#superhero fanfiction

[thatzenithnerd]

A detailed look at the backstories of our two main characters: Jack Shepard and Marsha Holloway. Both pasts are riddled with various tragedy and intersecting factors, complete with coincidence and serendipity. Trigger warning for adult themes, substance use, mental illness, physical abuse, and language.

#zoom #zoom academy for superheroes #jack shepard #marsha holloway #cindy collins #summer jones #tucker williams #dylan west #dr grant #general larraby #area 52 #fanfiction #fanfic #zoom fanfiction #zoom fanfic #superhero fanfiction #backstory #tragedy #writing

[nightwingsbodaciousbootay]

After Hours | DickGrayson x Female Reader

Warning: Smut 18+

Tags: Mirror Sex, Smut, Nsfw, dirty talk, fingering, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex

You and Dick were getting ready for another infamous Wayne gala. Well, you were getting ready… Dick had finished half an hour ago. Instead, he sat on the bed behind you and watched intently as you applied your lipstick, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror. Even though your eyes weren't focused on him you could feel his gaze locked intently on your lips. 

Your eyes flickered to look at him through the mirror, his eyes caught yours as he slowly ran his hand down his face. You felt your face burn, and a familiar feeling began to spread through your body, but especially between your legs. Almost as if he could sense your desire he stood from his spot on the bed. He was standing so close to you that you could feel the ghost of his touch. After a second of silence, he ran his hand down your back slowly where your bright blue dress split because you hadn’t zipped it up yet. He loved when you wore this color when you wore his color. 

You jumped from the contact of his cold hand against your warm skin, goosebumps erupting all over you. And you didn't even need to look to know he had his usual cocky smirk plastered to his face.

“Dick, can you zip up my dress?” You asked, still feeling his hand roaming your bare skin, “Please?”

He slowly pulled the zipper, his eyes lingering on your back, “You know, we still have some time, we could-”

“Hell no Dick, last time we were so late we missed Bruce’s speech”

He sighed but zipped up your dress anyway. However, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Dick never pressed you if you said no, but this time you wanted it just as bad as he did, maybe even more.

While you were in your thoughts, Dick leaned over you to grab something, pressing himself into your ass. You could feel just how hard you made him, just the thought of how much you affected him turned you on even more. When he pulled back he was holding his favorite of your necklaces, a dainty gold necklace, with a small diamond heart at the end, he had bought it for you on your third date. Even though it had been two years since then, the day felt like only yesterday.

You moved your hair to the side so that he could put the necklace on you. You watched him through the mirror as he tried to get the clasp over and over again, the intense focus on the vigilante’s face making you giggle. When he finally got it he took a step back and his eyes dragged over you, finally landing on yours through the mirror.

“Absolutely Perfect.”

You could feel his cold hands slip under your dress, his hands grabbed your thighs and his thumbs began to trace circles into your flesh. You could feel the burning desire for him growing inside of you.

“Dick-”

“I know baby” He attempted to pull back from your thighs but you put your hands on top of his.

“No, Dick I want to” 

He resumed the tracing, as he pressed further into your back and leaned his head on your shoulder.

 “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please” You gasped.

He flipped you around to face him, “Tell me what you want.”

“Dick, I want” The feeling of his hands moving up your thighs to settle on the band of your panties pulled a small gasp from your lips.

“Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Dick I want you, please I need you.”

The second those words left your lips he dropped to his knees, causing the room to shake. And he quickly pulled down your panties to your ankles. The whole time he stared, his eyes never leaving yours.`

With one hand he lifted up your dress and held it against your stomach. The other hand moved up to your dripping cunt, bearly touching you. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, such a slut for me.”

His words caused you to whine and rock your hips into him, “Dick please, stop teasing me”

He smirked before slowly putting one finger inside of you. He moved at a tantalizing pace. Before slowly beginning to rub slow circles on your clit with his thumb. You moaned at his movements, causing him to add another finger. He began to speed up before he brought his mouth to your needy pussy, he slowly licked your clit. His fingers still pumping inside of you. The more you moaned the more he speed up. He let go of your dress and held onto your thigh to brace himself, causing his head to disappear under it. Dick licked your pussy like he was dying of thirst, he was amazing. The most obscene noises filled the room. 

Once you felt your orgasm coming you leaned back against the mirror. 

“Dick I’m cumming don’t stop.”  And he didn't, he kept sucking your clit and pumping his fingers until waves of pleasure came over you. You screamed his name over and over as you came.

When you finished he stoop up. He stared into your eyes as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, right before sucking your cum off of them. When he finished, he slammed his lips to yours. You kissed until you both needed to take a breath.

“You taste so amazing, baby.” Dick said before kissing you again. When he pulled back this time, his eyes were filled with overwhelming desire. “Turn around, face the mirror. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You did as he said turning around to face the mirror again, using it to watch as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock. The two of you had done this so many times before, yet each time you were filled with anticipation and need. 

Dick grabbed your hips and pulled your ass towards him so quickly that you had to rush to put your hands against the wall to stabilize yourself.

“Such a good slut for me, you want to watch yourself as I fuck you?”

You rolled your eyes, Dick was always so chatty. 

Dick slowly pushed his cock inside of you, you watched yourself as you started to moan.

“Oh Dick, please. I need it please.”

That same cocky smirk spread across his face, as he started slowly thrusting inside of you. “God your tight baby, I love this pussy.” 

He was going at a painfully slow pace, never passing up a chance to be a tease.

“Dick faster, go faster”

“Wow, Such a needy slut for me, arent you?” He finally began to pick up the pace until he was pounding into you. He reached his hand around and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb again.  You could feel your cunt stretching to fit his fat cock all the way inside. 

He moaned loudly in your ear before grabbing your hair and lightly tugging, “Fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me. Do you like that? Do you like how I fuck you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes, Dick you’re so big. Don't stop.”

You didn't know who to watch in the mirror, Dick was downright beautiful as he fucked you, his face flushed and his hair tussled. But your own face was flushed and filled with your own pleasure as he thrusted inside of you. It was something you had never seen before.

 Dick wrapped his free arm tightly around your waist and lifted you until you were on your tippy toes. He fucked up into you at an alarming speed, the new angle allowing for him to reach even deeper inside of you. He filled you completely, and you loved it. You squeezed like a vice around him. His thrusts started becoming sloppier, and his moans started to get louder.

Your own moans became louder too, and just as you felt yourself peaking, Dick moaned out “Fuck I’m cumming.” 

The moment you felt his cum shooting inside of you, you came to. You both steamed each other's names, orgasming together. After you both rode out your highs, Dick slowly fucked the last of his cum into your pussy. 

