#and Lois comes to try and cheer him up

[nicnacsnonsense]

God I can’t believe we’re still dragging out the Clark and Lana ship. And I still have another full season of this to go plus the little arc in s8. I am so tired of this “Clark&Lana foreva!!!! they are meant for each other 🫶” nonsense, as though Lois hasn’t been running around for 3 season now.

What they should have done is have Lana break up with Clark in both versions of the “Reckoning” timeline, the first time around because she has PTSD from the black ship Kryptonians and finding out Clark is also an alien, the same kind even, is something she needs time to process and she wants them to take a break. And then obviously in the do over timeline she breaks up with him because she can’t handle the constant secrecy (plus honestly it would be pretty of shitty of Clark to continue to date her once he knows for a fact she wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with him if she knew the truth).

This, her breaking up with him regardless of whether he tells her his secret or not, should have been the wake up call he needed that maybe the girl he had a crush on in high school isn’t his one true love. And after that the Clana ship should have been dead. They can still care about each other and we can even have a few moments of implied lingering feelings, but the idea of them actually having a romantic relationship should be completely off the table.

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

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platonic, ig? Jon is 10 while you're 18+ in this LMAO in which Jon has a crush on you but you, despite being a 18+ year old ahh vigilante is oblivious to all of it. Not a yandere content, jst chill rn

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

The Kent farm always felt like a second home to you. The golden fields stretched endlessly, kissed by the late afternoon sun, and the gentle hum of the wind was a melody you had grown fond of over the years. It wasn’t uncommon for you to find yourself here, sitting on the porch with Lois and Clark, sharing laughter and stories about the League, or helping Jon with his homework at the kitchen table.

Jon had always been a sweet boy—bright, cheerful, and endlessly curious. You had known him since he was a wobbly infant, drooling on your shoulder as you cradled him. You remembered the way he giggled when you’d tickle his tiny toes or sing lullabies softly enough to lull him to sleep. Those memories made your heart swell with affection for him, even now that he was ten years old and growing faster than the crops in the fields.

But lately, something about Jon had changed.

“Y/N, are you staying for dinner?” Jon’s voice piped up from the living room, where he sat cross-legged on the carpet, pretending to read a book. His eyes, however, were fixed on you like you were the most fascinating story in the world.

You glanced up from the kitchen counter, where you were helping Lois chop vegetables for the evening meal. “If it’s okay with your mom and dad, sure. I don’t want to impose.”

Jon’s face lit up like Christmas morning. “You’re not imposing! You can stay as long as you want!”

Lois, standing beside you with a knowing smirk, muttered under her breath, “He’d probably ask you to move in if he thought you’d say yes.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “He’s just being polite, Lois. He’s such a thoughtful kid.”

Lois froze mid-chop, her knife hovering above the cutting board. She turned to look at you, arching a brow. “Thoughtful, huh? Y/N, sweetheart, I love you, but you’re dense”

You frowned, tilting your head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Jon likes you,” she said bluntly, the words hanging in the air like the stillness before a storm.

You blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then you laughed, the sound light and airy, brushing away the tension Lois was trying to create. “Of course, he does. I’ve known him his whole life. We’re close.”

Lois groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “No, Y/N. He likes you. As in, he has a crush on you.”

Your laughter faltered, replaced by a puzzled expression. “Lois, come on. He’s just a little boy. He’s sweet and affectionate—that’s all it is. Kids are like that.”

Lois stared at you, her lips pressing into a thin line as she fought the urge to bang her head against the counter. “Right. Sure. Just a sweet little boy. Nothing else.” She shook her head and muttered something about needing a Pulitzer for dealing with this level of obliviousness.

Meanwhile, Jon, who had overheard the entire exchange from his spot in the living room, felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He buried his face in his book, hoping the ground would swallow him whole.

The truth was, Jon’s crush on you wasn’t just a passing whim. To him, you were the most incredible person in the world. You were strong, kind, and effortlessly cool. He’d seen you fight alongside his dad and the Justice League, holding your own with a grace that made his young heart race. But it wasn’t just your power that captivated him—it was the way you smiled, the way your laughter filled the room, and the way you always treated him like he mattered.

When you were around, Jon felt like the most important person in the world. And he wanted to be worthy of you.

Clark, ever perceptive, tried to broach the subject later that evening while you sipped tea on the porch swing. The sunset painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, and the air was thick with the scent of freshly tilled earth.

