#but i am against a black clark kent

[goldenvulpine]

ok here is a helpful guide for Superman fans in Tumblr when referring to different eras of Superman:

Golden Age Superman: Kal-L. The Original. Very cocky. Very charismatic. Couldn’t fly as a kid. Has no solid code against killing. Chaotic Good. Can actually fly now. Has a disturbingly high kill count. Loves Toxic Women (Lois Literally Drugged him one time). Literal WW2 veteran. Not from Kansas. Smallville, East Coast (likely New York). Is now married to Lois. Head of the Daily Star (not Planet). Is Power Girl’s cousin. Is very aggressive. Still saved people from suicide canonically. Canonically religious (Married Lois in a Kryptonian Ceremony). “What trauma?” Seen everyone he loves die.

Silver Age Superman: Kal-El. The Most Popular. Speaks fluent Kryptonese. Total “50’s Dad”. The Strongest. Also the most conformist. Strict Code against killing. Lawful Good. From Smallville. Is canonically Religious (For Rao, his culture’s God). Has multiple cousins. From Smallville, East Coast (likely Maryland this time). Says he wouldn’t hit a woman. Probably has. Sneezed a Solar System Away. Somehow the WEIRDEST one. Also the biggest Prankster. Was Superboy. Was part of the Legion. Saw Pa die. Refuses to acknowledge his trauma. Needs a hug but won’t say it. Works for the Daily Planet. Alan Moore loves him.

Bronze Age Superman: Kal El. Actually just Silver Age Superman but “weaker”. Still the Strongest. Your favorite writer’s favorite Superman. Neutral Good. Originator of the Clex Drama. Met God. Is a pure scientist. Has Three Canon Endings. All of them are literal tragic endings. Is best bros with Batman. Is the Original Nightwing. His cousin is the Second Nightwing. Dick is actually the Third Nightwing. Loves his bro Jimmy Olsen. Smarter than Batman. Made a vow to protect life. Newscaster. Grant Morrison and Mark Waid love him.

Dark Age/Byrne Superman: Clark Kent (Kal El). Still moody. Weakest Superman. Thinks he’s Neutral Good, still Lawful Good. Doesn’t like Krypton. Designer Baby. Best Journalist. Canonically a Porn Star. Died. Came back. Most insecure Superman. Loves ‘Murica. Killed like three people one time. Strict code against killing. “Superman is what I do, Clark is who I am”. Legion who? Superboy who? Supergirl who? Football Star. Pure Sarcasm. Agnostic. People say they hate him but is the reason Smallville, Man of Steel and STAS exist. Literally wants to fuck Jimmy’s Mom. Triangle Era (90’s) Superman: Clark Kent (Kal-El). Is less moody now. Makes more Jokes. Still a drama queen. Smarter. Stronger. Wants to write a Novel. Married Lois. Jimmy is the Best Man. Good Leader. True Lawful Good. The Superman you probably think of the Most. Coolest guy. 90’s Superboy (the best) 90’s Supergirl (Matrix). Was once Gangbuster (Chaotic Neutral). Mind so strong, he killed a psychic in his sleep without knowing it. Christian (Married Lois in a Church). Still knows Kryptonian Kung Fu (Torquasm Vo/Rao). Dick Grayson’s 3rd Dad. Tim Drake’s 4th Dad. Slept with a Mermaid in Collage. Is fun.

Post-Crisis/2000’s Superman: Clark Kent (Kal El) Retcons out the ass. Kara comes back. Knows Boxing now. Knows Kung Fu. Held a Black Hole in his hand. Destroyed Moons. Agnostic. Still Lawful Good. Loves his wife. Loves his adopted son. Chris Kent. His son is Nightwing. His other son is also Nightwing. Walked the earth one time because of war crimes. Saves people from suicide again. Was a Kryptonian general one time. Literal Genius. Smarter than Batman. Is the GOAT. Hates the President.

New 52 Superman: Clark Kent (Kal-El) Very cocky. Very charismatic. Couldn’t fly as a kid. Has no solid code against killing. Chaotic Good to Neutral Good. Lower kill count than Post-Crisis. Loves Toxic Women (Loves the craziest version of Diana). Had a Mid-Life Crisis in his Mid-20’s. Was a Wrestler. Talks like Jason Todd/Wally West/Nightwing/Peter Parker/every mid-20’s white boi in the 90’s-00’s. Everyone hated him. Wasn’t as bad as they say. Is the Andrew Garfield/Spider-Man of Supermen. Killed off without good reason.

Rebirth Superman: Clark Kent (Kal-El). Is literally just Triangle Era Superman. With kids. No Chris tho. Still Lawful Good. Strongest of the Post-Crisis versions. Tries to be a good dad. Is a decent dad. Except for the time where he left Jon alone. So he’s a bad dad. I’m still not over that. Bendis loves him. Says please alot. Watches Anime. Kind of a dead beat. I miss Chris.

if you want summations of other Supermen I didn’t cover you are welcome to ask.

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[kryptokent]

clark kent (smallville) x male reader

before clark meets up with you for a coffee date, his mother makes an unusual discovery in the laundry basket.

warnings/content: lead up to smut but fade to black, established relationship, you know about his powers, bisexual clark :3

word count: 1.7k

also on ao3!

dinosaur boxers

“Hm,” Martha murmurs, rifling through the laundry basket and grabbing at an item. “I’ve never seen these before.”

“What is it, Martha?” Jonathan asks, peering over that morning’s newspaper. 

She turns around and holds up a pair of boxers. “These aren’t yours, are they?”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow at the design. “No. Must be Clark’s.” He shakes his head with a huff of laughter and turns back to the newspaper. “Although I can’t imagine him wearing that.”

“I dunno. I didn’t buy these for him.”

Chuckling to himself, Jonathan folds the paper and places it on the table, standing up to make his way over to her. “Martha, Clark is 18. I’m sure he’s old enough to buy his own underwear by now.”

“Well, yeah, but he…” She starts, trailing off. Instead, she gives him an embarrassed smile. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“When am I ever wrong?” He smirks, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Making his way back to the kitchen table, he grabs his jacket and shrugs it on. “Speaking of Clark, where is that–”

“You were speaking about me?” Clark asks, bounding down the stairs with a grin. “Good things, I hope.”

“We were just talking about this mystery underwear your mom found.”

Clark tilts his head and turns to his mother, the smile slipping off his face immediately at the sight. She waves the boxers, still holding them in front of her chest, and asks, “These yours?”

“Uh, y-yes,” Clark manages to get out through a cough. Martha’s eyebrows knit together and Jonathan turns back to face him with his eyebrows reaching his hairline. Clark clears his throat and smiles again. “Yes. Of course they’re mine, mom, who else’s would they be?”

She takes that as an acceptable answer and shrugs, dropping them back into the basket. “Just didn't think dinosaur-themed boxers were your thing.”

His face heats up. “Trying something new. Anyways, gotta go.” He’s out the door before anyone else can say anything.

Staring at the door in confusion, Jonathan shakes his head. “That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“Definitely. Think he’s hiding something?”

He thinks for a moment. “That he really likes dinosaurs.”

Outside, Clark takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. That was close, he thinks, before shooting off toward the Talon. He comes to a stop at the back alley, glancing around to make sure no one's nearby to notice him, and makes his way to the front of the building. To his surprise, you’re already standing at the corner behind a dumpster and he almost jumps out of his skin.

“Jesus, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” you laugh, waiting for him to catch his breath. “I know you like to come this way.”

“Do you now?” Clark laughs, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulls away, searches the area, finds no one, and presses his lips back to yours. The height difference makes his chest swell with joy and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your lower back. Between kisses, he mutters, “You'll never guess what my parents found earlier.”

“What’d they find?”

Clark pulls away and leans against the wall with a smug look. “Your boxers.”

“What?”

“Mhm.” Pushing off the wall, he gently grabs your arm and leads you toward the entrance of the Talon. “You must have left them there last time you were… over. I figure you took mine instead when you rushed out.”

You take a shaky breath. “Do they suspect anything?”

“You mean do they suspect we’re dating? No, doesn’t seem like it.”

“That’s good,” you reply as you take a seat closest to the door. “I guess you still don’t wanna tell anyone?”

Clark gives you an awkward smile as he sits opposite you and leans in close. “I just don’t know how they’ll react,” he says, voice hushed. “I mean, I know they’ll accept me, but…”

“You’re just not ready to announce you have a boyfriend.”

He looks around quickly, worrying that someone would overhear. “Exactly.”

Your hand twitches, and to Clark it looks as if you’re  about to reach for his hand but have second thoughts. He wants to reach out for you in return, hold your hand with no fear, but he stops himself. “That’s okay,” you smile, a small smile at first before it turns into a loving grin that lights him up like the Fourth of July. “I completely understand. As long as you’re happy, yeah?”

“I am happy.” Clark bumps his foot against yours under the table with a sweet smile. “You make me happy.”

Your grin widens “You make me happy too, Clark.”

He smirks and glances around. “Why don’t we get outta here?”

“Thought you wanted coffee.”

He shrugs. “Coffee can wait.” He stands and brushes a hand over your shoulder casually as he passes you, beckoning you to follow him.

“And this can’t?” You laugh, following outside and back down the alley. “What have you got planned?”

“Something fun,” he grins, looking around before taking you into his arms. “May I?”

“You may.”

Clark’s lips find your cheek. “Hold on.” He waits until you’re in his arms before speeding off, running faster than the speed of light. He runs and runs and runs until he makes it back to the farm, entering the barn and slowing down.

“We’re at the barn,” you state.

“Mhm.”

You smirk at him. “And what do you plan to do here?”

“Well…” he trails off, looking you up and down with his own flustered smile. “Whatever you want. But first, I’ll be back in a minute.”

He speeds off, leaving you standing alone. You shake your head with a laugh at his abrupt exit and make your way upstairs. By the time you’re flopping onto the couch and picking up a book from the table, Clark returns holding two coffees. 

“You couldn’t have gotten them before we left?” You ask, chuckling. 

“I didn’t think.”

“Do you ever?”

Clark rolls his eyes and hands you a cup, gently pushing your legs aside so he can sit next to you. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, wise guy.” He takes a sip of his coffee and smiles. “I figured we could have our coffee date here. In private. Where no one can see us.”

“That is what private means, Clark.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I can never catch a break with you, can I?”

“Only when I’m dead.”

“Well I hope that’s not soon,” he whispers, leaning in close and looking deep into your eyes. His breath fans your cheek. Leaning closer, he presses a few soft kisses from your lips toward your cheekbone, and he smiles, before pulling back and taking another sip of his drink. “Now I can kiss you whenever I want.”

You giggle at that. “Alright, loverboy. You sure your parents won’t come up here?”

“They’re both out doing their own things. We’re all alone up here.”

“Alone, huh?”

Clark flushes red. “Mhm.”

“Well maybe I can get my boxers back then?”

“Oh…” He glances away. “Yeah, uh, sure. I can go get them for you.”

You roll your eyes in amusement and laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to his burning cheek. “I mean, Clark, that you'll have to take these ones off first.”

His breath catches in his throat and his wide eyes find yours. “Wh– I– Oh. Oh, heh, yeah. Yeah.”

“You’re so cute,” you laugh, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But it looks like you might explode if I say anything else like that. Let’s just enjoy this coffee first.”

He nods eagerly, making you laugh even more. “Sure. Yeah. It’s nice coffee. Really nice.”

You shuffle closer so that you’re curling into him, head on his firm chest. His strong arm instinctively wraps around you, pulling you closer, and he drops a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m glad we’re together, Clark.”

“Me too. If you hadn’t flirted with me on that day we met, I don’t know where I’d be right now.”

