#where clark is like WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE HOMELESS YOU ARE LITTLE AND SMALL I WOULDVE HELPED SOONER

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thinking abt kon getting hurt/upset about something big and clark bundling him up in his cape... ouuhhhhh souperfam save me...

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lovely screenplay i made and very unfortunately couldnt enact

*very quiet hospital music playing*

*door opening sound effect*

*walking sound effect*

superman: hey there little guy, its me superman

3 year old with stage 4: goo

superman: haha ok man,, yea thats thats a good one

3 year old with stage 4: goo ga. goo gaga.

superman: ha,, yea. um. you know i guess so right i mean i am superman i guess i would be the guy to call if we um, wanted to use freeze breath all homeless people every winter and uh if we were to um you know use heat vision wind in the summ-

3 year old with stage 4: gag googer.

superman: ….my address isnt anywhere in the comics. where did you find that why do you know my address 

*door opening sound effect*

nurse: hii how are we doing? 

aww hey buddy, are you having a good time with superman?

3 year old with stage 4: googoo

nurse: awww i bet

superman: he just said a slur how is no one hearing him say this

nurse: ok well sounds like hes just learning your name *loud alarm with caption gender ambiguous nurse can morally say this slur* mister superfaggot😊 let me just do some diagnostics then ill be out of here quicker than a gender ambiguous lover from your life haha

*clipboard sound* *pen clicking sound* 

uh huh… uh huh…. yea. pretty standard for a 3 year old with stage 4….

*pen clicking sound* ok! ill leave now, have fun ☺️☺️☺️

*door opening sound* 

*door closing sound*

superman: …*ahem* ok

superman: anything you.. wanna do, kiddo? maybe like a puzzle with superman? you know?

3 year old with stage 4: goo?

superman: a game, yea.

3 year old with stage 4: gaga? ga.. googoo gaga?

superman: uh, sure. i guess you could say im offering for you to play a game with m-

previously hidden news anchor coming out from under the bed: *news anchor voice* welcome back to how to catch a predator; today, we’re here with mister clark superman!

clark kent: my last name isnt superman its just superman its first name no last name just superman 

news anchor : now, mister kent, if that even is your real name- 

clark kent: its not my name is superman

news anchor: *winking sound effect* well, while that may or may not be the case,

clark kent: *being spoken over* it isnt

news anchor: *continuing* , youve just been caught ON CAMERA telling this three year old boy that you wanted to play a GAME with him. *whispering to audience* though, i dont know if this is just me, but im not surprised. i mean, his clothes look right out of the childrens section; and you know what they always say, dress for the job you want,, amiright? 

*back to news anchor voice* well, mister kent, how does that make you feel? 

*mic being shoved into face sound* *pushing it back down*

superman: ug, well, i, ack, *struggling to shove it away* urgh,,,,

*sigh*

ok, stop. this script doesnt make any sense. im a make a wish actor- 

news anchor, no longer doing the 

voice: superman.

superman: im SUPERMAN here by request of the 3 year old because hes got cancer. dont most make a wish people play games with them or something to bond? id never get on catch a predator for that.

*hospital music stops* 

3 year old with stage 4 taking out the fake baby teeth: well its still sketchy

superman: also, wouldnt a 3 year old be talking by now? why didnt we just make him talk if i can understand him anyway?

3 year old with stage 4: i mean then the nurse would be useless we cant scrap the nurse

news anchor: ok man, youre kinda ruining this. you know this is my passion right? this is my VISION for the story

3 year old with stage 4: yea man its the gender ambiguous producers vision. i think its genius

superman: well i get that but i mean i dont get why this is the story in the first place like you know ACTUAL superman doesnt come visit make a wish kids right? its an actor. hes not real

news anchor, tearing up: hes real. hes real and he visited me. right?

