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lunasfics · 9 months ago

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Found Family - Under the Blossoms

summary: You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you.

this is sort of a continuation to found family! read here

pairings: Batfam x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader

word count: 2k

request: "I neeeeeeed more Wayne-Kent daughter stuff. Your first post was truly amazing. Can I request a fic gets really upset about something and she hasn’t been home in a couple days. Everyone is looking for her but she’s hiding somewhere far away, maybe in Japan surrounded by cherry blossoms and a koi pond in the forest. Clark finds her and brings Bruce with him to see if she’s okay. You can change anything that you want but just the premise of the reader missing. Thank you!!! " requested by @ashdoctor

a/n: hi! i would first and foremost like to thank the sender of this request because I have had the worst writers block and this kind pulled me out of it :).also this not not proofread so sorry in advance for any typos,,,, anyway, this is kinda focused a bit on bruce and y/n's relationship cause they're both like. fucked up and complicated lolol but yeah I hope you like it! ALSO! i based the old japanese couple on a haikyuu character kita shinsuke, cause why not i thought it'd be fun

“Shit.”

“Well I’ve flown through all of Gotham and Metropolis twice, and did a once-over around the country, not a trace. I’m getting really worried.”

“She has to be somewhere, how long have we been searching?”

“Going on day 3.”

“Fuck.”

“I’ve checked every landmark I’ve taken her to see during our training, I haven’t seen her once.”

“We’ll keep looking.”

The comms have been flooded for the past two days with nervous chatter and consistent but pointless updates in regards to your unknown whereabouts. Clark and Connor have been doing the physical searching while Bruce has hacked into any and every surveillance camera he could in hopes of the system picking up your face somewhere, anywhere.

Your siblings have taken over Gotham patrols, Barbara occasionally taking over the online search while Alfred forces Bruce to get some sleep.

You’ve been living with him for well over six months now, adjustment has gotten easier for you, and you’d gotten more comfortable in going off on your own to explore. Now, Clark never has a problem with this, encouraging you to explore as much as you could, “The world has so much to offer, soon you’ll understand why we care so much for keeping it safe” he’d say.

Bruce however felt it was reckless to use your powers so casually, you shouldn’t depend on them the way you do, that it's a liability to your civilian life. It’s not something you should be so careless about, “Your safety and well-being is not someone you should take lightly.”

Naturally, you are too stubborn to see this was purely out of worry, that he actually cares for you. You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you.

Maybe that’s why you reacted the way you did during your last conversation with Bruce. The seething anger that heated your bones, the dense lump that formed in your throat as you spoke. The unpleasant pit in your stomach as you slammed the cave door behind you, the sweaty palms and the inexplicable reflex within you that told you to keep yourself guarded. To not let these people close enough to stab you in the back, to protect yourself and your skills. Do not allow yourself to be held back.

So now here you are, on some farmland in a tiny town in Japan. You weren’t sure this town has had access to any recent tech for at least the past ten years. It was a refreshing change, it reminded you of all your favorite things about Smallville. The smell of the crops and the way the cherry blossoms bloomed along the outskirts of the fields in the spring. The pink of the petals was soft and peaceful, the wind blowing softly through them released a pleasant floral smell that made you feel at peace.

Arriving there was an experience, you just flew and flew until you found yourself in a field at the crack of dawn, opening your eyes to an elderly Japanese couple standing over you, concern etched into their aged faces, confusion was evident in the way they spoke to you, but so was kindness.

Mr and Mrs Kita were kind people, taking you in without question because they knew you were in need. They told you their story, about their grandson and how he goes to school in the city.

And so they invited you in and were delighted to find that you speak Japanese, although their dialect was different from yours, they welcomed you with open arms. You’ve worked in their fields the past two days, finding peace within yourself, and as nice as it was, you missed your family.

Back in the house, the couple observes you as they do everyday, you pay no mind as you continue to harvest crops.

“She’s a bit of an odd one, isn't she?”

“I quite like her, honest worker, though she seems as though she carries a heavy burden.”

“Yes, I noticed that. She's quite adorable, she almost reminds me of our Shinsuke.”

“I do see it Dear, perhaps they’ll meet when he visits for the summer.”

“I do hope so.”

“I’ve got something.” Bruce stood in his seat, gloved hands clicking away relentlessly as the batcomputer, pulling up a global map of movements that have broken the sound barrier within the past week.

Clark stood behind him, eyeing the screen that was littered with red lines, the United States being full to the brim given their recent search. There were more streaks around the world leading to the landmarks, all which Clark could recall making. However there was one that stood out to him, a singular streak that abruptly stops in the middle of Hyogo, Japan.

“What could she possibly be doing in the middle of Japan”

“I really don’t know Clark but we need to go now. Wait for me outside, I’ll update the others.”

All that was going through Bruce’s mind was seeing you again, having a rational, calm conversation where he isn’t so wound up from a failed mission and where you don’t feel so backed into a corner.

Bruce Wayne isn’t very much a man of expressing feelings, granted, over time he has improved immensely, but he is nowhere near perfect and neither are you. You’re two people, a father and his daughter who are trying their best to be better for each other and for those you love.

Bruce is a man who at times tends to lack patience, there are not many things he isn’t good at, unfortunately being emotionally vulnerable is one of the things he could use improvement on.

That’s probably why he let you go that night instead of chasing after you, and it’s probably why he stayed silent while Lois was telling him off when he first told her and Clark that you were missing.

If he’s learned anything in his time as a father, it’s that he’d do better, and he will continue to be a better father today than he was yesterday.

Regardless, he knew he needed to get his daughter.

For one hour every day, at one o’ clock, you went and sat under the cherry blossoms, inhaling the comforting floral fumes, feeling the defined rays of sunlight peak through the branches of the tree and onto your soft skin.

You knew the soft breeze by heart now, the way it felt softly dancing through your hair, the cool sensation of it against your hairline as it kissed away the beads of sweat formed by the day of work in the sun. You had decided last night that today you would go home, as peaceful as it was there you missed your family. You missed your dads and brothers and sisters, you missed the civilians you’d help on patrol. You missed helping people, but more than that you missed your family. You missed baking for them and laughing with them, learning about life and society with them by your side every step of the way. You had decided that today at sundown. you would leave everything in order and organized for the Kitas and bid your farewells, of course you would visit soon, they’re kind people who took care of you when you needed it.

You immediately knew something was off when you felt a sudden gust of air, uncharacteristic for the climate in this area. You knew for certain something was off when you heard the familiar swoosh of that cape.

You turned slowly and sure enough, you saw Bruce, walking towards you in long powerful strides, Clark not far behind him.

His steps are aggressive, almost sloppy, his strides large and powerful, his walk having more purpose than you’d ever seen it.

You prepared yourself for the lecture, the mental image of his condescending glare as he breaded you for your lack of self preservation, your recklessness, how this could have compromised your identity, how you're stupid, so so stupid. How you don’t think. How you’re not worth it, a lost cause-

Two strong arms wrapped themselves around you before you knew what was happening. The scent of cologne and the faint smell of metal filling your senses, why isn’t he yelling at me?

“I was so worried. We all were. Please, don’t do that again, we’ll talk it through next time. I’m sorry.” His voice was gentle, not what you were expecting, his voice was kind, so much so that you felt your eyes glaze over, a wet sensation making its way down your cheek. . You were crying. There was that puddle of warmth pooling in your chest, that sense of security and safety. Clark came up behind you and held you tight, the feeling intensified.

Ah. Now it made sense. His steps weren't aggressive, they were nervous, emotional.

“You really had us scared there, kiddo. Next time, come to Metropolis, or Smallville, or the tower, anywhere with anyone, but talk to us. We’re always going to be here for you because that’s what family is.”

Tears fell from your eyes, though you didn't understand why, tears were typically for sadness, but you weren’t sad. These were tears of disbelief, of joy, of love. How funny it is that you never, not once thought you could possibly be cared for like this, that you could ever obtain a proper family like the kinds you learned about. You decided then and there that you would be damned if you ever lost them, if you ever left this.

“I’m sorry I left, I shouldn’t have. I was going to go back today– the people. The people here have been taking care of me, I was going to help them and say goodbye.”

Clark shook his head, “You don’t need to apologize, it’s okay, Y/n. Why don’t you go say goodbye, and we can have dinner with Ma and Pa. Sound good?”

You nodded gingerly, feeling like a small child, you never got a childhood, you didn’t get coddled nor did you get spoken to in a loving manner. You were never reassured nor were you truly shown kindness until the night they saved you from that lab.

The world is a cold and scary place. You’d seen some of humanity's worst, you were created by them, you were intended to be one of them. You’ve found that within the world there’s kindness, there’s love, there’s peace.

You pulled away from them and made your way through the field and into the house, smiling at Mr and Mrs Kita sitting at the dinner table playing a game of chess, Mrs. Kita stood and smiled at you, as if she already knew.

“I want to thank you both sincerely for your hospitality, I can’t thank you enough for the kindness you have shown me,” your voice shook but you continued, “I promise to visit again soon, and anything you need, please let me know and I will give it to you.”

Mr. Kita laughed and shook his head, “You owe us nothing, if anything we owe you, the fields look better than I’ve ever seen them, you’re always welcome here.”

Mrs. Kita smacked his arm lightly, and smiled and pulled you in for a hug, “That isn’t the only reason, what he means is we will always welcome you here with open arms, Dear, be safe.”

You hugged them and retreated back to your dads, joining them on their way back to Kansas, where your loving family was already waiting.

Bonus!

“My goodness! Did you see that scary man in the cape outside? How cold he looked.” Mrs. Kita shuddered as she laid next to her husband.

“Yes, I did, and my, that bulky fellow in the blue? He could do without the leggings.”

“I think they do him quite a service… from behind at least.”

“My goodness Yumie, have some class Dear.” He shook his head.

She laughed, “Well, you don’t have it like you used to, old man. I’d like something to look at every so often, why don't you go buy yourself some leggings?”

He scoffed, “Not happening, Woman. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. They best not keep Y/n from visiting or I’ll fly to the states and get her myself.”

The room erupted into giggles and laughter, it was peaceful in the small farm in Hyogo that night.

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nemesis-writer · 4 months ago

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Training Wheels

Masterlist TW: neglect, but mostly fluff

Ridin' down, ridin' down My hand on your seat the whole way round I carry Band-Aids on me now For when your soft hands hit the jagged ground Wheels aren't even touchin' the ground Scared to take them off, but they're so worn down Promise I won't push you straight to the dirt If you promise me you'll take them off first

'Come on Jon, hurry up we're almost there.'

You remember the time when you first saw Jon when he was playing games with Damian. Let's face it, you were downright in love with him, you didn't really knew how to deal with it since you've been deprived of that since birth.

You've always thought of him as a night in shining armor. He'd always bring you gifts in your birthday, sometimes give you books to read when you're bored. But it was satisfying for now.

I love everything you do When you call me fuckin' dumb for the stupid shit I do Wanna ride my bike with you Fully undressed, no training wheels left for you And I'll pull them off for you I love everything you do When you call me fuckin' dumb for the stupid shit I do Wanna ride my bike with you Fully undressed, no training wheels left for you And I'll pull them off for you

There's no doubt in the world that you love him. You'd laugh together, sometimes take you to the movies, and even invite you to his farm for lunch during recess. But you, you loved him, you wanted to stick with him forever and didn't want anyone to ruin the moment.

Some might say you're stupid for relying on a boy who is friends with the very people who've neglected and abandoned you. But no one can stand on the way of love right?

Lettin' go, lettin' go Tellin' you things you already know I explode, I explode Askin' you where you want us to go You've been ridin' two-wheelers all your life It's not like I'm askin' to be your wife I wanna make you mine, but that's hard to say Is this comin' off in a cheesy way?

You loved the fact that he is dating you, but you'd never know if he felt the same way. So far in your relationship it's based on wishful thinking. Who's to judge a now-legal adult for being in a relationship with a person she's been head over heels for?

But what you didn't know was that Jon truly love you and cherish your memories together. He even has his own job where he can afford a 10 karat princess-cut sapphire ring. (Also thanks from stealing Conner's money.) He prepared your guys future together as parents, while you were prepared to let him go with the assumption that he doesn't love you.

You'd be surprised with how much he has prepared for your future together.

Damian, on the other hand, paid no mind to you, and failed to notice Jon's past attempts into dating you. He remains completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend is dating the girl that no one would bat an eye for.

10 years later...

Your wedding was completely peaceful since it was held in a small chapel in Metropolis. Only the Kents including Alfred and some trusted friends were invited to the party. And by trusted friends you meant the whole damn Justice League without the bats.

'I Y/N take Jon as my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

'I Jon take Y/N as my lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

Cheers could be heard even from outside the chapel. But the bats never truly knew why the whole League didn't attend the meeting and instead called in sick, out of planet, or family issues.

It was only until they saw in the news:

'MS, or should I say MRS WAYNE KENT JUST GOT MARRIED AND THE WHOLE WAYNE FAMILY DIDN'T ATTEND!'

A/N: this was actually one of my favorites of Crybaby

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dreamersworldduh · 4 months ago

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HIS HEART

• CLARK KENT x MALE!READER

SUMMARY — The night after Clark's proposal, he's filled with joy and excitement, feeling on top of the world as he basks in your love and the promise of your future together. Proud and grateful, he's eager to share the news with your closest friends and family, wanting them to witness the love that has profoundly changed his life.

WARNING! 18+ MDNI.Suggestive Langauge. Swearing. Violence.

WORDS! 8.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE! Firstly, Happy New Years, dreamers! Welcome to 2025, let’s have an amazing year. Secondly, this is a sequel to HIS HOME—I couldn’t resist it, I hope you enjoy 😉✨

By morning, the soft golden light of dawn spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting a tranquil glow across the room. The apartment was quiet, the only sounds the faint hum of the city waking up outside and the rhythmic, steady breaths of Clark as he slept beside Y/N. Everything about the moment felt perfect—still, warm, and filled with the unshakable weight of love.

Y/N stirred first, his eyes fluttering open slowly as he became aware of the comforting press of Clark's chest against his back. One of Clark's arms was draped securely around his waist, holding him close, while the other rested lightly over his hand. The touch of Clark's fingers brushing against the cool metal of the ring now circling Y/N's finger sent a familiar rush of warmth through him.

The ring.

Y/N turned his head slightly, glancing at the simple, elegant band that glinted softly in the morning light. The memories of the night before came rushing back: the flickering candles, Clark's trembling hands, the way his voice had trembled with emotion when he asked the question that changed everything. A breathless smile curved Y/N's lips as he traced the ring's edges with his thumb, savoring the reminder of the love that had brought them to this moment.

He lay there for a moment longer, basking in the glow of last night's joy, until he felt Clark shift behind him. Clark's arm tightened instinctively around his waist, pulling him closer. Y/N smiled as he felt the warmth of Clark's breath tickling the back of his neck, and soon after, Clark stirred fully awake. His eyes blinked open, hazy with sleep, before they settled on Y/N, and his lips curved into a tender, lazy smile.

"Good morning," Clark murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep.

Y/N turned in Clark's arms, his heart skipping at the unguarded softness in Clark's expression. "Good morning," he whispered back, his fingers reaching up to brush a lock of dark, tousled hair from Clark's forehead.

Clark's gaze dropped to Y/N's hand, and his smile deepened when he saw the ring catching the sunlight. Without hesitation, he took Y/N's hand, bringing it to his lips to press a lingering kiss to his knuckles. His blue eyes sparkled with love as they met Y/N's.

"My fiancé," Clark said softly, the words carrying both reverence and joy, as if testing the way they sounded. His thumb brushed gently over the ring, his touch sending a familiar warmth through Y/N's skin. "My fiancé," he repeated, his voice softer, savoring the title like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever spoken.

The words sent a rush of happiness through Y/N, who couldn't help but smile. "Your fiancé," he echoed, the sound of it thrilling and new, the meaning settling deeper into his heart.

Clark's grin turned playful now, boyish and full of pure, unrestrained joy. "That's right. My fiancé." His tone was teasing, but his eyes were soft, filled with so much love it was overwhelming. "I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of calling you that."

Y/N chuckled, the sound light and full of affection. "Good," he replied, his cheeks warm, "because I'm never going to get tired of hearing it."

Clark didn't hesitate as he leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in a kiss that was slow and lingering, each second steeped in the promises they had already made and the countless ones they would keep in the future. The world outside could wait; this moment was theirs alone.

When the kiss broke, Clark's forehead rested gently against Y/N's, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "I love you, my fiancé."

"I love you too," Y/N replied, his voice soft but sure. The way Clark held him—the way he looked at him—made Y/N feel like the only person in the world.

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms, the morning stretching around them like an unbroken promise. Clark's hand slid along Y/N's thigh, grasping it firmly and wrapping it around his waist, pulling them impossibly closer. His lips found the soft curve of Y/N's neck, brushing slow, deliberate kisses against his skin.

The faint green glow of the clock on the bedside table caught Clark's eye, and for a fleeting second, he registered the time: 7:39 AM. They had work soon, and the world would eventually come knocking. But right now, Clark didn't care.

His hands moved with gentle but deliberate strength as he shifted Y/N onto his back, their bodies pressing together in the morning light. The room filled with nothing but the quiet sounds of their breathing and the faint rustle of sheets. Clark's lips never left Y/N's neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along his jawline and down to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear. Each touch of his lips sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, his fingers instinctively gripping at Clark's strong shoulders.

As Y/N's chest rose and fell beneath him, Clark's hands slid lower, caressing every inch of skin with an intimacy born from years of love and trust. His fingers found the waistband of Y/N's boxers, his movements patient but full of intent. Y/N let out a soft gasp as Clark slipped them off with ease, the fabric sliding away to reveal him fully. Y/N's dick sprang free, his body already reacting to Clark's touch, his breaths coming a little quicker as Clark's gaze roamed over him with a mix of adoration and desire.

Clark's lips continued their journey, pressing soft kisses to Y/N's collarbone before trailing back up to his neck. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, warm and intimate as he spoke. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his words barely above a breath but filled with raw emotion. "I love every part of you."

