but at the same time it made her heart flutter. She never got tired of Conner complimenting her, though maybe that was because of her own insecurities.
Conner led them over to the refreshments table that sat in the corner of the room. There was a multitude of different alcohol, and even punch.
Conner reached for a solo cup and the ladle that belonged to the punch bowl. “Punch?” He asked, pouring himself some.
The boy shrugged, moving his glasses up to his head. “What Bruce and Clark don’t know won’t hurt ‘em. Besides, I was artificially made. Can alcohol even hurt me?”
“Conner…”
The Super shrugged Y/N off and took a sip of the spiked punch. “Eh, it’s alright. You wanna try some?”
“No thanks.” Y/N says, shaking her head. “Bruce would literally send me to an early death if I did that.”
Conner drank another sip of his punch, gesturing over to the dance floor with the hand that held his cup. “Wanna go dance?” He asked, “think of this as my prom!”
Y/N shook her head with an amused smile. “Who says I won’t ask you to be my date?”
Conner smiled excitedly and grabbed Y/N’s hand with his free one and drug them over to the dance floor where plenty of costumed college students partied. The two danced like a couple of amateurs, but amongst the drunk and high college students, the two easily blended in with the crowd.
Despite Conner’s playful and immature personality, he was protective about those he cared about…something about Superman’s DNA? So when a drunk college guy danced his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on Y/N’s figure, it didn’t take long for Conner to notice.
“Hey!” The college guy exclaimed, bumping into Y/N which caused her to stumble a little. “Sorry for bumping into you like that. Hey, nice ladybug costume! What’cha doing here with a guy like him, sweetheart? You don’t seem like the type to go the dangerous boys.”
Y/N raised a brow, catching her footing and turning to look at the guy. “I’m here because he’s my boyfriend?”
“Why don’t you ditch the Superman wannabe and come hang out with me and my friends?” The guy persisted, “what do you say?”
Before Y/N could decline his offer, Conner spoke up. “She’s with me, bud.”
The college guy turned to face Conner. “Let your girl pick her own battles, man. If she wants to come hang out with us, then let her.”
Conner grabbed the guy’s arms, using his strength to hold the guy’s arm just hard enough to leave some bruises. “Here’s the thing, ‘man.’ I’m not a big fan of people hitting on my girl, especially those who don’t take a hint.” The guy flinched under Conner’s hold, the pain clearly starting to get to him. “So why don’t you just back off?”
The college guy nodded as Conner let go of him, fixing his jacket. “Jesus, alright. I’ll go.”
As the guy walked off, Y/N smirked and spoke up. “I could have handled that myself, you know. I’ve learned how to take care of myself ever since Bruce brought me in.”
“I know you could have.” Conner nods, “but it pisses me off when guys don’t take the damn hint.” He brought his drink up to his lips and downed the rest of it, “shit this stuff tastes bad.”
Y/N laughed, her heart warming. “Well, thank you for the help, Superboy. But maybe avoid all the drama next time?”
Summary: he gets stuck in Smallville but it isn’t all bad.
“Connor Kent!” Boomed Clark’s voice. It was rare to hear him yell no matter how mad he was. That was usually Bruce’s job. Kon blinked in surprise. Clark clicked a button on the remote and a big screen turned on to Connor completely tanking a mission. Bruce joined the room shortly with his arms crossed in disapproval.
“You have been working continuously and refusing to take time off. You are tired and when you’re tired, you mess up. And when you mess up, people could die. Connor, I hate to say this but you’re benched. Even Nightwing agrees,” Clark said softer. Kon had his mouth opened to argue but couldn’t. They were right. He was screwing up. “3 weeks off. Mandatory with the only exception, world ending events.”
Kon closed his eyes to keep from protesting. It would probably end up with a longer time off. Instead he nodded curtly and went to his room. He didn’t know where to go. He was always on a mission. Maybe he did need a break. His phone rang, Ma Kent.
“Hiyah, Connor,” she said brightly in her Midwestern accent. He couldn’t help but feel warm towards her. Was it him or memories of Clark’s? Connor didn’t know but he had a bit of a smile when talking to her.