3 year old with stage 4: *patting on back sound* yea man he did. 

superman:… im sorry, i-i didnt know.. i just thought that-

3 year old with stage 4: eric i think you should leave

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tagged for wip wednesday by @ultimatecryptid!! :D here's a snippet of the kon & clark fic i didnt manage to finish in time for superfam week (but im still working on it!!!). i'll tag... @lemonlimestar, @catsarehumanstoo, @dio-icarticaae, and @radioactive-earthshine, plus anyone else who wants in can say i tagged you too!! <3

A slight whistle in the wind is his first clue that Kon is almost here; when he focuses, he can hear a familiar heartbeat, slightly elevated, flying closer from the south. He turns, the wind catching his cape, as Kon approaches; his wave is jaunty as ever, but as he touches down on the globe, his gait is a little uncertain. Almost… timid.

“Kon,” Clark says, and swallows hard to quell the urge to sweep him into his arms, to seize him by the shoulders, to fall to his knees and beg why? why? why? “You made it. Good to see you.”

“Hey, Kal,” Kon says, folding his arms across his chest. “What’s up? You, uh, didn’t say a lot in your text.” A little pause. “Is everything, you know, um… good? Is something going on? Or…”

“I—I need to ask you something,” Clark blurts out, and then winces. He sighs, rakes his hand through his hair, and looks out over the horizon, to the lingering glow of the vanished sun.

“Oh.” Kon’s arms fall to his sides. He chews at his lower lip for a second—oh, Ma’s gonna have a conniption, training him out of that habit—and then blows out a breath. “Is it about the Granny Goodness thing again? ‘Cuz I did go to S.T.A.R. and all that, I swear, and—”

“It’s not about that.” Clark shakes his head.

It seems almost like a lifetime ago, and yet yesterday, that his heart stopped—that he found out that Kon and all his friends crashed on Apokolips, were taken and tortured by Granny Goodness, and were spirited away when Apokolips left Earth’s orbit. The fact that they made it home is a miracle.

And after that—as if he didn’t go through enough during the war—Kon had to deal with…

Kon was homeless. Kon was being exploited for labor—underage labor!—in a horribly run-down tenement building in Suicide Slum.

And he didn’t tell Clark.

“Oh-kaaayyyy,” Kon says slowly, squinting at him. “You’re acting weird. First John Henry goes all cuckoo-bananas, now you’re being super shifty—what is in the water up here, huh? Is Lois gonna start interrogating me next?”

Despite everything, Clark laughs. It eases a little of the tension deep in his chest, and he shakes his head, rubbing his temples. “Sorry, Kon. You’re right. I’ve just had… it’s been a long week.”

Kon softens, shoulders slumping as he nods vigorously. “Whoof, for real. Tell me about it.”

“I’d rather you tell me about it.” Clark finally turns away from the horizon and looks at him again. He hopes his face doesn’t look as troubled as he feels. “You know you can—you know you can tell me anything, right? If you need anything, you can always come to me. You… do know that, don’t you?”

“…Huh?” Kon sounds so bewildered that, in any other context, Clark would be chortling. He blinks up at him a few times, tilts his head to the side like a little dog, and stares. “Uh… where did that come from, dude?”

Okay. Okay, so maybe that adds points to the “he didn’t know it was bad” column, and not the “he thought he couldn’t tell you” one. Okay. Maybe this isn’t all bad.

“Kon,” Clark says softly, as gently as he can. “I just… need to know, if you… if you can tell me. Why didn’t you tell me you were homeless? In my city?”

Kon’s eyes go big and round. His heart rate shoots up, and he rocks back on his feet, wrapping his arms around himself again. “Um.”

Oh, no. Bad sign. Clark winces. “I just mean—I could have helped you so much sooner! You didn’t need to tough it out alone—”

Kon flinches, then glares. His brows pinch together, and his cheeks go red in the dimness. “I’m not—I wasn’t gonna just come crying to you just ‘cuz I had a minor setback happen!”

A minor setback. He thinks being homeless at sixteen and ending up living in Suicide Slum was a minor setback. Clark lets out a slow breath.