Y/N felt his cheeks flush at Clark's words, his heart pounding as the deep sincerity in Clark's voice washed over him. "Are you... trying to go for round—what?— Five?" he asked, his tone teasing but his voice still trembling slightly from Clark's overwhelming presence.

Clark pulled back just enough to meet Y/N's gaze, his deep blue eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and longing. A playful smile tugged at his lips as he brushed a lock of hair from Y/N's forehead. "Of course," he replied softly, his hand returning to Y/N's thigh, gripping it firmly. "I want to please you... every day, every moment of the day."

The intensity of Clark's words sent a spark of heat through Y/N, and his hands reached up to cup Clark's face, pulling him into a slow, passionate kiss. The connection between them was electric, their breaths mingling as Clark's hands explored Y/N's body with care, reverence, and unyielding devotion.

The warmth between them was palpable, their bodies pressed close together. Clark's hands caressed Y/N's sides, his touch firm yet tender, grounding them in the intimacy of the moment.

Without breaking their gaze, Clark leaned back just enough to reach for the waistband of his own boxers. The fabric slipped down effortlessly, revealing him fully, his dick springing free and already glistening with arousal. The raw need in his expression was softened only by the undeniable love that radiated from his every touch and movement.

Y/N's breath hitched at the sight, his own arousal stirring further as he felt Clark's body move against his. The vulnerability, the strength, and the overwhelming passion in Clark's actions sent a shiver through Y/N's entire body. Clark's hands returned to Y/N's thighs, gripping them gently as he settled closer, their skin now completely bare against each other.

Clark's voice dropped to a husky whisper, rich with affection and desire. "You're everything to me," he murmured, his lips finding the curve of Y/N's neck once again, pressing slow, heated kisses along his sensitive skin. "I want to make you feel how much I love you... in every way."

His words sent a wave of warmth through Y/N, his hands reaching up to thread through Clark's dark hair, pulling him closer. Their breaths mingled, the heat between them building as Clark's movements became more deliberate, his lips exploring Y/N's neck, collarbone, and chest with reverence.

Time seemed to stand still as the world outside faded, leaving only the two of them wrapped in the intensity of their connection. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word carried the weight of their love—a bond that transcended words and was expressed in every deliberate, passionate motion.

Clark's devotion was undeniable, and Y/N could feel it in every moment, every inch of closeness they shared, as their love deepened and unfolded in the quiet sanctuary of their morning together.

By 8:46 AM, Clark and Y/N began their familiar routine, moving around the apartment to get ready for the day ahead. The remnants of the night and early morning lingered in the air—a soft glow of love and intimacy that neither could quite shake.

Y/N stood at the bathroom sink, toothbrush in hand, glancing in the mirror at Clark, who was leaning casually against the doorframe, his eyes following Y/N's every move. His hair was still slightly tousled, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing glimpses of his toned chest. There was a playful smirk on his lips, one that Y/N recognized all too well.

"You're staring," Y/N said, his voice muffled slightly as he brushed his teeth, his reflection meeting Clark's in the mirror.

Clark grinned, unrepentant. "Can you blame me?" he teased, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Y/N's waist from behind. His chin rested on Y/N's shoulder, and he placed a soft kiss on the curve of his neck. "I'm just admiring my fiancé."

Y/N rolled his eyes, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his feigned annoyance. "We're already running late," he said, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth.

Clark hummed in response, clearly unconcerned about the time. His hands slid down to Y/N's hips, pulling him closer, his body pressing firmly against Y/N's back. "What's a few extra minutes?" he murmured, his lips brushing Y/N's ear. "I don't think I've had enough of you yet."

Y/N turned around, leaning back slightly against the sink as he raised an eyebrow at Clark. "Didn't we just—?"

"Not enough," Clark interrupted, his tone playful but his eyes warm and full of affection. He leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a kiss that was slow and lingering, his hands roaming up and down Y/N's sides.

Y/N pulled back with a soft laugh, placing his palms against Clark's chest. "Clark, we really need to get ready."

Clark sighed dramatically, his hands reluctantly letting go as he stepped back, though the mischievous glint in his eye remained. "Fine," he said, running a hand through his hair. "But I can't make any promises about keeping my hands to myself later."

Y/N shook his head, his cheeks flushing slightly, but he couldn't stop the smile spreading across his face. "You're annoying."

"And you love it," Clark shot back, grabbing his tie from the counter and tossing it around his neck as he moved to the bedroom.

As Y/N adjusted his tie in the mirror, Clark stepped up behind him, resting his hands lightly on Y/N's shoulders. Their reflections in the mirror showed a couple glowing with happiness, their eyes meeting with shared excitement. Clark leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N's temple before meeting his gaze in the mirror.

"I've been thinking," Clark began, his voice warm and casual, though his eyes sparkled with a hint of nervous energy.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, turning slightly to face him. "Oh? Should I be worried?"

Clark chuckled, his hands sliding down to rest on Y/N's hips. "Not at all," he replied, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling back. "I just... I was wondering how you'd feel about having my parents and some of our friends over for dinner this weekend."

Y/N's expression softened, his curiosity piqued. "Dinner?"

Clark nodded, his lips curving into a boyish smile. "Yeah, dinner. I think it's time we share the news." He gently took Y/N's hand, brushing his thumb over the ring that glinted in the morning sunlight. "I want everyone to know about us, about our engagement. About how much you mean to me."

Y/N's breath caught for a moment, the sincerity in Clark's voice striking a chord deep within him. "Clark..." he murmured, his voice trailing off as a warm smile spread across his face.

Clark's grip on Y/N's hand tightened slightly, his gaze steady and filled with love. "I want to tell my parents, my friends... everyone who matters to us. I want them to celebrate this with us, to see what we've built together. And to see how lucky I am to call you mine."

Y/N felt his cheeks flush, a mix of pride and affection swelling in his chest. "You sure your mom's not going to cry the second we tell her?" he teased lightly, though his voice carried a hint of his own emotion.

Clark laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Oh, she's definitely going to cry. And my dad's probably going to give one of his heartfelt speeches." He paused, his grin softening into something more intimate. "But that's what makes it special, right? Sharing this moment with the people who love us."

Y/N nodded, his hand tightening around Clark's. "I think it's a great idea," he said softly. "Let's do it."

Clark's smile widened, his relief and excitement evident. He leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a quick but tender kiss. "You're amazing," he murmured against Y/N's lips.

"You're not so bad yourself," Y/N replied with a chuckle, resting his forehead against Clark's.

As they continued their morning routine, the thought of sharing their engagement with family and friends added a new layer of excitement to their day. The idea of their loved ones gathered around the table, celebrating their love and future together, filled both of them with warmth and anticipation.

Clark's hand lingered on Y/N's as they left the apartment, his mind already buzzing with plans for the dinner that would mark the next chapter in their lives.

The hum of activity surrounded Y/N as he worked diligently at his desk, the tapping of his keyboard punctuating the soft murmur of office chatter. He was deep in thought, reviewing a LexCorp report that demanded his full attention, when his phone buzzed on the edge of his desk. Without looking, he reached for it, his focus still on the screen in front of him.

"Hey, love," he answered casually, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he continued typing. The familiarity of the caller didn't require a second glance.

On the other end, Clark's voice came through, warm and steady, though there was a faint undercurrent of strain—something Y/N didn't immediately notice in his focus. "Hey, baby. How's work going?"

Y/N smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair as he gave his full attention to the call. "Busy, as usual. You caught me in the middle of a deadline, but I always have time for you. What's up?"

In the background, Y/N could hear faint noises—odd whooshes, distant crashes, and what might have been a roar. He frowned, his curiosity piqued. "Where are you? It sounds like you're outside."

Clark chuckled softly, though there was a hint of exertion in his voice now. "You could say that. I'm with the League right now... handling a situation."

That was when Y/N picked up on the subtle pauses in Clark's words, the heavy breaths between sentences. He straightened in his chair, concern flickering in his expression. "Clark. What kind of 'situation' are we talking about here?"

There was a loud crash on Clark's end of the line, followed by a muffled shout from someone Y/N recognized as Wonder Woman. "It's nothing to worry about, I promise," Clark said quickly, though Y/N could practically hear him dodging something. "Just a... mystical creature trying to tear apart downtown. But it's under control. I'm fine."

Y/N pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. "You're calling me... in the middle of a battle? Clark, what are you doing?"

"I'm multitasking," Clark replied lightly, though the strain in his voice was becoming harder to mask. Another roar echoed in the background, and there was a faint crackle of what sounded like magical energy. "Besides, it's important."

Y/N's brow furrowed, equal parts exasperated and amused. "Oh? And what's so important that you're calling me while fighting a mystical creature with the Justice League?"

"Well..." Clark hesitated for just a moment before continuing. "I was thinking about the dinner party this weekend. You know, the one where we're announcing our engagement?"

Y/N blinked, utterly thrown by the sudden change in topic. "Yes, I remember. What about it?"

Clark let out a small grunt of effort, likely mid-action, before responding. "I wanted to know what you're planning to cook. I thought maybe we could do something special. Your lasagna, maybe? Or those little appetizers your mom taught you to make?"

Y/N stared at his phone, momentarily speechless. "Clark. You're calling me right now, while fighting God-knows-what, to talk about dinner plans?"

"I mean, it's an important dinner!" Clark protested, his tone entirely earnest despite the chaos clearly unfolding around him. "I want everything to be perfect for us, for our parents, and for our friends."

Y/N rubbed his temples, shaking his head even as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Clark, you're ridiculous, you know that?"

"I try," Clark replied, and Y/N could practically hear the grin in his voice. A loud roar interrupted their conversation, and Clark's voice came back slightly muffled. "Diana! On your left!"

Y/N groaned softly. "You're actually fighting something right now, aren't you?"

"Yes, but don't worry—" Clark started, his voice calm despite the clear pandemonium in the background. "Bruce is handling strategy, and Barry's keeping civilians out of harm's way. I'm just... improvising. Like I said, it's under control."

Y/N sighed, shaking his head but unable to suppress a laugh. "Alright, fine. Yes, I can make lasagna. And maybe the appetizers, if you promise me one thing."

"Anything," Clark replied quickly, his voice full of affection even as there was a distant thud on his end.

"Come back in one piece," Y/N said firmly, his tone softening with concern.

Clark's voice turned warm and reassuring. "Always," he promised. "I love you. I'll call you once this is wrapped up."

"Love you too, Clark," Y/N replied before hanging up, shaking his head as he set the phone back on his desk. His heart was full, despite the absurdity of the moment.

And as he returned to his work, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that even in the middle of chaos, Clark's thoughts were always with him.

The creature let out a deafening roar before crumbling to the ground in a heap of glowing embers, its mystical energy finally dissipating into the night air. Clark floated a few feet above the ground, his cape billowing in the breeze as he scanned the area to ensure the threat was completely neutralized. Around him, the members of the Justice League began to regroup, their faces showing a mixture of relief and pride at another mission accomplished.

"That was... something," Barry said, leaning against a lamppost, still catching his breath. "What even was that thing?"

Diana sheathed her sword with practiced ease, her expression calm but resolute. "A creature of chaos magic," she replied. "Not easily vanquished, but we handled it well."

Arthur kicked a piece of glowing debris, his trident resting against his shoulder. "Handled it? More like dragged it down kicking and screaming. That thing was stubborn."

Hal smirked, his Green Lantern ring dimming as he folded his arms. "Stubborn or not, we still showed it who's boss."

Clark landed softly, his boots touching the cracked pavement as he adjusted his posture. His face was calm but his thoughts were elsewhere. As the team exchanged light banter and assessed the scene, he glanced at Bruce, who stood a little apart from the group, his cape pooling around him like a shadow. Bruce was already typing something into a small device on his gauntlet, clearly preparing to leave.

Clark cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Good work tonight, everyone," he said, his voice steady and authoritative. "I know it wasn't easy, but the city's safe, thanks to all of you."

"Team effort," Diana replied with a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Team effort that I'm starving from," Barry added, rubbing his stomach. "Do we have a Justice League catering service yet?"

Clark chuckled softly, his usual warmth returning to his voice. "No catering service, but I do have something to ask all of you."

The group turned toward him with varying degrees of curiosity. Even Bruce paused his work and glanced up.

Clark hesitated for just a second, then smiled. "Y/N and I are hosting a dinner party this weekend. We wanted to bring everyone together—not for a mission or a battle, but just to share a meal and spend time with the people we care about."

Barry's face lit up immediately. "Dinner party? I'm in. Do you need me to bring anything? Because I'm bringing something."

Hal raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Big Blue hosting a dinner party? This I've got to see. Count me in."

Arthur chuckled, leaning on his trident. "As long as there's plenty of booze, I'm there."

Diana's smile softened, her gaze warm. "It's a wonderful idea, Kal. I'd be honored to join you."

Clark nodded, his expression brightening as he looked around at the team. "Great. It's nothing fancy—just some good food and company. Y/N and I thought it would be nice to spend some time with all of you outside of League missions."

His gaze shifted toward Bruce, who had remained silent throughout the conversation. Clark took a step closer to him, his voice dropping slightly. "What about you, Bruce? Will you join us?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly, his usual unreadable expression firmly in place. "You're hosting a dinner party," he said, his tone flat. "And you want me there?"

"Yes," Clark replied, his voice unwavering. "You're part of the team. And more than that, you're my friend."

Bruce's gaze flicked toward the others, who were all watching the exchange with varying levels of interest and amusement. He exhaled softly, his arms crossing over his chest. "Dinner parties aren't exactly my thing."

Clark smiled knowingly. "I didn't think they were, but it wouldn't be the same without you."

For a moment, Bruce said nothing, his sharp eyes studying Clark. Finally, he nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. But don't expect me to be social."

Clark's grin widened. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Barry leaned toward Hal, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Did we just witness Batman RSVP to a dinner party?"

Hal snickered. "I think we did."

"Save it," Bruce said flatly, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

With the invitations extended and the team dispersing to return to their respective cities, Clark felt a sense of satisfaction. The hardest part—convincing Bruce—was done. Now all that was left was to prepare for the evening. As he flew home, the thought of everyone gathering around the table, sharing laughter and stories, filled him with warmth.

What they didn't know—what none of them knew yet—was that this wasn't just a dinner. It was the start of something new, something he and Y/N were excited to share with the people who meant the most to them. But for now, he'd let the anticipation build. The big news could wait until the right moment.

The kitchen buzzed with energy as Clark and Y/N worked side by side, preparing the dinner that would soon bring together their closest friends and family. The warm, savory aromas of simmering sauces, roasting vegetables, and fresh herbs filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of their favorite playlist playing in the background. The golden glow of the kitchen lights reflected off polished counters and the dishes they had meticulously chosen, adding to the cozy, inviting atmosphere they'd created.

Y/N stood at the counter, carefully chopping fresh basil and parsley while glancing at a handwritten recipe card propped up against a jar of olive oil. Clark, across from him, was stirring a pot of fragrant marinara sauce on the stove, his movements fluid and relaxed, though his occasional glances at Y/N betrayed his inability to fully focus on the task at hand.

"You're staring again," Y/N said with a soft laugh, not even bothering to look up from his chopping. His voice was warm, teasing.

Clark grinned, utterly unrepentant as he set the wooden spoon down and leaned casually against the counter. "Can you blame me? You're cute when you're focused."

Y/N rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the small smile tugging at his lips. "Flattery isn't going to help you with the sauce. Keep stirring before it burns."

Clark chuckled and pushed off the counter, resuming his task but sneaking another glance in Y/N's direction. "The sauce is fine. You, on the other hand... are a distraction."

Y/N set the knife down, turning to face him fully with a raised eyebrow. "Oh? And how exactly am I distracting you?"

Clark didn't answer right away. Instead, he crossed the space between them in two quick steps, his arms sliding around Y/N's waist as he pulled him close. Y/N let out a soft laugh of surprise, his hands instinctively resting on Clark's broad chest.

"Like this," Clark murmured, his voice low and playful. He leaned down, brushing his lips lightly against Y/N's, teasing him with barely-there kisses.

"Clark," Y/N protested weakly, though his hands curled slightly into Clark's shirt. "We have a dinner to prepare. People are coming over."

Clark's grin widened, and he pressed a kiss to Y/N's forehead before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "We've got plenty of time," he said confidently. "And if they show up a little early, I'll just tell them we're... busy."

Y/N laughed, shaking his head. "You're so needy," he said fondly, but there was no denying the warmth in his voice or the way he leaned into Clark's embrace.

"Yet you love me," Clark shot back with a wink before stepping back to give Y/N room to work. He returned to the stove, stirring the sauce with renewed focus, though the soft smile on his face lingered.

The two continued their dance around the kitchen, moving in perfect harmony as they worked. Y/N taste-tested the marinara, offering Clark a spoonful, which he accepted with an exaggerated "mmm" that made Y/N roll his eyes. Clark, in turn, helped Y/N season the lasagna layers, sprinkling just the right amount of cheese while sneaking playful pecks on Y/N's cheek whenever he got close enough.

At one point, as Y/N was plating appetizers, he felt Clark's arms snake around his waist again, pulling him gently away from the counter. "Clark," Y/N started, his tone half-scolding, half-amused.

"I just need one more," Clark said, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of Y/N's neck. "You can spare me thirty seconds."

Y/N sighed dramatically but turned in Clark's arms, resting his hands on his shoulders. "You're lucky you're cute," he said, leaning up to kiss him properly.

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in the warmth of the kitchen and the love they had built together. The world outside could wait, and even the dinner could wait for a few more seconds. Right now, this was theirs.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N gave Clark a playful nudge. "Alright, back to work. If we burn the lasagna, I'm blaming you."

Clark laughed, grabbing a towel to pull the baking dish from the oven. "Don't worry, love. Everything's under control."

As the finishing touches came together—salads plated, drinks poured, desserts arranged on a decorative tray—the two took a moment to step back and admire their handiwork. The dining table was set with care, candles flickering softly against the elegant place settings, the air filled with the comforting scent of home-cooked food.

Clark slipped an arm around Y/N's waist, pulling him close as they looked at the table. "You know," he said softly, pressing a kiss to Y/N's temple, "I think this might be the best dinner we've ever made."

