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lunasfics · 6 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 · 1 month 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 · 1 month 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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to-the-stars8 · 27 days ago

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Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3

Genomorph

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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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 year 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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primeofprimes115 · 3 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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bigfan-fanfic · 3 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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nameless-jamie · 15 days 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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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 11 months 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.”

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venuslarkspur · 2 months ago

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Teen Hero Shenanigans

Part 2

We Were Written In The Stars, Boyfriend Of Mine.

Summary: Your Damian’s Twin Sister, after arriving 3 years after your brother, you never excepted to take the Robin mantle, until your brother runs away and you volunteer to take his place. Damian eventually returns and you are discharged from the role, after bottling up your anger you decide to go solo by running away and stealing the Batgirl. But you’re not alone, your sort of boyfriend joins you. The main problem is the boyfriend in question is your brother’s best friend, Jon Kent.

Pairing: Jon Kent x Batsis!Reader on this one. Mentions of platonic batfam and reader.

Notes: Sorry this took so long and it’s shorts I have an exam in 2 days 😢 - ONLY HALF PROOF-READ IM SORRY. Just pure Jon and Reader today

Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse, vomiting, derogatory language, cuts and bruises. Reader has some childhood ptsd.

Words: 1.6k

This morning was significantly quiet, sitting on the windowsill of what was your new home you hadn’t heard a scream in the last 12 hours, no petty purse snatching in sight. There were some clouds in the sky, it was never this nice in Gotham, too much pollution. But the harsh breeze against your skin reminded you of what life was like in the mountains training with your grandfather, it really made you think of how ironic it was that you always got Damian’s sloppy seconds. First being heir of the league of assassins, then being Robin, but now you have something that’s yours; the sleeping boy in the bed. Next to you. Even though he was technically Damian’s first, he doesn’t get to see him this way.

You dabbed your wounds again and let out a disgruntled noise upon hitting a bruise, you grabbed some honey and dabbed it on the dried up cut. You had gotten into a confrontation last night and you weren’t expecting for the low level thug to have some backup. Long story short, he had a ridiculously big group of goons and Jon had to come and help. Let’s hope they all had health insurance for the beating you both gave them. But you couldn’t lie, without your father or siblings there you felt like a rogue, even when you were fighting crime with Jason you never felt this out of place. You felt like you would relapse at any moment and forget your new ways. You never took pleasure in killing, it’s just how your grandfather taught you. Nobody taught you about redemption, you were just explained the world in black and white.

Luckily, you had Jon if you ever nearly slip up. You hadn’t looked at your phone in 3 good days and you had been happy that way, you missed them, even your father to an extent but you also knew proving yourself was important. The highlight of all of this was Jon, sure breaking a few scum noses was nice too. But nothing beats the adrenaline of going on patrol together and the press wondering when you two became an item, you leave as quickly as possible though; you can’t risk your family coming to get you or Jon’s for that matter. It was a bit easier for Jon, his parents trusts him and loves him. Your family loves you too, but if Bruce trusted you then why fire you?

“Ouch.” You murmur after hitting a particularly sensitive bruise, deciding that’s enough and wanting to spend some more time with Jon before your patrol, you slip back next to him; ruffling his hair and trying to shuffle as close as humanely possible, the more you shuffled the more healed you felt by the moment, not just physically but mentally as well. There was so many things to tell him, about your overbearing mother? Or maybe almost being disowned by your grandfather? But you didn’t wanna tell him things he wouldn’t know what to do with. So you embrace him and he gets the message and pulls your waist around him, which made you hope the morning would never end.

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“I received a call from Clark this morning.” Bruce said sternly to almost all his children, they all sat on the couch, “Clark? has he found her?” Stephanie spoke up first, her eyes widened with hope as Barbara placed a hand on her shoulder. “Steph..” she said whilst rubbing her back to comfort her. “Well, what did he say?” Barbara asked, Bruce let out a sigh and faced his kids.

“You all remember Jon right?” They all nodded in unison and mutual confusion, “Well, recently Jon has gone off too, they think around the same time as your sister.”

“What are you saying?”