“You know, Jon talks about you a lot,” Clark began, leaning against the porch railing with an easy smile.

You looked up from your mug, your lips curving into a soft smile. “Does he? That’s sweet. He’s such a bright kid—always curious about everything.”

Clark nodded, his smile faltering slightly. “He looks up to you, you know. You’re a big part of his life.”

Your heart swelled with warmth at the thought. “I love that kid, Clark. He’s like a little brother to me.”

Clark hesitated, his brow furrowing as he searched for the right words. “Right, but maybe he sees you as...more than that.”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “Clark, he’s ten. Kids get attached to people they admire—it’s normal. He’s just a kind-hearted little boy.”

Before Clark could say more, Lois stepped onto the porch, her arms crossed and her eyes filled with exasperation. “For the love of God, Clark, give it up. She’s as clueless as you were when we started dating.”

Clark straightened, looking mildly offended. “I wasn’t that clueless.”

Lois snorted. “You didn’t even realize I was flirting with you until I spelled it out.”

As they bickered, you sipped your tea, completely oblivious to Jon peeking through the screen door, his heart sinking with every passing second.

Jon decided that if words weren’t enough to make you notice, he’d have to try harder. Maybe he’d write you a poem, something that captured how he felt when you smiled at him. Or he could bake you a cake, like the ones he saw on TV shows, with “You’re amazing” written in frosting.

But for now, all he could do was watch you, his young heart beating wildly every time you glanced his way. To Jon, you were a constellation in human form, shining brighter than any star in the sky. You were the one who made the world feel magical, who turned ordinary moments into memories he wanted to keep forever.

When you smiled at him later that evening, ruffling his hair affectionately, Jon felt like he could fly without his powers.

“You’re going to grow up to be such an amazing man, Jon,” you said warmly. “The world’s lucky to have you.”

Jon swallowed hard, his cheeks turning pink. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Lois, watching from the kitchen, slapped a hand over her face. “This is painful to watch,” she muttered to Clark.

“Give it time,” Clark said, though even he looked concerned about how long it might take for you to catch on.

And so, the cycle continued. Jon adored you, wearing his heart on his sleeve, while you remained blissfully unaware. To you, he was just a sweet kid you’d known forever. To him, you were everything.

But Jon was nothing if not determined. One day, he promised himself, he’d make you see. For now, though, he was content to sit by your side, basking in your presence, while his dreams of the future danced in his young mind like fireflies in the twilight.

Jon n you fr:

[evilminji]

Ya'll remember Ace? Bat-hound?

No WAY Cujo became a Ghost and He did not.

Is he a little lost? Maybe. This is not his beautiful home. This is not his beautiful, maladjusted, Bat Family. Who are you people!? Where IS he!? This place is FAR to cheerful and green to be Gotham!

But he is Bat-Hound. A PROFESSIONAL. A HERO. He can handle this. He just has to track his humans down... through... whatever this is. If Krypto can fly, bless his mostly empty, hyperactive head, then so could he! It can't be THAT har-*Thwonk!*

.....no one saw that.

But what's this? A helpful young pup? Cujo you say. Ah, he too, was once a gaurd dog. Cujo, lad, he seems to be lost. Could you...? You WILL! Fantastic. But wait? You're worried about your Young Human?

*Bat Concern Rising* *Doggy eye squint*

WHY?

*cujo spills the frankly horrifying beans about Danny's home life*

.........ha ha, NOPE! We can be having THAT! He's coming too! Bruce LOVES young humans! Especially sassy ones. He'll adopt him in no time! You grab the older one's, I'll grab the baby. Then we can head home, yes? You'll love gotham! Plenty of scoundrels to chase!

Cut to the Bat family. Damian is training Titus in the yard. Rare sun-ish day. It's a cook out. The Kent's are over. When?

Titus and the Supers both perk up. You hear that? Somethings about to-

*reality RIPS* *Ace the Bat Hound, dead for over a decade, jumps through... THE SIZE OF A HORSE. He is holding a struggling small preteen girl in his mouth* *Splat*

He dropped her. Eeeeeeew! She is loudly protesting. There is a SECOND dog. Green. Two more teens, clearly related to the first. Dumped on Bruce's lawn.

Ace looks proud of himself. Shrinks to normal size and pads over. Plops down in front of Bruce like he'd never left, tail wagging. Still in costume. He's glowing.

The burgers burn on the grill. No one can bring themselves to notice or care. Damian is elated. Krypto is fly wrestling is bestest buddy. Bruce is having a nervous breakdown over his dead dog.