“Hi, Mrs Kent,” Connor said.
“Call me Ma,” she always said. “I was calling to invite you out here. We’ve got tomato harvest and we could always use a hand. You’ve been working hard lately and I think you could use a superhero break. Clark would get a little too into the job when he was your age.”
“Did he talk to you?” Connor asked.
“Clark? No he’s been busy I guess. Been gosh, a week or two since he’s talked to us last. Are you okay,” she asked. Connor relaxed. Ma Kent would never lie to him.
“Is it okay if I come tonight?” He asked.
“Absolutely!” She said happily. “I’ll make your favorites. You still eat meat, right?”
“Oh yes. Yes I do,” Connor said. “I’ll pack and then come. Is that okay?”
“Sure, dear. We’ll see you in an hour or two,” she said before they both hung up. That’s how Connor ended up with a backpack slung over his shoulder, knocking on the screen door of the Kent farm’s front porch. Pa opened the door with a smile. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes felt warm.
“Come on in. I hope you’re hungry. Ma cooked enough for 12 of your closest friend,” Pa said. “Take your bag to your room and wash up.”
“Okay, thanks,” Connor said hoping the stairs two at a time. Chicken fried steak and mashed potato smells enticed Connor back to the kitchen where Ma was plating up food. She loaded a plate with meat and potatoes and green beans in bacon, all of Connor’s favorites she made. She slid a huge glass of sweet tea next to it. Ma plated Pa and herself a much smaller plate of the same before sitting.
“Wow, this looks great,” Connor said. She smiled at him. At first he felt uncomfortable around the Kent’s. Was she just looking at Clark through Connor or was she looking at Connor? But a throw away remark about how bright Connor was, much smarter in science than Clark had been at that age, such a smart grandson, had him relaxing. They didn’t just see him as a replacement for his father. They talked about all kinds of things as they ate.
“Tomorrow I’m going to need to get out there around 5 to start harvesting. Then around 6 I need to start dropping product off for the restaurants in town and the trucks pick up product to be sold in Metropolis around 8 so it’s a pretty tight schedule. Usually I hire someone to take stuff to town so I can stay on the farm. I can’t really pay you more than room and board,” Pa warned Connor.
“Good thing I love the food,” Connor said with a smile. Ma beamed. “I’d love to help. I’d lose my mind if I did nothing.”
“Sounds great,” Pa said with a smile.
Kon woke up before the light of day even peaked out over the horizon to dress for work. A warm breakfast sandwich wrapped in foil along with a thermo of coffee waited on the counter for Connor. He got in the truck with Pa and they went to the fields. Rows of tomato plants were plump with fruit that they gently harvested into boxes. Connor carried stacks of boxes to the truck where he loaded up the bed to be sold in town. Each store had a certain number of boxes that Kon would deliver according the paper Pa gave him.
Kon parked behind the first store and double checked his list. A coffee shop needed 2 cases of tomatoes? He knocked on the back door.
“Hold on Mr Kent, I’m coming,” called a woman from inside. You wiped your hands on your apron as you opened the door. “Oh, I thought you were Mr Kent. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I am Mr Kent,” Connor joked and you looked confused. “I’m Connor Kent but everyone calls me Kon.”
“Hi Kon,” you smiled before telling him your name. You looked at the absolute unit of a young man in front of you. He was certainly built similarly to Clark Kent. Connor grabbed both cases of tomatoes and turned to you. Wow, he was pretty strong, you thought.
“Where do you need this?”
“Oh right,” you said after being distracted by his arm muscles. “Over here,” you said and he gently laid it down on a counter. You couldn’t help but glance at his pecs through the white shirt he wore in the summer heat.
“Need anything else,” he said with a bit of a smirk. If he hadn’t noticed your eyes on his chest, he certainly heard the way your heart was beating faster in his presence.
“Uh, no. Thank you,” you said with a nervous laugh.
“See you in a few days,” he replied with a nod. You felt a bit like a fool for being so flustered around him. Cute butt, you thought as he left.