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“You okay?” Jon asked as you searched the knocked out drug dealer in front of you. “Absolutely nothing, no leads.” You replied, you’ve been trying to find the boss of a local drug cartel but you’ve had no luck. “Babe, I was asking about you.” He looked down at his shoes before moving over to you. His glowing features making you forget about the filthy, rat infested alley. “Ups and downs, some days I really miss my family.” You look down and don’t realise the thug under you has woken up and has now broken out of his restraints. “I’ll get you for this you slu-“ he lunges at you seething with anger; but you swiftly move out of the way and restrain his hands before Jon hastily pins him to the ground again, using his weight against him. “You brats..” you role your eyes and gesture Jon to walk away with you, and you nearly did until for the first time you lost sense of self.

“You fucking cunt! Look at me!” The thugs screams and you pull Jon along, nothing he can say to you can do anything, you’ve heard it all, well until he reopened some old wounds; emotional wounds. “You are nothing bitch!” You stop dead in your tracks, Jon looking at you with extreme concern and wondering what changed. Immediate memories flood in, Damian leaving, your grandfather working you to the bone after his disowned, former heir left. Harsh days that ended in you holding your stomach and trying to keep your breakfast from coming up, which didn’t always work and wasn’t always pleasant. Vomiting blood was the worst of it after you were hit a bit too hard and were left clenching onto your stomach for dear life.

“On your feet.” A grating voice that resembled your grandfather spoke, were you having a panic attack? All you knew is you were reliving you worst memories. Please I don’t want to remember! I won’t. “Do you want to be meaningless? Pick up your sword and face me, I won’t allow you to fail.” You wondered if your mother even cared, she would carefully ogle your hands at night, commenting on how your once porcelain, delicate, hands were now ruined. But she did nothing about it, you wanted to be the heir; but not like this. You risked being disowned too if you even asked about your father or brothers, so you didn’t. You just didn’t,

“Babe? Are you okay?” A familiar voice said, you were now acutely aware you were out of the alley and lifted into your boyfriend’s arms. “You were in a daze..I couldn’t wake you up I’m sorry.” He looked down whilst placing you guys atop a nearby building, “it’s okay, I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before.” Jon offered you and sympathetic look before taking one of your hands in his, “I wanted to show you something to make you feel better.” You tilted your head, wondering what he had planned.

“Come.” He said and slowly lifted his feet of the group flying upwards, you were also gently lifted off the ground; surprisingly, no strain, only his gorgeous features. “Only a little longer now.” He said as he went further up in the sky only a bit stray of the clouds, he quickly shifted you upwards into the bridal carry. “Sorry if this isn’t a comfortable position, I wanted you to be facing me; since you’re my equal and everything..” he spoke in a shy tone, without hiding the faint blush on his face. Your heart was melting, he might as well take it for himself. But you wouldn’t say that to him, could ruin the mood. “I’m plenty fine here.”

“Good we are here.” He took his fingers and lifted your chin upwards; you were met with a vast sea of glowing stars, because of the pollution in Gotham; you never saw this many. You had never felt so loved in your life, so validated, so cared for. You started shedding tears and hugging into his chest, “Shit-oh sorry I didn’t realise this would-I’m so sorry-“ Jon said scrambling to rub your back and pepper your forehead with kisses to repay you. “No, Jon, happy tears I promise.” You say softly and his calms and he places his chin on the top of your head, “This is why you’re the only person I’ve ever let into my heart in this sort of way..” You utter and Jon has to hold back some tears of his own, “Thank you.” You move in closer and grab his face to kiss him, and it seems like it lasts forever before you both pulled away gasping for breath.

“I think I-“ you scramble to get your words together, feeling everything so intensely, until your finally get it together. “I love you so much Jonathan Kent.”

“I love you.” You finish, staring directly into his eyes, “I love you too.” He said, matching your gaze. “I love you so much more.”

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abbysimsfun · 5 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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layla-lobelia · 5 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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phantoms-lair · 11 months ago

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"Okay, I can see why your astrology loving self likes it here," Tim elbowed Danny.

"It's astronomy and you know it." Danny said, fake offended.

"Yeah, I will admit I'm surprised by how good the internet is here. I wasn't expecting that out of rural Kansas."

"Well, think of who they have to keep in contact with, and how far away." Danny pointed out. "Honestly, pretty sure Bruce is responsible."

"Wouldn't be surprised."

"Hey Danny!" Elle hovered over the two of them. "Let's go flying!"

"We've got a guest you know." Danny gestured at Tim with his thumb. "Be kind of a jerk move to fly off without him."