Clark is calling their co-workers and trying to STOP the nervous break down.

Lois is just feeding the strage kids the dogs brought. Asking some casual "I'm totally not an investigative reporter" type questions. Who wants chips? Have a towel.

Ace? Is a Good Boy. 🐶

@hypewinter @hdgnj @nerdpoe @ailithnight

[holylulusworld]

Alone again - Naturally

Summary: Even around your so-called friend you are alone.

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, loner reader, introvert reader, flirty Clark, low self-esteem, almost accident, fluff, Lois bashing

Alone again. Naturally.

You should’ve known better than to go out with your so-called friend.

A few years back Lois Lane was your best friend. Now you are only an excuse for her to go to a bar or attend a party without one of her flings.

She always was the one drawing all the attention toward her person. In high school, during your freshman year and after you landed your first job at a cat magazine.

Lois Lane. The rising star.

You have always been in her shadow, and this will never change. If you are shy, meek, and introverted, people easily overlook you.

Just like tonight. Lois is once again the center of the party. She chuckles loudly and bathes in the attention she gets from the men in the room.

You sigh deeply, wishing you didn’t follow her invitation to the party her employer throws only for her.

Her latest article got all the attention, while your job led to nothing but articles about birthdays, other people’s weddings, and missing cats.

Your career is just like your love life – non-existent.

Her laughter fills the room, and when she looks your way you hope Lois will save you from drowning in self-pity. Sadly, she turns her back on you to talk to someone else than you.

She always does this. Sometimes you believe she’s the cruelest person on the planet. Maybe she only keeps you around to show you how much better her life is.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” crap, someone found you standing in the corner. Now you have to engage in small talk. You wring your hands and force a smile on your face. “Hi, I’m Clark Kent.”

“Hi,” you glance at his offered hand and murmur your name. “I’m not working here.”

“I got that,” he flashes you a stunning smile. “I assume one of the gentlemen brought his charming girlfriend with him. A shame he left you here.”

“Oh, no,” you shake your head. “Lois invited me and she’s…” You bite your tongue. This man is a stranger, and you don’t want him to believe you are the kind of person talking behind your friend’s back. “She’s busy and I’m not much of a partygoer.”

“Honestly, I came here to hide in the shadows. I’m not much of a partygoer myself,” he grins and finally drops his hand. “So, what do you do for a living.”

“I’m a…” You are embarrassed to admit that you are working for an unimportant online magazine that barely anyone reads. “I write articles.”

“Oh, I’d like to read some. Where can I read them?” He gives you a soft smile. “Anything I should read first?”

“I write about missing cats and such,” you drop your eyes to avert his gaze. “Nothing important like you and Lois. I guess no one even reads the things I write.”

“I’d still like to read your articles.”

“It’s fine, really,” you sniff, and wring your hands again. “I know that the things I write about are boring. No one wants to know about Miss Fluffy ending up stuck in the neighbor’s car. You don’t want to read the things I wrote about.”

“Never underestimate your talent,” Clark tries to cheer you up, but you don’t believe a single word leaving his lips. “I’m sure you are a very good author.”

“No. I’m not.” Your fake smile drops. “I know my place, Mr. Kent.” You get defensive and step back. “You should go back to the party and talk to more interesting people.”

“What about?” He asks as you try to find a way to sneak out of the room without drawing any attention toward you. “Why don’t you come with me and talk to some of the people in the room?”

“I told you, I’m not much of a partygoer, or good at making small talk,” you wince at your words. You sound like the pathetic loser you are in your opinion. “Uh-I should go now.”

“What about Lois?” Clark takes a step toward you. “Don’t you want to say goodbye to her at least?”

You glance at Lois and quickly avert her gaze. She’s not in the mood to hold your hand or talk to you. “I think she’s good without me.” Your voice cracks. “I don’t even know why she invited me.”

“Wait—” Clark tries to stop you, but you hurriedly make your way toward the exit. “Y/N, don’t just go.”

You are out of breath when you finally leave the building. Feeling like a fool for coming here to watch Lois celebrate another milestone in her career.

Before you can go back and apologize to her for leaving without saying goodbye, you hurriedly cross the street.

One moment you want to reach the other side, and the next a car speeds toward you. You gasp, and close your eyes, waiting for the impact.

You don’t feel the car hit you, and you don’t end up dead on the street. You’re suddenly high up in the air, clutching Superman’s suit.

