#i like clark a lot he's such a puppy

[thebibliosphere]

I feel like Bruce Wayne projects the kind of amiable playboy 'fun' vibe that he'd be the type of celebrity that certain interviewers feel comfortable surprising with puppies.

You know the kind of shows I mean.

The late-night talk show situations where they're making benign small talk with their smiling guest, and there's a segment where animals get brought out, usually to talk about some sort of ecological relief effort.

So you're watching your trash TV talk show late at night, and you get to watch billionaire pretty boy Bruce Wayne be begrudgingly talked into holding a (relatively) harmless creature which inevitably gets a lot of delighted shrieks from the audience as it starts being a lot more active than the handler promised. And to his credit, Bruce doesn't flinch, he doesn't freak out. But his eyes are a little wide, and his voice a little tight as the smile on his face takes on a slight rictus quality before he's inevitably rescued by an apologetic handler who is also laughing because they all know there was no real danger, it was just funny to put Bruce, who is an undeniable good sport and already laughing along, out of his comfort zone for the sake of charity.

Meanwhile, up in the Justice League headquarters, several founding members of the League are wondering how fast they can get a fake Oscar award shipped to the space station because fuck off. Absolutely fuck off, Bruce. Where the fuck did he study? Juilliard? (Probably.)

(Clark ends up going to a novelty store during the commercial break. It's faster than trying to get anything shipped, even with the infrastructure Bats built for them. He finds it several days later taped to his console in a conspicuously empty briefing room. It's gaudy and awful, the words "Best Actor" engraved on the plaque. No one's around to see him smile. No one comments when it vanishes. Everyone thinks it's been yeeted out an airlock. Dick absolutely comments when it shows up in the manor, stashed in one of the trophy cases that sprung up for all the bat kids' school awards. Bruce has no idea how it got there. Must have been Alfred. (It was not.))

Anyway, consider, for your amusement, Bruce Wayne getting highjacked on The Gotham Toight Show with a handful of wriggling puppies and, for a split second, not having to pretend he's delighted to be there.

#batman #bruce wayne #batman shitpost #batmuppet

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Two Hearts, One Home

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summary: ben hears something when he holds you close

pairing: soldier boy x female supe!reader

rating: R for language, sexual themes (?)

word count: 2.4k

warnings: pregnancy, language, spoilers for the office | mentions of/alludes to - vought torturing supe’s, sex, birth control, infertility issues and abortion

timeline: set in an au a few years after season three; this soldier boy has changed a lot personality wise, he’s a much better person then he was in season three.

author’s note: inspired by this clark kent fic by the lovely @burreaux-drys <3

another note: thinking of doing a part two because i really love how this turned out! let me know if you would like another part, cause i definitely left this fic very open ended :) there’s a part two now :)

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The smell of freshly cooked bacon slowly brought Ben out of his peaceful sleep as he rolled over to pull you closer to him. His eyes flew open when he realized you weren’t sleeping next to him, but he calmed down after a moment of assuring himself you’d never just walk out on this relationship. He put on his sweatpants from the day before and left your shared bedroom.

“Is that my t-shirt?” He smiled as he walked into the kitchen.

“I figured if I was making breakfast and bringing it to you, you wouldn’t need this shirt yet,” you replied, smirking. He walked up to you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before taking a seat at the table a few feet behind you.

“Smells delicious sweetheart,” he yawned. “But isn’t it my turn to make us breakfast? You cooked dinner last night.”

“I woke up before you and couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.” You turned around and watched as he yawned again. “God, you’re exhausted!” You walked over to him and ran your fingers through his hair as he rested his forehead on your abdomen. “Did you not fall asleep when I did?”

“Shh!” he exclaimed suddenly. He put his hands on your waist as he turned his head and pressed his ear against you.

“Ben-”

“Shut your beautiful mouth for just two seconds.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, slightly insulted.

“Sorry,” he replied quickly as he turned his head to look at you. You were met with his trademark puppy-dog-pout that always made your heart melt. “Please shut your beautiful mouth?” You rolled your eyes a little but nodded nonetheless. You knew he meant well.

He put his ear back against your abdomen then straightened up and put his ear to your chest. He went back and forth between the two a couple times without saying anything.

“Okay,” you suddenly said, getting a little freaked out. “Seriously Ben, what the hell?”

“You’re pregnant.” He looked up at you again with a huge smile. “Baby you- you’re pregnant!”

“Uh, no I’m not? And that’s not funny Ben,” you scoffed as you backed away before turning to face the stove.

“I’m not kidding! I can hear our baby’s heartbeat!” he exclaimed as he stood up.

“That’s my heartbeat, Ben,” you replied flatly. “If it sounds weird it’s just because I’m a Supe.”

“Honey, I've listened to your heartbeat every night for almost three years now, I know what it sounds like. Just like I know that right now, there are two hearts beating inside you.”

“You’re adorable.” You shook your head. You reached to take a sip of your coffee but he stopped you.

“Wait…” He narrowed his eyes. “You can’t have caffeine when you’re pregnant.”

“And where the hell did you learn that?” You raised a brow. There was no way this man had read a pregnancy book ever in his life, and you doubted he learned that in school a hundred years ago.

“When Pam was pregnant on The Office, Angela said she shouldn’t even drink out of a cup that used to have regular coffee,” he replied, a smile returning to his face.

“God I love how much you love that show.” You smiled. “But I’m not pregnant, Ben and I’m really tired. Can you please let me drink my coffee?”

He shook his head, “Sorry, you’re carrying my child now. Our child. No caffeine for you, honey.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you grumbled, flipping the pancakes you’d been working on.

“I’ll finish breakfast, you sit down,” he said. He gently pulled you away from the stove before you sat down.

“Ben, this is ridiculous! I can still cook!” He ignored your protests by continuing your work in the kitchen.

The pancakes and bacon were soon finished and Ben put some on a plate for you before doing the same for himself and taking a seat at the table with you. You focused on your food as you tried to ignore Ben just staring at you. Chin resting on his knuckles, a huge smile plastered on his face, as green eyes watched your every move.

“Ben,” you sighed before looking at him. “I’m not pregnant! Would you stop acting like I’m some miracle and just eat your damn food?”

“But this is a miracle!” he protested. “I don’t think you realize how huge this is!”

“Alright, that’s it! After we eat, we’re going to the store and buying a pregnancy test. We need to run some errands anyway, we’re nearly out of food. Not to mention we’re down to next to nothing for alcohol, which is absolutely unacceptable.”

Ben knitted his brows for a moment, as if in thought, before saying, “You can’t have alcohol while you're pregnant either, right?” You jutted your jaw out in annoyance and looked at him. “Also Office; Jim and Pam’s wedding.”

**

You really should’ve opted to go to the store alone, not that Ben would’ve happily agreed, but anything was better than this. He’d been “protecting” you from quite literally everything and it was starting to drive you nuts. He wouldn’t let you drive, he insisted on pushing the cart, and when you went to reach for something that was even slightly above eye level he pulled your hand away and got it for you.

“You shouldn’t be walking down this aisle, sweetheart!” he exclaimed when you turned to enter your favorite section of Walmart. “Does this smell really not affect the baby?”

“Ben, I can be near alcohol without putting ‘the baby’ in any sort of danger,” you replied, using air quotes because you still didn’t believe you were pregnant.

He pulled you to a stop before you could actually enter the aisle. He looked into your eyes with his concern filled ones and kept his gentle grip on your upper arm.

“Promise me right now that this aisle will have no effect on the baby if you are pregnant,” he said.

“Ben, why the hell would closed liquor bottles have any effect on me or the baby?”

“The very intense smell?” he replied.

“Oh, your Supe smell! That makes more sense. Yeah, I can’t smell the alcohol unless it’s actually open, Ben. If I am pregnant, our baby won’t be affected.”

He nodded as he let go before you walked down the aisle, picking out a few drinks you liked and a few Ben liked. He followed you around the store pushing the cart, lightly scolding you every time you reached above your head or for something that looked slightly heavy.

“Oh you two are an adorable couple!” An elderly woman exclaimed, seeing Ben reaching to grab something for you.

“Thank you!” You smiled sweetly.

“How long have you two been together?” she asked. “You remind me so much of my granddaughter and her husband!”

“We’ve been dating for a little over two years now,” you replied. “How old is your granddaughter?”

“She’s pregnant!” Ben informed the woman, who then smiled widely. Before she could congratulate the two of you, Ben exclaimed; “We weren’t even trying or anything, but I got her pregnant! My super sperm just whoosh! Right through the birth control!” Your eyes widened.

“Oh god! I’m sorry!” you called out as the woman hurried away seeming horrified.

You turned to Ben, a shit-eating smile on his face. He was practically glowing with pride.

“What?” he asked, noticing your very unamused look.

“One, why did you feel the need to traumatize that poor lady? And two, I am not pregnant!”

“One, sex is a part of life, she’s not traumatized. And two, stop saying that! How can you be so positive that you aren’t pregnant?”

“Because there’s just no way Ben,” you sighed. He stayed looking at you, a confused look washing over his features. “After all the experiments with Vought, there’s just no way I can be pregnant, Ben.” His smile faded as a sad one found it’s way to you. “I’m sorry.”

“Well…maybe I really do have super sperm?” he suggested, slightly smiling again.

“Ben I’m being serious.” You shook your head a little. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Okay, I won’t,” he lied. He bent down and kissed you sweetly. “Let’s go get you that pregnancy test though, because if you really aren’t pregnant then I’m afraid you might have two hearts.”

“I love you,” you laughed a little.

“I love you too,” he replied.

When you reached the pregnancy test section, unfortunately the most trusted brand was ‘too high up on the shelf’ so, of course, Ben grabbed it.

“Uh, could you grab two?” you asked after he tossed one into the cart. Ben furrowed his brows a little. “These tests aren’t always accurate, if we want to be sure we should get two.”

“Wait, these tests aren’t accurate?”

“Not always,” You shrugged a little.

“Then we need way more than two!” he exclaimed. He proceeded to grab about ten-or-so more, tossing them all into the cart.

“Yeah that’s a little overkill,” you laughed. “We need three at most.”

“We’re both Supes, we need as many positive pregnancy tests as possible!”

“Okay, well now this cart makes us look like we’re boycotting Trojan. Besides, I can't pee ten times today!”

“You can take some today, some tomorrow; just drink lots of water!”

“Or we could just do the normal thing and I could see a doctor?”

“Hun…you know we can’t,” Ben sighed. He walked around the cart so he could hold you, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you to lean on his chest. He rested his head on yours as he continued very quietly, “If you are pregnant you…you’re a Supe pregnant with another Supe’s baby, that’s not something they’ll just let slide. Who knows what those monsters might do if they find out.”

“Right,” you breathed. “Fine, I’ll take a ridiculous amount of pregnancy tests.”

“Thank you!” He grinned.

**

“Alright,” you said as you held up the first unused pregnancy test, about to head into the bathroom, “here goes nothing.”

“Honey, wait.” Ben stopped you. “Do…Do you want to be pregnant?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged a little. You weren’t sure, really. You’d always assumed you couldn’t have kids so you hadn’t given it much thought.

“You don’t have to take the test,” he said, brows knitted with concern. “We- We can just pretend I never heard the heartbeat and maybe it’ll just…go away.”

