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superbattrash · 2 years

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Bruclark Week Day 4: Everybody Can See It But Them

Alternative title: Not NOT a date night

OR: that one bridal carry fic I promised to do months ago. Thanks @bruclarkweek for making me keep that promise :3

“No,” Bruce says firmly. He’s trying his best not to wince as he puts weight on his bad foot. It’s a matter of principle. It’s nothing an icepack and one of Alfred’s cocktails won’t fix. If only he can get Clark to back off; but of course, Superman doesn’t leave anyone behind. Even if that someone wants to be left behind.

“B-” Clark shuts his mouth and starts over when Bruce glares at him. They have codenames for a reason. “Batman, come on."

“I said no.” It’s like trying to convince a wall to go for a walk. Clark isn’t budging. But neither is Bruce – and they both know which one of them is more stubborn. Although, judging from the hard set of Clark’s eyes, it’s going to be an evenly matched fight today. Bruce doesn’t have the patience for this; he’s in pain.

“Your foot is very clearly broken,” Clark says as he mirrors Bruce’s stance. He looks very Superman-y with his arms crossed over his chest. And he can put his entire weight on both his feet. The asshole.

“Don't x-ray me, it's a sprain,” Bruce grumbles as he tries to shift discreetly on his feet. Clark’s eyes zero in on his foot instantly and if it wouldn’t actually get broken from it, Bruce would’ve kicked him in the shin. Stupid invulnerability.

“Either way you shouldn't walk on it!” Clark exclaims. He instantly closes his mouth like he didn’t mean to speak so loudly, and Bruce knows him well enough to know that he didn’t. He’s frustrated and it’s not like there’s anybody who can hear him, but of course Clark feels bad. He doesn’t like yelling.

Bruce doesn’t care if he yells loud enough to alert the entire planet. Let Clark be frustrated; it doesn’t change the fact that Bruce will not give in. He’s not a child; he doesn’t need help. He’s never needed help (the kids don’t count), he has 20 years of experience doing this sort of thing. Okay, perhaps the giant alien creatures aren’t exactly an every-day thing, but he’s adapting.

“That's not up to you,” he says instead of voicing all his thoughts. There’s no reason to cause a scene and he knows Clark would catch onto the ‘no help needed’ thing instantly. God, you have one or two (or five or six) sidekicks and suddenly you’re not considered to be working alone.

“Oh, so my teammate's wellbeing isn't something I should care about?” Clark asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. It’s not like him to be this pushy. Or well, maybe it is.

“That's-”

“I should just leave you here then,” Clark says as he throws his hands up in mock defeat. “I know your comm is busted, you can't call A- agent A for help.”

Bruce doesn't comment on yet another close call of those codenames. He knows Clark is merely worked up. Which is also why Clark is interrupting him; poor Martha Kent, all her parenting is thrown out the window the second Clark gets worked up. Bruce elegantly avoids looking too closely at the fact that 9 out of 10 times it’s his fault that Clark is upset.

“I'll figure something out,” he responds, despite Clark’s point being valid. His comm is more or less busted, Alfred won’t look for him for hours seeing as he’s out on a League mission and he’s usually safe on those. As safe as one can be when you’re battling aliens and super villains.

“You'll do no such thing,” Clark huffs. “You'll hopple to the bat mobile - which by the way is five miles away - and then try to drive home with that broken-”

“Sprained.”

“-foot, and you'll have made it even worse and yet still refuse anybody's help and you'll be in constant pain for the next several months because you're too stubborn to take the help you're being offered.” Clark ends his speech with a triumphant what-do-you-say-to-that look. He should know better by now.

“I can make it to the car,” Bruce insists. He’s starting to feel the ache all the way up to his knee which is never a good sign. He doesn’t shift his weight onto his good foot though, that would be admitting defeat.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Clark huffs. “But you’ll put extra strain on your already b- injured foot. You can’t see the damage; I can. You’ll tear a ligament and you’ll be forced to take a break from patrolling, is that really what you want?”

“Do you always take your lectures this far?” Bruce mutters, most of his stubbornness being replaced with exhaustion. Why is Clark always so worried about him? He’s a grown man, this is ridiculous.

“Only when talking to stubborn asshats,” Clark retorts.

Bruce doesn’t comment on Clark’s attempt at cursing him. It’s always weird hearing Clark curse, but mostly because he’s not very good at it. Martha must be a proud mother on this front, but it leaves Clark’s name calling with something to be desired.

“Would you rather I contact the rest of the League?” Clark asks when Bruce doesn’t respond. He points towards the nearby city, where the spoke is still rising towards the sky from their latest mission. “Have them come here when they’re done cleaning up the city?”

“You-”

“It’s not like Diana would rather actually go home and rest; it’s not like Wally has a day-time job and I’m sure they’d gladly throw everything in their hands to come help you to your car-”

“Alright, alright,” Bruce mumbles in defeat. “I get it.”

Clark obviously knows him too well. There’s no reason to trigger his already huge pile of guilt by dragging the others into this.

“Do you?” Clark asks and he looks really pissed.

“Yes,” Bruce says with a roll of his eyes. “I would like help getting to my car.”

Clark doesn’t move.

“I would like help getting to my car, please.”

“That’s better.” He’s more bark than bite and in the blink of an eye he’s stopped frowning and he’s back to being bright and smile-y. Bruce almost despises him for it – if not for the fact that Clark is everything Bruce wants to be as a person. Bright and warm and heroic. Something special, someone strong. Someone worthy.

Clark reaches a hand to grab at Bruce’s legs and Bruce jerks away. He lands on his bad foot and nearly falls over. He grabs Clark’s shoulder for support and can’t keep the pain entirely off his face. Thank God he’s still wearing the cowl; at least Clark can’t see his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Clark asks worriedly.

“Can’t you just carry me normally?” Bruce ignores his question.

“Normally?” Clark sighs. “Br- Batman. You’re a grown man, a human man. I can’t just grab your arm and fly off. Do you want me to throw you over my shoulder or can we do this my way?”

The mere thought of being seen thrown over Superman’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes has Bruce want to die of mortification. He gathers his cape and then crosses his arms over his chest again. He’s not going to actually choose out loud. Clark will have to read his body language. Clark does, obviously, because he always knows exactly what Bruce means which isn’t usually annoying (it works well on missions), but today everything Clark does is annoying. Bruce might be in more pain than he’s willing to admit.

Clark reaches for Bruce’s legs once again and since Bruce doesn’t resist this time, he swiftly lifts him up into his arms. Bruce ignores the swoop in his stomach at how easily Clark manhandles him. He’s not fourteen anymore, he shouldn’t feel giddy at having a strong guy being able to carry him. He’s also trying not to feel silly, being carried like a newlywed bride. Maybe the potato sack position would’ve been better, after all.

Clark taps his communicator and opens the link to the League. At least Bruce can still listen in, although there’s a lot of crackly on the line. He’ll live.

“I’ll make sure Batman gets to the batmobile and then I’ll come help you guys,” he says.

“Of course,” Diana’s response comes at the same time Wally’s does: “Of course, you will. Why not just leave that thing so you can keep cuddling all the way home?”

There’s a very audible slap, followed by an “Ow!” and Bruce is forever grateful for Diana’s everything. He’s also feeling slightly humiliated which isn’t a good look on a man in his forties. He harrumphs and shuffles further into Clark’s arms – just to be able to cross his arms tighter, obviously! He does not, in fact frown, despite what Clark’s stupid grin is saying. Bruce actively avoids meeting Clark’s eyes. He knows he’ll find more joy and teasing in them, and he can’t take any more of his brightness right now.

“Flash is right,” Diana says. “Take Batman home, we will take care of the rest.”

