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im way too invested in this ill have you know i opened up a whole new canvas for these guys

anyways........ blep

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I lov ur tylr. hes so cute

it will always choose you. you cannot die. you'll always come back because it loves you so much. you are its right and left hand, its eternal weapon. it will drown you in its light. light as horror. darkness as horror. what if it thinks you are its best friend.

Clark Kent/Superman x Teacher! Reader

Summary: Modern dating isn´t for the weak and in a city as chaotic as Metropolis, finding a decent man feels entirely impossible until the universe gives you a sign in red and blue colors. (1.5K)

Warning/Tags: Fluff, No physical description of reader, Near-accident, Soft Clark Kent, Cute ending.

Note: Inspired by holding out for a hero by Bonnie Tyler, and specially dedicated to my friend and biggest supporter @luloveseddie te amo mucho, esto va para tí con todo mi corazón.

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“I’m just so tired of dating, there’s nobody decent these days.” The streets of Metropolis were busier than usual. That day was a day off from work and you spent it, as usual, doing the groceries. It was usual for you to make calls while going out, you had to take advantage of any free time you had on your hands and the person you were talking to that day was your longtime friend who lived states away. It was a needed call; the night before, you went on a horrible date and she needed all the details.

“I’ve been on three dates in the past month and all the guys I’ve met have explicitly said that they are looking for a traditional wife that cooks and cleans, and one of them even said that I had the body to have a lot of children,” you told her while crossing the street. The bags on your arms were already tiring you out, but you insisted on giving the update at that moment. “I mean, is there really nobody else in this world that is good enough?”

Everything happened so fast, you didn’t realize that the traffic light had change to red. The only thing you got to notice was the sound of tires against the concrete street and by instinct, you closed your eyes hoping for the best but nothing ever came.

“Everything is okay, ma'am, you are safe.” A masculine voice made you react. You could no longer feel the ground, only the lightness of your body. “You may open your eyes now, everything is fine.”

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, your heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The chaotic noise of the city felt strangely distant. You weren't on the asphalt, you were cradled securely in a pair of arms, hovering a few feet above the ground.

Looking up, the first thing you noticed wasn't the iconic red cape billowing softly in the breeze, but his eyes. They were a warm, striking blue, looking down at you with genuine concern, completely devoid of the arrogance and lust you had grown so used to seeing in men lately.

"I... I'm on the air?" you stutter, your grip tightening instinctively around your grocery bags.

Superman offered a small reassuring smile, one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and immediately made the adrenaline in your veins begin to cool. He gently lowered both of you until your sneakers touched the solid concrete of the sidewalk, but he didn't let go of your shoulders until he was absolutely sure your knees wouldn't buckle.

"Safe and sound on the sidewalk," he said, his voice a low grounding rumble. He reached down, his gloved hand had easily catched your phone which had slipped during the commotion. "I believe this is yours, your friend on the line sounds a bit panicked."

From the speaker, you could hear faint but frantic screams of "What happened?! Are you there?!"

"Thank you," you breathed, taking the phone with a trembling hand, still trying to process the fact that Metropolis' greatest hero had just plucked you out of mid-air.

"It's no problem at all," he replied. He adjusted his stance, a faint, slightly sheepish tint of pink hitting his cheeks as he glanced at your heavy grocery bags. For a second, he looked less like a god from tomorrow and more like a polite person, just real. "And, uh... if you don't mind me saying..."

You blinked, curious and confused for what he might say. "Yes?"

"I couldn't help but overhear a bit of your conversation before the, uh…commotion" Superman confessed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, looking remarkably humble. "Don't lose hope. There are still decent people out there who will appreciate you for exactly who you are. Modern dating just...takes a lot of patience, I guess."

Before you could even process the absolute surrealism of getting dating advice from the Man of Steel, he gave you one last encouraging nod before shooting up into the sky, leaving you shocked behind a gentle gust of wind. You stood there for a moment, staring at the blue sky.

Slowly, and while digesting what just happened, you brought the phone back to your ear. "Hey... you're not going to believe what just happened."