Y/N smiled, resting his head against Clark's shoulder. "It's not just the food," he replied. "It's us."

Clark tightened his hold, his voice low and full of love. "It's always us."

The soft chime of the doorbell rang out, cutting through the gentle hum of conversation as Y/N adjusted the centerpiece on the dining table one last time. Y/N glanced up, his heart skipping with excitement as Clark met his gaze with a reassuring smile.

"They're here," Clark said, his deep voice steady, though there was an unmistakable glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

Y/N smoothed the front of his shirt, exhaling softly to steady himself. "Let's do this."

Clark crossed the room in a few long strides, his broad shoulders and calm demeanor exuding confidence as he reached for the door. When he opened it, the familiar, smiling faces of his parents—Martha and Jonathan Kent—were the first to greet him.

"Clark!" Martha exclaimed, stepping forward to wrap her son in a warm embrace. She barely reached his shoulders, but her love and pride radiated as if she could envelop him completely.

"Mom," Clark said warmly, leaning down slightly to hug her back. His voice softened as he added, "I'm so glad you're here."

Jonathan clapped Clark on the back with his usual firm but affectionate grip. "Good to see you, son. It smells amazing in here already. You two really went all out, huh?"

Clark chuckled, stepping aside to let them in. "We wanted tonight to be special."

As soon as they stepped through the door, Martha's eyes lit up as she spotted Y/N. "Y/N, sweetheart," she said, crossing the room with open arms.

"Hi, Martha," Y/N replied with a smile, leaning down to hug her. Her embrace was warm and familiar, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging every time she greeted him this way.

"You've outdone yourselves," she said as she pulled back, her hands lingering on his arms. "Everything looks beautiful."

"Thank you," Y/N said, his cheeks flushing slightly. "We're so happy to have you both here."

Jonathan stepped forward next, extending a firm handshake. "Y/N, good to see you," he said with an approving nod. "You've really made this place feel like home."

"That's the goal," Y/N replied, feeling a swell of pride.

Before they could settle in, the doorbell rang again. Y/N exchanged a quick look with Clark before moving to open it this time. On the other side stood his own parents, their faces lighting up the moment they saw him.

"Y/N!" his mom exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug the moment the door swung open. Her voice was filled with emotion, and Y/N could feel the love and excitement radiating from her.

"Mom," Y/N said softly, holding her close for a moment before pulling back to greet his dad, who stood just behind her.

His dad extended a hand, his grip firm but filled with warmth. "Good to see you, son," he said with a proud smile. "And I have to say, this place already smells incredible."

"Thanks, Dad. It's great to have you both here," Y/N replied, stepping back to let them inside.

As they entered, Clark was already waiting with a friendly smile. He extended a hand to Y/N's father, shaking it firmly. "Mr. L/N, it's great to see you again."

"You too, Clark," he replied. "Though I think you can drop the formalities by now."

Clark chuckled, his easygoing demeanor putting everyone at ease. "Fair enough."

Y/N's mom beamed as she stepped forward to hug Clark. "Clark, it's so good to see you. You and Y/N have really outdone yourselves tonight."

"We're just glad you could make it," Clark replied, his tone sincere as he stepped aside to let them take in the setup.

As both sets of parents exchanged greetings and settled into the living room, Y/N and Clark exchanged a quick, knowing glance. The warmth and joy in the room felt tangible, and seeing their families come together like this was everything they had hoped for.

Y/N busied himself pouring drinks, while Clark made sure everyone was comfortable. Martha and Y/N's mom were already chatting animatedly about the dinner spread, while Jonathan and Y/N's dad swapped lighthearted stories.

Clark crossed the room to stand beside Y/N, his hand brushing lightly against Y/N's lower back. "I think this is off to a good start," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet affection.

Y/N smiled, leaning slightly into Clark's touch as he looked over at their parents. "Better than I could've hoped for."

The doorbell rang once more, Clark smiled warmly, squeezing Y/N's hand briefly before stepping toward the door.

"Ready for the next wave?" Clark asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N laughed softly. "As ready as I'll ever be. Let's do this."

Clark opened the door, revealing the arrival of their extended family. Diana stood in the doorway, her presence commanding as always, but her smile was soft and welcoming. She was dressed elegantly, a touch of her Amazonian grace reflected even in casual clothes.

"Kal. Y/N," she greeted warmly, stepping forward to embrace Clark first. "Thank you for inviting me."

"Diana, you know you're always welcome here," Clark said, returning the hug.

She turned to Y/N, her expression softening even more as she leaned in for an embrace. "Y/N, it's wonderful to see you again. And the apartment—this is beautiful. I can already smell the love you two have put into tonight."

"Thanks, Diana," Y/N replied, his smile growing. "We're so glad you could make it."

Behind Diana, Barry appeared, practically bouncing with excitement as he zipped through the door. "Hey! I'm not late, am I?" he asked, his voice brimming with energy as he glanced around. "Oh, man, this place looks amazing! And is that lasagna I smell? Please tell me I'm smelling lasagna."

"Barry, you're early," Y/N teased with a grin, stepping forward to shake his hand.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to miss anything," Barry said, already eyeing the appetizers on the table. "You guys always throw the best dinners."

Hal and Arthur followed next, the two of them laughing as they stepped inside. Hal clapped Clark on the shoulder with his trademark grin.

"Big Blue," Hal said, his tone easygoing. "This setup looks way too fancy for just a dinner. You're hiding something."

Arthur nodded, smirking as he took in the spread. "I agree. No way you two pulled all this together without a reason."

Clark chuckled, shaking his head. "You'll just have to wait and see."

"Typical," Hal muttered, though his grin remained as he exchanged a firm handshake with Y/N.

Arthur gave Y/N a hearty pat on the shoulder. "Good to see you, Y/N. Thanks for having us."

"Wouldn't have been the same without you," Y/N replied sincerely.

Finally, Bruce arrived, fashionably late, as always. His dark suit and composed demeanor stood out against the warm, lively energy of the room, but his presence carried an understated respect that only he could manage.

"Clark. Y/N," Bruce said with a small nod as he stepped inside.

"Bruce," Clark greeted, shaking his hand firmly. "Thanks for coming."

Y/N extended his hand as well, feeling the strength of Bruce's grip as they shook. "It means a lot that you're here."

Bruce glanced around, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of the room. "This isn't just dinner, is it?"

Clark smiled knowingly. "You'll find out soon enough."

As the Justice League members settled in, the apartment buzzed with energy. Diana and Y/N's mom quickly struck up a conversation about the table settings, while Barry and Hal bantered loudly near the appetizers. Arthur found a spot near Jonathan and Y/N's dad, exchanging fishing stories that had everyone laughing, and Bruce, true to form, quietly observed the scene from a corner, though his subtle smile betrayed his approval.

Clark stepped up beside Y/N, slipping an arm around his waist as they watched the room fill with laughter and conversation.

"Think they're suspicious yet?" Y/N asked, his tone light but tinged with excitement.

"Oh, definitely," Clark replied, leaning in close so only Y/N could hear. "But they'll know soon enough."

The doorbell rang again, pulling Y/N and Clark's attention away from the lively chatter filling the apartment.

Clark stepped forward to answer the door. When he opened it, Jimmy Olsen practically bounded inside, his usual enthusiasm lighting up the doorway. His camera dangled around his neck, and his bright grin was as contagious as ever.

"Clark! Y/N!" Jimmy exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement. "Man, this place looks amazing. You two really went all out!" He peered past them into the apartment, his eyes widening as he spotted the beautifully set dining table and the spread of food in the kitchen. "This smells incredible. Are you sure you're not secretly running a catering business on the side?"

Clark laughed, clapping Jimmy on the back. "Not quite, Jimmy. Come on in. Help yourself to some appetizers."

Jimmy didn't need to be told twice. "Don't mind if I do!" he said, heading straight for the table. "But seriously, this is top-tier hosting. You're going to spoil everyone."

Y/N shook his head, chuckling as he greeted Jimmy with a warm handshake. "Good to see you, Jimmy. I hope you're hungry—we've got plenty."

"I'm always hungry," Jimmy replied, grabbing a plate and eyeing the appetizers with wide-eyed appreciation.

As Jimmy busied himself with the spread, another figure stepped into the doorway. Lois Lane followed with her usual confident stride, pulling off her coat and handing it to Jimmy without breaking her pace. Her sharp gaze swept over the apartment, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

"Smallville, Y/N," Lois greeted, her voice carrying its signature blend of teasing and affection. "Well, look at you two. This setup is downright professional. Seriously, what's the occasion?"

Y/N and Clark exchanged a quick glance, the corners of their mouths twitching with barely hidden smiles. "Just wanted to get everyone together," Clark said smoothly. "It's been too long since we've had a proper dinner with friends and family."

"Uh-huh." Lois arched an eyebrow, clearly not buying the casual explanation. "Sure. You're definitely hiding something, and I'm going to figure it out before the night's over."

Y/N laughed, stepping forward to give her a quick hug. "Always the investigator, Lois. We're just glad you could make it."

Lois's expression softened, and she patted Y/N's arm. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. You know that."

As she made her way into the apartment, Lois paused briefly to admire the spread on the table. "Seriously, though. If this is just a casual dinner, I'm impressed. If not, then I better be the first to know whatever you're hiding."

Jimmy, now balancing a plate piled high with appetizers, chimed in, "I think the food alone is worth the mystery. But yeah, what's the deal, guys?"

Clark chuckled, shaking his head. "Patience. All will be revealed soon."

"Patience isn't my strong suit, Smallville," Lois quipped, though she grabbed a glass of wine and settled comfortably into a seat near Martha and Jonathan, who greeted her warmly.

Jimmy, meanwhile, wandered over to the Justice League members, his camera in hand. "Okay, this is wild," he said, looking between Diana, Barry, and Arthur. "I don't think I've ever seen this many heroes in one place without something blowing up."

Barry grinned, already halfway through a plate of food. "Hey, I'm just here for the lasagna."

Diana smiled knowingly. "It's good to gather like this—without chaos for once."

As Jimmy and Lois settled in, the apartment buzzed with energy. Y/N and Clark moved seamlessly between their guests, ensuring everyone had a drink and was comfortable. Y/N's parents chatted animatedly with Martha and Jonathan, while Lois and Diana struck up a conversation near the appetizers. Meanwhile, Jimmy tried unsuccessfully to get Bruce to pose for a candid shot, earning only a faint smirk from the usually stoic man.

Clark returned to Y/N's side, slipping an arm around his waist as they took a moment to survey the room. "Think they suspect anything yet?" he asked softly, his voice warm with amusement.

"Lois does, for sure," Y/N replied with a quiet laugh. "Jimmy probably just thinks we're trying to impress everyone with the food."

Clark smiled, leaning in close. "Well, the food is impressive. But it's not the main event."

"Not yet," Y/N said, glancing up at him with a grin. "But it will be."

With their closest friends and family now gathered under one roof, the stage was set for the announcement that would turn an already perfect evening into an unforgettable one.

The dining room hummed with cheerful conversation and laughter as the delicious aromas of the meal filled the air. Y/N stood at the kitchen counter, carefully plating up portions of lasagna, roasted vegetables, and golden garlic bread. His focus was on making sure each plate was perfect—every portion generous, every presentation neat and inviting. It was a small act of love, a way to show his appreciation for the people gathered around their table.

Clark stood beside him, ready to take each plate as it was finished. He leaned casually against the counter, his eyes filled with quiet admiration as he watched Y/N work. "You're amazing, you know that?" Clark murmured softly, just loud enough for Y/N to hear.

Y/N glanced up, his lips curving into a small smile. "I'm just making plates, Clark."

"No," Clark said, shaking his head slightly as he reached for the first plate. "You're making this whole night special. For everyone."

Y/N's cheeks flushed faintly, but he didn't respond, instead handing the next plate to Clark. One by one, Clark carried the plates to their guests, ensuring everyone had what they needed. Martha and Jonathan were the first to receive their plates, and Martha immediately beamed at the sight of the meal.

"This looks incredible," she said, her voice warm. "Thank you, Y/N."

Jonathan nodded, already inhaling the aroma. "Smells just as good as it looks."

Clark moved to the next table, setting plates in front of Y/N's parents. "Here you go," he said with a smile. "Straight from Y/N's hands."

Y/N's mom smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling with joy. "This is wonderful. You two really went all out."

"It's what we do," Clark replied with a chuckle, turning to grab another plate.

Barry, seated near the middle of the table, practically vibrated with excitement when Clark placed his plate in front of him. "Finally! I've been smelling this for hours—I'm starving."

"Take your time eating it, Barry," Diana said with a soft laugh, her plate already set in front of her. "It's a meal to savor."

"I'll try," Barry replied, though he was already digging in.

Clark continued handing out plates, moving effortlessly between the tables and flashing warm smiles at everyone. Hal raised an eyebrow as Clark set his plate down, smirking. "Tell me this isn't all Y/N's doing. You helped, right?"

Clark grinned. "I stirred the sauce," he said, earning a round of laughter from the group.

When the last plate was served, Y/N set down two plates on the counter—the ones for him and Clark. He wiped his hands on a kitchen towel, finally stepping back to admire the scene: their loved ones laughing, talking, and enjoying the meal he and Clark had worked so hard to prepare.

Clark approached him, his hand resting gently on Y/N's back. "Ready to eat?" he asked, his voice low and full of affection.

"Yeah," Y/N said with a smile, picking up his plate. But before he could move to a seat, Clark took both plates from him and set them down on the table.

Clark turned to him, his blue eyes shining with warmth. "Come here," he said softly, taking Y/N's hand.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, confused but amused as Clark gently pulled him toward one of the chairs. Instead of letting Y/N sit down, Clark settled into the chair himself and tugged Y/N down onto his lap. Y/N let out a small laugh, his arms instinctively wrapping around Clark's shoulders as he balanced himself.

"Clark," Y/N said, his voice low but full of affection. "There are people here."

"I know," Clark replied with a grin, his arms wrapping securely around Y/N's waist. "But this is our night, too."

Y/N shook his head, his cheeks flushing as he glanced around the table. Martha chuckled softly, sharing a knowing look with Y/N's mom. Lois smirked, raising an eyebrow in amusement, while Barry leaned over to Hal and whispered something that earned him a playful elbow in the ribs.

"You're impossible," Y/N murmured, though his voice was laced with warmth as he rested his forehead against Clark's.

"And you love it," Clark replied, leaning up to press a soft kiss to Y/N's temple.

With their plates in front of them, they finally began to eat, sharing quiet words and laughter as the warmth of the evening surrounded them. It wasn't just about the food or the gathering—it was about the love that radiated between them and the people they cared about most. In that moment, everything felt perfect.

As the meal wound down and the sound of laughter and conversation filled the apartment, Y/N glanced at Clark, who was seated beside him. Their hands brushed under the table, a small but reassuring gesture. Clark turned his head and met Y/N's gaze, his eyes full of warmth and encouragement. This was the moment.

Clark cleared his throat gently, tapping his fork against his glass. The soft chime rang out, catching the attention of their friends and family. Slowly, the room quieted, and all eyes turned toward them. Y/N felt a flicker of nervous excitement, but Clark's steady presence beside him gave him the confidence to speak.

"Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight," Clark began, his voice calm and strong, carrying easily over the room. His gaze swept across the table, lingering on the faces of their loved ones—Martha and Jonathan, Y/N's parents, Lois and Jimmy, and the members of the Justice League. "It means so much to have all of you here with us."

Y/N smiled, picking up where Clark left off. "We wanted tonight to be special because all of you are such an important part of our lives. You've been with us through so many milestones, and we couldn't imagine celebrating this next one without you."

The room fell completely silent, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Y/N's mom tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as if she already suspected what was coming. Lois leaned forward in her seat, her sharp eyes glinting with curiosity, while Barry's mouth hung open slightly, as if he were piecing it together.

Clark reached under the table, taking Y/N's hand in his own. He looked at Y/N, his eyes shining with love, before turning back to their guests. "Y/N and I have been through so much together—laughter, challenges, and everything in between. And recently..." He paused, glancing at Y/N with a smile that could have lit up the room. "I asked him a very important question."

Y/N smiled softly, his voice steady as he continued. "And I said yes."

Clark gently lifted Y/N's hand, revealing the elegant ring that now sparkled in the candlelight. "We're engaged," Clark announced, his voice filled with pride and joy.

For a moment, the room was completely still, the news settling in. Then, all at once, the silence gave way to cheers, applause, and exclamations of excitement. Martha gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. Jonathan beamed proudly, clapping Clark on the back from across the table.

"Congratulations!" Diana said, her voice warm as she rose from her seat to embrace them both. "This is wonderful news."

Barry practically leapt out of his chair, his excitement palpable as he gestured wildly. "I knew it! I knew it! This is amazing—when's the wedding? Can I bring cupcakes? No, wait, I'm making the cake!"

Lois smirked, raising her glass in a toast. "I knew something was up the moment I walked in. Congratulations, you two—you're perfect for each other."

Y/N's mom stood, pulling her son into a tight embrace, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "And so happy for you both."

Jonathan shook Y/N's hand firmly before pulling him into a quick, fatherly hug. "Welcome to the family, son," he said, his voice thick with pride. "Though you've been part of it for a long time already."

Martha took Y/N's face in her hands, her smile radiant through her tears. "You make my boy so happy," she said softly, glancing at Clark. "And that's all a mother could ever ask for."

Even Bruce, seated quietly at the end of the table, offered a small nod of approval. "Congratulations," he said simply, his tone warm despite its brevity.

As the congratulations poured in, Clark and Y/N stood side by side, their hands intertwined. Y/N's heart swelled as he looked around the room, taking in the love and support from every person gathered there. This moment, surrounded by the people who meant the most to them, felt like the beginning of something truly extraordinary.

Clark leaned in close, his voice low enough for only Y/N to hear. "I told you they'd be happy."

Y/N laughed softly, his cheeks flushed with emotion. "I wasn't worried. Not with you by my side."

The evening carried on with more toasts, stories, and laughter, the celebration of their engagement filling the apartment with warmth and joy. It was a night they would never forget—the perfect start to the next chapter of their lives together.