"Can't he fly?" Elle asked. "His hero name is Robin, right?"

Elle looked like she was ten, but Tim had to remind himself she was less than half a year old and often surrounded by metahumans. "No flight. All my powers are up here." he said, tapping the side of his head.

"You're psychic?" she asked.

Danny laughed and Tim rolled his eyes. "No powers, just smart." he clarified. Then he looked back at the stars. "It would be interesting to see what it would be like to have powers, but like most of the family, I'm a normal human."

"No one who can lie to Batman with a straight face is normal." Danny pointed out.

"If he wants to know what it's like to have powers, why don't you show him?" Elle asked.

"It's rude." Danny said, sticking his tongue.

"Not with consent."

"Not with permission." Danny pleaded. "You are too young for me to want to hear you use the phrase 'consent'."

"Missing something." Tim pointed out.

"Overshadowing. If I take control of you I can channel my powers through your body. But like I said, it's kind of rude."

Tim wasn't sure 'rude' was the word for stealing someone's bodily autonomy. But Elle did have a point of her own. There was a world of difference between doing something with or without consent. "Okay, how would that work?"

"How would what work?" Danny asked.

"The overshadowing thing."

"Oh, it's er," Danny was fiddling with his fingers, suddenly nervous. "It's kinda creepy."

Tim gave him a flat look. They'd covered Danny referring to himself as 'creepy' enough in Gotham that he wasn't amused.

"It's basically possession. I would seize control of your body and channel my powers through it. Normally the person getting possessed is sort of put to sleep and only has vague impressions of the time they were controlled. But a person with strong enough willpower can resist and be aware." Unsaid was that pretty much everyone in Tim's family would be able to hold onto their awareness.

"Could you cede control once you had it though? Possess someone but not control them?"

"I honestly don't know. I've never tried it." Danny admitted.

"Then lets try it," Tim suggested.

Danny looked at him like he was crazy. "Why?"

"Two reason. The first is it will see how well I do if a ghost tries controlling me. The second," he shrugged, "I'm not a metahuman and will probably never be one. And I'm okay with that, but it's been interesting to see what it feels like to be one, you know?"

Danny pursed his lips and Tim wondered if he was crossing a line. Being a metahuman hadn't exactly been a fun experience for Danny, after all.

"Okay." Danny said reluctantly. "But you don't get to blame me if you don't like it."

Or he could just still have issues with the thought of people rejecting him for his powers. "Fair. We've got Elle as our witness that this was my idea. I could talk to the Kents beforehand too-"

"Not necessary!" Danny shuddered.

Tim felt his heart droop. Deep down Danny still didn't trust they'd keep caring for him. He hated what the Fentons had done to Danny's self esteem. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Tim softly reminded him. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable either. But I trust you, you know?"

Danny swallowed heavily. "Okay. If you're sure."

It felt cold, at first, like a chill up his spine. Then Tim felt his mouth move and vocal chords activate independently of of him. "Okay, so this is overshadowing." His own voice said. "So I guess, try to do something and I'll try not to stop it?"

"Do you have to talk out loud?" Tim asked. "It's going to look like I'm talking to myself."

"I guess that works. And yes, no psychic connection for this. Sorry."

"Weird," Elle observed. "I've seen some recordings of overshadowing and usually the person has the eyes glowing the ghosts color when control, but the glow fades when they resist control. But the eye glow didn't go away when Tim spoke."

"He's not resisting me, I'm letting him have control, it's different." Danny insisted.

"Maybe I should start resisting you. Just to see if I can." Tim suggested.

Elle giggled. It really did look funny with him talking to himself.

"Okay," Danny raised Tim's arm and clenched his fist. "You try to open your hand and I'll try to keep it shut."

Tim had to admit just feeling his arm move like that was mildly panic inducing. He'd managed not to be carded by Hatter but imagined this was what it felt like. He struggled to move his hand only to have it firmly stay in place. He struggled more, eventually sending his arm into erratic fits, punching himself in the face. "Owww" he moaned as

Elle doubled over in laughter.

"Healing factor should take care of it in a few minutes. Unless you want to stop now." Danny rubbed their injured nose.

"No, I mean, I think I want muscle control back, we can work on resisting stuff more later. But I want to see what having powers feels like!"

