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Request - Could you do headcanon where being the son of Clark Kent and Lois lane who is triplets with his brothers Jon and Jordon (Superman and Lois). Where the wizard gave him the power of Shazam. Also his dating Anthea, and acts like Deadpool.
•Lois caught you making out with Anthea, in your bedroom.
•Lois and Clark found out that you have a girlfriend.
•Your father gave you the talk... Well tried.
•You started to sing very loud so your dad would stop talking about safe sex.
•Your parents invited Anthea over for dinner.
•Your brothers are in shock, you have a girlfriend.
•Your family likes Anthea.
•The town was in danger and they found out that Anthea has powers.
•Your family is speechless about who is Anthea’s parents.
•Anthea is helping you and your family fight the bad guys.
•You got hurt and fell to the ground hard.
•You struggled to stand up and said “When it comes time to licking wounds, there is no like home!”
“Who are you talking to?” - Anthea asked.
“He always says crazy stuff like that. It doesn't make any sense” - Jordan said.
•You are romantic to Anthea but in different ways, and she likes that.
•Your mom likes Anthea and they get along.
•Anthea would help you and your brothers train together.
•You and your brothers got invited to a Halloween party.
•Jordan and Jon won't wear a costume because they think it's childish.
•But you arrived at the party, as a taco and wearing a sombrero.
•Some people did laugh at you.
•You argued with your brothers about why they didn't you tell everyone won't wear a costume.
•But Anthea arrived to the party wearing a costume. You and Anthea start to smile at each other.
•You and Anthea just danced with each other, and you didn't care about anyone else at the party.
•Anthea is dressed as a cowgirl.
•While fighting a powerful villain, You and your father got hurt badly.
•Anthea and everyone else saw you and Clark get killed.
•Anthea started to cry and she used her powers to change the timeline before you and Clark got killed.
•Your mother Lois always jumps when she hears the thunder sound when you yell ‘Shazam!’
•Even when you are Shazam, you don't act serious all the time.
•Clark would always give you the speech to be serious while fighting bad guys and saving people.
•Jodran is always trying to beat you when it comes to strength.
•While you are Shazam, you are much stronger than him and you learned faster how to control your powers.
•Your brothers get jealous when Clark spent more time with you when you first got your powers.
•It was Valentine's Day but you forgot.
•You got a ring pop and told her how you feel, she thought it was sweet.
•But days later, you surprised her with a romantic date.
•But she did get you a gift & you loved the watch, you wear it every day.
•Your parents noticed that you are in love with Anthea.
•Anthea will tell you to be serious.
•You would be serious but not for long.
•You would play fight with your brothers.
•Anthea’s sisters don't like you or your family.
•They think you're annoying and Anthea shouldn't date you.
•When Kara came to visit she was happy to meet Anthea.
•When you are feeling sad or angry, Anthea would know and she would try to comfort you.
•You are very protective of Anthea.
•Your parents would give you advice on how to treat Anthea.
•Your mom got scared when you jumped off the roof and yelled Shazam.
•She grounded you, because you scared her to death, almost.
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Imagine: Derek having to convince you that you deserve love
You weren’t particularly fond of it. Emotions. I mean you had them. You can cry on a dime if you watch a sad movie or scene. And oddly enough when you get hugs.. sometimes you tear up.
You weren’t raised to be “emotional” or to Expect a lot. You weren’t neglected or ever wanted anything from your parent.s they just decent enough parents. They made sure you had food in your belly, clothes, and whatever you wanted within reason. But you were different. When you saw your friends being young and Stupid. You just saw warning signs. And you stared clear. And when All your friends got coupled up. And you were Left behind. You are sixteen. Realized. You would always be alone. So you had to make a decision. Cry and Let a status determine who you were. Or Learn to be happy with yourself which was pretty easy. You were always by yourself. Sure you had friends. But you didn’t go out to party and weren’t ever invited out. You. I just.. accepted it.
It was because of Erica you learned to about the werewolves in Beacon Hills and about Derek Hale. You knew about him. From passing. Especially since you saw him from time to time and you always had to stop. He would be a few yards away and you would stop just t Marvel at his beauty for a second before going on your way. Well after Meeting him and watching Erica change completely. With her personality and boldness, you barely recognized Erica. You were changed to. Not by choice. Derek just did it. You survived the bite but you weren’t like Erica. You weren’t bold and dressing differently you felt better but still yourself.
Two females in a pack. And having Derek as the Alpha. It was clear both you and Erica thought Derek was unbelievably attractive. And rationally you didn’t want to do anything about it. Because you were just 17. And he was over the age. And far too Hot. And you were fighting with your contentment. You weren’t the kind of girl who gets the guy. Erica tried everything to get Derek’s attention. Secretly you were enjoying the failed attempts she wasn’t just giving up. She got a thrill each time he refused her. Then During a training session, Erica jumped and Kissed him. You weren’t overly stunned that she tried getting into Stiles’s pants earlier. That week. But Derek tossed her off and Eric’a statement “I have someone else in mind for you.”
That’s when you spoke up, “what do you mean by that? You’re setting us up? Playing matchmaker?”
Derek looked at you. As he spoke, “Don’t worry when you’re older. We will discuss it again.’
“No- No you can tell us Now? You shuffling us around like cattle?”
Derek chuckled as he spoke, ‘No of course Not. But I have hopes.. for who my two betas will be with”
you looked over at Erica and Boyd knowing instantly who he was going to set them up with. “Erica and Boyd... you’re going to push them together..” looking at Derek. who was standing over you after just tossing you to the ground? he was covered in sweat as he crossed his arms. which you just knew meant you were Right. “And. Me and-” Derek stopped you there as he spoke, “I haven’t - you aren’t going to him. this conversation is over!’
and it was. Derek kept his word he didn’t bring it up again, Not after Erica died, Or Boyd..Isasic-you wasn’t sure what happened to him. one second he was with the hunter and the next in Paris? or Egypt you weren’t sure. you’re pretty sure he is alive. either way years passed. Out of Derek’s pack, you were the only one left. Derek tried to push you off to Scott thinking you would be better and safer with him. you loved Scott he was your friend. him Stiles, Lydia, Malia but he wasn’t Derek, and you didn’t want to be in A pack without Derek as your Alpha. Derek didn’t sugarcoat anything. Scott has a can-do butterfly and rainbow outlook on things. saying that he/ the pack will Fix everything and everyone will be safe. the positivity wasn’t what you needed. you wanted the truth about the dangers. Derek was the only one who gave you the truth and true reassurance. Naturally, Derek tried everything in his power to Ride himself of you but you were Stubborn. and refused.
After High school, you went away, and Derek encouraged it. wanting you to experience Life, and Scott promised he would Stay in beacon hill to protect and help the younger wolves. which He did.. until Liam graduated and Scott just figured that the wolves and all the supernatural mischief would Just Stop. you were Slightly furious that Scott Left Beacon Hill, after promising he would stay and be the Alpha and help out whenever a new Big Bad showed up. Derek was there. with Eli but it wasn’t the same. Scott was the Alpha since Derek lost his ranking. it was Scott’s responsibility, not Derek’s. you moved back to help out. plus you got offered a teaching position.
Returning to Beacon Hill Derek was Stunned to smell you, you smelt the same as when you left. he was stunned as you hugged Eli and gave him a long story about your adventures in New Orleans. One of the Downfalls of being the Alpha he could smell the scents off you. it originally was a thing for Alpha to have over their packs to keep them safe. hundreds of years ago. but now it was Creepy.. and Even the other pack members can smell who was close to the others. but Alpaha’s noses are more tuned in and he could smell right now to how long it was lasting. unfortunately, Derek smell your former lovers.. or in your case your Lack of Lovers.. he was Stunned. watching you go around and give your headbutt to Malia. your secret handshake you then pulled her into a Hug. and Derek was Stunned.
