#Superman: A Friend :D
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There should be more Justice League/Superbat fics where most heros arent really sure if Batman is even real or only know him as
"Supermans Demon Boyfriend Who Hangs Around And Can Be Convinced to Help The League Sometimes"
with like full weird off putting batman who sticks to the shadows and moves with all the wicked grace of an executioners axe and definitely an alien comforting but to bright to look at for too long Superman
#Flash: ...whatcha got there?#Superman: A Friend :D#Batman lurking behind Superman as the inate powerful fear of darkness personified. cape wrapped around him like a funeral shroud: hm.#dc prompt#writing prompt#dc#batman#superman#superbat#justice league#meme#cryptid batman#scary batman#alien superman#JL
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Memento Mori - DPxDC
What was beyond death. Was there anything at all? Was there nothing?
That was what he always wondered.
When Clark was a child, he looked up to his fictional hero: Danny Phantom. A half-dead guy in a comic book series that led to the most bisexual awakenings in the century.
Clark liked to go back and reread the comic books from Issue #1 (they were fairly short, but all parts of an “episode”, almost like those ads on shows, but the wait time was every two weeks). He tended to read them all in one sitting, and yet oddly enough, never disturbed as he murmured the made-up summoning spell under his breath.
He could’ve sworn he had been going through them for over an hour and not twenty minutes.
It was Phantom who inspired him to continue being Superman in his darkest moments. He also considered himself physical proof that Danny’s palette swap was enough to hide his identity.
The glasses ARE enough.
When Clark found out he had a clone, he was ecstatic to be able to teach Conner anything everything, to answer any questions his little brother had.
Danielle “Dani” Phantom and her awaited return in “Issue #46 D-stabilized” caused him to become a mama bear to Conner out of the fear he would melt within a few weeks. But it wasn’t like anyone at the Watchtower had to know that small detail.
Getting married to Lois was the best day of his life, the day of Jon’s birth also fighting for that first place spot in his mind.
He had a clone brother, a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, and an amazing group of friends that work together to protect the planet he calls home.
But everything started to fall apart when a protest against metas took it too far, Jon’s powers started to develop and he was seen accidentally tripping, falling, and catching himself by hovering a few inches above the pavement.
Jon said he considered himself lucky nothing scarred. He laughed everything off when it came to the topic.
But it shook Clark, Lois, and Conner to the core.
Memento mori.
It reminded Superman that despite his impenetrable skin, Death can come at any moment. Even for him.
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When Danny was a little boy, he dreamt of reaching the stars, he wanted to be able to touch the moon, explore Mars, and roam the galaxy he resides in and beyond.
He read these comic books of a league of heroes, a team with space cops, super powered humans, a man dressed in a bat suit that was more effective at capturing rogues and villains than some of the powered members, aliens, and so much more.
He flipped through the weekly published comics, learning to read better than most at a young age. He had two favorites, Superman and Martian Manhunter.
Danny wanted to explore the stars like his heroes. He wanted to be able to fight as well as the big Bat. He wanted superpowers. He wanted to help people. He wanted to fight his own set of supervillains. He wanted to be able to succeed and be loved.
Oh how he got everything he wanted but the last.
Tucker and Sam were the only reason he hadn’t broken yet, the reason he was still standing.
The anti-ecto acts, the GIW, Vlad, Pariah Dark, and his- Jack and Maddie’s sadistic comments about ghosts were the last straw.
The hero always wins… they don’t die to the evil they want to stop… right..?
Right..?
…
The sound of a scraping scalpel, the buzz of the lights, and the squeals of pleasure - as his ghostly heart was found again and again and prodded again and again - filled his ears for an unknown length of time.
His cries for help were never answered until a summoning pulled at his core, it was a personal calling, someone had managed to find his calling card.
The tears of relief stung his eyes as the dissection table with his body strapped down to it was sucked into a summons portal.
He was spat out in front of kids, most likely teenagers, due to the shrieks of horror and surprise.
Oh… oh how he prayed to the Ancients that he’d live to see another day as a tears slipped out of his eyes.
Memento mori.
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Jon found out about his comic book collection and wanted to show Damian.
Clark hummed as he typed up an official report on a rogue attack to send to the Watchtower.
His blood ran cold when he heard his son scream from over in Gotham.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc prompts#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#dc universe#dp#dc#danny phantom#giw#guys in white#ghost investigation ward#clark kent#lois lane#jon kent#damian wayne#superman#justice league#danny is not having a good time#ice core danny#memento mori
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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Your Girlfriend's Hot When She Kicks Ass - I Know
content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader
warning: language and mentions of fighting but the author is like so terrible and can’t even describe a fight scene so yall should be fine
author's note: by pop song, i mean painfully y2k song, im picturing a fun uptempo beat yall. i can already see the fake edits in my head
as much as she liked to deny it, y/n was a damn good fighter. she’d been doing it so long, it’d quickly began second nature to the daughter of poseidon. not even percy could beat her, the only title she wore with pride. though, the only better swordsman she knew was…luke. she tried not to think about him too much though, like most of camp half-blood. but…the roman demigods were a different breed entirely. they were trained differently, more stiff and solid. it was something that always intrigued her. which is why, whenever jason stayed at camp, they’d have a sword fight. she’d slide their names into the board, registering their spot for the afternoon. whispers and bets would quickly flow through the camp whenever she did that. jason and her were pretty even at this point, jason having won three fights and y/n having won two. leo could tell she was determined to win today from the way she avoided him, something about his face throwing her off as she grabbed an apple before scampering away.
“best friend or girlfriend, who’s gonna win?” travis questioned, presenting a hairbrush to leo like it was a mic as he made his way towards the arena, along with most of the camp.
“no comment,” leo winked back, knowing he couldn’t choose sides. plus, this was just dramatic training for the two, neither of them gave a single shit who was better. they just liked to have fun and this was one of their common denominators.
“ugh, no fun. connor’s got fifty bucks on jason,” travis groaned as the two sat in their front row seats, leo shaking his head at him.
“With?”
“mr. d,” travis shrugged like it was obvious.
the previous match was still finishing up, between clarrisse and one of her siblings, which she was basically throwing around like a ragdoll. leo winced as the poor guy was slammed into the ground, the air visibly leaving his chest. clarisse then dragged him out and towards, surely, the infirmary. Which would be empty, as leo could see will standing near the edge of the area, cupping his mouth and shouting his support of y/n, like he always did. sloppily written on his shirt was ‘team y/n,’ clearly done last minute with a sharpie. leo was gonna have to ask him for one of his own later, as the match was about to begin.
some pop song played over the speakers, y/n and jason laughing as they walked out. y/n raised her hand towards the crowd, waving as she was met with both cheers and friendly boos. jason bumped his shoulder with y/n and said something to her that the crowds couldn’t hear. she laughed more before motion towards the crowd to settle down.
“look at the crowd we’ve brought, jason. you’d think we’re famous or something,” y/n jokes, earning a few laughs. leo brought his hand up to his mouth and whistled, y/n’s eyes turning to him with a glimmer that was only saved for him. she winks at him before turning to jason and adjusting her armor.
“let’s give them what they want, yeah?” jason prompted, a small smile on his face as he nodded towards the crowds. leo couldn’t help but notice that jason always seemed to take on a playful demeanor during these little fights.
“same rules as always, superman?” y/n replied, swinging her sword around as she and jason started to circle each other. the trash talk was about to start, which is what made the two so interesting.
“of course…fish head,” jason tauts, bending at his knees. the two paused, waiting for the bell to ring so they could start.
a few seconds passed before the two straightened up and looked over at the bell, seeing percy struggle with it.
“dude!” the two shouted at him, percy huffing at them.
“it’s harder than it looks!”
“you’re making this anticlimactic!” will shouted from the stands, gaining support easily.
then a dagger smacked into the bell, easily ringing it. all eyes turned to where annabeth was standing from the stands, her hips jutted out.
“i’ve got 15 drachmas on you, y/n!” she called, y/n rolling her eyes before quickly dropping and rolling on the ground before popping back up on one knee, just barely missing jason’s blade.
“you walk like a mountain, grace. sealth is not your expertise,” y/n called, spinning with a swing that slammed against jason’s sword, the two of them basically face to face before jason shoved her off.
“you swing like you’ve got flowers for arms,” jason bit out, the two of them circling the other while they waited for an opportunity to strike. y/n scoffed at him, faking a swing to one side before pulling it back and making a stabbing motion. her sword smashed into his chest plate and he surely would have been sprawled out on his back had he not caught himself with a gust of wind, leaving the boy upright and a few feet away.
“scared, yet?” questioned y/n, straightening up and turning her shoulder towards the roman.
“am i supposed to be?” he replied, oohs and ahhs filling the crowd.
“don’t worry, you will be,” y/n glowered at him before taking the first swing, easily being blocked by jason, which is what she wanted as she shoved her body weight against his, sending them both to the ground. leo jumped out of his seat to get a better view along with everyone else, the adrenaline filling the crowd and they weren’t even fighting.
“you know, you’re girlfriend’s hot when she kicks ass,” travis managed to get out as his eyes were trained on the pair rolling around in the dirt. leo smirked to himself, also keeping his eyes on the two demigods.
“i know.”
“get off me!” jason called like a child, y/n’s hands shoving into his side as they both scrambled around in the dirt. jason shot his hand out, blowing y/n’s weapon out of reach.
“that was low even for you!” y/n called, kicking out with her foot against his shin before shooting up to her feet.
jason reached out with his hand to grasp her ankle but he was then smacked upside the head with a plastic water bottle. y/n shot a smirk over her shoulder at jason, who then threw the water bottle away and chased after her. y/n dove for her sword, rolling out of it as jason swung downward towards her. y/n just barely managed to get her sword upwards, groaning as she pushed against him.
“how’s it going down there, l/n?” jason gasped out, pushing harder.