“What about the batmobile?” Clark asks. He’s already lifting off the ground.

“Can’t you just pick that up in your other hand?” Wally suggests with a laugh, which is then promptly followed by another “ow!”

“Flash will make sure it gets to the cave in one piece.”

“What?!” There’s a small pause where no doubt Diana is glaring at Wally before his voice comes through the comm again: “I’ll make sure it gets home safely.”

Bruce opens his mouth to object – Wally is not driving his car anywhere! – but Clark chooses that moment to shoot off into the sky (probably on purpose, the jerk).

“Thanks, guys!” Clark says before disconnecting.

“You can’t seriously be letting him drive my car,” Bruce shouts over the air flying past them. He’s about to move his cape up to cover the lower part of his face when Clark does it for him.

“It’s just a car, Bruce,” he says, because he can. They’re in the air, nobody can hear them past the noise of the wind. He’s taking advantage of the situation and he knows it. Bruce can’t even be mad at him.

“It’s my car,” he mutters but turns his head into Clark’s shoulder. The wind’s cold and he’s already given up most of his dignity – what’s a little more? It’s not like Clark will hold this against him either way.

They arrive at the cave twenty minutes later. It’s the longest it’s taken Clark to get anywhere since… ever. At least that’s what Bruce tells him. Clark says it’s because he doesn’t want Bruce to be entirely frozen by the time they got there, while Bruce argues that Clark just likes to torture him and prolonging his suffering several hundred feet in the air is Clark’s dark side rearing its ugly head.

It’s obviously about the cold, although the chance to have Bruce close is always nice. Not that Clark’s going to tell Bruce that; he likes being alive, thank you very much. It’s just that Bruce isn’t exactly touchy-feely and Clark… is. With some people. With Bruce, mostly. Having a best friend who knows everything about you has that effect on people though, it’s not just Clark being weird. He thinks.

Clark foregoes the cave floor and flies through and up the stairs, so Bruce has no excuse to sit at the computer and work instead of getting treatment for his ankle.

“The med bay’s in the cave,” Bruce mutters, because of course he knows what Clark is doing. He always does. He’s too clever for his own good – either of their own goods – sometimes. It doesn’t stop him from faux mind-reading everything else in Clark’s head. “I can bandage my own foot, Clark.”

“Well, I’m sure Alfred won’t mind doing it for you up here. Where you can rest.”

“I’m not a child,” Bruce objects but there’s no real heat to his words. He’s already given up on fighting Clark, which is a good thing, because Bruce may be the more stubborn of the two of them, but not when it comes to his own health. Clark knows how to play Bruce just as well as Bruce knows how to play Clark. Nearly a decade of friendship will do that to two guys.

“Stop acting like one then and let me go get Alfred.”

Bruce doesn’t answer which means Clark has won. It’s nice to be able to read Bruce without seeing his actual face. Speaking of…

“And take the cowl off, you’re not on a mission anymore.”

“Someone didn’t let me get changed in the cave, remember?” Bruce taunts. He’s probably thinking it’ll get him a free pass to the cave, but Clark knows better than to take that obvious bait.

“Well,” Clark says and super speeds them to Bruce’s bedroom. He dumps him (carefully) on the bed. “You can change now, here. I’ll wait.” He stands in front of the door for good measure.

“Pervert,” Bruce accuses when Clark doesn’t turn around, but he does as he’s told.

It turns out it’s a good thing Clark doesn’t turn around because Bruce nearly falls over trying to get his uniform off. He really can’t support his weight on his foot at all anymore and Clark feels awful. It’s not really his fault but he hates it when Bruce gets hurt on mission. It always leaves him feeling like he could’ve done more. Should’ve done more.

“Stop blaming yourself,” Bruce mutters as Clark helps him out of his undershirt. Of course, he picks up on Clark’s silent misery. “This isn’t on you.”

“Feels like it,” Clark says softly, looking over the many cuts and bruises on Bruce’s torso. He’s hurt so often, so much, and he still keeps going. Clark doesn’t know how he does it.

“I know.” Bruce’s voice in gentle in a way it only is when it’s just the two of them. When they’re somewhere safe and he can’t help but wanting to make Clark feel better. It’s been happening a lot more often recently. “Doesn’t make it true though.”

“Are you really comforting me when you’re the one who’s hurt?” Clark asks, trying for a smile.

“Are you really helping me take my socks off?” Bruce counters.

“Alright, okay, I’ll get Alfred,” Clark says and this time the smile is real. “Call when you need help getting down the stairs, okay?”

Bruce doesn’t answer because he doesn’t want to agree to needing help. Clark lets him have this one. He’ll notice when Bruce needs help. He’s not nearly as quiet as he thinks he is when he’s in pain. Besides, who can’t hear an old man hoppling down the stairs?

Alfred is in the kitchen with Tim and Jason. Clark can hear Dick’s heartbeat somewhere else in the manor and he knows Damian has art classes on Thursdays. The thought has something warm and safe settling in his stomach. Bruce’s family is safe and close by. He’s going to be just fine.

“Alfred,” Clark says with a nod of his head and Alfred sends him a small smile as he stirs something on the stove.

“Hi Clark,” Tim greets without looking up.

“Hey Tim.”

“Is it date night already?” There’s teasing tilt to his smile.

Clark laughs. “No, your- Bruce got injured today.” He always has to make sure not to call Bruce their dad, but especially Tim. It’s a touchy subject and Clark doesn’t want to cause any issues between the kids and Bruce.

“What else is new?” Comes from besides the fridge.

“Hello Jason, nice to see you,” Clark says earnestly. It’s not often that he gets to see Jason at the manor, but he clearly still feels at home here. He’s shoving a cookie into his mouth even as he speaks.

“Supes,” he says with a mock salute from his seat on the counter. He’s watching over Alfred’s cooking and Clark has never seen anyone else allowed this close when he cooks. It says something about the bond the two share.

Clark is surprised over and over again by how calm and collected Jason seems these days. He really doesn’t mind how he has taken a liking to the nickname Bruce uses for him in the field. Not all the time, obviously, this is Batman we’re talking about, but often enough that apparently Jason has heard it enough to grab onto it.

It’s better than ‘alien’ anyhow.

“Are you staying for dinner, Master Kent?” Alfred asks.

“Alfred, please, I’ve told you a million times-”

“Let it be a million times more, Master Kent,” he interrupts gently but firmly. “So. Dinner?”

“If it’s alright with Bruce-” Clark starts. He doesn’t want to step on any toes and maybe Bruce would like a quiet evening with his family. Although if Clark leaves, he’s pretty sure Bruce will just limp into the cave to do some bat-work, even if he can’t physically go on patrol.

“Of course, it’s alright with Master Bruce,” Alfred says with a small huff. It’s the closest he’ll come to rolling his eyes at anyone outside the family.

“Yeah, B would have you move in yesterday if he had his way,” Tim comments.

“Oh, uh,” Clark says because he really doesn’t know what to say to that. He knows he’s been over a lot these past few months but if he’s outstayed his welcome somehow, he wishes Bruce would’ve told him so.

“Tim,” Bruce’s voice calls from the doorway. He doesn’t look happy per se, but he’s not truly angry either. He’s dressed in sweats and a t-shirt; it’s a look Clark loves on him. It makes him looks so soft and comfortable, even with that almost-frown on his face. Also, how did he get down the stairs on his own?

“Bruce,” Clark says with a frown. “I told you to call for me.”

“And I told you I’m fine,” Bruce says with a wave of his hand. “Shouldn’t you boys be getting ready for patrol?”

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the wedding?” Jason shoots back even as he hops off the counter. “Timmy wants to be a flower girl.”