Out of All the girls, in the Pack. you were the one that knew was going to be a heartthrob, with your Shinny y/c/h and the depths of your eyes. your dry sense of humor and you’re brilliant brian. you could have easily been the CEO of any company or the Next president of the united states. you were Smart enough and could literally be Anything in the world. but you choose a Teacher. He knew your grand plan was to come back to Beacon hill one day. you loved it here. it was home. and you wanted to be here in case something bad happened to cause you wanted to protect your family. you skillfully and masterfully were able to keep your secret from them.
When you were in High school Derek had the hardest time reminding himself. you were a high schooler and he refused to be a creep. Sure he thought about Everything he wanted to do with you, on you, to you. for you. and that was when you were in High school. Now an adult. and more confident in your words, and your mind was expanded, Everything about you changed but fundamentally you were still the same. Derek secretly cursed all the boys at your university. he figured you would be hounded by boys left and right. he definitely figured you would have a line of boys waiting to Woo you. Malia didn’t notice her nose could only smell your soap and shampoo and the deodorant you were using and the calmness you had.
Shifting over hugging Derek you gave him a big squeeze as he hugged you tightly. they all helped you move into Derek’s Old flat you were renting as Eli said it was going to be a man magnet for sure. which you just laughed.
Malia soon took Eli home while Derek stuck behind as he spoke, “can I ask a personal question?”
you were sitting on the sofa about to stick your hand into a bag of lays chips, “yea absolutely what’s up?’
“Why don’t you have a partner?’
that wasn’t what you were expecting to hear, you expecting to hear “why did you come back, why aren’t you exploring the world” along the lines of the speech he gave you when you graduate to go out and explore the world. but Not why are you single?
“Oh- well. I don’t know- No one is knocking on my Door.”
Derek rolled his eyes as he spoke, ‘bullshit- your beautiful, funny, kind, compassionate, Brilliant. you are the last person i expected to be Single.”
“thank you?” you laughed at that statement as you shook your head, ‘No one- I guess. I don’t know. it’s not like I’m outspoken. I just- prefer my own company.”
Derek saw right thru that Lie. he knew you were lying to yourself when you use to state that you were content with being just by yourself. the truth was you were terrified of loving someone. And that you were afraid No one could love you. so you are never tired. Derek figured. after school when you went to university and the boys saw you. that they would sweep you off your feet. and you would learn you deserve Love. If it weren’t for the fact you were a high schooler when he turned you. Derek would have. he would have made you feel like a goddess on this earth. But again. Derek’s mortal compass refused to hurt you in that way. he promised himself he wouldn’t even entertain the idea of having you, being with you, until you were an adult. then you moved and he thought he would finally be finished with his crush on you. Now sitting there giving faint lies as to why you were still Single. it drove Derek even crazier.
“you deserve the love you know y/n. more than anyone in this town. you are. unbelievable.’
you rolled your eyes you heard your mom give you the same speech hundreds of times. when she would call and bug you about who you were seeing. as if even If you had someone you would Go into details about your love life with your mother! But Derek was different. Derek was Derek. “I do not, it’ just- hasn’t happened. and I’m not going to Wallow in sadness because I’m alone. you’re alone.. and look at you.’
Derek sighed heavily as he spoke “I’m alone by choice because of the only woman who could tempt me. is afraid of love.”
your eyes grew large as you spoke, “Malia? you sick Fucker.”
Derek rolled his eyes as he spoke, “you idiot! Not my cousin!”
your mouth fell open as Derek walked over crouched down in front of you looking up at you. “ive been intoxicated with you. since before I bite you Y/n. I didn’t- i wouldn’t do anything about it.. when you were...” Derek paused as he grabbed your hand, “remember when you figured otu I was hoping for Erica to be with Boyd?” you nodded your head,”yea you wanted me with Isaac.”
he’s grip on your tighten hearing as he shook his head, “No- I never said that. you assumed. I- wanted you. I was hoping. One day. we could be together.” your mouth fell open hearing that as Derek spoke, ‘let me show you how much you deserve Love.”
WOW, was all you could think about the next morning. As you laid on the floor beside your bed. The mattress you brought was completely destroyed along with half your bedding and the sofa derek brought over. You were so thankful for super healing. Since there were moved you never thought were imaginable. Derek was laying beside you. As he was breathless as you tapped his chest softly with the back of your hand.
" Derek this isn't a one time thing right"
Derek shifted wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulled you into a side hug.
" God I hope not"
"Good. But next time.. no claws"
"Deal"
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“Yknow Robin. I met Lois because of her sharp reporting skills.” Dick, aka the wonder boy turns to the man of steel confused. “I thought you met her cause of work?” Superman chuckles, looking ahead at his son. [Y/N] Kent, you were actually being interviewed by a teenage girl for her school report.
“Just saying. History may repeat.” Robin finally looks over at where the kryptonian was looking at. “…OH!” Robin immediately rushes over to the superboy. Clark couldn’t help but let out a low laugh.
Robin puts an arm around the superboy who started to get flustered and forget the teenager. Completely focusing on his “friend.” Looking like an excited puppy, Robin couldn’t help but let out that signature smirk.
Clark smiled at the two boys as Batman, Bruce Wayne, appeared beside him. “What are you doing Superman.” Superman looks over at his best pal, nudging him with his elbow.
“Nothing, just a lil observation.”
He knew of the boy’s crush on his son. He was just giving him a good head start to try and win him over. 
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INVISIBLE STRING, AU — clark kent x reader.
DESCRIPTION: you lock eyes with a charming stranger at a party you’d rather not be at. NOTES - leave me all your thoughts and opinions. i love them <33 | next part
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What am I doing here? The words echoed in your head like a pulsing poison, eating away at your brain like ants to honeycomb.
Your brother was off sitting in a circle, fawning over cars, football, and all else that fueled testosterone and silly male enjoyment.
And then there was you, hugging the corner like an old lover, its shadows mirroring your open embrace.
“We should go over there,” declared Kate, a ringlet of her curl dancing with the springtime breeze. “You know, to see what the boys are talking about.”
No. No no no no no no—
“Yeah, we should!” Oh, if people wouldn’t see it as odd for you to slam a hand against your cheek…
There was a glaze over your pretty, fretting eyes and restless mind, a honeyed glaze slick with doubt and dissociation. You’d pushed yourself enough by coming here, and now you were being led like lamb to cleaver—ready to face your slaughter at the hands of—oh.
So busy was your mind that you might have kept your head bowed if not for subconscious pleasure.
His boots were shiny, and his denim tailored—and it’s all you paid attention to before your gaze shifted upward to find two remarkable blue-gray eyes peering in curiosity.
“Clark!” he blurted, offering a strong hand, and if you had half a mind, you would have realized it wasn’t politeness but interest.
You, always so caught up in doubts and hyperfocusing on imperfections. So caught up that you never quite saw what mirrored in men’s eyes when they gazed hungry at you: intimidation. You were strong, intelligent—and God—so pretty. Yet you could only breathe in your lack.
So no, when the handsome flannel boy with glasses far too big for his chiseled face and unruly raven hair—when his southern-kissed greeting met your ears, you had no idea it was a game.
A game between the men.
First to catch her interest would be first to have her.
But Clark was different. He wasn’t interested in feeding off the competition, he wanted to beat them to it. To offer you what they could not. But you knew none of this. You only knew that he greeted women as if a fire was forcing his hand.