“Ben-”

“I want to have kids with you. I really, really fucking do! But I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything! If you don’t want this baby, just…just say the word.”

“Ben, I want kids with you too.” You smiled, taking his hand in your empty one. “I really do! There’s just no way anything down there is working like it should! I mean if Vought didn’t fuck me up, being exposed to your radiation for so long definitely did.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, his expression growing even more sad. “But…I’m clean now, I- I mean the radiation’s all gone?”

“I know, and I’m not blaming you for one second Ben, it’s all Vought,” you replied quickly. “However, if by some miracle I am pregnant I’ll be fucking thrilled! I just don’t want you to be disappointed; you seem really excited about this and I’m worried about what’s gonna happen when I walk back out and this test is negative.”

“If it turns out you really aren’t pregnant, nothing’s gonna change between us! I mean, I’ll definitely get my hearing checked out and maybe you should get your heart looked at, but after that we’ll go back to bacon, burgers, and booze!”

You let out a laugh. God, you loved the man standing in front of you.

“Okay.” You smiled.

“I love you,” he said before kissing you. “Now get in there and pee!”

“I love you!” you exclaimed before walking into the bathroom.

**

Three hours and five pregnancy tests later (yes, definitely overkill, but you both wanted to be sure), you stood with Ben in the bathroom and stared at the results sitting on the counter. One negative, four positives. And yet, there was still a part of you that wouldn’t let yourself believe it was true.

You heard Ben laughing a little so you looked at him through the mirror.

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed. “You’re pregnant!” You smiled as you watched tears of joy begin to fall down his face. “You- Fuck! We’re gonna have a baby!?” He took your face in his hands and kissed you before quite literally falling to his knees.

“Ben?” you asked, a little concerned.

“I love you so fucking much!” he looked up at you. He sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your abdomen against his face. “Hello little guy!” He mumbled against you.

“Or girl!” you corrected. “Or non-binary person!”

“I was using ‘guy’ as an umbrella term,” he replied, not moving, your heart swelling with pride. “That’s why I didn’t say ‘boy’.”

“I love you,” you laughed a little.

“Hear that little one? Your mommy loves me!” He still spoke to your stomach.

You couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face at this point, you were so happy to see him this excited. You felt the fear you had about this pregnancy, albeit temporarily, wash away and be replaced with pure joy.

**

Ben was staring at the computer getting more and more frustrated with himself with each passing second.

“God-fuckin’-damnit!” he mumbled, putting his face in his hands.

“Ben? What’s wrong?”

“I thought you were asleep?” He looked up at you, suddenly very worried. “Are you okay? Is it something with the baby?” You let out a soft laugh as you placed a kiss on the crown of his head.

“I’m fine Ben,” you mumbled into his hair. “Why’re you still up? I thought you were coming to bed after your shower?”

“Well, while I was in the shower I realized I know absolutely nothing about how to take care of you or a baby so I figured I should order some books but I can’t navigate this fucking website!”

“Can I help?” you asked, taking a seat on his lap after he nodded. “What books were you thinking? Any specific ones? Or just pregnancy books in general?”

“Just books in general,” he replied. He snaked his arms around you, gently securing your back against his chest.

“You know…I really should see a doctor soon to be sure our baby’s okay,” you said as you searched through Amazon’s selection of books.

“I know,” he sighed. “Is it alright if I ask Hughie to find a trustworthy doctor that won’t rat us out?”

“That’d be perfect, Ben.”

Part 2

#the boys #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy fluff #the boys tv #the boys fanfic #the boys fluff #by jean #by mind empty just fictional people #mind empty’s two hearts one home

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

Some Dick Grayson headcanon

I did some headcanon based in canon stuff and also random things, this is more around the batkids and Dick . Please respect

All batkids lie to Batman, ALL.OF.THEM and Dick is the one who lie to Batman and the others Robins (he is the oldest child guys, he will use his power for evil for fun)

He worries about Jason a lot and Dick will be happy in listen if Jason needs to talk

He also worries about Damian but for a different reason, and he still has Damian's adoption papers stored in his house (he mentions about wanting to adopt Damian in Nightwing 11)

Dick bond with Tim is pretty strong

He's Clark's favorite Robin and he knows it (Clark can deny it all he wants, but everyone knows it's Dick)

He accepted very well the fact that Damian changed the color of his uniform and turned the R into Redemption (he forgot to tell the boy what Robin was, but now Dick doesn't think it's right for a grown man to throw his moral responsibility onto a child then he is pretty ok with it )

Dick hates very single Bruce's former romantic partners, especially Khoa (Ghostmaker)

When Dick is tired of his siblings shit, he just needs to shout out "Superman" and less than 20min one of them will show up and pick up his brothers

Is Tim doing something potentially dangerous to himself? Here comes Kon carrying Tim like a sack of potatoes in one arm and Bart in another. Is Steph doing something also potentially dangerous to herself? Kara is on her way. Is Damian missing (again)? just one yell is enough and Jon will be landing on the ground while carrying Damian in his arms like a bride

There is this time that Dick ask Krypto (yep, the dog) to pick up the Robin, Dick's smile got bigger and bigger as the dog approached carrying Robin the mouth as if the boy were a puppy. After that, Damian never went two months without giving news about himself to Dick

Dick and Alfred always get the best gifts in the whole house

Dick is the best at reading people, this is not just a matter of body language, but actually understanding the situation and the person themselves. The more time this boy spends with someone, the better he will be able to understand them to the point of seeing transparency even in Bruce's actions

When he was little, during his circus days, he dreamed of being the ringmaster. Nowadays he is so good at reading the room and pulling strings for his own gain that he basically has made his dreams come true

He taught each of his brothers a different circus trick

Everyone blames Bruce for Damian's addiction to adopting pets, the truth is that Bruce just gave the dog, Dick allow Damian keep the cow and Dick encourages the adoption of his little brother's animals just to annoy Bruce and for everyone to blame Bruce even more

If you ask Batman who is the wost Robin, Bruce will say without hesitation that it's Dick and no one will believe in Bruce

Robin!Dick was a very energetic child, he made a lot of jokes and came from the circus and Bruce was a first-time father, so Dick was able to escape from Bruce and the mansion easily

Nowadays the only Robin who can escape Bruce's obsessive surveillance is Damian (who is a fucking ninja)

"You like the boy as if he were your son because he is a menace like you" - Jason Todd

No one believes in Bruce and Jason when they talk how difficult Dick was in the past (Babs, Kor'i, Wally and Roy can proof but they're in Dick side)

Dick knows many languages, but he really dedicated himself to learning Chinese after Cass was added to the family

The same applies for Arabic

He is actually pretty ok in hide on body if one of his siblings ask

knowing many languages can sometimes become a problem, he may forget a word in English and only remember it in a second or third language

"What is the name of that white liquid that can be ingested?"

and some hours later "MILK! The word was MILK!!!"

Dick always tries to spend quality time with all his siblings and checks in on them regularly (Cass and Damian are the most difficult since they don't use social media much)

Dick and Babs currently knows about Jason fanfiction account, they also reads the fics and leaves comments (Jason will never know it)

He also knows about Damian's fanart account, but will never tell the boy that (if you think Bruce and Tim are terrible you've definitely never read anything about Dick Grayson and its show)

His relationship with Bruce is complicated, to the point that they only interact after Damian's arrival. Dick still tries to understand Bruce, but he keeps the bar low

Never touch him without permission

He became a police officer to try to combat corruption, he gave up the profession due to corruptio, and as being Nightwing allows him to attack the corrupt he will be the hero to keep punch corrupt in their face (I really don't get why in hell he becomes a cop)

Jim Gordon hates him

Dick might get exhausted from all the work, vigilantism, his siblings, and Bruce's weekly batshit, and when that happens he just lays on the floor while Haley the dog plays around him (and sometimes one of his siblings join them, usually Cass or Damian)

"Richard what do you want for Christmas?" - Damian asked one time and Dick in full low maintenance mood "A break"

that Christmas Damian gave Dick a brick, apparently the boy confused the words and didn't understand why Dick started laughing when he received the gift, but Damian was very happy to know that his older brother loved the gift to the point of laughing until his belly hurt

and now every time Dick get exhausted he just sit with Haley the Dog and look at the brick and start laugh (yep, he keeps the brick)

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

#dick grayson #dc comics #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #idk if this is good enough i have so many thoughts about this boy i'll need more time and space

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for an anon behind the cut; mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees. ( chrono || non-chrono )

But why the fuck is Alfred calling him– 

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Wayne, your local self thought it might be for the best not to come in-person! You wanted to avoid a fuss. I mean–he wanted to avoid a fuss,” Rita says brightly, looking sheepish, and Kon remembers, very abruptly, everything she’d said about Gotham tabloids and also the fact that she’d “recognized” him after he’d scooped up a traumatized kid who was calling him “Dad” and then, uh–well, flirted with her. And also literally every single story he has ever heard about Clark and Bruce successfully passing for each other, in costume and out. 

Well . . . shit. 

Well, that definitely means the local Bruce Wayne is out Batman-ing his way through the current interdimensional crisis. But also, what the fuck has Kon just gotten them into? Jon seems to just be rolling with it, thank fuck, but there's no way Alfred Pennyworth actually believes he's a version of Bruce Wayne. 

. . . does he? 

No, no, he definitely doesn't. Interdimensional bullshit aside, it’s Alfred. He's just a really good liar and a trained actor with a flawless poker face. Alfred lies better than Tim lies, for fuck's sake, which is goddamn saying something. So Kon might end up a little mortified later when he's admitting he got mistaken for an alternate version of Gotham’s number one airheaded himbo DILF Brucie Wayne by an aid worker, but . . . 

Well. He doesn't even know who he'd be admitting that to, at this point. 

He doesn't know if he'll ever . . . 

“The car is just down the block, sir,” Alfred says, and Kon tells himself he can do this. He always does, doesn’t he? He can handle his own shit and he'll take care of Jon and go meet the local Batman, apparently, and then embarrass himself explaining how this happened to him, and maybe . . . maybe the local Tim will be there. 

It won't be his Tim, but right now he just really wants to see his face, one way or the other. He's not gonna be picky about which “Tim” he's actually seeing. 

“Cool,” he says, trying not to sound too screamingly not-Gotham. He seriously doubts he manages it, though. He’s no good at the voice-mimicking trick Clark does and even if he was, it wouldn’t exactly be subtle to start doing it now. 

He and Jon say goodbye to the kids, who make a lot of very kid-like disappointed noises, and Kon suggests another game for them to distract themselves with–one that won’t require a technical adult running it–and then Rita’s got some paperwork for him and Alfred to both fill out and sign, and a couple other aid workers rubber-stamp them through, and absolutely no one asks to see his ID or even for a second doubts that he’s a version of Bruce Wayne. Except–hopefully–Alfred, anyway. 

Kon seriously cannot tell for fuck either way, the man might as well be a promethium wall. At this point he’s just counting on Alfred’s weird all-knowingness bailing him out here. Worst case scenario is explaining himself, obviously, but if he doesn’t exist here . . . 

Well, “Lex Luthor made me” is probably not a great start, with most Batmans. Especially after going to see said Batman under what is, technically, false pretenses. Like–obviously Alfred wouldn’t have come out in the middle of an interdimensional emergency for Conner Kent; he showed up here expecting a younger version of his boss. 