“You should be more careful.”

“I-“ you look up at the superhero you heard so much about. Rumors said that he was dating Lois Lane not so long ago too. At least you read an article telling you so. “Clark?” You furrow your brows as the same soft eyes you saw not moments ago look back at you. “How…?”

“What? I—” He seems to be confused. You’re the first person to uncover his secret. “Y/N, you can’t just run over the street. That’s dangerous.”

“Okay,” you hastily say. I mean, you are floating above a building, your life in a stranger’s hands, and you won't argue with him. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“You can worry me any time,” he wraps one arm around you to bring you closer to his chest. “How about I bring you home?”

“Does…uh…Lois know about your secret identity?” You can’t stop yourself from babbling.

“No,” he whispers lowly. “I guess she wouldn’t have left Clark Kent if she knew I got a secret,” Clark smirks when you look at him with wide, fearful eyes.

“You won’t drop me, right? I swear I won’t tell anyone about your secret.” You claw at him. “No one would listen to me anyway.”

“Do you honestly believe I’d drop you?” He quirks a brow.

“No…I mean…you’re a hero…right?” You pout. “I didn’t want to find out. It’s just…your eyes give you away.”

“I should wear sunglasses from now on,” he laughs while floating toward the next building to land on the rooftop. “If you promise to not tell anyone about my secret, I believe you. And I won’t drop you, sweetness.”

“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully. “Did you date Lois as Superman too?”

He laughs now. “No. She didn’t know we were the same person. Lois broke up with me for Superman and the stories she wanted to write about him.”

“Oh, that’s awful,” you pat his chest, admiring its firmness. “I’m sorry this happened to you. Sometimes she’s just…” You trail off while patting his chest. “You know…”

“Let me bring you home,” Clark stops you from defending your friend. “Please.”

“Can we…uh…walk?”

“I’m already in my suit and got no clothes to change back into Clark,” he lies. Clark could easily change back into his alter ego, but he’d love to fly you home.

“Does this mean you want to fly?” You suck in a breath. “Do you have a seat belt or something?”

“I’ll bring you home safely, Y/N.” You end up back in his arms. This time you sling your arms around him and hold tight onto Clark for dear life. You close your eyes and hide your face in his chest.

You squeak when he pushes off the building. “Now that you know about my secret, do you want to fly with me again someday?”

“Uh-“ you blink your eyes open but still claw at him. “If you bring me home safely, we can do this again.”

“It’s a date then,” he smiles and flies into the night, making a detour to hold you a little longer…

Part 2: Not alone any longer

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[yeosatinyngz]

VOICE OF A DEVIL

Continuation of Sylus’s “Melodic Weave” memory

↳GN Reader | ⚠️Spoilers for Melodic Weave⚠️

A/N: This is my first time writing for Sylus and I’m not that confident, apologies in advance

Running into Sylus during your team outing was something you didn’t expect. However, what you least expected was this current moment where he was joining your team’s karaoke session.

It was surprise after surprise as now you were somehow forced to sing a duet with the white haired male. “This is the first time I’m performing a duet with someone. You always let me experience new things.” Sylus’s words caused your coworkers to burst into teasing cheers, sending your heart into overdrive.

The curiosity of his singing got the best of you. His speaking voice was already music to your ears, you wondered just how alluring his deep and smooth voice would sound while singing.

As he lifted the microphone up towards his mouth, you waited with anticipation as his mouth opened to sing, only to be greeted with a sound that quickly shattered the expectation you were fantasizing just a few seconds ago.

The excruciating silence was quickly overtaken by Alex and Lois quickly excusing themselves. Following after, Tara spits out an, “Skye is really interesting…But let’s not ask him to sing again. Bye!” before hurriedly rushing out of the room leaving you alone with the tone deaf man. YOU TRAITORS you mentally cursed.

“They sure left in a hurry, guess it’s just us now huh?” He says while looking down at you with a smirk. “Yeah, I think it’s about time I leave too.” You let out an awkward laugh while getting up. Of course you could never have your way when Sylus is involved, he yanks you back down on the couch.

“Trying to run away, sweetie? I haven’t finished singing yet.” Before everyone left, someone paused the song almost immediately after Sylus started singing, stopping him from singing any further.

“Pfft I’m not running away…I just have some errands I forgot about.” He irked his eyebrow up, not buying the excuse you just came up with. “Fine, continue on.” You sighed in defeat as he unpaused the song.