"Which one do you want to-"

"Flying!" Elle interrupted gleefully.

"I think you might have an ulterior motive." Danny said dryly. "You up for flying, Tim?"

"Yes please," Tim answered, trying to hide how excited he was to try.

He's seen others fly, several times, but it wasn't something he's ever thought he could do except on a hang glider or something.

"We're going for invisibility first." Danny warned. "Since we don't want to be seen."

If getting possessed had been a shiver up his spine, becoming invisible was like being dunked in cool water. Not frigid, but a definite chill ran across his skin as it vanished from sight. Then Tim felt gravity lose it's hold on him. Without any form of propulsion he lifted up about a foot in the air.

"We're going to start low and slow." Danny assured him. "So if anything goes wrong you aren't going to fall too far." Gently he leaned forward and glided effortlessly through the air.

"Do you think I could do this myself?" Tim asked.

"No clue, let's try!" Danny seemed to be warming up to the idea of testing with Tim's lack of a bad reaction to being overshadowed.

The floated in place and Tim tried to move their shared body. But while he could mover his limbs with ease, Danny's power couldn't be interacted with. "Doesn't look like it, sorry."

Elle looped back around. "This is low and slow is kiddy stuff." She groaned.

Danny gave her a mild glare. "You are three months old. You have no right to complain of kiddy stuff."

"If anything I can more." Elle countered. "Come on, can we at least do tag or something?" Tim shrugged. "Sure, tag sounds good."

"Does she normally smoke you this bad at tag?"

"No." Danny grumped.

Tim sighed. "Sorry. Having to plan out our strategies is letting her hear us. If you took full control-" "Then you wouldn't be in the game, I'd just be using you as a meat suit for no reason." Danny pointed out.

Tim thought for a moment. "Danny, can you put your shield in a bubble around us, so Elle can't hear us planning?"

"Sure, but it's going to be obvious."

"That's fine, we're just planning the planning." Tim assured. Danny raised the shield "We're planning to plan? Seems redundant."

"We're planning the things that will let us plan in plain sigh without your sister knowing." Tim corrected. "So our main issue here is we've got two minds that need to collaborate. Even if we split the division of labor of you powers me body, we each need to use both. You can take control of my body if an opportunity needs it, but I can't take control of your powers, so that what we need more communication for."

"Elle hasn't developed much beyond the standard, so we can keep to those. So, intangibility," Tim tapped the ring finger of his left hand twice. "If I make that motion, it means I'm asking you to use intangibility, if you do it it's warning me you're using it and I don't have to flinch away. Blinking twice will work the same for invisibility and..." Tim thought a moment more. "Tongue for flying." "Okay, I get eyes for invisibility and hands for intangibility, why tongue for flying?" Danny asked.

"Because it can't be seen. So tongue on the roof of my mouth acts as the taps or blinking, but can also be used to indicate direction in three dimensions." Tim demonstrated by holding his tongue to the roof of his mouth, then pressing it to the left side of his cheek."

Any more discussion was interrupted by Elle knocking on the shield. Danny dropped it to reveal his younger sister looking annoyed. "Are we playing or what?" Dany smirk and cracked their shared knuckles. "Round two begins now."

Alfred stood on the porch with the Kents while Martha rang the bell to call the children in. It had been a lovely visit catching up with them while Tim spent some time with Danny and Elle. It warmed his heart that despite moving to Smallville and possibly adding Kent to his name instead of Wayne, Danny and Tim were still very much brothers.

(One of the contingencies, if the Kents hadn't felt able to take in the boy, was for him to be officially adopted by Tim as a Drake, allowing him to still be a part of the family without feeling an unwanted connection to Master Bruce. But that plan was scrapped when Danny became publicly known during the Seige of Gotham. It was for the best, Danny truly needed more adults he trusted.)

It wasn't unexpected to see the children approach from the air. What was unexpected was there was only two of them and Master Tim seemed to be flying of his own volition. A raised eyebrow was all it took to remind the children that this wasn't an ordinary situation either.

Tim felt his shoulders hunch and his cheek flush as Danny's self-consciousness expressed itself in his body. Danny separated from him and opened his mouth, probably to apologize, but Tim wasn't going to let him. "I wanted to know what it was like to fly." he said, cutting off any apologies for his existence his brother might make.