Probably would’ve come for Jon, he guesses, if only as a favor to the local Clark, since the guy’s presumably distracted figuring out how many dangerous strangers are currently in their reality with the Justice League, but still. 

Then again, for all Kon knows, the local Luthor is dead or irrelevant or a selflessly benevolent saint who feeds orphan puppies on the weekend, so who the fuck knows. 

Kon cannot actually imagine Luthor ever even existing in the same room as a puppy without it knowing well enough to piss on his fancy leather shoes, but look, alternate realities include the word “alternate” in them for a reason. Like, the word “alternate” is very much the operative word there. 

If nothing else, the local puppies might just be stupid. 

Kon’s not really a dog person, personally. Krypto doesn’t count, on account of being an alien and therefore not an actual dog. The first Krypto he knew was an actual dog, though, and they just did not vibe whatsoever.

He and Alfred sign the last couple papers. Kon fakes Bruce Wayne’s signature because he’s spent enough time in Wayne Manor to know the difference between that and his autograph, and thanks fuck that the eidetic memory finally kicked in last year. Seriously, it is such bullshit it took that long for him to get it, considering Clark and Luthor both have one. 

Alfred doesn’t actually react to the signature, but Kon does notice him noticing it. 

Probably what he’s noticing is that it’s not the same signature that his Bruce Wayne used in his early twenties, because there’s no way that hasn’t changed in twenty-odd years. 

Rita smiles at them and sees them all off happily with some reference numbers and exchanged contact information, and they don’t say anything on the way to the car. Kon keeps carrying Jon, which maybe isn’t normal human behavior, especially for someone who’s supposed to be passing for a ditzy socialite who allegedly only has vanity muscles as opposed to actually functional ones, but Kon kind of doesn’t care about that right now. Like, not even slightly does Kon care about that right now. 

Alfred leads them to a shiny black towncar and opens the door for them, and Kon gives him a nod of thanks and bundles Jon into the thing. Jon sniffles once, and kinda of clings to him a little. Kon figures it’s fair. He was never “ten” himself, obviously, but it seems like a rough age to put up with this kind of bullshit during. Like–definitely it does. 

“You’re good, kid,” he swears, less because it’s a promise and more because it’s something he’s gonna make happen, squeezing the kid’s shoulder the way Clark always does when he’s doing the reassuring thing. “I’ve got you. I’m with you. Okay?” 

“Okay,” Jon says, sniffling again and scrubbing an arm across his eyes. “Um. Sorry.” 

“Don’t sweat it, Jonno,” Kon says, and Jon’s face crumples for a moment before he visibly steels himself and nods. Kon squeezes his shoulder again, then gets into his own seat and buckles himself in more out of the habit of trying to pass for human while in civvies than to actually, like, need to be buckled in. TTK kind of cancels out the risk of getting tossed around a car in an accident, and he’s invulnerable on top of that, plus the super-speed, so . . . yeah. Definitely car accidents are not a concern. 

He really wants to help this kid. He wants to at least get him to the local Clark, if nothing else. Like–if they all get stuck here, or there’s nowhere else for them to go . . . 

Well, it’d take a pretty different Clark than the one he’s used to not to want to take in any version of Jon, so as long as this reality actually has a Clark . . . 

Well, Kon’s probably not gonna be watching the kid long, in that case.

#anonymous #wip: mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

[flowersandbigteeth]

Meeting your Changeling BF: Part 5

General Plot: You are on your way to Leotolas when you get a surprise visitor.

Word Count: 4k

Changeling (Clark) x f flower nymph reader

TW: Yandere behavior, Murder, light mind control, mentions of domestic violence

Find other parts here

The next day Clark informed you you’d only made it halfway to your destination. The two of you stopped at an inn to spend the night. It was small and quaint with a plump orc that cooked the meals. 

You were happy to stretch your legs. The bite Clark had given you was on its way to healing and you hardly felt it. 

"Back again, I see. And this time with a little wife," the orc said, sweetly to Clark, glancing at you as he set down a plate. 

"You've been here before?" you asked him and he smiled. 

"Yes, I studied in  Leotolas. That's where the school is," he said. "I always intended to come back with-." 

He paused and looked down, his eyes dead before he drew up another smile for you. 

"No matter what I'd planned," he laughed. "You'll love it." 

"He's not lying!" the orc laughed, winking. "Leotolas is lovely. The diamond, they call it. Better rest up. There's lots to see!" 

Clark tipped his head at him, the mood light. 

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," you said as nature was calling and the orc pointed to a small hallway. 

"Don't dawdle," Clark said over his shoulder before returning to his conversation with the friendly orc. 

Making your way to the bathroom, you did your business and had your hand on the door when it opened in front of you. 

"Neia!" you gasped at the orc you'd met in the village. "What are you doing here?" 

She shouldered her way into the bathroom. 

"Looking for you!" she barked. "You need to come back to the village!" 

You narrowed your eyes at her. 

"Why?" you snapped. "I know you miss your friend, but I don't know you." 

Her eyes widened. 

"You don't know him!" she said. "He's dangerous and a liar!" 

"I'm so tired of hearing that!" You snarled. "He's not bad just because he's a changeling!" 

"He's bad because he's kidnapped you," she said. "He took you from your world and trapped you here and you're following him around like a puppy." 

"He did not!" You argued. "(Y/N) did that herself. She was unhappy and I can see why. Where were you when that monster I met was beating her? Who needs friends like you?" 

"What?" she gasped. "Harri would never lay a hand on her. He loves her. He loves you!" 

"Well she obviously didn't love him," you hissed. "and neither do I. Leave us alone. Mourn your friend and move on. I am not her and I don't owe you my time or affection." 

There was a knock on the door and your heart skipped at the voice you heard. 

"What's taking so long?" Harri asked. 

Neia winced and the frightening man stuffed himself into the small bathroom with the two of you. 

"How could you?" you hissed at Neia. "Did you think I'd come with you back to that horrible village? Clark told me how you tormented him! You're terrible people!" 

Harri frowned at you, his blue eyes large and hurt. 

"Did he tell you why (Y/N) chose me?" he asked. "or did he conveniently skip that story?" 

"(Y/N) was troubled," you barked back, mimicking Clark’s words. 

"Because he played with her emotions," he snarled. "Clark attacked me. He almost killed me and (Y/N) saw first hand how dangerous he is. Yes, she was stuck to him when she was a baby, but he broke her trust. He lashed out in a fit of jealousy! He wouldn't let her go! He wouldn't let her choose! (Y/N) was loved by the town and he couldn't tolerate it. He wanted her to only love him. Only acknowledge him."  

"I don't care," you said. "Why should I trust the man who tossed me into a stove? Is that your version of love?" 

"But I didn't (Y/N)," he insisted. "I came home and you were gone and I knew Clark had to have something to do with it. I didn't see you until Clark walked you to the carriage. It wasn't me that hurt you, I swear. The man is a changeling. How can you trust him?" 

"You're a liar," you said. "Clark would never hurt me and I'm not coming back with you. I want to live my life not the other woman's! If Clark truly loved her he wouldn't send her to another dimension. Your story doesn't make sense." 

His eyes narrowed and he grimaced. 

"I won't let you!" he growled, grabbing your wrist painfully and jerking it to him. “You belong to me! You chose me, not him!” 

You peered up at him, your spine straight. 

"That!" you said, jerking your finger at him. "That's the real you! You see Neia? Maybe it wasn't Clark who lied to you!" 

"It's more complicated than that," she stammered. 

You turned on her, furious. 

"It's not." you insisted. 

"But, the village needs you," she said. "Our crops will fail! The wells will dry. You must return!"

You felt something bubbling below the surface of your skin. You felt the rage the other nymphs spoke of. They wanted to control you. They wanted to use you. They wanted to sever your connection to your anchor.

"Her eyes,"  Neia gasped, but you heard it very far away. 

Something in your brain was screaming GROW. GROW. GROW. There was a tingle in your scalp and the pretty delicate jasmine in your hair grew thorns. 

These outsiders are a plague, someone said. A woman's voice, light as a butterfly. The outsiders only ruin this world. Purify them. Send them to the land. The soil is thirsty for their blood. Spread the brambles. Spread the old wood. 

"I am the old wood!" you howled to the magic coursing through you. 

The room became a tangle of brambles and thorns. Neia tried to make for the door but it was too late. Harri went for his sword, but the space was too small. Your brambles wrapped his neck, his arms, the thorns giving him a thousand deep cuts and you squeezed. 

"(Y/N)! No this isn't you!" she cried, begging for her life. 

"You. Don't. Know. Me." you said in a voice you'd never heard before. 

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Open the bloody door!" you heard Clark screaming. 

There was a crack and then he was digging through your brambles to get to you. The scent of his blood, brought you to your senses. 

You blinked. The brambles began to recede and your eyes cleared. Harri's lifeless body fell to the floor. 

"Clark?" you whimpered, your eyes filling with tears when you saw the many little cuts on his skin. 

Neia scrambled to her feet, but Clark grabbed her in his claws. 

"If you make this a problem you'll regret it. Go home and tell them Harri ran off," he snarled. "Pray I never see you again!" 

She nodded, taking one last horrified look at Harri before she ran.  

Clark wrapped you in his arms as you sobbed. 

"I didn't mean to…" you gasped. 

"It's okay, my love," he hummed, pressing you into his chest. "You did the right thing." 

"I did?" you whined. He met your eyes with his, warm and cherry red. 

"Yes," he said. "You stood up to him. The other you had no spine. She let him do what he liked with her…but you…you are different. You are better." 

"What do we do with the body?" you asked and he smirked.

With a snap of his finger, Harri's body dissolved in black flame. 

"See? Simple, love," he said. "It's as if he were never here." 

"Except the door," you nodded to the scraps of wood lying in splinters in the hall. 

"A few gold coins and the proprietor will forgive us," he assured you. "Let's return to your dinner. You need to eat." 

He kissed your head and carried you out of the bathroom. 

You were still shaking, but after a few bites of food and a warm smile from Clark, you felt yourself relax. He brushed your cheek with his thumb. 

"You truly are wonderful, (Y/N)," he said. 

Instead of staying the night, he gave the orc a few gold coins as he'd promised and put you back in the carriage. 

"We'll leave the bad memory behind," he said as the carriage carried you into the night. "we won't stop there again. You don't need to see his face in your mind." 

Like an eraser rubbing it away, the memory was gone. You knew what you did. You could call up the thick scent of blood, but there was no image. You couldn't remember what Harri even looked like. It was odd, yes, but it wasn't something you wanted to remember so you let it disappear. 

Instead you laid your head on Clark's lap and let the clopping of horse hooves put you to sleep. 

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"Wake up, my love," Clark said and you lifted your head. "We've arrived." 

You yawned. 

"Did you sleep?" you asked, rubbing your eyes. 

He smiled at you, his irises back to smokey gray. 

"I watched you, sweetling,"  he said. "I can't seem to take my eyes off of you." 

He turned his attention to the city and you caught a glimpse of it for the first time. 

"It is like a diamond!" you gasped. 

"Put on your coat," he said, helping your arms through the sleeves.