“it’s pretty relaxing, grace, you should try it out!” y/n called, slamming her foot against his ankle, which caused the boy to lose his shove against her sword, which she then twisted out of his hand. y/n kicked his sword away before slamming backwards against jason, sending him straight to the ground, the blond breathing heavily on the ground. y/n raised the sword to his chin, gasping in breaths. the two stayed like this for a bit before jason got up on his forearms and y/n blinked a few times, like she was coming out of a haze. the crowd was on edge in silence, waiting for the verdict.
“wait- wait, did i just win?” she asked in shock, all the previous venom lost. jason laughed, nodding his head. y/n then scrambled to pull him to his feet, dropping her blade off to the side.
“i can’t celebrate if you’re on the ground,” she told him and then the crowd erupted, both with groans and cheers. there was the exchanging of money and goods, leo proudly taking ten bucks from clarisse, who stomped away.
“dude, i thought you said no comment?! the hypocrisy?!” travis argued in shock and leo looked at the boy as he began to walk away.
“i always bet on blue,” he winked, making his way over to y/n and jason, who were happily talking about the fight they just had.
“i gotta admit, i was scared for a moment there without my sword,” y/n told jason, undoing the straps of her armor and allowing it to fall off.
“oh, come on! after i missed that first swing, i knew i was a goner,” jason replied, waving the girl off as he put his sword away.
“we get it, you’re both amazing!” leo cut in, both of their eyes turning to the boy. y/n pressed a kiss to his cheek, leo’s smile widening.
“i’d say i’m the real winner,” leo started, wrapping his arm around y/n as he gave jason their secret handshake.
“how so?” jason questioned.
“i’ve got both of you on my side, i’ll be surprised if i leave any battle with more than a scratch,” he jokes and they all laugh, y/n cuddling up into leo’s chest. and he couldn’t even find it in him to mind that she was sweaty and her arm cuffs were digging into his side.
“it’s officially a tie, jase, what are we gonna do now?” y/n asks, looking over at the roman boy, who pretended to be deep in thought.
“same time next month?” he replied with a smirk.
“you’re on, sparky!” y/n cheered, taking his hand into hers in a firm shake, both making mental promises that they didn’t need to.
“i’ll bring a stapler next time, put the real fear of gods into you,” y/n tauts with a wink, jason groaning as he follows the pair out of the arena.
“you try to eat a stapler one time,” he huffs and y/n and leo laugh at his tone.
“hey, y/n, lunch on me?” leo prompts, producing a ten from his pocket with a smirk. y/n squints at him suspiciously but nods, knowing how he got that money without having to ask. leo looks over the girl at jason, tilting his head.
“you wanna come, man? i’ll let you pick where,” leo offered but jason shook his head with a smile.
“no, i'm good. have at it, you two,” jason told them, nodding his head as he walked towards his cabin.
he shot a glance over his shoulder at the two, happily laughing and closer than close. his smile seemed unstoppable, as he couldn’t imagine the two without each other. he was glad they found each other and then he was glad he found them.
#postcards from covey ౨ৎ#all my love ౨ৎ#pjo#pjo fandom#heroes of olympus x reader#hoo#percy jackson#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez#jason grace
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The Other Half Part Twenty Three
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Notes: This is a long one y'all. There's more angst, BUT there's a fluffy ending, so. Ya just gotta trust me.
Length: 6K
Warnings: Angst that ends in fluff, so you're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be happy about it; canon-typical violence; a D-level DC villain that's usually more of a Superman baddie, but he's fought Batman once or twice, so.
Summary: When Michelle had announced that she would be moving to Keystone City, you’d burst into tears. Your other friends had passed it off as you being overcome by the news of your oldest and dearest friend moving, but Michelle knew you, and she knew better. It hadn’t taken her long to drag the truth out of you.
“I never liked him.”
Michelle’s flat insistence makes you splutter a laugh through your tears. You sniffle, raising both hands and scrubbing at your eyes, knowing that you're almost certainly ruining your makeup. You’ve tried to put on a brave face, but Michelle has known since you arrived that something was off. She’s banished everyone else from the kitchen, giving the two of you a quiet space to talk. The odd swell of laughter and conversation reaches you every few moments, reminding you that you’re having an incredibly sensitive conversation just a few feet away from people that would probably sell it to the Gotham Gazette for one corn chip.
“Yes, you did,” You argue, raising your hand and scrubbing a tear away.
“...I mean, a little.” Michelle rips a piece of paper towel off of the roll, passing it over. “Did he tell you why?”
You dab at your eyes, trying to piece a reasonable explanation together—one that wouldn’t shock Michelle and expose Bruce’s secret.
You had waited up for Bruce all night, but he’d never come back. At least, he hadn’t come back to you. You’d realized when you’d gone down for breakfast that Bruce had returned, but slept elsewhere—down in the bat cave, maybe, or in an entirely separate wing of the house? But there he was at the table, genially listening to your father discuss whether or not the Metropolis Metros had any chance of making the playoffs that year. You had gotten yourself some coffee and sat at the opposite end of the table, unable to catch Bruce’s eye. He was avoiding it; he was avoiding you. He’d kept that up as you’d seen your parents to the car, as you’d hugged your mother and dodged her attempts to discuss what had been said last night. You saw the firm handshake that Bruce had shared with your father, the strained smile that he’d managed as your father had insisted that he hoped that there weren't any hard feelings.
The two of you had stood side by side as the car pulled out of the driveway, hands to yourselves, eyes set on the fading red tail lights until they were out of sight.
“Can we talk about it?” You finally hedged.
“I don’t think there’s much to talk about.”
You turned to watch him stride away, stunned. It took you a moment to follow, taking the stairs two at a time to catch up.
“I think there’s a hell of a lot to talk about!”
“I don’t agree.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because they’re right.”
“Excuse me?”
“They’re right!” Bruce barked, whirling around to face you. You froze in place, eyes widening as his yell echoed in the foyer. “I can’t keep you safe.”
“You have kept me safe—You do keep me safe, Bruce!”
“If I could, you never would’ve gotten kidnapped in the first place!”
“I got out of there because of you—”
“You got in there because of me!”
“There are people in this world that are just plain greedy, Bruce. There’s nothing that you can do about that, it is not your fault.”
“It’s my fault that you of all people were taken, and as long as you and I are together, you will continue to be a target.”
“I don’t care!”
“I do!”
“Oh, so you get to go out every night and put people away and get the shit kicked out of you even though you know I hate it and that’s fine, right? Bruce Wayne can make his own damn decisions and put himself in as much danger as he wants, but I get into one little situation and that’s it? You’re decided? I don’t get a say in this?”
“You get a say. You have had a say, but I am through knowing that I’m endangering your life.”
“Well let’s think this through, then. Who else are you putting in harm’s way? Lucius, for one—”
“That’s enough—”
“You’re endangering Alfred. Are you telling him that you’re through putting him in danger?”
“Do not bring Alfred into this.”
“It’s a bullshit argument, Bruce.”
“I’m done talking about this,” He warned coldly, turning away from you. You didn’t let him get far, keeping a pace or two behind him as he strode toward the study.
“What if I’m not?”
“I don’t give a damn.”
“What do you want, Bruce?”
“I want you to leave!”
He stopped short again, but there was no danger of you slamming into him this time. In fact, you took one step back, then another. You searched Bruce’s face desperately as your entire body felt like it was going to cave in on itself. You shook your head a little, hands flexing at your sides as you forced yourself not to reach out, not to tug him in and hold him close and beg him, plead with him to reconsider.
“You don’t mean that,” You insisted.
“I do.” Bruce’s gaze dropped to your shoes.
“Look at me.”
“I’ll have Alfred pack your things—”
“Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me that.”
“You can stay at the penthouse until Michelle can move you back in.”
“Bruce, don’t do this—”
“You can take as long as you need.”
“You—” You reached up, grasping the lariat necklace and yanking it roughly. You felt the clasp break roughly against your skin, heard diamonds scatter as you tossed it at his feet. “You are a fucking coward.”
You hadn’t let him see you cry, but you were sure he’d heard you. You’d hardly made it into your shared bedroom before you’d knelt down and let out a raw, sharp scream—one so long and so loud that you were hoarse when it finally broke. You had spent the day hiding out in your room, and had only managed to stop crying just long enough to fake a few smiles at Friendsgiving.
When Michelle had announced that she would be moving to Keystone City, you’d burst into tears again. Your other friends had passed it off as you being overcome by the news of your oldest and dearest friend moving, but Michelle knew you, and she knew better. It hadn’t taken her long to drag the truth out of you.
“We just, um…” You sniffle. “We just haven’t been seeing eye to eye on a lot of things lately.”
“Marriage? Kids?”
You shake your head at her plying.
“A lot of things.”
“...Does this have anything to do with the fact that your parents were at Thanksgiving?”
“Let’s just say their visit was less than stellar.”
“Oh, hon, I’m sorry,” Michelle shakes her head, taking your hands in hers. You give them a gentle squeeze in turn, eyes swimming as you look down at them. She’s quiet for a few moments before she plies:
“What are you going to do?”
“...May as well move to Metropolis,” You admit. “Mom and dad are there, you’re leaving, and Bruce…” You clear your throat. “There’s nothing keeping me here.”
“Will they let you transfer at work?”
“Something tells me they’ll have the bright idea first thing Monday morning.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
“He’s stubborn. Once he gets an idea into his head, he won’t shake it.”
“You can be damn stubborn, too.”
You nod a bit. “I can, but I’m just…” You shake your head as the tears well viciously again. “I’m so damn tired, Mish. I can’t keep fighting for him if he doesn't want me.”
“Honey,” Michelle sighs, crowding close and drawing you into her arms. You curl your hands around her arm, keeping her close as the sobs begin to shake you again.
--
“How is the weather there?”
“We’re really resorting to speaking about the weather?” You smile. “My my, times are desperate. Did you pull the lilies up yet? Must be getting cold over there.”
“Now who is speaking of the weather?”
You chuckle at Alfred’s reminder, shaking your head. The two of you go quiet on your sides of the phone. You focus your gaze on your mom’s macrame plant hanger, shifting from foot to foot. You know how Alfred is (“Just fine, as always, dear.”), but you don’t dare ask how Bruce is.