“You gonna get in here? Breakfast sandwiches won’t make themselves,” your boss Amy called. She was making scones while her wife was prepping the coffee makers for the early risers.
Connor went on to fill all the orders in Smallville with only one mishap that turned out fine. Apparently 123A is a bookstore and 123B was the sandwich shop he needed. The owner laughed and Kon got his deliveries on time. He spent the rest of the week working on the farm and delivering produce as needed. 3 days later, he delivered to your store again.
You weren’t nervous to see the tomato farmer dropping off vegetables. That would be lame.
“Why are you wearing makeup? And that shirt?” Asked Melinda, your other boss.
“What? It’s just a shirt?” You stammered while feeling up the condiment station.
“Uh hu. You know we’re gay, not dead, right?” She said with a hand on her hip and you almost knocked all the napkins off the table in shock.
“I don’t-“
“I know. And I also know that you like that Kent boy,” she said with a smirk. “Ask him out. It’s 2021. Ask him out. Peg him-“
“Mel!”
“Just don’t fuck up my agreement with the farm. I’d fire you for those tomatoes. They’re godly on a sandwich,” she said with a laugh before going back in the kitchen.
You scoffed before finishing your job. You heard the back door bell and went to answer it. Calm down, it’s probably just Mr Kent again, you told yourself. But no, standing in the door with 2 more cases of tomatoes was Connor Kent. He had a grin and happily set the vegetables on the counter.
“So do you always do pick up?” He asked and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes glance down and then back to your face.
“Just for cute vendors,” you said with a shy smile. He grinned widely.
“Well in that case, can a cute vendor ask you out on date,” he asked leaning one arm against the counter beside you. You couldn’t help but notice, once again, how fit he was.
“Uh, sure, yeah,” you said.
“Today? 3 or 4 at the diner downtown?” He asked.
“Yeah, that sounds great. I can meet you at 4,” you said.
“Then it’s a date,” he answered back walking to the door to leave. “See you at 4, diner downtown.”
“Yeah,” you said as he walked out. You had a stupid smile to your face as you returned to the front.
“Earth to coffee girl,” Amy said. “She sees one cute boy and forgets who she is.”
“I saw one cute girl and I burned the hell out of my hand when we first met,” Melinda teased. “And I’m pretty sure you walked into a pole.”
“Heresay, you didn’t see it,” Amy answered tossing her braids over her shoulder in mock offense. She turned back to you. “Check the timer on the croissants, will yah?”
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“I’ve got to get back to the farm. I uh, I have a date,” Kon said with a little smile. Jonathan Kent nodded knowingly.
“Okay, that’s why you were working so fast. Don’t forget to wash up. And be gentle with a date. They aren’t super strengthed here in Smallville,” he reminded Kon. It sounded like a repeated phrase has had told Clark more than once.
“Of course, Pa,” Kon said running to the porch as soon as the truck stopped in the drive.
“And be a gentleman…. He’s already gone,” Pa said. Martha stood in the doorway.
“He said he has a date,” she said.
“Mmhmm, that’s what I hear. Guess it’s just us for dinner tonight,” Jonathan said giving her a hug. “Maybe we can have our own date with the house empty.”
“Hmmm, that sounds nice,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
20 minutes later and the familiar scent of cologne and body wash could be smelt up the stairs of the Kent home. Connor rushed down.
“How do I look?” He asked. He was wearing nice blue jeans and a shirt sleeve blue plaid button down shirt that was open to mid chest and a white tank top was visible beneath. He had attempted to brush his hair back but a stubborn curl popped out right in the front.
“You look adorable,” Ma said with a smile. She straightened his collar. “Be kind and open doors and pull out her seat. Don’t ever do anything she don’t want. And for goodness sake, don’t make her walk all over town if she’s wearing heels.” She looked over a Pa who shrugged.
“I didn’t know how they worked when we first started dating,” he said sheepishly.
“I won’t forget,” Kon said. He shoved his phone and wallet in his pocket.
“And nothing super. We keep it a secret for a reason. And be careful of your strength. It wouldn’t take much to hurt her,” Pa warned.