He stayed inside of you completely still, for just a moment before pulling out, and swiftly pulling up your panties. Your pussy still filled with his cum. You watched, dazed as he zipped up his pants, and fixed your dress.

“Come on baby, you don't wanna be late” 

A/N This is my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoyed it! I am hoping to do more and I am open to tips and requests <3

#dick grayson #nightwing #dc #titans #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing smut #titans fanfiction #titans smut #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson fanfic #nightwing fanfiction #nightwing fanfic #dc comics #dc smut #superhero smut

[lilacthebooklover]

canon is fun and all but what if i just,,, disregarded it completely and started a hatchetfield superhero au? hmm? what then?

what if all of paul's colleagues (sans mr davidson) were superheroes? what if paul himself was just a regular, completely oblivious civilian? what if he took in secret vigilante richie? what if linda monroe decided to become a supervillain to gain power and prove herself to her father? what if the first villains shown were just a cover for the overarching antagonists of the lords in black? what if i took worldbuilding to the extremes? what if i gave ted superpowers and made everyone around him deal with it? what if steph engaged in teenage rebellion by exposing her father's corrupt dealings in supervillainy? what if alice engaged in teenage rebellion by dating an actual minor supervillain? what if i included paulkins? what then, hmmm? what are you going to do about it?

#what if i wrote it #hmmmm #i'm sorry this post seems so aggressive dhjdhkj #but yeah new au's on the brain #superhero au #hatchetfield #starkid #hatchetverse #team starkid #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid npmd #fanfiction writer #hatchetfield universe #paul matthews #richie lipschitz #emma perkins #alice woodward #steph lauter #ted spankoffski #charlotte sweetly #mr davidson #lords in black #the lords in black #linda monroe #the guy who didn't like musicals #paulkins #starkid au #starkid fanfic #fanfic ideas

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 24 of Kinktober: Saved By Superman

pairing: Clark Kent x fem!reader

warning: abduction, eating out, oral sex, unprotected sex

10 YEARS AGO (Y/N’s POV)

I’m in American History 1 and hell, the questions on our assignment is soo confusing like, when did JFK got assassinated and when did Nixon resign, like I don’t know these questions and our teacher makes no sense on what we’re learning about. Clark is in the same class and he would help me on what the questions are about and what our tests are going to have.

At some point Clark and I were study partners and thanks to him, I passed American History! Ever since then Clark and I have been friends and we would tell each other about anything about our personal lives and we would do anything together, but a lot of people from school would say that we’re dating but we’re not.

Eventually, we separate because I go to Kansas University for a photography degree, which is far away from Smallville and we lost contact with each other.

PRESENT TIME

I begin to wash my dishes and I see on my TV that there’s another unusual event happened today, of course, but I see a hero saving the person from the building, why does he looks familiar? They show the hero and it’s Clark? I never knew that he’s, Superman? What’s going on?

I drive back to my hometown, Smallville, and what’s happening? I see this figure approaching my car but it’s flying? The hell? I blackout.

I wake up at some room that I’ve never seen or been into before. I hear something or someone walking towards me, I look where I hear the noise and it’s someone in a costume.

“Who are you?” I question.

“I can ask you the same thing.” The voice said back.

I try to move around but I’m tied up with chains? I want to get the hell out of here.

“Can I at least get a name from you?” I said to the voice.

“Zod.” The voice answered.

Zod? I don’t know who that is. He walked up and I immediately realized that he went to the same high school as Clark and me, I remember he was a little weird and many kids made fun of him.

“You know who I am now?” He says.

“Now I do. Why do you want me here?” I asked.

“To get answers.” His voice changed.

“Okay? What?”

“Who is Superman?” He says.

“I don’t know, I really don’t.” I answer.

“You know! You used to be buddies with him.” He said.

“What?” I ask.

“Don’t lie to me!” He approaches to my face.

“I’m not lying.” I confess.

He backs up to give me some space. I can tell he thinks I’m still lying. He eventually went upstairs and I hear the door locking, I want to leave so fucking bad!

One day, I hear noises upstairs and I hear the door opening. Someone running downstairs and it’s Clark, he looks different than the last time I ever saw him. He releases me from the chains and I hold on to him until he flies away from the room I was in.

We arrive at some house I never seen before, it’s Clark’s house, god he changed.

He lays me down on his couch.

“Thank you for saving me.” I say.

“Anytime for a friend.” He smiles.

He gets some medicine to help the swelling and wounds on my wrists to heal.

“I never knew that you’re Superman, Clark.” I said looking at him.

“I’ve been my whole life.” He said wrapping elastic bandage on my wrists.

“You never told me that ever in high school Clark.” I say holding my hands still.

“I thought you would tell people.” He said softly.

“You know me, I would never do that in the history of our friendship Clark, you know I wouldn’t.” I confess.

He knows I’m telling the truth.

Eventually, we talked about what’s been going on in our lives recently.

“How’s your mom?” I ask.

“She talks about you still.” He says.

“She misses you.” He smiled.

“Really? I haven’t seen her in so long.” That’s so sweet.

After that conversation, we talked about other things, such as, who we dated when we separated.

“Did you ever dated anyone while I was gone?” I question.

“Never.” He replied.

“I highly doubt that Clark. A bunch of girls threw themselves at you and gave me death threats.” I said.

“I never dated anyone Y/N and I remember those death threats, I know some of them are married or still dating someone.” He smirks.

“You know I, actually had a crush on someone in high school.” I look down and look up at Clark.

“Who? Come on Y/N/N, I can see you blushing.” He says egging me on.

“You.” I gulped.

“Me? Why’s that?” He says.

“Ever since you helped me with homework and all.” I confess.

“Really? I kinda did as well." He confesses.

I blush. I can't believe this. we both had crushes on each other since we met.

He leans into kiss me, and I kiss him back. I tug on his hair but I wince by my wrists. Clark picks me up to take us to his bathroom, he sets me on the counter and starts the water from the tub, I try to take my clothes off but Clark stops me to take my clothes off instead, he picks me up again to put me in tub. The water felt so good. Clark takes his shirt off, he’s definitely changed. He comes in the tub with me and makes me get closer to him and kisses me again.

After us in the tub Clark washed me off but the blood and the dirt off my body, he takes us to his bed and lays me down on it, which is really comfortable.

“Try to get some sleep Y/N.” He says about to leave.

“Can you stay in here with me?” I say looking at where Clark is.

“If you want me to.” He asks.

“Please?” I say.

He lays down with me and I sleep instantly.

2 HOURS LATER

I wake up with a feeling in my clit, I look down to see Clark eating me out, I moan, when I did that Clark kept on eating me out but a little bit deeper, I gasp and I tug on his hair. He stops eating me out and starts to give me love bites near my clit, I scream again. I never imagined he’s this good.