“Still chasing after girls that already have boyfriends, I bet. And blissfully unaware you could have been chasing after the boyfriends, too.”

He laughs and you can feel the vibrations of it against your cheek. “I’d have figured it out!” You glance up and raise an eyebrow and he gives you a cheeky smile. “Eventually.”

Pressing your lips to his, you smile. “I’m glad I helped you out.”

“Me too.”

The kiss deepens and you can feel rather than see Clark leaning forward to place his coffee on the table behind you. His hand slides up your arm and takes your cup too, placing it beside his. You chuckle against his lips as he pulls you into his lap. “Thought you were enjoying your coffee.”

“I was,” he shrugs, trailing kisses down to your jaw. “But I’ll definitely enjoy this more.”

You tilt your head to give him more access to your neck. “What happened to my cute flustered farm boy?”

Clark pulls back to smirk and there’s a playful glint in his beautiful blue eyes. “You talk too much,” he says, more of a loving statement than an insult. Pushing you against the soft pillows of the couch, he hovers over you confidently. “I guess I need to shut you up.”

You laugh and tug at the hem of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head. “And you need to give me my boxers back.”

He rolls his eyes “What did I just say, mister?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, eyes stuck to his toned torso. No matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless, the beauty of him still amazes you. “Wasn’t listening. Was a bit distracted.”

He chuckles and dips back down to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, sliding his hands under your shirt and over your burning skin. “Guess I gotta help you with that.”

“And my bo–”

“And your boxers, I know, I know.” You share a sweet laugh and he removes your shirt, smiling down at you. “You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful.”

“Says you.”

He gives you his usual boyish grin and gives you a sweet kiss. “I do say so.”

It’s safe to say the coffee grows cold a while before the two of you are done.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 25

Clark Kent + Musk/Sweat

I am not dead, I just needed a few days since I wrote so much last month. This features some of my kryptonian headcanons, since I can’t help myself. Reader is a fellow hero in this.

 Kinktober list

Clark felt disgusting, like a creep or a weirdo. Why was he feeling this way? Well, it was because he was digging through Y/Ns laundry. It was more like all the of leagues dirty laundry, everyday clothes, hero suits or what the kryptonian was mostly hoping for, used workout clothes. Ever since he had met Y/N Clark had been so taken with the other man. A deep yearning and need had rooted itself in Clark’s chest and had never left since, it seemed to actually have gotten worse over the years.

He had discovered his obsession with the other wants scent one day when Clark had hidden himself away in the league’s laundry room. It had been a weeklong mission and Clark had not been able to find anywhere private to masturbate, and because of his kryptonian genes it had gotten uncomfortable after a few days of no release. After getting off, Clark had grabbed a random piece of fabric that was gonna be washed anyways to dry himself off.

That’s when he caught the scent, it made his knees weak, and he had to grab the wall not to collapse. He had immediately hardened again, which wasn’t unusual since he really had no rest period between orgasms, but when he started dripping without even touching himself, he couldn’t help but pull the fabric to his nose. Clark swore his vision went white for a second as he inhaled deeply, the scent filling all his senses as his cock jerked and shot cum against the wall without any need to touch himself.

After getting off a couple more times with an almost maddening need, Clark had finally calmed down enough to check just who’s laundry he had grabbed. When it turned out to be Y/Ns hero suit, the one he had worn almost all week during the mission the kryptonian had gone red with embarrassment and had quickly cleaned up and fled the scene.

Every single time he got off after that he thought of Y/N, his body, his scent. It always had Clark finishing quicker than normal, spraying white all over himself and his hand and leaving him panting. No orgasm had been as good as when he was inhaling the other man’s scent, so though it made Clark feel ashamed, he started sneaking Y/Ns laundry from the leagues wash. He always returned it before it could be missed, his face flustered and abdomen tingly.

It turned out that Clark wasn’t as sneaky as he had hoped during all his past thefts, as the door to the laundry room shut with a snap. Turning around Clark found Y/N, in nothing but his workout clothes. A pair of baggy shorts that hung low on his hips, and a tight black tank top that sculpted against his torso. Clark could see sweat glistening on his skin, the scent brushing against Clarks sensitive senses causing the man to have to clench his thighs together to hope and hide any obvious sign that it was affecting him.

Clark tried to avert his gaze and act normal, as if he was just sorting the mess that was the league’s laundry as he kept his eyes anywhere but on the man of his deepest desires. The kryptonian was so busy trying not to stare or let his body show just how much the man’s sweaty scent was affecting him, that he didn’t notice Y/N slink his way over and lean his body against Clarks back. Clark froze as the other mans sweaty arms wrapped around him, the kryptonian gulping the spit that was gathering in his mouth as he tried to stutter out asking that the other man was doing.

Y/N chuckled softly, “You think I haven’t noticed Clark?” he asked, voice thick with lust and want as he pressed himself further against Clarks back, his crotch rubbing against the other mans behind where the kryptonain could feel he was half hard. Going even more red Clark ducked his head and tried to apologize, tears gathering in his eyes as shame almost swallowed him whole, his own cock giving an interested twitch as it started hardening.

Hearing how wobbly and distraught Clark sound, Y/N was quick to turn the other man around and kiss him, telling him that he wasn’t mad and was actually extremely flattered. He had even planned a surprise for Clark, which had the kryptonians attention though he was still embarrassed. Stepping back Y/N leant against one of the walls of the laundry room, smirking at Clarks eyes followed him closely. Then Y/N lifted one of his arms, placing his hand behind his head and exposing his armpit, the post workout musk hitting Clarks senses like a drug.

His knees grew weak as heat filled him, Clark whimpering softly as his eyes fluttered. When Y/N beckoned him closer Clark could almost not stay upright as he stumbled over, his hands coming up to grasp the other mans hips. His mind cleared enough for him to feel embarrassed again, meeting Y/Ns eyes who just gave him an encouraging smile, his pupils blown wide with lust and need.

Finally throwing his shame to the wind Clark leant in to bury his nose into Y/Ns sweaty pit, the musky scent making Clarks eyes roll back into his head as he almost desperately stuck out his tongue and started licking. Y/N groaned as Clark started licking and sucking at his armpit like a starved man, his length growing fully hard and heavy in the confines of his shorts. The kryptonian moaned as the smell and taste of Y/Ns sweat had him cumming, his thighs quivering as the crotch of his clothes grew soaked by his fluids.

This kept up until the pit was licked clean, where Clark moved onto the other one much to Y/Ns delight. Y/N was impressed at just how much Clark could cum, and just from his scent and taste alone, as a puddle of white started gathering by their feet. When there was nothing more to taste, Clark found himself resting against the other man’s chest, looking up at him with pupils so large they almost swallowed the blue of his eyes. Y/N ran his hands through Clark’s hair, leaning down to press a kiss to the kryptonians forehead who whimpered and tried to lean in closer.

Knowing this was far from over Y/N slowly pushed Clark back and got him cleaned up, before ordering the man to go to Y/Ns room at the tower where they would continue. Clark seemed hesitant but when Y/N took of his sweaty tank top and threw it at the man, the kryptonian was gone with a speed that would make the flash jealous. Y/N chuckled to himself as he cleaned up their mess, digging up some of his old laundry and tucking it under his arm before he left for his room, going down some less used hallways so no one would see him with his raging hard erection. He couldn’t wait to pick Clark apart, he thought with a smirk.

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[steverogerspocwife]

Imposter

Pairing: Yandere Superman x Reader Summary: You have gained some sort of memory loss. A man with the name Clark Kent tells you that he is his husband but you starting to regain some memories.

            A groan escapes your lips as your eyes slowly flutter open. You lay your eyes on a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray in his hands. He was unbelievably handsome. You were quick to sit up since you were nothing more than shocked to see the man before you. “W-who are you??” You question quickly, your heart pounding against your chest. A smile appears on the man’s face as he reaches for your hand. “I’m your husband, Clark Kent. You are probably wondering what you are doing here and why you can’t remember that I am your husband. But I can explain everything… after you finish eating that is.” A plate of food was set on your lap. Your eyes went from the plate to the man named Clark before you, a wide smile on his lips as he watched you.

            After a moment, Clark gets up from the corner of the bed. “Go ahead and eat. I’ll be back with water.” You silently watched him go, once he was gone your eyes move to your plate. You didn’t know if you should believe him or not. But you didn’t feel threatened in anyway, so you just began to eat. Your face was quick to make a pleased expression. As you continued to eat in ecstasy a moan slipped through your lips. You could hear someone clearing their throat, you whip your head around to see Clark standing there. “Is everything ok?” Since your mouth was full, all you could manage to do was nod. “Our friends want to see you later today. To check up on you, see how you’re doing.”

            You didn’t know what to say because you had no idea what he means by friends. There wasn’t much you could say so you continued to eat your breakfast. Once you were done, He took your plate. You spaced out, unknown what to do. Clark comes back                                                 into the room, sitting very close to you. “Before we go to meet them, you need to know something.” Your brows furrowed at the sudden shift of atmosphere. Clark takes your hand, his thumb brushing against the top of your hand softly. “I am Superman.” You just stare at him for a moment. Clark was waiting for a reaction, searching your facial expression for anything. “Oh, You’re serious!” Your eyes widen in shock, your mouth hanged comically. Clark chuckles at your adorable facial expression. That’s when he demonstrates him floating in the air.

            “I can’t believe that I am married to not only a very handsome man. But Superman as well. You sure this isn’t a dream? And all of this is fake? If I wake up and you’re gone, I will blame you for the rest of my life.” Clark places himself onto the ground once again. Slowly closing the gap between you two. “I want to kiss you so bad. I missed you, my love.” His breath brushed against your own lips, which made you suck your lips inwards. Clark shakes his head quickly, shaking the lust in his body away for just a moment. “At last, I must refrain myself until you feel comfortable.” You nodded your head slowly even though you wouldn’t mind a kiss from this godly looking man. “We should get going. This dresser is all yours. I’ll leave so you can change.” You waited until he left and closed the door to get up. You look through the fancy clothing, nothing stuck out to you. That was until your eyes landed on a pair of jeans and a baggy hoodie. Which you assumed belonged to Clark. You felt kind of bad for just taking the hoodie, but you remembered that you guys are married, and he wouldn’t mind. Hopefully.

            Once you exited the room, Clark was sitting on the couch that faced the door. His eyes ran up and down your body, his eyes soften for a moment. He was glad you were wearing something of his. In his head it meant you belong to him. “Are you ready?” He asks you, in result you nod your head. Clark takes his hand out for you to take. “Hold on to me. We are going to Gotham where we meet our mutual friend, Bruce.” It didn’t take long for Clark and you to arrive in the Wayne’s manner. An old man in a tux had answered the door. “Ah, you both are here.” Clark leans over to whisper into your ear the name of the man in front of you guys. Learning or “re-learning” his name is Alfred. Alfred leads you both to the dining room where five males sat. It looked as though they were quietly among themselves. However, everything changes when You and Clark enter the room. Their attention all shifting to you both and they all according stand up, from the oldest man to the smallest little boy. They all seem friendly as they approached the two of you.

            “It’s nice to see you again.” Bruce states, respectfully kissing your hand in a charming manner. A small gasp escapes your lips at the gesture. You weren’t aware the handshake would turn into a kiss. You also weren’t aware of the glare Clark sends to Bruce. Bruce has caught the glance, slowly removing his lips from your hand also taking his time to let go of your hand. “Uh, Nice to see you again…?” You lead the sentence on going since you were unsure as to who this handsome man was. “Let’s sit down before we discuss this.” The sitting arrangements were in the following order: You sat in between Clark and Jason. Across the three of you was, Bruce, Damien, Timothy, and Dick. “I have completely forgot you don’t know who we are. Bruce. Bruce Wayne. But you can just call me Bruce.” You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Yeah, I am sorry. I just can’t believe I don’t remember meeting you all. And I am pretty sure I should when you all are…” Dick buts in. “Literal superheroes? Yeah, we know what you mean. And we don’t hold it against you. Has Clark told you how you lost your memory?”