“I’ll be careful. Thank you both,” he said before running out the door. About 10 seconds later he came back in. “Can I boroughed the truck?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Pa said with a smile before tossing Kon the keys.
Kon showed up to the diner that had a sign out front saying “Starlight Diner, Best Chicken Fried Steak this side of the Mississippi since 1953.” And that was exactly how the diner worked. Same recipes the owners grandfather used in the same location and with many of the original customers’ grandkids as customers. He walked in to a plump woman with bright red lips seating customers.
“Hiyah welcome to Starlight. Just for one?” She asked.
“No, 2,” Connor said. You weren’t there yet. Most of the other customers were slowing eating pie or drinking coffee rather than eating. It was post lunch rush and before dinner. She sat in a booth by the window and Connor people watched until you arrived.
He saw you walking down the street. You had changed out of your clothes from earlier into a sundress. The wind curled the edge of the dress around your knees as you hurried to the diner. You barely talked to the hostess before hurrying back to the table.
“Sorry, I’m late,” you said earnestly before sitting down. Connor took a sip of sweet tea.
“No it’s fine. It’s only a few minutes. I’m sure traffic was bad,” he joked. You looked out the window where you could probably lay on the street for a minute before getting run over.
“Work tied me up. Our ice maker overflowed so I was holding buckets to catch it as it just poured ice out everywhere,” you said. You looked up to Connor staring at you. You looked down at your shirt and back at him. “What? Do I have something on me?”
“Hmm? No, you’re just look really pretty today,” he answered and you smiled a little shyly.
“Thank you. And you look very handsome. I know you’re related to the Kent’s but where are you from because I know practically everyone around our age from Smallville and you aren’t from around here,” you said.
“I’m from Metropolis,” he said. “And the family tree is complicated but Clark is like my cousin, I guess you could say.”
“You do look a lot alike,” you admitted. “But your smile is different. And you don’t sound like a hick.” You teased.
“Hey now, you’re from Smallville,” he warned.
“Yeah, but not for long. I’m going to Metropolis in the fall. I’m going to college and I’ve already got an internship,” you said with a pleased smile.
“Doing what?” Connor asked. Were you going to be journalist like everyone he knows?
“Microbiology and my internship is at Cadmus connected to Lexcorp,” you said. “It was hard to get and I was one of a billion who applied..” you kept talking about your internship but Connor couldn’t think after learning you were going to work at Cadmus.
“Connor, are you okay?” You asked after a minute. You noticed he wasn’t listening.
“Yes, sorry. Long day. I just-“
“What can get for you two?” Asked the waiter. Saved by the bell, Connor thought. The man took both of your orders and left.
“You were saying?” You asked.
“I don’t remember,” Connor lied. “So why microbiology? Why do you want to do that?”
“I was in high school biology class one day and they pulled out the microscopes and I fell in love. It was the coolest thing. And when I learned that people do that for a job, I was interested,” you said. Connor liked the way you perked up as you talked about your interests.
“I thought Cadmus was a genetic lab,” Connor said.
“Partially. There’s also a division that works on disease prevention and that’s where I’ll be working. Not on the genetic side,” you said.
“Not going to be cloning anyone?” He asked jokingly. Mainly joking.
“Not unless you count single cell organisms as anyone,” you joked and Connor laugh. He could handle this. You weren’t working on that side. The side that made him.
The food arrived and while Connor couldn’t remember exactly what you had said that day, he certainly remembered just being happy. It was nice to just smile at someone who was smiling back at him. And before Connor knew what was going on, he was seeing you as often as possible. Everyday if he got out early enough. And Connor got thinking about extending his break from superheroing.
“Guess who?” He said standing behind you with his hands over your eyes. Your boss had a bit of a smile. It was okay, work was slow.
“Hmm, tall, handsome, blue eyed city boy maybe?” You answered. Connor tickled your sides and you swirled in his arms until you faced him. “Yep, I was right. City boy.”
“Hey now, I’m a full fledged farmer,” he said with another tickle that had you giggling and swirming. He gently kissed your lips as you closed your eyes. A bell at the door had you both breaking apart so you could help a customer.