After Clark eating me out, he comes up to face me and begins to fuck me, I scream again, he goes in and out of me but he goes faster. Our moans and grunts fills up in the room and skin slapping against each other. I’m so glad he saved me.

#clark kent #clark kent imagine #henry cavill #smallville #fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #clark kent smut #man of steel #dc imagine #dc vs marvel #dc comics #dc universe #dc #dc fanfic #clark kent fanfiction #clark kent fluff #dc superheroes

[stellaisinlove]

Tie a Tie

Clark Kent X Reader

Summary: Clark has to get ready for work but Y/N doesn’t want him to leave.

Warnings: Fluff, Tickling, not proofread, & Anxiety?????

Word Count: 1k

Clark woke up early, as usual, not wanting to disturb me while he got ready for work. He tiptoed around our bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible while getting dressed, buttoning his suit, and struggling to put his tie on. He mumbled curses under his breath trying to remember which way to loop the tie. In many failed attempts he decided to not wear it. Clark sat on the edge of the bed while tying his shoes. As he leaned down to tie his laces, he felt someone's eyes on him. He turned around and saw me, awake and watching him silently from the bed. A smile spread across his face as he stood up to face me.

"Well, Good morning," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I smiled back at him, my tired eyes lingering on his muscular chest as his shirt fit him like a glove.

"What time is it?" I asked, my voice still groggy from sleep.

"It's still early, don't worry about it," Clark replied, grabbing his jacket from the chair beside the bed.

I sat in bed, pulling the covers to my chin while watching Clark. He looked so handsome and confident as he got ready, and I couldn't help but admire him. As he turned around to face me, again.

"What?" I asked, feeling a blush creeping up on my cheeks, I had been caught staring.

Clark chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. Clark leaned down over me, placing his knees on the bed to support him. He looked down at me with a smirk. "What are you looking at?" Clark's voice was barely over a whisper as his hands moved down to my side, holding me in place.

"I was looking at...this really weird guy that's in my room. He's kind of strange, he's like an alien too-" I was being snarky, but before I could finish, his fingers tickled around my stomach. I jumped and started laughing hysterically

I giggled and squirmed under him, trying to push him away. "Stop, stop!" I shouted between laughs.

Clark smiled, he wasn't listening. "Who's this weird guy you're talking about?" He said moving his fingers up my body and tickling me everywhere, "What's his name?" He was being snarky right back to me.

"Okay, okay! You win!" I kicked my legs, quickly out of breath.

Clark finally relented, pulling back and sitting on the bed next to me "That's what I thought," He looked at me with a cheeky grin. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.

He ran his fingers through my hair, but I was trying not to give in to his charm. Though, the way he played with my hair did feel really nice. His fingers would twirl around my strands of hair and they would move up to massage my scalp.

"Don't you have work?" I asked softly, moving onto his chest. His fingers not letting go of me.

His fingers trailed down my back then back up, creating a pattern on my body. "I don't mind being late." He said looking down at me on his chest. He smiled kissing the top of my head.

"I would rather be with you today, anyway. Perry and Lois have been nagging me to finish this article all week." Clark groaned, lifting his hand up and massaging the bridge of his nose. Him letting go of me left me with a cold feeling, I was already missing his touch.

"What's the article about?" I asked, nuzzling my head into the warmth of his neck.

He chuckled, "Apparently there's this superhero convention coming up, and they want me to write about all the events...all the boring stuff." He sighed.

I shifted positions, I was leaning up against Clark looking into his eyes. My hand reached up and caressed his cheek.

"Just take the day off."

His head rested on my hand, and Clark was sinking back into the bed. "I wish I could, Y/N..."

My hand moved up to play with his hair, his eyes closed, relaxing into my touch.

"Call in sick," I said, trying to think of alternatives so he could stay in bed with me.

Clark held me by my waist and pulled me on top of him. I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my body. I leaned in to kiss Clark, feeling his lips part against mine as we deepened the kiss.

"I can't..."

I huffed, not wanting him to leave me.

"Shit," Clark whispered, checking the watch on his wrist.

"Hm?" I hummed moving down to kiss his jawline, moving down to his neck my hands moving down his torso.

"I'm going to be la-" I found Clark's sweet spot. He let out a soft whimper feeling my warm lips on his collarbone.

"Y/N" He mumbled. "I have to go..."

I could hear it in his voice, longing. He didn't want to go. He was enjoying this very much, but his anxiety was rising with the belief of being late to work.

He lifted me off of him and placed me down gently on the bed. Clark rushed to the mirror in our room to see what he looked like, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess. Clark adjusted his glasses before walking to the door.

"Wait," I said softly getting out of bed.

He turned back around with an anxious smile, trying not to get stressed.

"Your tie," I said picking it up, off the floor. I wrapped it around his neck and tied it for him.

"A big boy like you still doesn't know how to tie a tie." I teased him. Clark rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I love you," I said softly, pulling him down by his tie, I pressed my lips on his. Not wanting to let go.

We pulled back, breathless, and Clark grabbed his briefcase. "I love you too.."

He walked to the door but stopped before turning the handle. He turned back around to me and placed his hands behind my neck pulling me closer to him.

He pushed his lips onto me, moving his hands through my hair and down to my waist before letting go.

"I'll see you tonight."

#clark kent x y/n #clark kent #superman x y/n #Clark kent x reader #superman #DC #dcau #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x y/n #fanfiction #superhero x reader #x reader #Y/N #clark kent fluff #Fluff

[youryurigoddess]

The Small Back Room — Hour of Glory (1949)

Good Omens 2 begins with the visit to The Small Back Room not because it was meant to serve as an exposition scene for Maggie and her record shop. It’s a substantial foreshadowing of the main plot and the relationship changes between Aziraphale and Crowley.

As all the other classics referenced throughout the show, this 1949 Powell and Pressburger production is easily available online — whenever you have 100 minutes to spare, I highly encourage you to watch it.

Our story begins with the arrival of Stuart, a British military captain, who makes his way through a labyrinth of offices towards a small building — the research section led by an eccentric, queer-coded, bow tie wearing professor Mair — to ask for help with a secret Nazi weapon.

That’s when the professor calls our hero, Sammy Rice — an engineer and bomb disposal expert in the service of Her Majesty’s government and, not accidentally, the most brooding, wounded man in Powell and Pressburger’s impressive canon of dysfunctional and alienated characters.

Due to a prosthetic foot keeping him from active service and confining to work in the titular back room instead, Rice is dramatically slipping into alcoholism. Haunted by self-loathing and disappointment with the internal politics, he can’t see the point of his research anymore.