            You shook your head and glance at Clark for a moment before looking back at Dick. “It was one of Clark’s enemies. They had figured out his identity and along with that, they found you. They had kidnapped me as well as erased your memory. So, when Clark had finally got your location, it was too late. You didn’t know who he was and fainted from the shock of everything.” Bruce explains. Trying to piece everything together yet nothing seems to make you remember. Everything made logical sense in all honesty, but there was something in the bottom of your stomach telling you that something was missing. “It’s kind of a shame that you lost your memory. You and Clark were trying for a baby.” Your whole world just stopped.

            Your mouth became dried; You turned your attention to Clark who was fiddling with his fingers a goofy grin on his lips. Confirming the words that escape Dick’s lips. “I-Uh I had no idea.” A dry laugh escapes your lips. “Yeah, but don’t sweat it. You didn’t know and you have just awoken from a tiny coma.” Jason states, patting your back. You slowly nod your head at his response. Your gaze moved towards Clark, who already had his eyes set on you. It seemed like he already knew what was going on in your mind.

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[bigfan-fanfic]

Writing Game 1.1: Simple

Prompt: Picnic Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

Thank you to the 87 wonderful freaks who voted on my lil poll! I hope you enjoy the first of nine little short fics for this first round!

"Y'know, traditionally, picnics don't involve so much... silver." Clark chuckles, gesturing at the chilled silver tureen of fruit, the mahogany charcuterie board, and the few cloche-covered platters of sandwiches, profiteroles, and chocolate covered strawberries laid out as they take a picnic in the gardens on the grounds of Wayne Manor.

Bruce gives a smirk, his dark blue eyes twinkling. He leans across Clark, enjoying the way the farmboy blushes as he glances down where Bruce's shirt creases at the open button. "That so? I wasn't aware you were a picnic aficionado."

"Oh, hush." Clark chuckles, pushing ever so gently against Bruce's chest to move him back to his side of the plush red patterned carpet laid down beneath them in the garden - probably some material like cashmere.

"Truthfully, I... may have gone a bit overboard." Bruce admitted. "Despite my extensive training, I am... rusty with my culinary skills."

"Wait, you're telling me part of your Batman training was cooking?"

Bruce levels an unamused look at the astonished Kansan.

"Sorry. Carry on."

"I just... sometimes I can go overboard when it comes to extravagance, to cover up the inadequacy I feel at the basic level."

"You're charming enough at parties." Clark muses, observing Bruce, watching him make a conscious attempt to remain open in his body language, to defy the instinct telling him to conceal his emotions. It was adorable how hard he had to try to be vulnerable.

"It's easier when I'm playing a role. When I'm Bruce Wayne, the socialite, the Prince of Gotham, it's no different than playing the role of Matches Malone, or any other aliases. I can throw myself into the character. When I'm stripped of pretense... I'm woefully incomplete."

"Well, that's just not true."

Bruce rolls his eyes. "You really think that? My deficiencies in simply making a meal for myself without Alfred's aid, my failures as a parent and mentor, my lack of skill in basic socialization-"

"When you make yourself into a checklist, you're bound to leave some stuff out. You look at yourself with such a critical eye, you're bound to see all the flaws before the good. If nothing else, that just goes to show how self aware you are." Clark smiles, gently plucking a chilled square of watermelon.

"Leave it to you to turn my self-pitying musings into a complement."

Clark smiles, using a black cloth napkin monogrammed with a gold W to catch the juices of the fruit running down his chin. "Pa always used to try and freak me out. He said if you swallow a black watermelon seed, you'd grow a watermelon in your stomach."

Bruce raises an eyebrow. "I haven't heard about that."

"It's not true. In fact, it's not even anecdotally true; nothing will happen, they're not even slightly toxic, like apple seeds. It's just some random thing we used to say or believe. Like that you shouldn't swim right after eating."

Bruce doesn't talk about his parents. Just as a general rule. And he doesn't now, even though he can probably tell that Clark is wondering if Bruce's dad would've told him these silly little lies, or any of the other countless common parental platitudes. Clark is a deeply empathetic person, and it hurts him to imagine that Bruce never got to be with his parents. It's not even the same kind of situation as him with Jor-El and Lara, who are still somewhat strangers to him - he still had parents. Still had Ma and Pa. And Bruce had Alfred, but it couldn't be the same.

Clark looks at him and instead says, "Can I have a hug?"

And Bruce looks startled, but obliges him. Gracefully, fluidly rises and practically straddles Clark, embracing him. Clark sighs happily and leans back until he's lying down, Bruce on top of him, pulled into an inadvertent kiss.

They kiss for a while, then lie together looking straight up, watching the clouds drift by in the sunlight. A brilliant day, not even just by Gotham standards. Bruce still isn't sure that Clark didn't fly up there before the picnic to ensure the perfect weather.

"I don't mind how extravagant you are. I think it's just how you show love. And besides, I know you don't really mind how plain I am."

"I envy it. I wish I could be simpler, I just... don't know how."

"I don't need you simple, silly. I just need you."

"That's exactly the kind of sugary sweetness I expect from you."

"Why, I do believe I'm growing on ya, Mister Wayne."

Bruce looks at him. Clark looks back. He can see Bruce steeling himself, preparing. And he lets out a very, almost comically, serious...

"I love you."

Clark allows himself one second of pure shock, realizing just how much it took from Bruce to say that, finally.

"I love you too."

Bruce's hand finds its way into Clark's, and they stare into the sky until the sun starts to set and the honeybees start coming for the fruit left uneaten.

Some things, it seems, truly are that simple.

#writing game #bruce wayne x clark kent #superbat #dc headcanons #headcanons #i love the idea that bruce really wants to express his emotions #but it's just a mental block for him #and clark is just content to move at his pace #and they love each other

[keenzinemugstudent]

Smallville Clark Kent x black goth reader

Clark was supposed to take you to prom but then Lana asked him and he immediately accepts forgetting all about you...

"Do my reporter eyes deceive me or is that a smile I see on your face Y/n?" Chole asked Leaning against her locker you just let out a low laugh pretending to look for your science book

"I have no idea what you're talking about Chole." She just rolled her eyes turning towards you with a smirk on her face.

"Oh don't act innocent with me I heard it from Pete that Clark worked up the courage to ask you out for prom! How am I the last one to find out about this?!"

"It's no big deal literally we were both just sitting and talking about how we thought prom was going to be lame cuz we both didn't have a date and that's when he just asked me if could go together." I said nonchalantly closing my locker walking away Chloe scoffed and walked next to me arms crossed.

"So he asked you to prom and you're just totally okay with this?"

"Yeah I mean it's just two friends going to prom together. He's going to be in a suit and I'm just going to be in a plain old black dress no biggy!"

"Oh yeah your crush AKA Clark asked you to prom and you're not freaking out?" I bumped her shoulder caused her laughing and that's when we bumped into Clark who was holding flowers red rose's your favorite Chole looked at you with a knowing look.

"Oh hey Clark nice roses you got there buddy who's the lucky lady." Oh she was going to get it later!

Guys you won't believe what just happened!"

"Hmm let me guess you finally realize that you need a change of wardrobe and decided to go goth like me? Oh oh I know we can be goth buddies! Wouldn't that sound so much fun?" I said making funny poses to show off your goth beauty he rolled his eyes but laughed still having that big smile on his face.

"Thanks for the suggestion but no uh Lana asked me to prom." And with that the smile was wiped clean off your face you looked at Clark a bit confused.

"Wait what I thought she wasn't going to prom but she was going to skip out because of the whole Whitney thing?"

"Oh well she changed her mind and asked me if I wanted to go with her." He said blushing with a smile on his face, Chloe looked at you and you just looked at Clark like he had two heads.

"So did you say no because you know you weren't really planning to go to prom in the first place and you don't have a suit."

"I said yes and I'm pretty sure dad has one at home so wish me luck guys see you in class later Y/n!"

He said walking away from us all you could do was just stand there in shock and wondering did that really just happen? Did our whole entire conversation yesterday just flew over his head or were you just hallucinating the whole entire thing? Chloe tried to get your attention but you kind of just spaced out feeling something sliding down your cheek it was a tear...

"Y/n? Are you okay?" You wiped your face letting out a humorless laugh.

" Uh yeah I'm okay it's fine, it's totally fine I don't even know what I was thinking. I'll uh see you after class okay Chole?" Before she gets say anything you speed walked away from her holding your book close to your chest already feeling the tears escaping, today is just really sucked all because of Lana fucking Lang!

The whole day you didn't talk to anyone Chole tried to get you to say something but you stayed silent Pete who had heard what happened also tried to cheer you up but you just got up from the class room leaving for him, your two friends felt sad for you and angry at Clark who seemed oblivious to how upset you were.

"Clark we need to talk man." Pete says at Clark's place helping him find a suit for the prom tonight.

"Yeah sure what's up?"

"So uh did you notice how Y/n looked today?

"Yeah she said she had failed a math test today and was pretty bummed about it." Pete gave Clark a look and rolled his eyes putting a hand on his forehead at his friend clueless.

"Dude Y/n A class student! Why would she be upset about getting an f on her math test when math is her best subject!"

"That's true..i'll text her later ask her what's wrong she did look sad."

"Uh maybe that's not a good idea."

Clark gave Pete on a confused face and then turn to look at him .

"Okay Pete you obviously know what's happening with her more than me so why don't you just say it."

"I don't want to say anything."

"Why not? Obviously you have a big opinion on it you might as well tell me." Clark was getting annoyed and Pete was too he was there when Lana came up and asked Clark if he was going to the dance and he didn't even hesitate or think about you when saying yes it was really annoying, seeing as you were so happy but then the whole entire day you were upset.

"Okay fine I'll say it look man I'm happy that you finally had a chance to make progress with Lana but why can't you just you know realize what's in front of you and move on?"

"I don't understand I thought you'd be be happy for me. I finally have a shot with Lana."

"I am happy but weren't you already planning on not going and then you and YN had that conversation about going together?"

"I mean yeah but it wasn't serious...it was just a suggestion!"

"Maybe for you.." Clark clenched his fist.

"Come on Y/n doesn't even like prom she thinks it's lame!"

"Yeah because she's never had anyone ask her to prom dude, and the minute the guy that she's been having a crush on finally asked her out to prom you ditch her for Lana." The room was silent Clark starred at his best friend eyes wide.

"Wait...Y/n has a crush on me?" Pete nods his head.

"Yeah and she was really happy the whole day until you told her about going with Lana. Look man i get that you're happy that you finally have a chance with Lana but you really hurt Y/n." Pete grabbed his stuff and left leaving a guilt feeling Clark behind.

"Sweetie are you sure you'll be fine?" Your aunt asked sitting in the car with your uncle you have a smile.

"I'll be fine auntie I'm just going to be at home watching TV or binge watching and any snacks I'll be fine go on and have fun you guys deserve it." You're in Uncle we're going to go out and celebrate their 7th or anniversary.

"Well call us if anything happens kiddo there's some leftovers but I left some money on the table for you if you wanted to order pizza!" You uncle says you have a thumbs up and they were gone you closed and lock the door behind you let it out a sigh you are home alone on a Friday night absolutely nothing to do it sucked. You sat on the sofa eating cookies than suddenly there was a knock on the front door you had to get back up to open it that's when you saw Clark standing there you immediately dropped to the floor crawling towards the kitchen to hide from his sight so he didn't see you what is he doing here?!