You could see your breath in a puff in front of you. The countryside was covered in glistening white snow, but tucked in the center of the hills of powder was a massive faceted dome. It glittered like the ring on your finger. 

"Are we going inside?" you asked eagerly, making Clark laugh. 

"Yes, the city is inside," he said, running a hand over your head. "This is a mage's city. You'll be safe here. Most people aren't allowed except for a few hours to shop. No more surprise visits." 

"Do we have a visa?" you asked.

"I am a trained mage and you are my wife. No doors will be closed to you," he said. 

Clark laughed at the little O your mouth made, in shock. 

"Come," he said, helping you out of the carriage. "Our luggage will be delivered." 

There was a short line of visitors at the guard station.

"You've brought us a little nature spirit," the guard said, smiling at you while he stamped your book. "The goddess's blessing." 

 Clark snorted at his interest, putting his body between the two of you. 

"Welcome to Leotolas," he laughed as you passed through the gate.

The city lay out before you. It was much warmer inside. Flowers bloomed on trellises. People lounged in small parks. 

"Now for your surprise!" Clark said, winking. 

He hurried you down the streets, though you couldn't help gawking. Elaborate fountains spat water and statues moved on their own. The streets were paved with shining white marble. It was like nothing you'd seen before. There was a giant glowing sphere that hovered above it all like a sun. 

"Close your eyes," Clark insisted, placing his hand over them. 

You heard a door open and then your footsteps echoed on wood. 

"This is our home, love," he said, removing his hand. 

"It's beautiful!" you beamed. 

It truly was lovely. It wasn't like the cold stone of Clark's castle in the village. He pulled you through the rooms, naming each one. There were warm wood floors throughout, airy furniture surrounded by lots of pretty potted plants. 

"There's a garden in the back," he said. "I only cleared it out. I thought you might want to work it how you like, but…this is the most important room." 

He tugged you in a small room painted sunny yellow. 

"It's a nursery," you said, running a finger over the cradle for the baby. 

He grinned at you, tipping your face up to his. 

"We don't have to start right away," he said. "But I wanted you to know my intentions. I want to grow our family." 

You giggled. 

"Maybe we'll need another," you joked and he folded himself down to kiss you. He took one hand, putting the other on the small of your back to swing you around in a silent dance. 

"I think this is the happiest day of my life," he sang, twirling you under his arm. "My little sprout is planted where she belongs. Under the golden eye of the mage's sun." 

You heard a knock on the door and Clark frowned. 

"I wasn't expecting any visitors," he grumbled that he had to let you go. 

You followed him to the first floor, peeking curiously around his body. When he opened the door a naga slithered inside. His scales flashed like coins and his long hair looked like spun gold. He wore a white sash across his bare chest. Green eyes peered back around Clark to look at you. 

"Greetings master," Clark said, tightly. "I did not expect your visit so soon. (Y/N) allow me to introduce my teacher, Hassan." 

"Well met nymph," he said, examining you, closely. 

His eyes glowed with some inner magic, the slitted pupils expanding and contracting.

 "Tell me, Clark. How did you tame a spirit of the old wood?" he asked. "Usually they're either dancing naked under the stars or plotting civilizations downfall." 

You didn't particularly like the implication that he "tamed" you. 

"Clark is my husband," you said, lifting your nose. "I am not an animal to be tamed. We are in love." 

Clark's eyes widened at you and his mouth fell open. 

"(Y/N)!" he gasped, his cheeks and the tips of his ears darkening. 

The naga let out a deep chuckle. 

"You will fit right in, little one," he said, glancing at Clark with a smirk. 

Suddenly the world went blurry and there was a deep voice in your head. 

Welcome to our universe, traveler. 

It took you a moment to realize the naga was speaking in your mind.

You know I'm not from here? you asked. 

I can see your aura. It still carries the scent of your home… Any mage can sense this…Though few mages can see you've touched the old wood. You've heard the voice of the whisperer for the first time.  

 The vision of Harri's broken body flashed in front of you. 

You did well to defeat your enemy. 

Are you my enemy? you asked. 

I do not wish to be. Your presence under the mage's golden eye can be a blessing. 

Or? you asked, feeling there was something else. 

Or you can bring our ruin. Clark… plays with dangerous magic he does not truly understand. 

Is that a problem? you questioned.

Clark has had a hard life…and I do wish the two of you happiness. You will find here that things are rarely black and white. Please remember that.

The world suddenly cleared again and the naga looked at Clark. 

"I expect you at the Mage's Chamber in the morning. Since you've returned, you have duties," he said. 

"Of course, master," Clark said, nodding. 

"Good day, nymph. I look forward to speaking again. When you're ready." 

He slithered out the front door and it closed by itself behind him. Clark let out a breath and a dry laugh. 

"Master Hassan seems scary, but he's brilliant," he said. "He's the senior mage. The most powerful and the oldest." 

You frowned after him, puzzled by his words. 

Clark's brow drew, but not for the right reason. 

"Does he bother you? I promise he's harmless…well…he'd never harm you," he said. "Like the nature spirits, we mages like to keep to our own. Outsiders often have bad intentions and would use our skill for misdeeds." 

You shook your head, forcing a smile to your lips. 

"No, he doesn't bother me, but you know I get tired meeting people," you said, taking his hand. "Let's enjoy the day before you have to go to work tomorrow." 

He grinned. 

"Time to look at the garden," he said, tugging you out of the French doors. "If you want anything you can go to the shops while I'm at the Mage's Chamber tomorrow. I've got boatloads of gold for you to spend. You can redecorate the whole house if you wish." 

The two of you wandered into the garden where empty flower beds and planters were scattered around. 

“You know (Y/N),” he murmured and you glanced back at him, seeing the tips of his ears were pink. “I am in love with you, too.” 

You gave him a bright smile and tipped up on your toes to peck his lips. 

That night, you slept next to Clark in your bed for the first time. You ought to have slept soundly, safe under the mage’s dome, but you were plagued with dreams. 

You found yourself in a room, looking at the mirror. 

“Hello,” the woman in the mirror said. “We’re connected you and I.” 

“You’re the other (Y/N), aren’t you?” you gasped. 

She laughed, a tinkling sound. 

“Well met,” she said and peered around you as if she were looking over your shoulder. “Ah…you’re with Clark. He must be pleased.” 

You looked behind you, but there was nothing but black void. 

“Everyone misses you,” you said and she frowned. 

“I’m sure they do,” she sighed. 

“You don’t miss them?” you asked and she looked far away for a moment. 

“That world…is a cruel place,” she murmured. “I quite like yours.” 

“You do?” you asked. “It’s dirty and loud. People are just as cruel.” 

She shrugged. 

“You’re friends are nice,” she said. “Not like mine…and my head…is much quieter here. The whisperer can’t reach me…” 

“So it’s true,” you asked. “You sent yourself there?” 

She gave you a long look, as if she was considering something. 

“It doesn’t matter how I arrived. It only matters that this is where I belong,” she told you, which was utterly confusing. 

“You don’t want to trade back?” you asked. 

“I wouldn’t even if I could,” she said and then she laughed again. “I like movies and driving! Cars are incredible!” 

You frowned at her. 

“I killed your boyfriend,” you said, figuring you ought to tell the truth about that. “How could you be with someone so abusive?” 

Her mouth formed a thin line, but she didn’t cry or yell. 

“Your choices in that world are your own,” she said. “I’ve left that all behind.” 

“How…why are we speaking this way?” you asked and she reached a hand through the glass, touching your cheek. 

“Our aura’s may overlap from time to time,” she said. “I chose to approach you because…maybe I was a bit curious how things were going. Also, I wished to warn you.” 

“About Clark?” you said, a little offended. “I’m tired of hearing-”

She cut you off with a laugh. 

“He’s had a hard life…” she said, thoughtfully. “If he is happy, then I wont interfere. No, I’m warning you of the old wood. The whisperer who will torment you the longer you stay in that world.” 

“Torment me?” you asked. “I don’t understand.” 

She twisted her lip. 

“You couldn’t,” she said. “Nymphs live in the old wood because they are called to be there. Clark…disrupted the way of things when he took me. That event has consequences…but…there have been nymphs in the past that left the old wood and thrived…not many. Just be careful. Don’t let the whisperer pull you away from your purpose.” 

“Who is the whisperer?’ you asked. “A goddess?” 

“It’s hard to describe what she is,” she said. “The closest I can get is that she is the voice of the old wood. She believes we nymphs are her army. The godess created her to grow, but she proved too wild to be allowed to run free. 

For now, and for many centuries that world has hung in a delicate balance. At the edges of the old wood, the outsiders have forged their society. They need growth to build their cities, their villages, their kingdoms. Too far from her influence the land turns to barren desert. The whisperer does not need the outsiders, but they need her. She only wishes to grow and grow until there is nothing but her wilds and her children.” 

“I met some other nymphs who seemed to believe the same,” you explained and she nodded. 

“You may yet meet more,” she said. “Had you enjoyed the freedom of the wild as you grew, you would have felt the same. The whisperer tormented me for refusing to return. For mingling with the outsiders. For helping them cut rocks from the mountains and sow seeds in straight lines.” 

“Does Clark know any of this?” you asked and she shook her head. 

“Clark will not understand. If you tell him he will become obsessed with fixing it for you. He has always been that way. You ought to keep this to yourself if you want to protect him. He can’t tame the old wood, but he is arrogant enough to try…for you.” 

“Then what should I do?” you asked and she gave you a smirk, shrugging. 

“That’s up to you,” she said. “I do not envy you.” 

From far away you heard Clark’s voice. 

“(Y/N), wake up,” he said. 

“It’s time for me to go,” the other (Y/N) hummed. “Good luck to you.” 

“Wait I have more-” you started to say, but the dream dissolved and your eyes opened. 

“You were talking in your sleep,” Clark said and you blinked at him. 

“Um…yes,” you sighed. “I had a dream…about- about- I can’t remember.” 

He narrowed his eyes for a moment and then kissed you on the forehead. 

“Get ready,” he said. “I want to make you breakfast before I have to leave.” 

You gave him a small smile and rolled out of bed, headed for the bathroom. While you brushed your teeth, you considered what the other you had said. You knew the whisperer, the voice in your head that wrapped itself around your fear and anger like a warm blanket. She wanted you to grow and grow until the outsiders were nothing. 

The other you was happy where she was. It seemed to you that she must have sent herself there and didn’t want to admit it. Perhaps she felt guilty for stealing your life from you, sending you to one she obviously disdained. But you were not as happy as she appeared to be in that world. The grind of life had broken you down. You felt distant from your friends and didn’t have the time or energy for love. This felt like a new start and you thought you ought to take it.

#isekai #monster boyfriend #monster boy #changeling #monster x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere fluff #monster fluff #monster lover #monster romance #monster x girl #yandere smut #yandere #female reader #fem reader #x female reader #x reader smut #tw smut #tw: monster fucking

[exhuastedpigeon]

Buddie Hiatus Fic Rec - Month 10 Feb 16 - March 13

Final rec list of the hiatus! Thanks to everyone who followed along while I shared my favourite fics from each month of the hiatus.

ONE MORE SLEEP UNTIL 911 IS BACK!!!