Sammy is also conducting a clandestine affair with the secretary of his research unit, Susan. They live in the same building and meet regularly, but can’t openly enjoy their company or even dance due to his injury, which makes him even more bitter and pathologically determined to wear her angelic patience down.

Susan puts up with it until the minister is forced to resign. She knows that if non-scientists take over, their section will become useless, Rice even more difficult, and the war possibly lost. She urges him to take action and when he dramatically refuses to make a difference, she leaves him.

Seemingly at his lowest now, Rice becomes a sudden chance to redeem himself. Captain Stuart calls him about two unexploded booby traps found in Wales, but left to himself, he dies during a heroic attempt to dismantle one of the thermos-like devices before our engineer arrives at the scene.

In a nerve-jangling finale, Stuart’s notes help Rice dismantle the second device. He becomes a hero, gets an officer commission as head of the new scientific unit, and discovers that Susan not only came back in the meantime, but repaired everything he drunkenly destroyed in the apartment after their breakup.

The parallels seem straightforward enough for me to add that in this context the role of Maggie through most of S2 may particularly reflect Crowley’s stagnancy in both work and love life. And if you’re unsure why the demon identifies with the heroic roles and characters, you might want to read this post on the subject.

Now, The Small Back Room was distributed in the US under another title — Hour of Glory. Which happens to be a specific Bible term referring to Christ’s “hour”, the period supposed to consummate all of his work on Earth and reveal God’s ultimate plan of salvation: the Son’s death.

John 12:20-36 Jesus replied, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honor the one who serves me. Now my soul is troubled, and what shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this hour’? No, it was for this very reason I came to this hour. Father, glorify your name.” Then a voice came from heaven, “I have glorified it, and will glorify it again.” The crowd that was there and heard it said it had thundered; others said an angel had spoken to him. Jesus said, “This voice was for your benefit, not mine. Now is the time for judgment on this world; now the prince of this world will be driven out. And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.”

Christ’s hour began in the garden — this time the garden of Gethsemane — as he prayed passionately for the cup to be passed from him, similarly to Aziraphale declining Metatron’s offers on screen, both regarding the hot drink and his reinstatement as part of the Heavenly Host:

Luke 22:42 “Father, if you are willing, please take this cup of suffering away from me. Yet I want your will to be done, not mine.”

All throughout the Old Testament, we see God’s wrath being described as a cup poured out on sin and those guilty of it. By accepting it, Jesus took the toll of all the sins — from Eden up until the last one to be committed right before his Second Coming — on himself, for the sake of his beloved humanity.

The passion of Christ continued as Judas betrayed him with a kiss, his disciples abandoned him, and the high priest accused him of crimes he was not guilty of. Even Pilate, the prefect of Rome, pretended to uphold the law; and remember we already expect a S3 trial based on another Archers movie.

All in all, it’s an hour of great injustice and pain, but also glory of God. We’re led to believe that the Ineffable Plan will similarly triumph over the great one (or whatever Metatron tries to implement at the moment), as it did in S1. And its ending will be a good one, back in a garden.

#bible fanfiction #actually quoting bible #cup of suffering #give me coffee or give me death #the small back room #hour of glory #good omens #good omens meta #good omens analysis #final fifteen #crowley #crowley is a superhero #aziraphale #supreme archangel aziraphale #ineffable husbands #yuri is doing her thing #drinking coffee #an oat milk latte with a dash of almond syrup

[lillotus17]

INTERTWINED SERIES (Spidermen!ENHA) Preview

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker you start to get these weird visions of future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision three train carts away and walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help these three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

RELEASE DATE: TBD

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way or shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's an ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a slightly bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! Also note that maknae line don't have their spider powers (yet) because they develop it in series. ENHA hyungs already have their powers when they meet Y/N and the other boys.

CAST:

Y/N L/N as Cassandra (Cassie) Webb/Madame Webb

Yang Jungwon as Julia Cornwall (Carpenter in the Comics)/Arachne/Spider-(Wo)man

Kim Sunoo as Anya Corazon/Arana

Nishmura Riki (Niki) as Martha (Mattie) Franklin/Spider-(Wo)man

Lee Heeseung as Peter Parker (Tom Holland Universe)/Spider-Man

Park Jongseong (Jay) as Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield Universe)/Spider-Man

Sim Jaeyun (Jake) as Miles Morales (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Man

Park Sunghoon as Gwen Stacy (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider

More to be added!

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[callie-the-creator]

nsfw. can you imagine where you are your home country’s symbol of hope? an epitome of goodness. a paragon of virtue. it’s probably the reason why you caught the attention of them, one of your country’s most notorious villains. and when it’s time to finally “confront” the villain, you two just end up fucking because the real reason why the villain was so upset and threatening peace was that they were missing you since they usually have to wait weeks or perhaps even months until you two can see each other.

ughh, isn’t long distance the worst?

you: let’s settle this cat fight in the ring.

villain: let’s settle this…in bed.

you: (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

#enemies to lovers #enemies with benefits #enemies to lovers prompts #enemies to lovers smut #enemies to lovers fanfiction #superhero x villain #hero x villain #opposites attract #random #smut #bxb #bxb smut #gxg #gxg smut #boy x girl #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral smut #gn smut #smut imagine #incorrect quotes #enemies with benefits smut #flirty villain #gay #gay smut #lesbian smut #lesbian #heterosexual #exes to lovers #exes to lovers smut

[starythewriter]

Henry Cavill X Y/N

TW: smut cream pie

“Here I wanna show you something” said Henry, he lead you to a big Giant boat and a cruise. “We’re gonna go on this cruise.ll but first let’s head to the Cheesecake Factory”

He drove you in a very nice and fancy car. To the Cheesecake Factory “here” he said opening the car door. You got off walking with him. Quickly you both got seated and ordered a salad. “You look so pretty” he said with a smirk.

You both ate your salad in piece seeing how pretty everything was. “I love your outfit.” You said his eyes skimmed over your body, you did the same over his arms.

“Thank you” he said with a bigger smirk then before.

The both of you kept munching on your salad it was so delicious, it has strawberries, some cheese and the strawberries added a very strong note that made the salad weaver away from just a pure salad.

You noticed he carried a very cute and special watch. It was a small golden watch, you loved it. “What a cool necklace” he commented with a smirk, his eyes trailed over your chest, you felt flustered “thank you… I like your watch”

You said as you watched him move his arms… your eyes followed.

You both felt the strong tension. *time skup*

You both ordered desert and had fun. You talked about some interning you would do for him to file papers and a new logo, as you wanted to create a company with merch.

You were planning to donate millions of dollars toward, preserving the ocean. Around 20 percent of what was made from the company would go toward funding your business.