"Y/n? I know your in there please open the door." You let out a scoff.

"Y/n is not here at the moment leave a message at the beep! Beeeeep!"

"Y/n! Come on!"

"Go away Kent!"

"Please just let me explain!"

"I don't want to hear it! Just go to prom with your chance to dance with Lana Lang!"

Clark winced at the anger in your voice directed towards him, now he really felt bad he honestly didn't mean to make you upset.

"Look I know I messed up but can we please just talk about it and it's raining!"

"Aww really? Well you should have thought about that before you came here without an umbrella!

a couple of minutes went by and you thought it was safe to come out cuz you didn't hear him but then you were suddenly grabbed from behind and lifted up off the ground causing you to let out a screech of surprise!

"You put me down right now Clark Kent!"

"Not until you hear me out!"

"If you don't leave I swear to God I will-!"

"Y/n please just listen okay?" He set me down but didn't let go I was now facing his chest but refused to look at him.

"Clark I'd rather not listen to anything you have to say right." I turned my face away from him trying not to let him see how upset I was but he just held me closer to his chest refusing to let go.

"I know your mad at me but I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry I'm such an Idiot."

"You're right. You are an idiot Clark! You're an absolute idiot for making me think that we are going to go to prom together! So congratulations you know you're the biggest fool I've ever met in my life!" I tired to get out of his hold but he just wouldn't but God you forgot how strong this boy was it kind of felt nice being in his arms but you were not going to forgive him that easily! You are not going to admit defeat!

"I know we both said that prom was lame but because we were both mostly upset we didn't have a date but I really did think you actually want to go with me!" I hide my face in his chest feeling tears well up he didn't say anything but his hold did loosen a bit but you were to upset to care.

"Pete told me something that had me thinking."

"Do you... like me?"

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything now would it?"

"It would have changed a lot. Ha the farm boy and the goth girl together who would have thought?" He let's out a chuckle putting his chin on my head hugging me I let out a small laugh.

"Y/n I really really am sorry. I was so caught up on my feelings towards Lana I didn't stop to think about you."

"It's fine..."

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't discourage your feelings like that. You have every right to be upset." He pulls away from the hug lifting up my chin to make me look at him you let out a sigh.

"Well it's too late now. Well I doubt there's going to be a prom now that it's raining and here I was looking forward to seeing you in a suit." I gave a pout.

"We can still have prom." He gave a smile causing you to stare at him confused

Later he told you to go change into your dress which honestly confused you but listen to him when you got down stairs you saw the living room full of candles and Clark stood in the middle playing a slow song holding a red rose.

(I tried to find a black girl in goth dress but didn't find much😭)

"Clark...what is this? " You looked around in amazement he grabs your hand handing you the rose.

"Seeing as I asked you to prom first I should keep to my word."

"What about Lana?"

"I called and told her I already had plans with someone else for prom."

wow he rejected his only chance of being with the girl he's liked forever to do all this for you.

"Clark you didn't have to do all this." I looked down feeling my cheeks getting warm but he steps close to grabbing a hold of your waist causing you to look at his smiling face.

"I'd rather be here with you Y/n and this gives me the chance to finally see you in a dress for the for first time. You didn't think I was going to miss that did you?" You rolled your eyes than let out a gasp as he twirled you around the room.

"Whoa I didn't know the farm boy had moves."

"You can thank my dad for that."

"Oh I bet that was fun."

We both laugh it wasn't anything like the prom you imagined but it was close and it was comfortable I leaned on his chest feeling his warmth you could hear his heartbeat beating faster than usual

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I hope this makes up for everything that I've done. I really didn't mean-" I put a finger to his lips stopping him and gave him a smile.

"Let's just have fun tonight Clark I really just wanna spent time with you." He smiles nodding grabbing your hand to land a kiss he stops to stare at you than leaned in a bit whoa whoa what's going on right now? Is he about to kiss me? Is my breath fresh? Are my lips chapped up enough oh no!

I closed my eyes but felt a kiss on my nose. I let out a sigh of relief which caused Clark to look at you confused.

"Sorry it looked like you didn't want me to kiss you...yet."

"So you kiss my nose?"

"You have a cute nose okay!"

"Well that's no fair!"

I stand in my toes to kiss his nose back which made him blush.

"There now we're even!"

"You are such a weirdo."

"Just shut up and dance with me."

"Yes my lady of the night."

"And don't you forget it farm boy."

we continue to dance to the music it was still raining outside but all that matter is that you were in the arms of the boy you cared about the most prom wasn't so bad after all.

I have noticed there are not a lot of Smallville stories and honestly I am disappointed because I grew up watching Smallville but This was absolutely fun to write and there's definitely going to be some more on the way just need to come up with some more ideas I hope you guys really liked it leave comments open to criticism and sorry if my grammar sucks😭

#smallville fanfiction #smallville clark kent #clark kent #clark kent x you #black reader #goth reader #lana lang #chloe sullivan #smallville #superman x reader #Superman x black reader #clark kent x black!reader #henry cavill fluff #tom welling #tom welling icons #dc x reader #dc x y/n #we need more Clark Smallville x reader people!!! #smallville gifs #black reader insert #black reader fan fiction #x black reader #chubby reader #Smallville x reader #Lana stay away from my mannnn #clark kent x reader #clark kent imagine #clark kent smut

[the-great-knight-gay]

List of favorite versions of these characters

List of my favorite iterations of different characters:

This is an opinion:

Spider-Man

I just love how nuanced and developed this take on Spidey is. All are great in their own terms but I have personally felt more of a connection to this Spidey more than anyone else, with only Andrew Garfield's coming close because I just love that the whole mannerisms are just so real.

He experiences anger and sadness and so many other negative emotions. He doesn't have to be the happy one all the time because that's unrealistic. It has a more grounded apporach than Tobey Maguire's Spidey but not as much as Andrew Garfield, giving the perfect balance for a quality comic book movie character. It's not too campy but has just the right amount.

The main problem is the fanfiction writers treating him like a five year old when he is not. This is a developed and mature character. How everyone just treats him like a baby is beyond me. His last appearance had him try to murder a man with his bare hands (and a weaponized glider). There was no baby in that scene.

Next up it's Batman.

This one has so much potential. I don't have as much to discuss but I just feel drawn to it for some reason. The incredibly dark, emotional feel seems to just work for Batman and Robert Pattinson just nails it. The only other one that comes close is Christian Bale who unfortunately puts me off with two things. The design and the voice.

You can't tell me Batman sounds like he gargles with battery acid. Also... hockey pads? Really Nolan?

Next up... Percy Jackson. (Reminder that I am only putting in live action ones as I have not seen the Lightning Thief play but I have been told it's great)

This one is no contest.

While Logan Lerman was actually a perfect casting for the 16 year old Son of Poseidon, his performance was slightly bogged down by the movie he was in. Logan and the Lotus scene was probably the only thing I would ever like about the movies. Walker on the other hand, while we have only seen him in trailer as of right now, is the perfect Percy. I don't care about his looks because the entire reason PJO was created was to send the message that anyone, whether they have dyslexia or ADHD, can be a hero. The whole part of Percy's design doesn't matter, just as long as he looks like Poseidon. That's the only part that matters. Just like how Annabeth's design doesn't matter as the whole idea of it was that anyone can be smart, despite being discriminated against for their appearance. THIS LITERALLY MEANS IT MAKES MORE SENSE FOR HER TO BE BLACK RATHER THAN BLONDE. STOP BULLYING LEAH YOU RACIST NERDS ON THE INTERNET. NOT THAT I'M HATING ON NERDS THO I AM ONE AND THIS ARGUMENT IS LITERALLY TO DEFEND THE ULTIMATE NERD.

Anyway back to Percy. Walker is Percy Jackson. Anyone seen Secret Headquarters and The Adam Project? It's like seeing Percy come to life. Anyone who says 'Ever had your ass beat by a twelve year old nerd with an inhaler' in that tone is Percy Jackson. His entire mannerism just is the chaotic energy of Percy. Plus, Rick Riordan has said that he has encouraged Walker to embrace anger in the show rather than just be the stereotypical morally superior protagonist. THIS PERCY WILL SHOW EMOTION AND ANGER AND EVERYTHING. THAT IS PERCY. From the start, he has always had a slightly darker streak, from manipulating Procrustes into lying in his literal death bed to manipulating the tears and poison of the misery goddess (No idea where the fandom got the idea of blood bending that's not part of the scene)

Honestly, all I've heard from this kid is just Percy Jackson. He is Percy.

For the final one we have Superman and Lex Luthor.

This is the best ever Clark Kent I have seen. He shows both the alien side and the human side of Kal-El so well. Henry Cavill was amazing but we never saw really saw Clark enough. More of the Kal-El side. This is probably because of the lack of appearance due to all the weird problems with the DCEU which was disappointing as he was gearing up to take the new favorite spot for me. Welling on the other hand, had so much time, evolving and developing this character that is was just hard not to see Welling when I hear Clark.

Despite the lack of suiting up (Which was fixed by the Season 11 comics and Smallville Tie-ins) he managed to bring the essence of Superman into the show so well. His time as the Red-Blue Blur and The Blur managed to show both his heroic side and his darker side, adding a much more emotionally invested side to the character. Rather than just making him the morally correct character who can do no wrong and assumes the best in everyone like most people think of when they see Superman, Smallville's version shows him as a person making him have flaws, doubts, anger, emotion and so much trails.

His friendship and rivalry with Lex, paired with Tom Welling's amazing chemistry with Michael Rosenbaum, created such amazing on screen banter and added a new layer to his character, giving him a large parallel to one of his greatest enemies.

Both started off wanting to be just good. The main difference was parentage. Clark was lucky to get Jonathan and Martha. He may have had some hiccups with Jor-El but Jor-El at least wanted to give him a good path. Lex had Lionel. Lionel was abusive, via neglect and hate. Lionel was the real reason why Lex had no hope of becoming a hero. This came into play heavily in the earlier seasons of Smallville.

Smallville was always a three act play.

Act 1: Season 1-3

This one focused on fathers and sons

So much of this was about Jonathan and Clark, Lionel and Lex, Henry Small and Lana, Jor-El and Clark, even Gabe and Chloe for a bit.

Act 2: 4-7

This one helped develop the characters through their interactions with each other while building the Krypton sub-plot.

This was how Lana's relationship with Clark and Lex grew and fell.

This was how Chloe grew to be one of Clark's most trusted confidants.

This was about how Clark and Lex's friendship started failing.

All the while, we finally were introduced to actual characters from the comic books other than Lex, Lana, Clark, Pete and Clark's parents.

We saw The Flash, Aquaman, Cyborg, Green Arrow and Black Canary.

We were introduced to Lois Lane of all people which gave everyone my favorite version of the character, rivalled only by My Adventures with Superman and Superman and Lois.

We saw Brainiac, Bizarro and Supergirl.

This truly marked the end of the fathers and sons arc with Jonathan suffering a heart attack and Lex truly becoming the villain after murdering his Father, a fate he had tried so hard to stop in the earlier seasons.

Then we got the final act.

Act 3: Seasons 8-10

This was the act where Clark truly became a hero. He stepped out of the shadows as the Red-Blue Blur. He took on Doomsday. He finally defeated Brainiac. Lois and Clark became a thing. We saw his dark side as he became The Blur, with his trenchcoat and we saw him evolve past his dark side and then finally, he donned the cape.

This was truly the greatest version of Superman.

Now you must be waiting for the Lex one.