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adventures of firehose and eightpack by brewrosemilk / @gayhoediaz Mature | 1.5k Eddie stumbles upon Buck's old twitter account.

to turn my life around (today is the day) by fallingthorns / @fallingthorns Teen | 2.2k Eddie freezes, hands gripping the steering wheel again. Because Eddie loves him. And Eddie promptly flips the car into reverse and peels out of the parking lot before Buck gets to the truck.

in the meantime by oklahoma / @sunshinediaz Teen | 2.3k bad things happen bingo—intubated

a place where i feel at home by Tizniz / @tizniz Gen | 3.1k Sleepy Buck wants cuddles with his boyfriend.

Suit by DaniWib / @daniwib Mature | 3.6k How Buck and Eddie’s suits get ruined before the Madney wedding.

this lovesick thing by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck Teen | 3.8k buck is buck: best friend, klutz, star of eddie’s every lovesick daydream. which is to say, things are the same, except maybe what eddie’s willing to ask for

arms race by drh0rrible / @betanoiz Teen | 4.9k When Buck makes a change to his wardrobe, Eddie assumes the worst and won't rest until he gets to the bottom of the change.

5k-10k

Two, Three Times in a Row by Leslie_Knope Explicit | 6.2k “We could’ve gone again.” Eddie snorts. “I’m old. You expect me to get it up twice?” “Yes,” Buck says, like it’s a given, like duh. “I could get you to do it right now.”

lay your cards down, down, down by 42hrb Mature | 6.3k Buck and Eddie get drunk at Chim's bachelor party and wake up married.

And when I sleep on your couch I feel very safe by justhockey Not rated | 6.7k five times Buck sleeps on Eddie’s couch, and the first time he sleeps in his bed.

of laughter, loose tongues, and blurry snapshots of last night by brewrosemilk / @gayhoediaz Explicit | 7.2k Buck and Eddie get wasted, wake up hungover, and consult Buck’s camera roll in order to sharpen their blurry memories of what happened in between.

the devil's on the details by MonsterRae1 / @monsterrae1 Mature | 8.6k Eddie accidentally summons a crossroads demon who won't leave him alone until he signs his soul away. It's all tiktoks fault.

Give Us The Grown by fruitsdoesnotknow Teen | 8.6k Buck starts leaving notes for Eddie. Eddie writes notes for Buck right back. They were always going to end up writing their own love story.

Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon / @glorious-spoon Teen | 9.6k the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

10k-20k

For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) by JamesPearce911 / @diazsdimples Gen | 10.6k Buck, Eddie and Christopher go to the zoo to see the baby hippo and Eddie gets all up in his feels about it.

Cooperative Species of the Southern Coastal Husbro by Mad_Lori / @madlori Teen | 11.8k In which Abby Clark attends Buck and Eddie's wedding.

And Life Rushes In by catwalksalone Explicit | 17.4k Eddie runs into Taylor Kelly in a bar and learns a surprising new fact about his best friend.

how this silence of love hurts by bptlmevyemtc Teen | 17.6k it starts when eddie starts leaving daily fun-fact post-it notes on buck's locker. it somehow ends with them kissing.

throw a bone, i’m finally home by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck Explicit | 17.9k home for the holidays is a person, not a place, and a puppy can be for christmas and forever

20k - 30k

Hinged by TazzySnow Mature | 20.3k Eddie and Buck match on a dating app.

The Shadows of Every Spark by devirnis / @devirnis Teen | 22.8k the 118 run a front restaurant for money laundering, and accidentally adopt the Buckley siblings

there ain't no turning back by 42hrb Explicit | 28.3k The Buddie healing road trip

A Family Favor by thea_zara / @theazara Teen | 28.7k Evan Buckley never expected to call in the favor he's owed. He also never expected for it to change his life forever.

30k +

Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars Teen | 46.9k Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Month 1 (May 15 - June 15) Month 2 (June 16 - July 15) Month 3 (July 16 - August 15) Month 4 (August 16 - September 15) Month 5 (September 16 - October 15) Month 6 (October 16 - November 15) Month 7 (November 16 - December 15) Month 8 (December 16 - January 15) Month 9 (January 16 - February 15)

#buddie #rec list #buddie rec list #911 #ONE MORE SLEEP UNTIL 911 IS BACK

[gatorbites-imagines]

The small amount of Conner/ Kon-el x male reader fics is sadden.

You know how Conner is half kryptoniton? Seeing your headcanons for Kryptonition's, what if Conner figures out that he loves the reader's scent and not really knowing why, so timidly starts stealing like a hoodie or two from the reader.

Bonus points: the reader already knows why, because he is responsible for being the historian for the alien cultures on earth.

Conner Kent/Kon-El x male reader

Headcanons

This is my fav Conner gif btw

You are so right about the lack of Kon x male reader content, it saddens me sometimes.

-          I have always had the headcanon that scents and alike are important in kryptonian society, that in ancient times it was used more than speech at times. Like communicating intention, feeling or the likes.

-          Its not used as much in modern time, though scents still play a pretty important part when it comes to finding a likely partner, or just scenting stuff that you own or good friends.

-          Conner isn’t as extremely affected by the likes of scents and wants that a full blooded kryptonian might, but he still is effected by it to some extent, so when he notices your scent makes his chest rumble and makes him feel jittery all over he’s confused at first.

-          He has very little knowledge about kryptonian biology at the time, and it also took him a while to realize no one could actually hear his purring. He later learns its because kryptonians purr as a frequency very few can hear, so he doesn’t have to worry about embarrassing himself.

-          The pull in his chest isn’t as powerful as a full blooded kryptonian, but he is still extremely drawn to you and wants to be around you at all times if he can get away with it.

 -          The first hoodie he steals is an accident, some laundry had been mixed up and your hoodie ended up in his things on accident. Now, he was gonna give it back, but that pull in his chest wanted to keep it.

-          He thought you might not notice a missing hoodie, so he kept it. Kon would go around wearing it in his room or when he was alone, even as your scent faded from the fabric over time, just knowing it was yours made him purr.

-          As time went on, he got a little more bold, stealing more of your laundry or even stealing one of the blankets. He had gotten his hands on the blanket during a sleepover where a lot of your mutual friends, titans and alike had holed up in the living room to watch movies all night.

-          He took your blanket “on accident” and brought it back to his room where he spread it on his bed and rubbed against it like an over excited puppy.

-          Kon might even have started to scent you without noticing, rubbing up against you or hugging you for longer periods of time.

 -          It was when Kon started truly scenting you that you realized what was happening. Clark had allowed you to the fortress of solitude where you learned a lot about kryptonian history and biology.

-          The information had of course been passed on to Kon as well so he could learn about it, but he didn’t seem to notice anything he was doing. Even after you two became official he didn’t notice how he was hoarding all your clothes and blankets.

-          At some point you end up semi moved into Conners room because he already has all your stuff in there. He also uses you two dating as an excuse to be close to you all the time. Expect many cuddle piles and many kisses.

-          Based on his kryptonian urges he will also be bringing you food or other offerings and gifts. You have a shelf for all the trinkets he brings you, there’s a lot of cool rocks on that shelf.

-          Conner would want you to wear his leather jacket, because it looks cute on you but also because he wants you to wear it as a claim or to show you are taken.

-          All in all he’s a sweetie who tries his best, so kudos to you for bagging him as a boyfriend, even though he steals your favorite clothes and hides them under his bed.

#male reader #kryptonian biology #conner kent #kon el #superboy #dc #conner kent headcanon #conner kent x male reader #conner kent imagine #conner kent x reader #kon el imagine #kon el headcanon #kon el x male reader #kon el x reader #superboy imagine #superboy headcanon #superboy x male reader #superboy x reader #dc imagine #dc headcanon #dc x male reader #dc x reader #young justice headcanon #young justice x reader #young justice imagine #young justice x male reader

[theglamorousferal]

The Cryptid of Smallville Ch. 2

I’m impaitent and the second chap of the fic is already up on AO3 so here we go! I’m almost done with chapter 3 so we’ll see if I manage to finish it before the month is out. I’m going to start posting wips and prompt ideas and rambles in the next week.

Here’s chapter 2! Danny makes some new friends (:

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One thing about living in a town where the primary source of income is farming is that you hear a lot of superstitions about what happens in the fields at night. Farmer’s from every generation will tell you not to look into the fields at night. Don’t go runnin’ through the fields at dusk and definitely not after dark. There are things out there that don’t like it when folks poke around. 

This, of course, led to Danny poking around. 

He figured he’s probably scarier than any of the “things” out there and maybe he can find someone spooky to commiserate about death with.

He’s been here around three months now, and the Kent’s finally started taking him out in public more often and so while Martha or Jon or Clark are doing errands, Danny hears things and can’t help but feel fascinated. Are most of these stories just feral dogs or foxes or something out in the fields hunting for the night? Probably. Does that mean he’s not going to bother to go out there? No. 

This leads to Danny’s current predicament. The problem with having someone else with powers in the house is that they usually can tell when someone else is getting up to mischief. This is especially irritating when said other superpowered individual has super hearing and is a stickler for rules. Clark is holding Danny by the ankle right outside of Danny’s second story window, because of course, he also can fly.

“Oh come on Clark! I just want to see if there’s any other people like me out there, and they only come out at night. I swear I won’t complain about homework or going to school again for a week if you let me go!”

Clark just raised an eyebrow, somehow giving the effect of crossing his arms without doing so. Clark may only be twelve, but he also knows to not go out into the fields at night.

Danny goes limp when he realizes his offer isn’t getting him anywhere. He sighs really big and then gets an idea. “If you let me go, I’ll help you with that astronomy assignment for your science class and I’ll teach you all of the constellations?” he offers. Clark seems to debate this for a moment. Danny gives him puppy dog eyes. Clark’s expression softens. 

“Fine, but I’m keeping an ear out and if I hear anything like you being in trouble, I’ll come out there and grab you, got it?” He tried to put on his most serious face. Clark was used to having to be the strict one among his friend group, but he also had a soft spot for Danny. The kid seemed pretty chill all the time and didn’t have an issue with using his powers at all, but also seemed a bit melancholy, staring off into space or turning to say something to someone who wasn’t there. There are names he would mutter in his sleep, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Ellie and of course Mom and Dad. If he thought there might be people from his dimension, why not let him go talk to them.

Danny frantically nodded his head and swiftly righted himself and took off towards the fields. 

Clark sighed, crossed his arms and sat on the roof facing the fields. He may let him go talk to the things, but he’s gonna keep an ear out for the kid that’s getting to be a bit like a younger brother to him.

*****

Danny prowled through the fields invisible and intangible until he heard rustling. Making his way towards the sound, he caught sight of a rabbit with it’s foot caught in twine. He sighed, letting his ghostliness drop as he went to help the poor creature. 

As he knelt down, he gasped out some light blue fog and heard chuckling from right behind him. 

“Don’t you know not to come out at night little boy?” a voice that sounded like the earth rumbling sneered out behind him.

Danny smirked. “Eh, I don’t think I’m your average meal though.” He stood and turned around, looking up at the creature. It appeared to be an emaciated werewolf with glowing red eyes, moss green fur and the exposed skin was deep red and stretched across the bones. “Weird, you reek of death, but also don’t seem to be made entirely of ectoplasm. Maybe you’re existing on something besides just ectoplasm? Let’s see, what’s your normal meal? Is it flesh or just fear?” Danny let his eyes glow as he floated up to be eye level with the creature. “What are you called by the way? Do you even have a name, or are you just called ‘Thing’? I think I’ll call you Jeff, you look like a Jeff.”