#x male reader #dc x male reader #dc #clark kent #clark kent x male reader #clark kent imagine #superman #superman x male reader #henry cavill x male reader #henry cavill

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ghostly-bat · 3 days ago

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A thing that bothers me a lot about the portrayal of JonDami in Fandom is the fact people assume that Clark would think of/see Damian as a bad influence. I know people have different standards for their own kids but it bugs me / feels so disingenuous to me as a Superman fan first who also loves Damian.

Like canonically the two have butt heads and Damian introduces a different Bat dynamic to Superman, but I genuinely think Clark would be sympathetic / amused by Damian and as Damian grows, the two get along pretty well. I just can't see the paragon of empathy seeing a child who been through so much and decidedly reduce him to his worst traits.

Maybe it's because I subscribe to the idea that Lois & Clark enjoy Damian's company, both having vastly different dynamics but serve as parental-adjacent figures (basically they're one of the trusted adults in his life) because the Kents that healthy family that Damian probably subconsciously compares his broken family to. Not because he envies the nuclear family-ness but oh you can talk to your father/mother and it isn't a mine field of insecurity / am i worthy roulette whenever I walk out of it.

😔 maybe it's bc im not a batman fan, so i like exploring Damian's dynamics outside his father lol

!!!!! This 100x this!

May I offer you some panels—

Clark being the person he is would 100% sympathize with Damian and understand why he is the way he is sometimes. And while he can sympathize with Damian it doesn't mean he has to like how Damian treated his own son when they first met. Both Clark and Bruce knew that it was a rough start for both Jon and Damian but I think Clark knew well enough at that point that Jon was capable of handling himself and if Jon didn't like a situation he could easily take himself out of it cus Jon himself as a kid was very vocal about his likes and dislikes so if Damian was treating him in a way he didn't like he was going to let you know and I think Clark knew that very well.

And Clark as a person likes to believe in the good in people and even if Damian's background is questionable for some people I believe that Clark himself was one of the few people that even with the knowledge of Damian's upbringing still believed he was and could do good and he has.

Damian is such a headstrong and opinionated kid that I'm sure Clark definitely found it rather amusing especially because Damian comes off as much more mature for his age (which isn't necessarily a good thing considering how he was raised) but Clark is one of the few people that sees and still treats him like a kid because that's what he is.

I also think he's able to notice the influence that his own son has on Damian and vice versa. Clark can see the benefits and normalcy of having Damian hang out with someone his own age and Jon also benefits from being around Damian especially because Jon himself felt rather odd and out of place when his powers were setting in and I'm sure Damian not being set off by that probably gave Jon a bit of ease even, if he did find Damian annoying and bossy in the beginning. Clark can clearly see how both boys benefit from being in each other's lives. Plus that's his son's first best friend and is his son happy? Yes! Is it unconventional? Of course it is but they both still get that sense of normalcy when it comes with having a best friend and I think Clark can see that and he wouldn't want to take that away from either of them.

I think both Clark and Damian definitely have a mutual respect for each other. Damian acknowledges all that Superman does and all he stands for and what he represents. He also sees how while Clark is Superman he's still a good dad and a good spouse and I think he really admires that.

Clark can see all the change and growth that Damian has done over the years. How much effort and discipline and sacrifice he's given to his friends and family and the people he cares about. He respects the fact that Damian left the only life he knew to be with his dad and learn a new way of life and that takes bravery because to leave something you've only ever known for something new can be really scary and I think that's something Clark can really respect.

Both Lois and Clark definitely love having Damian around I think they both find him rather amusing just because of his little quirks and the way Jon always talks about Damian makes them happy to know that their son has a friend that's always gonna look out and be there for him.

Damian definitely knows that the Kent family is a safe place even if he doesn't open up to all of them right away they still show him respect and patience and are very welcoming to him and I think they're more than happy to give him that vibe of a welcoming and loving family. He definitely appreciates them in his own way.

I think Clark's the type to still invite Damian into things even if Damian says no, he knows Damian's a bit closed off but he doesn't want him to feel like they've forgotten about him in anyway. They'd get along in the sense were they both have mutual respect for each other and Clark sees him as part of his own family. Especially if Jon and Damian get together I don't think it would be surprise to either him or Lois. They most likely saw it coming from a mile away. 💚💙

#I will never get the Clark not liking Damian thing because that just feels so out of character for Clark in general #He's not gonna hate on a kid who's clearly been through trauma that is not what he stands for 😤#ask #damian wayne #clark kent #supersons #Superman #batman #jondami #dc comics #damijon #lois lane #batfam #Batfamily #superfam #jon kent #jonathan kent

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bicarbonate-blues · 2 months ago

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Family- Sebastian x Farmer

Sebastian took a long drag from his cigarette, lungs squeezing in the icy winter air. If it had been summer, his pants would be rolled up to his knees and he'd be dangling his legs into the refreshing lake. You would be beside him, a grin on your face and your own legs swinging back and forth, creating infinite ripples that drifted off from sight. Yet, he was only leaning against a tree, the wood damp through his jacket but he didn't mind enough to move.

It wasn't the thought of a nightly smoke that carried his legs outside every night, even if he couldn't deny that the nicotine sent a pleasant buzz through his system. At first it had been a rebellion, and now it was a habit. He let out a small chuckle and then ground the infernal thing beneath his foot. The second you popped into his head, the taste of tobacco turned sour in his mouth. You already scolded him enough, lips pressed into a pout and brow furrowed. Robin was only half pleased at the realization as she'd been begging him for years to quit.

Sebastian loved his mother, he'd never tell her but she was a tether that never disappeared when he felt like he was drifting. Nasty things often came out of his mouth instead, but he thought his mother might know. It was some miracle that you inspired more changes in him. God knows his step dad didn't exactly make him want to do his very best. Demetrius was....complicated. Sebastian didn't hate the man but he wasn't comfortable the way a son and father should be. They weren't Kent and Sam. They weren't much, if he was being honest.

He loved his mother so he was fine with Demetrius. Didn't mind Maru but didn't know how to connect with her either. Was it wrong that he wasn't sure if he loved them? Years had passed and they were fixtures of his life. He hadn't truly appreciated Maru when she was young, hadn't tried to grow up with her. It was probably a shame too that he didn't think to feel guilty until you had shown up and befriended the both of them.

Sebastian wanted this holiday to be different, wanted to make the effort. He knew it would be a stunted and awkward thing, but looking at the crushed cigarette at his feet he thought that maybe it wasn't so bad to try.

"Don't think too hard, the smoke will come out your ears instead of your mouth,"

You stood just some odd feet back, a playful quirk to your lips. You were late to visit, but you knew he'd be here. The only surprise of the night was that Sebastian didn't have a cigarette between his fingers or lips. A roll of his eyes made you smile wider as the snow crunched beneath your feet.

You rubbed your chilled hands together and Sebastian immediately grabbed for them, stuffing them into his jacket pockets and twining your fingers together. As soon as his wall had come down he had become unbelievably affectionate and it left your head swimming. Tilting your chin up expectantly, you were not disappointed by the brush of his lips against yours.

"Thought you'd be here sooner," Another kiss, pressed to the crown of your head.

"Thought I'd catch more fish if I held out an extra hour on the docks," A casual shrug that was not devoid of sore muscles. "We'll get to sleep in before the feast of the winter star,"

Sebastian's stomach tumbled pleasantly at the invitation to the farm. A few nights a week he'd find himself pressed against your back, the dog at the end of the bed and the cat somewhere near the fireplace. You were nearing a year together and he had to tamper down the desire to marry you already. The farm was just as much home as you were at this point. Until then, he'd cherish time with his mom and, as the nagging in his mind wouldn't let him forget, try more with Demetrius and Maru.

"I thought you were going home?" It took a moment for him to realize what you had said and the smile split his face. Before you, Sam had been the only person who could really get him to smile like that but even then it was different, reserved in its own way.

"Well, I couldn't leave you all alone, could I?"

You knew how he felt about his family, knew that sometimes he struggled to feel like he fit in anymore. Robin had built a life with Demetrius and had a successful and bright daughter. His own doubts crept in and he knew Demetrius didn't quite see him as a son. You even knew how he hoped to change that. You just couldn't let him face it alone.

Removing your hands from his pockets, Sebastian opted to pull you against him, arms wrapped tight around your waist. Your earmuffs tickled against his cheek as you burrowed deeper into his warmth.

"Next year, I'll go with you. This year, there are some things I need to do,"

The ease at which he offered to spend time with your family made you dizzy as you dragged him into a kiss.

"Maybe some day all of us can gather at the farm. A big family gathering,"

It was tentative, whispered against his lips as if you were crossing a line in taking his sentence about a year in the future into one that represented a much longer future together.

A simple "I'd love that" put your fears to rest.

Sebastian would never be without family as long as he had you.

#omg in know christmas was forever ago #I can't believe how time passes #sdv christmas prompt #sdv sebastian #sdv sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian fluff #sdv fanfic #I am sorry dear anon for the wait

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dulcet-aurora · 2 months ago

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scatterbrain . jon kent x reader ⸼ ࣪ ✿ ❛ kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. ❜

❪ in which. ❫ you make jon kent lose his mind a little.

⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. tooth rotting fluff. ⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚. this anon! ⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 1.5k. ⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔. @di-lucss, @ephemerensis, @dollishmehrayan, @aangelinakii. ⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓. there was a note from an old situationship/talking stage/whatever term this fucked up generation has established for being in limbo with someone you like apologizing for fumbling me. it had been in there for a month. i didn't know. send help. also i'm kind of pushing the wasian!jon agenda idk. he's so 6'3 popular wasian boy coded. wasian!jon with glasses for the win! one last thing: ignore how i have no idea how to write teen!jon, i just know he's a sweetheart but incorporated themes of conventionally attractive teenage boys from my actual experience. i had to lock the conner kent lover inside of me behind bars. bear with me okay.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒆verybody loved jon kent. he never had anything bad to say about anyone, did his homework, loved his mom. he had a kind smile and a kinder heart, blue eyes and dark hair and glasses that always seemed to slip down his nose. there was nothing to dislike. you out of all people should be able to confirm that, taking as jon kent had been apart of your life since before there was a jon kent— your dads had interned at the daily planet back in high school and had been best friends ever since. you had known jon since you were squealing babies rolling around on a mat.

he'd been there when you were eleven and got your first period on the couch. you'd seen him through the awkward few years in middle school when his voice flew into awkward pitches and his shoulders and feet felt too big for him. he'd bandaged your scraped knees, learned to braid with your tangled hair. when the both of you were ten, you had sat next to him in the waiting room of the optometrist and comforted him due to his embarrassment with the new pair of clunky glasses sitting on his nose.

"you look just like your papa!" you'd said with a cheeky smile. you'd wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a hug as he smiled bashfully. lois had captured the moment on her phone and that picture sat snugly in a frame on his desk.

you leaned against his desk and stared at that photo, the frame cradled in your hands. on his desk sat another framed memory of you and him, much more recent. it was taken the previous summer when your family and his took a vacation to disney. he had his arms looped over your shoulders and his chin perched on your head as you stood in front of the tron ride. you held up a peace sign and were caught mid-laugh. you loved that picture.

everybody loved jon kent. but it was evident you loved him a little more.

raindrops drizzled down the windowpane and you set the picture back down on the desk. your eyes still lingered on the photo in the way warmth settled in your bones after a hug. a rumble of thunder echoed outside, rippling through the clouds like the tidal wave of warmth washing over your heart. you sank onto jon's desk chair and kept your eyes trained on the two framed photographs. different ages, but the same smiles, the same love for each other filling up the space between you.

you heard the click of a light switch turning on and you spun around in the chair to meet the startled eyes of today's jon kent, with a white towel wrapped around his waist and in complete lack of a shirt. droplets of water nestled themselves between his pectorals, dewy peach skin glowing in the golden light that bounced off the white towel, hugging perfect biceps and a sharp jawline.

you squeaked, hiding your face in your hands. all the warmth within your heart flooded your cheeks. jon jumped in time with a yelp, his hands scrambling to cover himself up. it wasn't as if you hadn't seen him without a shirt before, you had spent countless summer afternoons together in his pool. but this was different than seeing him in a swimsuit, being alone in his room with the chance of the towel around his waist dropping.

"what the fu—" jon cleared his throat and fumbled with his glasses that were balanced in his now shaking hands. you heard erratic footsteps that shook the floor and the harsh opening of his closet door. following was the desperate rustle for clothes and mumbled curses that were further muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

you babbled out apologies, attempting to bury your face even further into your hands than humanely possible. "sorry, sorry, sorry!" you shrieked, your squirming causing the chair to spin around slowly.

"what are you doing in my room?!" jon demanded, the sharpness of his words more flustered than angry.

"sorry, sorry!" you repeated, your face now buried in your biceps. you bit the inside of your elbow to keep yourself from screaming. "i— i thought you heard—"

"heard?!" jon exclaimed.

you heard footsteps outside the door and lois' voice called up, "is everything all right up there?"

jon glared at you, the fluster in his eyes shifting to desperation but still far from anger, before cupping a hand over his mouth and yelling back, "we're fine, mom!" you peered over your arms to see that— thankfully— he had clothes on now. a faded ac/dc t-shirt you'd gotten him at a thrift shop a few months ago that fit him disgustingly well and plaid pajama pants.

"you thought i heard?!" he hissed through clenched teeth before quietly closing the door to not cause anymore of a ruckus.

"i— i don't know!" you flapped your hands uselessly. "y-you have super-hearing and whatever, i don't know what your stupid periodic table genes give you!"

"periodic table?" he blinked, the agitation in his eyes clouding over in confusion before it finally registered in his brain. he looked at you with exasperated eyes, "ha, ha. you're as bad as damian." he shook his head to bring himself back to the current matter. "i was in the shower!"

"i was right outside!" you dug your nails into your cheeks. "you can hear people's heartbeats across the country! surely you can hear through a wall."

jon adjusted his glasses, giving you a look behind the lenses. "i'm not constantly checking your whereabouts."

you pressed the heels of your hands into your cheeks, trying to swallow down the awkwardness. it wasn't that big a deal. you exhaled and looked back at him with a look in your eyes that was a solution of earnestness and guile. "you should. i'm like, your best friend. in the whole wide world. the whole wide universe if i may be so bold. what if i went missing?"

"i'd find you, obviously," he muttered without missing a beat. he walked over, ruffling his damp hair and flicking your forehead as he passed you to get to his bed. you blinked and batted at his hand as the chair turned another circle.

you blew a stray lock of hair out of your face. "that's sweet." you smiled before turning back finding a bright blue hoodie and yanking it off the hanger. you slipped it on over your shoulders and let the warmth of cotton consume you. you caught a whiff of peppermint and aftershave on the hood. you hummed softly, the warmth of the fabirc and the comforting smell a mimic of jon's hugs.

"it's habit," jon gave you a shy grin. and that sweet something bloomed even bigger in your chest. he picked up a stray comic lying on his navy bedspread to hide the flush in his cheeks. "so... [ name ]." he dragged out the syllables of your name.

"so... jon." you mimicked his tone.

he looked up at you briefly, "that's my hoodie." he mumbled, his words sounding the slightest bit judgmental in your ears.

"i was cold," you said. "you gonna take it off?"

jon shot forward with a cough. "w-what?"

you toyed with the hem before closing the closet door and padding back over to his desk chair. "nothing," you said.

"what were you doing in my room," he asked suddenly, fighting to keep a casual tone as he grasped for another topic. he pushed his glasses up on his nose.

"i spend more time in here than i do in my own house," you replied. "why the sudden concern?"

jon flipped a page with a harsh fwip and cleared his throat. "no reason. you staying for dinner?"

"probably." you eyed him suspiciously.

"cool. cool. that's cool." he mumbled, chewing the inside of his cheeks.

your eyes stayed trained on him, noticing the price sticker labelling the comic for two dollars resting on his knees. the comic was upside down. you snickered, "how's the book?" you drawled.

" 's good," jon said.

"you must be an exceptionally good reader," you teased.

jon looked up at you with sparkling eyes, "did i ever tell you i got put in the highest reading group in fourth grade?"

"yes, jon, i know. i was there with you."

"oh."

you giggled, standing up from the chair and sauntering over to the edge of his bed. "and miss harmon must've seen something truly special in you, jonny," you continued, tapping the top of the book. "if you can read a comic upside down."

jon's blue eyes stopped moving back and forth over the pages. your finger pushed the book down slowly until it fell onto his lap. he gave you a bashful smile, "hey."

"hi." you smiled back at him, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

he kissed his teeth and looked down at the comic resting on his legs. he pointed at it, then back at you. "kryptonian vision." he said with a quick nod.

"nice save."

#❪ dulcet-aurora ❫ 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿#caroline writes ₊ ⊹ ❀#jon kent #jon kent x reader #supersons #superboy #jon el #jonathan kent #jon kent x you #dc #dc comics #dc x reader

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to-the-stars8 · 4 months ago

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Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3

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When Clark entered your apartment he was thankful that, unlike him, you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating. He was so nervous that he wondered if he was going to puke. It would be an interesting experience seeing as he never had gotten sick. Seeing you only intensified the feeling.

You didn’t notice his hesitance at first, kissing him on the cheek so nonchalantly that it seemed as simple of an act as blinking was. It wasn’t until he hesitated to tell you how his day was that you asked what was wrong.

“Can we talk?” He asked, ignoring your question entirely. When Clark heard your heartbeat spike, he knew he had worded it wrong. “We’re not breaking up. It’s…I need to talk to someone right now.”

The relief on your face was evident, and– if he wasn’t so worried about his current situation– he would have been distraught for even accidentally hurting your feelings. You squeezed his hand as you urged him to tell you his feelings. Looking at you, Clark could tell that if he asked for the moon, you would find a way to get it to him. He felt safe with you and hated that he was so nervous that it made him hesitate to talk.

“Clark?” You said softly as you leaned toward him. “Everything’s alright.”

It wasn’t. Not to him, anyway, but he appreciated the sentiment. Sucking in a breath, he finally told you. There was a boy that he named Connor that was his clone. There wasn’t much more that Clark could say about the matter. Clark Kent had a clone– or genomorph, whatever words Batman had used to explain it to him.