"Indeed." Alfred said simply. "And how did that work out?"

"Quite well. I can better coordinate flying members of the team now, as well as Danny and I worked out a simple non-verbal code in order to plan around Elle while she could hear everything we said to each other. It was a productive endeavor."

"More importantly, Master Tim." Alfred's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Did you have fun?"

Tim felt himself becoming bashful now, ducking his head. "Yeah." He answered. "I did."

Good. Just as Danny needed the occasional reminder they were cared for, Tim needed the reminder that he was more than his use.

"That's something." Pa rubbed his chin. "Don't suppose you'd be willing too take me up there too. "I'd love to be able to go flying with Clark."

Danny's face turned red, and he half hid behind Tim's shoulder.

"It's okay if you're not comfortable with us for that yet." Ma said kindly. "We know you haven't know us as long as Tim."

"S'Okay." Danny muttered.

"You can take Pa and I'll take Ma. We can all go flying!" Elle cheered.

"When your brother's ready," Ma gently admonished.

"With that we must be off." Alfred apologized. "While I treasure these times, it's not fair to Miss Gordon to have to run herd on our family all evening without backup."

"Give Bruce our best." Ma patted Tim on the head while Pa and Alfred shook hands.

"I will. See you soon Danny."

"Yeah." Danny smiled at his brother. "See you soon."

It would be sooner than either of the two thought

#Ghost Writing #Taking Flight #DCxDP #Any guesses what they forgot to take into account?#That's going to lead to needing to share a body in the near future?

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 8 months ago

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tuesday again 6/18/2024

might flood today! might not! who knows! i live in the paved over swamp! mackintosh’s main concern is this bowl of grapes

listening

sligo river blues performed by john fahey. part of the point of doing this weekly is when i sit down to draft these, i am occasionally forced to go "ooh. i forgot to listen to music while pacing around last week. maybe that's why i was a tremendous cunt and wanted to claw out of my own skin."

anyway i care about two people on tiktok and one of them is a couple renovating a stunning house in the pacific northwest from a level 5 hoard (DK Dreamhouse), and one is this guy dylanwesch who is i guess music nerd tok? a lot of ambient stuf which i love to click around on the computer to. listened to part of this album while debugging a GIS problem this week

youtube

reading

i read six books this week, which is really the clearest possible sign i need to up my antidepressants. read the shepherd king duology by rachel gillig (Fine but i had some issues with the authorial style, felt very YA as opposed to NA, did have a very cool magic system, unfortunately i liked the second couple’s banter and relationship Way More than the main couple’s). finished the last three books in the temeraire series, i have not much to say about them except i adored them wholeheartedly. also before i read those i wrote all the below in a fit of pique

the great state of west florida by kent wascom. instagram kept serving me ads for this book and i am once again a little unnerved by meta's advertising.

publishers' weekly synopis

In Wascom’s wacky and wild fourth adventure for the Woolsack clan (after The New Inheritors), lawless gunslingers and reactionary Christian nationalists face off in a divided Florida. The year is 2026 and 13-year-old orphan Rally Woolsack is rescued from the abusive foster family who brought him to Louisiana by his long-lost uncle Rodney, who regularly responds to challenges of mortal combat on the app DU3L. Rally is thrilled to get away from his tormentors and return to Florida, although it turns out Rodney has pulled him from the frying pan into the fire. Troy Yarbrough, a state legislator whose family runs a creepy evangelical Christian college in its mansion on Florida’s panhandle, has introduced a bill calling for the region to secede from the state. Rally, reckoning with the long-running bad blood between his family and the Yarbroughs, derides Troy’s vision as a “Jesus-riddled white ethnostate with a beachside pastel tinge.” With the bill on the floor of the state legislature, and with everyone packing firearms, the Florida Wars begin. Fans of pulpy dark humor will relish the climactic showdown between Yarbrough’s henchmen and those loyal to an elusive figure called the Governor, as right-wing nutjob Troy is saddled by mad cow disease and Rally is rescued by his crush. This high-octane satire feels all too plausible. Agent: Gail Hochman, Brandt & Hochman Literary. (May)

i had some trouble with this one! on its face it seems like the kind of thing i would eat with a spoon. in practice it's more of a coming-of-age than a just-before-the-apocalypse story and i have a lot of trouble relating to a thirteen-year-old boy. even if he is bisexual. in this interview wascom says he's "re-mythologizing the Western" which i can kind of see? it's very pulp and ultra-violent in a spaghetti western kind of way, and seems written in a way easily adaptable to the screen. not quite vaporwave but a lot of anime influence: the author thanks twelve Japanese directors and manga artists at the end of the book.