“Have you settled in?” Alfred presses before you can bring anything else up.
“Um…” Your brow furrows. “The office is nice—bigger desks.”
“And the apartment? The car?”
“I’m with my parents. I don’t have a car.”
Alfred is quiet for a few moments before he offers: “Master Wayne—”
“I know what he did,” You cut in quickly. You'd gotten the email from the newly Wayne-owned apartment building, as well as the message to pick your new car up from the dealership when you'd arrived in Metropolis. “I don’t want anything from him.”
Alfred sighs softly on the other end, and it makes your gut twist. You lean back against the kitchen counter, looking down at the floor.
“...How is he?” You finally mumble.
“He misses you.”
“Funny way of showing it.”
“Buying you an apartment and a car?”
“I don’t care about things, he knows that. If he cared, he would pick up the—...Damn phone,” You trail off in a mumble as you hear yourself growing more and more frustrated. You tried calling him three times before you left Gotham, but you hadn't gotten a single response. You haven't bothered to try since.
“Anyway,” You clear your throat, “You never answered me about the lilies.”
“I have a few weeds to pull up before I cover the beds.”
“You should do that soon. It’s only going to get colder. Are the lights up in the city yet?”
“They are.”
“Must be nice. I love Gotham at Christmas.”
“How is Metropolis?”
“It’s nice! It’s nice. It’s fine. Pretty. Good lights. Not as good as Gotham’s, but good.”
“Are the accommodations at your parents comfortable, at least?”
Comfortable. That isn't the word you’d use. These days, you’re sleeping on a lumpy pullout couch in a cramped living room, living out of a duffel bag. They’re meant to be spending their days comfortably, not with their heartbroken daughter sleeping in the living room and trying to put the pieces of her life together. You’re grateful to them for opening their home, and you feel so ungrateful for feeling crowded, but a week ago, this was not the life that you pictured—
You raise your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose to stem a wave of tears.
“Mhm!” You nod, though Alfred can’t see you, hoping that the affirmative movement will bolster the firmness of your tone. “S’nice, it’s cozy.”
“I am glad to hear it.”
“Yeah! Yeah, thank you.” You clear your throat. “I should get going for work soon, I’ve got a meeting to prep for.”
“Of course. I'll send the remainder of your things tomorrow."
“Sounds great. I’ll call you soon.”
“It will be lovely to hear from you then.”
“It’s lovely to hear from you now.” You smile bitterly. “Bye, Alfred.”
“Goodbye.”
You lower the phone and hang up, raising your hand to swipe at the few tears that have managed to slip. Work, you have got to get to work. Your parents' place is a quick bus and train ride to and from the office, but you’ve been getting in early to get up to speed—and with the hopes of avoiding the paparazzi.
There aren’t nearly as many as there were when you were in Gotham, but so far, you’ve had a handful lingering around the front door when you leave. They always throw out questions—Why’d you leave Gotham? Did you and Wayne break up? Did he cheat on you? Why aren’t you living in the apartment with your name on it? Are you ever going back to Gotham?
You hadn’t bothered to answer a single question, just kept your head down and strode toward the train station. They had the decency not to follow you on, or back to the apartment. When you arrive this morning, there isn’t anyone with a camera outside the building. You give the receptionist a friendly smile before you head to the elevator, pressing the up button with a knuckle to keep from dropping your phone or spilling your coffee.
The office is quiet when you step inside. You can see a couple of other people there, but they don’t acknowledge you as you settle in. You open your laptop, humming to yourself as the laptop begins to boot up. You heard a few carolers performing Silver Bells on your way to the office, and it is stuck in your head now. You rest your chin on your hand, trying to picture what the grounds’ gardens must look like all covered over. You can picture Alfred crouching down, covering the raised beds with chicken wire, with Bruce pulling it taut from the other end—
You shift in your seat, trying to push the thought of Bruce away.
He’d be bundled up, too, maybe using the spare pair of gloves that you bought for Alfred—
Ugh, stop it! Stop, just banish him from your mind. That’s probably impossible, sure, but you can pretend, right? You click on the internet app, and freeze when you see the loaded article on the homepage: Bruce helping a model out of a car. You recognize her. You're sure that you’ve seen her at a couple of Liz’s parties. You can’t quite remember her name, though…Your eyes stray to the description before you force them away again, pulling up your email and biting the inside of your cheek to keep from letting tears fall. It feels like all you can do these days is cry, no matter what you do. You know that getting over Bruce is going to be slow-going.
Your hand strays to your neck, where the lariat necklace used to sit…No. Nope, letting it go. Taking out your headphones, putting on your favorite angsty playlist and letting it go.
--
“How was your day, honey?”
You poke through your container of leftovers as you lean against the kitchen counter. You give your mom’s question a placid smile, and don’t bother to say a word. You know that an admonishment isn’t far behind.
“Oh, don’t stand and eat,” She tuts just a moment later when she spots you.
“I’m fine standing, mom. I've been sitting all day.”
“Your day, honey.”
“It was okay. We got the invite for the Christmas party, it’s next week.”
“Everyone was nice?”
“It’s an office job, not my first day of kindergarten.”
“Well,” She sniffs, “Forgive me for asking a question.”
You roll your eyes.
“Everyone's pretty nice, yeah, but...I don't know. We reviewed this application for a toy maker who wanted to set up a workshop for the holidays, but the board wound up turning it down. I thought it seemed like a good cause,”
“Oh really, that’s nice.”
Nice. She isn’t listening—but you push on anyway:
“It’s a bummer, you know, this Schott Jr. guy’s application was kinda…Sad. It was a little childish, though. I think the writing on the grant really messed up his chances.”
“You can tell me about it later, hon. I have my quilting group tonight.”
God, your mother has more of a life than you do these days. “Well, have fun. Where’s dad?”
“Late shift.”
“Out on Neville Island? Jeez, how late are they gonna keep him?”
“Your father is a big boy.”
“I know, just…”
Your mom casts you an almost pitying look. “This isn’t Gotham, sweetie. He’ll be fine.”
You nod a little, peering down into your remaining leftovers.
“Have fun at quilt club,” You add as your mom heads for the door.
“Sure! We’ll keep it down when we come in!”
“Yeah, I know you all get really wild while quilting.”
“Oh, and honey?”
“Mm?”
“Try not to spend the night sulking. Maybe…I don’t know, go to a bar, pick someone up—”
You choke roughly as you accidentally inhale the bite of food. You regain your breath, throat throbbing as you gasp, “Mom!”
“The only way to get over someone is to get under someone! Okay, I’m going, I’m going,” She insists, holding her hands up in mock-surrender as she edges for the door, taking up her quilting tote bag. You scoff, turning and practically flinging the remainder of the leftovers into the trash as you hear her footsteps retreat down the hall.
“Only way to get over someone is to get under someone,” You mumble, “Fucking…Unreal.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, glancing toward the trash can. Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown out those leftovers. You’re still hungry. Maybe you ought to get yourself out of the apartment, grab some food. Or...You reach into your pocket, drawing out your phone. You don’t call Alfred again—instead, you dial Michelle’s number and walk over to the couch, plopping onto it. You wince a little, glancing down at the cushions. You really should be more gentle with it, you are sleeping on it all the time.
You set the sound to speaker as you wait. It rings…And rings…And—
“You better not be calling to tell me that you’re back with that jerk.”
You can’t help but smile at Michelle’s candor.
“I haven’t even heard from…Him.”
“That jerk. Call him a jerk.”
“Mish, please.”
“Well, he is. But I guess I’ve said it enough for both of us.”
“How’s Keystone City?”
“Honey, I have never seen so much corn in all my damn life.”
“Is it doing the men out there any good?”
“It would have to be super corn if it did.”
“How’s the apartment?”
“Oh my god, it's fucking huge. Half the price we were paying in Gotham for double the size. You should move down here. With our joint funds, we’d be able to build our own mansion.”
“Mm, I don’t think I could move down just yet. I’ve only been at the Foundation for three months, and just moved to this location a week ago. If I up and left now, I’d lose my job in minutes.”
“We could find you one down here.”
“Is it very busy down there?”
“No. But maybe you could do with slowing down a bit.”
“Maybe. Hey, have you gotten your tree yet?”
“Have you?”
“The couch folds out right where it would go. Mom’s thinking of getting a small one that she can put on the kitchen counter.”
“She wouldn’t.”
“...I think it’s guilt,” You admit. “She’s why I’m here, anyway.”
“Ugh, you’ve hit the point of blaming your mother. Finally—took you long enough.”
“Well,” You grumble, “She wasn’t thinking, but her not thinking kinda got me on her couch. You know what she told me before going quilting?”
“What?”
“That I should go pick up a stranger.”
“What?” Michelle screeches, and you wince, turning your head away from the phone. “Oh, my god! Are you mortified? I would die, oh my god!”
You giggle, a lightness taking over you for the first time in several days.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, the sexual tension between me and the electrical sockets are slowly creeping up. I’ve gotta find my own place.”
“If you need a reference—”
“I’ll call you—”
“I will lie through my teeth.”
“You’re a dear.”
“...Have you spoken to him?”
No. “No.”
“Have you blocked him?”
No. “Yes.”
“Do you miss him?”
Terribly. “Maybe.”
“...Okay, here me out—”
“Oh, no, Mish—”
“I’m just saying, maybe your mom is on to something. Not like that, but—have you taken a moment for yourself since you got to Metropolis?”
You think for a few moments, shifting back on the couch.
“...No, I’m just working,” You admit softly. “I feel like if I let myself do anything but work, I’ll just…I’ll fall apart.” Your words quiver as you say it.
“I’m not saying don’t think about it,” She reassures. “I mean…It was almost a year with him, you know? Just…Don’t let that be the only thing that you think about.”
You sink back into your seat, lips pursing as your eyes begin to wet.
“I don’t,” You protest weakly. Michelle sighs on the other end, and you know that you haven’t fooled her for a moment. You shake your head, resolved to push the conversation in another direction:
“Are you going to paint any rooms in your apartment?”