Of course it will be Smallville's Lex.

Michael Rosenbaum was PERFECT.

He will be the only Lex I ever see.

His take on the character was just so emotional and perfect.

His relationship with Clark and his slow descent to madness and evil but just perfect.

That day on the bridge changed his life but it also changed all of ours.

Everyone who saw Smallville knew that Clark and Lex would become enemies and yet it still hurt.

Let's be honest, this scene broke everyone.

This was when there truly was no return.

This just cemented what everyone knew would happen.

This was truly the greatest pair in TV history.

They've come a long way from this:

Knight out.

#rick riordan #annabeth chase #percy jackson #pjo fandom #marvel #peter parker #marvel mcu #batman #robert pattinson #the batman #superman #smallville #tom welling #michael rosenbaum #character analysis

[brodinsons]

"Instead of highlighting the character's Jewish origins, 'Man of Steel' features a Randian Christ-figure who commits genocide against his entire race, then causes multiple mass casualty events."

I apologize in advance for the incoming rant but I am sick and tired of sitting quietly for this relentless bullshit and at some point, enough is enough. I'm not naming the individual I'm quoting because I'm not interested in starting fights. This is my space and I'm venting a collective decade of frustration and anger.

Noun. Randian (plural Randians) A follower of Ayn Rand.

God damn, y'all just can't help yourselves, can you? You just slurp up every bit of nonsense from all those puffed up "YouTube Essayists" with god complexes from 2015 and take it as fucking fact.

Not to mention, y'all cannot seem to let a random baseless accusation from a disgraced sexual predator go. That's him! He's the one who started it! The very one to fling the first scrap of "Zack Snyder is a Randian Objectivist who hates Superman and is poisoning the DCEU!" bait out into the twittersphere for the rest of the ravenous bloggers to jump on. I refuse to take anyone's treatise on the modern superhero myth seriously if this is the depth they'll stoop to in the middle of their piece.

Snyder made one single offhand comment about maybe adapting 'The Fountainhead' (for its aesthetics, mostly) years ago and now he's a sexist racist fascist objectivist and the root of all evil.

Objectivism: "The exceptional people among us have a divine right to decide our fate and we should not oppose them."

Does that sound like the message of any of his DC films? Movies that end with speeches about heroes wanting to be on the ground to do good in crises and how good humanity can be despite its faults? What about MoS specifically, where the ultimate immigrant allegory struggles to find his place in a world that does not accept him yet still fights for and protects humanity because this world is his chosen home?

Not to mention, where the fuck is this genocide-committing Jesus Superman? Clark t-poses out of the Black Zero one goddamn time while looking sadly back at his dad because Snyder is a visual filmmaker with a penchant for dramatic shots and everyone loses their fucking minds. He goes to the Lutheran church he presumably attended with Martha & Jonathan as a child to seek the counsel of Father Leone because Clark Kent is not canonically Jewish (may the memory of his Jewish creators be a blessing). There's stained glass iconography of Christ in the background at one point because it's a Christian church in middle America. Clark himself never once espouses any religious lines or strict beliefs. Nor does he position himself as a "Christ-figure", either through himself or via the story??????? He doesn't want the responsibility that comes with putting that suit and cape on. But he does it anyway because he understands the stakes when shit gets real and he refuses to let his adoptive world pay for unwittingly bringing the worst remnants of his old world here.

Also, Clark only kills one person: Zod. The U.S. military "bombs" the Black Zero with the starcraft that brought Clark to earth in order to re-open the Phantom Zone and send Zod's forces (the pack of militaristic extremists known as the Sword of Rao) into it. Given what we know of the Phantom Zone in various canons, that's a fate almost worse than death. Then, after being given an ultimatum that either he dies or Zod will, he makes the impossible choice that will haunt him the rest of his life to save a human family moments from being obliterated by Zod's heat vision and kills the general. Nowhere in this catastrophic battle did he "commit genocide against his entire race" (did everyone forget that he himself is the Codex's host and therefore the living possibility of Krypton's rebirth?) or "cause multiple mass casualty events".

I understand that the scale of fictional damage was perhaps a touch more realistic than the near identical scale featured in all of the Avengers movies. It's fine if it's not your thing. Move along. That discomfort still doesn't give you enough leeway to point the finger at a rookie Superman on his first day on the job and say "all that destruction and death was his fault". He tried to take it out of the city! Zod—a vastly more experienced military leader with blind genetic fanaticism on his side, by contrast—refused to allow it. His goal was the annihilation of earth and as much collateral damage as possible (preferably the entire human race). Clark had to stand between humanity and that with zero combat experience and no clue he'd be forced into a no-win scenario to stop the carnage.

I'm tired. It has been ten years. I'm so fucking tired. Can you people give it a rest? None of you are the ultimate authority on superheroes and positioning yourselves as something dangerously close to that with these twitter threads and blog treatises and reviews full of big words in nerd outlets only poisons the fandom well further.

You are allowed to dislike things. You aren't even required to justify that dislike. What you aren't allowed to do is declare something objectively bad based on nothing but your own subjective reaction to it, then invent criticisms that aren't even applicable to the thing in question.

The day we lost the ability to differentiate between "I did not enjoy this media so I guess it wasn't for me" and "I did not enjoy this media and therefore NO ONE SHOULD BECAUSE REASONS I WILL INVENT FROM SECONDHAND HEARSAY" is the day media literacy ceased to exist in pop culture.

#snyderverse meta #extremely long and ''toxic'' rant #this literally does not matter because superheroes are fictional and do not matter #but this director and the world he created matters to me and i am sick and tired of being attacked from every angle for defending it #stop drinking the kool aid #zack snyder is not the boogeyman under your bed or waiting to jump out of your school locker #he is a fucking nerd who made some capeshit movies and everyone collectively lost their fucking minds about it #can we move on now?

[jamesrrhodey]

Hey! I'm Amber, 30, she/her, CST. Generally, I tend to write male characters. Word count wise, I have experience with everything from 1-2 paragraphs per reply to novella style. Currently, I'm looking for partners to write original plots and/or plots within a few of my favorite fandoms. Listed below is who I want to play and the characters I am looking to play against. Partners should be 21+, thank you.

Original Plots:

I have all the muse for hockey-related original plots. Add me on Discord for more details!

Fandom Plots:

Harry Potter (AU First War, all characters will be 21+):

Regulus Black, looking for any character or OC.

Sirius Black, looking for any character or OC.

James Potter, looking for Lily Evans.

ASOIAF: Eddard Stark, looking for Catelyn Tully.

DCEU or Superman & Lois: Clark Kent, looking for a Lois Lane.

Discord: ambro.93

#discord 1x1 #hp rp

[jesncin]

5 days long anon again. Yeah, it took a while because I kept reworking and trying to find the right words. words are hard. Plus anxiety. Constantly worrying if it would be right or sound right. Right now I'm riding the high of "it WAS fine!!" so I'm feeling more confident in sending this.

The whole "oooh superhero lied to someone how bad" when it's about their identity? One thing I clipped from the previous ask was talking about how of course a hero should not disclose their civilian ID because that would put any family or friends in danger. A reporter SHOULD understand that! Or at least a kind one. Of course Clark wouldn't be going around telling people if only because he wants to keep his parents safe. Yet you can't look me in the face and tell me that the Kents wouldn't be leery about telling people their son's origins as an alien regardless of when the story is set because technically? Illegal immigrant baby. Illegal immigrant alien baby, whom any spooky group (military/research/???) might want to get their greasy mitts on. I can see that kind of worry leaving marks on him too, even though he is trying to be kind and good.

Maybe it was "too soon" but Kal-el is talking to someone he's grown to know as both Clark Kent and Superman. Who he feels he can take that risk with. And with something... not small, exactly, but not as harmful to his life as he lives it on Earth? It's not quite a test of trust because that would be too calculated for it but it is something more honest and raw and the little voice in the back of the head going "do you understand? do I understand?".

"I've had to justify fanon to canon" is... odd. Have you had to with the Martians or is it specifically your take on Lois? I admit I haven't been able to read all the comics and random sketches yet but everything I've seen has been built on the trend of compassion and care whether it is for it or in spite of it. ...and sexy abs. (Rudy.)

Run out of steam/focus so hope you have a good night again.

Hiya 5 days anon (Here I am responding now after the strike)! And no worries, I appreciate people taking their time thinking of what to say.

Right! Even without any Superhero-level fantasy stuff- irl journalists write under pseudonyms or protect the privacy of the people they're interviewing all the time (Lois did this in Girl Taking Over!!). This notion that reporters are Kantian "Lying Is Always Bad No Matter What" people is frankly a caricature. Fun for silver age shenanigans, but not if you want your story to have any sort of depth. And yeah! Clark is an illegal immigrant baby. It shouldn't take much imagination to see why he and the Kents would want to keep that a secret (alas some stories think otherwise- I can't help but call the emotional intelligence of the characters into question at that point).

Yeah! I don't imagine Superman telling Lois his Kryptonian name as something pre-meditated, it's very spur of the moment trust. The idea is that he's not ready to disclose his civilian identity yet, but he is trusting Liando with something far more personal.

It's mostly been my Superman stuff. I don't post my Martian art on twidder especially since well. I've always gotten one or two racist comments on my Clois comics but the Private Interview comic just unleashed the floodgate for racist comments. If I get that much heat for a cishet interracial couple, you can imagine how gross people would be to my Martian stuff. There's a portion of cape fandom that just doesn't understand fanon or interpretations and are vehemently against any sort of change. So I get silly comments asking me to justify the change ("Why is Lois Black??") or backhanded compliments hailing me as "the exception to racebends". It's annoying, but in the end the comic really wasn't for them. It's for people like y'all who get it! (like Rudy)

Thank you and good day/night!

#askjesncin #i got interviewed by a journalist one time and she asked some personal questions I wasn't comfortable responding to or making public. #so I told her and she apologized and left it out of the article. Instead of. I dunno. hunting me down trying to dox me

[bloodreign-ravana]

Reunited

𝐀/𝐍- 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬!

Pairing- Clark Kent x (implied POC) Reader

Summary- Clark Kent returns to the reader in distress, which causes reader to take him back

Warning(s)- Cursing (usage of bitch, etc.), cheating, sad lovestruck Superman, mild smut, heavy making out

First Person (1300ish words)

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The room slowly spins as I stretch from my short nap, being entirely dazed since my nap was entirely interrupted from my phone’s vibration. My bonnet falls off of my head and I hiss softly, choosing to ignore the slight inconvenience. “Aw, shit.”, the small curse falls from my mouth as I pick up the call without looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” 

A softly, yet masculine tone sounds off on the other side of the phone and I quickly realize it’s Clark Kent. My ex. You heard that right. “What do you want, Clark?” Sure my tone was harsh, but that’s entirely because the handsome, tall, crystal blue-eyed, country boy--- ‘stop that.’ I thought to myself as I started to zero in on Clark’s actual words. “Can we talk? Please? I need your help and I don’t know who else to contact. Please, Y/N…” Clark says gently, almost in a pleading way. He knows how I am when he uses that pleading tone. Ya know what I mean? A big, strong man begging- hell even pleading- for something. “Clark, n-” Before I can even finish my response, there is a heavy knock at my front door which entices my two dogs to start barking. I quickly get up to run downstairs to my front door and aggressively slam it open, only to reveal the big man himself. Clark wears a heavy face, clearly burdened with sadness as he puts his phone in his pocket. 