The creature froze when his eyes started glowing green and tilted it’s head to the side like a confused dog. “You smell dead child. Are you a new Thing? You obviously aren’t like the meat bags who live around here.”

“Oh, Hi, I’m Danny! I’m half ghost, so I’m half dead. What other Things are out here? Are they all like you, or are there different kinds? I’m assuming different kinds because you implied that I’d just be another one. Do you know any others? Can you take me to them?” Danny got excited and floated up close to the creature’s face.

“Hello Danny, I suppose I could tell you. I have no name, but there are others who have chosen names for themselves. There are banshees, shriekers, the Corn Children, more like me that are various animals, we have no name, but are the combined fear of animals in their dying moments. I survive from flesh and fear, though it can sustain me for ages. I eat when opportunity presents itself. Come child, I shall introduce you to those within the bounds of this place.”

Danny cheered and jumped onto Jeff’s back as they made their way through the fields.

*****

Later, Clark found Danny sitting around the hole he landed in talking to things that are from nightmares. He hovered closer and cleared his throat. The creatures froze and started to fade into the corn.

“Oh hi Clark! See my new friends?” Danny smiled from where he was curled under a creature that looked like a huge zombie dog with horrifically elongated limbs. Next to them was what appeared to be humanoid wrapped in rags with long black hair and a pair of identical pale toddlers holding each other’s hands in matching overalls. Some scaly thing that looked like a lizard turtle with tusks and a mane had vanished into the dirt. 

“Child, I believe it is time for us to go. We will meet you when you wish, just appear here and one of us will find you. Thank you for making your presence known, it was nice to meet an Other. Now you must do as the meat bag children do and rest for you also must stay among them. Farewell child.” With that Jeff stood, nodded to Clark, and disappeared into the corn, the banshee and the children following.

Clark flew down to Danny and picked him up. “So, that was more terrifying than I expected. I thought you were just going to come across some foxes or a stray dog or something. I’m not sure how I feel knowing that the stories are true and there really are Things out here.” Clark moved to hold Danny bridal style as the kid curled into his shoulder and yawned. He flew them back to the house, it was well after midnight by now.

“I like Jeff, and Tony, and Bess, and Tim and Tom. They’re nice and they said they’d keep the fields safe for me.” Danny yawned huge as Clark set him down in his bed. “Don’t worry, they won’t let anyone else bother the Kent farm or your family. They like me.” Danny rolled over and almost immediately started snoring. Clark sighed and tucked Danny in, then made his way to his room, wondering if he could get to sleep after seeing those creatures.

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I know the creatures here are not exactly real cryptids, but I wasn’t sure which ones are okay to use without accidentally hurting people so I kinda made my own! What hijinks do you think Danny will get up no next? Will he drag Clark into it? Who knows! I’m writing this as it comes to me!

Part 1 Part 3

#Danny Phantom #danny is a cryptid #danny fenton #dpxdc #dp x dc #cryptids #superman #clark kent #my writing #good god I'm actually posting stuff and people are reading it oh my god

[heda-in-the-clouds]

Here's a fluffy and cute story about how yoga!Lexa and surfer!Clarke met Fish the puppy. The lovely and amazingly talented @lexa-griffins drew this sketch of Lexa holding Fish for me. She's the absolute best beta I could have asked for

That's not a fish

Lexa dug her toes into the cold sand that morning as the early sunrise gently warmed her skin. She and Clarke were just a couple of days into their two week road trip for the summer.

After their passionate night under the stars, she decided to let Clarke sleep some more that morning. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled last night's events.

The beach parking lot was empty which allowed them to open their van's backdoor and watch the sunset as they made love with each other. They were finally free to moan and scream out their pleasures that were only drowned out by the crashing waves.

Clarke took her from behind as they watched the sunset over the calm horizon. The dying rays of light warmed her skin while Clarke's vigorous thrusts warmed her core. As the waves pounded the beach, Clarke pounded into her. She felt every push and pull of Clarke's strokes like the ocean's tide. The waves crashing into the beach left the sand wet just like how Clarke's thrusts left her wet.

She finally saw a brilliant explosion of color in her eyes as she climaxed. She couldn't tell if it was the plethora of colors from the sunset or her powerful orgasm blinding her. She didn't care as Clarke filled her.

Lexa snapped herself free from her memory when she felt her yoga shorts getting wet. It was too early to be getting those thoughts and she didn't pack nearly enough underwear.

She needed to cool down and focus her thoughts. She pulled out her yoga mat, laid it down on the cool sand, and started her early morning yoga routine. She went through her usual motions and gracefully held and transitioned between her favorite poses.

She got into a downward dog, closed her eyes, and meditated to clear her mind. As she meditated, she suddenly felt something wet licking her face. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of an adorable golden retriever puppy watching her curiously. She couldn't help but smile and gush at her new fluffy companion.

"Bark." The puppy playfully barked when Lexa smiled at him.

"What's your name cutie? I'm Lexa." She cheerfully asked as she continued holding her form.

"Bark bark." The puppy continued barking at his new friend.

"It's so nice to meet you 'Bark bark.' You're just the cutest thing aren't you?" Lexa lovingly blurted out.

The puppy bashfully tilted his head, looked down, and dug his tiny paw into the sand after hearing Lexa's compliment. The puppy then began prancing around hoping Lexa would stop whatever she's doing and play with him. Lexa couldn't help but grin at this fluffy bundle of joy.

The puppy then arched his back and leaned forward as he tried to copy Lexa's pose. She giggled when his floppy ears covered his eyes causing him to roll over onto his back and let out soft whimpers. Lexa quickly got out of downward dog, sat down and reached for him.

"I guess I'm done with yoga for today. It's okay puppy. You're alright. I'm here." Lexa soothed her new companion as she rubbed his belly. He gave her an appreciative bark.

"Yoga isn't for everyone. You should meet Clarke. She's really bad at yoga too." Lexa chuckled when the puppy tilted his head at her as if he could understand her.

Seeing a new place to sit, the puppy waddled over and climbed over her legs. He spun around in a couple of circles before clumsily plopping himself down onto her lap. He nuzzled into her stomach hoping to warm himself up. Lexa just beamed and gushed when the puppy finally settled himself into her lap.

"What are you doing all out here by yourself buddy? Do you belong to anyone?" Lexa asked as she rubbed the puppy's head and scratched his ears.

"Ow ow." The puppy whined which sounded like a 'No' to Lexa's ears. She then checked his collar for any tags but couldn't find any. She knew the beach was empty last night and this morning so she figured he was a stray.

"Well, you're sticking with me now. How do you like that?"

"Awoo" The puppy adorably howled and wagged his tail after hearing the good news. He then climbed onto Lexa's chest and began smothering her face with wet kisses using his tongue. Lexa giggled and laughed as her new friend gave her an early morning bath.

"I guess that's a yes puppy. I just gotta give you a name first. I can't keep calling you puppy."

The puppy then stopped lapping Lexa's face with his tongue and patiently stared at her.

"Mhm, what about Fish? We found you at the beach and my girlfriend is a marine biologist and crazy about them. What do you say Fish?"

"Awooooooo!" The puppy gleefully howled and smothered Lexa with even more kisses.

"Okay Fish. Stop. Let's go and show you off to Clarke." Lexa pleaded as she pulled Fish off her and set him down so she could roll up her yoga mat.

Fish bounced excitedly as he waited for her. Once she was done, she beckoned Fish to follow her up the trail to their van. Fish happily barked as he weaved between her legs during their walk.

As Lexa got closer to their van, she noticed that Clarke was already up. Her feet were hanging over the edge as she probably sipped her morning cocoa. Wanting to surprise her girlfriend, Lexa bent down so she could talk to Fish.

"Okay Fish. Are we ready to meet Clarke? She's so gonna love you. I mean how can she not with your big floppy ears, adorable brown eyes, and warm fluffy fur that's the same color as her hair." Lexa gently patted his head and rubbed behind his ears.

"Bark!"

"Shh! Don't want to ruin the secret just yet." Lexa grinned as she zipped her lips with her finger.

Fish stuck out his tongue which seemed like an 'Ok' to Lexa. She then gestured for him to wait there so he was out of sight. He bobbed his head up and down. Lexa smiled and silently told herself that Fish was already so smart.

Lexa then walked to the back of the van where she saw Clarke drowsily drinking her morning cocoa with her eyes still closed and their blanket wrapped tightly around her.

Sensing Lexa was near, Clarke immediately opened the blanket and her legs.

"Come on babe. It's cold. I need my girlfriend to warm me up." Clarke groggily uttered when she felt the cool ocean breeze penetrate her warm blanket fortress.

Lexa quickly stepped inside and between Clarke's legs. Clarke immediately pulled her in close and wrapped the blanket tight around them. They both leaned into each other and softly kissed. Clarke's hummed at the subtle taste of salt on Lexa's cold lips. Lexa moaned as she tasted the sweet chocolate on Clarke's warm lips.

"Morning love." They both greeted each other once they broke their kiss but still nuzzled their noses together.

"I missed you this morning. In fact, we missed you this morning." Clarke softly whispered to Lexa's ear.

"We?" Lexa furrowed her eyebrows.

Clarke pulled Lexa in closer with her legs and smirked into her neck when Lexa felt her hard against her shorts.

"I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night. Since we fucked in front of the sunset, I wanted to go full circle and fuck you in front of the sunrise." Clarke murmured into Lexa's neck.

"Clarke you dog!" Lexa playfully slapped her girlfriend's chest. She suddenly heard Fish's tiny whimper next to her. He had inadvertently walked up to her after hearing the word dog.

"I'm sorry babe but you looked so peaceful this morning that I didn't want to wake you. It looked like you could use the extra rest." Lexa apologized.

"Besides, we still have plenty of more beaches to visit on our road trip. You have more chances to fuck me in front of a sunrise or sunset." Lexa reassured.

"All is forgiven babe. Now that you're here, what do you say about a morning quickie? I could use one to start the day and get my blood flowing. I felt your shorts and they're already wet." Clarke cheekily grinned as she rubbed Lexa's sides and began dipping her fingers into her yoga shorts.

"Claaarke. Wait, I have to show you something first and promise you won't freak out." Lexa uttered before she gave into Clarke's proposal for a quickie.

"Umm, ok. What is it Lexa?" Clarke inquired as she stopped squeezing her girlfriend's ass and let her go.

"Wait here. You're gonna love this surprise." Lexa then walked to the side of their van and picked up Fish who started licking her hands, eager for attention.

"Ready boy?"

"Bark!"

Lexa walked back to Clarke, cradling Fish in her arms.

"Meet Fish!" Lexa excitedly squealed as she shoved her puppy into Clarke's face.

"That is a dog." Clarke countered with a confused expression.

"Yeah, Fish." Lexa grinned as she began to rock Fish in her arms so his floppy ears began waving around.

"Bark bark bark" Fish happily barked at Clarke.

"You named the puppy Fish?" Clarke asked as she sat perplexed in the van as Lexa danced happily with Fish in front of her.