You were quiet for a moment, a furrow in your brow as you thought of all the new information he had given you, before starting to speak, “Who–who’s the other person that this clone is…made from?”

The name felt so sour on his tongue that he could hardly get it out. “Lex Luthor’s.”

“Oh,” Was all you said, and Clark was sure that was the only appropriate response. “Are you okay?”

Clark nearly broke down, expressing all his feelings because he just needed to. If it wasn’t for the help of Ma and Pa, taking Connor in when he first came to him, and you being so open about it all.

“I–I don’t know how to feel about him. I feel responsible, I guess, but,” Clark paused, not sure how to work his feelings. This situation was just too complicated. He considered himself a smart man, able to process complex issues, but he couldn’t wrap his head around this. Clark thought he should have been able to deal with this like any other situation, and felt angry that he couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to deal with it. “I’m upset that my DNA was used to create this boy, but I don’t regret this boy being here. There's more I can't put into words. I feel…confused, really.”

“That’s okay,” You said sweetly. “You’re still processing this. It’s quite a big bomb to drop into your life.”

“It is. Damn it,” Clark looked up to see your unsure expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get so upset.”

Surprisingly, you laughed. “Clark, you are more than within your rights to be upset!”

“Thank you,” Was all Clark could think to say.

“Honey, listen, it’ll be okay. You have Ma and Pa to help you. Not to mention me,” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair. He opened his mouth to brush off the sentiment, but you stopped him. “Yes, I know you have Bruce, too.”

Clark, for the first time in a few days, laughed. He pulled you toward him, enveloping you in a big hug. As he breathed you in, he reminded himself that you would always be in his corner no matter how confusing things got. Connor wasn’t a bad kid, from what little he knew so far about him, and Clark could work out his feelings about him over time.

“Do you want to meet him? I mean, if he’s going to be part of the family and all.”

You smiled, and all Clark wanted to do was to tell you how much you meant to him. “Only if you’re ready, then I would love to.”

With that, Clark picked up the phone to call Ma.

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nameless-jamie · 3 months ago

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TARTT'S CORNER - Jamie Tartt x Y/N

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Chapter 1: Behind the Mic

The low hum of Richmond’s afternoon buzzed softly in the background as Y/N Y/L/N sat at her desk, scrolling through an endless stream of emails and social media notifications. Her office, nestled in a cozy corner of her flat, was her sanctuary. Posters of legendary football players adorned the walls, alongside photographs of AFC Richmond—team celebrations, training snapshots, and candid moments she’d captured herself. Her desk was a battlefield of football magazines, notebooks filled with scribbles, and stray memory cards she kept promising herself to organize. And in the center of it all was her pride and joy: the microphone that had turned her dreams into reality.

Her podcast, Striker’s Corner, had started as a passion project. Growing up, she’d always been the odd one out in her family—the only one obsessed with the beautiful game. While her siblings rolled their eyes at match replays and tactical breakdowns, Y/N would be glued to the TV, scribbling notes about formations and players’ movements. Football wasn’t just a sport to her; it was a symphony of strategy, athleticism, and raw emotion. And somehow, against all odds, she’d turned that obsession into a career.

The podcast’s growth had been exponential, and Y/N still struggled to wrap her head around it. What had started as casual discussions with friends about matches had spiraled into something much bigger. Now, her episodes were downloaded by thousands of listeners across the globe. Fans of AFC Richmond, in particular, had become her most loyal audience, often quoting her takes on players and matches as if they were gospel. It was surreal, exhilarating, and occasionally terrifying.

“You’ve really made something of yourself, haven’t you?” Keeley Jones’ voice rang out, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. She glanced up to see her friend leaning against the doorframe, a bright smile lighting up her face.

“Keeley! How did you get in here?” Y/N asked, startled but pleased to see her. Keeley’s visits were always a whirlwind of energy and positivity.

“Oh, your neighbor let me in,” Keeley replied with a wave of her hand, as if that were the most normal thing in the world. “I brought muffins!” She held up a small paper bag triumphantly before plopping herself onto Y/N’s worn-out sofa.

“You’re an angel,” Y/N said, reaching for the bag and taking out a blueberry muffin. “But seriously, what brings you here? Don’t you have, like, a million PR crises to handle?”

Keeley shrugged, her smile turning mischievous. “I wanted to pitch you an idea. And I thought it’d be better to do it in person. You’re harder to pin down than Roy after a loss.”

Y/N laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment. What’s the pitch?”

Keeley’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “A podcast series featuring AFC Richmond players. Like, a deep dive into their lives on and off the pitch. Fans love that kind of personal connection, and who better to do it than you?”

Y/N’s smile faltered slightly. “Keeley, that’s a great idea, but… I don’t know. Interviewing players can be tricky. They’re not always open to talking, especially about personal stuff.”

“That’s where I come in!” Keeley said, sitting up straighter. “I’ve already spoken to some of them, and they’re on board. Sam, Dani, Isaac—even Roy agreed to do it. Though, to be fair, I think he just grunted something that vaguely sounded like ‘fine.’”

Y/N chuckled. “Roy Kent on a podcast? That’ll be… interesting.”

“Exactly! And think about it, Y/N. Your podcast is already huge, but this could take it to the next level. Plus, you’re brilliant at getting people to open up. Remember when you had that interview with that retired coach who swore he’d never talk to the media again?”

Y/N nodded, a small smile creeping onto her face. She did have a knack for breaking down walls, but this felt different. It wasn’t just about one player; it was about a whole team.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “I’ll think about it. But I’m not promising anything.”

Keeley clapped her hands together. “That’s all I ask! And, to sweeten the deal, your final guest could be Jamie Tartt.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Jamie Tartt? The Jamie Tartt? Keeley, he’s… well, he’s Jamie Tartt.”

Keeley tilted her head. “And what does that mean?”

“You know,” Y/N said, gesturing vaguely. “He’s… cocky. Arrogant. Kind of a pain in the ass, from what I’ve heard.”

“Oh, he’s not that bad,” Keeley said with a laugh. “He’s grown a lot since those days. Trust me, there’s more to Jamie than meets the eye. And I think you’re the perfect person to show that side of him.”

Y/N sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I’ll admit, he’d be an interesting guest. But getting him to agree…”

“Leave that to me,” Keeley said confidently. “Just say yes, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. But if he storms out mid-interview, I’m blaming you.”

Keeley grinned. “Deal. Now, let’s plan this thing!”

Sam Obisanya’s episode was met with overwhelming enthusiasm—his charm and heartfelt anecdotes about his upbringing in Nigeria left listeners both laughing and tearing up. Dani Rojas’ episode became an instant fan favorite, his boundless energy and love for life shining through every word. Even Roy Kent’s gruff, no-nonsense interview managed to captivate the audience, with fans praising Y/N’s ability to get him to reveal snippets of vulnerability amidst his characteristic grumbles. Social media was abuzz with clips, memes, and threads dissecting every episode. But there was one name that had fans on the edge of their seats: Jamie Tartt.

The anticipation was palpable. Messages flooded Y/N’s inbox daily, demanding updates on when Jamie’s episode would air. Threads speculating about what he might say—or whether he’d even agree to do it—dominated fan forums. Richmond fans were eager to see how Y/N would handle the enigmatic, often controversial striker. Jamie Tartt wasn’t just a footballer; he was a personality, someone who sparked equal parts admiration and exasperation. And now, he was next in line for Striker’s Corner.

In the bustling halls of Nelson Road, Keeley Jones was on a mission. Clad in a vibrant pink blazer that seemed to match her fiery determination, she sped through the corridors, heels clicking against the tiled floor. Spotting Jamie near the gym, she waved him down.

“Jamie! Wait up!”

Jamie Tartt, in the middle of unwrapping a protein bar, looked up with mild annoyance. “What now, Keeley?” he drawled, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

Keeley didn’t waste time. “I need you to do Y/N’s podcast. It’s for Striker’s Corner. The fans are dying for it!”

Jamie groaned, tossing the protein bar wrapper into a nearby bin with the precision of someone used to hitting targets. “Keeley, you know I don’t do media. They twist your words, make you look like a right knob.”

“This isn’t like that,” Keeley insisted, crossing her arms. “Y/N’s different. She actually cares about telling the real story. And you’ve seen how much the fans love this series! They want to hear from you.”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, so they can talk shite about me in the comments after.”

Keeley stepped closer, her tone softening. “Come on, Jamie. It’s not like that anymore. You’ve worked so hard to change people’s perceptions of you. This is your chance to show them who you really are.”

He hesitated, the playful smirk fading into something more guarded. “I dunno, Keeley. Media and me don’t mix.”

Keeley reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Do it for me, then. Please? Y/N’s really good at this, and I know she’ll make it worth your while.”

Jamie let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Fine. But don’t expect me to be all lovey-dovey or whatever. I’ll do it, but on my terms.”

Keeley beamed. “Thank you! You won’t regret this, I promise.”

As she walked away, satisfied, Jamie leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. His mind was already at work, devising a plan to make this podcast as unbearable as possible. If Keeley wanted him to play nice, she had another thing coming.

“Let’s see how she handles ‘prick Jamie,’” he thought, a sly grin forming. He imagined answering every question with cocky one-liners, deflecting serious topics, and maybe even throwing in a comment or two to challenge Y/N’s football knowledge. If the fans wanted drama, he’d give it to them. And maybe—just maybe—he’d finally get people to leave him alone about interviews for good.

Meanwhile, back in her flat, Y/N was oblivious to the storm brewing. She sat cross-legged on the sofa, flipping through her notes for the umpteenth time. Keeley’s earlier pep talk had helped calm her nerves slightly, but the thought of interviewing Jamie Tartt still loomed large in her mind.

“He’ll come around,” Keeley had assured her before leaving. “Just be yourself, and he’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand.”

Y/N wasn’t so sure. But one thing was certain: the fans were counting on her, and she wasn’t about to let them—or herself—down.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #ted lasso #jamie tartt imagine #roy kent #sam obisanya #ted lasso show #afc richmond #tartts corner

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primeofprimes115 · 6 months ago

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A Birthday to Remember - DCAU Supergirl x Male Reader

Fluff 🥰

Requested: Yes (From Wattpad)

Today was Kara's 21st Birthday, a birthday that was Kara's biggest birthday, at least in Earth terms, to her... Birthdays were celebrated a little differently on Argo, twin sister planet of Krypton.

What better than to spend it fighting and training in a simulated arena, that was overlooked by John Stewart, one of the Green Lanterns who Kara looked up to for advice from time to time, not just her cousin.

But, even though she got over the loss of Argo, her three sisters, mother and father, deeming her the Last Daughter of Argo, Kara In-Ze could never forget she was the last of her kind, wishing her family would be here to celebrate her 21st birthday with her.

But... At least she has new friends, her cousin of Krypton, and her ever-loving boyfriend of three years, who she fell in love with, knowing their first meeting before she revealed her super powers during an altercation with Apokolips' Granny Goodness years ago, the first time she debuted as "Supergirl".

Around that time, he had to reveal his little secret, that of being a technological genius who was a hero in his own right, being the son of a multibillionaire company much like Bruce Wayne's, his mother owns the company itself that has partnered up with Wayne-Enterprises then and there to change the world for the better.

Both were young at the time, now? They're happily together in a relationship, work closely together within the Justice League once it had opened up to allow many other heroes to join in, some would say that Y/N is the luckiest boy in the world to be dating someone like Supergirl. Though at most, Supergirl was lucky to be dating a hero such as S/H/N, his family was close with the Kents after all.

And with Kara's 21st birthday? Y/N had a very big surprise for her, something he'd been considering for a long time now, he'd been given the nod from Kara's cousin after asking about marriage, knowing he was married to Lois Lane. It shocked the Man of Steel at first, but he knew how much Kara loved him, and how much he loved her, he couldn't be anymore happier than knowing that his cousin was going to be married to someone like Y/N.

"C'mon, you gotta tell me what this surprise is!" Kara expressed dramatically toward her boyfriend, who stood with a smug look on his face, resisting Kara's efforts to make him spill the beans on what he had in store for her birthday. "It's my 21st! C'mon! Cut a girl some slack!" she sped up beside him, her cape rustling behind her as she walked normally with him in the hallway.

"Hahaha, then it won't be a surprise!" he chuckled, he hated to keep the surprise secret for now, knowing she'd say yes in a heartbeat to him upon asking the question, but it was also a good thing he had the box laced with lead, to prevent her from even detecting it with her x-ray vision since she was the snoopier one. "I even laced the surprise with lead".

"Ugh! C'mon! You're such a bummer!" she pouted childly, rolling her eyes playfully afterwards before she felt a pair of lips on her cheek' causing her to smirk and pin him to the wall next.

"Woah! Hey! Hahaha-Mmm!" his was shut up with a kiss to his lips straight after, his hands grasping around her hips where he felt her warm skin.

"I'll tickle it out of you if I have to" she whispered with a warm breath across his lips, knowing his ultimate weakness is being ticklish. However, Y/N felt confident still, smirking back at her.

"Good thing I'm wearing my ticklish-proof augments today" he noted to her, which made the blonde pout with a sigh.

"Seriously?" she asked.

"Can't spoil the surprise babe" he told her before sealing her lips with a loving kiss. "I hate to keep it from you, but trust me... It's gonna be worth the wait until later, it's not the right time yet" he continued, pulling back after a moment to get some air.

His eyes locked with hers and he could see the love coming back from those blue irises, a soft smile brewing across her face while she blinked slowly, both getting lost in each other's eyes.

"Three years we've been together, you've been there since I came to Metropolis one day" Kara went down memory lane with him about that, making him chuckle about that certain memory. "The day I... You... Met. If only I knew then you'd become a beacon in my life" she smiled lovingly at him, giving him all of her heart.

"I remember that day fondly" the corners of his lips arched into a soft smile, still pinned to the wall by his girlfriend. "Being there with Jimmy as well, then Granny Goodness comes out of nowhere. I couldn't even believe that you were a lot alike Superman at the time, it was... Amazing" Kara smiled deeply hearing that, she always thought he'd found it amazing. "I remember at that moment I fell in love, there was always something about you that drew me to you".

"I'd say the same thing about you too" Kara smirked before her smirk fell. "Do you... Think Kal's proud of me? I mean... I'm now wearing his signature colors now but, I've never really heard him say he's proud of me in person" she looked down at herself, seeing the fact she had recently changed her suit from the white tee with a small red cape, gloves and blue office looking skirt with red boots to a mid-length red cape, blue crop-top and red skirt with a gold V-shaped belt, and traditional red boots with the gold V around the top, still donning the S in honor of her cousin. She even dropped the hairband.

"Oh, I'm sure he's proud of you, Sunshine. One-Hundred percent sure he is" he cheered her up just for that moment, before his lips were sealed with one more kiss from Kara In-Ze.

"Thanks" she murmured while pulling back from his lips. "I'm gonna go train some more, need that work-out".

"Again?" he asked with a soft laugh, playing it off like he didn't think she'd go again, it sounded like music to his ears, his plan was working very well. "Gonna try break the record?"

"You're welcome to watch ~" she kissed his cheek before taking a hold of his hand. "Well?".

"Of course, I was gonna say yes anyway"...

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From what seemed to be just some training exercise, which Kara was being a little cocky at first about, setting a new record in the exercise she completed, then turning into a complete disaster when all of a sudden, a blue orb surrounded Green Arrow, John Stewart and Supergirl within the simulated zone before zipping them out of existence while Superman tried to prevent it from happening, though he had no way to prevent it in any way.

This had made Y/N extremely worried, having just witnessed his girl, alongside Oliver and John, zipped away and out of existence, whereas unknown. He felt sick knowing she was gone within a heartbeat by an unknown entity, at least toward him and Clark.

Little beknown to them, the culprit that did this was from the 30th Century, a far-away future within the timeline itself, the culprit was nonother than Brainiac-5, an organic who rebelled against his ancestors way of life and joined a future version of the Justice League called "The Legion of Superheroes" which was inspired by certain heroes themselves, most notably, S/H/N and Supergirl themselves, which was a secret kept for now...

Brainiac-5 made a huge risk bringing Supergirl, alongside Green Arrow and John Stewart into the 30th Century, though it wasn't really intentional to bring Supergirl into here, she was merely needed the most for being a powerhouse mostly to help free their teammates from mental domination by the Fatal-Five, the Legion's most known batch of enemies within their time.

However... This mission was more riskier than it already was, it was said in the history books of the era, that Supergirl would not return from this mission. It wasn't said that she was killed or went missing in the records, but most feared she would die in this mission.

Or was the history books lying?

In the end... Supergirl, Kara In-Ze, had proved that history isn't as it seems or says to be, she survived the mission, she took a play out of Y/N's own book on making her own luck, rescuing the Legionnaires from the Fatal-Five's control and saved the day. She thought like her cousin, acted like a leader, acted heroically, even willing to sacrifice herself to save the Legionnaires, if only Kal could see her.

Meanwhile this was all going down, Y/N and Superman had Steel help search around the perimeter to search for any signs of where they could've gone, discussing where they could search while Y/N's worries began to overwhelm him a little, fearing that he might not see Oliver, John and Kara again. Clark being the optimistic man himself, gave the boy some hope to continue the search, just to hold out some more hope to find out what happened.

With that going on... The Legionnaires reunited together again, the Fatal-Five's plans now up in flames all thanks to Supergirl's efforts in the long run.

Balloon Boy handed out a Legionnaire ring toward the three Leaguers, though Oliver and John handed them back as returning with them would disrupt the time stream, Kara looked at hers with a smile on her face, thinking of even staying since the 30th Century looked a lot like Argo.

From all the buildings, to its atmosphere, it felt like home to her... But then something dawned on her.

She'd be leaving behind important people also, one of those people being her boyfriend, who can't come here to the 30th Century after she asked Brainy on the Legionnaire's ship if he could've just brought Y/N with her here, he only revealed it was impossible before giving out a short explanation as to why, which would completely risk breaking the timestream

She felt so drawn here, it looked so much like Argo! But... She'd be breaking someone's heart back in her timeline, someone who meant the world to her, someone who changed her life drastically the more he was around her.