“...I got a few paint samples.” You can hear how reluctant Michelle is to move on, but feel a swell of gratefulness when she does. “Mostly blues and greens. I’m thinking of some kind of turquoise for the kitchen.”
“Some kind of turquoise? Isn’t there only one kind of turquoise?”
“You know, I used to think that, but the paint section of the store proved me very, very wrong.”
--
You tuck yourself in early, knowing that you won’t be asleep by the time your parents get in. Still, you’d rather fake it than have them ask you if you had a nice night in. Worse, your mother could ask if you’d gone out and gotten under someone, as it were. You stare up at the ceiling, trying to focus on taking slow, even breaths.
You can’t help that Bruce creeps up in your mind.
What’s he doing right now? Is he creeping through some alley? Swooping down on a wrongdoer? Conferring with Gordon?
Elspeth Emerson, that’s that model’s name. She’d hardly spoken a word to you the couple of times that you had met her. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember what her voice sounded like.
Can you even remember what Bruce’s voice sounded like?
“I want you to leave!”
You wince at the thought, and you roll onto your side, as if you can pull away from the memory. Yes, you remember what Bruce’s voice sounds like. How long will it take until you forget? You peer through the curtains, chest muddling with pangs of regret and sadness as your mind begins to race—to wonder if things would be different if you’d just fought a little harder—
But how many times can you give your love to a man that’s trying to push you away? A man who only took a few days to get over you—or at least to go out and make it seem like he’s moving on?
He must have known that you wouldn’t use that apartment, or that car. He must have just wanted to seem like the bigger person, as if he wasn't the one that had sent you packing. You huff softly, raising your hand to swipe your tears away as they begin to leak. It’s no use; a few slip. It’s only a moment before the trickle turns into a stream, dampening the pillow beneath your head.
--
You fall into a rhythm. It isn’t a rut—it is decidedly not a rut. You manage to get up and out of the apartment before your parents are awake in the morning. The paparazzi stop lingering around the office, because your existence ceases to be news. You stop flinching at the mention of Bruce’s name; you stop hearing his voice as you try to fall asleep. The ache of missing him doesn’t disappear, but it lessens, some. You don’t take your mom’s recommendation of getting over Bruce by getting under someone else. You consider it, sure. You download a couple of dating apps, but you never actually make a profile. There’s just nothing about it that feels right.
You speak with Alfred almost daily—usually on the phone, if not over text. You don’t ask about how Bruce is doing, and he doesn’t tell you.
That doesn’t stop you wondering.
--
“What the hell is that?”
“Did you see it?”
“It’s so cute!”
“Do you think it’s some kind of office Christmas gift or something? A little teaser before the holiday party later?”
“You hear Wayne’s gonna be in attendance? Someone said they thought the saw him in the elevator. Do you think it’s because of…You know—”
“Who cares—Hey, does that thing move or is it just a decoration?”
Your coworker’s chatter draws your focus, and you turn away from your laptop. You can see people crowding around something by the elevators. You stand, joining them and peering around them to try and get a look at what they’re talking about. You can just catch a glimpse of a brightly colored, 5-foot tall nutcracker. Your brow furrows as you take in the fuzzy beard, the crisp blue paint of the nutcracker’s coat, the bright gold buttons, and the rifle tucked at its side. You nod at the painted script on one of the boots.
“What’s that say?”
“Schott and Son.” One of your coworkers steps forward, stepping around it and eyeing the back. “There’s a button back here!”
Schott and Son. God, why does that sound familiar?
“Press it!” Someone else urges. You hear the gears crank and whir, quickly covered by a music box rendition of the Nutcracker Suite. You smile a little, as the Nutcracker’s arms move as if marching. You all startle, then laugh as it steps forward and does a short bow. It reaches around itself, and your stomach churns as it grasps the butt of its rifle. You take a step back, warning,
“Uh, guys—”
“Lighten up,” Someone scoffs, “It’s just a toy.”
Their insistence is stifled by a gunshot, leaving the tip of the rifle smoking. You hear two panicked huffs before someone screams. You whirl around to see blood pouring from your coworker’s shoulder. Their scream is chased by others as the Nutcracker ventures deeper into the office, firing again. You scramble away as the others do, running for whatever cover you can find. You stumble as someone gives you a shove, practically climbing over you to get out of the way. You crawl along the floor, getting beneath a desk and tugging a chair in. You fold yourself in as tight as you can, clasping your hands together and fighting to keep your breathing and quiet as you peer out, watching people scramble to get out of the way of the Nutcracker.
Fuck, you left your phone on your desk, so you can’t call 911—Surely someone has, right? Someone’s heard the commotion from another floor, or an alarm has gone off, something—
You hear a horrifying thud, chased by a few more gunshots. You wince with the furious bashing sounds, raising your hands to press over your ears. You focus on your own pounding heart, your rapid breathing—
The feeling of the chair shifting beside you makes you scream and open your eyes.
The sight of Bruce crouching beside your desk makes you crumble.
--
“...It’s nice.”
It’s a feeble attempt at a compliment and a conversation starter. It’s also an insane understatement. It seems that Bruce didn’t only buy you this apartment—he’d had it furnished, and filled the fridge and cabinets with groceries, spices, all of your favorite goodies. You look from the fully stocked bar cart by the kitchen over to the living room, where Bruce is hurriedly closing the curtains over the lowered shades.
Maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise that the apartment he chose is so big.
Just being the bigger person, You remind yourself, He doesn’t want to be the bad guy.
Bruce finally turns to look at you. You see his lips twitch with something unspoken before he purses them and swallows thickly. He looks so wan—pallid, and tired. He’d looked it when he’d found you beneath that desk, after apparently smashing the shit out of that Nutcracker with a printer. The ride to this apartment (in the car that he had bought for you and had driven to the office) hadn’t made it any better. Neither of you had spoken.
“You never, um…” You clear your throat. “What are you doing in Metropolis?"
“It was requested that I make an appearance at the holiday party.”
Your gaze narrows slightly. You smell bullshit...But you're not really in the mood to litigate it right now.
“Right.”
You turn away, finally, shrugging off your coat and tossing it over the back of a chair as you head for the bar cart.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Mr. Wayne. Great, even.” You take up a clean glass, setting it windowsill beside the car before you reach for the bottle of whiskey. “You want some?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“More for me, then.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that right now?”
“I can’t think of a better time.”
You reach for the seal, struggling to twist it off before you fling it away. You grasp the bottle firmly, trying to ignore your shaking hands as you lift it and the glass. You can’t steady them no matter how hard you try, but you pour anyway, some of the liquid sloshing over the sides and onto your fingers—
You go still as Bruce crowds up close to you, grasping your hands and forcing them down. The glass connects with the windowsill with a sharp, shrill sound; you wouldn’t be surprised if it was chipped, if not cracked. You squeeze your eyes closed as you just feel him—the heat and strength of him up against your back; the gentle press of his face against your hair, and the sound of him drawing in a deep breath; the warmth of his hands, steady over yours. Your lower lip begins to wobble as Bruce intertwines your fingers, using his grasp on your hands to curl your arms around yourself.
“Good thing I wasn’t in Gotham,” You quip dryly, forcing your stern tone over the your rapidly fracturing resolve, “Or today could’ve been a real disaster.”
You shake Bruce off, stepping out of his arms and snatching your glass from the sill, striding more deeply into the living room. You hear Bruce sigh behind you before he hedges:
“What do you want me to say?”
“An apology would be nice.”
“You want me to apologize for wanting you safe?”
“Was I safe today?” You snap, whirling to face him again. “Was that—Killer nutcracker something I was safe from? You can’t anticipate every moment of my life, Bruce. No matter where I go, I could be in danger. What, do you want me confined to a room somewhere and permanently out of harm’s way? What if someone breaks into that room?”
You search his face, desperate for some kind of recognition, some kind of understanding. Bruce shakes his head, his gaze dropping shamefully to his shoes. You lower yourself into an armchair, peering down at the amber liquid, watching it shift with your still-shaking hands. You hear Bruce cross the room before his shoes come into view. He grasps the wooden coffee table, tugging it closer and sitting on the edge of it.
“I just don’t…I don’t like the idea that someone could come after you again, with the purpose of getting to me, or getting something from me,” He admits softly. “I can’t be the reason that I lose someone I love. I can’t do that again.”
You lift your head as Bruce’s voice breaks, heart stuttering as you see his eyes well with tears. You set the drink aside, taking his hands in yours.
“I know that it scares you. It scares me, too. But Bruce, you cannot protect me from everything. But you do—” Your voice breaks as your face twists with upset, “You do protect me, from so much. You protected me after the kidnapping, you protected me today. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t know what would’ve happened…’Sides between this and the attempted robbery at the store, I think I’ve proven that I can get into plenty of trouble all by myself.”
Bruce huffs a shaky laugh through his nose as he nods. He raises your joined hands to his lips, pressing kisses to your knuckles.
“I’ve missed you so goddamn much,” He murmurs.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“I want…” He winces at the phrasing, and seems to reconsider. “I mean…Would you consider coming home?”
Home. Your chest aches with it—with the thought of the mansion, and Alfred, and the covered garden beds.
“Bruce…I love you so much. I want us to have a life together, but…” You shake your head, steeling yourself as his face falls, “But I can’t keep having this argument. I can’t be pushed away from you over and over again and keep wanting to come back. This nearly broke me—No, Bruce,” You chase his gaze as he averts his, holding his eye as your tone grows more firm. “I understand that you want me in one piece, I get it. But how the fuck do you think I feel, night after night, knowing that every time you leave may be the last time I see you?...If I come back,” You hedge carefully, “This is…It. If we implode, or you change your mind and throw me out again, we’re through, I mean really through—”
“That will never happen again.”
“But—”
“You have my word.” He says it firmly, holding your eye as you held his. “I…I acted like an asshole. I didn’t want you to leave, but I thought it would be better for you.”
“Nothing about this has been better for me.”