“Date tonight?” Connor asked. “At the pier?”
“Yeah, see you there,” you answered.
The pier was an area where the people of Smallville would go swimming or fishing. It was also a great place to meet for a date. Usually there were a few kids from town playing but it was a windy cloudy day so you were waiting for Connor alone.
You sat on the edge of the pier and hung your feet in the water. It was actually really nice and cool. You checked your phone.
“Shoot, it’s almost dead,” you said. The wind picked up suddenly and you checked the weather on your phone. It took far longer to load than usual, even at the pier. There was a chance of a thunderstorm. You called Connor.
“Hey Kon, maybe we should meet in town instead of the pier. It’s going to rain soon,” you said.
“Oh man, sure. You can come to the farm. No ones home,” he suggested as he stood in the barn running a hand through his hair and down to scratch at the back of his neck.
“Are you saying ‘come home my parents aren’t home?’ Mr Kent?” You flirted as you walked towards the shore.
“Well, maybe,” Connor answered with a smirk. He leaned against the side of the farm truck. “Just me, you, a twin bed surrounded by my cousin’s spelling bee trophies.”
“Sounds romantic. But I do wonder about your motives,” you said with a laugh as you walked to your car.
“Very much ulterior motives,” he answered. “Possibly even salacious.”
“Oo, sounds fun,” you said unlocking your car when movement on the horizon caught your eyes. “Connor!” You gasped.
“What, what’s wrong?” He asked. He could hear your breathing increase over the phone.
“I think- I think I see a tornado,” you said with a tremor in your voice. “It’s the way back to town. What if it’s coming this way?”
“Hide under something. The bathrooms are brick right? Hide in there and I’m on my way,” Connor said already flying out of the barn. Pa Kent’s words that secrecy was very important burned in Connor’s mind but he didn’t care. He was going to save you.
“Okay, wait, what do you mean you’re on the way? It’s a tornado! You can’t drive in it,” you said confused.
“Don’t worry about me. Just get to safety,” he said and soon he was flying so fast that the phone couldn’t get signal and the call was lost.
You ran to the bathrooms and were lucky the door opened. You moved to most inside toilet and sat on it while locking the door. You needed to grab something to hold on to in case- in case the tornado hit. The sound of wind picked up to a loud roar. You grabbed at a pipe to hug it. The tornado was definitely coming your way. Your breath was erratic and frantic as your heart pounded.
The bathroom door was ripped open and Connor called out your name.
“In here,” you yelled over the roar before unlocking the door. Connor joined you in the bathroom stall and hugged you. The sound of something being ripped apart could be heard and Connor covered your body with his own. You whimpered and pressed your face against his chest as wind and noise whipped around you. Connor covered you both in his tactile telekinesis like a protective blanket.
“We’ll be okay,” he said rubbing your back. “It’ll pass. We’ll be okay.” You nodded against him but your fingers gripped his shirt tighter. After a few minutes the wind started to slow and you looked up.
“What,” you asked, staring at the debris around you both but not touching you. An invisible bubble protected you both. “What is that?”
“Uhh I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you about me. I’m from Metropolis, right?” Connor said as the wind died down to almost nothing. “I’m actually Superboy.” He smiled nervously.
“You’re- you’re Superboy?” You asked faintly. The evidence was clear in front of you. “That explains how you’re so strong.”
“I guess,” he said with a laugh. He watched you nervously. Connor just admitted that he was an alien and some people weren’t too fond of that. How would you react?
“Connor, you saved my life,” you said before pulling him down to a kiss with a grin. You pulled back and looked at him. “God I love you.”
“You what?” He said and the storm was almost forgotten. Did you just say you loved him??
“Oh I- I didn’t mean to say that,” you flushed. “Not that I’m saying I don’t. I do. But it’s too soon-“
“Hey, I love you too,” Kon said and you shut up. You kissed him again.
“We should probably get out of here. The storm has moved on,” you said. Outside, tree branches and trash was thrown across the parking lot. Luckily your car was still there with just some leaves and water on it. “I guess we’ll drive to the farm to check on the Kents?”
