Where reader is a Kent and they changed their last name to be their stage name to protect Clark and their family from the fame
Where Clark is the only journalist that the reader trusts because he's her brother and won't ask invasive questions about her private or dating life
Where Clark gives her a pair of the hypno glasses he and Kara use so she can go out in public and no one will recognize her when she goes home to Smallville
Where Bruce has always had a crush on the reader but it was never the right time (you were taken and he was single or you were single and he was busy with Batman)
Brucie Wayne always and proudly proclaiming he is a fan of your music
Bruce mentioning to Clark that he wants to give you a friendship bracelet at your concert after your recent brake up (not knowing Clark is your brother) and being upset that he didn't get the chance
Clark telling you that he has a friend he wants you to meet while you are on your break.
You and Bruce meet and it's like sparks went off in a romantic cliche comedy
Would the rest of the Bats and the Birds like you? Hell yes they do because a) you are their favorite musician and poet, b) you adore animals and c) not only are you kind, but you know about the hero extra curricular
That one show in London where Brucie Wayne shows up on stage and carries you? Yeah that broke the internet
Your parents love him and the kids. Not only is Bruce so much better for you than the other dates you've had, but he's so enamored with you and his children are so respectful and treat you the way you deserve.
When you announce your engagement? Every one of your fans are telling Bruce how if he hurts your heart, Batman will never find his body (not that Bruce would)
You get married out in the country, it's outdoors, sunny, and in the fall.
Damian not only loves how you love and respect his animals, but how you and he are always finding and bringing more animals home.
I loved loved love the "miss americana and the heartbreak prince !" thing you wrote, could you do one for Naomi too?
*₊˚ ♫ 𖦹 lavender haze !
pairing : naomi mcpherson x popstar!reader
cw : basically just taylor swift!reader (obvs no physical appearance description), all fluff!
julien’s version 💜
i think reader and naomi met in a different way than the julien x popstar!reader did (that fic linked before the cut <3)
you and naomi met when you asked muna to open for you at the eras tour. you were planning to release midnights very soon, so you and your team were setting up your next tour. since the tour was going to be super long, you had to have many openers, but muna was your top pick
you had been a secret fan of muna for so long. when you had first come to terms with your queerness all those years ago, their songs were the ones to help you accept yourself while also dealing with the spotlight of being a famous singer
right after the release of one of your biggest albums, 1989, it had been leaked to the public that you were dating your best friend secret girlfriend. the media went into a frenzy, being constantly bombarded with homophobic rhetoric of the world. you disappeared for a whole year, to which no one even saw your face, but then clapped back with reputation. your career boomed after that, and you were adored by so many people yet again
naomi, and the rest of muna, had also been a big fan of yours for years. they loved how you so freely accepted yourself, even when the media tried to take you down, and you didn’t care what anyone thought. you were the biggest queer artist in the world and it showed
as you were contacting your pick of openers for the eras tour, muna was the first your team emailed. the band replied back within the day, saying they would be honored to perform for you, and the deal was set
you definitely wanted to meet them before the tour started, so you sneakily got their numbers and asked if they would want to come over and have lunch. you said it was in the premise of getting to know them, but you really just wanted to meet your favorite band
they of course agreed to lunch and the next day they came over. you considered asked phoebe to join you, since she was also another opener and a close friend of yours, but decided against it
the lunch went amazing, to your surprise. they were lovely people. all of you had more in common than you previously thought. you gushed about their music and vice versa
there was some underlying tension between you and naomi from the beginning. as soon as they walked through your door, they greeted you with a tight hug. you could feel the outline of their muscles through their shirt, and they could feel your chest pressing up against their abdominal. it drove you crazy from the start but neither of you said anything. you didn’t want to complicate things for the tour by flirting with them while they thought you were just being friendly
and just like that, you guys all became great friends. there was a groupchat made that you all texted in daily. you gave them updates on midnights and the eras tour while they gave you updates on their own tour
when you were at the studio finishing the final touches on your song ‘vigilante shit,’ you just couldn’t get the guitar right. every single combination of chords you tried didn’t sound right. you complained to them about it in your groupchat and naomi offered to come in and help you. you obviously said yes, and they made their way to your recording studio
when naomi got to your studio, you two immediately got to work. you sang the lyrics to give them an idea of the vibe of the song. as you sang, you both held eye contact with each other the whole time. the song had undertones of sexual references and it made the tension in the room amplify. as soon as you were done, naomi played a riff on their guitar for a starting point. your eyes immediately widened and you loved it. you both worked until the song was perfected, even getting naomi to sing some backing vocals for you
when midnights was released the next week, fans went crazy when they found out naomi was the one playing the guitar in the background of your vocals. rumors immediately started circling but neither of you mentioned it, too scared to make the other uncomfortable in anyway
flash forward to when the eras tour was announced. naomi reposted so many pictures of the announcement and raved about you nonstop. it made you laugh but also a bit flustered. you and all your openers were just so excited to get started
muna and paramore opened for the first night of your tour in arizona (okay i know muna didn’t open that show but let a girl be delusional). paramore was obviously fucking amazing i’m a slut for haley williams and then muna went on after. you watched from right behind the stage and danced the whole time. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of naomi’s fingers. the way they plucked the guitar made you hot in the face
