Summary: Clark is so awkward!! And adorable!! And tall! That is all :)))
WC: 819
Author's Note: This is my first fic on this account and my second one ever! Still trying to get my footing though, creative writing has never been my strong suit! (more of a literary analysis girlie) Anyway I'm obsessed w/David Corenswet and Supes, so here you go!
Warnings: Clark kent x fem!reader. Fluff but really just cute/awkward Clark. No smut/angst. Pining? Silly (i'm sorry if it's cringe okay)
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You set your bag down at your desk with a smile. The coffee Clark always got you was already placed next to your mousepad, condensation just barely leaving a circular ring on your paper calendar. The black ink marking today’s to-do list was slightly smudged.
If you didn’t find the gesture so endearing you suppose you would be irritated.
You looked up from your coffee, still standing, and caught him already looking at you. His eyes dart away like he’s been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. You watch as he scrambles to look busy.
The crush you had on Clark was embarrassingly high-school. It was so hard not to like him with his awkward, tall, innocent, farm-boy charm. You often found yourself playing eye-tag with him (much like right now) because prolonged eye contact made you literally want to freak out.
Nothing made you want to roll your eyes at yourself harder. You were a professional woman who had covered epic alien battles for crying out loud!
He’d always been so kind to you and it was hard not to confuse his kindness with mutual attraction. He brought you coffee, stayed with you late at the office, walked you home, and debated Superman ethics with you until you were both blue in the face.
However, after only a few months of working at the Daily planet, you realized that’s just who he was. Kansas might technically be part of the midwest, but Clark had the manners and hospitality to rival that of Southern grandma. Maybe all that time spent around tractors, bless his little heart.
Lost in thought, you fail to see his large frame hovering near your cubicle until he awkwardly clears his throat.
“Hope I managed to get your order correct today” he says with a shy smile, pointing at the coffee cup in your hand. You watch the sleeve of his coat strain as his bicep moves beneath the grey fabric. Your face remains neutral but your brain is going slightly haywire.
“Clark, you've literally never gotten it wrong before. Coffee fetching seems to be another one of your inexplicable, innate abilities.” You replied sarcastically. Again, if he wasn’t so sweet you’d probably be annoyed by how perfect he was.
“Oh yeah? And what other “inexplicable, innate abilities” do I have?” He questions, pulling up a chair next to your desk. He sits down in front of you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. A single, dark curl falls above his eye.
You felt a slight shift in him. Maybe it was his tone or the way he looked familiar in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He was still your Clark, just slightly bolder. You quickly decided that you liked it.
“Well, being the only person on the face of planet Earth to get exclusive interviews with Superman is one of them,” you say with an eyeroll, playfully kicking him in the leg.
You practically watch as his head grows bigger as a smug smile fully overtakes his face now.
“I’m not going to inflate your ego any more than it already is, Kent. If you want to be showered with compliments ask your Super-boyfriend. Although I wonder, would you ask him before or after you finished braiding each other's hair?”
He lets out a laugh, head tipping back just long enough for you to get a good look at him. The way the light filters in through the surrounding windows makes him look so warm. You want to reach out and touch him. Maybe even run a hand through his messy black hair which-oddly enough- looks like he walked through a tornado to get here.
You giggle to yourself, thinking of some bad joke about not being in Kansas anymore when he stands. You ignore the feeling of disappointment that comes when he puts his chair back where it belongs. He begins walking back to his desk, head turned to talk to you over his shoulder.
“Yeah I’ll make sure to ask him. Only after I tell him I’m being bullied by my co-worker who thinks being cute will make up for it–”
He stops dead in his tracks, the path to his desk cut short as he abruptly spins around. His cool demeanor is gone, awkward Clark now back in full effect.
“I- I mean cute acting. You know? Like a little kid? No, not a little kid… that’s weird. Just like, funny. You know what I mean?
With each inflection his voice pitches upward. You begin to feel a small smile spread across your face, a giggle threatening to rise out of you. The scene unfolding before you is both painfully awkward and hilarious.
“Alright, well,” he stutters, almost tripping over his feet as he resumes his trek back to his desk, “I think Lois needs me… or something”
Maybe Clark really did like you.
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Another Author's Note: Thank you for reading!! Pls leave a comment if this was bad and i'll stop speaking forever lol. Also comment if you want a continuation of this??? I'm starting nursing school next week so I need something fun to keep me from going cray-cray! :)
Also i am from Texas so the southern part was 1000% a reference to my own grandmother lol.
a/n: more and more of melody and clark! we finally shake things up a little here even though the last chapter was a little more emotional for her as well, but we've been needing some famous smallville meteor action!
how are you feeling about melody's new hair!? i tried to describe it in a similar way to the one in the mood board since i had always intended to have her hair change at some point. i hope i am describing her in a way that is keeping it neutral for everyone, as after all, this is meant to be where you are melody! (i just hate using y/n </3)
anyways, i hope you guys are excited (and scared) for what is to come :3
guys be honest, do you only like me for my clark content </3
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She was used to the stares from her peers, judging her silently, making her the other. Before she moved to Smallville, they would bother her more than anything, more than her mother's disapproval, her father's impassive nature, her sister's insistence on mending what was still broken.
With Lana at her side, a radiant smile on her face as she greeted a couple of her acquaintances in the hallway, they didn't bother her as much.
"So, what made you wanna dye it? Did you go to a hairdresser or something or did you do it yourself?" Lana inquired, brows raised as she turned to look at Melody while she leisurely organized the books in her locker.
A shy smile came to Melody's face, fingers coming up to gently tug at the ends of her hair, a nervous habit.
"I did it myself.. I don't know why I wanted to. Maybe just the teen rebellion in me," she grinned, her chest swelling when Lana laughed in response.
Maybe it was the fact that Lana had seemed so honest, so genuine in her friendly actions to Melody that made her feel like she had truly found someone she could trust and rely on. They didn't get off to the greatest start, but it seemed that had all gone and passed by now.