“I know, I see that now. I’m sorry.”
You nod a little, looking down at your hands.
“...You just want me back in Gotham so you can keep a closer eye on me.”
Bruce chuckles softly, raising a hand to cup your cheek.
“I want you back in Gotham because nothing has been right since you left.”
You tip your face into his hand, letting your eyes slide closed and allowing your tears to fall as you accept the gentle touch. Bruce shushes you softly, smoothing your tears away and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Tell you what,” He murmurs. “Why don’t you call your parents, let them know you’re alright and you’re spending the night here before we go back. I’ll figure out getting your things back in a couple of days.”
“They’re not gonna like that…And the Foundation’s going to be pissed.”
“S’okay. I think they’ll understand you transferring back after what happened in the office. They've cancelled the holiday party to secure the building, make sure that thing didn't have any extra surprises hiding anywhere.”
“Speaking of which,” You lean back, scrubbing your eyes. “There’s someone you should look into.”
“What do you mean?”
“The uh…The Nutcracker, it had a name on it—”
“Schott and Son.”
“Right. Winslow Schott Jr. put in an application for funding from the Foundation, but it was denied.”
Bruce’s frown deepens. “When did this happen?”
“Uh—Two weeks ago, maybe? He left a few angry calls and emails, but then he dropped off, so we figured he’d given up.”
“Did he have a company he applied through, or was it just him?”
“Umm…” Your brow furrows as you try to remember. “It was…The Toymaker, or…The Toyman, something like that.”
Bruce hums, nodding. “I’ll have Fox pull the file, see what we can find.”
“Okay.”
You stand and step away, and only make it a couple of steps before you hear Bruce stand. He catches hold of your hand, folding you into his arms. You go willingly, pressing your face into his neck and drawing in a deep breath as you cuddle close.
"Bruce?"
"Mm."
"Why are you really in Metropolis? I know you, you hate these parties."
Bruce's thumb sweeps along your lower back as he peers gently at you.
"I needed to see you," He admits softly. "It was just supposed to be for a minute...But I was headed to your floor, and I heard the shots, and..." His face goes tight, his jaw tensing. "I couldn't stop myself."
"I'm glad you didn't," You give him a small, reassuring smile. "But I'm a little biased." You reach up, gently sweeping your fingers across his stubbled cheek.
“You haven’t been sleeping,” You accuse.
“Told you,” He mumbles, “Nothing’s felt right since I lost you.”
You tip your chin, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Then it looks like you found me just in time."
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#Bruce Wayne x Reader#Bruce Wayne x You#Bruce Wayne/Reader#Bruce Wayne/You#Bruce Wayne fic#Bruce Wayne imagine#The Other Half
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WHEEZING, so Dick is directly and super explicitly told not to leave the house, Bruce was not being joking about it, he said that with the most grimdark Batman face you can imagine from a 2010 comic, Alfred even was there to keep an eye on him, and he still sneaked out, got tied up and thrown into the Gotham bay and had to be rescued by Superman, all while he never did get his geometry homework done, and don't tell Batman because he might be grounded of all things!
AND CLARK KENT
aka S U P E R M A N
DECIDES, SURE, THAT'S A THING THAT SHOULD BE NOT JUST CONDONED BUT ACTIVELY HELPED ON.
He sneaks Dick back into Wayne Manor, so when Bruce checks on him, he won't get grounded, you know, for going after gunrunners and ALMOST DYING IN THE PROCESS, then Clark sneaks his geometry homework to finish it for Dick at superspeed, so he won't get caught, and I'm just cry-laughing because CLARK KENT IS A REAL ONE.
I mean, he still is bad enough at this that they LEFT ROBIN'S CYCLE AT THE SCENE and Dick was probably grounded until he was FORTY after that, but you can't say Clark Kent doesn't come through for his friends, even when it's helping a kid not to get caught by his dad for sneaking out and nearly getting himself killed, CLARK KENT IS NOT A GODDAMNED SNITCH. I am in tears, please give them their own entire series, World's Finest is not enough for me, I need The Adventures Of Superman And Nightwing: What Will Piss Off Batman The Most, Let's Do That :D every month.
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Duke hcs? 🤲
Headcanon A: realistic
without realising it, he often thinks in negative space. as he sketches, he finds himself isolating shadows, rather than light - unconciously identifying what his eyes can't see. he considers studying architecture, or engineering, and rebuilding the west side into something shining and good that his parent's would be proud to return to. a rooftop that will catch the sunrise of a morning, windows looking to the water. if he grovels a little, damian will add tiny, scaled, illustrated residents to the future he wants to build. he puts himself, incandescently small and rendered in chicken scratch, square between those he loves.
Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious
looking at superman for the first time almost blinds him. starfire is even worse. getting introduced to superboy by tim was a little better, but only because he was already wearing sunglasses indoors. kon's bright smile just makes his eyes water. when he is close to them, it's like standing next to a lit fuse, pulsing with energy and just out of reach.
Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends
duke doesn't come out the other side of the war being scared of clowns. he keeps waiting to be, but he sees the joker's pale face, his ratcheting cackle, his pastel suit and bulging yellow eyes as pathetic, not terrifying. instead, one night at jay's, he's flicking through stations and ends up on reruns of full house. his mom loved comedies - living single, frasier, seinfeld, fresh prince, and black adder. it makes his heart hurt, and he settles in to watch when the first laugh track kicks in. terror. horror, disgust, roiling revulsion in his stomach as he hears it in his mind, laughing at everything, laughing at him, like his mother is sat before him again unknowing and hysterical and agonised. he shuts it off, hands clapped over his ears, trying to breathe. no one is there but him. even jay can't hear him cry.
Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.
duke remembers jason todd's dildo dome phase. during dick's brief reign as the batman, he'd watched red hood misjudge the height of a fire escape and accidentally wedge his head in between the rungs on a tight angle. once duke realises it's the same person, he can't take him seriously. he thinks about jason's accidentally beaning himself trying to walk through a low doorway. he wonders if jason can still turn his head, or if he has to pivot his whole body like an owl when he's wearing the helmet. he considers the dome's practical uses as a headpiece, or as an exercise in fashion delusion. jason tries to intimidate him, once, and duke just says: "keep it in the bedroom, butt boy," and takes off before jason realises what's going on.
#wehehehehehe#duke thomas#jason todd#dc comics#batfam#the ask and the answer#ask game#b and d really should be swapped but idc
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Grief ( A Friend Indeed) Part 11
Here we finally get the singing love songs at each other, a misunderstanding, and it's resolution. The next chapter is the last one. Thank you all who've come along with me on this journey.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
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Steve woke up the next morning feeling like the world had been taken off his shoulders for the first time since he ran back into the Byers’ house and throw his lot in with would-be monster killers.
Yeah, the thing with Hopper still hadn’t been resolved and maybe never would be, but he had someone who understood. Eddie understood.
The next few days went without incident. Steve still talked to Robin whenever he could, but now he had someone else to talk to, too. He called Percy as well.
But that was reserved for when Eddie wasn’t around. He wanted to talk to someone about being in an gay relationship. And even without knowing Eddie’s romantic history, there was still no doubt that Percy had way more experience than his friend.
It felt good.
Soon it was their last night in Ashland and they were all at Hal’s Bar. Penny, Danny, Wayne, too. Oliver was watching Gale while everyone else went out.
Granted he had only agreed to babysit if Penny and Danny bought him a Nintendo system for his birthday, but it was still nice.
Danny got up and sang Donovan’s Sunshine Superman to Penny, who laughed.
“I’ll tell you right now,” Danny sang, “Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find!”
Steve laughed along with her but he couldn’t help but think of Eddie when he heard the lyrics “A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne, Bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own, when you make your mind up forever to be mine!”
That silly little throne he insisted on having at every D&D game, that finally Steve got Dustin and Lucas to help him steal it from the drama department when Eddie graduated and install it in Steve’s basement so that he could continue to be King of the Freaks.
Eddie had nearly cried when he saw it. As far as graduation presents go, it really couldn’t be topped.
Steve shared a glance with Eddie who blushed. And maybe they were thinking of the same thing.
They even got Wayne up there to sing House of the Rising Sun.
Steve nudged Eddie with his elbow. “And you said he couldn’t carry a tune. I think he did a bang up job with that one,” he teased.
Eddie grumbled something about hiding talents under bushes or some such shit.
Steve got up and sang “Head Over Heels”.
Just belted his heart out.
*
Eddie and Lauren were sitting there sipping their drinks, Hal, having gave Eddie a bottle of beer since his birthday was so close and Lauren sipping on her Dr Pepper.
“So did you hear that Steve turned down Beth of all people?” Lauren said with derision.
Eddie smiled around his beer. “Oh yeah, but Steve was never gonna tap that, even under more ideal circumstances than attending a funeral.”
“Yeah, why’s that?” she asked.
“His type is leggy brunettes with soulful eyes and curly brown hair,” he said with a smirk.
Lauren turned to Eddie in shock. “So he really would have changed the pronouns that first night if he hadn’t thought that the crowd would shank him outside the bar after.”
“Yup!”
“Holy shit!” She downed the rest of her soda. “Which means the person he has chance with...”
“Is from home, but not at home at the moment?” he teased. “Oh yeah. No doubt he was talking about me.”
“Wait,” Lauren hissed. “How did you know that’s what he said?”
“I may have overheard the conversation on my way to the bathroom,” he admitted with a wince.
She smacked his arm. “You sly dog! You’ve known this whole time and didn’t tell me!”
“It wasn’t my place to tell,” Eddie defended. “He hasn’t even told me she was the reason he wanted to get out of town in the first place.”
She eyed him warily. “Fine.” Lauren crossed her arms over her chest.
“Fine?” he asked, unsure.
“Yeah, it sucks,” she said. “But I get it.”
She looked up at Steve who was finishing the song. “That song is also about you.”
“In my mind’s eye, one little boy, one little man. Funny how time flies,” Steve crooned.
Eddie grinned. “Yeah, I know that too.”
“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Lauren said.