“You want to be a flower girl!” Tim calls as he chases Jason out of the kitchen. He’s still a few inches too short to keep up with Jason’s 6 feet, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to tackle his big brother in the hallway.

Bruce mutters something under his breath that even Clark can’t make out (it could be “children”, although Clark can’t be sure because he’s sort of busy looking over Bruce’s ankle while he’s not being watched – it’s a sprain as Bruce said) but Alfred chuckles warmly.

“What are we going to do with them?”

“I suggest proposing,” Alfred says. Clark gets the distinct feeling that the bat boys have some on-going joke running. And that joke includes Alfred, but Alfred always knows something Clark doesn’t, so that’s nothing new.

“I need the compression bandages,” Bruce says like Alfred hasn’t just spoken. That’s how he has conversations most of the time. Ignore and continue; it works with some people but usually not Alfred. He seems to let this one go, though.

“Master Kent, would you be so kind?” Alfred asks and Clark instantly nods. He knows where they are and he’s back before Alfred has time to bring the heat down on the stove. “Perhaps you’d do me the favor of applying the bandage as well? I’m awfully late picking Master Damian up.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Clark says. He’s seen Alfred do this enough times to be able to do it himself. He thinks. “Go get Damian, I’ll take care of Bruce.”

“I don’t doubt it, Master Kent.”

Alfred leaves shortly after and despite Bruce’s protests (“I can bandage my own damn foot, Clark!”), Clark finally gets him to sit down in the living room long enough to get his ankle wrapped up properly.

“How long do you think it’ll take before Alfred stops calling me Master Kent?” Clark asks conversationally as he wraps the bandage around Bruce’s foot and then up his ankle.

“Forever, probably,” Bruce says. He quickly mellows out at Clark’s pouting face. “If it helps, he refers to you as Master Clark when you’re not here.”

“Why won’t he do that to me though?”

“Respect,” Bruce instantly says. “This is how he is, Clark. Give it a few more months and he’ll come around. It’s not like he calls me Bruce much.”

“But he does call you Master Bruce more than Master Wayne,” Clark points out.

“Not when we’re in public,” Bruce reminds him. “At home, yes. I’ve known him for quite a bit longer than you have though.”

“He likes me better,” Clark teases as he secures the end of the bandage. He gets kicked in the shoulder by Bruce’s other foot as a thank you.

“He does,” Bruce laughs, despite his actions. “Who wouldn’t?”

“You’re being too hard on yourself again,” Clark says as he sits down next to Bruce on the couch. “Even if you are right about me being fantastic.”

“I don’t think I used that word.”

“It was implied.”

“Of course, my bad,” Bruce laughs, and a quiet happiness settles in the bottom of Clark’s stomach. He loves making Bruce laugh. “Are you staying?”

“Alfred already made up a bed for me,” Clark says in lieu of answering.

“A bed?” Bruce raises an eyebrow and he’s not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“Fine, he made my bed.” Because somehow in the last few months Clark has stayed over a lot and Alfred feels bad that he doesn’t have a room of his own. Or just a proper place to sleep when he’s there. Clark always tells him he’s alright with a couch or just flying home, but Alfred insists. The kids usually roll their eyes and say he’s going to sneak out of his room anyway, so why bother making his bed? Clark still hasn’t quite figured out where they think he goes, although he has had to leave a few nights because of trouble in Metropolis. He is Superman, after all. “I didn’t ask him to, B.”

“I know you didn’t, he makes it every night,” Bruce says with a shrug.

“Do you think he’s trying to tell us something?” Clark asks carefully. He’s not going to over-step or push anything. He’s barely sure of his own feelings, he’s not going to put pressure on Bruce to know his.

“Who knows with Alfred?” Bruce shrugs again. “So. Tea and a movie?”

“I’ll get the blankets,” Clark says as he jumps off the couch.

Because Clark knows where those are too. In fact, Bruce has three homemade blankets from Clark’s mother and they’re on the top of the blanket pile. The kids fight over who gets to use them, but tonight both Bruce and Clark are wrapped in the soft material as they sip their tea and watch mindless movies.

Bruce falls asleep halfway through the second one; head falling to rest on Clark’s shoulder and Clark shuffles down into the couch a little further to make sure he doesn’t hurt his neck. If his shuffling brings him a little closer to Bruce too, well, nobody has to know.

#superbat fanfiction #misha writes #bruclarkweek2022 #Clark Kent/bruce wayne #Superman/Batman #lord this turned fluffy #are all of my bruclark week fics just fluffy crack fics?#maybe

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krysalla-archive · 3 years

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mobile masterlist - updated 5/17/2022

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COMPANY - DICK GRAYSON X F!READER ***

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PROMPT REQUESTS

BRUCE WAYNE X READER

we can’t do this kiss

what do we do now?

CLARK KENT X READER

upside down/spiderman kiss

DICK GRAYSON X READER

honey

starry-eyed

with no space left between us ***

run her hands through my hair

only blue or black days

with a hoarse voice, under the blanket

a gentle i love you followed by neck kisses

a gentle i love you whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

routine kiss

we fell asleep on the couch together on accident

a whisper in your ear

surprise kiss

slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

aamukaste

i had to see you again

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

tender eyelid and nose kisses before finally sealing the deal

velvet

DONNA TROY X READER

starry-eyed

stars ***

lingering kiss

you better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn

window & blue

JASON TODD X READER

jawline kiss

in the dark kiss

in a whisper

lightly brushing hair out of their eyes

unbuttoning or unzipping clothing

geborgenheit

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moonlight

POISON IVY X READER

eyelid kiss

RAY PALMER X READER

hand kiss

ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER

a kiss on the underside of the jaw

when one of them is hurt and the other is tending to their wounds

DIN DJARIN X READER

heartbeat

ALUCARD X READER

sitting close and knees touching

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factionzero · 3 years

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Wanted to share this scene from the Brainiac 5 x Superman fic I'm writing, that you can read here. I apologise in advance that Tumblr Mobile won't let me make read mores, forgive me ♡♡♡♡

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'And you're sure this is legal?' Clark asked as Jimmy showed off the listening device strapped to his chest, a large dish satellite in his hand.

'I mean, yes. Only in a few states but Metropolis is one of them! And Gotham so what does that tell you.' He chuckled darkly as he patted the box.

'I don't know. I don't want my name associated with a lawsuit.' Louis muttered over her mug of coffee.

'Mr Kent?' The floor' receptionist Donna asked, poking her head from her office.

'The reception is calling for you? Said your roommate wants to see you.' She said and Clark perked up instantly.

'Brainy?' He stood up too quickly, knocking over a mug of pencils and pens as he scooted around Jimmy and his contraption.

'Be right back.' He said over his shoulder as he rushed off. Not seeing the curious air in the room full of reporters.

'Roommate? I didn't know he had a roommate?' Jimmy asked with a sulk.

'I did~.' Louis bragged with a shimmy of her shoulders.

The rest of his colleagues joined in and soon they'd migrated to the outside hallway and its glass walls looking down at the reception below them.

'Wait, the blond?' Jimmy asked and Louis nodded, Jimmy gave a low whistle.

'Yep, his name's Querl but Clark has this cute nickname for him, apparently they've known each other for years but he recently moved here…. Right into Clark' apartment.' She said with just enough hint that her hungry coworkers immediately wanted more.

'No way, Clark?'

'I knew it. I knew it.'

'I'm more surprised he's in a relationship.'

'I thought he had a thing for louis.'

'Quiet quiet!' Jimmy shushed, turning the machine on as Clark ran from the stairs entrance.

The machine beeped and scritched till he got it right and just in time too.

'Brainy! Is everything okay?' Clark asked worriedly, coming up and for a moment looking like he was going to hug the smaller man.