“Y/N,” you warmed with a smile, shaking his hand in turn. He pulled back, gazing at his palm for a moment before a pinch settled between his brows.
“This is my sister, everyone. And this is my girlfriend, Kate.” Your brother strung Kate to him like a fly to spiderweb. She became smiley again, saying, “We got bored and decided to eavesdrop.”
“Be our guest,” Clark offered, the southern tang to his voice so soft you had to drown out the world to catch it. His eyes were on you, but your head was too bowed to realize.
Your gaze flickered to Kate sitting atop your brother’s lap. You shifted on your feet.
Vance, your brother’s friend, whom you had an insufferable crush on, stood in unison with Clark.
Their gazes locked in a silent contest you were too innocent to realize before Vance, frustrated, laughed breathily and sat back down.
“Oh no, it’s fine—” you began, but Clark shook his head, stepped aside, and motioned to the armchair. His gaze was so severe you had no choice but to comply.
You shuffled over awkwardly, finding your seat—only Clark stood beside you. He smelled of honeyed whiskey, chai, old books, and firewood. You stared at his veined hand on the arm of your seat, your mind wandering for a moment… What might that hand feel like against your skin?
“Surprised you guys aren’t over there yapping about books,” Vance began, his coal-colored eyes blanketing your face like a sinful dare.
It would never work. He was the moon, and you were the sun, warm and bright opposed to cold encased by darkness. But for months, his subtle flirtations evoked a lonesome part of your heart. Perhaps it was the lesser part of you, used to unhealthy men, that made you bend toward his attention like a starved flower. Regardless, you did, and it never made you feel less awful after parting.
When your gaze broke from his, you giggled shyly in unison with Kate, but that strong voice sliced through, commanding your attention again.
“You like to read?” he asked.
You flicked upward to Kate, only to find her chocolate stare upon you.
Oh… he was asking you.
“Um—” you began, nervous to have attention on your voice. “Well, yeah, sort of.”
“Sort of?” he tested with the lazy beginnings of a smile. You realized then how silly you sounded.
“Do you read?” you asked Clark, allowing your curiosity to bring your eyes back to him. As if he were a marionette, and you his new puppet, being pulled by an invisible string so he might study your pretty eyes. Were they always so warm and doe-like? Or had the wine made them more gentle? He wondered as you turned the question onto him.
“I do,” he replied, but when you grew shy and quiet again, he winced at himself. His icy gaze stuttered toward Vance, and he knew then that he’d have to open his mouth if he wanted your attention. He’d just have to work a little harder, and that was okay.
Usually, pretty girls like you would flock to him with no effort needed. Something about him looking like a Pinterest boyfriend, and all he had to do was sit and attract. But you… something about you told him you weren’t like the rest.
“I uh— I do.” He continued, breaking the stretched silence. “Sally Rooney—” he began, but you cut him off immediately.
“You read romance?” Your eyes widened, and your body turned toward him, and for a moment, you were completely lost in his words.
He didn’t pause or flicker with annoyance at your enthusiasm but instead gave you a lopsided grin.
“I do,” he confirmed. Though not a lie, he found himself a fisherman who’d hooked you with the most irresistible bait. Pretty, mysterious, shy girl you were—now he’d get you to talk. “Do you?”
Kate cut in, “We read about fairies and dragon riders.” You flushed a pretty pink with an embarrassed laugh. He peered down at you, giving Kate only a ghostly laugh of acknowledgment.
“You like fantasy, then?” he said so low it was as if the conversation was reserved for only the two of you.
As if fate were aiding his hand, the others fell into comfortable conversation. Not you, though. You were pinned under his grayed gaze.
“I read anything with a good love story,” you answered, so honestly, it surprised you.
“I like that,” he said simply, as if he were talking to himself. When he realized it, a pinch snaked between his brows, and you couldn’t help but softly laugh. He mirrored you. “What?”
“You’re likely the only man alive who does, if you’re telling the truth.”
“Well I—” he began, but your brother cut in.
“Ready to head out, Y/N?” You noticed just how entranced you’d been in this handsome stranger, not for his pretty face or interests, but for his words. The rest never mattered—not for you anyway. You often found it hard to capture any man’s attention, let alone the handsome ones. Even so, a lick of disappointment thrummed in your heart.
You dared to wonder what might happen if you offered your social media so he could contact you again. But the idea sped your heart and widened your eyes, so you stood with a nod.
Vance offered you a warm hug, and you merely waved at the others before turning to Clark—well, Clark’s chest. He towered over you, his honeyed whiskey scent licking your senses as he pulled you into a warm embrace. Gentle, curious, as if testing the feel of your body against his. Stranger to stranger—but he was so warm, so confusingly familiar.
“It was nice to meet you, Y/N,” he spoke first, pulling away. Swayed by his warmth, you could only nod.
Now was your chance. Your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ask for a way to keep in contact with this mysterious stranger. But you cowered when you glanced up at his pretty face.
Fate wasn’t kind, and in your mind, you decided there was a model waiting for his warmth at home—and you were only allowed to entangle with him for a moment, never again.
“You too, Clark…”
Then you were off, never to see the mysterious stranger ever again.
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Yandere Superfam - Happy Father's Day!
It was Father's day semi recently, so I wrote this. Note: it is very important to me that every one who reads this understands that I didn't actually write this on Father's Day. I swear!
Oh, and I updated the soul animal au Taglist again, so hopefully I got everyone!
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"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" A voice sung to you, dragging you from the depths of oblivion you found solace in. The sound of opening curtains cut into you like a knife.
"Mmmghhh..." You attempted, keeping your eyes firmly closed against the rising sun blaring into your eyeballs. Couldn't he just go away? You stared blearily. Clark Kent, or rather, Superman was smiling, a beaming ray that burnt into you.
"Come on now, Sunshine. It's Father's Day! Aren't you excited to spend it with your dad?"
No, is what you wanted to say. But you bit the comment down as you often did. It never helped, not with Bruce, not with Clark. How unfair.
"You couldn't have let me sleep for a little longer?" You tried, almost whining. First they use ‘medicine’ to get you to sleep, then they force you to wake up early.
"Sorry but that won't be happening. We only have limited time with you today! We have to enjoy as much time together as we can before you go to Bruce's." He looked apologetic, but you doubted it. He never truly was.
Your life with Superman was an endless spiral of apologies, a litany of white lies hidden by a brilliant smile. A sun that shone so brightly, you almost forgot the burns.
You gave a little sigh, but acknowledged the futility of your actions. A few years of this and you let go of resisting the little things. It made things easier.
You got out of your bed, doing your best to ignore the fervent eyes that traced your every movement. You reached under your bed, pulling out his present from under your bed. It wasn't much of a hiding space, given that it was known by every person that lived in the house, but you appreciated that they let you have little things like this. Or pretended to, anyways.
“Here you go.” You thrust the present towards him, wanting to get it over with.
“That’s Bruce’s present.” He replied, with a slight smirk.
“Eh.. how?” You mumbled, looking down. “You peaked, didn't you!”
“No I didn't not. I just know the difference between your wrapping, and Alfred’s wrapping.”
You glanced down, noticing the immaculately decorated and wrapped present in your grasp. Whoops.
With a swift movement, you reached under your bed and grasped the other present, exchanging the two with a quick action. There was a visible difference in the two, Clark’s being much more shoddily wrapped.
“Forget about that.” You demanded. Trying to get him to ignore it, you pushed his actual present in his direction.
“Woah, hold on there.” He smiled. “Jon’s been waiting downstairs to give me his present too, you two have to do it together, remember.” He patted you on the back. “Come on!”