“Yeah sounds good. They didn’t sound in trouble but we can check,” Kon answered. He could tell they were fine but he was so keyed up that a solid plan was a good idea.
When you got over to their side of town, the tornado had clearly gone a different way. In fact, the only destruction was the bathrooms down by the pier. The Kent’s were fine. They weren’t exactly happy with Connor for spilling his secrets like that though.
“You’ve been here about 2 months and that’s all it took to say the huge family secret we’ve kept since Clark arrived on the farm ages ago,” Pa said.
“Well, yes. But-“
“You can clean the barn out. No powers.”
“Sounds good.”
Conner was free to go in a week’s time but instead stayed the rest of the summer and helped you move into your new dorm room in metropolis. Superboy showed up in the city shortly after.
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You pushed the strap of your overnight bag higher up your shoulder as you made your way to the front steps of Titans Tower.
What were you even doing here? All you’d done was help some people from getting mugged. You’d managed all of your life to keep your powers to yourself. Kept your head down and steered clear of any situation where you’d risk exposure.
Then last night happened. You’d been walking home after a long shift and saw a strange scene in the corner store you’d frequent in your neighborhood. The owner, Mr. Lim, was on shift like normal, but his movements through the window were off. You lowered the music in your headphones and walked into the store.
“Oh, Y/N! How are ya!” His usually jovial tone was strained and his posture rigid.
You leaned up against the counter. “‘Sup, Mr. Lim. You doin’ okay?”
“Ah, you know me, kid. Workin’ hard or hardly workin’.” His laugh was weak. His eyes flicked to something behind you for a split second that he didn’t think you’d caught. “You want your usual? You just got off work, right?” He nodded to you and went to the far end of the store to make your sandwich: turkey, provolone, tomato, dijon mustard, and Italian mustard. When you were younger, you’d loved watching him make the sandwich for your mother from behind the window.
You nodded, careful to keep your composure. Your thumbs danced along the counter as you played coy with the other figure in the store. They were watching you, circling the aisles as you waited for Mr. Lim to finish making your food.
“So, Mr. Lim, did I tell you about this guy that came into the restaurant today?” You walked towards the deli counter. “He was so rude, y’know? Bossin’ me and the other girls around like he was the owner or somethin’, right?” Your gaze flickered to the other patron, the gleam of his pistol catching the light. You paused, eyeing them as they moved towards you. “How’s that sandwich comin’, Mr. Lim?”
“It looks like I’m outta provolone, Y/N,” he stuttered. “I have to go check the back cooler.”
“Take your time. You know me.” You were facing the other man now, your hands warming. “Matter o’ fact, why don’t you stay back there? I have some business to handle with your friend here.”
The fight didn’t take long; two, three minutes tops. You’d subdued him and saved your friend, but not without some damage to the store and the GCPD snooping around after you ducked into the cover of night. By the time you’d made it to your apartment building, three cruisers sat in front, your super talking to one of the officers.
You were stuck.
So, you bit back your pride and called your best friend, Donna, and asked to crash at her and her team’s place. What better place to hide out than with a group of superhero teenagers?
“Y/N! You made it!”
Donna Troy — tall, dark-haired, and gorgeous — had been your best friend since you were a sophomore in high school and she’d saved your class from a villain attack at the Gotham City Museum. Not far behind was Dick Grayson, eldest ward to Bruce Wayne. They weren’t dating (as far as you knew, anyway) but they were the closest thing you’d had to family in a long while.
She launched herself into your arms. “You didn’t have a hard time finding the place, did you? Dick, grab her bag for her.”
“I can carry my bag, Donna, it’s fine.” You nodded to Dick. “Nice to see you again, Red.”
Dick chuckled and pulled you into a hug. “You must be exhausted, Y/N.”
“Me? No. It’s been a great twelve hours bein’ a fugitive,” you joked. His mouth lifted into a smile as he took your bag from your grasp. “Are you guys sure it’s okay for me to be here? I don’t want to impose.”