She couldn't leave the love of her life behind, her heart was drawn to him, she planned things out with him in life, he had been there for her while she done the same for him.

And so... She made the decision after thinking about it.

"Although I think that I do belong here with the Legion, which means leaving my cousin and everyone else behind, but there's only one person I know that I really can't live without" Kara looked toward the Legion before her eyes sat on Brainiac-5, then... She looked away, a lump in her throat upon thinking about the one person she likes to her heart's content. "Y/N... ever since he entered in my life after I went to Metropolis for the first time, things had changed for me drastically, more than I have to admit. Many people had said great things about him and about his family. And I eventually found out who he is, he's just this amazing, caring and compassionate guy, he was that one guy I fell head over heels for, when I hadn't noticed he fell for me first in a way. Since that first ever meeting, since that very first time we worked together as part of a team. Our relationship was a burgeoned one at best, and I've never been happier" she began to smile in GL and GA's direction.

"Y/N is the type of person who would do everything in his power to make sure you're okay, safe and happy, while he takes in all the bad things that's effecting you, like an unmoving, pillar. His outgoing and friendly nature is what drew me to him, it's what kept me happy, made me feel... Home in a way. He and I had thought of moving in together a year ago, go to the same college together, be together outside of me wearing my cape and him using his gear and tech, have a normal life since we both have all the time in the world for that. Supergirl and S/H/N, Kara and Y/N" She looked down to the Legion ring on her middle finger, a thought of one day particularly being married to him as her eyes set on her ring finger. A thought ran over her mind what it would be like to stay in the future, with the Legion. It all reminded her of home on Argo, the sister planet of Krypton. "He said he has a huge surprise for me today, since it's my birthday, I spent most of today wearing this new look, wearing the same colors like Kal. I would hate to burst that bubble and leave him behind also, because I can't fathom to live here without him since bringing him here could potentially damage the timestream" she then looked toward Brainiac-5 before walking towards him, her fingers still examining the ring to feel the metal alloy. "And we don't want that, don't we?". "No, unfortunately" the young man replied. "We know him here to be the greatest man that's ever lived, he was one of the reasons the Legion of Superheroes was created, so were you" he finally told her. "That's all I needed to hear" she said with a smile, before sliding off the flight ring, as much as she'd love to keep it. "My head says I belong here... But my heart says the opposite. Perhaps history can be broken, it seems Supergirl does return to the 21st century after all, and rejoins with her loved ones" she then handed Bouncing Boy the ring and returned to stand with John and Oliver.

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"Whatever abducted them didn't leave any traceable energy signature" Steel confirmed with his scanner, as Superman then looked toward Y/N who was trying to keep his mind hopeful, but his scouter wasn't giving him any positive feedback either.

"Y/N?".

"Nothing on my scouter either... Damn it all!" he said with a little more frustration. "The surprise was supposed to happen an hour ago and I... I-".

"Don't worry, we'll find them" Superman remained optimistic, keeping his cousin's boyfriend from worrying even more". We could go see Dr Fate, or Zatanna, maybe they could-"

All of a sudden, a loud mechanical like noise erupted loudly throughout the room they were investigating still, the orb had appeared again in a flash of blue energy and within it was John Stewart, Green Arrow and of course...

Supergirl.

As soon as the little bit of smoke cleared, Y/N's eyes laid upon his girlfriend, his eyes widening in pure relief as did hers. "Kara!" His heart raced fast upon seeing her and he rushed up to her, enveloping her in a big hug which she immediately accepted. "You're okay, thank God!"

"Someone sure missed me" she teased before her arms around him tightened.

"John, Oliver, what happened?" Kal asked the two green suited heroes, wondering what really happened to them.

"Well... It's a long story" John told him.

"To put it short. We were transported to the 30th Century by a... Boy, he needed our help freeing his teammates, we helped. You should've seen Kara though, she was amazing. Took a page out of your own book in a way" Oliver told him as Kal looked at her cousin who was currently hugging back Y/N before the two pulled away.

He then smiled at her, before approaching her as the returning 21st birthday girl noticed his approach and smiled.

"Kal" she said with a relieved sigh, hugging him next. The Man of Steel accepted his cousin's hug as he was going to hug her to begin with. "There's a lot to explain".

"I know, I'm just glad you're safe and back here" he smiled before glancing over behind her, seeing Y/N smiling, reaching into a cartridge in his gauntlet, his fingers held a small lead box which had stored a very special ring inside.

Clark smiled and nodded toward Y/N, knowing he should pop the question now, as it should've happened an hour ago.

The question that would make a birthday to remember by...

"I never got to tell you before you zipped away... I'm proud of you, Kara" he told her with a smile growing on both their faces. "But... Not only that. You're a little late but since you're back? I know someone here has a very important question you don't wanna miss" Kal then told her, which she pulled back in confusion.

"What?" she asked. "What do you mean by-" she took a glimpse at Y/N before turning back around as something dawned in her mind as she did, taking note that he was on one knee, holding something. "Wait, Y/N, what're you -?" She turned back around, her cape fluttering behind her as she did before, looking him in the eyes and down to the object he held in his hand as he then flicked up the top of the little box...

Noticing a ring with a small diamond, a diamond that sparkled upon seeing it for the first time. Her jaw dropped, trying to keep composure, feeling as if she was about to burst out in tears realizing what the surprise was really about.

"Y/N... Is this...?" she stuttered, putting her hands over her mouth

And she wanted him to tell her what it was hours ago, before she was "abducted" by a good Brainiac from the future.

"I... I had a little speech but... I-I-I kinda forgot about it since... You disappeared" Y/N himself felt a lump in his throat, getting a little emotional just thinking about the moment currently as the four men in the room stood by and watched. "I uh... I've been waiting to ask this for a while now, I've been holding onto this ring for, well... Years now, since Mom passed it onto me, knowing she wouldn't need it after Dad passed, it was his last request before he did pass. I wanted to wait until your twenty-first birthday, your cousin and I planned it out..." he told her as tears began running down from Kara's eyes as a few muffled sobs escaped from her. Y/N kept himself strong, fighting back any urge to let a tear fall down from his eyes.

"We've been through so many adventures together since we first met, shared our first kiss in the sky during our first date which was adventurous some would say, from staying overnight with you at the Kents, attending the same school, graduating the same day together, and then all the adventures after that for the last three years. You're like the pillar that keeps everything up in my life, keeps me going and happy. You've saved me more times than I can count than I've saved you and I couldn't possibly be more happier than have you in my life" he croaked a little before chuckling, still keeping his eyes on her as she let more tears fall down. "Kara In-Ze Kent, Supergirl - My Girl of Steel - I have one question..." he paused for a moment as Kara took her hands away from her mouth, his one hand reached out and she held her one hand out for him to hold.

"Y-Y-Yes??" she croaked with more happy tears falling down from her face, using her other hand to wipe the tears away from herself.

"Will you take me as yours forever. Will you marry me, Kara In-Ze Kent?" he asked the question, giving out all his heart out with it as Kara then knelt down to his level with a huge smile and happy tears still falling from her face.

"Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!" she said with an utter outburst of joy, answering his question repeatedly while nodding up and down before the she enveloped him into a deep kiss as the others stood by and watched with a smile.

From this moment on?

Kara surely knew this was a birthday she'd remember, the biggest birthday present she's ever been gifted.

You...

"Best... Birthday... Ever!" she exclaimed, the two standing up now after the deep kiss.

"Congratulations to you both!" Oliver said from the back. "Had a feeling it'd happen someday, you both deserve it! Seriously".

The two took Oliver's compliment as Kara then looked down toward the ring now on her ring finger, Y/N took notice of her observation.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Like it?" she scoffed. "I LOVE it! It was your mom's, I'm honored to wear it!" she corrected him before smiling hugely. "Wait until I tell Babs about this!".

"I'm glad you love it, mom's probably expecting to hear something back by now" he noted.

"You should, I think she'll be worrying that things didn't go to plan originally" Kal suggested.

"Yeah... I should".

"I'll go with!" Kara hugged Y/N arms with pure joy, having just been asked the question. "We can tell her together" she suggested, Y/N couldn't be more than happy to have his now fiancé come with him.

"Sure, Hun! My mom would be happy to see you again!".

With that... They ventured toward the Watchtower's teleporter after saying their goodbyes for the rest of the day towards the four others within the room, the rest of the journey was Supergirl flying her now fiancé towards their actual destination.

Knowing of what happened earlier?

This was something the both would remember...

This was A Birthday to Remember.

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Fin...

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bluecollarmcandtf · 2 years ago

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Too Old to Trick-or-Treat

When the doorbell rang, I did not expect to be seeing an 18 year-old standing on the doorstep. Nevertheless, I grabbed my bowl of candy and greeted him with my best Transylvanian accent. The handsome young man flashed me a winning smile and stuck out his chest.

"Trick or treat!" he charmed, "It's Brandon from down the street. By the way, that vampire costume is sick!"

I rolled my eyes, "Brandon, aren't you a bit old for trick-or-treating?"

"What's it to you, dude? Aren't you a bit old to be dressing up?" Brandon laughed, "I'm just killing time 'till my friends pick me up."

A small sigh escaped my throat. Brandon's friends were as careless as he was. Countless mailboxes had been smashed over the last few months, and I had a sneaking suspicion of who was responsible. Brandon may put on a good performance during the day, but he was quite the rebellious vandal at night.

"Wait here, Brandon. I have something special for you..."

"Hope it's a king-sized candy bar!" he called as I slipped back into my house.

With quiet steps, I retreated back to my study, where I kept all my ancient texts and spell books. My family has practiced witchcraft for centuries, and I knew just the thing to help Brandon grow up.

"Here you are, Clark Kent," I said, handing the young man an enticing little pastry.

"Damn, that looks good," he gasped before scarfing the baked good down, "That was the best cookie I've ever had!"

I smiled inwardly and leaned against the doorpost to watch. Brandon looked confused when he suddenly noticed a stinging sensation in his stomach. He groaned in shock as his stomach rumbled louder and louder. He held his belly nervously and looked at me with panic.

"Woah, what was in that thing?"

A loud belch bubbled up his throat and sounded out of his mouth. All his thoughts and worries seemed to leave with the air from his stomach because his face slackened immediately after the burp. He kind of slumped back into a relaxed standing position, and a physical transformation began happening all over his young body.

His gut gurgled and bubbled outward as his spine stretched taller. Mass seemed to spawn all over his frame as his metabolism rapidly aged. The skin on his face seemed to sag and age as wiry hairs burst out of his cheeks.

"Wow, you've aged quite well," I noted, suddenly stunned by manly body wearing a tight costume in front of me.

Brandon seemed to snap out of his stupor, and glanced at his surroundings. Something seemed off to him. He was unaccustomed to his sudden change in height.

"What just happened?" a much deeper tone surprised the young man.

"You needed to grow up, Brandon."

"What?" he began to notice his new body with panic, "Why am I fat and hairy all over?"

"This is just your body in 20 years. I just made it come a lot faster."

"Woah! Dude, change me back," he begged, "This is gross! God, I look just like my dad."

I chuckled at the guy. It's not so often you see a grown man like this in a tight Superman costume, whining like a child. I decided I might have him stick around for a little bit.

"I'm not changing you back," I explained deviously, "But I will change your thoughts..."

"What?" he scoffed.

"... It'll be easier for you to accept your new body if you have a new mind to go with it. It's not like you can go back home or hang out with your friends looking ike this. Can you?"

"You can't change my thoughts-"

"Babe, get back inside!" I suddenly chastized him.

He looks confused for a moment. A whole minute passed where his brain seemed to be loading the new information, and then said, "Ok, babe."

"I love the costume on you, babe," I add, patting his round gut, "Even though you've packed on a few pounds since our wedding."

Brandon blushed beneath his hairy face and felt his chest self-consciously. He looked embarrassed about his heavy frame.

"You know I like a little pudge though," I added, "Hey, while I'm on candy duty, do you mind cleaning out the gutters in the back? The fall leaves clogged them up again, and I know how you love taking care of things around the house."

"Sure thing, babe," he gave me a peck on the cheek and steps down the hallway.

"You really are my superhero!" I called, watching his big ass move in those tight superhero pants.

"And you're my evil villain," he heartily laughed before stepping outside to do what I asked.

It was going to be nice having Brandon around for awhile. I was determined to teach him the pleasures of a mature and stable lifestyle. Sure, he' was taking care of all my yardwork and house chores for the next few weeks, but I really just did this for his own good.

I was ready to train him to be the perfect little husband, and part of that involved enjoying that tight superhero costume he's squeezed into at the moment.

#gay mind control #male transformation #gay transformation #gay tf #halloween #hypno story

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bigfan-fanfic · 6 months ago

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Superman and Flamebird (Male!Reader x Clark Kent x Bucky Barnes)

General HCs for poly Clark Bucky and reader?

Bucky never thought he'd enjoy snow ever again.

But here he is, in the Fortress of Solitude, fully at ease.

"Hey, Kelex? Is the farmboy ready yet? We gotta hurry if we wanna pick up Y/N."

"He is finalizing his present, Bucky."

Bucky nodded. "Of course. He's such a sweetheart, eh?"

"I am not qualified to make that judgement."

"Go ahead and feel free to add "Sweetheart" to the list of designations you can refer to Kal-El as."

"Why do you always have to mess with my fancy Kryptonian robot?"

Bucky bursts into laughter.

In some ways, you have often felt unworthy of two such exceptional partners.

And those two exceptional souls agree that you are the most precious to them.

Bucky is a really great partner to Clark. He is someone who does not underestimate Clark's intelligence, capability, or capacity for compassion, but perhaps more importantly, never overestimates Clark's strength and ability to weather things.

Bucky is protective of the man Clark truly is - not the mild-mannered anxious and nervous reporter nor the confident alien savior, but the kindhearted and dorky and slightly unconfident man he really is.

Clark loves Bucky for his resilience, his good humor, and his protectiveness.

He is supportive of Bucky, and wants to care for him so much. Whatever he wants to be, however he wishes to go, Clark wants to help.

And Clark's support, Bucky's protection - the two of them provide you no less than they do to each other.

They are a communicative duo. Bucky doesn't like to let anyone in, but he is desperate for connection, so he is more than happy to bring you in to discuss things.

Clark's kindness and willingness to be himself allows Bucky to feel safe to talk.

Bucky refuses to let Clark bear burdens alone anymore - if Clark goes out as Superman, Bucky goes out as well, and Clark offers him a piece of his heritage. Dick Grayson took on the name of the old Kryptonian myth of the Nightwing, and he offers Bucky Barnes the mantle of the Flamebird, and Bucky takes it well.

Gadgets build for him allow him to glide across rooftops, to more easily climb and run and keep up with Superman, and he handily is well suited to taking care of the enemies that often give Clark trouble. Those overspecialized to Kryptonians, those of magic and bioengineering and Kryptonite.

With rubber bullets, with specially made weapons, he can dismantle and disarm and neutralize - his skills in assassination turned to the use of protection of something precious.

Together, they keep each other able to return to you.

Bucky and Clark each have their challenges - Clark sometimes suffers from sensory overload, and Bucky has trouble dealing with crowds when not on a mission.

But with each other and you, with support and family found with you all, they can endure and move on. You can all visit the Kents and find family. You can all talk solutions and problems, safely together, not fearing that you will be rejected or have your vulnerability used against you.

"I got the rings. What's so important you delayed so long?" Bucky chuckles, showing Clark the three black bands he had had made. Black as night, durable and smooth, with a small glossy ring in the center that shone with fragments of precious stone. In the right light, the three black bands shine as though an entire nebula of color is contained within them.

Clark holds out a crystal, and shining from it is his own face, as he calmly recites something, as all the other crystals with his biological mother and father do, of history and heritage and lineage.

Clark stands not in Kryptonian robes but in simple flannel and jeans. "Kal-El, Last Son of Krypton, who was also Clark Jerome Kent of Earth, married James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N, his truest loves, and kept them near his heart for all his days. And Krypton lived in within them all, for the truest legacy of Krypton is love."

Bucky smiles softly. "I think he'll love that. Gee, you sure know how to tug a man's heartstrings, farmboy."

Clark kisses him. "Will you come with me to propose to our sweetheart?"

"Nothing would please me more."

#clark x bucky x male reader #clark kent x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #clark kent x reader #bucky barnes x reader #superman x male reader #marvel headcanons #dc headcanons #headcanons

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 1 year ago

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Summer Sun, Something's Begun

Part of my Birthday Bash!

Request: "You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much." with Roy :)

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Roy Kent x Reader

2.1k words

Warnings: Language, Chelsea!Roy, lots of fluff and flirting

Author's Note: This takes place during Roy's time in Chelsea, so he's in his mid-20s. The reader is his manger's very off-limits daughter, early 20s. I loved writing this so much, I'm going to add more to it later- so keep an eye out! 👀

Summers were for Chelsea.

For as long as you could remember, as soon as the school year ended, your mind focused on nothing but football. Throughout your childhood, you’d join your father at the facilities, watching the team prepare for the new season. Everything about it felt magical: the green of the pitch, the bright blue skies above, the shouts and excitement from the team. You looked forward to the first day of term, when everyone spoke about their summer holidays, the places they’d visited and the friends they got together with, when you would gush about the players you watched train and the matches you attended.

Now, you packed your bags at the end of each term and came home from uni, still feeling that same flutter of joy as you thought about training. A young adult yourself now, your dad still let you loiter around the team. Pretty much since you were old enough to drive, he treated you more like an assistant, asking you to grab lunches or help answer emails. As far as summer jobs went, this one felt like a great deal to you; hang out with your dad and the squad all day and get paid in match tickets whenever you and your mates wanted.

Of course, your role at the club wasn’t the only thing that changed. As a child, the players doted on you, asking about your dog or kicking around the ball with you before hitting the showers. You were Chelsea’s little princess, running around in jean shorts and too-big t-shirts. But now? Now you were the same age as many of the players, a young woman. Sure, the older players who’d known you for years, the ones who had watched you grow up, still joked around with you and treated you like family. But the younger players, the ones who were closer to your age than your father’s, definitely saw you differently. You caught the lingering stares, the cocky grins shot in your direction when they did something impressive on the pitch, the nudges when you strolled by the weight room when you brought the coaches their lunches.