"Well you're better than me, I don't know if I had the style to make it look as good as you do."
The smile was nearly splitting her face now, and Melody must have been positively beaming at the compliment. Lana Lang, the most popular girl in school, nice to everyone, smart and talented, had complimented her, on something she had just been yelled at for just an hour prior no less. Perhaps this is why Lana was so popular, she had a way of making people feel good about themselves.
"Woah! Is the new girl making a stance with her rockin' new look?"
Chloe's arm slung over Melody's shoulder, a wide grin on her face as her eyes trailed over the freshly dyed hair on her head.
Last night Melody was over the moon about the way her hair turned out, but of course there was always the chance that in reality it looked terrible. It was a weight off her shoulders when she realized it wasn't just her perception, but that other people actually thought her hair looked good as well.
Her fingers came up to delicately toy with the stone of her necklace, a small smile on her face as she listened to Chloe and Lana talk about some story for the Torch. If she was being honest, she was content to just stand around and listen.
In her own little reverie, she failed to notice the teenage boy approaching them, eyes stormy as he gazed as the necklace around her neck.
As he passed, Melody felt his bag brush harshly against her back, causing her to stumble forward and nearly hit Lana into the locker door. When she turned to see the culprit, he had already slowly to turn around and look at the trio, a dark look on his face.
"Watch it, if you weren't so focused on some stupid necklace maybe you would've moved out of the way," he sneered.
Each of the girls were surprised all the same, saying nothing as the grumbling boy made his way through the crowd, surely hitting others on his way to wherever he was headed.
The interaction left a sour taste in her mouth, a deep ache settling in her chest as she tried to turn her attention back to her friends, who were talking about how they couldn't believe such a rude boy really attended school with them.
"Guess not everyone is taught manners anymore," Chloe mumbled, raising her brows defensively as she shook her head.
"Who doesn't have manners?"
Clark greeted the tree of them with a small smile, his hand wrapped around one of the straps of his bag, wearing his famous flannel and blue jeans combo. When his gaze finally landed on Melody, his brows raised and eyes widened, surprised by the physical change.
"New hair?"
Nodding quietly, Melody tried to shake away the lingering feeling of the previous interaction. It was hard to imagine how up and down her day had already been before her first class even began.
Clark, noticing her sullen demeanor glanced at Lana and Chloe, both of whom were already sending glances to Melody with concern written lightly across their lips, both pressed in thought. Had something happened before he came up? Were they talking about him, his manners?
"It looks great, it really suits you." He offered, shrugging his shoulders lightly as he tried to raise the mood.
Of course it worked as butterflies began to flutter in Melody's stomach, another smile returning to her face as she thanked him quietly. It was like he always knew how to make her feel better, even if he wasn't trying to. She was glad to have Lana and Chloe and Clark as friends. But, where was Pete?
"So, who was this guy with no manners? Did something happen?"
Chloe and Lana shared a quiet look, one Melody couldn't quite decipher, one she definitely was not a part of. She didn't want to trouble Clark with such a ridiculous concern, after all, the guy had only made a rude comment. She had endured much worse in her past, not that she had disclosed that with anyone in Smallville yet. Just as she was going to brush off the circumstance, Lana spoke up.
"There was a guy who bumped into Melody.. He said something about her necklace and about her being in the way." She said slowly, an anxious look on her face.
Clark furrowed his brows, turning his head to glance around the sea of students, his height giving him an advantage as he could see above most people's heads. He wasn't sure what he expected to find, but maybe he could catch a glimpse of something suspicious if he really tried.
"It was nothing, maybe he's just having a bad morning," Melody offered a hesitant smile, dropping her hands to her side.
Of course, she had also had a terrible morning. Thanks to Lana's stash of napkins in her glove box, she was able to clean up most of the mess her makeup had made on her face, though she couldn't redo any of it since she had left it all at home. She just hoped it didn't look too bad or get worse as the day went on.
Before any other speculation could occur, the warning bell rang and Melody took to chance to escape the suffocating bubble they had been stuck in, making her way to her first class.
The other three remained at Lana's locker for a moment, waiting until she was just out of earshot.
"Something wasn't right with that guy Clark. I mean, there was plenty of room in the hall for him to go around us without hitting anyone, but he purposefully ran into Melody. And I don't know why he said anything about her necklace, it just looks like a regular stone, not a meteor rock."
Chloe's concern was enough to get through to Clark how serious the situation could prove to be. While Lana had only more recently been involved in their detective work on the people affected by meteor rocks in Smallville, she had been on the receiving end of plenty of dangerous characters that she knew the weight of the situation had the boy really been someone out to get Melody for whatever reason.
"Do you think any of this has anything to do with that scar on her side?"
Lana's question was quiet, weighing heavily in the air for several moments. Was there something that happened to Melody that they didn't know about, that meant people would be coming after her? Did she get involved with someone bad, and have to be on the lookout for the rest of her life? Surely not, Melody didn't seem like the kind of person to do reckless things like that.
Clark shook his head, recalling their conversation from the other day with her on the bleachers.
"Whatever it's from, it's not something she wants to talk about. We won't know until she decides to talk about it."
A silence settled over the three of them. Paying no mind to the rush of students around them, an unspoken agreement in the air. Once the hallways had mostly cleared out, they made their way down the hall as a group, hurrying into the Torch's office before anyone could catch them.
"Let's get to work on this."
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Much to Melody's surprise, the rest of the day went as smoothly as she hoped it would. Aside from the snide comments from the same cheerleaders who had previously decided to target her for their cruel jokes, no one said anything negative to her about her hair, at least not to her face.
Another surprise, although more pleasant, was running into Whitney Fordman in the hallway when her and Lana were walking to their last period together. He had seemed hesitant to say anything to Lana, but once she introduced the two of them, a conversation flowed between the three of them, albeit awkward and short.