"Yeah, he's ours. I found him all alone this morning while I was doing yoga. He has no tag and there was no one else on the beach either last night or this morning so he must be a stray. We're adopting him because we can't just leave him all by himself here. He needs a family. Also, I named him Fish well because I found him at the beach and you like fish because you're a marine biologist so I put two and two together and ta-da, I came up with Fish. Look Clarke, he's so fluffy!!!!" Lexa breathlessly spoke before she shoved Fish directly in front of Clarke's face who was still processing in all the new information.

"Ours?" Clarke gulped nervously as four eyes stared longingly at her. Fish's tiny brown eyes watered as he let out an adorable yawn. Lexa's soft green irises begged as she pouted her lips.

"Ok, fine. We can keep Fish." Clarke finally gave in after she was overcome with emotions at how soft and cute Lexa looked holding her fluffy Fish in her arms.

"Awooooo!" Fish happily howled as he wiggled in Lexa's arms.

"Yay!!! Thank you babe! I love you. We love you don't we Fish? Fish say thank you to Clarke." Lexa gleefully squealed.

Suddenly, Clarke felt Fish's wet tongue slobbering all over her face as Lexa laughed hysterically in the background.

"Okay, I think Fish has said enough thank you's to me already babe." Clarke panted out as she tried to avoid Fish's tongue.

"Um Clarke?" Lexa shyly asked after she pulled Fish away from Clarke's now drool covered face.

"Yes love?" Clarke calmly responded as she wiped off Fish's drool from her face using their blanket.

"How do you take care of a dog? I've never had a pet before." Lexa quietly confessed.

Clarke groaned and sighed. This was going to be a long road trip.

#I hope you find this story just as fluffy as Fish is 🥺 #hoping to prove to everyone that I'm not just a glutton for angst or smut but I can actually write something soft and sweet #yoga!lexa #surfer!clarke #fish the dog #yoga!lexa au #clexa #rory's stuff #rory's fluff #rory's fic #my writing #g!p clarke griffin

[peaceofflights]

Being in a Relationship With Wally Clark Would Include:

A/N: Someone asked me for a part two to “Falling in love with Wally Clark” where reader confesses their feelings to Wally. For that, and to understand some of the context I suggest going back and reading “What’s Three Years in the Eyes of Eternity.” which is bookmarked on my page!

Warning: this one delves a bit more into your physical relationship, nothing is too explicit. However, if you don’t like don’t read.

Being in a relationship with Wally Clark would include:

•You expecting things to change a lot, but in reality they don’t. You still do pretty much the same things as before… with some added perks.



•Holding hands everywhere you go. If Wally thought you were a hand holder before, he had no idea. It makes you feel connected to him to hold his hand, even if you’re doing absolutely nothing.

•If you’re in a conversation with other people holding pinkies, that way you aren’t too on top of each other.

• Coming up with the most ridiculous nick names for each other. They start off cute, but eventually just start getting really weird.

“Awe, my honey bear”

“Life is short puddin’ pop.”

“My adorable little doo doo”

“The cutest Sasquatch in town.”

•All of the forehead kisses. It started because your friends wouldn’t stop making gagging noises every time you two kissed. So now every time he has to part from you he leaves a very sweet but overly dramatic kiss to your head.

•He’s kind of the obsessed with you. When you’re across from each other either in the cafeteria, Football Field, or Theater you can often catch him staring at you. I mean he did this before your started dating, but instead of pretending to look away or do something else if you catch him; now he’ll give you a wink that of course leads to a lot of blushing on both ends.

•You’ve taken to calling him your puppy dog, since of course he is! At first it was just to other people but once he accidentally heard it come out of your mouth he couldn’t stop beaming. So from that moment forward he was to referred to as puppy.

•If you don’t call him puppy when your alone he’ll get mad.

“Um excuse me!? Who is Wally? Do we know a Wally? I am your puppy? I’m a good boy.”

It’s absolutely ridiculous, and he’s mostly kidding, but it’s just really adorable.

•The two of you do a lot of the same activities you did before you started dating; trying to find good movies to watch in the library, playing endless games of hide and seek, creating your own secret language. However, there are also some new things you do too…

•Yeah… LOTS of new things.

•It starts out pretty innocent, but after the homecoming dance things moved a little faster than they should have.

• Clothes were removed, hands were found in inappropriate places.

•Which brings you back to today. Neither of you by any means are blushing virgins, your college years were good to you. But you both agree that you have your entire after after life to spend together, you don’t need to spend every moment jumping each other’s bones.

•However, you two definitely aren’t saints and your new found physical relationship is one you love exploring.

• Though sometimes Wally’s age and slight less experience leads to some interesting situations. It doesn’t matter how many times you remind him, it feels like every morning you wake up to find some sort of new bruise highlighted on your skin. Which then leads to the never ending bullying of your friends.

•Look he’s your puppy and adore him, but also it would nice if you could go anywhere without being covered head to neck in hickies.

•Though his smirk when you bring it up you helps you realize it was in fact NOT an accident.

•He brings you gifts to make you smile. Sometimes it’s a poorly painted canvas he made in the art room or him serenading you to your favorite song, but it made you realize that you need to step up you girlfriend skills. Which leads you to finally letting him teach you to play football.

• It’s the first time you really focus and attempt to learn the rules and even if you aren’t very good you’ve never seen him so happy.

#school spirits #school spirits fanfic #school spirits fanfiction #wally clark x reader #wally clark

[nitewrighter]

So I finished both the Reign of the Supermen and Return of Superman compilations, and these were little factoids I thought were neat (a lot of it has likely been retconned out by both the New 52 and DC Rebirth but I think they're neat):

>During the course of his career with the Daily Planet, Clark wrote three books in addition to all his articles.

>Clark's favorite movie is "To Kill a Mockingbird"

>Bibbo Bibbowski rescued his own little white puppy and wanted to name it 'Krypton' but the dog tag engraver only had room for six letters, thus shortening it to 'Krypto.'

>It's implied the first time Lois and Clark ever had sex was "a rainy night in July."

>Superboy literally had no idea he had tactile telekinesis as a power and the first couple times he used it and basically just recognized it as "Touch power that makes technology explode."

(He's a moron. I adore him.)

>Superboy keeps getting leather jackets and keeps fucking destroying them.

>Cyborg Superman is capable of just straight up going Eldritch Tech Abomination (which honestly I wish he could have gone full "THIS ISN'T EVEN MY FINAL FORM!!!" for the last fight but I get why they'd stick with him as Cyborg Superman™)

>Jimmy got Clark into Van Halen.

#superman #reign of the supermen #return of superman #dc #clois

[dairy-farmer]

There's this DamiTim fic called, "That Unwanted Animal". And it's literally so good. Basically They were all a little older when Bruce died. Damian, iirc, was sixteen.

Dami was so horny for Tim. So possessive too. It was delicious. I really want underage or younger Damian grooming older Tim

Imagine Dick finding out about their relationship. Idk if their dynamics would have been the same in this AU since Damian and Dick had gotten closer in canon during his time as Batman. What if Dick thought Tim had groomed their baby brother? Damian would've been offended if it weren't helping him isolate Tim further, making sure that Tim is his all alone.

By the time someone manages to talk sense or prove Dick wrong, he's too late. Tim doesn't trust him anymore. He's even more attached to Damian, always clinging to him, always looking to him on what to do next. Dick screams at Damian that he broke Tim and that he doesn't trust that his obsession would even last since he snuffed out the fire that was Tim's independence and brain. But Damian have already accounted for that. He doesn't really care for Tim's independence. And he won't let his mind dull. After all, they make so much enemies, his mind would be his ultimate weapon against them in the event that Damian can't reach him in time to protect him.

And it's all Dick's fault really. If he only investigated more. If he only hadn't let his emotions get the best of him. His outburst about Tim and Damian's relationship had reached the other vigilantes. His beloved has been shunned and turned away by those blind fools. But they have made their relationship closer and stronger. He'll be sure to thank Dick and send him an invitation to their wedding

-🦆

i just read it!!!!!! it was so good!!!!!!! i love fics where tim's struggle is the idea that HE will be perceived as the aggressor even when he's the victim!!! one of my favorite fics where this happens is this fic by weirdalterego

i think that damian and tim's relationship and dynamic is very unique and different from that other batcest ones because in the age gap- TIM is the one who is older, the adult, the "mature" one which inherently shifts the power dynamic in his favor and in basically every other scenario that would be the case. but because DAMIAN is the younger person he absolutely holds a lot of sway and power as well as the ability to completely flip the power dynamics because of just how much bullheadedness and audacity he has. in their dynamic, damian is often the aggressor with tim. he's the one who attacks, and tries to hurt tim and tim is the one forced to defend or backed into a corner until he fights back. i think that in general their realtionship and one in which damian is pursuing tim is almost so unbelievable it doesn't even register as taboo because people's default assumption will be that TIM was the one doing something wrong, tim was the one grooming damian, taking advantage of damian.

tim being hit with the realization that not only do his friends and family not believe him about what's going on- they think HE'S the predator and not the victim. i truly think that tim, in a delicate and unstable state, would absolutely be rendered emotionally broken by it. and damian who has been trying to make him pliable and obedient would be there to comfort him, stroke his hair, tell him 'there there' while tim trembles like a frightened puppy and sobs while clinging to damian- the only person who cares about him. especially after dick tears into tim, launching horrible accusations that just make tim cry.

even worse is that dick is a venter. he vents to friends and dick has many friends and those friends talk and it's why tim had found no support from the community when he went looking for bruce. bruce and clark and so many leaguers are off-planet. maybe if they weren't they could've stopped dick...told him to think about what he was saying, if he REALLY thought tim was capable of such things. even jason, when he returns to gotham after a long-term undercover op, expresses immediate distrust in dick's conclusion.

jason knows predators, he knows pedophiles, he knows how they work, how they think, how they lay traps, how they lure. predators that prey on kids prey on them because they're young, small, and vulnerable. they rely on their inexperience and the fact that they don't know better or are in shitty home situations so no one is around to protect them. jason stresses to dick that predators and pedophiles follow their dicks and their desires, they're too fucking stupid to actually outsmart anyone or be discreet about what they want. if someone like tim was a predator they would never fucking know it.

but that's not what pushes the realization onto dick. it's kori. while dick is blasting tim's name over a call, kori's smile fades and grows thin lipped and grim. she comes to dick one night. flies to his apartment and asks to talk. she doesn't say that dick's an idiot but she asks what led dick to this conclusion. why he believed all these terrible things about tim. dick shows her the videos, the photos, he tells her what he saw when he walked in on tim riding damian on a rooftop while rain drenched both their bodies.

dick realizes that this hatred festering in his stomach is not something he's ever felt for tim. kori guides him through it. helps him see. how tim's face in the photos is always creased in reluctance, distress, and panic. how damian keeps asking tim, keeps touching him, keeps cornering tim until tim agrees to sex.

dick goes into tim's files and personal messages and sees unkind words and messages, hears how 'red robin' has been blacklisted from other cities outside gotham and, with dawning horror, realizes what he's done.

dick had never really healed from...from that night...on the roof...in the rain with tarantula over him. and then....he'd seen damian.

arching up and moaning trying to keep his cock in tim's cunt as his hips gyrated and slammed down...and all he'd seen was himself...younger and upset and disoriented and begging for it to stop.