Not that a single one of them would ever do anything about it. They were young, but they weren’t stupid. You were the manager’s daughter; you were the very definition of off-limits.

Which was totally fine with you, by the way. You didn’t care much for the attention of the young footballers, no matter how fit or wealthy they were. Not when you only had eyes for one midfielder in particular.

Roy Kent. Roy freaking Kent. With those brown eyes and those little smirks and that growling voice, not to mention that gorgeous chest hair you thought about way to often to be healthy, you were positively, absolutely smitten. He was brilliant to watch on the pitch, and he was pretty clever and funny when he cared to be. While his reputation centered around his scowls and brooding air, you often found yourself falling into step with him in the halls, offering teasing remarks back and forth and eliciting light chuckles from the mouth you thought about all year long back at school.

Ever since you started university, your dad had joked about not dating footballers. And normally, you were a good kid and listened to your parents. But the sound of Roy Kent’s laughter and the sight of his bare chest in the changing room always had you wanting to ignore your dad’s advice.

Because ever since he arrived at Chelsea, summers were for Roy Kent.

This summer was no different.

After a full week of Roy catching you staring at him on the pitch and making jokes that you laughed a smidge too hard at, you discovered him on the pitch long after practice had ended for the day and most players had begun to go home. Well, maybe ‘discovered’ was the wrong word. That made it sound like a coincidence, like you hadn’t quietly slipped away from your father’s office and followed the midfielder out of the building. Like you hadn’t perched yourself in the stands, not in an obvious spot, but definitely not hiding either as you watched him absently dribble around the grass while the sun began to set. Like you hadn’t been doing this for three days in a row now.

After maybe five minutes of watching him, he finally turned his head in your direction. “Oi!” he called out. “You just going to sit there and watch?” Even from a distance you could see the smile on his face, the one he usually saved for you.

You shrugged and stood, smoothing down the dress you may or may not have chosen while thinking about what Roy would think of it. It took every ounce of self-control not to skip down the stands, across the grass, and fling yourself into his arms, the way you wished you could after Chelsea victories. Instead, you strolled casually towards him, hands innocently behind your back, until you were gazing up at those pretty brown eyes, the ones that always seemed to sparkle when he looked at you.

“Enjoy the show?” Roy razzed, quirking one of those thick eyebrows at you.

“I always enjoy watching football,” you countered. You bent down to pick up the ball and began rolling it between your hands. “Especially when I get to watch talented people play.”

Behind the teasing look on his face, you could see in his eyes that he was pleased by your indirect compliment. “You think I’m talented then?” he hummed, doing his best to maintain his indifferent manner.

You wrinkled your nose at him and tossed the ball at his chest, which he caught with a soft grunt. “Who said I was talking about you, Kent? I was just stating the fact that I like watching football.”

His face lit up at your banter, eyebrows raised and mouth agape. You never saw him make that face at work except when you joked around with each other; you wondered if he ever made that face away from the pitch, if he ever made that face at anyone else, at any other girls. “Fuck me then,” Roy laughed, holding the ball close to his chest. He dropped it to the ground with a thud and nudged it towards you with his foot. “Come on, then. Let me prove myself.”

“Me, who hasn’t played football since I was eight, versus you, a Premier League star.” You rolled your eyes and bumped the ball back to him. “Yeah, sounds real fair to me, Kent.”

This time, the surprise he wore was genuine. “You haven’t played since you were eight?” He shook his head at you. “Your dad coaches fucking Chelsea. How the fuck did you manage to not play?”

“I prefer spectating and being a fan,” you stated simply. You wrinkled your nose. “Plus, I wasn’t very good,” you admitted. “I think Dad found it all a little embarrassing. He didn’t make much of a fuss when I quit.”

Roy shook his head and took a step back, dragging the ball with him. “Well, your dad’s not here now,” he pointed out, something close to flirtation in his voice. “And I’ll try to go easy on you, princess.”

Your heart fluttered at the teasing nickname. A few of the players called you that, always playful and joking, but when Roy said it, it made you wonder how other pet names would sound coming out of that beautiful mouth of his. “Fine,” you conceded with a huff, as though you weren’t thrilled at the opportunity to be close to Roy. “But go easy on me.”

Playing football in flats and a dress was not the easiest thing in the world, you discovered. Especially not when your opponent was Chelsea’s skilled and beautiful superstar. Still, you had to admit to yourself that it was fun. It was obvious that Roy did his best to go easy on you, but it wasn’t natural for the midfielder to give anything less than one hundred percent, so even his “easy” was a challenge. But he chuckled as you ran around each other, and a couple times he even laid a hand on your waist; you wondered if he knew the effect it had on you because each time he did, you froze and he was able to steal the ball with ease.

Eventually, you managed to break away from him with the ball at your feet and happiness in your lungs. You really thought you had a chance at scoring a goal when that firm hand landed on your hips. As you tried to wriggle free, your feet tangled with his, and the two of you fell to the ground, a jumble of laughter and bodies and a football. You managed to roll onto your back, grinning at Roy as he sat up and gazed down at you.

“You do suck,” he announced with a smirk. “Better study hard at uni, princess, because even with your daddy in charge, you are never getting signed to Chelsea.”

“I think I’ll live,” you huffed back as he laid beside you. You felt keenly aware of his body next to yours, of his breathing, of how close his hand was to your own. You wondered if he could feel your heart pounding through the ground; part of you worried it would cause the earth to quake, it was beating so hard.

Roy’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Glad to be home for the summer?” he hummed, his casual tone a sharp contrast to your nerves.

You cleared your throat. “I am. It’s always nice to be back with my family. And not worry about schoolwork. Plus, I love being here.” You gestured broadly around the pitch.

“Hmm.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Roy squinting at the oranging sky. “Any big summer plans?” His voice was heavy with interest, something rare for Roy Kent. He always seemed so aloof.

“Working here,” you said with a huff. “Same as every summer.” After a moment, you realized he was waiting for you to continue talking. “What about you? Training, training, and more training?” you teased.

He sighed, a low growling sound that had the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. “’ve got a fucking photoshoot tomorrow,” he grumbled. “For fucking Nike. Some international ad campaign or some shit, I don’t fucking know.”

You were instantly reminded that Roy Kent was a professional footballer, a celebrity, a legend in the making, who already had a track record for bedding models and actresses. He was on magazine covers and advertisements. And you were… you. He wasn’t like the boys in your uni classes or the fellas in your neighborhood, earnest young men who nervously asked girls out at pubs and prayed for a ‘yes’. He was a star.

In an attempt to ease your sudden angst, you let out a light chuckle. “Nike photoshoot, huh? Wow, Kent. You’re so cool.” You turned your face towards him and stuck your tongue out playfully. “It makes me hate you so much.”

Roy shifted his head so he was looking at you. “Me? Cool?” He rolled his eyes. “I never feel fucking cool. Especially not around you.” He gazed back up at the sky. “Always feel like a clumsy little kid around you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. His voice was so sincere, not an ounce of the joking and teasing usually aimed at in your direction. And you swore his cheeks were tinted pink- and you didn’t think it was from all the running around. Although your mind was racing to a million different places at once, the only thing you could manage to murmur was, “Well, I think you’re pretty fucking cool, Kent.”

He faced you again, squinting at the setting sun that was hitting him just right. “Thanks.” After a moment, you felt his finger brush tentatively against your knuckles. “D’you think I could call you sometime? While you’re home for the summer?” He shrugged, clearly trying to appear more casual than he felt. “We could… hang out or something.”

If you thought your heart was racing before, it was nothing compared to now. You searched his eyes, looking for some sign that he was goofing around, just fucking with you, but all you could find was sunshine and anticipation. Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you nodded, turning your palm upwards so Roy could rest his hand on yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Yeah, Kent,” you finally whispered as a smile crept across your face. “You could call me sometime.”

#tally's birthday bash #request ❤️#Chelsea!Roy #he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction

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abbysimsfun · 8 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 41 (Buttercup's New Boyfriend)

Hazel stopped by toward the end of summer to spend time with her oldest sister and nephew. "I have news," she said excitedly. "Nicola proposed and I said yes!"

Heather was thrilled for her baby sister, who really wasn't a baby anymore. "Have you decided when the wedding will be?"

Hazel shrugged. "Later in the fall, once we've both finished school. Nicola wants to be a teacher like her mother and I'm taking some online courses in international relations."

Heather's eyes bulged. "Wow! I think politics is a great career for you, Hazel. You love making friends everywhere you go; I can only imagine how many people you'll want to invite to your wedding."

Hazel shrugged. "Not too many. We see our friends all the time, but we want our wedding to be for family. And if you think about it, our family's getting pretty big already."

"I can't wait to have a new sister-in-law!" Heather beamed. "Will you stay in Henford, or take your skills international?"

"Eventually I'll leave our hometown, but for now Nicola will work at Henford Elementary, and I think Mayor Varner will take me on as an intern so I can get some experience. We're going to live with Nicola's parents and brother in the Bramblewood so River and Cassandra will have space for their new baby."

Heather beamed. "I'm so proud of you, little Dandelion."

"You're as corny as Dad, you know that?"

"You don't like my Single Mom Jokes?" Heather pretended to be hurt.

"You're not single," Hazel reminded her. "It's been a few months since Holly called and said you'd basically met nerdy Clark Kent if he walked around all day looking as hot as Superman!"

"I just mean..."

"I get it, he's not your son's father! But that's obviously a good thing. When can we meet him?"

"Soon," Heather said. "I'm still getting to know him, and so is Ash. I want to be sure."

"Will you ever let yourself be sure?"

Hazel was right to doubt her - Heather doubted herself. But Conrad was back on the coast a few days later, spending time with Heather and her son at Fisherman's Wharf. After watching for sea lions in the bay, they stopped in for a quick bite at the Salty Paw.

No matter how much Heather doubted herself, she knew she loved spending time with him. He was still getting used to handling an infant, and feared more than anything he'd drop the kid on his head, but Ash babbled away in his arms as seagulls circled above, searching for food in the water below.

"My son learned to stand on his own at a booth inside the Salty Paw!" Heather groaned, caught between immense pride and embarrassment. "Does that make me a bad mom?"

"Nothing makes you a bad mom," said Conrad. Heather blushed.

"You're really good with him. Are you hiding any kids on me?"

"I donated sperm to pay my way through college." She froze, but when he cracked a smile she breathed with relief. "I'm kidding. No kids, I promise."

Heather had never had feelings this strong for anyone. Not Everett, and certainly not Malcolm. When they returned to her home on Sable Square for Ash's afternoon nap, Conrad told him a bedtime story to help him sleep.

"Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy. And every day the boy would come and he would gather leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest..."

He knew this one from memory, about a tree who gives all of herself to a boy throughout his life to make him happy. Ash suckled sleepily from his own fingers while he listened before dozing off.

Conrad was so perfect. Heather couldn't help but fear it all felt too good to be true. ->

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#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 legacy #sims in bloom #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 story #ts4 story #legacy challenge #sims legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #gen 2 #brindleton bay

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layla-lobelia · 8 months ago

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Chapter 1 : The Sun

Word Count: Approximately 1,162 words. Summary: The story begins with a nine-year-old Clark Kent watching as new neighbors, the Johnson family, move into the farmhouse next door.

The Kansas sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the golden fields surrounding the Kent farm. Nine-year-old Clark Kent sat on the porch steps, his legs swinging back and forth as he watched the dust trail behind the moving truck rolling down the narrow dirt road. The truck creaked to a stop beside the neighboring farmhouse, a place that had been empty for as long as Clark could remember.

Clark tugged at the edge of his flannel shirt, feeling a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. New neighbors weren’t exactly common in Smallville, and the idea of meeting someone new made his heart race a little. He glanced back at the screen door behind him, where his mom, Martha Kent—or Ma Kent as everyone in town called her—was finishing up in the kitchen.

“You ready to meet the new folks?” Ma asked as she stepped out, carrying a large apple pie wrapped in a checkered cloth. Her smile was bright, but she had a keen way of noticing when Clark was uneasy.

“Yeah, I guess,” Clark replied, his voice a little higher than usual. He wasn’t scared exactly, but he couldn’t help feeling a little jittery.

Ma laughed softly and set the pie down for a moment, kneeling beside him. “They’re just people, Clark. Probably nervous, just like you are. But what’s the best way to meet new folks?”

Clark rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help grinning. “With kindness,” he said, parroting what Ma had told him a hundred times before.

“That’s right.” She ruffled his hair gently. “Now come on. Let’s give ‘em a proper Smallville welcome.”

Clark hopped off the porch, his boots kicking up little puffs of dirt as he and his mother made their way across the field that separated their farm from the neighbors’. He could see two men unloading furniture from the truck, lifting a couch and a couple of boxes toward the house. A woman stood nearby, shading her eyes with one hand as she surveyed the work. As Ma and Clark approached, the woman turned toward them and smiled.

“Hello there!” Ma Kent called out cheerfully, waving with her free hand.

The woman wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to greet them. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her brown skin glowed in the sunlight. She looked warm and welcoming, the kind of person who could put anyone at ease with just a smile.

“Well, hello!” she said, her voice bright and full of energy. “You must be the Kents! I’m Flora Johnson. We’ve heard so many good things about you already.”

“And we’ve been lookin’ forward to meeting you,” Ma Kent replied, offering the pie with both hands. “We brought a little something—hope you all like apple pie.”

Flora’s eyes lit up as she accepted the pie. “Apple pie? Oh, this is just perfect! Thank you so much, Martha.” She handed Ma Kent a large glass jar filled with amber-colored honey. “My husband and I keep bees, so here’s a little something from our hive. You’ll never find better honey.”

Clark stood quietly by Ma’s side, his eyes flicking between the two women. He wasn’t sure when he was supposed to speak, and he felt like he was too big to hide behind Ma’s skirt but too shy to just stand there.

Flora seemed to notice Clark for the first time, her eyes softening as she bent down slightly to his level. “And who’s this handsome young man?”

“This is my son, Clark,” Ma Kent said with a proud smile. “Clark, say hello to Mrs. Johnson.”

Clark’s ears burned red as he mumbled, “Hello, ma’am,” keeping his eyes on the ground.

Flora chuckled softly. “A little shy, huh? Don’t worry, my daughter’s the same way. She’s around your age, but she’s probably hiding out in the barn right now. She’s not too thrilled about moving.”

Ma Kent gave Clark a gentle nudge. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself, Clark? I’m sure she’d love to meet someone her own age.”

Clark hesitated for a moment, but the idea of meeting someone new tugged at him, curiosity outweighing his nerves. “Okay,” he said, giving his mom a quick nod before walking toward the barn, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

As he rounded the side of the barn, he spotted a girl standing on the other side of a wooden fence. Her curly black hair, tied back with a red scarf, bounced as she tried to scramble over the fence. Her overalls, covered in tiny embroidered flowers, were dirt-smudged, and her face was scrunched up in concentration as she pulled herself up, one foot barely managing to hook over the top rail.

Clark watched for a moment, biting back a laugh, before stepping closer. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

The girl startled, her grip slipping as she dropped back down to the ground with a soft thud. She spun around, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I’m tryin’ to leave,” she muttered, wiping her hands on her overalls as she glared at him. “What’s it to you?”

Clark blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. “Leave? But… you just got here.”

Layla frowned and crossed her arms. “I don’t like it here. What if the people here are mean? I don’t know anyone, and I don’t wanna be here.”

Clark tilted his head, thinking for a second before he stepped a little closer. “I’m not mean. And you know me now.”

The girl huffed but didn’t say anything, her stubbornness starting to crack a little.

“I’ll be your friend,” Clark said simply, his voice full of warmth. “That way, you don’t have to worry about not knowin’ anyone. I’m Clark, by the way.”

Layla’s frown slowly melted into something softer as she stared at him. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she dropped her arms to her sides. “I’m Layla,” she said quietly, kicking at the dirt with her boot. “You really wanna be my friend?”

Clark shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Why not? We’re neighbors, right? And I don’t got many friends either.”

Layla’s eyes widened a little, as if she couldn’t quite believe he meant it. She glanced back at the fence for a moment, then at Clark. Finally, she gave a small, hesitant smile. “You don’t seem like a bad neighbor.”

Clark smiled back, feeling a sense of relief and happiness spread through him. “And you don’t seem so bad yourself.”

Layla took a step forward, a little more confident now. “So… what do you do around here? Is there anything fun?”

Clark thought for a moment, then grinned. “Well, there’s a creek just down the hill. We can catch frogs and stuff. And sometimes Pa lets me drive the tractor. It’s pretty cool.”

Layla raised an eyebrow. “You can drive a tractor?”

Clark puffed out his chest a little. “Yup! Well, mostly just steer it. But it’s still fun.”

Layla giggled, the sound light and free. “Alright, that sounds kinda fun. Maybe this place won’t be so bad after all.”

Clark beamed, glad that he had managed to cheer her up. “Come on, I’ll show you the creek. It’s not far.”

Layla hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Okay, but you better not trick me.”

“I won’t!” Clark said with a laugh, already turning to lead the way. “Promise.”

As they walked back toward the barn, Layla glanced over at Clark, a small smile playing on her lips. Maybe this new place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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moonferry · 2 months ago

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ISMHO CHAPTER 4: I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER

i know what you're thinking and yes the title is from epic the musical. kent &sam are so ody and telemachus to me. anyway, this one was nice to write. i love samfam so so much. the entire family is so so so important to me.

ALSOOO there are some easter eggs to my other works - forever stuck in our youth and when the sun burns too bright so you can read those too, if you'd like.

BIG thanks to my friend moona (spacesapphi on tumblr and sapphiresstars on ao3) for helping with some ideas found in this chapter :3 he is also a writer and they're currently writing an AMAZING shane centric fic called "moving forward, spiraling downward" i highly recommend. ALSO thank you to my friend sock (siredgarre) for some of their headcanons about vincent :D

summary:

jodi shows kent the concert, and sam and kent finally talk things out!!

word count: 3726

other chapters: chapter masterlist

ao3 link: here

warnings: mentions of past death, parental absence

as always, full chapter below the cut :3

Distant, muffled voices talked quietly, although one of the voices appeared quite exasperated.