you pushed your thoughts away as you went on next and sang your heart out. you started crying on stage from all the cheering and love you felt
as the tour progressed and the more time you spent with naomi, it kept getting more difficult to contain yourself. you had never felt this much yearning in your life. from the way they made your cheeks hurt from laughing so much to how they looked while they gazed down at you with soft eyes, you were whipped. it kept getting harder and harder to be professional
it was a couple shows into the tour and you started to feel the exhaust creeping up. you had to keep a certain persona one while on stage, but when you were no longer in front of a stadium full of people, you collapsed. at that moment, you were sprawled on the couch in your dressing room, trying to take your platform boots off. as if they knew you needed them, naomi knocked on the door and walked into the room
you gave them an exhausted smile, still struggling with the shoes. “need some help there, sweetheart?” they laughed out in amusement. you gave them a deadpan look and they chuckled again, kneeling in front of you to tug your boots off. after the horrendous things were off your feet, you leaned back on the couch with a satisfied sigh. naomi stayed kneeling in front of you, massaging your tired legs
“what’re you doing?” you whispered out. “just helping you relax. you put too much stress on yourself, princess.” you felt your ears heat up at all the pet names. they had always called you those sweet things, but in your tired state, it was affecting you more
“mmh, come here,” you groaned and held your arms out. they laughed and obeyed your request, sitting down next to you on the couch and pulling you into their chest. you let out a hum and snuggled into them. they gazed down at you with affection that you couldn’t see
eventually, you opened your eyes and looked up at them. you were surprised to see them already looking at you. “what?” “nothing. you just look pretty, is all,” they said and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you scoffed, “shut up. i’m all sweaty and gross.” “still pretty.”
you didn’t know what to say next, so you just looked up at them. you both just stared at each other for a moment. you leaned in and naomi leaned in, neither taking action. but naomi made the decision for both of you, pressing their soft lips against yours. you had no time to contemplate the consequences, giving in and kissing them back fiercely. they smirked into your mouth at your desperation and deepened the kiss, pushing their tongue into your mouth
you suddenly pulled away. “wait, wait, wait.” “what? did i do something wrong?” you wanted to coo at naomi’s thoughtfulness. “no, nom, it’s not that. i just… don’t what this to affect the tour, y’know?” they nodded in understanding. “yeah, i get it. but i like you, sweetheart. i really, really like you. and if you don’t feel the same, we can forget this ever happened and—” you cut naomi’s rambling off with a kiss on their lips, effectively shutting them up. “i like you too.”
and with that, you two started to try to work things out. it was a slow start, since you two were in the midst of a tour, but it was nice. you had never felt this kind of connection before. with naomi's dirty jokes that always made you giggle a bit before smacking their shoulder, or the way they snuck into your tour bus almost every night
by the middle of the tour, you two were in full blown honeymoon stage. sure, it was quick, but you two spent almost every waking moment together. okay maybe you guys were u-haul lesbians
no one knew you two were a couple except for a handful of people. it was nice for a while, getting your privacy from the watchful eyes, but you both wanted to show each other off. maybe you two would post subtle pictures on your stories or hold hands while getting coffee at a rest stop. i can so see naomi posting a photo of just your hands, their fingers interlaced with yours with a little heart next to them. fans definitely notice your eras tour colored nails and instantly know it’s you. twitter goes WILDDD
singing directly to them while they sit in the vip section during love songs ('lover,' 'lavender haze,' 'cruel summer,' 'enchanted,' 'new romantics') <333 naomi knows the songs are about your exes but it doesn't matter, because now they have a new meaning. and also making side eyes at them during horny songs ('i can see you,' 'false god,' 'so it goes...'). they lose their shit every time you perform 'vigilante shit.' like they see you do the chair dance every show, but it still gets them. jo definitely takes pictures of naomi's face every time 😭
sometimes you bring muna on for certain songs. like if you feature them in some of your vault tracks (they give 1989 vibes but maybe that's just me). like dancing up against naomi during the song being horny on the mainnn and people eat it up. the internet exclusively refers to you guys as mother and father
you definitely let them pick your surprise songs. like they make a subtle suggestion and it's immediately being on the list for the night
phoebe and jo being disgusted by you guys but katie, lucy and julien think it's absolutely adorable. like maybe you two are cuddling up on the couch while the others are also there, giggling to yourselves quietly. phoebe literally saying "at this point just fuck" and jo starts laughing hysterically. katie and lucy slapping them on the shoulders while julien tries to hide her quiet giggles. naomi smirks and wiggles their eyebrows at the suggestion, to which you shove their face playfully
there are so many photos of you posing in your glittery bodysuits, naomi's hand always on your ass. they can't help it; the tights make your legs look amazing
you were known to be quite the schemer. you dropped easter eggs for your next project in almost everything. soon enough, naomi joins in on the shenanigans since you obviously tell them all your next moves. in every gayotic episode they say something sneaky with a giddy smile on their face. most of the time jo and katie aren't even in on it and they just end up as confused as everyone else
once the u.s. leg of your tour is over, you take a much needed break for about a year. during this time, you attend so many of muna's solo concerts. fans always spot you in the vip dancing and singing along to their songs. you two are so cute fr
Tom’s mom is worry about him dating Taylor swift!reader because of her reputation. Maybe she stands up for herself or Tom defends her
hope u like this... first time writing for ts!reader so i’m a bit nervous haha. but enjoy !! <3
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“She’s who?”