“Cool… well I can help you with funding and I know some good people that will help keep it relevant and here’s a card, you’ll file everything regarding the taxes, and automatically taking out 20% yearly or monthly whatever suits you best to use for the ocean”

He explained with enthusiasm. You were so excited it was like a dream come true, he noticed as your eyes light up. *time skip*

You were both now in his bed god he smelled good.

“Darling-“ he groaned out as you kissed him taking off his shirt. You slowly ran your fingers across his giant biceps…

“I see someone’s a fan of my arms” he giggled.

You kissed him as he slowly took off your shirt,

You moaned as he kissed your chest…

“I need you” he whispered “awww is someone entranced by my beauty” you said with confidence.

“Who wouldn’t be?”

He said smiling. You both continued to kiss. You slowly grabbed his pants and unzipped them. Kissing his thighs. “Fuck-“ he moaned loudly.

You moaned, making him shiver. “That’s unfair… why am I the only one who’s naked?”

“Beg for me or your not getting anything.”

“Please… take your panties off I need you so fucking bad” he said with a breathy moan.

“I don’t care… I’m not turned on.”

“Please baby girl… I’m aching for you.” He said slowly rubbing himself. You smirked slowly taking your pants, then your panties kissing him. You got ontop of him slowly positioning.

Your ass on his dick.

He slowly entered you moaned loudly. He moaned “fuck…”

You slowly kissed him while moaning and riding him hard. “I know your shivering…” you said teasing him “fuck” he moaned again… “I- you are too good” he moaned out…

You started to bounce harder making him moan louder, now he was grabbing your waist harshly while pumping you just as much as you were.

He moaned kissing your chest. You slowly brushed your hands over his abs, licking them “ah” he moaned feeling your tongue dripping over his abs…

Henry, flipped you over now fucking you ruthlessly. “Quiet slut”

He said as he continued to rail you out of your mind. You gripped onto his back almost as if you were wolverine, your finger nails digged deep into his skin as you grew ever closer to the climax.

“Baby- girl”

He moaned his pupils were now dilated, you moaned as he railed into you.

You moaned loudly making a p0rn0gr1ph1c, expression, Henry kissed you as you moaned and both climaxed at the same time.

He laid next to you kissing you.

“You were so fucking…. Skilled” he moaned.

You both made out.

THE END!

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[pacificwaternymph]

God trying to get Scott to talk about his emotions is like pulling teeth.

#ah the joys of writing fanfiction #i feel like one of those parents being pulled in three different directions by their child leashes #superhero au #smajor1995 #scott smajor

[akairawrites]

Dissimulate | Jason Todd imagine

"You are not a superhero; you are a detective. Start acting like one." The Police Captain's stern words hung heavily in the air as Y/N kept her head low. She hadn't uttered a word since entering the station, clearly grappling with some internal conflict, and getting reprimanded by the captain was far from her ideal solution.

Y/N sighed and looked up, the bruise under her eye standing out prominently. It appeared to be worsening, clear evidence of a recent punch to the face. "With all due respect, sir, I was doing my job, something that so many people here are afraid to do." She shifted in her seat, sitting up more comfortably. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go home and get some rest." Without waiting for further discussion, she rose from her seat and left the captain's office, grabbing her belongings from her desk as she replayed the events from just a few hours ago in her mind.

•••

Y/N occupied the passenger seat of an unmarked Ford Explorer, observing the bustling Gotham streets as the car maintained a steady pace. She glanced over at her partner, Jessy, who was bobbing his head to the music playing on the radio. He must have noticed her gaze because he stole a glance in her direction before returning his attention to the road, a smile forming on his lips. "Do I have something on my face?" She quickly shook her head and cast her eyes downward, even though Jessy could sense that something was amiss.

"What's bothering you?" Y/N looked back at him and then out the window again before releasing a sigh. "It's nothing... just this frustrating case we've been working on." Lately, they had been assigned to a case involving a new vigilante who had been causing quite a stir in Gotham. He went by the name Red Hood, the same moniker the Joker had used a few years ago. However, there hadn't been any concrete connections between the two, leaving them puzzled.

“How about I take you out? To take your mind off everything," Jessy suggested, genuinely concerned. The case had been weighing heavily on both of them, and he believed that some time away from work would be beneficial.

It took Y/N a moment to respond, but just as she was about to reply, Jessy slammed on the brakes as something thudded against the hood of the car. They quickly realized it wasn't an object but a person.

They hastily exited the vehicle and began to give chase. Y/N got a brief glimpse of red and gasped before darting after the figure. "It's him!" she exclaimed, paying no heed to Jessy's calls to wait.

Y/N rounded a corner and spotted the Red Hood. She pushed past a few civilians in her path, calling out, "Stop! GCPD!" She sprinted as fast as she could, but the Red Hood proved to be faster. He abruptly turned into an alleyway and effortlessly scaled the walls. Y/N followed closely, watching as he disappeared onto the rooftop.

She was not going to give up.

She swiftly climbed the fire escape, and when she finally reached the top, the Red Hood had just landed on the adjacent building. "Stop!" she yelled once more, and as she reached the edge of the building, she peered down into the alleyway below. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back to get a running start. With a leap of faith, she descended, landing on her feet before losing her balance and rolling on the ground. She quickly regained her composure and persisted in following him, determined not to let him slip away.

He abruptly jumped down from the building, seemingly aware that there was nowhere else for him to go. Once his feet touched the ground, he hopped over a fence leading to an abandoned warehouse, with Y/N hot on his heels.

Inside the warehouse, she quickly lost sight of him. The place was shrouded in darkness, with the only illumination filtering in through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. Uncertain of what to expect, Y/N drew her gun from its holster. "GCPD! Come out with your hands up!" To her surprise, he complied. Emerging from the shadows, he slowly approached her.

"Hands up or I'll shoot!" she warned, her gun trained directly on the Red Hood, who appeared undaunted.

As the Red Hood drew closer, Y/N had no choice but to slowly back away, maintaining a cautious distance between them. They both had a moment to assess each other. She couldn't see his face, but she discerned a hint of green through the eye slot in his mask.

Unbeknownst to her, he had closed the gap between them. Without warning, he swiftly kicked his leg up, disarming Y/N of her gun. It clattered to the ground, and before she could react, he delivered a rapid punch to her face, sending her sprawling onto the floor. She struggled to regain her composure, but when she looked up, he had already vanished.

Once she emerged from the warehouse, Jessy had just arrived, having tracked them for nearly five blocks. He rushed up to her, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder, noticing a bruise forming under her eye. "Are you okay?" His voice was laced with worry.