“Y/N, let me explain..Please? It’s urgent and I-”

CRASH 

My phone crashed against the superhero’s face as I bash it across his face in frustration. Yeah, yeah, ‘HeS SUpErMaN, NoThINg HuRTs HiM!!’ yeah I’m fully aware, but I know it hurt his damn feelings. “Was that really necessary?” Clark asks as he just makes his way into my home as if he owns it or even lives in it. I slam the door shut and turn to the Man of Steel (wish my phone was made of steel right about now..), “Did I say you could-”

“Lois left me..”

My eyes widened in utter shock. Clark left me for this woman, and now the tables turned on him. I may be bitter about him leaving me for Lois Lane, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want him to be happy. He seemed so in love with her as if they were soulmates. As much as I wanted to tell his stupid big ass ‘you jackass’, I couldn’t bear to rub it in so instead I gave him a loving hug. “I’m so sorry, Clark..” I say softly as I thread my fingers of one of my hands through his raven black hair. Clark buries his face in my neck and I suddenly feel a wetness on my shoulders. ‘Big man’s is crying..Poor man.’ I think to myself as I use my other hand to rub his broad back. “I’m so sorry, Clark..” I say in the most gentle and caring tone I could muster up for this emotionally distraught man. Clark’s hands slowly start gripping my hips tightly, ‘Almost too tight, ah fuck’-- “Clark..You’re going to bruise my damn hips. Relax, please..” I wince as I dig my black stiletto nails into his back and scalp. “I was wrong to leave you, you have to take me back..” Clark says urgently and suddenly backs me into a wall, making me yelp. The burly man then pulls his head back and looks at me, his eyes practically begging me. Of what? I have no idea, but he knows I couldn’t possibly say no. “Please, my queen.” 

My jaw clenches as he uses the old nickname he used for me when we were together. I had no words whatsoever. I know what I’m about to do is stupid, but could you possibly deny this man of what he wants or even needs? My lips then slam against his as I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his shoulders as they fully wrap around him. Clark quickly reciprocates, picking me up easily and burying his tongue in my mouth to re-exploring every crevice he once knew. “Up..Stairs, Clark..”, the words are muttered out from my mouth as I grab his tongue with my canines and pull. He then quickly walks up the stairs by using his memory to memorize the path to my bedroom he has taken many times. My back is suddenly against my bed as he throws me onto my lush, black velvet covered bed and I look at Clark adoringly. “You know..This is way less sexy when you realize my hair looks like shit and I just woke up.” Clark laughs, but then I quickly interrupt him.

“And also when you realize that you left me for that bitch Lois, and now you’re back in my arms sobbing because she broke your heart like you did mine.” This quickly causes Clark to stop laughing and look away in guilt. I know he really does feel sorry for what he did to me-- us-- but he better think twice if he thinks I’m going to make this all easy for him. “Look, I was stupid back then and-”, “Shut up, country boy.” I say sternly as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me. Clark’s surprise face will always be adorable, even now. He mutters out a soft, ‘yes ma’am’, as he quickly rids the both of us from our clothing barriers. Kent starts kissing my chest, slowly making his way down to my entrance. I bury my fingers in his hair and tug harshly as he eats to his heart's content from his (now) favorite meal. I moan softly as he proceeds to nip and make harsh kitten licks across my clit. “Oh Clark..You have so much- ah..Making up to do..You gonna take me out on weekly dates now..” I say sultrily as Clark hums softly in agreement, digging his fingers into my supple thighs. Even though his grip is intensely strong and I know it’ll leave bruises on my soft caramel skin, I don’t bother to tell him to release as I know this is just his way of apologizing. “You're gonna spoil me..Take care of me better than before, you won’t leave me..” I hiss out as my back arches and I gasp, coming closer to sweet completion. “Come on, Clark.” The broad man then slowly starts bending my lower half and delves his tongue further, whispering out, “Anything for you, my love..Come on..”

A loud squeal is suddenly released from my lush lips as I slam my hands down onto the sheets and grip them as if my life depends on it. When I say this man can eat, I mean it literally in both senses. Clark then leans over and whispers softly, “Can I please take you? I need you, please, please, ple-” His mouth is then covered quickly by my hand and I narrow my eyes at him. “Not tonight. You have to earn it, big boy.”

Clark's big blue eyes then look down in defeat, “But-” “No buts. I don’t care if your clothes are off and that monster is out. Not. Tonight.” I then take my hand off and give him a gentle kiss. “Maybe tomorrow..But you need to get a straight head before we do anything that serious.” My hand slicks his hair away from his face and looks at me in understanding. By no means is this big bastard a fool, but sometimes he can be naive and a fool. “Alright..But-” gurgle, gurgle  

We both then laugh softly and press our foreheads together, staring at each other lovingly. “I guess I’ll be cooking, my love.” Clark’s eyes widen and it suddenly registers to me. ‘I said ‘my love’, shit. Well, too late I guess.’ I then kiss his nose and hop up to put clothes on and start cooking for this big beast. Little did I know Clark Kent was beaming in joy as he watched me walk away to care for him once more. Hoping to return things back to normal, no matter what he has to do.  

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[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters

16-Faulty Shoes

“Clark,” You squealed as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you in the air before proceeding to the stairs. 

He had taken you out to dinner that night at a little diner in some tucked away part of the city that he boasted was just like one he had at home. It was a fine diner, something you would visit if you were in that part of the city, but the only thing that you liked about it was the fact that it was Clark’s favorite restaurant. Seeing the excitement on his face as he led you through the hidden streets, telling you the history of it as well, was all you needed for it to become something you would visit with him more often. 

Then, the walk back was long, even more so with the rain. Unfortunately, the shoes you had decided to wear and the rain were not a good mix as Clark had to catch you several times. You were so looking forward to going home and taking off the damn shoes, but then you saw the sign on the elevator. Out of order, it read. The two of you had forgotten they were working on them over the weekend. 

Clark snickered and you groaned at the sight of it since it meant that the two of you would not have to walk up seven flights of stairs. You stood in the stairwell, looking up at the number of stairs you had to climb, trying to mentally prepare yourself to look like a fool. Then, Clark wrapped one arm so it was under your butt and the other around your back. And that’s how you ended up being carried up the stairs. 

“I could have done this myself, you know,” You said to Clark, leaning your head on top of his. 

He chuckled. “I’m not sure that’s true. How many times did I catch you again?”

“Faulty shoes, Mr. Kent.”

“I said that when I stepped on my date’s feet at my sophomore homecoming,” He said. 

Your laugh echoed through the stairwell, and it surprised you how loud it was so you finished it off in Clark’s black, fluffy hair. He giggled at the sensation of your breath against his head, holding you tighter. 

“It looks like your faulty shoes are falling off.”

You could feel them slipping off your feet as you kicked around, trying to keep your foot at an angle so they would stay on. Clark took his hand off your back to take them off and they slid off with ease as he slowly did one foot at a time, looking up at you as he did. You tried not to smile or blush, but by the look on Clark’s face, you knew you had. 

“Thank you,” You whispered as you fixed his glasses on his face. He quickly caught the palm of your hand to kiss as you did, mumbling you’re welcome as he tried to catch it again. For the rest of the travel up to your floor, it was quiet, but you feel Clark’s hand experimentally squeeze your thigh and hip, making you giggle into the top of his head. 

When you reached your floor, you had expected for him to put you down, but he didn’t. Instead, Clark carried you to your apartment door and unlocked it before bringing you inside where he didn’t let you out of his grip.

“You can put me down, Sunshine,” You said, wiggling around a bit. “I promise you I clean the floors.”

Clark smiled up at you. “Am I not allowed to carry you around?”

“Well,” You thought. It was kind of nice being taken care of, but it was kind of weird. “Okay, no--”

“Good, I would hate turning into a bad boy,” He grinned. “My mother would be very disappointed.”

You rolled your eyes as he carried you to the bedroom where he gently threw you onto the bed. Your laughter and Clark’s tangled in the air as he climbed on top of you so that your bodies could be together, too. He held you close, placing kisses on the space between your shoulder and neck as he curled more into you. 

“I could stay here all night,” He mumbled, kicking off his shoes and pulling the covers over the top of you. 

You cooed, “Then stay.”

You could feel the smile on your neck and it caused one to grow on your face. “Okay.”

Yeah, you hated those fucking shoes, but, fuck, now you loved them, too.

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[cainware]

Bruce Wayne doesn't realize how deep the rabbit hole of mental illness goes. He ignores it, more often than not, and somehow ends up surprised when he finds himself on the cusp of burnout or, worse still, with blood pounding in his ears and fire in his veins at the smallest sound. So, it's not that he doesn't realize it; Bruce is just terrible at working with his mental health instead of against it.

Clark Kent is a man familiar with how the moon pulls the tides in Bruce's mind. Of course, the moon being the outside world, and the tide being Bruce's stability. Clark had to explain that once to young Dick Grayson, that he was quite aware of what metaphors were, yes, though he appreciated Dick ensuring he understood. ("No problem, uncle Clark! B had to explain them to me!" The small little eight year old had said, beaming at him with crooked teeth as he stood swamped in that yellow cape.)

Bruce doesn't ask for help. He's a man accustomed to handling his own problems, even at the detriment to those who care about him. But one thing he's not able to handle is when Alfred let's Clark into the cave (absolutely traitorous as it may be), and Bruce finds himself confronted with the man of steel standing at his side, radiating the same warmth as a summer day but carrying the soft scent of peaches and ozone that makes it damn near impossible to ignore him.

"You're doing it again, Bruce." Clark says calmly, eyes peering down at the man practically curled in on himself in the chair before the batcomputer. Bruce has seen better days, clearly, as the bags under his eyes are darker than ever and he flinches when the computer beeps too loudly. Clark purses his lips, resting his hands on his hips as he stares down at the blob of black Kevlar that is his boyfriend.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bruce replies dryly, eyes half-closed against the brightness of the computer before him. He only turns away when he feels hands on his person, a brief moment of fight or flight activating in his brain until he realizes it’s simply Clark. Strong arms lift him up effortlessly, and Bruce is left curled up in a bridal carry as Clark steps away from the computer, moving straight towards the suit storage.

“Don’t play dumb, you know what I mean. You’re pretty terrible at taking care of yourself, especially the longer you’ve been putting it off.” Clark warns, fixing Bruce with a pout before Bruce purses his lips and sighs. “It’s not going to kill you to take a break when you need it, you know. Even I have to take a break now and then.”

“Fine.” Bruce says flatly, allowing himself to be sat on his feet before he begins the slow, exhausting process of peeling the Batsuit off his body. Clark helps, assisting with pulling off the gauntlets and boots when Bruce struggles. Bruce lacks the energy to argue, simply allowing himself to be stripped down to the thin undershirt and boxers he manages to fit underneath the tight, form-fitted suit. 

“Now c’mon, Alfred told me to take you to the bathroom so you can wash the dirt and... whatever that is,” Clark said, gesturing towards the dark, gritty black cream beneath Bruce’s eyes, “off your face. You look like you could use a hot bath, anyway.”

“Hm.” Bruce replied, taking a single step before he found himself wrapped back up in Clark’s grasp, pouting at he looked at the man for a long moment. “Am I not allowed to walk, Clark?”

“Nope.” Clark answered, smiling widely as if that was more than enough of an answer. As it were, it was plenty, as Bruce settled down almost immediately. Whether Bruce was too overwhelmed or tired to fight it, Clark didn’t care. He had been given a task by Alfred that felt like a personal mission at this point, and he wasn’t above carrying his long-time partner from one end of the earth to the other.

And anyway, what was it Kon had told him a while back when he’d had to fight to let Robin carry him in a similar fashion? “A win is a win,” or something like that.

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[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 27

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes and tights but fangs and might.

Richard pov

Clark went to the chair and I beckon him to come back and let me continue the massage. He denied me again and I stayed there and watched him painfully sitting on the chair.