There was a beat of dead silence on the line before a voice came blasting through the speaker, loud enough to be heared for anybody. "What happened?! I heard tires screeching and I screamed your name multiple times, did you get hit?! do I need to call an ambulance?!" The other voice at the line responded.

"No, no, I'm fine, completely untouched," she breathed, still staring blankly at the empty sky. She looked down at her grocery bag and then at her dusty sneakers that had been suspended in mid-air just thirty seconds ago. "But... remember how I just asked you if there were any good men left in this world?"

"Yeah...?"

"Well... Superman just gave me dating advice."

That was three weeks ago and even after the sky dropped a sign, you didn´t continue with your dating life, which honestly, was a relief. Your second grade students were entering their final evaluation period, and between grading colorful math worksheets and dealing with a broken laminating machine, you barely had any time to think about men.

That Friday afternoon the school was finally empty. You were struggling down the main hallway, carrying a strange tower of plastic storage bins filled with books, coloring materials and lesson plans for the next week. You couldn't see past the top bin and your sneakers squeaked loudly against the floor. Naturally, the bottom bin cracked due to the weight of the materials.

"Oh, no, no, no-" you gasped as the tower tilted violently.

Before the avalanche of school supplies could hit the ground, a pair of large hands caught the sides of the bins, stabilizing the weight in an instant.

"Got it! I've got you" a male voice reassured you.

You blinked past the plastic edge and found yourself looking at a tall, almost giant man. He wore thick black-rimmed glasses that sat slightly crooked on his nose, and a soft blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked broad enough to block a doorway and yet there was an incredibly gentle and delicate aura around him.

"Thank you so much" you breathed, letting out a sigh of relief as he easily took the heaviest bins from your arms, leaving you with just one.

"It's really no problem at all" he smiled, adjusting his glasses with his shoulder. "I'm Clark, by the way.” The confusion displayed on your face made him blush, only giving his name wasn´t enough information. “Clark Kent from the Daily Planet, I was just finishing up an interview with your principal about the new district budget, but it looks like the real heavy lifting happens out here."

A laugh escaped your lips, genuine and light. "You have no idea, the sheets might not look like a lot but combine them and they weigh tons.”

As you both walked toward your classroom to drop off the materials, the conversation flowed with a terrifying amount of ease. You found out Clark grew up in a small town in Kansas, raised by farmers, which completely explained his polite, almost old-fashioned manners. When he saw your messy desk, he didn't judge; instead, he helped you organize the papers, confessing that his own desk at the newspaper was a "documented disaster zone."

The chemistry was instant, the kind that didn't feel forced or performative. You spent a solid ten minutes debating whether chunky glitter or fine glitter was the ultimate enemy of civilization (you both agreed it was chunky), and you were amazed to find out just how much you two had in common, like how he actually loved old retro synth music from the 80s just as much as you did. For the first time in months, you were talking to a man who didn't interrupt you, one that didn't make you an inappropriate comment about your body and genuinely listened, causing a sparkle in his blue eyes.

Blue eyes. For a fraction of a second, the memory of a red cape and firm grip crossed your mind, but you quickly shook it off. Clark was currently struggling to untangle a roll of tape, looking completely harmless and adorable.

"Well," Clark said softly, looking around the now perfectly tidy classroom. The afternoon sun was casting long, golden shadows across the tiny desks. He rubbed the back of his neck, a sudden wave of shyness hitting him. "I, uh...I know we just met and you've probably had a busy week..."

You smiled, leaning against your desk, feeling a strange but welcome flutter in your stomach. "But?"

"But I was wondering if you'd like to get dinner with me tonight?" Clark asked, his voice low and hopeful "There's a quiet little diner a few blocks away. No fancy dress codes, no complicated menu options, just good food and an even greater conversation…If you're not too tired, of course."

You looked at him completely, his crooked glasses, his disheveled shirt and the genuine hope in his eyes. The memory of your terrible dates from three weeks ago vanished completely, now replaced by a sudden bright feeling.

"I would love to, Clark" you replied, a bright smile displaying across your face. "Just let me grab my purse."