"I'm fine," she responded curtly, pushing his hand away as she headed toward their car. Annoyance gnawed at her as she realized she had let the Red Hood escape yet again.

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[lunadei]

Exile - Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!vigilante-reader, Steven Grant x F!vigilante-Reader

Warnings: gunshot wound, fighting. 

Premise: You and Marc share a mutual dislike for each other - or so you think. That is until a particularly nasty fight leaves you at his mercy. 

an: Hey guys! This is my first Moon Knight fic - and fair warning, it isn’t perfectly canon. Just a fun little blurb I had on my mind. Please enjoy all the enemies to lovers clichés here as much as I do. 

From the moment you unintentionally stepped - or perhaps more accurately, punched, into Marc Spector’s life, you both walked a thin line. Your paths had crossed rather unceremoniously during a minor street brawl, though Marc loved to remind you that fighting three men single-handily was hardly minor. You loathed to admit when you were over your head. And, much to the Moon Knight’s dismay, you would rather get pummeled than accept assistance.

Still, in all fairness, you had it handled. 

As you prefer to tell the story, his arrival proved an unfortunate distraction which cost you several broken ribs and a nasty concussion. No injury had ever prevented you from kicking ass previously, but Marc and his magic armor beat you to the punch. The average damsel would have been grateful to be ‘saved’ by the Moon Knight. However, it quickly became clear to Marc that you were no damsel in distress. 

“Why the hell would you do that? I had it under control.” The venom you managed to summon despite your injuries was astounding. Had Marc been any other man, he may have cowered before you. He could practically feel Steven shrinking back as it was. 

“Hell of a way to say ‘thank you,’ princess,” Marc scoffed, his anger partially sheathed by his mask. 

“Excuse me, princess?” 

Marc would later admit that you had a hell of a left hook. 

Perhaps your animosity toward Marc extended from many years of being a lone vigilante, unused to sharing your territory with another - though you would hardly call him a vigilante. Hell, he wouldn’t even call himself such. After several escapades, during which you found yourselves inevitably face-to-face time after time, you had reluctantly became familiar with Marc. And you despised his self-assured, reckless bravado. You wanted nothing to do with the Moon Knight, knowing he spelt nothing but trouble for your image. That soon changed after you were introduced to Steven. 

Steven was everything you adored about society - he reminded you of why you chose this life to begin with. Steven was the first to remove his mask after finding you perched upon the Landmark Pinnacle one moonlit night, gushing about what a big fan he was. Though he would make the occasional appearance during your midnight watch, time was always limited before Marc would resume control. You had made it quite clear to Marc that you preferred his alter-ego’s company. He had made it quite clear that you could shove it. 

It seemed you were doomed to repeat this cliché cycle: fighting for justice, butting heads with Marc when he intervened, always choosing to teeter on the cusp of enemies rather than work together. That was until the night you made a minor miscalculation as to your abilities. 

Well, minor being you brought your fists to a gun fight. And needless to say, you were not as swift as as the barrage of bullets - not quite, anyway. 

Your armored suit presented an unexpected weakness, allowing a bullet to pierce through your hip. Perhaps some Egyptian God had been looking after you that night, as it deflected off your right rib and exited next to your right clavicle - by some fortunate avoiding any major arteries. You had barely made it out of the fight before collapsing in a nearby alley. Crimson stained the cobblestone street, the copper smell lingering in your nose as your eyes rapidly fluttered. You’d be damned if you allowed yourself to bleed out here, nameless and easily defeated. 

“Jesus, Y/N, can you hear me?” Marc, it’s Marc, your brain briefly registered. His voice, while usually vexing, was a welcome reprieve from your thoughts of mortality. 

“Oh, hey Marc, fancy seeing you here,” you choked out, sputtering at the effort required to speak. You watched as kneeled beside you, eyes raking down your form in a way that sent shivers down your spine. 

Jesus, you thought, bleeding out was making you delirious. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, we’ve got to get you to a hospital.” Steven. You grabbed onto his pristine white suit, rapidly shaking your head despite the tremors of pain. 

“No, no hospitals. Rule number one of being a vigilante, Steven.” A gloved hand pressed to your hip, staining the fabric red. His panic became increasingly evident as he took note of your wounds. 

“Listen, my flat is a few blocks away. Get me there - I have supplies.” You heaved a shaky sigh, fighting to maintain consciousness. 

“Right, right, yeah, okay, flat, got it.” Trembling arms slid beneath your torso and legs, grasping your limp body against his firm chest. 

“And, Steven?”  Steven, bless his heart, lacked the same trauma skills as his counterpart. You recognized this rather reluctantly, pressing a hand against his cheek apologetically. “I’m going to need Marc, unfortunately. Don’t let him let me bleed out, yeah?” 

Blissfully unaware of the trip back to your flat, you awoke to Marc’s small slaps to your cheek. His voice felt far away as you slipped in and out of consciousness, a sight which, though he would never admit it, frightened Marc. 

“C’mon, Y/N, wake up. Don’t make me explain your dead body to your landlord.” A chuckle escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you noticed was the feeling of Marc’s calloused hands pressed against the bare flesh of your hip. You shifted slightly, taking in your living room. A trail of blood was smeared from your doorway to the couch. 

“God damn it, I’m never going to get these stains out.” It was Marc’s turn to chuckle. He was intently focused on stitching your entrance wound, which he had apparently cleaned while you were unconscious. You groaned at the sensation, shifting your body in discomfort against the couch. 

Upon feeling the fabric against your bare back, it was then that you realized you were shirtless. Heat travelled from your neck to your cheeks, the blush nearly matching the crimson stains smeared on your figure. You rationalized that you were only flustered because of the blood loss. 

“I would apologize about your shirt, but considering I’m saving your life again, I didn’t think you’d care.” Turning your head towards Marc, you saw a smirk grace his lips as he met your gaze. The bastard was amused, mocking your discomfort. 

“Oh, brilliant. I hardly care about the man I positively despise stitching me up.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. The gesture was completely childish. For a moment, the usual malice you extended toward him felt wrong, like a cheap façade. 

“Ah, there she is.” He briefly paused his handiwork. “If it weren’t for me you’d be dead on the streets, princess. But you’re welcome to stich yourself up if you hate me so much.” 

You couldn’t help but remark, “I could probably do a better job.” Marc raised his hands in mock surrender, preparing to stand, and you instantly regretted stroking your own ego. 

“Be my guest, I have work to finish now that you’re not on your death bed.” He made a show of turning away, just slowly enough to allow you to change your mind. Your pride would never have allowed you to ask for his assistance previously, stubbornly preferring to bleed out than admit defeat. However, something had shifted tonight. You once again convinced yourself that it was just delirium, nothing more. 