Of course Lana was sure to have someone who caught her eye, but Melody honestly didn't expect Whitney to be the man for it, a man who seemed heavily invested in the school's football team over anything else.
This time, when their gym period came around, Lana did not ask Melody about her scar. In fact, she had her back turned to Melody the entire time, shielding her discreetly from the others that lingered a little too long. The effort made her feel like she had truly found a friend once more.
"Do you want a ride home? It's not too out of my way, and if you want you could just come to the Talon with me instead."
Shaking her head, Melody offered her an apologetic smile. As much as she wanted to escape the imminent wrath of her parents for the night, she knew she was going to be in much worse trouble if she tried to put off the inevitable.
"I'm gonna walk home actually, not that I don't want to see the Talon, I've heard a lot about it.. I just think it would be better for me to go home right now."
For a moment, Lana looked at her with this look in her eye, a mix between sympathy, worry, and defiance. It was the kind of look that you weren't sure what to make of, and while she was sure Lana was simply concerned, it made her skin prick uncomfortably. She didn't want Lana getting involved in the mess that was her family life.
Despite her better judgement, Lana just gave her another smile and said her goodbyes, heading towards her car and leaving Melody to walk home alone.
The walk was always truly calming, though she had only taken it a few times now. She was sure when it got colder and hotter around the year with the unpredictable Midwestern weather it wouldn't be as pleasant, but for now, she enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with walking along the old paved roads. Passing not yet ready to harvest corn and wheat fields, shining in the golden way that the Kansas plains did. A quiet chirp of birds overhead, a hawk if she was lucky to catch sight of one, the occasional pip from a rabbit in the field, a peace that she hadn't known in Wichita.
All good things seemed to be temporary though, the distant hum of a car engine making its way down the street she was walking on. Even the tractors were loud, but at least they at least they had less chance of hitting her on the side of the road.
She tried not to pay attention to the way the sound steadily grew louder, they way she could feeling something was wrong on the back of her neck, the way the tires began to roll more slowly the closer and closer they approached. Maybe they were just being extra careful to not hit a pedestrian, maybe they were concerned about her walking home alone. Smallville didn't seem like the type of place where bad things happened in broad daylight.
Her pace quickened when she heard the car speed up slightly, wincing as it pulled past her, stopping just in the middle of the road ahead of her.
What should she do? There was no way she was going to outrun a car, and she didn't know the area well enough to know if there was someone living nearby who could help her, or if they'd even believe her.
Before she could make the decision to turn and run, two men were jumping out of the car, both dressed in dark hoodies that covered their faces as they approached her. Each of them grabbed one of her arms, paying no mind to her struggle as they forced her into the car after dragging her feet over the asphalt.
"Let me go! Stop, someone, help!" she cried, desperately tugging her arms in their ironclad grips.
She tried the doors as soon as they stepped away, one getting in either front seat, but it proved to be futile as they remained locked. Dread was beginning to seep into her body, heating and sweating as she anxiously looked around. Whatever they had planned for her, they hadn't blindfolded her or knocked her unconscious. The realization settled sharply in her abdomen. What would they need to conceal their plans for if she were going to make it out alive?
Both her captors were eerily calm as they once again started the car engine, pulling off the road and racing to get to their next location.
"Where are you taking me? What do you want, I don't have anything," she said, voice trembling at the same pace her body was, stomach churning violently as if she would throw up any minute.
Neither of them responded.
Instead, the one in the passenger seat simply reached back, pulling a clear panel shut to separate the front and back of the cabin, as if she was in a taxicab. With bated breath she waited, anticipating whatever was about to come.
Horror overcame her, sweeping through her lungs and poisoning her shaking limbs as her eyes watered, helpless against the mist that began to fill the backseat of the car. It seems they didn't want her to find out where they were headed after all.
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"Hello, welcome in!" Lana called out cheerfully, glancing up at the entering customer as she wiped the front counter of any crumbs and coffee spills.
An older woman stepped in, looking around the area and the last few people who had decided to remain in the Talon's comfortable vintage seating even as the closing hour approached. Her black shiny heels clacked quietly against the floor, adjusting her black leather purse against her beige peacoat uncomfortably as she approached the counter.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for my daughter. I heard this was a place where teenagers hang out, I was wondering if you'd seen her."
There was a brisk edge to her voice, something clearly displeased with the atmosphere that the Talon offered that made irritation pinch Lana's chest tightly. Trying her best to keep up with her customer service attitude as the owner of the Talon, she offered a tight smile and dropped the white rag on the counter.
"Sure, what did she look like? I might have seen her if she ended up coming here."
The woman clicked her teeth, sighing loudly and reaching into her purse as she began to dig around, mumbling under her breath for a moment as she failed to find what she was looking for.
"I thought I had a picture of when she looked normal, but," she threw up her hands with another sigh, putting her hand on her hip and shifting her weight to one leg as she tapped the other one impatiently. "She wore some jeans today, maybe, and a.. black shirt."
Trying not to let her irritation shine through, Lana smiled once more.
"Well, that's a little vague. What about her eyes and her hair, does she wear glasses..?"
Another loud sigh came from the woman as she swallowed, clenching her jaw tightly and jerking her chin to the side as though she was monstrous bear that was being poked too much.
"She's dyed her hair this.. god-awful blue. You couldn't miss her if you tried," she muttered.
Unease settled in the air around Lana, her smile slowly fading as she took a minute to really look at the woman in front of her. How could she not notice sooner? The shape of her lips, her nose, her cheekbones..
"Are you Melody's mom?" She asked, a part of her deep within wishing for the off chance that this woman would say no.
"Oh good, you do know her then. Was she here then?"
Impatience continued to seep from the woman in waves, as if she were radiating a barrier of repugnance and bitterness. Still, it did not change alarm that was ringing in Lana's head as loud as a church bell, clanging loudly, calling for attention.
"I offered her a ride home today, but she said she would walk."