Eddie got up and gave Steve a hug as they passed each other. Hal had already hooked up the amp so Eddie could play.
He grabbed the guitar and put the strap over his shoulder. “Hey, guys! I have one more song for you before I go back to Indiana.”
“Mh-hm-hmm, yeah, yeah,” Eddie began. “Holy Diver. You’ve been down too long in the midnight sea. Oh what’s be coming of me?”
Steve blushed.
Lauren tilted her head to look at him and then back at Eddie on stage. There was something about the song Eddie was singing that got Steve embarrassed.
Well, maybe that wasn’t the right word. Flustered? That might be closer to the mark.
“Holy diver!” Eddie continued to sing. “You’re the star of the masquerade. No need to look afraid!”
A few minutes later the song was over with and was absolutely star struck.
When Eddie loped back over to their table Steve said, “Dude, you really should be famous for your playing.”
Eddie grinned. “But not my singing, right?”
Steve pushed him playfully. “For that too, drama queen.”
Eddie cackled and sat back down.
Steve watched as other patrons got up and sang too. None were as good as Eddie. But then he was pretty sure he was bias.
Eddie walked out with Steve and Lauren at ten despite being told he was welcome to stay.
“So what’s the deal with Wayne and Hal?” Steve asked. “They spent the whole night huddled in that corner booth.”
Eddie laughed. “Hal and Wayne go way back. Since Uncle Danny and Aunt Penny got married. They’ve been inseparable.”
Steve just hummed.
Lauren looked at him. “What’s up?”
Steve scratched his cheek. “It’s just that if either of them had been a woman, it would have looked they were trying to change their last name.”
Lauren and Eddie frowned unsure of what he meant but Lauren caught on first.
“You thought they were flirting?” she gasped.
Steve shrugged. “One of my uncles is gay and if I hadn’t seen them act the same way as Wayne and Hal...”
Eddie stopped in his tracks and then burst out laughing.
“That sly dog!” Eddie crowed. “That’s what he meant when he said that he understood me better than I thought he did when I came out to him when I was sixteen.”
Lauren’s eyes went wide. “I have two gay uncles?”
Steve laughed too. “I didn’t mean to rock your world.”
Lauren looked back at the bar. “I think I know how to get Hal to bend the rules for me.”
Eddie smacked her hand. “No blackmailing Uncle Wayne’s boyfriend. That’s mean.”
Lauren pouted. “Fiiinnnne.” She grinned. “Does that mean I can blackmail Uncle Wayne?”
“No!” Steve protested. “Absolutely not!”
Eddie giggled. “Uh-huh, you got him to use his mom no. You’re in so much trouble now.”
“I do not have a mom no,” Steve protested. “Don’t listen to him he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Eddie cackled. “It’s the same no you used with Red in her trailer.”
Steve’s jaw dropped. “Well, shit.” He turned to Lauren. “Apparently I have a mom no.”
She laughed.
Steve was really going to miss her. Maybe he could convince her to come out later this summer, too.
*
Eddie was not having a good morning. He couldn’t find his Metallica shirt, tore up the whole room looking for it, only for Wayne to point out he was wearing it.
And then he spilled hot coffee on his pants and to change them.
Then the tarp they were going to use to cover the furniture they got was ripped in three places. So Danny had too take Wayne to buy a new one, because the one he had was too small.
So they were late getting out. The skies were darkening and a huge storm was rolling in.
Cue one very grumpy Eddie.
Steve wasn’t fairing much better but that was more that he wasn’t fully awake yet.
“I’ve got to go with Wayne,” Eddie grumbled. “I see you at the truck station we stopped on the way down, k?”
Steve nodded, his lips pursed. “Got it. See you then.”
Eddie nodded and trudged back to the truck.
Wayne wisely said nothing and they both slid into the cab of the truck.
“Your boy going to find the truck stop okay?” he asked to break the oppressive silence.
“He’s not my boy,” Eddie grumbled. “Not yet anyway.”
They started driving and Wayne looked in the review mirror to make sure Steve was following him.
He frowned. “Is he okay?”
Eddie looked back at the Bimmer and saw that Steve was hitting the steering wheel, waving his arms about and he couldn’t be sure. Not at this distance. But it looked like he was crying.
“Shit!” he cursed. “Stop the truck!”
Wayne slammed on his breaks and Eddie threw open the door and ran back.
About half way to Steve’s car the skies opened up and just pummeled the earth with rain.
Eddie picked up speed and yanked the passenger side door open. He hurried in and slammed the door.
“Eds?” Steve croaked confirming the crying as easily as the tears on his face. “What–how–I mean...”
Eddie grabbed his face and gently wiped away his tears. “You seem to be laboring under some misconceptions out here. So I’m going to clue you in.”
Steve blinked. “Huh?”
“One, I have go with Wayne to keep an on the tarp over the heavy furniture,” Eddie explained, hands never leaving Steve’s cheeks. “He needs a second person as a spotter to make sure nothing flies into traffic.”
Steve gulped. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” Eddie said firmly. “Two, I would much rather be in this car with you. Getting to spend this week with you have been amazing because I got to know you better and I loved that. I love just being with you.”
“Oh,” Steve said, his breath stuttering in his chest.
“Yeah, oh,” Eddie said. “And you better listen up to this bit, Steve Harrington, because I’m going to make this a clear to you as I can. I am absolutely head over heels in love you.”
“Oh.”
“So what’s going to happen,” Eddie finished, “is this. I’m going to kiss you senseless, then I’m going to run back to Wayne’s truck in the fucking rain because the weather decided to be a bigger dramatic bitch then I am, and then I will meet you at the truck stop to repeat step one a lot.”
Steve face shivered into something like happiness. It wasn’t a smile, not yet, but Eddie could feel the change of mood.
“That okay with you?” Eddie confirmed.
Steve smiled at last banishing the last of the gloomy thoughts. “Yeah.”
“Good,” Eddie said and proceeded to kiss Steve senseless.
“Wow,” Steve murmured when they broke of the kiss.
Eddie cackled. “Back 'atcha, Stevie.”
“You better get back to Wayne, before you flood the cab of his truck because you left your door open.”
Eddie turned in front of him. “Oops! See you, sweetheart!” He kissed Steve’s cheek and was dashing back into the rain, jacket pulled over his head.
He got to the truck and slipped back in. The seat was wet, but so was his pants so it really didn’t fucking matter at that point.
“So you still wanna argue he’s not your boy?” Wayne asked with a smile.
“Nope.” Eddie just crossed his arms and hunkered down on the bench.
“You not going to tell me about what just happened?”
Eddie looked at him, grinning from ear to ear. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
Wayne shook his head and started driving again. This time Steve immediately followed.
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Pt 12
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hmm. i feel like Superman is the type to give his superhero friends’ child sidekicks money.
Superman: hey Flash! hey Kid Flash!! *tousles Wally’s hair and hands him a dollar*
Wally: fucking sick :D
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DPXDC Prompt #26
Everyone gets a mark on their wrist when they turn 15. Clark Kent gets a weird mark that looks like a wispy D with a small P in it, he has no idea what it means…
Danny Fenton Gets a weird S… his mom sees it whispers something about zero day and tells him to cover it up and never show it to anyone.
Years pass and Clark is gearing up for his internship with his friend Jimmy. Danny had been on the run from the GIW for years after his parents found out his secret, he finds himself in metropolis, what happens when the new superhero Superman has his soul mark?
Danny feels conflicted, everything else his parents taught him were false, was his soul-mark one of them?
#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny phantom#superman#metropolis#clark kent#IDK maybe Jimmy and Tucker are soulmates too#Danny is super bitter at the world#Clark Kent is a himbo#Fight me on it#ill die on this hill#Ones a feral angry goblin ones a golden retriever#my adventures with superman
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a request please, jaosn x reader, how do percy, poseidon, hera and tyson react if jason apologizes to them because the adorable blonde superman dreamed that he kissed the reader without permission (he hasn't confessed yet) and thinks he's a pervert :D
I dreamed about that today, my younger sister was scared because apparently I laughed very hard in my dreams at dawn.
guilty ๑´ blurb
— jason grace x daughter of poseidon!reader
summary: practically what is above. Jason being a silly in love
warnings: none, maybe swearing.
a/n: heyy. dessert is served. hope you like it. Jason asking for forgiveness and taking responsibility for everything is the most roman thing. so sweet too. i love him. 😭
—I made a big mistake.
Everyone's expressions changed completely. Coming from Jason, a confession like that couldn't be taken lightly.
“What would he have done to bring two gods?” Percy wondered as he looked at Tyson. And why did he want them to be there too?
Hera cleared her throat and straightened her posture.
—Jason... what are you talking about?
— was not my intention.
His voice sounded shaky and his cheeks struggled not to turn red.
— what wasn't your intention, boy? Should we call my brother? — Poseidon stabbed his trident into the grass and looked askance at Percy for an explanation, but he was just as confused.
Jason's skin crawled and he shook his head.
— I don't want to put my father in disgrace.
Hera touched her chest and encouraged Jason to continue as he took a seat at one of those dining tables at Camp Half-Blood. What would her champion have done so wrong that he sought refuge in her first rather than her father?
— Nept... Poseidon.— Jason bowed before him. Then he bowed to Tyson and Percy too. The brothers saw each other out of the corner of their eyes. Totally confused.—I dreamed of her daughter, desecrating her lips with a kiss.
Nobody said anything for a few seconds, those sounds of nature became more intense in the dining room, but the air was filled with disbelief.
The tension disappeared from the god's shoulders and he looked at Hera confused. She let out a whimper and rested his forehead on the palm of her hand as she shook her head. If he was right in his suspicions, that action indicated an "Oh, not again."
Jason deepened his reverence before the god.
— I beg your forgiveness. Although I know I don't deserve any after committing such an atrocity.
Gods, what?
Poseidon held back the urge to laugh but Percy, his son, didn't help him when he burst into laughter. Tyson imitated his brother without knowing why he did it, but he seemed funny. That's when the sea god let out a laugh, still very polite.