With your frustrated affirmation, the two of you went downstairs, immediately meeting the excited gazes of both Lois and Jon. Jon in particular was bouncing in his seat, clutching onto a bunch of gifts.
“Happy Father’s day!” He shouted, a beaming smile on his face. Clark chucked, patting Jon’s hair.
“Thank you Jon.” The two began a conversation about Jon’s gifts, and you swiftly became bored. Your eyes strayed away from the table, until you accidentally locked eyes with Lois. She smiled at you, a soft image of happiness. She was definitely the most subtle of the family. It even took you a few escape attempts before you realised she wasn't your ally. After that it became difficult to see her the same way.
“And what about you, sunshine?” A hand ruffled your hair, Clark interrupting your musings with a single gesture. You bit back a flinch.
“Ah yeah, this is my present… Dad.” You attempted to sound jovial. Judging by the smile on his face it had worked, but you weren't entirely sure if that was a result of your actions skills or his delusions.
“Thank you! Let’s see what you've made this year.” Clark took no time in unwrapping the gift. “Ah, another mug, and just look at this drawing, you get more creative every time.” He beamed. You felt like living in this household half the time entitled you to sunglasses.
Your gift wasn't anything fancy, just a simple mug with a terribly drawn face on it. The words ‘happy dad’ were written under the face, in sloppy handwriting.
Clark walked over to a cabinet, opening it up. In the cabinet lay another mug, this one lacking any drawing at all. Instead, it had the name Clark written on and drawn out, and the word Dad swiftly smudged on instead.
That mug was actually one of Clark’s old mugs, you had just stolen it upon learning that they had actually expected a gift from you on Father’s Day. You originally wrote Clark down, but soon realised that would be a mistake, crossing it out and writing Dad. Somehow, he loved it.
In all honesty, you couldn't complain. If you set the bar this low, you could easily up it the next year without having to put in much effort. As long as you were ‘creative’ Clark accepted anything, if it was from you. Maybe next year your mug drawing would be two drawings, instead of one. You dreaded the time when you'd eventually have to put actual effort into gifts. Surely, you'd have escaped before then.
“Come on kids!” Clark called out, drawing your attention back to him. “Let’s enjoy today as much as we can, before Sunshine has to go to Wayne Manor later.”
Jon pouted. “Do they really have to go? They went last year too. They already spent half their time at Wayne Manor as is.” He grumbled. Jon was more obvious in his possessiveness, something that occasionally ruffled the feathers of the Batfam. The tug of war between Jon and Damian was far too frequent, the memory of it making your shoulders ache a little.
“Now now Jon. Bruce is Sunshine’s father just as much as I am.”
Considering neither of them were your father, his statement was a little infuriating.
“What game are we going to play this time?” Your question was both an act of masochism and genuine interest. Feigning injuries never worked against two superhumans who could look into your very bone structure. Instead, you had come to find some enjoyment in watching Clark and Jon bumble about, trying to play fair in a competitive game wherein they viewed you as both weaker and fragile. It was actually a great method for venting your anger, as long as you weren't too overt about it.
If you accidentally hit them with a hockey stick a few times, or aimed a basketball to their face a little too much, it wasn't your fault! It's not like they could feel it anyway.
“It'll be tennis today.” Clark declared, receiving an excited Ooh in response from Jon.
Ah, tennis. A little harder to use, but very much still workable. If it was golf you'd be screwed.
Oh, wait but..
“How are we playing tennis with three people?” You questioned. Lois tended to stay out of your games, preferring to watch.
“I'll play against you and Jon. If any of Bruce’s family show up early again, then one of them can join in too.” Clark spoke cheerfully, but you knew it always bothered him a bit when they arrived too soon.
Clark and Bruce’s ‘shared custody’ of you wasn't always so amicable. At one point it was downright violent. Honestly if it weren't for the effects their efforts were having on you they'd have probably escalated into a war. They had come to an agreement since, but it always bothered them whenever it was infringed on in some form.
“Time to get going Sunshine! Jon’s already waiting for you!” An abrupt push to your back jolted you forward, giving you a small jump of shock. Ugh. You glared at Superman as he responded to your surprise with good natured laughter.
You slowly walked out into the field, Jon handing you a tennis racket, his smile gleaming like the sun.
You could only hope that Batman was a little calmer on Father’s Day.
#yandere superfam#yandere#yandere superman#yandere clark kent#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#darkstaria#my writing#hints of yandere batman#shared custody scenario#yandere jon kent#yandere lois lane#yandere dc
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The Billionaire Boys Club
Batfamily x PhD student reader
(This takes place around 6 years after the Intern. )
The Intern Collection
Prequel: Death of a Family
The Intern: Day one
The Intern: The Laughing Fish
The Intern: Busy Work
The Intern: Outreach Gala
The Intern: Teachers Pet
The Intern: Visiting an old friend
The Intern: Chemical Valley
The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club
After interning in her hometown, Y/N was recruited to do her master's degree fully funded by Lexcorp. She had developed an attraction over the 3 years working with Lex Luthor, yet his controlling behavior led to Superman warning Y/N about the CEO's affections. Her master's thesis was on the environmental impacts of Kryptonite use and storage.
Gotham City's explosive tonight. The annual environmental gala has somehow brought fresh life into the sallow streets.
The gala's decorator deserves a raise. Lush vines descend from the high ceiling wrapping around the pillars. I narrow my eyes. Are those real carrier pigeons? Every flower from any climate you could possibly imagine flood the walls in a sweet cascade of fragrance. The sweet aroma tethers me to the present. Dick and Tim give me sly smiles from across the ballroom. Stumbling past the walls of plants, Bruce gives me a thumbs up.
"You clean up nice."
I give him a small smile before glancing down at my Wayne sponsored garb. The long satin dress hugs my hips in an almost risque manner. A respectable slit begins at my mid thigh showing off my red and black pumps. I grimace at the unknown cost.
"You know you didn't have to go all Pretty Woman on me Mr. Wayne." I joke smoothing out my silk gloves, "I do have a paycheck."
Bruce smiles. It takes me off guard. A real smile with squinted eyes and smile lines. As goofy as the most attractive man in the room can be. Compared to his work persona, it's nice to see.
"Ms. L/N, I would never ask you to spend your money to play dress up for a gala I invited you to."
I nod not knowing what else to say. An entire styling team showed up at my door this morning with rack of dresses to choose from... and the shoes... well let's just say it would have made Cinderella run back home and demand to know why she couldn't have gotten Bruce Wayne as her Godmother.
His eyes gravitate to the pendant draped across my neck. A sting of pain registers on his face. I shift uncomfortably once he starts to stare. At my discomfort, Mr. Wayne apologizes.
"I'm sorry Ms. L/N. I haven't seen that necklace in a very long time."
I raise an eyebrow. Mr. Wayne never divulges this much personal information.
"Old flame?" I joke wiggling my eyebrows.
He shakes his head with a pained smile.
"That was my Mother's necklace."
My eyes widen. Martha Wayne's necklace. Instinctively, I reach to take it off. I already couldn't afford a ruby necklace, but a Wayne family heirloom? Hell no.
"I can take it off if you-" I start reaching for the clasp.
Mr. Wayne stops me in my tracks.
"Don't worry about it. That was a long time ago. "
I still hesitate. I glance awkwardly around the ballroom.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Mr. Wayne weighs carefully, "Besides, it might make for an interesting headline."
I scowl.
"I'm not going to like this am I?"
A devilish grin appears in response to my dismay.
"Welcome back to Gotham Ms. L/N."
Bruce's sons materialize a few seconds later. If I wasn't used to them suddenly appearing in my office, I would have shrieked.
"Tim. Dick." I greet with a nod, "Always a pleasure."
