maybe Superman ISN’T the last kryptonion
A/n I’m really sorry for the shitty writing but I just wanted to write for funsies a lil sooo….here🌚 also we need more diva!readers in fics
it’s been 28 years since your home planet was destroyed and you’ve lived on earth pretending to be human, 28 years of holding back you’re strength and powers the yellow sun gave you.
While you adoptive parents were infinitely kind and generous about your…situation, it was hard never letting go and fully accepting what you were.
And now as I adult living in weird-shit-central-metropolis, it’s a hard to resist the thought of flying into work at the daily planet when your car is wrecked by some justice gang bullshit. And you really don’t want to mess up your freshly straitened hair or carefully curated outfit.
—But that not the point.
Until now you thought you were that last kryptonion left-that was until you saw the super cute Boy Scout with the cape saving the city. Looking past the atrocious color scheming suit despite being a fashion and beauty reporter, you might actually have a crush on Superman.
Evan more so after he saved you from being robbed on night after walking home in night, you’re feet were killing you in those damn fabulous jimmy choo’s while you rummaged around in your juicy couture purse for lipgloss your sensitive ears pick up on footsteps fastening in pace as a man grips your arm and pulls you into a ally with a grip on your arm that you could barley feel and his shaky hand holding a gun.
“Give me your purse!” He shouted, god did this guy ever learn about oral hygiene?.
“Yeah right! Do you know how much this cost?” You replied with an offended expression, why is his man-hand rough handling my very valuable purse? I should just bitch slap this punk into the next city over-
“Everything alright here pal?” A deep voice emerges behind the honestly weak-ass criminal, sliding your sunglasses (designer obviously) up to your head you look over the weak bitch boy who can’t rob for shits shoulder, there stands super hottie Superman gripping the guys shoulder
“Back the fuck off…o-or I’ll shoot her” you really hoped if he tried to shoot you he’ll am for the head, and not damaged your blouse.
“that won’t be necessary” you scoff grabbing his wrist with a inhuman amount of force, ignoring his cry’s of pain as his bones snap, with a scowl you pull him towards you and head butt him. Knocking him out cold.
“W-Well it seems you didn’t need me ,ma’am.” Superman gapes at the man crumpled on this floor.
“I hope he didn’t uh hurt you by any chance?” Still ever the Boy Scout you see, as he checks up on you. “No he didn’t, I just really wish to go home”
“no no of course! I’ll bring him to the police, please be careful and have a safe rest of your night miss” nodding profusely he awkwardly watches you straighten out your clothes and walk out the alley as if nothing happened
“….wow what a woman” he muttered at his desk at work the next day, neglecting his work as he considered taking the elevator to your floor where all the fashion and beauty reports work, and seeing you once again-just to check up on you…right?
A/n pt two: hiii it’s been a while since I’ve posted and I know this isn’t my best work but I’m just so excited about the new Superman movie and as I dc fan I just really wanted to write something, so please comment-I want to know your opinion 😼