dick almost throws up as he stares down at the messages. at the pictures and video.

bruce returns to a devastated dick and horrible accusations being thrown around about tim.

by the time they managed to quell rumors they realize damian and tim haven't been living in the manor for awhile. despite the fact that he always eats his meals at the manor, damian is almost always spending time at tim's apartment. bruce and burst in while tim is burying his face into a couch cushion, damian's fingers tangled in his hair and pulling tim's head up to stare at the laptop playing porn. damian is fucking tim roughly and not stopping even when bruce and dick arrive.

he refuses to stop even when bruce roughly orders him to. dick tries to get close to tim but tim just sniffles and retreats into damian's arms who strokes his back and soothes him while staring at both batman and nightwing with victory in his eyes.

dick blames himself for chasing tim into...into...damian's arms. he doesn't want to think or believe that damian was ever truly capable of such things but...hadn't he had no problem believing them of tim?

dick and bruce are thinking of ways to unfuck dick's massive screw up when...when an invitation comes in the mail. damian has freshly turned 18. which means its legal for him to get married.

which is what is happening. bruce gets stone-faced and is already thinking of how they can put a stop to all of this when more news reaches them.

tim is pregnant.

at least a few months already which is shocking to hear because they hadn't seen evidence of it when they'd last seen tim. but it's true. the pictures of a little blob in tim's womb are in his medical records courtesy of leslie who has known for months about what damian was doing but bound by confidentiality and tim's own close-lipped confessions.

dick stares at the pictures and invitations with numbness flooding his body and can't help but feel like this was all his fault.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #damitim

[burnt-scone]

One of the funniest things to me about SuperBat fics is how they always think Kansas is like the epitome of Southern Hospitality and like idk morality?

It's not even Southern, and like I'm not sure, a single fic writer has met a Kansian.

Clark wouldn't out right hit on someone? He's from Kansas, and Kansians would never.

Kansians fuck, the only place you can hangout apart from parking lots is eachothers garages. What do you think happens?

Clark Kent is so Kansas that he opens the door for everyone.

If you hold the door for a Kansian, they'll look at you like you kicked their puppy and quoted their SSI to them.

He speaks so formally and polite, it's that Kansas nurturing.

If you say, "Yes ma'am/sir/indeed/my liege/etc" the person may cry then ask what foreign land you're from.

Ma Kent and Pa Kent just decided to raise a good person. They taught him his hospitality and manners. Why do you think Clark was bullied? Because no one acts like him, like the way they portray his bullies growing up is honestly the average Kansian.

I know a lot of polite Kansians, believe me. I'm not saying Kansians are evil incarnate, but the majority are not chill.

This state was still segregated in the 80s illegally. I've met many people unhappy that it was finally inforced that they have to share a side walk with people of color. I've heard many a horror story from Black and Indigenous ppl here.

A town near me was founded by the KKK and is actively lived in by White Supremacists and proclaimed run away Nazis.

There are so many white people here who think it's okay to say racial slurs, and there are so many white people that people of color can't safely stand up for themselves.

Kansas isn't the perfect mannered place people writing fics, and even the comics think it is.

Clark Kent/Superman (even though he's an alien from a different world) represents all things good in humanity. I like to think growing up somewhere hates is common and undisciplined, and more often than not, victims are punished for being victims of whatever the case may be, somewhere full of scornful people. Especially when he grew up in the (20s - 80s depending on the comic run), meaning he saw the society at its worst, at its most vile and corrupt, and he still chose good. He chose to be a good and kind person in a world not meant for kind people.

I just find it funny that people always credit Kansas for his manners when we know it was Martha Kent.

#superman #clark kent #kansas #dc comics #dc #dcu #dceu #martha kent #smallville ks #Kansas

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

I want a disgustingly cute JonDami fic but their both still like 8-9 yrs old and Damien is still a grumpy demon child that threatens people with a katana but put him in a social situation where there is NO fighting involved he just becomes a shy, awkward child that constantly clings to Bruce/Batman, occasionally peeking out from behind his father's cape/pants leg and glaring at people. Then he meets Jon who is a goofy, excitable puppy Boi (much like his father) and who's sweet yet sassy nature charms every one around him. And there first meeting is basically like that scene from Bambi where he meets Feline for the first time.

Jon: 🤭He's kind of bashful isn't he dad?

Clark: Well maybe he wouldn't be if you'd say hello

Jon: Hello, Damien 😊

Damien: 😠*retreating further behind his father's cape*😠

Jon: l said hello 🥺🥺🥺

Bruce: Well aren't you going to answer him?

Damien: 😤😤😤😤 *huffs and looks the other way*

Bruce: 😏 You're not afraid, are you?

Damien: 😳*aggressively shakes head*😡😡😡

Bruce: Well then, go ahead *gently pushes Damien forward*

Damien: 😡...😶...😳

Bruce: Go on, say hello

Damien: 😳

Jon: 😊

Damien: .................................👉👈😖Hello

Jon: 🤩💖💞*vibrates in excitement*💝💕🥰

So then like Jon has this little kid crush on Damien and is always teasing him cuz Damien always gets super flustered when ever someone who is NOT his immediate family is even remotely nice to him. And our poor boy Damien has no idea how to handle it, he tried putting up a front with his usually snarky and rude persona but that apparently did nothing to dissuade the youngest superboy. In fact it probably just encouraged Jon to be even more sweet and affectionate.

Jon, every time he sees Damien: *giggling as he gives a tiny wave* Hiii Dami~ 🥰🥰🥰

Damien, without fail: *furiously blushing as he hides behind his father or whichever older sibling is nearby* 😡😡😡

Everyone thinks it's super cute; the batkids tease Damien about it relentlessly, though not too much, as they don't want to dissuade their little brother from making friends. The superkids tease Jon as well but it's a lot less successful since Jon isn't as embarrassed by it. Clark at first had been weary of Damien's abrasive nature clashing with his son's more gentle demeanor but he soon realized that their whole relationship was just him and Bruce in their early days, with a lot more blushing and heart eyes involved. Bruce was just happy that Damien was making friends and despite his son's outward annoyance he was actually enjoying the attention.

Jon: We make a great team, right Dami? 😊

Damien: -tt- You're a distraction at best 😤

Jon: So are you but I still manage to get the job done 😋💕

Damien: S-shut it Kent! 😡

It's like witnessing a grumpy kitten interacting with a happy puppy and trying so hard to pretend that it doesn't enjoy the puppy's company. Like it's just the cutest thing to witness the wholesome relationship growth between the children, weather platonic or romantic, and such a refreshing thing to see in-between the everyday hero grind.

Damien, getting ready to leave on an important mission with Bruce: 🤔*intense focus*💭

Jon, giggling through the coms: Oh Dami~💕

Damien: 😳What do want Kent?😤

Jon, even more giggling: Good luck 🥰🤗😚

Damien, immediately flustered: 😳😵‍💫😖 S-stupid farm boy! Stop playing around when there's still work to be done! 😡😡😡

Like they'll be sitting in at a meeting along side their dads and Jon will (not so) sneakily pass little notes or pieces of candy to Damien across the table. Sometimes Damien is too short to reach so Bruce, without even looking or pausing what he's saying, will carefully slide the offering a little closer so Damien can reach without fussing about how: he didn't need any help. Eventually Damien gets a little braver and meets with Jon under the table, still passing notes so as not to disrupt the meeting and doodling little stories together in Jon's notebook.

They eventually start interacting more outside of hero work especially when it is discovered they go to the same school. (Shut up it's my AU and cannon means nothing to me 😤) Damien takes more advanced courses so they don't have any classes together but they do have the same lunch/recess period. So they sit together during lunch and hang out a recess with Damien always making a big show of being super annoyed about it. It's hard to take him seriously with his face always turning red anytime Jon smiles his way. After school they either go to the park or the corner store to buy snacks while they wait to get picked up, Jon holding Damien's hand as he leads them around cuz:

🥺🥺What if we lose each other in the big crowd, Dami?🥺🥺And we have to be sure to stay safe while crossing the street!🥺🥺It's super dangerous and scary being alone in the city!🥺🥺

Damien, who has seen this boy take on an entire alien army by himself: 😳You're probably right. We are much safer staying together. 👀👉👈

Like I need this okay!!!😤😤😤 I need this to be so fluffy and sweet that my teeth rot out of my mouth 😭❤😭❤️ Idk if I'll write it one day since I'm busy with work but if anybody has any fanfic recommendations like this please comment and tag me 🙏🙏🙏

#damijon #jondami #jon kent #jonathan kent #damian wayne #supersons #batman #superman #superbat #cute #fluff #smitten Damien Wayne #sweet Jon Kent #can be either platonic or romantic

[suzukiblu]

You write a or of (amazing) kon with a baby but this is the first time I’ve seen u write baby Kon and I love it and need it. If u ever decide u want to add a new work to the rotation pls think about a baby Kon one is all I ask. Just a tinsy thought on it pls. Anyways, hope ur feeling better

Thank you! ❤ I DO have a few more baby Kon WIPs kicking around the pipeline, actually, if that's something you're looking for. Or like, little-kid Kon, more accurately, haha.

Clark wakes up alive is a YJ animated WIP where Clark gets isekai'ed back into his younger body before the events of season one and decides to do some things differently about it, and Conner is one of those things.

some kind of fuss is also a YJ animated WIP where the team gets de-aged and Clark has a very awkward time dealing with a Superboy who is now both much tinier and much closer to his actual chronological "age".

interdimensional kidnapping via Robin is a WIP where Tim kidnaps an alternate reality version of Kon that was decanted developmentally earlier than his version was. [ tw: past CSA ]

omega!Clark and hungry!Kon is an omegaverse WIP with a slightly younger Kon and a lot of miscommunication while Clark tries not to stomp on his new pup's boundaries and Kon tries not to be an inconvenience to Superman. [ tw: past child abuse ]

de-aged Kon and the Lane-Kent family is a WIP where Kon gets de-aged under confusing circumstances and Clark decides to take him in for the duration of the spell. And then the spell kind of just . . . keeps not ending, for some reason??

( also semi-relatedly there's Superpupper, which is a WIP where Kon is NOT a baby but everyone thinks he is, on account of him getting turned into an adorable puppy. 😆 )

ETA: OH AND I FORGOT SUPERBOYS SWITCH, which is a Superfam version of Reverse Robins wherein Jon and Kon's ages are switched and Jon finds a weird lil' clone of his dad in a lab.

#anonymous #rintalk #omegaverse

[flowersandbigteeth]

Do the nymphs “hibernate”? Since they’re an extension of nature, do they kinda just get sleepy during the Autumn/Winter when it’s very cold and sleep for most of the time?

It’d be cute to see them all bundled up by a fireplace with lots of fur pelts and heavy blankets.

Especially Clark just nonchalantly tending to his sleepy wife during this time like he’s always had. Bathing her, feeding her, entertaining her, keeping her warm and safe. And you know he’d enjoy every bit of it too.

I never thought of that but it's such a good idea! Clark would look forward to sleepy season when he gets to spoil his darling for months and he pretty much has her exclusively to himself 🥰 He'd definitely remind her all he did for her and how he's the only one she can rely on when the seasons change with puppy dog eyes 🥺

#my asks #sweet anons #sweet asks