there's an odd authorial quirk where the thirteen-year-old boy often points out (internally and externally) that the adults in his life are just talking at him about politics. which is a pretty accurate portrayal of childhood, but lampshading it in this way doesn't really make me excited about wascom's authorial chops? this is your fourth book. this book revolved around a couple brutal fight scenes (and one giant setpiece crowd scene, which has vibes and atmosphere in spades), and that's a perfectly fine reason to write a book, but if that's your strength i would be very happy to have you focus on that instead of sections where both the kid and i the reader are bored.

there's a scene with babysitter/babysittee sexual abuse that unlocks how the abused character makes decisions for the rest of his life, but it was extremely graphic and i wasn't really prepared for that. i don't know that i would have read this book if i had that knowledge aforethought.

overall not quite what i wanted it to be: the author in this interview said he's been working on it for over a decade and had to keep throwing out parts coming true during trump's presidency. i picked this pulpy novel up as an escape from the terrible politics of today, which is not what this books is. i don't know if i buy that he was simply too good at predicting the future, but i do like the choice stated in his interview "I abandoned the predictive stuff and tried to tell a story like it was written on an obelisk in the future, like what Denis Johnson did with Fiskadoro, or Joanna Russ with The Female Man". it does feel very much like the narrator from Mad Max 2 telling his story of meeting Max as a feral kid. again, some interesting ideas in here, does deliver on the Southern Gothic doomed political family aspect, as well as the same flavor of heat-wave climate tragedy as JG Ballard's The Drowned World, but i would have liked to focus more on his cool furiosa-like aunt in a white mustang with an anime mech arm. criminally underused character

watching

watched The Hunter (2011, dir. Nettheim) because of the Temeraire books! they used an archaic name for Tasmania that made me go “where the Fuck is that” and then i looked at the media mentions section of the wikipedia page. beautiful film in a very spare way. lots of long loving shots of willem defoe in the wilderness enduring various weather conditions.

i don’t know if it stuck the landing quite as well as i would like, but like defoe you fall in love with the land and the family so slowly it’s very startling when you finally do fully realize it. i think i was supposed to cry at the end but didn’t quite manage it. one of my favorite springsteen songs is part of the diagetic score in a way that made me cry, which i also did not expect.

playing

shoutout to the Thing Matching genre of phone game. this one is very much watch-ads-to-win but the levels are pretty long and i like shuffling objects around while listening to podcasts and trying to fall asleep

making

fallow week

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #mackintosh

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Clark Kent comforting and taking in neglected! Villain's daughter?

Pairing: (Platonic) Superman aka Clark Kent x 12-year-old girl Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Family. Hurt/Comfort. A little dark at times because of mention of child abuse, but nothing too detailed I hope. A/N: I think I broke my heart writing this.........

He had seen a dark figure steal it's way through the shadows.

"Did you see that?" He said, straining his eyes towards the shadow where the figure had disappeared. The rest of his Team, who had been trying to figure out how to get through the impenetrable force field that had them trapped, turned their attention to him.

Before any of them could reply the figure stepped out of the shadows, surprising all of them with it's presence.

"Its..........a child." Wonder Woman stated in a surprised tone as all of them gathered nearest to the force field wall where she stood on the opposite side.

She was dressed in a ripped shirt, hair and face smeared with what looked like dirt. Her feet were bare and her face was gaunt. Her eyes were wide and held that innocence that only a child possessed, yet those eyes seemed almost haunted. As if she had seen things no child her age should see.

Considering her father was a villain hell-bent on taking down the Justice League and take over the world, it was no surprise.

"What is she doing here?" Flash wandered out loud. Her eyes shifted from one grown-up to the other, as if assessing the adults behind the force field.

"If she's her father's daughter, she won't be letting use leave." Batman stated, turning his attention to trying to plan an escape. "Although, given her condition, we can perhaps hope otherwise."