We are going against Thalia and he is in this much pain. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. "Clark I will leave you here for awhile and I will show you something just wait ok." He looked at me wincing and nodded his head yes.

I set out into the castle my father and I used to practice alchemy. The chambers at the very top of the castle are where I could find some solutions to the problem.

Poison dagger.

It would help us in this fight I never thought I would ever use this type of poison. Thalia is the one person that has pushed me to that point of using it.

I reached the chambers and went in I grabbed a few herbs and found the lotion that my father mixed up years ago this poison can never expire.

I found a large pouch on the table all I need is a dagger. I walk out of the room and I have never been in my mother's quarters really only in the past when I was young and still mourning her.

I walked the old hall and found her room I opened the heavy door to her room. I walk in and go through her things desperately. I remember her carrying a dagger with her a long time ago.

It is a glamorous looking thing with jewels and it would work great for this fight. I want Clark to wield the dagger I have to warn him how poisonous the lotion and the combined herbs are together and not letting it on his skin.

It's a very wicked poison and not to be taken lightly. I found the dagger in the draw it's a forgotten item like her jewels like her memory like her is all forgotten, A forgotten princess in a forgotten land I needed to stop and leave this place because now is not the time for dark thoughts.

I quickly leave the quarters and go to where Clark is. A few moments later I reached the room and found Clark sitting on the bed. "Clark I will show a spell please watch me." Clark went silent but watched me and I explained the herbs and now to explain the poison. "This poison is lethal do not put this on your skin I don't even know what to call this lotion but it is not good and we will use it on Thalia." I explained.

"God do you have a potion for my spine."

"If we have time I will be able to loosen the pain with a potion."

I started to pour the lotion on the dagger and sprinkle the herbs on the dagger, I put the dagger in its metal sheath it made a clink sound as it went into its metal keeper.

I handed it over to Clark on the bed. "Make sure the blow is fatal if anything." Clark came out of his misery of pain and is very surprised. "I'm not a warrior I was never good at fighting or anything physical in my life I could barely run." I laughed at his little episode I am a vampire trapped in a human body forgetting the trivial worries of mortal empathy when it comes to these types of evil beings they deserve no mercy if Thalia had a choice in this matter she would mount Clark's head by the front gate of the village and destroy me a long the way.

"Clark we don't have a lot of time here. Don't chicken out now take this dagger it belongs to my mother she would have loved for you to have it." I told him he took the weapon from me nervously. "I know we don't have a lot of time to waste..... do you trust your grandfather." Clark asked placing the dagger up his sleeve.

"No I don't trust my grandfather but in this situation I trust him Thalia came back for round two I wanna make sure we win this fight." I told him. He fidget around in his black slik pj's he didn't change his clothes.

"Let's get you changed."

"No I want to face her like this."

I didn't fight him I didn't want to at this point this afternoon we would face her. "I feel we need to do this soon Richard." I nodded and sat beside him on the bed. "We will meet her soon." I was a little rusty on magic but it didn't mean I never used it and the few times I used magic it gained to help me in my need.

I didn't know any prayers and if I did know it would have to do something to use against Thalia, At this point anything will do against Thalia.

A knock on the door and grandfather voice is heard from the outside of the room. "That's us." I got up Clark limped beside me I opened the door. "I need Clark to play injured." Grandfather said.

"He's already injured." I said.

"Oh well good let's go." The two guards took Clark on either side of him and we walked the long halls the main hall past the corridors that led us to a garden bolted shut because of the cold.

"You boys know that where we are going the whole court will be there." Grandfather said as poofs of cold air as he breathed in and out when talked. "It does not matter who is there. Is there an escape plan for us if anything goes south." Clark asked my grandfather who looked amused. "If you destroy the bitch you've escaped." I sighed grandfather never was an aloof fool like he really led us to believe he was.

As we got closer to Thalia I could feel something inside of me wanting to come out. Maybe the spell Thalia put on us is starting to falter I am hoping that's what's going on with me.

"Play injured keep your head down." Grandfather said as we got to the door we hadn't entered yet I could feel I was leaving and being pulled.

"Not yet." Clark said. God that was so strange he didn't sound like Clark he sounded more confident.

"Let us in your highness." Clark demanded.

Before the door opened I asked Clark. "Are you ready." I needed to make sure.

"Thalia isn't."

End of act 27 next is act 28

Thank you for reading

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[calliopewayne]

Too Many Tears

7:05. Smallville is five minutes late. No matter. If my instincts are right . . . and I’m usually never wrong . . . Clark Kent is probably saving a horde of orphans from a burning building. From day one a small part of me always suspected Clark Kent and Superman are one and the same. Though I never could prove it before. He comes on with that big, innocent farm boy routine, but I can see right through that faster than a speeding bullet. Clark Kent is the worst liar in the cosmos. How many times is he gonna use the excuse ‘I forgot to return a DVD to Blockbuster,’ when he flees to go save the day? Pathetic. 

That kiss sealed his fate. No man can kiss like Clark Kent, and trust me I’ve kissed a fair amount of super frogs before I met him. It took one kiss from the Man of Steel and I knew in my bones, that my boyfriend was masquerading as a vigilante in his spare time. I think of Superman going missing after Nightfall nearly struck Earth, and my blood runs cold. 

It’s okay. Nightfall is in the past. Clark is no longer the walking poster boy for amnesia; he is back to full strength, or at least I think he is. Flying headlong into an asteroid the size of a small planet, had to have done some long-lasting damage. But he’s Superman! The Nightfall incident happened weeks ago. If there was any damage to be worried about, surely we would have seen some signs by now?  Then again, kryptonite is about as predictable as a hangover and twice as deadly. There is no telling what sort of effect a planet-size of kryptonite . . .  

Cut it out, Lois. You’re supposed to be angry with him, not a worried mother hen. He lied to you. Plain and simple. A loud ding beeps in the apartment and for a heartbeat, I think Clark is here. But then I realize it’s the timer on the oven letting me know the chocolate chip cookies are ready. He better have a good excuse for keeping me on the sidelines. I do not bake for just anybody. 

I take the cookies out of the oven and set them on the counter. I scan the clock by the microwave again. It reads 7:15. Maybe he ran into Intergang goons with Apocalypse tech. They did quite a number on Superman last year; he was missing from work for a week after they shot him with guns from Apokolips as hot as his heat vision. I won’t be surprised if they left permanent scars on the Man of Steel. Or worse, he completely forgot about our date and is spending the night with Wonder Woman. The idea is so preposterous I laugh. Clark is no cheater. 

I busily start to rearrange the living room. I shove the mini sofa towards the spherical window that has a great view of the city below. You can see all the way to the Daily Planet from here. It is the perfect spot to cuddle up together and confess I know his secret. 

Finally, there is a tentative knock at the door.  I can’t get to the door fast enough. Before I open I do a quick survey of my outfit. Sparkly Superman dress. Check. Subtle makeup that would make Diana of Themyscira look like a middle schooler. Check. I rethink the Superman dress and dive into my closet to change into a sensible violet dress that Clark has liked on numerous occasions. In my haste to change, I knock over the lamp by my bed and it crashes to the floor. 

“Lois?” Clark's voice echoes through the closed door. “Is everything alright?” 

“One second Smallville!” I call into the next room loudly, but even if I whisper I am dead positive he can hear me. He could hear me call out for him even if I’m across the world in Timbuktu. He’s fifteen minutes late, he can stand to wait five more minutes. I can see him in my mind’s eye as clear as day leaning against the door, twiddling his thumbs impatiently, those azure eyes burning a hole into my door. He sure could burn a hole in my door if he felt like it. 

Once I am certain I am presentable I open the door and immediately chastise myself for being overdressed. Clark Kent stands on my doorstep wearing a pair of loose torn jeans and a Daily Planet sweatshirt. His messy black hair a total rat’s nest. Horn-rimmed glasses sit askew on his face as if he just ran into a wall and forgot to fix them. Sunken eyes peek through the glasses and I stifle a gasp. Doubt creeps into my mind. His eyes are so swollen and red he looks like he fought a horde of bees and lost.     

He gives me a once-over. “I thought we were staying in tonight?” His bushy eyebrows quirk together in confusion. “Not that I’m complaining Lo, you look good enough to eat,” His cheeks turn crimson, in that adorable way they do every time he is embarrassed. “Not that I would eat you,” he quickly adds turning as red as an apple. “I’m not a psycho carnivore.” 

Great. My fancy dress has tipped him off this is no ordinary date night, and he’s freaking out now. “Tell that to the endless amount of cows you’ve devoured,” I joke, trying to diffuse the tension that has sprung up between us. An impenetrable steel wall as strong as Superman grows ever stronger between us. 

My joke does the trick, and my Superman smiles cheekily. “What can I say?” he shrugs. “Hamburgers are food for the soul.” He remains standing awkwardly in the doorway, and I realize with a pang I’ve scared the poor man. 

“Are you going to stand there all day?” my voice comes out sharper than I meant it to. “Fly right into my humble abode,” Superman hangs unspoken between us. His face twitches with unease but he doesn’t comment on my word choice and makes himself at home on the couch. 

I wander back to the kitchenette and set the chocolate chip cookies - his favorite - on a silver platter. Sweat trickles down my neck. I can feel his gaze following my every move, trying to figure out what is different about tonight. 

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” he compliments, ever the gentleman. “Much roomier.” I pour two glasses of wine, taking my good time, knowing what is coming next. He knows me way too well. Sometimes it's a curse to date your best friend. Double trouble when he’s a flying alien in red and blue that can see through your clothes. 

Alien. 

What does that mean for us? Would we even be compatible together? I am as human as they come. He’s a god from another planet. Scratch that. I’ve seen that god drool in his sleep and speak fluent  elvish on Tolkien night. If Kal-El of Krypton were a god, he would be the god of dorks. 

Would we even be able to start a family? Not that, having children is a deal-breaker for me, I would be a terrible mother. But I know Clark has his mind set on being a father someday. What if we are compatible after all and I’m left alone with super triplets? Super triplets that fly like Peter Pan. 

 “Lois, are you mad at me?” he asks after a long pause. I stroll back into the den, and blindly hand him a plate of cookies, not able to see anything in my head except mini Supermen flying around the house causing mayhem and utter havoc, while the man of the house is off saving the world, leaving little old me alone with the terrible terrors. Clark fingers one of the cookies eyeing it doubtfully, “These aren’t poisoned are they?” 

“Have a little faith Clark,” I smack him in the midsection. He flinches like any normal person would when hit. But now I know he’s faking. “I am not Poison Ivy.” 

“No, you’re a lot scarier than her,” he points out. His gaze drifts towards the window, and his expression grows distant and unfocused as if he’s looking all the way to Gotham. I half expect him to come up with another lame excuse and dash out on me. Yeah, sorry C.K., Batman is not gonna save you from me tonight. He takes a tentative bite of one of the cookies, and his face scrunches up with disgust. 

“You hate them,” I say bluntly. To his credit, Clark swallows the whole cookie down without a fuss, but his face turns green, the color draining from his pale cheeks. Clark looks like he wants to throw up, but is too afraid of my reaction. “Just say it, Clark, I’m the worst cook in the galaxy!” How could anyone mess up chocolate chip cookies? I followed the ingredients to a T, or at least I thought I had. 

He looks up at me and smiles. “I didn’t fall in love with you because of your cooking Lois,” he laughs. “But in the future maybe double-check your measuring spoons,” he licks bits of melted chocolate off his fingers, and my heart soars. “I think you put too much baking soda in the mix.” 

I slip onto the couch next to him, and he wraps a reassuring arm around me. “Maybe I should just leave the cooking to you, Smallville.” 