“Wait, Marc-” you grasped his wrist, pulling him back to the floor. “Please, don’t go.” Oh, the blood loss had definitely unveiled a level of vulnerability you weren’t aware existed within you. Marc glanced at you, not masking his shock, noting your wide eyes and trembling hand. He spared you his usual biting retort, instead nodding and resumed tending to your wounds. 

You watched him concentrate, gaze raking over the apparent softness of usually sharp features. Brown curls tumbled over his forehead, accenting his tanned features in a way you were rarely privy to. Supple lips were relaxed and parted in concentration, so different from the usual grimace they held. You weren’t blind, you knew Marc was attractive. But you had never allowed yourself to dwell on that thought before, never allowed your gaze to sample every inch of his features as though he were fine art. It made your stomach twist, the previously dissipated heat now spreading throughout your entire body - pooling in your lower abdomen. 

Fuck, you were so screwed. 

“Marc,” your voice was a breathless whisper, pathetic, you thought granted your usual composure. He glanced up at you, brows furrowing at your twisted expression. Cliché as it was, you felt yourself swimming in his brown eyes, further degrading your rational mind. With a strange fondness you had never extended toward him before, you could imagine waking up to those eyes, getting lost in them every morning - 

“Y/N?” 

Snapped out of your trance, uncertain and reaching for the right words, you had merely intended to thank him. “Thank you, Marc Spector,” you breathed against his lips. When had you gotten so close? But he didn’t flinch, didn’t move away. 

“Wow, someone alert the press. Never thought I’d hear those words coming from you.” His remark lacked it’s usual snark, sounding nearly as wrecked as you - though you supposed your judgement could be clouded by the blood loss. 

“Shut up,” you huffed, lips nearly brushing his own at the movement. 

“Make me, princess.” With a vigor you didn’t know you possessed, you threaded your hand into his disheveled curls, pulling him a fraction closer. Your lips connected perfectly, like two halves of one whole, causing you to contemplate why you hadn’t done this sooner. His kiss grew desperate, hungry, as though he was a starving man waiting to devour you. And god, you wanted more. 

Your hips bucked into the air of their own accord, causing a pained groan to escape your lips. Marc reluctantly pulled away from you as you chased his lips, tears prickling your eyes as you attempted to ignore the burn in your side. 

“Don’t stop,” you implored, begged. You hadn’t even thought yourself capable of begging, lest of all to him. 

“Y/N, you’re hurt. You need to rest, I need to go -” Before he could retreat, you pressed your lips against his once more, desperate, searching. 

“I can take it,” the breathy confession elicited a strained moan from Marc, and god, the things you would do to hear that sound again. 

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” It was your turn to smirk, nipping at his mouth with renewed energy. Strong arms encompassed your figure once more, gently lifting you to your bedroom, careful not to disturb your stitches. Slipping from your lust-fueled haze, it momentarily occurred to you that your injuries would not allow for this to extend further. 

“God, the things I want to do to you,” his voice slipped into a deep growl, the vibrations against your neck causing your body to spasm. 

“Then do them,” you insisted, all common sense having slipped your mind. With surprising control, Marc removed himself from your grasp, looking at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Fondness? 

His hand briefly trailed over your hip. The touch, though featherlight, caused a burning ache to travel through you. Marc cocked his head with a frown, having already proven his point. 

“Not now, not like this.” He paused, licking his lips as his eyes roamed your figure with a desire so intense it nearly made you forget the agony completely. “When I have you, and I will, I don’t want you to feel anything but me.” 

You’re not sure when you finally slipped from consciousness, when you stopped feeling Marc’s hands brush through your tangled locks. That night you dreamt of white cloaks and brown eyes more piercing than the moon, with the sweet smell of jasmine and spice engulfing your senses.  

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 18

Phantom had been fighting Desiree with his parents new invention that was supposed to absorb a ghosts powers for them to be able to use. Turns out it didn't work on normal ghost powers but it worked perfectly at absorbing ghost magic.

Everytime Desiree tried to grant a wish or blast him with magic the device, that looked like an medalian, would glow and absorb it. It was only after his parents shot a portal gun by accident that he lost the device. Annoyed, Danny blasted thier weapons apart and continued his fight with Desiree normally.

Needless to say the device had to land somewhere, and that somewhere happened to be right on Red Hoods head. Hood couldn't make heads or tails of the thing and after some prying from big bird, agreed to bring it back to the batcave for inspection. Unfortunately for him the two younger birds were also there arguing about something he didn't really bother listening in on.

He sat down with his back to them and began trying to pry adapt this thing that he was fairly certain was welded together by an idiot and was getting more and more annoyed with them as time went on.

RH made the mistake of muttering, "I wish you two would just disappear!"

He figured they must have heard him because the room was blissfully quiet and they were gone when he turned around. "Huh. They actually listened." And he knew something was wrong about that, but he wasn't willing to look this gift horse in the mouth.

----

Tim wasn't sure how they it happened, but one moment he and Damian were fighting about Damian "borrowing" one of his skateboards and getting it broken and Damian was trying to reduce his responsibility as usual when they were suddenly very much not in the batcave

They both whirled around to take stock of the situation and were horrified by the swirling Lazarus sky and the many purple doors and floating islands around them.

Thus begins Tim and Damians wilderness survival camping trip :D

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[dontfuckingbother]

Spideypool fic

Best quotes of “every superhero needs a sidekick” I AM FUCKING OBSESSED

(A thread)

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[sad-trash-hobo]

Do you ever think about that the heads of marvel had to have read our posts about bucky and Steve and Sam all working together and the avengers witnessing bucky with Steve and how even back in the 40s Steve must have just been doing shit and that he had even less self preservation when he was with bucky than present time? And all the stories of bucky and Sam getting into shit and making fun of each other? And all the stories of nat and bucky goofing off and being friends? And all the stories of Steve and thor being friends and chilling? And then they decided to not give us those moments, not even a little bit

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[phoenixgrl1412]

DpxDC - Danny Phantom Comics Idea

I've seen a few posts where Danny and the others are huge fans of the Justice League and of certain members. Like, having posters and getting autographs and having merch. Or knowing a hero's entire public history.

But what if some of the Justice League members were the fans, and the Danny Phantom universe was a comic series in the DC universe? And many of the JL heroes grew up on the Danny Phantom comics, which inspired them to become heroes.

I'm imagining Clark Kent, Barry Allen, and even Bruce Wayne grew up in the height of "Phantom mania", when the comics were at their most popular and the phandom was reaching peak numbers. There was also talk of a television show and movies on the big screen. The comic run during their childhood is widely regarded as one of the best runs/timelines, and is the same as DP Universe we know.