The younger boy looks at me like I am a puzzle piece he can't quite figure out where to put yet. Dick is as charming as ever.
"Y/N, I can't believe Bruce roped you into being his date. Have you ever considered unionizing?" He teases with a grin.
"At least, I'm getting paid to be here. What's your excuse?" I tease lightly hitting his shoulder. "Don't you have a hot date tonight Bludhaven?"
A painfully familiar shadow interrupts the conversation.
"Mr. Luthor."
Turning around, my legs begin to shake. What a wonderful... surprise. Lex nods to the three men before setting his sights on me.
"Mr. Luthor,"
Saying his formal title feels wrong, yet calling him Lex wouldn't be right either. Not after everything that has happened. Timothy's analytical gaze burns my peripheral.
"Ms. L/N, would you join me for a dance?"
I hesitate eyeing the audience that is forming. Extending his hand, Lex continues, "For old times sake?"
Three people stopped talking to gawk. I don't have much of a choice. With the amount of gossip mongrels here tonight, if I say no my face will be plastered on every gossip column in Gotham... If I say yes, well at least it will only be in Metropolis Gossip columns. I don't have much of a choice.
"Of course... Mr. Luthor." I agree through gritted teeth letting him drag me onto the dance floor.
If I thought agreeing to a waltz would quell speculation, I was poorly mistaken. Dozens of eyes follow our every movement including my boss's.
"You are only feeding into their curiosity." Lex whispers in my ear, "Those vultures know when you are weak."
"Is that what I am?" I question finally looking into his green eyes, "No need for flattery Alexander."
"There isn't any other way to explain your disappearance."
"-That's not fair."
The fire in his eyes leaves me speechless. This was not how I planned to spend my Saturday evening. For a moment, I fantasize on how this night could have gone. I could have had an early night enjoying take out... exchanged my favorite book with the cute guy next door. Slept in. Instead, I am bickering with a man who could be my Uncle over the fact I didn't take a job offer...and potentially start a relationship with him.
"Okay, so I cut you off." I start, "I'm sorry I hurt you, but things couldn't keep progressing like that. My project ended. It was time for me to go."
...and Superman told me that you started tracking my whereabouts... along with bugging my apartment... Go to therapy.
Lex shakes his head.
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
"You were offered a complete stipend. A guaranteed job offer. Why would you turn that down?"
My lips press together into a fine line.
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
The orchestra roars into a crescendo. The dance speeds up.
"You know why...." I hiss trying to keep up with his increasing tempo.
I've never been good at multitasking.
1, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3-
"-Say it," Lex demands gripping my fingers tighter, "Tell me."
The ring on his left hand gets caught on my gloves tearing the beautiful silk right down the center. The radiant green draws my attention. Kryptonite. After all this time, he still wears it. Rage causes my face to go hot. I stop dancing to grab his ring.
"This is why Lex," I snarl, "Because I am sick of watching you destroy yourself. You've read my research."
A smart ass grin stretches across his face. The onlookers exchange curious glances at our lack of dancing.
"I paid for it." He replies smugly.
"Then you should know how ludicrous this behavior is. You are going to die before you win."
His eyes get sharp. I must have hit a nerve. A vein in his forehead grows prominent. Another couple dances past us. Lex tears me out of the way before I get bulldozed. A few beats later, we are back in the dance. His hands grow tight around mine like he's afraid I might disappear again. My knuckles turn white from the pressure, but I won't give him what he wants. Pain laces up my palms.
"So, you would rather waste your career working for a halfwit like Bruce Wayne?"
I freeze for a second. This is what this is really about. Lex is jealous that I chose to work for Bruce. If it was anybody else, he could convince himself that I was downgrading, but I went to his direct competition. Thinking of the conversation I had with Bruce earlier, when nobody else is around Bruce has a strange intelligence in his mannerisms. In public, he had initially joked about not reading my research, yet once we were alone the intensity of his questions made me nervous. Considering his extracurricular activities, it's unsurprising that he would want to keep his persona lowkey. How did my job search end with watching the boys club battle it out?
"I will only say this once: My life is mine. What I choose to do is my decision. Say what you want about Mr. Wayne, but at least he respects my privacy." I growl ripping my hands out of his grasp. "Have a nice day Mr. Luthor."
Storming past the "Garden of Eden" display, I slam open the double doors. God.... Everyone there probably thinks I slept with him.
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“oh if kara ever comes to mawsm, she’ll be such a sweetiepie like clark is :)” no. listen to me. you aren’t seeing my vision here.
#my adventures with superman#my art#doodles#clark kent#lois lane#kara zor el#shes not mean shes just 13 and is taking the 'protect your cousin' task a little too seriously#shes not mean shes just chronically 13 LMAO#also i imagine shes speaking kryptonian here or maybe shes just calling lois a bitch idk take your pick#also yeah. she is foaming at the mouth here I was struggling to show her face w the pose
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*Martha inviting Clark and Lois into the Kent family home: "I'm so glad you could come visit us. Oh by the way, these are our new neighbors. they're from the city too!"
*Gestures to Heatwave and Livewire in the living room eating pie on the sofa.
*Livewire/Heatwave: 'O_O'....
*Clark/Lois: 'O_O'....
"They just bought up the ol' Jenkin's farm a few months ago. They were a struggling for a while at first. Didn't realize farming is harder than it looks. But the community came together to show em what to do. Now their chickens make the freshest eggs in town. I usually trade one of my blueberry pies with them on Sundays for a dozen. I'm sure you'll get along!"
*Livewire/Heatwave: 'O_O'....
*Clark/Lois: 'O_O'....
*Heatwave whispering to Clark and Lois "You'd better not ruin this for us..."
#my adventures with superman#maws#clark kent#lois lane#martha kent#livewire#heatwave#When Livewire mentioned buying a farm I couldn't help but imagine a scenario where they retired and moved to Smallville
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DPXDC Prompt #117
Danny found himself interning for the Daily Planet. Jazz was going to school in Gotham and this was the closest he allowed himself to get as Jazz deserved to get away from ghost stuff. His parents still didn’t know and he was OK with that. The other 3 interns here were interesting though and Danny had a feeling Clark knew something was up with Danny but he didn’t know what. Danny was doing great hiding his powers until the Observants show up one day while they’re discussing how to interview Superman and demand he take his place as king now that he was considered an adult. Danny after dealing with them reluctantly tells Lois and Clark about being half ghost. Lois wants Danny to use his powers to talk to Superman.
#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny phantom#writing prompt#my adventures with superman#my asks are open#all my prompts are free to use#lois lane#clark kent#ghost king danny#The Observants are the worst though and I imagine them showing up at the absolute worst times
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Request - Could you do headcanon where being the son of Clark Kent and Lois lane who is triplets with his brothers Jon and Jordon (Superman and Lois). Who was chosen by Khonshu (who couldn't find anyone else then a 14 year old because he acts like a 2-year-old) to be his Avatar as Moon Knight.
•Khonsu couldn't believe that he found someone to be his avatar that is a teenager.
•You didn't mature fast like your brothers.
•Khonsu would try to have a conversation with you but you don't take it seriously.
•Clark and Lois didn't believe at first that Khonsu will be your mentor.
•They didn't trust Khonsu in the beginning.
•Jordan and Johnathan are in shock about your path.
•You think it's cool, but you haven't fully understood how dangerous it can be to be a hero.
•Your family would see you talking to yourself but you are talking to Khonsu. Sometimes they don't see him.
•Khonsu would be annoyed when you don't follow his rules.
•Most times, you just want to play video games.
•Your parents would have a serious conversation with you, but You take it as a joke.
•Your brothers would help you train.