“It can’t hurt to learn a few dishes,” Clark grins at me. “I’m a swell teacher,” he accentuates each word with a trail of kisses down my neck. I tense up. I can’t unsee the super big S stuck between us. Every touch is a reminder of his betrayal. Every kiss, a reminder he never trusted me. We’re supposed to be partners. Partners have each other’s backs. But he doesn’t have the balls to open up his oh-so-kissable, big mouth and tell me the truth. I am not dumb. Give me a little credit Clark. I can’t believe Perry hasn’t caught on yet, or maybe he has and is turning a blind eye.    

I jump off the couch. “I know you’re Superman!” I blurt out. 

To his credit, he doesn’t so much as blink. I suppose working closely with Batman has taught him a thing or two about poker faces. And then suddenly he lets out maniacal laughter that makes me wonder if the Joker gassed him. 

Clark finally stops laughing and leans over, resting both arms on his knees. “Lois, you’re hysterical when you’re drunk.” 

Anger boils in my veins. He knows as well as I, that I don’t get drunk. Us Lane girls know how to hold down our liquor, unlike a certain playboy I am not gonna name. “The gig is up Smallville. You can’t lie to me any longer.” 

“I never lied,” Clark’s face grows red. Funny. Rumor has it that it is virtually impossible for Superman to blush, but they don’t know him as I do. I glare at him. He rolls his eyes in response. “This is getting old,” he grunts, his face coloring with irritation. “Remember the time you jumped into Niagara Falls to prove I was Superman?” 

“How can I forget?” I snap. He made me look like a deranged idiot. I don’t know how he managed it, but he saved me without so much as a blur. But, I’m never wrong. 

“And who saved you?” 

My mouth forms a thin line, the words dragged out of my throat. “You did.” 

“Hmm,” Clark nods, smirking in amusement. “And was I wearing spandex or flaunting primary colors?” 

My shoulders grow tense. Clark has never been shy about his hate for Superman’s corny, outlandish outfit. His exact words were, ‘what kind of grown-ass man flies around wearing red spandex over tights?’ It was all part of his charm. Part of this facade he insists on keeping up. The spandex is a bold and smart choice. No one would be looking too closely at his face in that getup, that’s for sure.  

“Goddamnit Smallville!” I cry out. “How stupid do you think I am?” I roar. “You don’t need the suit to be super. You’re not Shazam!”  His freaking mother already confirmed my suspicions. She has brains as well as balls, unlike a certain son of hers. The alien with a small brain has a death wish. If he doesn’t fess up soon he’s going to see exactly how vengeful Stiletto can be. 

I take a deep breath to cool my nerves. 

Clark’s face smolders with anger. “I am sick of you comparing him to me.”

“Who? Shazam?” I play dumb. “I hear he’s at least honest with his lady friends.” 

“No. alien,” he says in a low whisper, rife with tension. “You will never be satisfied with an ordinary man.” 

How dare he. “I am not some obsessed bimbo pulling at your cape,” I seethe. “I loved you before you decided to scar the world with your fashion massacre.” I watch his face carefully for any sign of resentment, a flush of embarrassment. Something. Anything!  He remains stone-cold and distant. There’s a tautness to his shoulders that tells me he’s fighting an urge to dash and cover. 

And then the corner of his mouth quirks up, tentative at first, and then brightens. I dare to hope he’s finally going to pull his grown-up pants on. “Lois do you not realize how ridiculous this is?” He raises his voice unnecessarily. “If I were Superman I won’t live in a dump in Suicide Slums,” he explains. “I won’t have to worry about human things like paying taxes or eating. Superman doesn’t eat.” 

“We both know that’s a lie you tell the press to make you seem more exotic.” I press my lips together. “You’re the biggest foodie in the galaxy!” 

Clark laughs. “Yeah I am,” he agrees. “But have you ever seen Superman eat?”

I want to scream ‘YES’ a million times over. Superman scarfs down entire pies and galleons of ice cream in one sitting. He always knows the best place to get Chinese food and its not anywhereon this continent. He gets moody if he doesn’t eat breakfast. 

But no. I see the trap Clark has carefully laid out. I can’t answer that question without making up tall tales. I personally have never seen Superman eat so much as a cookie. He’s too busy flying around the world to stop for snacks.  

“You’re impossible!” I growl. 

“Look whose talking,” Clark matches my tone. “I’m not the one mixing up my boyfriend with an alien.”  

There’s that word again. It keeps creeping up on me. Alien. Freak. Monster. Abomination. All words Clark has used to describe Superman in the past. I brushed his cynicism under the rug and chocked it up to classic, bruised male ego. But it’s more than that. Clark can’t admit he’s Superman because that would mean he’s admitting to being an immigrant from the stars. In his mind the ‘alien’ card is one way ticket to Lonesomeville. He wants nothing more than for things to stay normal between us.  

  Rao, help me. I wish I didn’t know him so well.  

I roll my eyes and grit my teeth. I imagined this night playing out differently. Once the truth was out he was supposed to wrap me in his strong extraterrestrial arms and confess his undying love to me. We could have finally flown together with no secrets between us. He could have shown me his favorite restaurant in China that he always gets take out from. The night would have ended at his Fortress, the only thing keeping the cold away his steaming flesh against me.  

But that won’t be my Clark. At least not in this universe. Clark was afraid of change and above all, rejection from those close to him. Rejection from strangers on the streets, that no doubt he knew by first name, even if they won’t bother to see the man beneath the caricature. But I’m not just anybody. How can he not see what a miracle he is? I don’t care about his alien visa. But something tells me, even if I spell it out for the idiot, he’d  keep me at arm’s length.  

“Can Superman do this?” He strolls into the kitchenette at an achingly normal pace and returns with a carving knife. I bite back a comment about Mr. X-Ray Vision  knowing exactly where to find my collection of knives. 

Clark raises the knife up. Too late I realize his intentions. “No!”  I dash forward. With no hesitation he slashes the blade across his arm. Blood pulses through the wound, turning his sleeve crimson. 

“Shit,” I gasp, dashing to the kitchenette and grabbing a towl. I silently start to recite the alphabet in my head. A stands for amnesia. D. Death. E. Extraterrestrial. M stands for Mook. K. Kryptonite. S. Smallville. My racing heart starts to subside around letter ‘W.’ Wreck. I suck in a ragged breath. Nightfall irrevocably wrecked Clark. 

 “You have a fucking death wish!” I swear, pressing the course fabric against the wound. 

His hot blood soaks through the towl and drenches my fingers. Red and thick like a human’s. I swallow and blink a few times, the tears lodging in my throat. I refuse to let him see me cry. I should slap Clark or let him bleed to death. The fight is slapped out of me at the sight of his blood. It’s a reminder that Superman, despite appearances, isn’t truly invulnerable. But this is all my doing. I might as well have been the one holding the knife. I pushed him before he was ready. Martha warned me to be patient with him. He will tell me on his own terms when he was good and ready. But ‘patient’ and Lois Lane do not mix well together. 

“Tod you ‘m not Zuper-mun,” he slurs his words, gaze growing unfocused and dejected.  ‘I’m not sure I’ll ever be Superman again’ his gaze all but screams. A stranger stares back at me. The absence of hope is a foreign look on Clark. The Clark I knew would never harm himself. He valued all life. Except his own apparently. 

To my utter horror, my eyes grow hot, tears welling in my eyes quicker than I can blink them away. “I’m sorry,” I choke out. “There was no need for such drastic measures.” I pry the words out of my scratchy throat, folding the crimson towel to a clean side. Clark grimaces as a press harder on the wound. The blood flow has trickled to a stop. I scrounge around the bottom drawer of the side table and pull out the first aid kit I keep there for emergencies. 

“Superman is dead,” Clark says in a small, faint whisper, but I still hear him. My chest tightens at the hopelessness in his voice. I suppose from his perspective Superman is dead. He’s nobody without his powers. 

Superman is sitting right next to me but he’s too far gone to fight his worst enemy: Himself. Silently I dress the wound, rubbing alcohol on the tender flesh and wrapping gauze around it. “Superman isn’t a hero because of his powers,” I point out. “Superman is an ideal to strive for,” I comb a loose curl out of his face. “He has the heart of a hero. Even without powers, he’s a beacon of hope,” I smile.  He’s the friend that lifts you out of the darkness when you’re alone and scared.” With each word I utter Clark’s face grows greener. “He’s a voice for the oppressed and always does the right thing, even when it’s difficult.”  

“I wish I could be that man for you,” Clark says dejectedly. 

“You already are.” I cling onto Clark, relishing in the feeling of his sturdy, very real, beating heart against my chest. I wipe at my eyes, but new tears tumble down my cheeks before I can wipe the old ones away. 

Clark cups my face and forces me to meet his eyes. Gently with the back of his thumb, he brushes a stray tear out of my face. “You’re my hero, Lois Lane.”

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[siremasterlawrence]

Multiverse Of Master Lawrence : Part 2

Part 1

As Wyatt Halliwell I enjoyed a night of messy debauchery in the style of a wickedly evil royal coronation.

The music is boisterously loud with a entire orchestra at my command made the list of my favorite musicians.

Live singers I have love to hear all my life on the radio with no judgements of who I listen to.

The stares, jeers, hurtful words vanish to a a

most welcome silence upon my entrance.

They all kneel at my feet in reverence to my great power to which they must obey only me.

I sit down on my throne watching the festival in my honor begin with the down laid on my head.

Cole and Leo stand one on each side with a glare of darkness thrust upon them they are my body guards.

Last night they begged to me in my royal harem but I need them to stay on task for now anyway.

They bock in jealous rage when a whitish lite blue fiery orb appears on each hand so I throw both.

They erupt finally blowing in to smoke with two guys bowing to me in unison.

I command Cole and Leo to join them as they are in my harem much to my delight of course.

A third zooms in right at my feet taking my hand in his he kisses it slowly.

Once he lands on his feet I can see it is him Dean Winchester from another universe.

He smirks in a leather jacket, fiery red sword in his hand and a mighty hand.

I can’t stand the sight of the world looking on so I send them away.

Climbing upstairs next to him is The Steve Rogers yes The Captain America.

In all his glory Captain America springs in to action in just a white tee and jeans.

He smells full of sweat it covers his body I can see from his clothes are drenched in it.

He leans in kissing me slowly enjoying every last minute of it.

What shocks me more is Clark Kent yes AKA the Man of Steel.

The Superman stand up as the holy power of air flows under his feet and he ascends.

He flew to the top of the staircase with lust and love in his eyes.

“I give you world my lord.” He replies.

Part 2

Chris has no idea I had a surprise for him at all, it is say thank you for the loyalty.

He would wake up to three great guys at his feet.

He yawns waking up to see the man of his dreams propped on the bed.

Their neighbor Dan is hot in a tee shirt and some jeans.

“Ooh Master Chris”

“What the fuck?”

“Language sir”

“Neighbor Dan”

“Yes Master”

“Sir?”

“What?”

“Fuck me?”

“Get over here”

The Black knight from the Eternals pops up out of the closet.

Sword in hand held tightly as he kneels to his feet.

“At your service”

“Why are you here?”

“Master Wyatt willed us to you”

“Did he?”

“I am lucky”

“Don’t push it”

“He gave us a warning”

“If we do anything against his will”

“He will smite us”

“Lovely”

“Let’s not have that”

“We must help you get ready”

“For what”

“His royal coronation”

“He does not like to be kept waiting”

“Let’s not mess it up”

“He will smite me”

“Yes sire”

“Hurry up”

“Hey Master”

“Thor?”

“I was the main gift”

“You took to long though”

“So he sent me instead”

The end