𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

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"𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 quit being loud and quit being fucking weird before you wake Y/n up." Bruce growled, threateningly pointing a knife at the chuckling Clark. The two of them bickered and acted as if they were brothers, which was very amusing to any on-lookers.

Clark raised his hands defensively until Bruce pulled the knife away, then he simply stuck his hands into the pockets of the SpongeBob pajama pants that he was wearing. But in the original plan, he wasn't even supposed to still be there with Bruce but he insisted that he stayed.

Despite how annoyed Bruce was by his presence alone.

But the only reason why they were wearing matching matching pajama pants ━︎ with Clark wearing the SpongeBob ones and Bruce wearing the Squidward ones ━︎ was because Clark thought of the brilliant plan that included him and Bruce preparing a childish movie night with snacks so you would forgive Bruce's stupid actions.

"So, do you think me and miss princess can be friends? Or am I too hot for her to handle?~" "Clark I will off you so hard.." Bruce calmly threatened, perfectly cutting a sandwich in half.

"Woah now Bruce, I think you have me and my son mixed up. I don't really like men in that matter. But like, if you were actually offering then.." Clark trailed off, mischievously grinning. But Bruce quickly shut that down. "Clark, we all know your son is bisexual. And we all really don't mind. But just remember, I will never stick my dic-"

Bruce stopped himself as the sight of you standing in the kitchen caught his attention. You looked tired as hell, and you were clutching your stomach with an pained expression evident on your face.

Bruce also noticed how red and puffy your eyes looked. It pained him to see how, well, pained you were.

Bruce quickly placed the knife down and hurriedly walked to you, concern was written all across his face. "What's wrong baby?" he questioned, frantically looking around your body for any type of scars or bruises. Luckily, he saw none. You shown a weak smile, "There's nothing wrong Bruce, it's just period cramps. Nothing to worry about."

Suddenly Clark popped up beside Bruce with a confused expression, the whole conversation was confusing to the poor man. "What are period cramps?.."

Clark was truly a lost cause when it came to what goes on inside of women's bodies and how their bodies clean themselves monthly. It would be an understatement to say Bruce was annoyed by Clark's presence, a true understatement.

"Clark please shut up and get away from me for a moment, too much is going on right now and I really don't need your stupidity right now." Clark's eyes widened and he gasped at Bruce's rudeness.

"Bruce I have told you to stop calling me stupid! And if you must know-" "I mustn't." "As I was saying, I am a very wealthy businessman that has people lining up at my doorstep just to be in a meeting with me on the daily basis. So yeah, I am very very smart." Clark boldly stated, smiling proudly as he put his hands on his hips.

You stifled a giggle, the pain in your lower stomach somehow finally subsiding after almost hours of keeping you awake. "It's fine Bruce, not every guy knows what menstruation is or what it does. Clark, hun, period cramps are just pains in the lower stomach that females have. And the only reason why women have periods is because it cleans the.. vagina."

Clark's face contorted into one of surprise, "I thought girls cleaned down there on their own?"

It was like explaining the female body to a young boy who was going through puberty, or just a young boy in general.

"Yeah, they do, but sometimes it just cleans itself on its own. It hurts but hey, it helps." Clark slowly nodded, he wasn't even sure if he understood what the hell you were saying but he really didn't want to make himself sound as dumb as Bruce said he was. "Clark are you done asking her questions?" Bruce questioned as he looked at Clark through his hooded eyes. Clark rolled his eyes and walked back over to his spot in the kitchen where he was making a fruit bowl.

Bruce's gaze shifted from Clark and back over to you, "Listen Y/n, I am very sorry about last night. I was just jealous after seeing you being kissed by another male that wasn't me. I really hope you can forgive me for my stupi- hmph" you had cut Bruce's rambling off by connecting your lips with his.

You hadn't completely forgiven him for what he did but you knew you couldn't stay mad. If you were in his position, you would have been jealous too. Finally, you pulled away, leaving Bruce with widened eyes and rosy cheeks. "D-Does that mean you forgive me? Or does that mean the opposite?" Bruce breathy chuckled, smiling as if he was lovesick.

"It means I can forgive you. It doesn't mean I already have."

Despite Bruce wanting your forgiveness right then and there, he didn't press the situation any further and simply nodded to your words.

At least you weren't mad at him any more.

Clark soon barged into the conversation, "Well, since you are here way sooner than you are supposed to be, you can just sit in here and look pretty."

You smiled at his compliment and hopped onto the kitchen isle with ease. Bruce sent a sharp glare in Clark's direction but soon just went back to his small station where he was making perfectly cut sandwiches. But that was when you noticed what they were wearing.. and god do they act like the characters they are wearing.

The two of them wore matching pajama pants, Bruce wore Squidward ones and Clark wore Spongebob ones. Symbolizing their friendship very well. Both of them wore aprons that sadly covered up their well-defined chests. You wouldn't lie and say Clark didn't look good, because he did. Anyone from a mile away could see that, that's why so many women were at his doorstep almost 24/7 just to get a glimpse of hi-

"Bruce I got your woman drooling over me~"

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