•Khonsu thinks that he has been set up with you as a joke.
•Khonsu has yelled at you before.
•Clark would try to talk to Khonsu about how you shouldn't be a hero just yet.
•Khonsu has told you the history of Moon Knight.
•Khonsu would try to train you but it's hard.
•While in school, some kids would think you are crazy because you would talk to yourself. But you are really talking to Khonsu.
•Again, you would train with your brothers.
•You don't like your brother Jonathan’s girlfriend Candice Pergande because she got him in trouble.
•Jonathan wanted you to get along with Candice, but that didn't go well.
•At first Khonshu became happy when you started to become serious...
•But it didn't last long.
•You helped your father to stop a bad guy because Khonshu told you what to do.
•Your parents still argue with Khonshu.
•Your grandfather Sam, still doesn't believe what Khonshu says about you being Moon Knight.
•Your brothers know your secret place when you want to be alone.
•They promised not to tell mom and dad or Khonshu.
•You would play video games with your brothers.
•Now and then you would argue with them.
•You would use modern sarcasm but Khonshu doesn't understand it.
•One time you showed him a meme and you had to explain what it means. It wasn't fun at all.
•Clark fought Khonshu because he would take you on missions for days or weeks, without letting them know.
•When you got the suit on, you didn't take it off.
•You slept in the suit, you wore the suit when you had dinner with your family and had it on while doing chores around the house.
•Lois yelled at Khonshu because you were driving a car and you don't have a driver's license.
•When Khonshu gets you mad, you would call him a ‘Stupid Pigeon’
•Most of the time, Khonshu doesn't know what you be talking about. You would get a side track in a conversation and talk about something else.
#x male reader#male!reader#Superman and Lois imagine#Superman x son#Clark Kent x son#clark kent x reader#clark kent x male reader#superman x male reader#superman x reader#male reader#male reader fanfic#male reader insert
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Imagine: Derek your husband having to deal with he’s drunk wife.
Derek has never been drunk before, he’s never could he’s body healed him before he could feel the effects of drinking. He drank in social events and sometimes. around the house. a beer. he liked the taste. but it wasn’t a Huge thing in the house of Hale.
he’s Loving Dorky wife who brought him out of the darkness and calmed him down and made him fight to be a better man for him. Could get drunk. she wasn’t a wolf. or a supernatural being. she was Simply human. a Human who always goes into the liquor store seeing how to experience coolers or beer, refused to pay it. those you did have a soft spot for Spiced Rum. you liked mixing it into your sugary drink. But even then. you get a bottle once a year and you drink it once in a while with Derek. but once it’s out you don’t replacement.
Drinking just wasn’t a big thing. you preferred being in control and in case Something happened to Eli. or Derek you wanted to be alert to save your boys. that Being Said. Derek Remembered your first drunk dail call. you were in Collage. graduating with Stiles and Scott. you were the Only person in Scott’s pack that Derek never threaten to kill. he and you both lost count how many times he threatened Stiles. you were going to collage near his new home and you got his number for Only in case of emergencies. and well your butt called Derek while you were at the bar. All Derek heard was screaming and a big thump, and you didn’t respond. he found you surrounded by your friends to see you stretched out on the park bench as Derek asked what happened. your roommate said you had 5 drinks and you passed out on the bench.
Years later. Derek knows your limit. your A lightweight. which is probably another reason why you don’t drink and your tolerance goes from Fine to overboard within a drink. 1-2 drinks and your perfectly fine. You're starting to get a buzz after 2. 3 drinks, and you're completely buzzed and start acting silly. 4 drink snad you’re completely drunk. and depending on what you were drinking sometimes the drunkenness involves being black-out drunk. Five drinks and you’re a Mean Drunk. you get snappy and blunt. six. you pass out.
you were always strict with your drinking, Derek has only seen you drunk 4 times in your entire courtship, the upgrade from girlfriend to Wife. Only Four times he never worried about it. he personally loved seeing Drunk you. the four times he’s seen you drunk you always end up on a table. the last ti me. when Derek thought you were going to Strip you started reciting Romeo and Juilet. the baloncony scene.the Only scene in the entire play that was romantic. the time before that. you got on a table and started debuting the proper way toilet paper shoudl be on the holder. it’s always random. and Derek was always speechless with what your drunk mind comes up with.
Today Derek and you went to the Bar to celebrate Parrish and Malia getting engaged. Due to your always being strict with Drinking. when the third round came around and instead of getting water you reached for another Hurricane style drink. Derek Knew.. that tonight you were going to be a handful. and he would have more ammo to tease you with for at least a week.
at the third Drink. Derek excused himself to go to the washroom, you were chatting it up with Malia and having a blast. Derek didn’t think much about it. but unknown to Derek. you had two shots. while he was away. and went to the dance floor. to dance. by yourself. you were in the middle of the crowd hands up in the air dancing as if you were alone in your home. No care. Derek came back seeing he’s Wife. Dancing. with not a once of care. and Big Dorky moves. he smiled brightly walking over to join you. he slipped up behind you as you turned around. and Instantly Slapped him. Everyone was Stunned as she spoke, ‘NO! I have a husband! Get your filthy hands off me! he’s a big guy. he’ll rip your throat out.” Derek sighed heavily as he went to speak but you wouldn’t stop babbling.
“Big arms, looks Like a Greek God! I’m not going to give that up for some hussy. Go find someone--- Oh Hey! You my Guy!” you stepped over wrapping your arms around Derek kissing his lips fast as he held your sides as he spoke, “How are you this Drunk? you just had three drinks?”
“Plus two Shots.. Hey let’s go home and do our Favorite activity.” you kissed his neck softly as Derek had to contain the small moan that wanted to escape. as he said Home was probably a good idea. he got back to the table with you on his arm as you collected the coats and her bag as he spoke, “who gave her shots?”
questioning his friends he noticed you. sitting at the empty booth as you instantly fell asleep. he sighed heavily. as Stiles spoke, “Shit- she alive/?” Derek nodded his head “yea- it was you wasn’t it?” he stared at Stiles as he spoke, ‘i figured she could hold her drinks better.”
Derek rolled his eyes calling him an idiot as he walked over to his sleeping beauty as he hosted her up into his arms and carried her home. Derek was Never so happy to have Eli at a friends house because when he got you home he carried you to the bedroom and took your shoes off, and jeans. you had a whole thing with hating to sleep in Jeans. it was your worst pet peeve. Derke didn’t do it once. and you bite his ear off about how he couldn’t love you because he left you in jeans. So off the pants go. Derek got you all tucked into bed. and then went to clean the kitchen.
Not even ten minutes later your Shirt was tucked at Dereks head. but you missed and it went over head. Derek caught it before it went into the soapy water. turning to see you. as Naked as a Jaybird as he sighed heavily.
he LOVED Seeing you nude. but Not when you were beyond drunk.
“what are you doing?”
“why aren’t you naked?” is how you responded. Derek chuckled, “I’ll meet you in the bedroom. after I do the dishes.” you said Deal, and walked back to your room. Derek knew he’s wife inside and out. the moment you got back into the room. you would lay on the bed and 99% chance when you do. you would fall back to sleep. the Off chance you weren’t. he would Kindly turn you down. even those. he hated turning you down.
So Derek did the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, got Ride of all the cloths that you tossed over the place, no need to mortify Eli when he comes home tomorrow. seeing he’s Step mom’s bra ontop of the Sofa. getting to your shared room. derek smiled brightly. seeing you now in he’s Shirt and asleep. it wasn’t a cute sleep. your mouth was wide open and you were Starfishing the bed up as you had blankets on you. as he snuggled up with His Pillow. But derek saw you and Only saw perfection. and then you started Snoring as he smiled,
“thats my wife.”