'You forgot your lunch. I hope I'm not being a bother.' He said nervously, holding up the bag the group recognised as where Clark usually kept his food.

'You're a lifesaver, I thought I'd have to order in.' He sighed in relief, taking the bag and noticing something as he opened it.

'Oh? There's extra?' He asked and his roommate rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

'I passed by that bakery you liked, so I thought- you hardly eat enough as it is.' He huffed and the group wondered if Brainy was blind because Clark Kent ate more than the office combined.

'Thank you. I uh, I really appreciate it.' Clark said in a dreamy way as he smiled at Brainy like a ray of sunshine.

'Yes, well. I should let you go back to work.' Brainy rushed out, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands.

'Hey, uhm. When I finish, how about we go out? We could go for a fly by?' He said.

'He told me he didn't like the Superman slang.' Jimmy huffed.

'Shhh.' Louis shushed aggressively.

'I'd love to! I mean I- Yes. That would be nice and… I'll see you tonight, Clark.' He said and the way he said Clark was all the evidence the group needed as they hummed and nodded at each other.

'I should let you go-...... Clark, are those your colleagues?' He said, pointing at the window and Clark spun in place as they scrambled away with screeches, feeling like teenagers getting caught peeking as they rushed back to their desks full of giggles.

A few moments later, Clark Kent burst into the office, red faced and scowling at them all before focusing on Jimmy.

'I am so mad right now, you know what? I'm not speaking to you.' He said, and really that was the harshest thing any of them had ever heard Clark say.

'Sorry, sorry. We were curious.' Jimmy begged, hands clasped in prayer.

'Yeah, how come you didn't tell us you had a boyfriend?'

'Yeah, we got the gay flag up and everything, this is a safe space.'

'Mark from accounting is gay.'

'Hes adopting!'

Clark went even redder, his ears burning as he looked around.

'Brainy and I are just friends!' He exclaimed to shocked silence.

Louis stood up, ushering Clark to his seat.

'Alright, office gossip hours are over, anymore and I'll be sending you to HR.' She joked.

'But- Louis, why do they think we're dating? Is it because he brought me food?' He asked cluelessly and Louis sat him down and patted his shoulders.

'Oh you sweet labrador retriever of a man.' She said through chuckles.

He pouted at that. Putting the bag under his desk and returning to work.

As she passed she bent down to Jimmy who looked worriedly at Clark's back.

'Don't worry too much. Just don't bring that thing out on your next job.' She advised and Jimmy gave a hearty nod, kicking the machine to the back of his desk.

Clark looked over the word document blankly. His face was still hot as he pouted. He should have known they'd tease him, he was usually good for jokes but something about what they'd implied had him spinning in his skull.

They were not dating but- should they be? They were having sex fairly regulalry and they were fighting crime together…

He guessed he could see why people would think they were seeing each other in a romantic sense but they'd never even kissed.

Not for a lack of wanting too. He gave a sigh as he thought of just last night. Brainy had been so close, practically begging to be kissed but he didn't, too scared of being rejected.

Maybe he should ask? Clear the air a little but the thought of Brainy saying it was just sex or that he didnt like Clark like that? It made him sad and a little angry.

He'd gotten far too used to Brainy's constant companionship. Brainy knew both sides of him and liked him for both.

Clark didn't want to lose that. He'd try to ask a little tonight, just some leading questions, nothing serious.

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#i guessed jimmy' name and thank god it was right lmao #brainysupes #Superman x Brainiac 5 #brainiac 5 fanfiction #superman fanfiction #legion of superheroes #fanfiction

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bouwrites · 4 years

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Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream: Chapter 2

All I wanted was to find there’s something here inside of me they couldn’t keep.

First, Next. Ao3.

Story under read-more.

It might be a strange thought, considering the circumstances, but Jon thinks he’s grown up to be boring. Obviously, his life is anything but boring – there’s little boring about superheroes and villains and cataclysms and tragedies and… well, there’s a lot that’s decidedly not boring. But Jon himself? Kind of boring.

After all, what is he? He’s just the next generation of his dad. He has practically the same personality, the same values, the same hair and eyes, the same fashion (some of the exact same clothes), the same muscle, the same powers. Following in his dad’s footsteps, he even has the same night job, and the same day job to boot, or he will soon enough.

And none of that is bad. Jon loves his dad. To be like Superman is just about the greatest thing he can think of! Boring, if it’s like this, is great.

That said, there’s something Jon is very different from his dad in. That’s that Jon has been fighting crime since he was ten. He knows good people get involved, that’s one of the core lessons his parents taught him, but… even children? The difference between Jon and Superman is that Superman didn’t become Superman until his early twenties. Jon is still just shy of that and he’s been Superboy for almost half his life. The difference is that no matter how their powers set them apart from humans, and no matter how hard it was for his dad to feel that isolation that comes with it (Jon is familiar with the feeling, despite having his dad and aunt around) his dad at least knows how to be normal.

Jon grew up as a hero. He doesn’t know any different. And maybe the grass is always greener, but he wonders, sometimes, what an ordinary life would be like. Jon knows it’s not his parent’s fault. After all, even if they had tried to keep Jon from the superhero life, he would have gone out and been a hero without their permission. He has, quite a few times, anyway, though that’s mostly Damian’s fault. Making him Superboy, even so young as he was, was the only way his parents could let him explore himself and his powers and still watch over him to keep him safe. And he really, really appreciates that. He just wonders if… not being Superboy has ever really been on the table.

It doesn’t occur to him until now, that maybe being Kryptonian, having these powers, being super doesn’t mean he has to be a hero. Maybe he can still be good, still get involved, without rushing to everybody’s rescue, or fighting the next great evil. Maybe he’ll even like that. After all, isn’t that what journalism is about? Getting involved and making a difference without fist-fighting demons? Can’t that be heroism?

What would life be like, to live like any other person on Earth? To be a hero only so far as ordinary folks ever are heroes. To not necessarily not be superpowered, but to live a life irrespective of his powers. A life that’s no different for his powers, except in the way everyone’s differences make their lives unique. A life where Jon can forge his own path and worry only about himself and those in front of him, not everyone his powers might be able to save.

Deep down, Jon longs to find out. He’s just not sure it’s a realistic dream.

Is this teenage rebellion, or did I get all that out of my system being dragged along with Damian’s tween wrath? Jon makes a face at the college website, squinting through the dark. It’s bad for his eyes, staring at the laptop without his lights on, but Jon wears glasses anyway and he’s honestly not convinced his eyes can get messed up the same way humans can, on account of the whole telescopic and x-ray vision powers.

Huh. Maybe biology? Jon clicks idly through the list of colleges, to the sciences. Uh, actually, gross. As interesting as it is, I would hate that. He quickly backs up to the page he was on before, sighing as he tabs back and forth between it and another college website.

It’s so tempting to go to school for journalism. He already has background in it, and his parents can help him if he needs it. It might be nice to be known for the name Kent too, rather than for the “S”. And with journalism, he might be able to get into some interesting places. Chicago, or Austin, maybe. Or he can even stick to Metropolis. He’ll definitely be known as the Kent if he does that.

Then again, maybe he can do something different. Maybe he can make his own way. Define himself separately from his family. He loves them, but… being Clark 2.0, while an honor, is a bit dehumanizing. The last thing an alien needs is dehumanizing. It is frustrating being an “S” instead of a person and being a Kent might just be another variation of that. If he chooses something different it doesn’t necessarily stop him from working in journalism, and it gives him a unique perspective. Plus, he won’t always be surrounded by people who know his parents. There’ll be no reason to expect him to be any different than the rest of the students, and that is a tempting idea in itself.