Hera scowled at him but she couldn't deny it, it was a complete joke.
Jason looked at them with his eyebrow slightly raised as the three of them laughed and Hera sagged in embarrassment.
What had he done wrong?
—boy, have you already told my daughter that you like her?
Jason's cheeks flushed, his pale skin not helping him hide it at all.
—No sir. That is why-
— Do it. Stop the nonsense. — He pointed the trident at him and Percy looked cautiously at his father, taking care that he didn't overdo it with his friend — And if you do anything to my baby... you'll die.
—Poseidon! — Hera screeched.
He laughed — No, it's not true. But be careful boy. You almost gave us a... again, what's that phrase?
— A heart attack— Percy said, rolling his eyes.
— Heart attacks are not fun — Tyson muttered and Poseidon agreed.
—They're not fun — he repeated and gave Hera a look. —Your boy has a very tough sense of responsibility.
— He is Roman, Poseidon — Hera said, moving her hands with disdain and giving Jason a longing look. — My champion is in love.
His expression immediately changed to a serious one.
—Jason, I already told you that you don't have to apologize for everything.
—But it's the rig-
— The right thing, yes. But this time it was a dream about kissing Poseidon's daughter. We don't care, even less if you can have other types of dreams... — she raised her eyebrow and Jason felt like he was going to explode at that moment. Even some hairs rose with electricity.
Hera waving her hands to calm him down.
— Ew! She is my sister! — Percy screeched with a disgusted face. Jason smiled.
—Jason is in love with our little sister—Tyson said between giggles.
#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#jason grace#jason grace x you#jason grace x reader#jason grace x y/n#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson#pjo
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Large Luigi, from D&D.
So. There's a LOT to unpack here.
Pros:
- he is large and has thick skin, and abberation blood probably isn't even that enticing (beholders are essentially D&D's shoggoths)
- His central eye emanates antimagic. Would that make the undead become temporarily dead? Would they not be able to use their powers? i have no clue
- His eyestalks shoot various beams. The most helpful are probably Charm and Disintegrate
- He is an accomplished chef
- He literally is the supernatural
- He does not need to shave
Cons:
- he could not wear the crucifix, as he has no neck
- he may be too much of a cinnamon roll too good for this world too pure to entertain the Rich Jerk
Excuse me
Nononono you come back here you can't just tell me there's a frickin BEHOLDER called Large Luigi who is both apparently Good aligned and an accomplished chef in... "DnD." Like. WTF. Also you are going to have to be waaaaaaay more specific there is a lot of DnD out there. Is this the day they let Eliot Spencer DM like what is happening.
I think I love him.
The question of whether vampirism is magic in the novel is a complicated one which came up with the Superman ask as well, especially by DnD mechanics. I want to say that if such a distinction exists, vampirism is a spiritual/metaphysical condition, rather than a strictly magical. Some systems draw distinction between magical effects and divine effects, although DnD kinda doesn't - Clerics use spells and things, just like Wizards. Eh? But if an anti-magic field won't automatically disanimate a zombie which I believe it will not - it's nor Free Turn Undead (I don't think??) - then it shouldn't have such an effect on Dracula either.
You know this question has an answer. There's vampires in DnD. Heck, there's Dracula in DnD. Someone go run Curse of Strahd with Large Luigi in it real quick and tell me what happens.
At the very least an anti-magic beam should disrupt Dracula's use of Scholomancy, because Dracula isn't just a vampire, he's also an Evil Wizard who majored in vampirism at Evil Wizard College.
If it came to a fight, I don't think they'd be able to do much to each other. Dracula's saving throws are pretty incredible, so he's not getting charmed or disintegrated. Without magic though, I don't think there's much Dracula can do that would have much effect on a Beholder. Gonna throw a wolf at his eye?? What???
If it comes to escape, I doubt Large Luigi can fit out the window. And the big doors are locked. On the other hand, even several inches of solid oak and iron are probably no match for a disintegration beam. If the situation becomes intolerable, he can probably break down the door and leave.
But you tell me Large Luigi is a cinnamon roll and also a chef. Dracula needs a chef, and he loves tormenting the pure of heart. (The two victims he chooses for himself in the novel are incidentally also the sweetest cinnamon rolls in the cast). Jonathan is sure he has no human servants inside the Castle ... but maybe he keeps Large Luigi and Undead Amelia Bedelia as kitchen staff. How well can Large Luigi roast a chicken? How does he feel about Evangelical vegetables?
Maybe he was there all along, he just wasn't relevant to Jonathan's journey
Anyway yeah my guess would be Large Luigi the Beholder can survive Castle Dracula. Maybe he and the monster eating Dungeon dude can be friends.
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Caught up on My Adventures With Superman after being in a Good Omens induced haze for the last couple of weeks
Episode 9 had the "civilians banding together to save the hero" trope which gahhhh that's my fucking jam
Jimmy immediately tackle-hugging Clark because Lois may be the girl friend but he's the best friend? Chef's kiss
Isn't this Trent from Ted Lasso?
Also the comments on Jimmy's live stream are just so beautiful, so perfect. I tried to take screencaps, but my computer hated the formatting, so I'm transcribing them: I love Jimmy, Flamebird Fan 5ever lolol. I did genuinely believe I was reading livestream comments, and there are some fun Easter Eggs in there. :D
It even has the "Come to Brasil" meme
Lamebird79: can't trust him
SteveNAHmbard: he has our backs bro
blamefird_00x: superman is for the people
LoriLemaris59: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
FlameTURD: i'm not scared of superman
Xx_PhatGrant_xX: I'm scared of how hot he is ❤️❤️
FireFlock78: superman loves cats
Username1: WHAT
FlameTURD: FLAMEBIRD FACE REVEAL
Lemaris04: hi
Catgrantapult: he's cute
DeliPlanet: ❤️❤️
Lamebird78:mid
XxFlameherdxX: 10/10
0079blamebird: omg flamebird livestream
walkeofshamebird0380: stream's on lads
fireflocculus0080: fireflock unite
flamebirdstan4354: our king
blamefird_00x: we love you jimmy olsen
SteveNAHmbard: wait doesn't this guy work for The Planet
Flamebroseph94: he works for The People
flamebrosephinecampbell: based olsen
[Lois gets on the stream]
Bibbonkulus: what who is this
LoriLemaris59: she ain't flamebird
PeteRoss61: flamebird gf reveal???
Bibbo87: is she friends with superman too?
123SUPERMAN321: why won't they hang out with me??
LanaLang5050: omg i love your hair
SteveNAHmbard: told you he works at the planet
Xx_PhatGrant_xX: i don't know this woman
Username01: come to brasil
Fireflock78: oh man
0079blamebird: what can we do
flamebirdstan4354: oh no
Lamebird78: based
FlameTURD: kekw
FlameTURD: based ivo
Lemaris04: that's CRAZY
Flamebroseph94: i can see it from my window
Catgrantapult: metropolis is busted
SteveNAHmbard: i gotta move
Xx_PhatGrant_xX: what is that thing
FlameTURD: deepfake
LanaLang5050: looks like a job for superman
Flamebroseph94: no dude it's RIGHT there
SteveNAHmbard: moving to gotham
[cut to a different shot]
FireFlock78: he saved my cat
XxFlameherdxX: superbased
fireflocculus0080: saved my mom at the bank
CadmusTruther11: not real
blamefird_00x: bro my cousin was on that bus!
123SUPERMAN321: ❤️💛💙
flamebirdstan4354: i heard he's puerto rican
Lamebird78: can't trust him
SteveNAHmbard: he has our backs bro
blamefird_00x: superman is for the people
LoriLemaris59: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
FlameTURD: i'm not scared of superman
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Thinking thoughts of the JL wanting to learn more about Captain Marvel's personal life/secret identity
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After a meeting in the watchtower, superman accidentally overhears Captain Marvel talking to Cyborg (Victor) about how he wants to start telling his teammates about his personal life and who he is behind the cape (and magic disguise), but isn't so sure how to go about it. Clark is pumped up from hearing this. He thinks his friend is finally putting more trust in them! :D
Captain Marvel is unsure though, and then Cyborg puts the idea up of just telling ONE of their teammates and seeing how they feel afterward.
Captain Marvel (Billy): Hm? Oh yeah, that could work! But who do I pick though??
Cyborg: Just pick your favorite. Easy.
Captain Marvel: Alright! I'll tell that person after the next meeting!
This spawns a bunch of silent rumors and bets of who Captain marvel favors/are friends with the most in the league. Also, cue other members trying to earn his favor of "favorite teammate" before the next League meeting so they can know who he is first
#billy batson#cyborg#superman#dc captain marvel#shazam#dc comics#dc#writing ideas#clark goes sleepless trying to figure out if he is Marvel's favorite#or if batman is#Bruce Wayne randomly donates to Fawcett city the next morning#justice league#the league goes bananas#should i write this?
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Weekly Fic Rec 49
This week's fic rec list! I was surprised how much reading I got done, but then I remembered I had Monday off for the holiday :) So enjoy this longer than expected list!
A Sacrifice Love Demands by second_hand_heaven - Superwonderbat, complete. Bruce gets hit with a new fear toxin from Scarecrow. Featuring cuddles with Superman and Wonder Woman to make it better :)
I got better things to do by Amisti - Batman, complete. Batman, Flash, and Green Lantern get captured by a bad guy and thrown in a prison cell. Batman Brucies his way out, much to the shock of Flash and Green Lantern.
Brucie Moments series by That_One_Curly_Haired_Fangirl - Batman, stories are complete, but series is not. Some moments of Batman's Brucie persona showing through.
Flowers From Mr. Wayne by Ktkat9 - Superbat, complete. After an interview gone wrong, Bruce sends Clark some flowers to show his interest :))))))
a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the Superbat omegaverse fic that I always get excited about when it updates :) Featuring, Jason finally figuring out who Superman is, overreacting, and Clark having a Big Sad (but Lex makes it better, surprisingly).
Emergency Contact by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. An update to a fic where Tim joins the Batfam early. Jason has a misunderstanding about his place in the family, but Bruce makes it better.