#Derek hale#derek hale imagine#Superman and lois#Superman and lois imagine#teen wolf#teen wolf imagine#tw#tw imagine#fandom imagine#imagine#fandom#fluffy
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Superman & Lois — "Pilot" (1.01)
#supermanandloisedit#supermanedit#dctvedit#superman and lois#clark kent#*my edits#*my gifs#this is such a tiny moment but it makes me laugh every time#like imagine being that guy and going to work#telling everyone that superman almost crashed into your car with zero context
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THESE TWO TALKING ABOUT THEIR SUPER LOVERS:
Pairs: Lois lane x Clark Kent & Dick Grayson x Kent!Reader/Kryptonian!reader
Lois and Dick were certainly talking over a cup of coffee in a cafe. Clearly ranting about their kryptonian lovers that fight crime.
“so..your super also misses dinner reservations as well?” Lois says starting up the conversation.
“If you count at least 20 dates they canceled. Then yes.” Dick says with a sigh, sipping his coffee after Lois chuckles a little. “You’ll get use to it dick.” Dick looked up at the purple eyes woman. “I had to get use to it a lot.”
Dick groans, “Lois, how do you handle Clark basically..yknow.” Lois looks out in the window. Sun shining brightly as she turns towards the young boy. “Both my boys, fight crimes I worry a lot for them knowing some villains know their weakness.” Dick nodded, fidgeting with his fingers. He hated waiting in the titans tower for you. Every night, scared that some known villain had stabbed, shoot, poison you with kryptonite. 
“But, they’re strong. I know it, and you do too dick.” She places a hand on the boy’s shoulder who seemed to relax a little. “I know that…it’s just..”
“You’re worried they’re gonna get hurt? Yeah I feel you, I feel you. It’s hard being an ‘average’ person with a super for a partner and child for the rest of your life.” Dick nods, smiling as he sips his coffee. “I’m just glad my child found someone like you. They’re happy with you, I can tell.” Dick blushes with a goofy smile. Looking down as he just chuckles.
“And I love em too…”
The two smile at each other, not noticing two supers were fighting a giant robot. Super!reader gets hit and crashes into the window. Landing on the table of where their human mother and human lover sat by.
Dick gasps along with Lois, standing up as you shake off any shards of glass. You turn towards dick who just looked at you a little worried before you kiss him.
“I’ll see you at home! I won’t be late, promise. And bye mom!” You then zoom out and go to fight the robot who is trying to hit your father.
“Yep…I think I’ll get use to it Lois.” Dick says as Lois just smiles and nods.
#dc fluff#dc x male reader#dc x reader#dc imagine#dc comics x reader#lois lane#superman and lois#lois and clark#superboy!reader#supergirl!reader#kryptonian!reader#kent!reader#dick grayson fluff#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson#ttg robin#robin x reader#teen titans go robin#robin teen titans go#teen titans robin#robin teen titans#dc robin#robin#teen titans x reader#teen titans 2013#teen titans 2003#titans dick Grayson#nightwing x male reader
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INVISIBLE STRING, AU — clark kent x reader.
DESCRIPTION: you lock eyes with a charming stranger at a party you’d rather not be at, and now he’s paying you a visit. NOTES - leave me all your thoughts and opinions. i love them <33 | prev part ; next part
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People pleaser. Those were the words meant to be scribbled upon your cobbled grave. That thought echoed like a fallen mic as you scurried around your backyard to rearrange the chairs until you deemed them perfect.
“Let’s do a fire pit at your place like old times!” he’d said. Your brother, always so painfully—social. Now sure, a part of you was excited. You’d bought far too many sugared pastries and spiced crackers to count, along with moscato and cheese to pair with it all. Even so, the thought of actually sitting with everyone and opening your pretty mouth was already exhausting you.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you grabbed it quick. Your brother’s name mirrored in your eyes.
“What’s up, Axel?” Christ, you sounded cheery.
“Hey, uh—everything is set up, right?”
The tone of his voice coiled around your nerves like a snake.
“No. Why.” You were exasperated, because you could suspect his next words before he even uttered them.
“Well, I told everyone to start heading over, so—”
Your eyes widened to saucers, skin heated to a powdered pink. You shook your head in fervor, as if he could see you through the screen.
“Axel, I’m not ready! I’m still in my pajamas, my hair isn’t done, and—”
“Well, the sun already set, and it’s fine. You can just change real quick.”
Frustration settled into your bones like an icy chill. This was not the first time he’d done this. You had pimple patches on your face, your hair in an unruly bun, your brows untamed, and your lips unlined.
Vance would be coming over, that you knew. And you could NOT face him in this state, let alone anyone else.
“Look, traffic is bad anyway, so it may take them a minute. Go change and finish setting up later. It’s fine.”
You could only offer him a frustrated huff before slamming your finger against the red ‘end call’ button, far more aggressively than necessary.
“Fuck.” You breathed into the fresh January chill, rushing inside and whipping your head from side to side to figure out where to even start.
With haste, you tugged the patches from your clammy skin and rushed to the restroom to scrub at your face.
Your hair looked horrendous, so you’d have to slick it back. You slathered on moisturizer and dotted concealer over your skin, pinching bobby pins between your teeth as you tamed your thick waves into a ballerina-like bun.
Your quaint house hummed as the doorbell rang, and your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cursed, hiding bobby pins between your silken locks. Seconds passed far too quickly, but you selfishly stole more time as you curled your lashes and glossed your pale lips. It wasn’t enough, you thought, but it would do.
A quick spray of your perfume, and you rushed to the door—stealing a shaky breath before your hand wrapped around the handle and pulled it open to find…
Him.
Hand raised midway to a knock, eyes wide and curious behind his lenses, hair unruly and skin chilled.
“Hi,” he breathed, and your gaze followed Clark’s eyes as they sipped on the sight of you.
It hit you then, as his eyes trailed down your years-old grad tee, your pink hedgehog pajama pants, and your awfully fluffy Snoopy slippers.
You forgot to change.
Red blossomed like wildflowers, the chill from the door not enough to ice your heated skin and wide eyes. And there it was again, that lazy, lopsided grin.
You had half a mind to glance behind him, wondering what girl he’d undoubtedly brought along—but he was alone.
You’d kill your brother later, for not telling you he’d be attending. An entire stranger.
“Hi,” you breathed back, exasperated, laughing in coy embarrassment at yourself before stepping aside and motioning for him to come in.
His hair brushed against the top of the doorframe as he gently stepped inside, severe blue-gray eyes scanning over your home, which was still very much under construction. Still very much a mess.
He grasped strawberries and dark chocolate in his veined hands, and your stomach threatened to demand some—you covered it with a cough.
“Your home is beautiful,” he offered, soft, turning to you as you shut the door and stood awkwardly against it.
“Thanks,” you murmured, wishing the floor would part and tug you away.
He peered at you for a moment, mouth set in a thin line before his lip twitched. That pinch, which now seemed familiar to you, settled between his brows as invisible gears turned in his head.
“I interrupted you, didn’t I?”
You winced, ready to lie to be polite. You couldn’t find the energy.
“It’s fine,” you began, but he shook his head. “No, see—I think those fluffy hedgehog pajamas are perfect bonfire attire. But please, I can manage for a little bit. Is the fire started?”
Something about the way he spoke. So smooth and contemplative, his eyes seeming to scan over you and your words as if truly considering them… it blossomed a warmth in your tummy.
You simmered it as soon as it burned. He was definitely spoken for and simply being polite. That was what you decided. No man that pretty, that perfect, could be interested in someone like… you. Soft, shy, you.