Superman slowly crouched down so he could be at eye-level with the girl. She gazed back at him with wide green eyes. She seemed rather small, obviously a result of undernourishment, yet there was a certain air about her that prompted Superman to lean forward. He knew she could hear him through the force field.

"Hello, I'm Superman." He said as a way of greeting, trying to win her over if he could. "Via." She stared back at him for a good few moments longer before slowly bringing her arms forward to reveal one of the most tattered and pathetic looking stuffed toy he had ever seen. Obviously it was well-loved by her, and was the only possession she had.

Superman smiled softly. "Thats a nice toy, whats his name?" He asked, hoping to speak with her further and maybe try to find out who you were.

Via only stared back at him, though the smile the tall man gave her did ease her nerves and she gave a small smile in return. Her head tilted in curiosity for a few brief seconds as to why the nice man with the red cape was being held behind the scary force field. Via's gaze shifted to where Batman was trying to decrypt the force field.

Maybe she should help them?

If she did, maybe the nice man would play with her!

The absolutely innocent reason was what prompted Via to bound towards the control panel and with no hesitation, press a button. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach it, but in the end she smiled when the force field receded from around the nice man and his friends.

Instantly she was at his side, grasping his large hands between her own much smaller ones and tugging at it. "Play?" Via spoke in a small voice as she gazed up hopefully at him.

Clark looked down at her in surprise, at the trustful look in her eyes as she urged him to play with her.

He crouched down next to her once more while the rest of his Team began to search any information on the foe that had trapped them.

Via raised her toy once more. "Play?" She asked again to which he gave a small nod. "I promise to play with you later. But right now we need to get out of here." He wasn't about to leave her here. Via gave a nod, a smile on her lips as he scooped you up. Clark could lift any weight without feeling any of it, yet it pinched his heart that when he held the little girl, he barely felt anything.

He could've been holding air if she hadn't wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

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It turned out to be a good thing, when Clark took Via with him when he did. She knew the very thing that could be used to defeat her father and once the man was taken care of and the Justice League was working on helping with any casualties, Clark turned his attention back to her.

Via had been passed around amongst the Justice League, with one member taking care of her at a time. Once her father had realized where she was, he had begun to hunt her. She had trembled so much in his arms, that Clark almost felt like he would loose his grip on her.

Currently she were asleep on the floor of the Watch Tower. Curled up she appeared even smaller, prompting Clark to remove the cape from around his shoulders and set it atop her, to keep her from getting cold.

"What're we gonna do with her?" Flash asked, obviously concerned about the girl. Her father was in a high security prison and should be turned over to the state so they would take care of her.

Yet the decision didn't sit right with any of them.

"Maybe one of us should take her?" Cyborg suggested, looking around at the rest of the Team. Wonder Woman pursed her lips, frowning slightly before speaking. "A sound decision, but I believe that it should be Superman who takes her in."

The Kryptonian stared at the Amazonian dumb-founded. "Me?!" He exclaimed, loud enough to make the little girl stir and clutch her toy tighter. Feeling a twinge of guilt Clark made sure to speak in a lower tone.

"Why me? Batman is always taking in orphaned children, shouldn't it be him?" No one made a move to comment on that, not even Batman who was going over every past discretion Via's father had committed in the past.

"I took your name because I believe young Via has bonded with you Superman. To send her with an unknown person or any one of us would be like a break of trust." She glanced at the girl. "And think of this as a temporary situation. Once we are able to locate a better home for Via, we will move her there."

Well when Wonder Woman said it like that, he wasn't about to go against her. A brief glance in Via's direction had whatever reservations that were left in his heart fade away. Pulling out his phone from a hidden compartment in his belt, he sighed.

"Guess I had better make arrangements."

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When Via learned she would be staying with the nice man, Clark, she reminded herself, she'd been ecstatic. She liked him. And though everyone else in the colorful clothes had been nice to her as well, she liked him better.

Currently she was being carried by Clark, as the both of them descended near a field. He set her down gently, watching as her eyes widened at the sight of everything around her.

The trees, the dirt, the sky, the birds, everything was new to her.

Clark learned that her father hadn't exactly been the educating type. And had seen fit to simply have her locked away from the rest of the world. This was her first time being out.

"What is that?" She asked, pointing at the house that stood old yet proud a few paces from where they had landed. Clark gave a small smile at her curious nature. "Its a house and that is where you will be living." No sooner had he said the words when the door opened and a figure walked out.