As if by some disgusting twist of her words, the woman laughed, an aggrieved expression on her face as she threw up her hands once more.
"Of course, that child. She's been nothing but trouble lately. I bet she snuck off with some boy now too.."
She spared Lana no extra time as she turned on her heel, shoving her hand in her bag and digging around once more, cursing under her breath as she hastily made her way towards the door, pushing it open with the force of a tyrant.
Lana wasted no time as she hurried over to the store's landline, quickly dialing in a number as she held the phone to her ear, hoping, wishing, needing him to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Clark, somethings wrong."
Swallowing thickly, she tried not to let her quickening breath hit the microphone, her thoughts frazzled as she opened and closed her mouth for a moment.
"What, Lana, are you okay? Do you need me to come?" His voice shifted into that protective tone she knew all too well, and she was sure he was going to be on his way if she waited another moment to respond.
"It's Melody.. Her mom said she never came home, but I.. She told me she was gonna walk home.. I should've just driven her.."
She bit her bottom lip, feeling the tears begin to spring in her eyes. This was all her fault. She knew very well that bad things happen in Smallville all the time, and she should've been more careful after that guy ran into her this morning. If she had just—
"Lana, relax. I'll get Chloe and meet you there in a few, okay?"
Though he couldn't see her, she nodded anyway, trying to inhale steadily through the surge of fear that was running rampant through her body.
Justice League Relationship Headcanons (Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, Green Lantern, The Flash)
Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman), Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen (The Flash) x Reader (platonic and romantic interpretations available!)
Warnings:
Mentions of superhero duties and high-stakes situations.
Light angst in dealing with their heroic responsibilities.
Fluff, humor, and moments of deep connection!
Summary:
Forming relationships with the iconic members of the Justice League means navigating both the extraordinary and the mundane. From Clark Kent’s quiet, protective love to Diana Prince’s warm, passionate nature, these headcanons explore the unique dynamics of what it’s like to bond with some of the world’s greatest heroes. Whether romantic or platonic, each hero brings their own charm, warmth, and complexity to a relationship with you.
Relationship Headcanons
Superman (Clark Kent)
Clark is the epitome of wholesome love. He always checks in on you, even when he’s halfway across the world saving lives.
He loves quiet, domestic moments like cooking breakfast together or stargazing in Smallville.
Clark is incredibly supportive of your dreams and constantly encourages you to pursue them, no matter how big or small.
He has a habit of leaving little handwritten notes for you to find, filled with kind words and reminders of how much he loves you.
When he’s with you, he’s just Clark—no cape, no responsibilities, just a farm boy in love with you.
Wonder Woman (Diana Prince)
Diana is a hopeless romantic who loves grand gestures, like gifting you flowers she picked herself or reciting poetry under the moonlight.
She adores sharing her Amazonian culture with you, from stories of Themyscira to teaching you their combat techniques.
Diana’s protective nature shines when you’re in danger, but she never underestimates your strength or abilities.
She loves discussing philosophy and ethics with you, valuing your perspective and insights.
Diana believes in cherishing every moment, often reminding you that time is precious and love should be celebrated every day.
Batman (Bruce Wayne)
Bruce is subtle but deeply caring. He’ll quietly ensure you’re taken care of, whether that’s making sure your car is repaired or leaving your favorite tea in the kitchen.
He values your presence in his life as a grounding force, someone who reminds him of the good he’s fighting for.
Bruce struggles with vulnerability but trusts you enough to let his walls down over time.
He’s a night owl, so you often find yourselves sharing quiet conversations in the Batcave during the early hours.
Despite his serious demeanor, he has a soft spot for teasing you gently, especially when you call him out on his brooding tendencies.
Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)
Hal loves adventure, and that extends to your relationship. He’s always planning exciting dates, like flying over scenic landscapes or visiting alien worlds.
He has a cocky but charming sense of humor, often using it to make you laugh or lighten the mood.
Hal is incredibly loyal and makes sure you know you’re his priority, even when duty calls him to the far corners of the galaxy.
He’s surprisingly sentimental, keeping small mementos from your time together in his ship.
Hal adores showing off for you, whether it’s through his flying skills or creative uses of his power ring.
The Flash (Barry Allen)
Barry is full of energy and always finds ways to keep your relationship exciting, from surprise dates to goofy antics.
He loves cooking for you (even if he tends to burn things) and insists on trying out new recipes together.
Barry often uses his super speed to make your life easier, like zipping around to clean the house or grabbing your favorite snacks in seconds.
He’s a big fan of cuddling and will happily spend hours on the couch with you, watching movies or playing games.
Barry’s optimism and humor are infectious, making every moment with him feel lighthearted and fun.
Platonic Headcanons
Superman (Clark Kent)
Clark is like the big brother everyone needs—always willing to listen and offer thoughtful advice.
He’s the kind of friend who’ll drop everything to help you, whether it’s fixing your car or talking through a tough decision.
Clark loves introducing you to his family in Smallville, especially his mom, who insists on cooking you a feast.
He’s a huge cheerleader for your achievements, no matter how small, and makes you feel like a superhero in your own right.
Clark’s warmth and kindness make him a comforting presence, especially when you’re feeling down.
Wonder Woman (Diana Prince)
Diana is endlessly encouraging and always helps you see your inner strength.
She enjoys teaching you self-defense, but her lessons often turn into bonding moments filled with laughter.
Diana loves sharing stories about her life and hearing about your experiences, seeing them as equally valuable.
She’s fiercely loyal and will stand by your side through anything, offering both wisdom and support.
Diana values your perspective, often seeking your input on missions or philosophical debates.
Batman (Bruce Wayne)
Bruce is the friend who’s always looking out for you, even if he doesn’t show it overtly. He’ll have Alfred check in or send something you need before you even ask.
He respects your independence but subtly ensures you’re safe, often running background checks on people in your life.
Bruce’s dry sense of humor comes out more often around you, especially when you call him out on his habits.