You convinced yourself that you were going to endure his singing, however as soon as you heard the uncoordinated sounds coming out of his mouth your walls of fortitude came crashing down.

You quickly snatched the microphone out of his hand and tossed it behind you. Unfortunately that didn’t stop the awful noises still coming out of his mouth so you resorted to clamping your hands over his mouth, trying your best to block out furthermore of his voice.

Before you could celebrate your victory, Sylus licked your hand causing you to retract your hands back in shock. “Ew, why’d you do that?” You exclaimed in disgust while wiping your Sylus-infected hand on his shirt to get rid of his saliva. “You started this little game, I was simply just finishing it.” He nonchalantly said with that notorious smirk of his.

Out of nowhere he summoned another microphone, wasting not a single second in continuing on singing. Just how long is his part?! I don’t think my ears can take anymore of this. Desperately trying to save your ears from the torture of Sylus’s vocal abilities you thought of one last idea.

You grabbed his face and slammed your lips onto his. You weren’t taking any more chances at this point, you were gonna shut him up for good. Desperately clinging onto his lips, you brought a hand behind his head, pushing him closer, deepening the kiss.

You can feel the smirk forming on his lips as his mouth moves in sync with yours, his arm finding its way around your waist pulling you much closer. Sylus is quick to bite your lower lip resulting in you parting your lips to give his tongue access into your mouth.

It’s not long before you both part away from each other, panting from the intense lip locking. You looked up, locking your eyes with a pair of crimson eyes dripping with utter amusement.

“Care to explain what that was about?” “Your singing was damaging my ears so I had to shut you up one way or another” you bluntly stated. Sylus couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “Oh how your words wound me sweetie” he said while feigning hurt. “You know you could’ve just told me the truth instead of resorting to these overly complicated methods of yours” quickly adding, “However, I didn’t mind the make out session.”

You cover your face out of embarrassment while muttering out, “Not another word.” “Make me” he says with that seductive voice of his and you swear this man is going to be the death of you. You were quick to deliver a smack to his arm as he erupts into laughter. Sylus thought you were just too cute to not tease.

[helloaft0n]

TNMN Characters getting comforted by the doorman (you) <3 and them comforting you!!

Context: tbh they just see you as their fav person, and their guardian <33

Roman Stilnsky: If he ever felt like crying, and Lois wasn’t home, he would come over to your office, perhaps after shift, to tell you about his feelings. He would cry into your arms, as you’d slowly pat his back. You’d give him a small, yet platonic kiss on his head, to cheer him up!! <3

He would probably hold you gently if you ever got stressed from your shift. If you ever got hurt by one of those nasty doppelgängers, he’d ask his wife to come over and help you aswell, while running his slender things fingers across your soft hair. He cares about you just as much as he cares about Lois. <3

Lois Stilnsky: Whenever she’d come back extremely sad, she would cry into your shoulder, while muttering sad gibberish to herself. She’d probably even burst out crying during the checkout in the doorman booth. She sometimes easily falls asleep, so she might accidentally fall into a deep sleep in your comfortable grip, as she is a deep sleeper! <3

She would probably bake something for you, perhaps a small treat like a few biscuits and muffins, if you ever felt like you were too stressed. She’d whisper great things about you, and how you are one of the most bravest people, since you kill doppelgängers. She’d happily accept you falling asleep in her arms, as she would lay you somewhere comfortable enough, after a few minutes of your peaceful breaths.. <3

Robertsky Peachman: He would quietly enter your office, sitting down next to you, and then gently hold onto your arm. He feels like that you would get annoyed by his sadness. But once he learnt that you would listen no matter, he began to cry his thoughts to you, while clinging onto your arm tightly, and laying his cheek against your shoulder. He would then give you a kiss peck on your cheek, as he’d become less sad just by your overall presence. <3

He’s always there for you, no matter the situation! If you ever felt like crying, he can already sense it, as he would quickly come up to you, and hug you, making you cry right then and there. He would pat your back, brushing your silky-smooth hair, and holding you close to his chest. Even if he isn’t a good baker, he would bake ANYTHING for you, just to make you feel better… <3

Albertsky Peachman: Same with Robertsky, he would quietly enter, but he would quickly hug you, and burst out crying. He would lay down on your lap, as you stroke his spiky, yet soft hair. He would even cry into your lap aswell!! If he was EXTREMELY stressed, then he would probably enter, hug you, and immediately pass out, his arms tangled in your body, as he rests there gently, on your stomach! <3

You were sad? Too stressed from all those pesky doppelgängers trying to kill you and your residents? Well, Albertsky would always find time to invite you over to his and his brother’s apartment! There, you can make yourself comfortable, as he lays his hands on your shoulder gently, massaging the back of your neck. Just like Robertsky, he would try to bake, though he’s a little better at that!