The "Phantom mania" as it was called, happened before superheroes/vigilantes, villains, and metas were a thing. And once all of that did became common place, civilians stopped reading that genre. People didn't want to read about real life, they wanted an escape, and the Phantom comics were not that. There were still phans, of course, but not enough to keep the series profitable.

The Phantom comics were not the only hero comic happening at that time, but they did outlast the rest as the writers/whoever else refused to quit working on it until they had no choice. Unlike most hero comics of the time, the writers were able to give the Phantom comics a somewhat rushed and imperfect ending, giving some closure for the series. The comic issues covering the Phantom Planet incident are widely debated by the phandom, with some treating them as canon while others regard it as bad fanfic (for the purpose of this AU, I'm leaning towards Phantom Planet not being canon to the DP universe, but an attempt by the writers of the DC universe to give the series closure when so many other hero comics ended in the middle of a story arc that would never be finished).

There were a few attempted reboots of the Phantom comics, but were poorly done and so different from the "best" run and of such poor quality that they were all flops. The serialization that happened when Clark, Barry, and Bruce were kids is considered to be the last/best/official version of the comics.

For those three, and for other heroes too, the character of Danny Fenton/Phantom and his journey in becoming a hero is such an integral part of how they develop as heroes.

Does Bruce get the idea to become a vigilante/hero thanks to his childhood comic book hero, Phantom? If so, you can't prove it. And so what if he based some of Brucie Wayne's antics on things that Danny or his friends did, you can't prove that either.

(You also can't prove that he dressed up as Phantom for Halloween two years in a row. Alfred can though, and he threatens to pull out the pictures to show the batkids when Bruce is being particularly stubborn.)

For Barry, it's the lab accident. He goes through something similar to what Danny does in his lab accident in the comics (lots of electricity and either chemicals or ectoplasm). Barry struggles with coming to terms with his accident and accepting his new abilities. He isn't sure what to do at first, but he gets reminded of the Phantom comics from when he was a kid. And yeah, Danny isn't real, but his story is still an inspiration and a source of comfort.

Barry rereads through the comics shortly after his accident, and the beginning issues hit home in a way they hadn't before. Danny Fenton had a traumatic lab accident, just like Barry did. And while Barry wasn't half dead, he did come out of his accident with incredible new powers, just like Danny. Those first issues, where Danny is struggling in figuring out his new normal and learning about his abilities through trial and error, resonate with Barry. There are his fears, laid out in print for all to see. Every argument Barry has with himself about what to do with his powers is also there, and it's comforting to know that someone else, even a fictional character, gets it.

Barry decides to become a hero and calls himself The Flash. If his very first (and short-lived) costume design was black and white, and not his now-icon red and yellow, you can't prove anything.

The scenes where Danny is bullied by Dash, after Danny has his powers, might resonate with Clark more than the other bits. Maybe Clark takes the interpretation, as some of the phandom does, that Danny doesn't fight back physically because, with his powers, he could seriously hurt Dash if he did. Maybe he could even kill him if he wasn't careful. And Clark, who at the time is struggling with his own emerging abilities and identity as an alien, rereads his childhood comfort series and sees those scenes. And Clark understands in a way he didn't before, the fear that he could hurt someone accidentally with his strength. And seeing Danny struggle with being accepted by his parents and the town, but knowing he had the unconditional support of his friends and his sister, helps Clark accept himself.

And years later, when he meets his clone, Conner, Clark is infinitely more prepared for the situation and actually handles it well.

And if Clark refers to Lex Luthor as a fruitloop after that, well, only the phandom will understand.

(Lex is furious when it gets brought to his attention. He isn't a phan, but he grew up during that era and couldn't avoid the comics or people talking about them. He resents the implication that he is anything like Vlad Masters, because Lex is clearly more successful. Obviously. But he can't exactly sue Superman for comparing him to a children's comic book villain. Or can he?)

At some point, maybe after a debrief or something, a few of the Justice League members are chit chatting. They somehow start talking about nostalgic things from their childhood. Flash brings up the Phantom comics, and is surprised to learn that Superman and Green Lantern are also fans.

Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are unfamiliar with the series, prompting a long conversation about the series and its importance. Superman agrees to lend the pair the first issues to see if they like it.

Meanwhile Batman is just standing in the shadows, wanting to participate in the phandom conversation going on but he can't because it isn't something Batman would do. He eavesdrops instead, making a mental note to acquire another set of the comics for himself.

Bruce's set of comics from when he was a kid, was discovered by a young Dick Grayson. Dick was Robin at this point in time, but the mythos surrounding Robin hadn't been fully developed yet. Dick fell in love with the series, which was one of the only comics to feature a teen hero, like himself. I'm not saying that Dick's love of puns and banter came from Danny, but I'm not saying it didn't.

And does Dick use these old comics he stole from Bruce to bond with his new siblings? Absolutely! He introduces them to Jason first, and they spend hours reading and rereading them together. Jason is the one to discover Danny Phantom fanfiction, and shares it with Dick, who is thrilled to have new Phantom content and something else to bond over with Jason. Dick eventually convinces Jason to write his own, and Jason bounces ideas off of Dick.

(Neither is aware that Bruce overhears one of these conversations and seeks out Jason's fanfic. He reads it and subscribes, and leaves a review that Jason gushes about for weeks).

(And After, when Jason is back but is so, so angry, Jason finds that Danny Fenton is even more relatable then he was before. Where else would there be a character who is half dead and makes death jokes? Reading those comics with Dick are some of the memories that he can look back on without seeing green.)

Tim knows about the comics, when Dick drags them out, but he isn't really a phan. He does like the tech though, so some of his leisure projects are trying to recreate the weapons or making a PDA he can hack the pentagon with. He says he doesn't have a favorite character because he isn't as obsessed with it as Dick and Jason, but he totally does. I want to say it would be Tucker, but that feels like a cheap take, so maybe it is one of the ghosts. Or maybe Dani?

Now, Damian isn't too interested in the story of Danny Phantom, the Halfa Hero. It is his first introduction to comics and that storytelling format though, and Damian is a fan of that. He goes on to learn about other comics and manga, but the Phantom comics will always hold a sense of nostalgia for him as they were his first. And Dick forced Damian to read them with him, and Damian does look back on that forced-bonding fondly, even if he would rather stab himself than admit it. He absolutely makes fanart or a fancomic for Dick for his birthday one year, but makes Dick swear to never show it to anyone else or reveal that Damian drew it.

Dick has put a picture of it in the family chat before Damian is even done talking.

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All this being said, please imagine all the chaos and fangirling that would arise if post-canon Danny, from the DP universe, somehow ended up in the DC universe and in front of the Justice League.

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