A place to stay warm by Speechless_since_1998 - Batfam, complete. Barbara is Tim's babysitter. During some cold weather, the heat goes out in the Drake house and Tim is sick. Barbara makes the trek to Wayne manor for help.
how cleanly, how quietly by shipyrds - Batfam, complete. Bruce thinks Tim is lonely and tries to set up some father-son bonding to make it better. Turns out, Bruce is wrong and Tim has a lot of friends.
we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant - Superbat, wip. I was SCREAMING with this fic's latest update! Clark is captured by the Bats, oh no! What's going to happen next!!!!!!! 👀👀👀
the walks of dreams by januariat - Superbat, complete. A sweet, smutty fic, featuring Adam West Bats and George Reeves Superman 💖💖💖
RIP to the Rumours by BoredomBeckons - Batfam, complete. Instead of dying, Jason retires as Robin and goes to college. No one told this to the rest of the world though.
I found a brother in the trash by Speechless_since_1998 - Batfam, complete. Dick finds a new sibling (Jason) in the trash and brings him home. Jason learns from his older brother, and finds his younger brother (Tim) in the trash and brings him home. Shenanigans ensue.
Flock Building for Dummies by DragonDart - Superbat, wip. A creature AU where Bruce is a harpy and Clark is the vet who takes care of him. Lot's of tasty, tasty world building in this fic too!!
bruce's villain origin story by InkpotSprite - Batfam, complete. Bruce gets turned into a cat, but none of his kids notice. Adorable shenanigans ensue.
Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. More of the alien Clark and eldritch Bruce fic! Clark goes off to investigate Cadmus with Lois and Bruce is Worried and Grumpy about it. Featuring my favorite scene with one of Ivy's killer plants >:D
Champagne Problems by SalParadiseLost - Superbat, wip. Himbo omega Brucie Wayne is dating alpha Clark Kent. He also suddenly adopts three children using unconventional means. Shenanigans ensue.
Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Bruce is still missing and a new threat arises :((((((
Happy reading!!
#weekly fic recs#fanfic recs#fic recs#fanfiction recs#fanfiction reccomendations#superbat#batman#bruce wayne#batfam#superman#clark kent#fic rec
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yandere superman headcanons
tw kidnapping, "nice" guys/incel behavior (kinda), isolation as punishment, manipulation, yandere stuff... the usual
yandere clark kent x gn!reader
diana prince is next guys I LOVE WOMEN!!! lemme know abt any tags i miss or just any other superman thoughts (yandere or not) cuz i love superman a lot
hes so big and buff and strong
hhnhsdngnnhnhnngnfhgnnngngn
sorry
ive been obsessed with superman and lois recently and i thought to myself “i need him so bad id do unspeakable things”
ALSOOOOOO have u guys seen the new superman??? ohmygodddd HELLOOO SAILOR
anyway here we go :)
sweetest kindest angel alive… at first glance
actual clark is genuinely the best sweetest guy in the world and i don’t think that would technically change but if anything he’d start buying into the incel/nice guy pills and that’s what would warp him
he’s literally sooo sweet to you (i cant get over how much a of cutie pie clark kent is)
ok pause lemme start from the beginning
when he first met you, he was e n a m o u r e d like he thinks youre the most beautiful person in the world type stuff
at first, the relationship is normal, you guys are friends, study buddies, coworkers, yk normal shit
he’s still super in love but hes kinda aware that its one-sided and he can’t make you like him
you guys are super close friends tho
but as his crush progresses, he starts to consult more than his friends and normal relationship advice, he starts to consult incel chatrooms and subreddits
he wants to go further than friendship with you, but all the guys in these chatrooms are telling him awful things abt u. for example:
‘hi! requesting help for getting out of the friendzone with my friend’ i’ve been friends with them for a long time, but i see them as more than a friend. ive had to watch as they date all these awful people and i just want them to see me more than a friend. any advice is appreciated!
– dude these ungrateful bitches are never gonna see u
– people like them never see the good guy until its too late
– u just gotta make them like u, nobody understands the nice guy until u make them
– all of these responses are so weird, just be normal and flirt a little!
ur stupid fuckign idiot nice guys don’t get a chance till u make them give u chance
women are so fucking stupid
reading all these “helpful” comments really warped his mindset
he went from innocent farm boy to incel misogynist becuz
they have to be right! like why else have u not given him the time of day as more than a friend
so soon, ur gonna notice these changes
he went from being supportive bestie to making snide comments, putting you down, making moves on you that you clearly don’t want
ur hurt, heartbroken, your friend became something unrecognizable
u’ll ask for some distance, just to think abt if u want to continue the friendship and clark will realize that he can’t make you like him from just this
so you’re gonna go home, take a nap, and next thing you know you’re getting snatched from bed by freaking superman
he genuinely believes he’s done the right thing
he’ll bring u to the fortress first. he has everything set up already, so u wont freeze or starve to death
i wont bore with the details but he would NEVER lay a hand on u
that’s NOT my superman
its more like
“i need you to eat something.” clark begs you, his eyes filled with worry. he had crouched down next to where you sat. clark had given you free-reign around his fortress, but you chose to sit in the corner near the entrance.
“fuck you.” you turn away from him, anger dripping from your voice. you haven’t eaten since he brought you to his ice castle, but you can’t remember how long ago that was. you missed home, your friends, your family. you missed freedom. you hear clark sigh.
“you’re gonna get sick if you keep going like this, (y/n).” his hand touches your face and you slap his hand away. you know there was no way you could hurt superman, but he holds his hand looking hurt, and you feel a twinge of guilt. he holds out a bag from Big Belly Burgers and places it next to you.
you scooch back, your back hitting the wall, not willing to back down. “i’ll eat if you let me go.” you feel like a child throwing a tantrum, but you would do anything to go home.
you see him rub his forehead in frustration, “this isn’t working.” he mutters to himself. you don’t say anything, wanting to see what he would do. instead of trying to fight you again, clark picks up the bag. “i’ll come back when you’re ready.” he says.
“come back? what are you talking ab-” in one blast of air, clark was gone and you were alone.
days had gone by, you felt like you were going crazy from the solitude and the hunger. thankfully, clark had left mountains of water bottles for you, so you tried to fill up with those. it wasn’t enough, you had started to miss your kidnapper’s company after many conversations with yourself. all you could do was sleep or stare at the wall, blankly. after a week, you couldn’t take the isolation. “clark?” you call out, weakly. not a moment passes before he appeared before you.
his eyes were filled with pity and worry, “are you ready, sweetheart?” his hands cup your face and you lean into the warmth, nodding.
he could never hurt you. that entire week away was killing him, but the commenters were right. you just needed to know that he was all you needed.
#like and reblog <3#yandere#x reader#yandere x reader#gender neutral reader#kidnapping#yandere clark kent#yandere superman#yandere clark kent x reader#yandere superman x reader#yandere headcanons#clark kent x reader#superman x reader#incels#hashtag nice guys#isolation#starvation
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Today is Jason Grace’s birthday!! Our favorite blond superman, who we pretend didn’t die and is happy at his boarding school living a normal life for the first time, making friends and drawing temples for the camps, portraying his role as Pontifex Maximus.
Here are some post-TOA headcanons! Alive!Jason edition.
He and Annabeth have Iris calls every week to talk about his projects and she gives him artechure tips. They had a weird start but turns out they’re good friends!
Is Percy jealous of Annabeth being close to Jason now? Kinda, but he makes up for it Iris Messaging Jason all the time to prove he’s a better friend to Jason than Annabeth lol he’s competitive, especially with his girlfriend involved.
After a five minute scolding from Jason and the disappointed glare #7, Leo gets a big bear hug and him and Jason spend the following night watching a movie and throwing popcorn at each other. After that Jason starts Iris Messaging Leo once in a while. They don’t talk much in these calls, they like to hang while each does their thing. Jason draws and Leo builds stuff. It’s the nice kind of silence.
Piper isn’t the one who calls the most, but when she does, Jason and her talk for hours. He tells her about his drawing and she tells him about her dad and Shel. Jason is happy for her. They’re not as close as before, but they’re getting there and are happy.
Nico is definitely the one Jason sees more. He shadow travels to Jason’s room all the time. Sometimes Jason gets back from lacrosse practice and finds Nico sleeping in his bed. He’s so happy Nico trusts him now and they are friends! They play board games together and Nico annoys Jason into dropping his homework and sneak out to the nearest McDonalds.
Hazel surprisingly Iris Massages Jason quite frequently. She tells Jason stories from when they met for the first time and he helped her feel welcome at the fifth cohort. Jason still doesn’t have all of his memories, but they get closer each time they talk.
At first, Frank and Jason don’t talk much, but one day Jason called Hazel and she was busy with praetor duties, so Frank and Jason ended up talking about nonsense for an hour. After that, they call more and actually become good friends.
When it’s finally summer they all reunite at camp half-blood and spend week committing shenanigans after shenanigans. They don’t have a prophecy above their heads and for the first time, they can be actual teens and have fun. Chiron is tired and Mr D is secretly proud.
Jason is so happy to have this weird big family, he loves them.
Also, Thalia and Rayna showed up with the hunters and they had the biggest capture the flag game ever. The other cabins stepped aside to let the seven + Nico play against the hunters and placed bets on who would win, who was gonna be made a hostage first and who would win in a fight, Jason or Thalia? Clarisse and Will became rich among them all.
When it’s Jason’s 18th birthday, they throw a huge birthday party, making up for the fact that he was in a coma after Caligula tried to kill him on his 17th one, and also for his 16th birthday, that was the day Annabeth and Percy fell in Tartarus.
Jason is so glad that he has all this people around him. That is the best of all birthdays.
#jason grace#jason grace’s birthday#annabeth chase#percy jackson#leo valdez#piper mclean#nico di angelo#hazel levesque#frank zhang#thalia grace#reyna ramirez arellano#pjo hoo#toa au#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#this boy deserved better than what rick did to him#percabeth
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