“Given the fact that your apartment building is still being watched by the GCPD, this is the safest place for you.” He raised a brow. “Though I don’t know why it took you so long to call us.”
Your features canted into a glower. “‘M sorry.”
Donna smacked Dick’s arm. “Can you for, like, one second stop interrogating our friend? She’s tired and probably hungry and over everything.” She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you into the Tower.
Anxious knots tightened your stomach. You had nothing against supers or other meta-humans like yourself, but you never saw yourself among their ranks. Ever since you were a child, you’d taught yourself that no one would accept you. Seeing other metas on the news — good or otherwise — brought out the worst in your parents and you vowed that you’d hide who you were. Keep it hidden and keep your head down.
“Guys, this is Y/N.”
Two pairs of eyes focused on you from the couch in the common area.
“Y/N, meet Kory — ” A tall, orange-skinned, curly-haired girl gave you a bright smile and an energetic wave, “Vic’s the big guy sitting next to her.”
“Cyborg. You went to school with a friend of mine,” you said, nodding at him.
He waved his flesh hand to you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“Where is everyone?” Dick asked.
“Gar and Raven are in their rooms, Wally’s out with Barry, and Conner’s…somewhere,” Vic answered.
You wrinkled your nose. “Who’s Conner?”
“Conner Kent,” Donna said. “He’s staying here for a little while.”
You hummed and shifted your weight onto your left leg. “So…where do I sleep?”
“Right! Uh, I’ll take your bag to your room and show you where the bathrooms are.” Donna took your hand and led you out of the common area. What you loved most about Donna was that she knew when to take over the dynamic between you two and when not. You were never good with certain social settings and tended to retreat into yourself and coming to Titans Tower was no different. This was foreign territory for you, diving headfirst into the unknown.
“Here’s the bathroom. Leave your clothes in the laundry basket and I’ll wash them for you, okay?”
“Okay. Thanks, Donna. I really appreciate this and I promise I’ll be out of your hair in a couple days, a week maximum.”
She shook her head. “You can stay as long as you’d like. Who knows? Maybe you’ll join the team.”
“Oh, yeah,” you deadpanned, “you guys would love to have the unstable, moody kid on your team.”
“Wouldn’t be any better than the rest of us when we all started out,” she said, shrugging. “Just get cleaned up and I’ll make you something to eat, all right?”
You nodded and closed the door behind her as she left the bathroom. You quickly stripped and ducked under the cool spray of water. As the water warmed, you felt your resolve crack. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and breathless sobs wracked your body.
What were you going to do? You’d always made sure to be careful. Never drawing any unnecessary attention to yourself and keeping a profile lower than the ground beneath your feet. Now, look at you: homeless and on the run.
I’m such a fuckin’ idiot.
You took in a deep breath and lathered the lavender body wash over your skin and cleaned the tear stains from your face. You turned the shower off and wrapped yourself in one of the fluffy towels they had. You poked your head out of the bathroom door, steam escaping from behind you. After a few seconds of not hearing any footsteps, you tiptoed down the hall and opened the first door that you saw.
“Can I help — holy shit!”
You stiffened at the voice and glanced over your shoulder. Blue eyes half-hidden behind black curls stared back at you. His hands were wrapped around the wireless headphones he pulled off of his ears.
“This…isn’t my room.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m so sorry. I’ll just…”
“You’re that girl that Donna was talkin’ about. Y/N, right?”
You nodded. “And you must be Conner.”
“In the flesh.” He nodded to you. “You need me to take you to your room?”
“Oh, no.! I’m sure I can remember where Donna pointed out my room.” You turned back to the door, fisting your towel against your chest.
“It’s not a big deal.” His mattress creaked and his feet padded against the carpet. “Come on.”
If your nakedness bothered Conner, he didn’t let it show as he opened his door and waved his arm toward the hallway. You nodded and stepped out. He walked ahead of you, long-legged and unyielding.
“I’m sorry for disturbin’ you.”
“You didn’t.” He glanced over his shoulder. “It ain’t every day that half-naked girls find themselves in my room.”