“How’d the show go?” A masculine, gruff voice asked. It was followed by momentary silence and then a sigh.

“Kent..” the other voice started, the exhaustion clearly evident in her voice. Jodi pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes tightly as she wondered how to tell her husband about the day’s events. She continued, “It was.. Certainly something.”

“Oh?” Kent asked, raising his eyebrow at Jodi’s choice of words. He eyed his wife warily - searching for the cause of her distress. He knew Jodi preferred softer, piano-esque music and that Sam’s band could be quite noisy, but Jodi always spoke highly of their son - especially his performances.

“What’s wrong, Jo? Did.. did something happen?” Kent asked, extending his hand out and carefully holding Jodi’s wrist.

Jodi sighed once more and gave Kent’s hand a small squeeze. She looked towards Sam’s bedroom door, her eyebrows furrowing together in worry. She spoke, “Well.. it’s just.. You know how important this was to him, right, honey?’

Kent knew. Of course he did. Sam was always excited about his shows, Kent knew this, too.. But this one felt different - in a way. The previous weeks, Sam had been especially secretive about his plans and would constantly ask Kent if he was sure he’d be at the show. And, despite constant reassurance and Kent telling Sam that yes, he would be there, he… wasn’t. He could only imagine how upset Sam had been.

Kent nodded, though he braced himself. He could feel that there was an upcoming “but” in Jodi’s words.

“I know how large crowds make you uncomfortable, so I decided to record it for you,” Jodi explained, fishing around in her small purse and pulling out her digital camera (one that had actually belonged to Kent’s mother and was given as a gift near the time Sam was born - “To capture memories,” Misty had insisted. Jodi kept it ever since).

“The show was amazing. Oh, they all sounded great!” Jodi exclaimed enthusiastically, recalling the better part of the concert, “Sam even had a special surprise, just for you, dear,”

As she was retelling her story, Jodi frowned slightly before continuing, “And then.. Sam.. um… He.. Well, I think it’s better for you to see for yourself.” She pursed her lips into a thin line, extending her palm - which contained the small camera - towards her husband.

Kent raised an eyebrow, skeptical, though he took the camera from Jodi’s hands. He took a deep breath - hesitating to prepare himself for whatever he’d see - and pressed the play button.

The video started off as normal - showing the Goblin Destroyers intro followed by the band members performing several joint songs before moving onto individual pieces.However, Kent noticed Sam seemed… off throughout the entire first half of the show. Nervous, almost. He played wrong notes and - for a reason Kent couldn’t quite determine - kept looking at the audience, almost expectantly. Eventually, it was time for Sam’s song. Kent watched, listening intently as Sam began a small speech before the song.

His voice sprang out, sounding boxy from the old speakers, “This song is for my dad, Kent Neilson. I hope you enjoy it, Dad.” Kent listened to the following song with a curious interest, one that was almost matched with his own guilt.

So.. this is why he wanted me there, Kent thought to himself, his chest tightening as a pang of guilt resounded through it, And I let him down.

He continued to listen to the song, nodding his head along to the soft strum of the guitar. Something about the guitar felt.. Familiar almost. Kent couldn’t place it for the longest time. He found himself staring at it as Sam finished the last line of the song, and, just as Kent recognized it, the unthinkable happened.

Kent watched the video and his eyes widened in horror as Sam hoisted the guitar over his head before letting it crash against the metal of the stage. The image of the video then went skewed - as if whoever was recording had dropped it in surprise. What followed next was distorted audio, although Kent could decipher people arguing. Eventually, the video resumed and Sam was nowhere to be found.

All Kent could see - the audio was still quite distorted at this time - was Sebastian and Abigail approaching Jodi, worried expressions on their faces. He brought the device closer and tried to decipher what was being talked about.

The only thing he managed to hear was the end of Abigail’s last sentence, it appeared she had handed something to Jodi and, while looking sadly, said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Neilson.. About Mr. Neilson’s guitar.. This was all that we could salvage..” There is a brief pause, followed by a small sniffle from Jodi. As the item passed to her hand, it was in the camera’s view long enough for Kent to read it. The video then cuts off.

Kent stares as the video fades into a black screen. He closes his eyes, burying his face into his palms with a long, drawn out sigh.

Jodi approaches her husband and places a caring hand on his shoulder. She rubs small, comforting circles as she tries to console him, “I’m sorry, honey.. I know how much you cared about that guitar..”

“It’s just a guitar. There are thousands like it..,” Kent dismissed with a small shrug. He leaned into Jodi’s caring touch before opening his eyes. He glanced toward the tightly shut door to the left of the living room. He continued, furrowing his brows together, “I’m more worried about Sam, to be honest.”

Kent sighed, rubbing his forehead. He turned to his wife and added, “It’s not like him.. I.. I can’t help but feel like I’m partially responsible.”

“Sweetheart,” Jodi started, a small frown forming on her own lips, “Don’t blame yourself.”

“No, listen to me, Jodi,” Kent retorted, shaking his head. He carefully explained, “You and I both know how he was counting on me to be there.. And I let him down.”

“I’m sure he understands, Kent..”

“Sure he does. He’s the most understanding person I know,” Kent replied with a proud nod. He continued, “But that doesn’t make it fair to Sam. He did something special for me - put this whole thing together - and I couldn’t even show up. That isn’t something a father should do, Jo.”

Kent continued his speech, allowing his thoughts to run freely, “I mean.. Do you know everything that I’ve missed over the years? Countless birthdays, anniversaries, and far too many of Sam’s concerts.”

“Sam is 24, Jodi. Twenty-four. He’s basically a man now and I.. I missed all of it. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, Jo - and I will always regret that -, but I know it’s been especially hard for Sam,” The words spilled from Kent’s mouth and he buried his face deep into his palms. He added, “I wish I could’ve been there for him.”

“But.. I wasn’t. And.. I don’t know how to make it up to him,” Kent admitted sadly. A small sniffle left Kent’s nose and his breath hitched as he said the next words, “I don’t even know if I can anymore.”

“That may be true,” Jodi started, reaching her hand over and gently placing it on Kent’s own. She gave it a careful squeeze, waiting for him to look at her. She continued, “But, you know what you can do?”

“What?” Kent asked, looking at his wife, confused.

“Talk to him.”

Kent nodded. He pushed himself into a standing position. Before moving any further, he leaned down, carefully squeezing Jodi tightly, and placed a big, affectionate kiss onto Jodi’s cheek. He beamed at his wife and exclaimed proudly, “Jodi Neilson, you are the smartest woman in the world.”

Jodi blushed sheepishly, leaning into Kent’s kiss. Then, she laughed and gently pushed Kent away, “Okay, okay. I love you, too, Kent.” She shook her head at her husband’s antics, before motioning him onward, “Now go talk to our son.”

Kent walked towards Sam’s door. He took a deep breath before knocking two knuckles against the door. As he did this, Kent spoke, “Sam? Can I come in? It.. it’s Dad.”

Silence.

Kent sighed, resting his forehead against the door. He tried once again, “Sam?” Once again, there was no response. Kent pursed his lips together.

“Your mother.. She showed me your performance,” Kent explained, hoping his words reached Sam through the small gap between the door and its frame. He continued, “You sounded really good.”

“Ah.. I remember when you were younger. You were always crawling into my lap - barely able to hold the guitar - begging me to teach you how to play,” He recounted, a small smile spreading across his lips. Then, the smile soon faded as he remembered that the very guitar he was imagining so fondly was now a pile of splinters in some Zuzu City dumpster.

Kent paused for a moment before adding, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

When he was greeted with more silence, Kent gave an understanding nod and sighed. He turned to walk away - as it was clear Sam didn’t want to talk. However, just as he was about to give up, the door opened with a soft click.

Behind it stood a remorseful looking Sam, his arms crossed over his chest. He did not meet Kent’s gaze. Kent reached out and attempted to place a caring hand on his son’s shoulder.

Sam stopped him, shaking his head and pushing his hand away. He looked at Kent sadly and stated matter-of-factly, “You promised you’d be there.”

“Sam..I..”

“But you weren’t,” Sam interrupted, his anger slowly returning. He clenched his fist - shaking as a wave of emotion washed over him. He continued, “Why? Why weren’t you there..? You promised me you’d be there, Dad. Promised.”

“You always do this. You promise things and then you break those promises. You’re never there when I need you.” Sam was rambling now, as if every grievance he had been holding from the past years was finally bubbling to the surface. He felt angry, but a small part of him felt relieved, too. It’s like Star has said: Sam should let Kent know how much his actions hurt him.

“Did you know Vincent will look for me before he looks for you? Do you know what its like - having to raise your younger brother, having to take care of your mother because you’re terrified of your father dying. But.. you can’t tell anyone how you feel because you aren’t supposed to feel? You’re supposed to be understanding and..supposed to put everyone else before yourself.”

“Do you know what it’s like to be in my place? I had to step into your shoes at the age of sixteen. I was a child, I should’ve… I don’t know. Hung out with my friends. Instead.. I spent every single day worrying about your safety - but I had to be strong for Mom, for Vincent. I had to be strong for everyone else and.. I needed you to be strong for me, Dad.”

“But.. you weren’t there. And, yeah, I get it. Don’t get me wrong - I admire you and I think your job is super important, but… aren’t we important, too?”

“Sam,” Kent interrupted, pulling his son into a tight hug. Sam was shaking now - fighting back tears. He did not hug Kent back. Instead, he allowed himself to be held - Kent’s grip never faltering.

“I’m so sorry,” Kent apologized, moving his hand to gently cradle the back of Sam’s head - similar to how one would hold a baby. He sniffled, feeling Sam turn even more rigid at the touch. Kent continued, “For everything.”

“I wanted to go, trust me,” Kent attempted to explain. He looked at his son’s hurt expression and silently scolded himself. Why hadn’t he noticed something was bothering Sam sooner? Why did something drastic have to happen before it was addressed? He sighed, looking down at the floor, and continued, “But.. the more I thought about it.. The more I realized.. I didn't think I could handle it.”

“I know you really wanted me there, Sam, and I truly am sorry.”

Sam did not respond, at least not right away. He stood there - silent and still, completely unlike his usual bubbly and bouncy self.

Kent noted Sam’s uncharacteristic behavior and sighed. “I wish I could've been there for you. For all of you.”

“And.. I want you to know that you are important,” He spoke, though a part of him felt guilty that Sam ever questioned that fact. He continued, love and adoration filling his voice, “You, your mother, and your younger brother? You three are the most important things in my life, Sam.”

Sam looked up at Kent sadly, though he gave a halfhearted scoff. He pursed his lips together, mumbling, “It doesn't seem like it.”

“Sometimes.. It feels like.. all you do is work. You're here for a few seconds and then you're gone again. Do you know how it affects us? Or.. are you just trying to run away from it all?”

Kent shook his head. “Sam,” he pleaded, “There is a reason, I promise.” He paused, exhaling a small sigh and debating whether he wanted to tell Sam or not.

Kent pursed his lips together before pulling away from the hug, looking Sam in the eye.

“When I was around your age - maybe a few years younger,” Kent began, his expression darkening as he recounted the events. He took a deep, shaky breath before adding, “I lost my own father. Then, a few months later, I lost two of my best friends within the same week.”

“I was crushed. And.. all I could think about was how unfair the world was. It felt like I was looking after everyone - including my mother and yours - but.. no one was looking out for me.”

“I couldn't figure out what the hell I’d done to deserve it, you know?” Kent admitted, looking down st the ring of dogtags that laid neatly around Sam’s neck. He knew the names well. He had given them to Sam, after all, for safekeeping. Sam, while he didn't know the names personally, wore the dog tags with pride - it was a small, metal chain with three thin plates; tags belonging to Kent himself, and his two friends: Daniel Sawyer and Vincent “Lee” Leegland.

Kent closed his eyes harshly, trying to avoid the rush of spotty memories that threatened to come back. He hadn't remembered much - it was nearly 25 years ago and Kent’s mind had begun blocking out memories of the war - but through accounts from people who knew them (such as Jodi and Willy), Kent knew enough to remember how important the two men were. He continued speaking, “But.. I knew I had to try. So, initially.. I went back for that very reason - to find a purpose; some intangible reason for the world’s cruelty,.”

Kent made a small “hmph” sound, his lips curving downward in a small frown. He spoke once more, “You were about six when I went back into service.. And it was the hardest thing I had ever done - leaving you and your mother alone, that is.”

“So.. why did you?” Sam asked, looking up at his father expectantly.

“Because they needed me,” Kent replied matter-of-factly, though he sounded slightly sad - as if remembering an argument he had with Jodi over this very same thing nearly 18 years ago.

“Eventually, I began moving up the ranks. Because I was working harder than anyone else in my squad, they soon promoted me to Colonel - commander of the naval forces, too.. But, as nice as the recognition was.. that was no longer the reason I kept going back - not entirely, anyway.”

“Do you know what that reason was, Sam?”

Sam raised an eyebrow - curious.

“It was you,” Kent admitted.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, scrunching up his face in confusion.

“Well, I wanted to make sure you were safe, son,” Kent explained, resting his hand protectively on Sam’s shoulder. He continued, “My father did the same thing when I was younger - I didn’t understand it then, just as you do now, but… when you were born - something changed. I had something I needed to take care of, something I could lose..”

“I hadn’t intended to go back as many times as I did.. But.. when the conditions worsened and there were rumors of an upcoming draft.. I knew I couldn’t let them get you,” Kent admitted. His usually stoic and unreadable expression turned slightly solemn.

He continued, “I wasn’t given a choice, Sam. But…this was a way of ensuring you were. I couldn’t let them do that to you. Not after everything I witnessed out there..”

“So.. you went back to keep me from being drafted?” Sam repeated, his brows furrowing together - deep in thought. All this time, he had assumed Kent went back because he wanted to - not because he was trying to protect Sam.

“Yes,” Kent replied with a small nod, “Because that is what you do for the people you love.”

Sam sat there in stunned silence for a moment. He couldn’t believe everything he had just heard. It completely changed Sam’s perception of his father. However, it also made him feel extremely guilty. He sighed, glancing down at his shoes uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry about your guitar, Dad,” Sam mumbled. He didn’t meet Kent’s eyes. “I’ll work doubles at the Joja Mart - buy you a new one. It won’t be the same, though..”

Kent chuckled - a hearty, deep sound that jarred Sam. His father had always been quite stoic and rarely laughed - faintly smiling was the most Sam had ever seen from the man. He gently patted Sam’s shoulder before shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it, son,” Kent assured him. He spoke once more, repeating the sentiment he had told Jodi earlier, “At the end of the day.. It’s just a guitar.”

“What about the memories?” Sam asked, his lips forming a faint frown. He knew how much Kent had loved that guitar - how proud Kent was to pass it onto Sam when he was old enough, how Kent had always encouraged Sam to follow his passion for music. He sniffled slightly, realizing he had destroyed all of it. He mumbled, “Aren’t you going to miss them? Aren’t you angry that they’re gone?”

“I.. I know how hard it is for you to remember things - since… y’know.. the war and all..”

“I’m not angry, I promise,” Kent looked at his son, waiting for Sam to meet his gaze. “I’m more worried about you, Sam.”

“I just wish we had talked sooner,” Kent sighed, resting his forehead against the tips of two of his fingers - rubbing small circles against his temple. He spoke once again, “It was unfair of me to expect this much of you. You should’ve been able to enjoy your teenage years, not have to fill in my shoes. I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. I.. I thought I was protecting you from all this pain - not that I was unintentionally causing more.”

“I know I haven’t been the best father to you, Sam, and I will always regret that,” Kent continued, a wave of guilt covering his features. A small part of him would always be worried that his family would resent him - especially Sam. He pursed his lips together before adding, “I wish I could’ve been there for you more. I’m really sorry, son.”

“Actually,” Sam began, looking up at his father with a small smile, “You’ve been a pretty great dad. I know you were trying - even if I couldn’t see it. So.. I’m sorry, too.”

Kent returned his son’s smile. Sam hesitated before pulling Kent into a tight hug. He buried his head into the man’s neck, closing his eyes tightly as he squeezed Kent - as if he would vanish if Sam were to let go. He took a deep breath before speaking once more, “I love you, Dad.”

Kent was surprised by the sudden hug - the force nearly knocking him backwards. He waited a few seconds and Sam felt his heart drop when Kent hadn’t hugged him back yet. Then, Kent wrapped his own arms around his son - gently cradling his head once again. Tears stung at the edges of Kent’s eyes and he sniffled before replying, “I love you too, Sam.”

“You really aren’t mad,” Sam started, finally breaking the hug and looking at his father once more. He continued, “About the guitar, I mean..”

Kent sighed, but he shook his head, “No, I’m not mad. I’ll miss the memories, sure.. But we can always make more.”

“And, besides,” He started, turning to face the living room. He pointed to the small wooden chip resting neatly on the coffee table, “At least one part survived, right?”

Sam stared at the chip for a moment - amazed that someone had picked it up. He let out a small “huh” of surprise and slowly approached it. He gently scooped up the wood before running his thumb over the faded lettering and the jagged grooves of the wood. As he looked at the wood, an idea popped into his head.

“Hey, Dad?” Sam called out over his shoulder. He then turned towards Kent and added, “I have an idea.. But I’ll need your help.” Kent raised an eyebrow, but he nodded and followed Sam.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon building a small, wooden jewelry box - ensuring they had left a space big enough for the wood chip to fit snugly inside of. Afterwards, Sam found his younger brother and helped him write a small message on a different piece of wood, writing his own to accompany it. When they had finished, the three boys carefully placed the box on Jodi’s bedside table, as a surprise for her. What Kent didn’t know, however, was that Sam had included a surprise for him as well - another note, similar to the one Kent had left many years ago. It was a similarly shaped piece of wood, nestled delicately inside the box. It read: “Thank you for always supporting me. I couldn’t have done it without you, Dad. Love, Sam.”

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