Then again, Jon does like journalism, and picking a major just because it’s not what his parents do is kind of silly. Or is it smart? I can learn all I want to know about journalism from Mom and Dad, so if I’m going to college, I should pick something I can’t learn here at home, right?

Will they be proud of me if I study journalism? If I don’t? Jon groans. I don’t know. There’s so much to consider.

He’s already got two feet in the door in the journalism world. While he knows he can do to grow as a writer, he doesn’t need the connections and opportunities that college grants for the field. He’s already got those. And even if he does plan to pursue that field as a career, Jon wonders if gaining experience elsewhere will give him better insight and make him a better reporter anyway. Something like… psychology. Or politics. Something that’ll help him understand people in a way that he can use when he writes about them.

Or he can go undecided for now. But then the question of college comes down to location. Where should he apply? Metropolis? Does he want to go to Metropolis? Maybe Gotham? Or even San Francisco or Jump City or something totally unexpected like Paris? If he goes to Illinois or Texas, how will that change how he works as Superboy? Can he… stop being Superboy for a while? Just not deal with that stress on top of college?

Just the idea makes Jon feel guilty. People rely on Superboy. His dad isn’t getting any younger, either, and though Superman is still going strong for now, it’s becoming increasingly clear to Jon that everyone, the Justice League, the people of America and the world, and even Superman himself, is expecting Jon to replace his dad when the inevitable does happen. It’s irresponsible to abandon his duties for college. Superboy is more important than that. Superman is more important than that.

And a small, bitter part of him questions why Superboy doesn’t deserve the same chances that everyone else has. Why he has to sacrifice that time and focus to save them. He knows it’s because that’s what the “S” means. It’s about character. That doesn’t stop him from resenting it.

On the bright side, every next time some genius gets their hands on kryptonite is another chance for him to die young and stop worrying about his character flaws. So, that’s comforting.

But since he is Superboy, and still alive, he shouldn’t wander too far. His powers give him a lot of mobility, so he has more opportunity than a lot of heroes his age. He tries to appreciate that. At least he’s not tied to any particular city, since he can just fly in if he’s needed. He just shouldn’t go across the whole country. Or world. At least it makes deciding easier.

“Have you decided what you’re doing, yet?”

Jon looks up at his dad and smiles weakly. His eyes ache from looking at his laptop screen for so long, and he’s tired and hungry, too. “Not yet.” Jon says. “Might go undecided for a bit.”

His dad sits down with him to look at the screen, nodding. “That’s not a bad thing. But you still need to figure out what college you want to go to.”

Jon sighs. “Yeah, I know.”

His dad hesitates for a moment, and then nudges him. “Why don’t you tell me where you were thinking of? What makes the decision so hard?”

Frowning, Jon clicks through some of the open tabs in his browser. “I just… I don’t know. Honestly, I’m not sure about any of this.”

“What do you mean?”

His voice is so soft and gentle, and it reminds Jon again how lucky he is to have a dad like him. Someone who really cares. “I don’t know if I can handle college and being Superboy.” Jon mumbles. “It was hard enough in high school, and I… I’m not sure I even…” He sighs. “Nevermind. I’ll figure it out.”

“Hey.” Jon feels his dad grab his shoulder, so he turns to face him. “You don’t have to be full-time. It’ll be just like high school. When you’re busy with school, you’re off-duty. Don’t worry about being a hero. It’s okay to just focus on your education.”

Jon ducks his head. “Yeah, I know that.” He says. Even when the League, or more specifically some of the other heroes, try to get him more often, Jon’s dad always makes sure that he has plenty of time to focus on school, and that he’s not interrupted in school unless there’s some complete Armageddon going on.

That happens a few times. It sucks.

Even still… everyone expects him to pick up more responsibilities now that he’s going to college. He’s not sure he wants that.

“Jon.” His dad says. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing.” Jon mumbles. He clicks through a few more tabs, disquieted more and more by each option.

“Come on, I want to help. What’s wrong?”

Jon sighs. There’s no getting around it. His dad is just too… helpful. That’s what makes him Superman. “Have you ever wondered if you could just be normal? No jumping up to save the day or punching bad guys or anything. Just… being like everyone else?”

Jon agitatedly clicks through a few more tabs and links before he realizes his dad is awfully quiet. When he turns to look at him, and sees the pensive expression on his face, his dad finally says, “All the time.”

Oh. Jon ducks his head. The laptop screen has long since stopped being interesting, but he can’t even pretend to be reading the articles there anymore. The floor is all he can focus on.

“Being a hero isn’t easy.” His dad says quietly. “But, for me, it’s the only way I can be my whole self. Kal-El. And I do a lot of good as Superman.”

Jon huffs a little. “You do a lot of good as Clark Kent, too. And just my dad.”

His dad smiles. “Yeah. I told you before, the ‘S’ isn’t about our powers. It’s about character. That’s where the good comes from. But since we do have powers, it’s our responsibility to use them for the greater good. That’s where Superman, and Superboy, come from.”

“And what if I don’t want to?”

His dad blinks almost dumbly. “Don’t want to? Don’t want to what?”

“Be Superboy.” Jon answers. “I really appreciate that I am. It’s helped me a lot, especially with my powers, but… I never got the chance to not be that. I want to… I want to just… do college like normal people.”

His dad is quiet for another long moment. “And you think you’ll be okay not using your powers?”

“I already hide my powers. Being Superboy doesn’t change that, Dad. We’re still lying and keeping secrets. I just… I’m starting to really hate it.”

“Jon, you know we have to hide to keep you safe.”

Safe. Jon knows that. He knows how safe he’s been. How safe he is fighting giant octopus monsters or Kryponian hunters or whatever the hell is causing the next end of the world. It makes something hot and ugly stir in his chest, and his voice rises and works of its own accord. “I’m not talking about the hiding! Why are we expected to save them when we can’t even live our lives without being afraid of them? Why should having these powers mean I have to handle all my own problems and theirs on top of it?” Jon flinches at his own words, but he can’t calm himself down enough to be more eloquent. “It just… It makes me so mad that I have to be a superhero and devote my life to everyone else when I don’t know what I even want to do with my life! I just- I never thought I’d have to think about it because I just- because everyone just assumed I’m you!”

Jon growls loudly, mostly at himself for getting riled up, but he’s heated now, and he can’t stop himself from talking. “I don’t want to be a hero anymore! I just want- I don’t even know what I want to do! I want to figure it out! I want to be able to figure it out! Without this dumb ‘S’ looming over my head! I’m… I’m confused, and this is just… it’s too much pressure.”

His voice cracks at the end, which finally breaks his tirade and sends him curling up into himself. “I hate this.” He mutters into his knees.

“Jon…” His dad says gently, wrapping him up in a hug. “We have to help people because we can. I know it’s hard. In some ways, it’s unfair. But that’s just what good people do.”

“Maybe I’m not a good person, then.” Jon mutters darkly.

His dad recoils a bit and doesn’t recover before his mom swoops in to sit on his other side and give him a hug of her own. “Hey, sweetie. How long have you felt that way about being a hero?”

Jon just shrugs, not lifting his face from his mom’s shoulder. “Few years now, I guess. I’m tired.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Chuckling humorlessly, Jon buries himself deeper into his mom. “What’s the point? I have to be a hero. That’s what being good means. Doesn’t matter how sick of it I am. Don’t even know how to not be Superboy, anyway.”

There’s a distinct stiffening to the muscles under him that tells him his mom is mad. Jon curls up a little more in preparation for what’s coming. The deserved retaliation for his weakness. For his selfishness.

“Clark.” Jon’s mom says calmly. “Tell the League to list Superboy as off-duty. Indefinitely.”