"Clark!" Martha Kent called in greeting as she held her arms out for her son. Clark easily scooped her up in an embrace, earning a laugh from Martha at her son's enthusiasm. "Glad to see you safe and sound my boy." She said, giving his cheek a motherly kiss before raising an eyebrow at him.

"Have you been eating well dear? You look peaky." Clark rolled his eyes at his mother's doting. "You can save your fuss for our guest Ma." He moved out of the way to reveal Via, who stood hidden from view behind his cape.

Martha took in the sight of the unkempt girl. She was slight, wearing a dirty shabby cloth. Her hair was in tangles and looked like it had never seen a good wash. With wide brown eyes and a thin face, Martha's kind heart broke.

The little thing looked so alone.

"Ma, I want you to meet my friend Via." He walked to stand beside the girl. "Via, this is my mother, Martha." His mother gave a gentle smile, as she crouched in front of the girl to meet her gaze at her level.

"Its very nice to meet you Via. Would you like to come inside? I did a little shopping and I found a pretty dress you can wear?" Via blinked.

"Whats a dress?"

The two adults were a little taken aback by her sudden question, but neither of them made a comment about it.

Instead Martha held out a hand. "Why don't you come with me and I'll show you?"

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It only took a few days for Via to start feeling comfortable around Martha. The woman bathed the girl, washed her hair and dressed her up before feeding her with her own hands. Via didn't know how to even feed herself properly, and it boiled Clark's blood to know that her father had neglected her to such as extent.

But that was in the past now. It was over.

That man would never neglect Via again, and he would certainly never lay eyes on her either. Not if Clark had anything to say about it.

With each passing day, Via grew stronger, healthier and more open as well as curious about the world around her. The Kent Farm provided many distractions, so it was a good thing Clark had Krypto come along and act as a guide dog to the little girl.

Via had shown no hesitation when approaching Krpyto, telling Clark how her father had kept multiple dogs and she had befriended all of them. Krypto seemed to take his job of guarding Via very seriously. He was be near her every single moment of the day. They both even slept in the same bed. Martha had been slightly against that last part, but she had given in when she realized just hos safe Krypto made Via feel.

Martha had fallen in love with Via, and Via adored Martha. She had even taken to calling her Ma like Clark did. It had melted Martha's heart and had her shedding a couple tears. She had taken it on herself to teach Via everything she could, from taking care of herself, to learning how to read and write. The two of the would spend every second Via was inside the house together.

And as for Clark?

He had to admit he was warming up to Via more and more. Of course, he still had to go to work or go on missions and it all kept him pretty busy.

Whenever he returned to the Kent Residence, Via would come racing out of the house and jump into his arms, and Clark would return her enthusiastic embrace. It was ridiculous that something as simple as a hug from a little girl he hadn't even thought existed until some time ago, would wash away his worries and troubles. Via had a sweet and kind nature, something that surprised Clark given the environment she had grown up in.

She was tell him about everything she had learned, and Clark would listen patiently. And if he helped out on the farm, Via would be right by his side learning from him.

Her presence became such a fixture in his life, that he forgot all about this being temporary.

So when Bruce called him with the news that there was a family willing to take Via, he froze. His blue gaze wandered over to where Via and Krypto were playing, with his mother nearby, setting up a picnic.

"Clark?" Bruce spoke through the phone, prompting the man to return his attention to his friend.

"Yes, still here." There was a pause.

"Do you need some time to think it over?"

Clark floundered, his mind unable to form words as he tried to come up with a response.

Just then Via let out a shriek of laughter when Krypto pummeled her with slobbery kisses. Ma Kent called to both of them to behave and not act in such a roguish manner. Her words fell on deaf ears.

"No." Clark stated firmly, a smile on his lips as he did. "I don't think I do."

He could practically hear that smug smile on Bruce's lips as he replied. "I'll set working on the papers for you to legally adopt her then." Clark gave a small huff of laughter.

"You do that."

"Via Kent?"

As if she heard her name, Via's head popped up from where she now laid on the grassy ground with Krypto at her side and gave him an enthusiastic wave, smiling from ear to ear.

"Via Martha Kent."

With that he disconnected the call and joined his little family.

#superman x reader #superman x y/n #clark kent x reader #clark kent x y/n #dc #superman imagine

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