He admires your resilience and often finds inspiration in your determination to overcome challenges.
Despite his guarded nature, Bruce values your friendship deeply and considers you part of his inner circle.
Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)
Hal is the fun friend who’s always dragging you on spontaneous adventures, whether it’s a road trip or an impromptu party.
He loves teaching you about his intergalactic adventures and even lets you try using his power ring in a controlled environment.
Hal’s laid-back attitude makes him easy to talk to, and he’s great at diffusing tension with his humor.
He’s the type to hype you up and remind you how amazing you are, even when you’re doubting yourself.
Hal’s loyalty runs deep, and he’ll always have your back, no matter the circumstances.
The Flash (Barry Allen)
Barry is the friend who’s always checking in, whether it’s through a quick text or literally running by to see you.
He loves sharing his latest experiments or inventions, often roping you into helping him test them.
Barry’s enthusiasm is contagious, and he’s great at cheering you up when you’re feeling down.
He’s the first to volunteer for any project or plan you have, bringing his energy and optimism to the table.
Barry treasures your friendship and often goes out of his way to make you smile, whether through a thoughtful gesture or a goofy joke.
You loved Clark with your whole heart he was funny, smart,and kind you honestly couldn’t pick your favorite thing about him if asked it’d be too hard.
So finding out he was the Man of Steel you weren’t as shocked as what you thought you’d be.
“You know Bruce Wayne is going to be in town it’s all over the news.” You announced between bites of your breakfast.
“Bruce? Huh wonder what brings him to Metropolis?” Clark asked brows furrowed slightly as he set his juice down.
“I think it’s about some outreach thing he’s doing in Gotham and expanding here.” You answered. Clark only nodded eyes fixed on the news.
“Oh it’s not that bad, I’m sure he’s a nice guy...you e met him before right?” You asked taking another slice of bacon.
“Yeah I have, he’s a lot nicer than he lets on.” Clark said a smile returning to his face.
Soon night fell and you’d just finished your shift at work and were heading home. Clark had been invited to gala and naturally you were his plus one. So you hurried home and readied yourself for the evening opting for a green dress long sleeves paired with a pair of gold earrings and hair neatly placed in a bun. You could hear Clark in the bathroom, stepping out and adjusting his bow tie. He let out a low whistle upon seeing you.
“We could stay home?” He suggested a grin on his face.
“We can fool around after you finish work.” You replied a soft smile on your lips.
“I’m going to remember that.” Clark said grabbing his and your coats and holding yours up for you to slip on.
The night had been quite the whirlwind all sorts of celebrities had shown up including Bruce Wayne, and while it was impressive you spent your night chatting with Lois and Perry and enjoying the free alcohol. The night was going well, up until the sound of an explosion alarms began going off smoke began filling the banquet hall. People began shoving and yelling and trying to find the exit. Everything was in complete chaos. You had been shoved in the chaos right into the arms of Bruce Wayne. He stilled for moment helping you regain your balance.
Clark searched for you amongst the sea of people he spotted you with Bruce who had caught you when you were shoved. Bruce would help you while he slipped out quickly changing into his kryptonian armor. He rushed back inside helping as many people as he could out of the building, he was soon joined by Bruce now donning his Batman suit as he too helped evacuate as well. When they were finally finished the building had been engulfed in flames.
Clark took a moment scanning the crowd for any signs of you, but he couldn’t. Pulling Bruce to the side still costumed.
“We should go somewhere with less ears.” Bruce said before Clark could even ask his question, letting out an annoyed sigh he did comply.
Soon the duo were alone on the rooftop of an old building in a slightly secluded part of town or a least a part where there weren’t any living residents.
“Okay we’re alone, now where is she?” Clark asked arms folded across his chest.
“She?” Bruce repeated.
“The woman in the green dress, you had helped her up.” Clark explained.
“After I helped her up, I left to change I assumed she escaped with the others.” Bruce stated.
“Y/N? She-she can’t be.” Clark mumbled to himself he felt his heart drop he couldn’t think he felt lost and then angry, and then rage.
“You- you left her you didn’t make sure she was out!” Clark yelled taking a step towards Bruce.
“I couldn’t just focus on one person Clark despite your personal relationship with her.” Bruce replied.
But the more Bruce spoke the angrier he got he saw red and just lunged at him knocking him through the ceiling. Bruce was taken off guard at the sudden outburst. The fight continued until Bruce was able to weaken him with the help of Kryptonite that he kept on hand using the distraction to his advantage Bruce left the man of steel alone in the old decrepit building. Bruce began pulling up any and all information on you. Halfway through his research he was alerted by Alfred you had been located via a security camera of some local shop and he made his way to where you were.
You were leaning against a building in an alleyway your eyes and lungs burned from all the smoke, somehow in all the confusion and chaos you had ended up here hacking your lungs out. You sighed trying to gather yourself you had to find Clark and let him know you were alright you knew he’d be worried since he hadn’t found you already. Steadying yourself you made you way to the Main Street standing on the sidewalk you tried to get your bearings.
You hadn’t even heard the damn car pull all you heard was your name being called. Turning you saw none other than Batman.
“Me?” You asked pointing to yourself.
“He thinks you’re dead.” He said.
“What? Why would he think that?”you asked approaching his vehicle.
“I-he couldn’t find you and assumed the worse...he thinks Wayne abandoned you.” Batman explained.
“Bruce? No I mean he helped me but then we got separated again...I hope he’s okay...I hope everyone’s okay.” You explained. “You have to take me to him he’s- and before you could finish your sentence you were speeding down the street.
He couldn’t believe Bruce would resort to that, especially after what he’s done leaving you behind like that. You were his world and now you were gone. Clark knew you wouldn’t want him like this so angry, and bitter but what good was making the world better if you weren’t in it. Clark let frustrated yell despite his powers coming back he still felt so weak, tears rolled down his cheek the world didn’t deserve him not after you’d been taken so quickly so cruelly he hoped you weren’t in any pain in your final moments, and that you knew how much he loved.