Jon shoots up, staring aghast and in awe at his mom. “What?” He and his dad say simultaneously.

His mom just narrows her eyes at his dad. “Indefinitely.” She repeats. There’s no room for argument when she uses that tone. Just the way she speaks says, “If you don’t, I will. And I won’t be as nice about it as you will.”

“The League won’t be happy ab-”

“Clark…” Her tone is dangerous, warning. Jon is too shocked and confused to interrupt. “Remind me when you started being Superman?”

His dad ducks his head, rubbing his neck. “Well, I’d just got my job at the paper, so I’d have been… twenty-one? Twenty-two?”

“Just finished college.” Jon’s mom says. “Starting your career. Jon deserves the chance to figure out what he wants to do without being a hero, just like you did. There’s enough heroes that the world won’t end if Jon takes a few years to figure out what he wants to do.”

“I… You’re right.” Jon’s dad says. “The League won’t be happy about a Kryptonian running around outside of their control, but they should trust Jon by now.” Jon grimaces as his dad ruffles his hair. “You don’t worry about a thing. I’ll handle the League, and you can focus on college. When… or if you decide you want to be Superboy again, you can come back when you’re ready. Okay, son?”

Jon can’t help the tears that streak down his face as he tackles his dad, dragging his mom along too into one big pile of a group hug. “Thank you.” Jon mutters.

Jon is still undecided on his major. He can’t bring himself to devote himself so much to one area of study when he’s still feeling like he’ll need to abandon it to go save the world at any moment. It just feels pointless to throw himself into something like this.

That said, he does decide on a college. Eventually. Part of him wants to find some no-name town and hide out there. Someplace where nothing ever really happens, where he won’t hear a scream for help and have to do something about it. But… he picks the alternative instead. New York. NYU, specifically. There are so many heroes in New York that even he’d be hard-pressed to make it to a crime scene before some other hero is already there handling it. And in New York, the League can keep an eye on him easier. Make sure he’s not doing anything dangerous with his world-ending superpowers.

Jon rolls his eyes. The League and their paranoia. It’s rubbing off on him. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. It’s eating him alive that he’s sitting back while there are still people who need help. But he just wants to find some illusion of normalcy. Of safety and… direction. Something that’s not dictated by his heritage or his name. He’s not going to cause any trouble. That’d be antithetical to the whole point of this.

Still. Manhattan. It’s not crazy far, not like he’s flying across an ocean or anything, but even so it’s a new start for him. Jon can’t help but feel excited at the idea. He’ll be living on his own for the first time, sharing an apartment with a stranger.

He has fought and fought and fought just to survive to be able to do this. This, moving into his own life, exploring it and learning all he can, this is what he has fought to protect for so many other people. Now, it’s his chance to do it himself. It’s scary, but it’s also exhilarating.

When he packs up his things and piles into the car, it hits him all at once. A new chapter. A new Jon. He isn’t sure who that is just yet, but he’s braved the unknown too many times to be afraid of it. If he’s honest with himself, he’s much more afraid of going back.

New York isn’t all that different from Metropolis. Jon figures most big cities are pretty similar. They all have their own uniqueness about them, of course, but at their core things work largely the same. Jon is still just a kid from the country at his heart, but with his “home away from home” being Metropolis, New York feels almost familiar to him. Different enough to be exciting, and to remind him he’s doing something so remarkable, but familiar in a way that gives him confidence.

Things will be okay here. Jon can do this.

He repeats that to himself as his gut tightens. His parents will only be a short flight away. He can go out and see them anytime he wants, really, but living away from them, in a whole new city no less, is still nerve-wracking.

But of course, for now, bless them, they’re helping him move into his new apartment. His roommate is out when he arrives, but he can see the signs of life that tell him they’re already here. Probably have been for a day or two. One of the rooms has their stuff in it – he assumes they’re a girl based on the glance he catches when he’s exploring, but the moment he sees they’ve already claimed it he retreats from the room and tosses his stuff in the other one.

The furnishing is spartan, but Jon expects this, and he’s dealt with worse on missions. It doesn’t look like his roommate has done much to make the place feel more homely, except clean, he thinks, but there’s no way to tell until he meets them if they’re just a minimal person or if they’re waiting for him.

I’ll have to buy groceries next time. He thinks, checking the fridge and cabinets, realizing his roommate has already stocked up.

But he doesn’t spend much time in the living room yet. He wants to meet his roommate before he starts messing around too much in the common space. Instead, he focuses on putting his bedroom into order.

Besides their room, and the obvious signs of life, there are some other traces of them around the place. The bathroom has a bunch of products tucked neatly off to the side, and the cupboards under the sink have basic supplies. He spots a first-aid kit, too, which concerns him just a little because it’s a big one. Like, the kind of overstocked kit he’s only ever seen in heroes’ homes. But Jon just shakes the concern out of his head, rationalizing that there’s any number of reasons for a better first-aid kit. They probably just like to be prepared. After all, they’ve already got the apartment in order, with the exception of things he imagines his input would be relevant on. They seem like a fairly organized person from that alone.

When he runs out of things to do in the apartment, he heads out with his parents to sightsee a bit, and that’s how he spends the rest of his day. It’s not until late in the evening that he returns to his new home. Alone.

The first thing he notices when he opens the plain door is the scent of fresh cookies. The next is the soft thudding of feet, and then a petite girl slides around the corner with a used rolling pin in her hands and flour dusting her pink apron.

She grins widely. “You must be my roommate! I’m Marinette. It’s nice to meet you!”

“I’m Jon.” Jon says, grinning back. “How long have you been here?”

Marinette turns to lead him down the hallway to the living room. “Oh, I got in on Monday. I’ve been so excited to meet you! Oh! And when I saw your stuff here today, I made cookies! Do you have any allergies?”

“Nope.” Jon follows the flowing black hair bobbing in front of him until they find themselves in the living room and kitchen, snickering softly at how he has to look down at her. She’s so cute! And she made cookies! “That’s really nice of you. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I used to make macarons for my class on the first day of school. This is just my way of saying hi, and that I want to be friends.”

Jon swears his heart melts a little. She’s adorable. Hero or not, Jon resolves at that moment that he’ll do anything to keep this girl safe. She’s too pure for this world. “Aw, well I want to be friends, too.” Jon says. “And now I feel like I got really lucky, with you as my roommate.”

The girl flushes and giggles but shakes her head as she pushes him towards some cookies set out on a cooling rack. “Help yourself. They’re still warm.” She says

“Don’t mind if I do.” Jon has to admit, the cookies look delectable. And when he bites into one, he could be on Krypton for how the taste transports him. “Oh my god, these are so good.”

Marinette just giggles. She smirks proudly, a little smugly. “Mhmm. My parents are bakers, actually, so I’ve been baking almost my whole life. What do your parents do?”

“They’re journalists. Reporters in Metropolis. Mom also writes books.”

“Wow, my best friend wants to be a reporter! In Metropolis, though? Is that where you’re from?”

“Sort of. I live on a farm in Hamilton County. A ways north of there. I visit a lot, though, so it’s a home away from home of sorts. What about you? You’ve got an accent, uh… French?”

“Mhmm. I’m from Paris. I came here to study fashion at FIT.”

“That’s so cool! You’re a fashion designer?”

“Yeah! That’s my dream. I’m so lucky to have this chance to study here.” Marinette helps herself to a cookie herself as she makes herself comfortable on a chair. Jon follows her to sit down as well. “What about you? You’re about my age, aren’t you? You here for college?”

“I’m nineteen.” Jon says “And yeah. NYU. I’m, uh, still undecided though. Not really sure what I want to study yet.” He’s embarrassed to admit it, though he knows he’s going to be telling a lot more people about his indecision. After all, everyone in college is going to be asking each other their majors.

