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supermanshield · 1 year
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superbat fic where theyre trying to wrangle everyones busy schedule? jl meetings, galas, someones birthday dinner, someones recital, theres a lot to account for lol
Oh anon, you know this is my favourite trope for superbat! <3 Thank you for the ask and sorry it took a while, but here it is. And I really let myself go, didn't count the words but it's way more than 100.
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"Tonight?"
"I can't, Damian's teacher wants to speak to me. Again." Bruce sighed and flicked through the calendar on his phone. Almost every day was completely filled with appointments, meetings, league meetings, monitor duty, patrol time. Hmm... "How about Saturday morning?"
"I go running with Lois, you know that. And you probably won't be awake, anyway."
"You could just... start without me."
"Bruce!" The people at the table next to them looked up. Clark shut his mouth and sat back, embarrassed. Bruce went back to his phone. Clark still carried around a paper agenda, for some reason, and flicked through that.
"Saturday evening is Cass' ballet recital...."
"We definitely can't miss that," Clark confirmed. Bruce shook his head in agreement.
"Sunday you've got the annual Zenith Awards and Gala. Hmm."
Clark groaned. "I wouldn’t mind missing that one. Or sneak out during. I don't need to hear Luthor talk all evening."
"As one of the nominees? Clark, no. I'll be there to cheer you on, and protect you from the big bad Lex by talking over him."
Clark chuckled. "You're the best." His face lit up. "Oh. So after, we could sneak out together..."
"Won't do. It'll be too late by then.” He lowered his voice. “and I'll have to go straight to patrol."
"And Monday I've got a late monitor shift. Tuesday Dick's coming over for dinner, Wednesday..."
"Board meeting, you know that."
Clark nodded. "Right. Thursday I promised to help Jon... up north," he said, indicating the direction of the fortress with his eyebrows. He sat back, defeated, staring at his agenda. "So that's it, no time at all this week? Not even a little gap somewhere? I can be quick."
"And that's not always a good thing, Kent." Clark almost choked on his coffee. If he could. "And this is not even counting any..." Bruce looked over at the other table, lowered his volume so only Clark could hear. "Any of the unexpected things we deal with." Clark nodded solemnly, and leaned over the table closer to Bruce. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Supervillains could visit, or break out, or natural disasters could occur. They were used to dropping everything at a moment's notice when they were needed. It was the rest of their lives that were so busy. 
"This was to be expected with four full-time jobs and 9 children between us," Bruce concluded, leaning over the table as well, meeting Clark halfway to put his glasses back on his face.
"I can't believe it's come to this already. We have to plan our sex time."
"If you call it sex time again, we might not have to plan it at all anymore, Clark."
Clark couldn't hold back a laugh at that. He brushed some hair out of Bruce's face. His mouth was curved in a genuine smile, a smirk he usually only saw in the bedroom. He still couldn't believe they had finally gotten together, and he was so happy with Bruce in his life, but it was hard sometimes, to keep meeting halfway and around their schedules, between battles and fights and missions, and daily life.
Bruce perked up suddenly, eyes opening wide. "Clark," he said. "What are we doing?"
Clark frowned. "A date? Just two regular guys on a date?"
"And what could we be doing."
A lightbulb came on in Clark's head, but he wasn't convinced yet. "Hey, a date is important too. I don't want our relationship to only consist of quickies in the broom closet."
"I agree," Bruce said hastily, and it warmed Clark's heart. "But we just established that you won't get any of me for at least a week, so I choose sex. Right now. We still have an hour." He stared intently into Clark’s eyes.
"Okay." Clark took a sip of the coffee that they were about to abandon, and held up one finger. "But only if you stay in bed with me after."
“Fine,” Bruce grumbled, but the skip in his heartbeat was unmistakable. 
Bruce paid for their coffees quickly, while Clark waited with his jacket by the door. As they left the little café, he could hear the couple that had sat next to them talking over their food.
“Ahh, young love,” the woman mused.
“Dear, those guys were at least in their forties.”
“You have no sense of romance, Derrick.” 
Clark smiled, jogging after Bruce into the alleyway to take him home.
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emo-milk · 2 years
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What's that one tumblr post about OPENING tumblr and reading it like it's the morning paper? That's me except its 6 am and I havent slept and I am rotting my brain. Best brain rot I've ever had.
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writing-prompt-s · 1 month
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They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven't had your "third" death. You decide to find out why.
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faeriekit · 6 months
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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pierog · 2 months
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i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.
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thesefallenembers · 6 months
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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sourdough-seal · 6 months
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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
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supermanshield · 10 months
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Devotion
Clark/Bruce, 3.6k words, explicit
It happened again, I tried to write something serious and porn came out. This is for passing 1500 followers. Thank you all so much for sticking with me even though I haven't been very active lately!
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"C-clark." 
"That's it, baby," Clark pauses, making Bruce realize he has just groaned loudly into the sweaty pillow he’s been holding on to. A hand in his hair pulls him from his descent into a blissful un-presence where he can detach feeling from sound and feel nothing but his own pleasure. A state that he normally craves so much, but not right now, not with Clark. He wants to be fully present for Clark, and for their first time. 
Bruce had shown up only hours prior, on Clark’s doorstep at exactly the agreed-upon time, holding a bottle of wine and an air of normalcy that was largely foreign to both of them. Clark let him taste the pasta he was cooking from a wooden spoon, his other hand coming up close to catch any spillage that might fall so as not to dirty his floor, his eyes sparkling with pleasure for Bruce. A table set simply and for two - one fork, one knife for each plate - sat by Clark's window overlooking the Metropolis skyline and the street below, where children played in the last light of the day. It was a painfully mundane and white-collar date night that Bruce has never had the luxury of experiencing before. It was exhilarating. 
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the-overanalyst · 6 months
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
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bebx · 7 months
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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
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