“Hello!” You called as you followed the path of debris left in the wake of the fight you had assumed took place, you had noticed the Batman’s busted lip and had assumed as much had taken place. Stumbling over some bricks and broken pipes you saw Clark on his knees shoulders slumped. You sped up running towards him.
“Are you okay?” You asked extending your hand to touch him but before you could he was already on his feet looking at you a look of shock, pain, and some disbelief.
“Y/N.” He breathed a tear rolling down his cheek he dropped to his knees his arms looping around your waist as he held you.
“I’m okay.” You said after a moment, as you placed a hand on his shoulder the other resting on his head. After another moment Clark was on his feet again and pulling you into his arms as he brought you outside. You were surprised Batman was still here hand in hand you approached the dark knight, Clark spoke first.
“Sorry about..you know..attacking you like that I thought they killed y/n and I lost my temper.” Clark said.
“Next time I’d suggest you think first before doing something stupid” he replied. Clark was silent.
“I was wrong...and thank you.” Clark said looking down at you and before Bruce could say anything else Clark was gone you in his arms.
“Why would you fight Batman over me?” You asked.
“He was helping me evacuate and I know I hadn’t brought you outside so I assumed he must’ve and when I couldn’t find you I just- I lost it.” He explained finally landing at your shared apartment.
“It’s going to take more than a burning building to get rid of me.” You said trying to lighten the mood. “It’s going to be the DMV that’s gonna do it.” You continued with a smile.
“DMV?” He replied with a look of confusion on his face.
“Well yeah I left my purse and coat...and you left your wallet.” You explained. A smile finally broke out on Clark’s face as he let out a soft chuckle his gaze fixed on you as he pulled you into a deep kiss.
Summary: When Tom falls ill, his estranged son comes back into the reader's life bringing more than she bargained for.
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Leaning against your shut apartment door, you closed your eyes letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day at the diner, with many rude customers. Tossing your bag onto the floor, you made your way to the couch, laying across it. Pulling your phone out, you began looking through your notifications. There was a voicemail from Tom Curry.
As you listened to it, you picked up your purse before you made your way back out of your apartment. Starting your beat up pickup truck, you began driving to Tom’s house. It was 11:30pm. Tom was friends with your parents when they were still alive, which resulted in you and Arthur becoming best friends. He had been acting strange as of late, but you knew not to pressure him knowing he would tell you in his own time.
The message that Tom had left you, made your heart beat more rapid. You spent most of the drive worrying about what could be wrong. When Arthur's mother died, it took a huge toll on him and his father. Your relationship was simply platonic, although many people thought you were together due to your closeness.
Flinging open the car door, you had barely put it in park before you jumped out of the truck.
“Tom?” You called frantically. “Tom?”
Your frantic feelings coming through when you knocked on the door. It was rapid and firm.
“Tom!” You called again. “It’s Y/N! Open up!”
Still no answer. Fear began coursing through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you kicked the door open, debris flying.
“Tom?” You called cautiously entering his house. An odd feeling overwhelming you.
Slowing entering the house further, you glanced around the house. Stepping through the threshold for the kitchen you saw him lying on the floor motionless.
“Tom!” You shrieked, quickly kneeling beside him. Pulling out your phone you were about to call 911, before you remembered it would be at least ten minutes before they got to you. Grabbing one of his arms you hoisted him up, getting him into the truck. Exceeding the normal speed limit, it was a few minutes before you arrived at the hospital. Hosting him up again, you trudged through the emergency room.
“Someone please help!” You called.
A group of nurses quickly surrounding you, taking Tom and placing him on a hospital bed.
Watching them take Tom into a room, you quickly made your way back to your truck parking it somewhere safe. Making your way back towards the ER, you pulled your phone out calling Arthur.
It was only a matter of minutes before Arthur, Clark and Bruce, showed up at the ER.
“How’s he doing?” Arthur questioned handing you a cup of coffee.
Taking a sip of the coffee, you shrugged. “I don’t know. They haven’t come out with any updates yet.”
Glancing at the clock it read 1:30am.
“It only takes your father getting hurt for you to come by and see him.” You spat raising an eyebrow.
“Y/N…”
Huffing you shook your head. “Save it. I’m not the one that you need to explain that to.”
Frowning he glanced at his shoes. “I...I…”
“I don’t care about your excuses, Arthur.” You snapped glaring at him. “Tom deserved better.”
“He had you.” He reasoned. “You were there to take care of him.”
“That’s your justification for running away and leaving him?” Your voice filled with anger. Challenging him, you took steps forward stopping until you were mere inches apart. “What a pathetic excuse you have, Arthur.”
A firm hand grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Arthur. “Simmer down here children.” A deep voice sounded.
“Don’t touch me.” You spat, heat coursing through your veins, rising in your cheeks. Your heart beating rapidly. The lights around the waiting room, bursting causing small embers to fall as the burst. The electric lines outdoors near the room doing the same.
Grounding yourself, your chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace. Glancing at the men before you, they were staring at you with widened eyes. Grabbing your purse, you swiftly making your way down the hall. As you made your way through the halls, it dawned on you that you were still in your waitress uniform.
A few months had gone by since you had last seen Arthur. It killed you everyday since then that you weren’t able to reconnect with your best friend, seeing as how close you were to rekindling the relationship. It had almost been like old times, him bringing you coffee, being your rock during a drastic time.
It was one of your rare days off, you were cleaning around your apartment. A firm knock echoed through your apartment, causing fear to wash over you. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over.
Opening the door, you were face to face with one of the men from the night at the ER.
“Y/N?” His deep voice questioned. “I’m a friend of Arthur’s. My name’s Bruce.”
Allowing him in, you began brewing coffee for the both of you.
“What can I help you with Bruce?” You asked, leaning against the counter not meeting his gaze.