“Mom, I told you. It’s Y/N L/N.”
“I know, I know.” She hums, something that worries Tom.
He’s quite excited about finally making things official with you — not publicly, though. The two of you had gone on quite a few dates until the titles “girlfriend” and “boyfriend” were mentioned. Tom had kept it on the down low — even with his family, which was slightly bizarre with how close he is with them. Even Harry didn’t know, and though the two of you didn’t intend on keeping it that way, you felt more exclusive with the dynamic that way.
Except for right now; you’re working today, but today was the day Tom was going to tell his family about you. Today is the day they’re going to meet you, and you should be on your way right about now. Already, however, it seemed as though it wasn’t going well.
“Don’t give me that look?” He doesn’t speak rudely, but from experience.
“What ‘look’?”
“That ‘I-know-what’s-best-for-you’ look.”
Her mouth opens and closes, and then she turns to Dominic for help, but abandons the idea and turns back in Tom’s direction.
“I’m just worried she’s gonna get over you as fast as the others.”
“The ‘others?’ What the fuck, mum?”
“Watch it, movie star.” Tom’s dad, Dominic, points a finger at the boy. “She’s your mother.”
“Who’s being incredibly misogynistic to my girlfriend.”
“Tom,” She reaches for his hand, pulling him down to sit on the couch across from her armchair. “I’m just making sure this isn’t as surface level as you’re making it seem.”
“I’m only telling you the vague details! Of course it’s going to seem surface level.”
“Tom,” She eyes him, eyebrow raising. “She doesn’t have a very good reputation.”
“That’s not a funny pun, mom.”
“I’m not trying to joke around,” Her voice doesn’t falter. “From what you’re telling me, I just don’t think I’m going to like her much.”
“Well, you don’t have to like her. She’s not your girlfriend, she’s mine. And her reputation isn’t even accurate — it’s not her.”
“And how can you be so sure?”
“She’s not like that!” He huffs, eyes hopeless. “She’s- she’s caring and sweet and adorable and thoughtful and considerate. She doesn’t ‘go through guys quickly’ or any of that nonsense. She’s real, and vulnerable and human. You can’t have opinions on what you don’t know to be factual.”
His parents make eye contact one more time, silently communicating. Tom holds his breath, lodging in his throat while he awaits whatever destiny is bound to be.
“Just be careful, okay?” His mother’s slightly wrinkled hand comes down softly on his knee, alerting him that everything is out of love. He’s still unsettled about the entire conversation, but he nods nonetheless.
“There’s nothing to be careful about, but okay.”
Just then, a knock sounds on the door, and Tom’s gaze is averted from his mother to the front door. He smiles at the thought of you, skating off all nerves as he stands, making his way over to the entrance.
“Hi, love.” He smiles, inviting you into his arms and into the house, kissing your forehead in content.
“Hi, baby.” You whisper back, squeezing his hand before you separate. “And you must be Mr. and Mrs. Holland.”
“Yes,” Nikki smiles, offering her hand. “It’s nice to finally… meet you.” Tom rolls his eyes at her stumble, but glides on from it. “Tom was just telling us about… you.”
Your smile is tight-lipped while you sit across from her. Tom’s hand finds a place on your thigh, protectively and lovingly.
“I hope it was all good things.” You attempt to lighten the tension, and forced laughter fills the room before it grows awkwardly quiet.
“Of course, dear.” She smiles politely before taking the chance. “I just want to know what you… intend to do with Tom.”