Marinette, when she talks about fashion, even just her opportunity to go to school here for it, she has this glow about her. She knows exactly what she wants and she’s going for it. Jon can’t help but admire that. It makes him feel a little behind the curve, though. There’s a lot of undeclared majors in college, but he imagines most people their age already have some idea at least.

“I just turned twenty!” Marinette says. “But you’ve got time to figure it out, right? There’s a lot of core classes we’ll have to do anyway.”

“Yeah.” Jon admits. “That’s true. No rush just yet.”

“You’ll find what you want to do, Jon.” Marinette says confidently. “No need to worry yet.”

Jon just laughs quietly. Am I that transparent? He doesn’t think he’s so obvious that Marinette can see how bummed he is about not knowing what he wants to do with his life, but she makes that little effort to comfort him anyway. “You’re right. Thanks.”

Marinette grins, and then smacks herself. “Oh, I told myself I’d warn you ahead of time! Making clothes often takes up a lot of space. Mostly just when I have to cut fabric, but I might have to use a lot of the floor space here every once in a while.” She gestures to the living room. “And I might have to move the furniture to make space sometimes. I’ll try to keep as much of it as I can at the university, but…”

“That’s fine.” Jon says. “I don’t mind at all. If you do need to move the furniture, let me know and I’ll help out.” Jon eyes her and the furniture and while the furniture isn’t hefty by any means, Marinette is a small girl. He may not be using his powers much being off-duty and with a roommate who can’t know about them, but he’s still a big guy and moving around some furniture won’t be more than a small annoyance at best. He hopes she doesn’t push herself too hard trying not to inconvenience him if it does come down to that.

“Thank you.” Marinette beams brilliantly. “I understand it might get annoying, but as I said, I’ll try to keep most of that stuff at school. Hopefully, we won’t have to do that too often. And I hope you don’t mind; I took the bedroom with a little bit bigger closet.”

He laughs. “Not at all. Sounds like you’ll need it.”

Marinette agrees, laughing along with him. “So, when do you start, anyway?”

“Next week. You?”

“Same. I’m really excited! To be honest, I still kind of can’t believe I’m here. In America!” She laughs. “I never thought I’d find myself here, but here I am.”

“I’ve been to Paris,” Jon says, “but I never got the chance to really look around. Is it very different from here?”

Marinette shrugs non-committally. “Well, you don’t have the architecture here. Paris is much more elegant, but I do like New York. It’s just as inspiring, just in a different way. Life in a big city isn’t all that different though. I just have to use English, now. It must be worse for you, you said you came from a farm?”

“Yeah, but I spent a lot of time in Metropolis. It’s not too different, either. Biggest thing for me is the noise. When I had to spend the night in Metropolis? Like, do those people ever sleep? It’s so quiet on the farm. Nothing like the city.”

“It must be so beautiful out there, though.”

“City’s pretty, too. It’s different, but they’re both nice.” When Marinette only hums in agreement instead of commenting further, he asks, “So what classes do you have at FIT? Do you have the same core stuff as I do, or is it different since your college is specialized?”

Marinette furrows her brow. “I’m not sure, actually. I still have to get credits in all the normal stuff. Science, math, foreign language – I really need to talk to an advisor about French there, actually – but I’m not sure if they offer the same classes as NYU. I’m taking a communications class but that’s for non-native English speakers, and geometry for my maths. And Science of Jewelry counts for my natural science credit, but I did see that they offered more typical science classes.”

Jon hums. She really is focused on design. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. “I’m taking more general classes. Kind of hoping something will catch my interest and help me figure out what I want to do. I guess it makes sense that a specialized college would teach even the regular classes through that kind of lens.”

“Yeah.” Marinette yawns widely. “I’m glad, though. Not sure I’d enjoy sitting through core classes if they weren’t tailored to art or design.”

“Ha, yeah. You getting tired?”

“A little. I’m still on Paris time, I guess. Do you mind if I go get ready for bed?”

Jon hold up his hands. “Don’t need my permission. This is your apartment too. Go ahead. I’m just going to…” He reaches over to the plate of cookies Marinette leaves on the coffee table. “Take another one of these and get ready for bed myself.”

Marinette giggles. “Alright. Good night, Jon.”

“Nighty night, Marinette.”

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tricksheart · 3 years

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♡ Otome Ask Meme ♡

( Accepting from mutuals and anons )

@heartsbloomed said: 8 and 22 ( otome asks )

8. What are some of your favorite routes? 22. Which games have the best soundtracks or opening songs?

I’ve played a lot of otome games so I’m going to make a small list of each game.

ROUTES THAT I LIKE

Code Realize Abraham Van Helsing Victor Frankenstein

Collar x Malice Takeru Sasazuka Kei Okazaki Kageyuki Shiraishi Aiji Yanagi

EPHEMERAL -FANTASY ON DARK- Natsume Shiba Ray

Piofiore: Fated Memories Henri Lambert Nicola Francesca

Cafe Enchanted Canus Espada Il Fado de Rie

Amnesia Kent ( o ) Ikki Ukyo

Mystic Messenger Jumin Han 707

HLitF Hyogo Kaga Hideki Ishigami

Ikemen Vampire Napoleon Bonaparte Arthur Conan Doyle William Shakespeare Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Ikemen Sengoku Mitsunari Ishida Kenshin Uesugi Date Masamune

Mr Love: Queen's Choice Victor

( there’s more but I think this covers the major games available on mobile and switch / ps4 games. Anything made by genius inc doesn’t count because it’s mostly pay to play for those mobile otome games which in my opinion suck ).

I really like the music from Piofiore: Fated Memories the best but the music from EPHEMERAL -FANTASY ON DARK- is exceptionally well made too and fits with what is happening ( can’t really say that with HLitF ). But we can’t forget the music that plays when THE JUMIN HAN appears on the screen, even in times when it’s not his route. Urban Night Cityscape just hits differently. For openings, I really don’t have a favorite per say but I love the ending themes for Piofiore. It’s just a visually and audibly good game even though it does have heavier themes.

#long post: tw #[ akira kurusu in disguise. SERE ]#heartsbloomed #and I am listening to jumin's theme as I am typing this;;#you can tell that I have a crush on the mr. CEO;;

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ao3feed-tmnt2k12 · 4 years

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Symbiogenesis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

And the Villains won, massacring the heroes. A civil war occured that wiped out the greater Villains. Now slowly dying, Earth has become a land of mercenaries, marauders, and creatures of horror or rage. In this land, former US Soldier Randall Malloy is brought into a greater world as his life is targeted by enemies beyond his scope. Relying on his protector, the Symbiote Lesion, they must survive in a world where chaos reigns and the world is far more grey than it is black and white.