With an exasperated sigh, you shook your head, pinching the space between your brows.
“My brother was supposed to be here early to help, but he… yeah.”
You let your hand fall to your side to find that lopsided grin on full display. Cautiously, he placed the strawberries and chocolate atop the cardboard box holding your new side table inside. He motioned to them,
“For the bonfire. Let me? I can get it started for you while you… yeah.” He finished similarly to you, huffing a laugh at himself, which you mirrored.
You gazed on at him, wondering for a moment if you were an utter fool to allow a stranger to play with fire in your backyard as you tore the hedgehog pajamas from your clammy skin.
No intuitive warning came.
“That would help me a lot,” you whispered, shifting from the door as you led him to the backyard.
Immediately as you stepped through the doorway, the chill licked at your skin. Your breaths were clouds pushing past your teeth, hands wrapped around yourself immediately.
“T-the—oh,” you paused, feeling brown suede blanket your goose-kissed skin.
“Is this all the wood?” He didn’t so much as offer you any acknowledgment that he’d laid his jacket over your shoulders—changing the subject before it could even be visited. Your next inhale was laced with honeyed whiskey and chai.
You could only nod, hugging the suede closer as he lifted the bag of wood. His muscles flexed beneath his knit long sleeve, and you knew then that you were staring simply because you noticed.
The pinch in his brows returned as he pushed his glasses up with his wrist and turned the bag in his veined hands.
“This is more than enough,” he spoke, shifting his eyes to you with that same lazy grin. “Go get warm, I’ll get it started.”
You were eager to comply…
By the time you’d finished properly combing and braiding your hair, lathering sparkled amber upon your skin and vanilla on your neck, you were shaky. Though he eased your nerves, you felt every bit impolite as you swiped through your sweaters—settling on a cream one with navy lacings.
The doorbell didn’t ring once, and your brother was still yet to arrive. So either fate was bored or luck was handsy. You winced as you scanned your impression. Pretty, warm but pretty.
Despite not wanting to face him, you made your way outside to find him seated by a scorching fire, legs outstretched and a book pinned in his hand. His glasses fell lazily on the bridge of his nose, and his attention snapped up once you approached.
You could tell by the bookmark scattered in pink bows that it was your copy of Belladonna he held in his hand. You flushed a rich scarlet.
“I’m sorry,” he offered, pulling it to a close and setting it aside. “You left it out here, and I got curious.”
You shook your head, gently sitting in the chair vacant beside him. His jacket settled in your lap like a fragrant blanket.
“Don’t apologize, I love that book.”
You spoke so low, the breeze nearly stole it. You sniffled as you outstretched your hands toward the flickering flames, sighing contentedly as the fire warmed your skin.
“We never finished our conversation,” he declared, and you glanced over to find that curious blue-gray gaze already peering at you. His lip twitched, “It’ll probably be easier now that there’s no more football talk in the background, hmm?”
You grinned, soft but prominent. “You don’t like football?”
He outstretched a hand of his own, waggling his fingers against the smoke. “I love football, but I love books more.”
You hummed at that, nodding your pretty head as you considered his words. “That makes no sense,” you decided, more to yourself than anything, but… he huffed a hearty laugh.
“No? How come? Do my boots and flannels give me away? Or maybe it’s the glasses, I look like an imposter, don’t I?”
Suddenly, like the fire, he was alive. Comfortable and burning with low embers. It extended to you, perhaps rubbed off of his very jacket. Perhaps it was the lack of others that made you relax your tense shoulders. Perhaps there was a spell in his laugh.
“No—god no. I just mean… well, in my experience, men that look like they’ve torn themselves from a Pinterest board don’t often act like they’ve torn themselves from a Pinterest board.”
You were both complimenting his looks, which he was very much used to, and undermining his character, which he was not at all used to.
His lip twitched.
He liked it.
“Tell me your favorite book, Y/N,” he decided, his voice a soft lick of seduction you couldn’t quite understand, with your pretty eyes fluttering to anywhere else but his own.
His voice settled deep in your tummy, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to be selfish. If there was a model waiting for him at home, you’d mourn the heartbreak of the revelation later. Now?
“That’s an awful question to ask an avid reader.”
His grin was a slice of the moon in a sea of darkness, and you found yourself admiring it for a stolen moment.
“You’re right. Maybe I was testing you.”
You could only purse your pretty lips at that, “Did I pass?”
A moment of silence fell between you both as he glazed his blue-gray eyes over your flushed face. Slowly, oh so slowly, drinking you in like warm honey. When he was satisfied, his lazed grin appeared once more.
“Yeah,” he whispered simply, a ringlet of his unruly waves falling to a swirl upon his forehead. You itched to trace it, to push it back.
You were no expert in the slightest. Flirtations always flew right over your busy head. But now, with only the lick of fire reminding you that the world was indeed moving, you found his eyes locked upon your glossed lips. Or were you mad?
“Do you want a strawberry?” he whispered, eyes still considering what colors were scattered in sparkles on your pout.
“Yes,” you squeaked, and it was enough to break him from whatever spell your sparkled gloss had him under. He blinked, clearing his throat as he reached over and pulled a plump berry from its Tupperware, handing it to you.
Your fingers brushed, but opposed to pulling away, you both remained there. As if frozen in time, tips of your fingers grazing one another around the berry, your eyes locked where they met, and his locked where you stared.
“Let me take you on a date,” he blurted after far too long a moment, voice deep and laced with an air of nervousness. You froze, wide eyes fluttering up to his own to find mirth or humor. Neither were present.
After a long moment of your silence, your processing, the pinch between his brows returned, and he wrapped a warm palm around your slender fingers. He huffed a laugh at himself, shaking his head. Humor did kiss his gaze then as he found your eyes once more.
“Please.” He corrected.
The berry was trapped between your palms, the only barrier between your hand being held by the handsome stranger. Clark.
And he wanted to take you on a date.
You heard the ring of the doorbell, the approach of the car, and your shoulders tensed once more. His waiting gaze flickered toward the doors in anticipation, and as your silence stretched, he unraveled his fingers from your palm.
“I’m sorry—“ he began, but you quickly interrupted.
“Just say when…”
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Clark Kent/Superman Fics & Drabbles
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Cold Sacrifices || Summary: You're done being Clark's lackey.
Fireplace Cuddles || Summary: it's one of those nights where CLark's too engrossed in writing his novels to notice how dark the night sky has become... you interrupt his thoughts.
Flowers || Summary: Clark has a surprise for you
His Party || Summary: You still cant believe the Superman invited you to yet another party for some bogus charity.
Until I See You Again || Summary: Clark comes strolling in, knowing he's only going to disappear once more, leaving you wondering.
Won't You Leave? || Summary: You find out your best friend is actually a superhero.
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The Intern: Outreach Gala
Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...
Prequel: Death of a family
The Intern: Day one
The Intern: The Laughing Fish
The Intern: Busy Work
The Intern: Outreach Gala
The Intern: Teachers Pet
The Intern: Visiting an old friend
The Intern: Chemical Valley
The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club
Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.
"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.
Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.
Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.
"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."
Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.
My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.
A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.
The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.
My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.
"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.
A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.
"Lex Luthor."
My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.
"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."
This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.
I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.
"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."
When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.
"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."
That brings a smile to my face.
"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.
"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "
The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.
"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.
"In some ways."
An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?
"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."
I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.
Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.
“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”
"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.
I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.
“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”
His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.
“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."
"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.
He raises a curious eyebrow.
“Good things I hope?”
Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.
“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”
Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.
“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “
I pause... Do I play coy?
“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”
Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.
“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”
Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.
Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.
Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.
“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”
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