“You mean my intentions?”
“Yes,” she nods. “I’d hate for him to be just another pawn for a breakup song.” She laughs at herself, seemingly making a joke. Only Dominic laughs. You blink, in bewilderment and offense. Your eyes turn to Tom, and he’s close to blowing his fuse.
“I don’t date just to write songs about them.” Your voice is crisp, sharp, and her laughter is cut short in surprise at your tone.
“Oh, of course dear, I know. Just poking fun at your reputation.”
“That’s funny, I don’t remember my sixth studio album being about how much people judge my life.”
Nikki gasps, and Tom’s hand squeezes your thigh a little tighter.
“Of course not. I’m sorry if I've offended you in any way.”
“Mum, you’ve done a lot more than just offend her. Even when she’s not in the room, you’re picking apart her dating life as if those experiences were shallow.”
“Tom,” she speaks between clenched teeth, eyes motioning towards you. “I’d really not like to discuss this right now.”
“Well, that makes two of us.” You stand, “I hope whatever Tom told you, you realize there’s a lot more to me than my past relationships, and that I’m very serious about mine with Tom.”
With sympathetic glances and guilty expressions, you lead the both of you out into the driveway, leaving his parents. You’re debating if you should’ve walked out like the way you did, but ultimately, you decide it’s better to continue that encounter another time, when everyone’s cooled off and had time to think.
“Fuck,” Tom’s groans, pulling you into his chest, hugging you tightly, protectively, as if he’d failed as a boyfriend. “I’m sorry. That was- that was awful and you don’t deserve that. I’m-”
You shush him, calming fingers rubbing his back. “‘S alright. Things won’t be like that forever.”
“I hope not.”
“Trust me,” His head lays in your hands. “We’ll get what we deserve.”
Taylor Swift!Reader: *singing The Prophecy, Say Don't Go, Archer, Anti-Hero, Exile, Getaway Car, I Hate It Here, Mirrorball, My Tears Ricochet, This Is Me Trying, Tolerate It, Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me, You're On Your Own, Kid, and You're Losing Me*
the fans: it must be about a boyfriend
Alfred: *who knows his Miss Wayne better than anyone and the desperate wish to have the batfam love her back and only be rejected*
Will you be doing anymore Taylor Swift reader x batfam?
school just started yesterday for me so i'm busy with that but i have thought about this nonstop on my commute and how the songs would fit with TS!Reader
Getaway Car: Would be Alfred driving you to the airport. He has driven you to your many music lessons over the years, he has supported you where your family has fallen short, and though he cannot go with you, he can give you a hug and a tin of cookies as he watches you spread your wings and fly.
You're Losing Me: replace "babe" with "dad" and you got your song with daddy issues. You don't sing the true lyrics until you're in a stadium/Gotham City Opera House and breaking your heart on stage for everyone to see
You're On Your Own Kid: it's already perfect. You are pouring your heart out into the song and the lyrics and you know the bats would be too busy with their vigilante stuff to listen to your music or pay attention to pop culture outside of "is the one normal Wayne safe? yes? good" and then go back to fighting bad guys
Vigilante Shit: honestly gave the more pop culture savvy ones a heart attack and they listened to it in case you spilled something but all Bruce could think of was "good job exposing corruption through the evidence trail" and not look any deeper. He will dirty his hands so you, his one normal child, can have a safe life.
No Body No Crime: you could confess to murder and your fans, especially the ones in Gotham would swear you were with them. You didn't murder anyone.
Superman: Clark, Jon, and Connor unironically have that as their ring tone and Bruce is simultaneously glad you don't have a song about Batman and miffed because why does Clark get a song?
Illicit Affairs: it's not about an affair or meeting with a lover in this au, it's about the fams vigilante shit and how you feel left out of the family because of it. The bridge has some parts of a fight between you and Bruce the last time he called you "kid"
I Can Do It With A Broken Heart: "I can hold my breath... I'VE BEEN DOING IT SINCE I LEFT!"
None of the Bats intentionally meant to neglect you and that was the saddest thing.
You were the one normal one.
You were the one so like Bruce and yet, not.
They wanted to make Gotham safe for you and all they did was drive you away.
Every concert you had? They tried to make it but Joker or Clayface or Riddler or Bane kept them from seeing you.
Alfred watches your concert on a live stream every night, cheering you on as he always has. Smiling as he finds the similarities between you and Master Bruce have only grown and frowning as the two people he loves will forever be at odds.
And when you do return to Gotham? It's going to be the biggest wake up call.
They can't kidnap you and bring you back home. You became the most powerful person in the world. You are the music industry. You are friends with royalty.
You are beloved by all when all they want is for you to come home and be loved by them.