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 3069, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DC Animated Universe (Timmverse), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Avengers (Comics), X-Men - All Media Types, Witchblade - All Media Types, Spawn (Comics), Spawn: The Animated Series (Cartoon 1997), Godzilla - All Media Types, Godzilla (2014), Godzilla: King of The Monsters (2019), Kong: Skull Island (2017), Metal Gear, Gundam Wing, 機動戦士ガンダム鉄血のオルフェンズ | Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans, Universal Century Gundam, Rockman | Mega Man - All Media Types, Rockman X | Mega Man X, Rockman Zero | Mega Man Zero, Transformers - All Media Types, Bionicle - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Duck Dodgers in the 24 1/2th Century, Hellsing, Fate/Grand Order, Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, Metroid Series, Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Big Hero 6 (2014), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball, Bleach, Skullgirls (Video Game), King Kong (2005), Fantastic Four (Comicverse), Marvel, 艦隊これくしょん | Kantai Collection, 碧蓝航线 | Azur Lane (Video Game), 少女前线 | Girls' Frontline (Video Game), Outlast (Video Games), Friday the 13th Series (Movies), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, Ringu | The Ring - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Halo (Video Games) & Related Fandoms, Invader Zim, Cartoon Network Universe: FusionFall, Nicktoons (Video Games), Disney - All Media Types, Lobotomy Corporation (Video Game), Jurassic Park - All Media Types, Jurassic World Trilogy (Movies), Venom (Comics), Kill la Kill (Anime & Manga), Ben 10 Series, Generator Rex, ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Street Fighter, King of Fighters, Mortal Kombat (Video Games), Mortal Kombat - All Media Types, Left 4 Dead (Video Games), Call of Duty (Video Games), LEGO Exo-Force, Terminator - All Media Types, RoboCop - All Media Types, Killing Bites (Anime), Under the Red Hood, Batman: Arkham (Video Games), 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game), Magia Record: Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga), Minecraft (Video Game), G.I. Joe - All Media Types, G.I. Joe: Renegades, Elfen Lied, Digimon - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2003), Samurai Jack (Cartoon), Samurai Spirits | Samurai Shodown (Video Games), Aliens vs Predators Series - Various Authors, Alien Series, Predator Original Series (1987-1990), Alien vs Predator (2004), Danny Phantom, Borderlands (Video Games), Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), BioShock 1 & 2 (Video Games), BioShock Infinite, Fallout (Video Games), Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Team Fortress 2, Portal (Video Game), Half-Life, Child's Play/Chucky (Movies), Evil Dead (Movies), Overlord - Maruyama Kugane & Related Fandoms, ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, The Secret Saturdays, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Fate/EXTRA, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Persona Series, One Piece, Doom (Video Games), Kingdom Hearts, Deadpool - All Media Types, Gorillaz, Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga), Berserk (Anime & Manga), Black Rock Shooter - All Media Types, Undertale (Video Game), Star Trek, Starbound (Video Game), Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Xenogears, Xenoblade Chronicles 2 (Video Game), Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Sodagirls, Haydee (Video Game), Marvel vs. Capcom (Video Games), Dark Souls (Video Games), Darkstalkers (Video Games), Adventure Time, Young Justice - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types, Devil May Cry, Akame ga Kill! (Anime & Manga), Gakuen Mokushiroku | Highschool of the Dead, Dead Rising, Power Rangers, Powerpuff Girls, Incredibles (Pixar Movies), The Incredible Hulk (Comics), Wolverine (Comics), The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, Looney Tunes | Merrie Melodies, Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor (Video Games), Assassin's Creed - All Media Types, Warcraft - All Media Types, Destiny Child - Fandom, Dungeons & Dragons - All Media Types, Streets of Rage (Video Games), Bendy and the Ink Machine, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, Re:CREATORS (Anime), Injustice: Gods Among Us, Justice League: Gods and Monsters (2015), W.I.T.C.H., Black Lagoon (Anime & Manga), Jormungand (Manga), Men in Black (Movies), Men in Black: The Series, Soul Calibur, Duke Nukem (Video Game), RWBY, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Rayman (Video Games), Spyro the Dragon (Video Games), Crash Bandicoot (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Original Character, Original Characters, Sirnight | Gardevoir, RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev | Sev Vau, Yang (Bleach), Ying (Bleach), Clementine (Overlord - Maruyama Kugane), Tsuzuki Shiori, Jason Todd, Robo-Fortune (Skullgirls), Scythana, Cassandra Cain, Marie (Skullgirls), Mandy (Billy & Mandy), Slade Wilson, Lex Luthor, Galatea (DCU), Frost (Mortal Kombat), Android 21 (Dragon Ball), Brolly (Dragon Ball), Char Aznable, Future Trunks Briefs, Future Bulma Briefs, Future Mai (Dragon Ball), Future Android 18 (Dragon Ball), Goku Black, Mileena (Mortal Kombat), Tanya (Mortal Kombat), Skarlet (Mortal Kombat), Kano (Mortal Kombat), Zero (Rockman), Haven Trooper, Beauty and the Beast Unit (Metal Gear), Laughing Octopus (Metal Gear), Crying Wolf (Metal Gear), Raging Raven (Metal Gear), Indominus Rex (Jurassic Park), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Arkham Knight (Batman: Arkham), Durge (Star Wars), Slipstream (Transformers), T-Dolls, T-X (Terminator), T-1000 (Terminator), Future Son Gohan, Future Cell (Dragon Ball), Heero Yuy, Karen Starr, Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Dr. Wily (Rockman), Damian Wayne, Arno Stark, Victor von Doom, Nemesis Prime, Rachel Summers, Rachel Foley, Gina Foley, Seras Victoria, Integra Hellsing, Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist), Brainiac (DCU), Luorno Durgo, Gojira | Godzilla, Zilla Jr. | Godzilla Junior, Thel 'Vadam | The Arbiter, Metal Sonic, Neo Metal Sonic, Mechagodzilla (Godzilla), Mecha Sonic, Samus Aran, Dark Samus (Metroid), SA-X (Metroid), Bambietta Basterbine, Candice Catnipp, Liltotto Lamperd, Meninas McAllon, Giselle Gewelle, Tia Harribel, Emilou Apacci, Franceska Mila Rose, Cyan Sung-Sun, Big Sister (BioShock), Elizabeth (BioShock), Tenryuu (Kantai Collection), Musashi (Kantai Collection), Nitocris | Caster, Jeanne d'Arc Alter | Avenger, Minamoto no Raikou | Berserker, Passionlip | Alter Ego, Artoria Pendragon Alter | Lancer, Yautja (Predator), Female Yautja (Predator), Xenomorph (Alien Movies), Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Yamamura Sadako, Michael Myers, Chucky | Charles Lee Ray, Doomsday (Superman), Doom Marine | Doom Slayer | Doomguy, James "Bucky" Barnes, Hassan-i-Sabbah | Assassin, LadyDevimon (Digimon), Gaz (Invader Zim), Jenny Wakeman, The Combine (Half-Life), Juri Han, Seth (Street Fighter), Veranke (Skrull Queen), Asagi (Witchblade), Witch (Left 4 Dead), Finn the Human, Huntress Wizard, Susan Strong, Cyberdemon (Doom), Spider Mastermind (Doom), Pillar Men (JoJo), Asui Tsuyu, Tatsumaki (One-Punch Man), Nymphs (Rayman), Princesses (Rayman), Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sensei | All For One, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Toga Himiko

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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ao3feed-genrex · 4 years

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Symbiogenesis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 3069, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

#generator rex #genrex #IFTTT #ao3feed

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ao3feed-assassinscreed · 4 years

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Symbiogenesis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 3069, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

#ao3feed #fanfic #assassin's creed #assassins creed

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ao3feed-fma · 4 years

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Symbiogenesis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 1282, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #FMA #FMAB #Fullmetal Alchemist

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bh6-fanfictionfeed · 4 years

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Symbiogenesis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 3069, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Big hero six fanfiction #big hero 6 fanfiction

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ao3feed-skullgirls · 4 years

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Symbiogenesis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 3069, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

#skullgirls #fanfiction

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ao3feed-doctorwho · 4 years

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Symbiogenesis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 1282, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LbprwG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #doctor who #dw

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burntcroissants · 4 years

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by JMP00

2020

It has been a decade since the greatest conflict in Human history happened

The Great Battle between the Heroes and Villains

Except for certain OCs, all characters, concepts and franchises here don't belong to me.

Words: 1282, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Original Character/Canon Character, Future Trunks Briefs/Future Mai

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Hope, Grimdark, Crossover, Multiverse

#AO3 works tagged 'Powerpuff Girls'

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