Your face warmed. “It’s not a habit I make often.”
“I believe you.” He put his hands in his pockets and slowed his pace some. “I read about what you did. At that corner store in Lower Gotham.”
“I was just tryin’ to help a friend.”
“I get it. Sometimes helpin’ just makes things bigger than they need to be.” There was solemnity to Conner’s voice, a tired calm that came from experience of doing the right thing one too many times.
“Yeah, well, I’m just glad that Mr. Lim’s safe. His wife and kid love him and he’s a big part of my day, y’know?” You smiled to yourself. “But it was fun seein’ the look on that bastard’s face when I launched him into one of the coolers.”
“How’d you do that, by the way? You a telekinetic or somethin’?”
“Yes and no. I can move things with my mind but it’s not the only ability I have.”
He glanced over at you and you noticed the thin, gold rim of his glasses. Had he been wearing them this whole time? Were you that focused on not looking at him?
“So you didn’t throw him into the coolers?”
“Oh, I did,” a smirk quirked at the edge of your lips, “but I also fried the electrical system in the whole store.” You tightened your hold of the towel with one hand as you raised your palm out in front of you. Electric currents ran along your skin and the lights flickered above you. “I’m still kinda learnin’ how to control that part, hence the runnin’ away.”
A smile spread along Conner’s lips. “I like it.”
You cleared your throat and locked your hands together. “Thanks. I think.”
“You wanna know what I can do?”
“I’d assume fly since your name’s Superboy and all.”
Conner laughed — a low, husky sound that warmed your bones. “Close, but no cigar.”
You raised a brow. “So you don’t fly?”
“Oh, I fly.” He gave you a mischievous dimpled smile. “I just do a lot more than that.”
You stifled a laugh and shook your head. “You’re somethin’ else, Conner Kent.”
He stopped in front of a door and leaned up against the wall, facing you head-on. “This is you. If you need something, I’m the last room at the end of this hall.”
You nodded and shifted your weight to your right leg. “Thanks.”
“And don’t let this get you down, yeah? As someone who went through all of my growing up in the public eye, it’s shitty and it fuckin’ sucks sometimes but it gets better. Donna and the team are good people and they’ll take care of you.”
“And you? Are you not good people?”
Conner snickered and leaned forward. Your noses were centimeters away and you sucked in a breath.
“I’ll be as good as you want me to be, sweetheart.”
Summary: You and Conner are out on their farm. You’re doing chores as Conner tries to get you to play catch. He throws the ball at you and you catch it and gives him your attention
A/N: you are also Kryptonian
Conner sits down at the bottom of the windmill whilst throwing and catching a ball in hand as he sees his partner hang out the washing. "I can feel you staring." you comment, not even bothered to turn around. "Good. It shows that I can't take my eyes off my beautiful partner."
"Shut up." you continues to hang up the washing. Conner then decides to throw the ball towards you. You catch it as it's next to your head. You slowly turn your body around to look at your boyfriend.
He chuckles nervously and gets up from the windmill. He points towards your shared farmhouse before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking off. You fly up and land back down in front of Conner.
"Uh, catch?" He asks with a nervous smile. "Do you want to play since you have my attention?" you throw and catch the ball with one hand. "No. I just wanted to get your attention." He wraps his arms around your waist and bringing you in against his body.
"Well, you have it." you lean in closer to him. "And you need to deserve it." you fly out of his arms. Conner shakes his head before flying after you. He hovers in the air and tries to find you.
Something then comes crashing into him, making them fall towards the ground. Conner twists his body around to see his partner having a smile on their face and laughs escaping. He wraps his arms around you and flies off back into the sky before you hit the ground.
Conner spins the both of you around as he starts to laugh as well. Your laughs die down once you hover in the air. Conner leans his forehead against yours with a smile on both your faces. You push him away slightly. "Catch." Conner tilts his head in confusion.
You drop yourself to the ground. Conner dives after you and catches you before you hit the ground. "Caught." He smiles cockily at you. He picks you up and lands on the ground with your legs around his waist. "Yeah, yeah. Smartass."