“It’s about Arthur.” He began hope filling his voice.
Letting out a huff you shook your head. “I don’t know what you think I can help with.” You stated crossing your arms, sending a glare towards the man. “I’m not his keeper. Nor am I his friend.”
After, Bruce left you with some food for thought, you began chewing on it. Arthur was one of your best friends, could you really just walk away from him?
Bruce had offered you a spot in the Justice League seeing what you had done in the ER waiting room. Graciously you declined, not wanting to be involved with things you couldn’t handle.
The news of Tom’s death was felt around the world. Holding a wake for him, you were filled with an anxious feeling. Anxiously waiting to see if Arthur came or not. Hours began to pass, as your hope began to felter. Letting out a sigh, everyone had come and gone leaving you with the duty of cleaning up the space and the trash.
“Am I too late?” Arthur’s voice rang through the hall.
Tears began pooling in your eyes as relief washed over you. Turning around, you were surprised to see everyone in the Justice League standing beside him.
“No.” You muttered, swiftly walking towards him. “Never too late.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible towards you. The warmth of his hug, comforted you.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me. I’m sorry-”
Pulling away from him, you rested your hands on his biceps. “None of that.” You spoke in a firm tone. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” You smiled, gazing at each other.
The night coming to a close, you were a little more tispy than you were used to. Clark had insisted he escort you home.
“Why’d you walk me home, Clark?” You asked curtly.
“I..I don’t know.” He frowned slightly, not expecting your question.
You hummed in response. “You’ve never talked to me yet somehow you are always around me.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned toward him slightly.
Letting up on him, the rest of the walk was in an awkward silence.
Arriving at your building, you were facing each other. Rocking back and forth slightly, you gazed at the ground in front of you.
“Do you want to come up?”
“If you’re okay with that.”
Giggling slightly, you nodded leading him upstairs.
Changing into something more comfortable, you gazed at Clark in the middle of your living room still in a tux. Since meeting, you both had been prancing around your feelings between you for quite some-time. You failed to realize you were leaning against your doorframe, gawking at Clark.
“Like what you see?” He smirked, questioning in a teasing tone.
You hummed in response, biting your bottom lip. Clark was in front of you in a split second. One of his hands resting comfortably on your hip while the other brought his thumb up to your lip, pulling it from your teeth. Gazing into your eyes, he slowly leaned forward nuzzling his nose against yours. His soft lips touching yours in hesitation. Bringing your hands up to his hair, they locked themselves behind his head holding him to you. His tongue darted out tracing the crevices of your lip before you allowed him into your mouth. Both of your tongues prodding and licking against each other. Taking in a sharp breath, he began leading you to your bed. Your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you pulled Clark onto your bed with you. Making himself comfortable above you. His soft lips trailing along the column of your throat earning a gasp from you when he began sucking and biting in his wake.
“Guys!” Victor boomed walking into your apartment.
“We know you’re here!” Barry spoke.
“Figured we could do some team building!” Arthur added.
Letting out a sigh, Clark placed a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up, pulling you with him.
Stepping into the living room, the three men dropped their gazes to you.
“We weren’t interrupting something were we?” Arthur spoke in a gruff voice.
Clearing your throat, you spoke. “No, not at all.” You shook your head.
“Umm.” Barry started. “Are you sure? Cause Clark has some lipstick on his face and collar-”
Victor elbowed him roughly, causing him to cough.
“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked, swiftly changing the subject.
“Movie Night!” The three of them replied in unison.
Sooooo I’m pretty bored right now and i have some peace and quiet while the family is out so if y’all wanna request some one shots or something, my requests are open! depending on the number of requests i get i can leave the ask box open for a bit just so those who want one can get their requests in. I got a new laptop for christmas so i wanna break it in you know, get some good typing going on this thing... <3 <3
Request: Henry x reader where they’re a couple and during an interview, questions get brought up of their sex life.
A/n: Thank you for the request anon! I hope this is close to what you were thinking. It was super fun to write!
Working on this movie with Henry had been like a dream come true, and there was never a moment when you wanted it to end.
Getting to work side by side with the love of your life every day seemed too good to be true, and it had its ups and downs but with Henry, it was mostly ups. You called it your ‘love child’ because the two of you spent countless hours brainstorming the entire project together.
Henry was used to huge movie production sets and teams of thousands, but when you showed him part of the screenplay you wrote, he jumped on board right away. You worked well together, which was a bonus, of course. You had balance, it’s what he always called it. A balance of give and take, balance of creativity and realism, you just worked.
Along with acting beside him, you also got to direct with him. The two of you played a couple on screen, which came naturally for the most part. You thought the hardest part of it would be the amount of time you would spend together, but you were yet to tire of each other.
One thing you loved about him, was that he always took the time to reassure you without even being asked. On set, when you would worry about memorizing lines or coming off as genuine, he would walk you through every scene even into the early hours of the morning. And on days when that didn’t work, he would fuck you sleepy and hold you close to his chest until you drifted off to sleep.
Now that filming was over and the haze had begun to lift, you were faced with the reality of the press tour interviews.
Because it was a small movie, you only had a few interviews in place, regardless of the fact that reviews on the project had been everything you hoped for and more. One of the biggest you had coming up was The Tonight Show. It would be your first time doing something like this, Henry’s, not so much. He was amazing in front of a camera, obviously. But more than that, he had a presence about him that affected everyone in the room.
You didn’t go on until 10:30 tonight but you’d been preparing all day. Henry’s agent arranged the schedule to where you wouldn’t have to be present at every interview, and today was Henry’s day for solo interviews.
With only 3 hours until you had to leave for Fallon’s, he was due back any minute now though.
You had your outfit laid out on the bed of your hotel room. And like a good partner, you set out Henry’s suit as well. You stood in the bathroom with your robe wrapped around you. With a swipe of your hand, you cleared the fog from the mirror and started working on your makeup. You turned on your playlist as you did, mouthing along to the words of one of Henry’s favorite songs.
You fondly remembered how he insisted on contributing to your morning playlist with some of his favorites that he made sure to refer to as ‘purely classic.’
Close to exhausted, Henry trudged through the door of your room and tossed his jacket on the couch in the lounge room.
He began to call out to you, but then heard the muffled sounds of music coming from the bedroom.
A soft smile formed on his lips as he pictured you rolling your hips, singing along to your music. The longer he thought about it, something else also began to form.
He quietly walked into the bedroom, where he found the bathroom door cracked open, with steam still seeping out from your shower. Perfect timing.
To get a head start, he loosened his tie and threw it onto the bed. After kicking out of his shoes, he began unbuttoning his shirt, only leaving the last three for you to undo later.
As he pushed open the door, he watched your eyes as they found his in the mirror. You smiled, and almost looked away, before noticing his bare chest under his shirt.
You kept your eyes on him as he walked up behind you. Slowly, he wrapped his hands around your waist, the tension pulling your towel down just above your chest.
“I missed you.” He whispered, lowering his lips down to the nape of your neck. He breathed out as he ran his tongue over your warm skin; the contact sending a tingle to your center.
He tug his hands down into your hips and pulled you back against himself. You could feel his length just below your ass and you loved how hard he was already. Just like he craved, you pushed and grinded back against him, causing him to tug a little more on the towel near your hips. As it fell to the floor, he took in the sight of your naked body.
“We can’t be late Henry.”
With one hand he gently pushed your chest down towards the counter and with the other he moved down towards your wetness and with agonizing patience, pushed two fingers inside of you.
“We wont be.”
Hand in hand, the two of you sat on stage, waiting for the countdown to the show to begin. Henry absentmindedly placed a kiss to the back of your hand, then smiled up at you when he noticed you watching him.
Off screen, the camera man began counting down so the two of you got situated.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the tonight show! We have some amazing guests with us tonight. Give a round of applause for Henry Cavill and Y/n Halloway!”
You smiled bright as the room erupted in applause. Beside you Henry gave a wave to the crowd, but then turned his attention to the host.
“We’re so happy to have you two.”
“Well we’re happy to be here. This is amazing!” You said, an over exaggerated amount of peppiness in your voice.
“It’s good to be back, thank you for having us.” Henry ran his hand over his thigh once, before placing his hands back where they were, something you noticed he did in almost every interview he gave.
By now, you had lost count and so had he. He was truly a pro at this part of the job. Every question asked, he answered with prose and excitement, always eliciting further conversation.
The questions ranged from filming process, to future projects, to anything in between.
You had been doing much better than you thought you would. The whole thing was actually more fun than you expected, and 30 minutes in you’d fell into a flow with Henry. Completely in sync.
“The two of you play some, badass assassin lovebirds on screen. And we know--at least we hope you’re just a couple off-screen. Did this whole process bring anything out, into the--into the open?”
Henry smiled at the question after looking over and seeing the smile on your own face.
“Do you mean negative things, or?” He asked.
“No! Nothing bad, I guess, did you learn anything about one another?”
“Henry is a very...energetic man.” Before you even had a moment to process your own words, the audience began to woop and applaud at the misunderstanding of what you really meant. As the host’s eyes went wide with laughter, you glanced over at Henry and barely held it together as he shot you that knowing smirk.
“Oh my god-- that is not-- what I meant by energetic is he is constantly on the go. Like, if it’s between sleep and work, he chooses work every time.” You barely made it through without another fit of laughter, but once you did, and the crowd settled, the host pulled you out of the hole you’d dug yourself.
“Right right. So nothing was ever quiet done. There was always something that Henry needed to be doing.”
“Exactly.” You responded with a smile. Now both you and the host looked to Henry, as if waiting for him to ask the question posed earlier.
“What did I learn?” He asked himself, bringing his finger to his chin and narrowing his eyes at you. It brought a smile to your face, the way his eyes sparked when he looked at you.
“Y/n is, amazing at quiet literally everything she does.” That one made the crowd aww and brought a little heat to your cheeks as he kept his eyes on you. “She’s better than anyone I’ve ever known in every single way.”
Suddenly, the host burst out in laughter. “Woah now, Henry. That could mean a lot of things. What is it that she’s so much better at than everyone else? Do you mean what I think you mean?”
Everyone was completely engaged now if they hadn’t been before. But Henry was quick on his feet. He looked to for a moment, for approval, which you gave with a smile.
“Yes? Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.”
The host wasn’t sure how far he could push this, but you both seemed comfortable so he kept talking.
“I think it’s great you feel that way! No--really! It’s an important part of any relationship and as if you guys couldn’t of gotten anymore perfect, we now know you have an outstanding sex life.”
Henry laughed his heart warmingly big laugh and glanced over to you as he continued. “Well yeah, she really is amazing. It’s like--euphoric. Every time--like--” he was one beat away from continuing when he realized what he was about to say probably shouldn’t be said on television. “I’ll just--It’s important. It really is.”
He began looking back and forth between the two of you now, a mischievous look in his eye. “This is all sounding very--present tense..”
At that, Henry gave the floor to you, not wanting to go further than he already had and than you were comfortable with. But when he looked to you, whether you really meant to or not, you answered. “It is. It really is.”
Henry was exuberant beside you. Laughing and making eyes at you, all the while never coming off as fake or insincere. You’d never felt as safe and at home with someone as you did with him, which made this all feel okay. More than okay. It made it right.
That marked all the time you had left for the interview, and you genuinely believed that no one in that room wanted it to end. You said your goodbyes to the audience and let Henry lead you backstage by the hand.
As soon as you were out of the public eye, he pulled you in close and brought your lips to his mouth. He held you there for a long time, and you let him, savoring the smell of his cologne, the feel of his hand holding your face.
“You’re my world.” He said, after releasing you. “My entire world.”