Angus Ciprianni: Maybe after a long, tiring day at work, he would sometimes enter your office, and lay his head against your shoulder tenderly. You would him a little song, and he would relax to full intent. He would definitely hug into your chest <3

He would rock you back and forth if you ever wanted to cry, you can always cry in his presence, he wouldn’t mind… He would lay you, and himself down somewhere, while keeping your head to his chest gently… <3

Elenois Sverchzt: Immediately after entering your office, she would collapse right onto your lap, hugging your torso so tightly, you probably wouldn’t be able to breathe. She’d rant and rant about her problems, as she hides your face in your hair, as you pat her head gently… <3

And if you ever felt extremely lonely, she would always be there to cheer you up, as she plays with a few strands of your hair. She and her sister would definitely invite you over to their apartment, for a little chat, and perhaps a movie, as you and Elenois snuggle happily… <3

Selenne Sverchzt: Same with Elenois, she’d collapse on you, but instead, on your chest. She’d nuzzle into the crook of your neck occasionally, as she puts her full weight onto you. She falls asleep easily, so once you put your comforting hands around her, she’d be out in a minute, snoring softly.. <3

Same with her sister, she’s always there for you! And she would hum a few, soft melodies into your ear, and share your and her memories together, while hugging all comfortable in her apartment. She would give you a few treats, and a few sweets, she’s hoping you would be back to your happy self again..!

Arnold Schmicht: He would sit against the wall of your office for a bit, before he eventually goes up and hugs you tightly, since he has a little social anxiety.. he cries and cries over again in your neck, as he sniffles hard. You were always there for him, even when his wife wasn’t here.

If you even felt a tiny bit sad, he would force you under a comfy blanket, as he reads you a small story that he had wrote during his job. Rubbing your cheeks slowly, as he brushed away those salty tears of yours, keeping you close to him.. <3

Gloria Schmicht: She’s one hell of crier. Once she cries, she isn’t able to stop, unless you give her a little hug, and a small kiss against her tender skin. She’d let you ruffle her curly hair, as she slowly rests in your arms, like a little bird seeking shelter from rain. You would try and tell her jokes, as she laughs along to them.

She would bake you a few lovely treats, and possibly she would tell you a story that her husband had wrote! She would get all of the residents to write a card, for being ‘the best doorman!’ In the end, she would cuddle and snuggle you, up to the point where you will be too tired…

Izaack Gauss: He would silently just stand at the entrance of the door. When you tell him to come in, he would sit next to you, not so close, but not so far away. But after a minute or so, he would burst out in tears, and hug your side, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He’d tell you about all of his problems and fears, but mainly about how scared he is of doppelgängers replacing him.. <3

He would let you lay on his chest, as he brushes his fingers against your scalp, almost like a massage. If you don’t wanna move or anything, he’d force you up, as you lay in his arms, carrying you somewhere more comfortable.. he hopes you are relaxed… <3

Margarette Bubbles: If she was ever feeling down, she would go to your office for a bit of nice advice to cheer her up. You would suggest a few nice games, as she’d join in. She would lay against your chest, as she hugs your head, crying in your loving embrace.. <3

As for you, she would tenderly wrap a soft blanket around you, as she hugs you tightly, allowing you to cry on her hug. She’d wrap her hands around your neck, kissing your head gently every now and then. She would also sing some comforting lullabies into your ear.. <3

Nacha Mikaelys: She would always come crying over to you, even if her daughter was home. She’s a VERY tight hugger, so it will defo be a challenge to get her off of you, as she lays her cheek against your shoulder. You’d rub her back, as she sniffs and sniffles against your warm touch. <3

She would bake a BUNCH of treats for you, laying them down onto the desk. She would let you sit on her lap, as she places her own head into your neck, while petting your head, and holding onto your arm softly. Oh, she’d tell you how amazing you are!!

Anastacha Mikaelys: Even if she ever felt sad, she’d get embarrassed if you saw her so vulnerable. She would come in your office, with a saddened expression, though no tears. She would then sit in your office, as she leans back with a sigh. After a while, she would go sit next to you, as the most she’ll do is just hold your hand carefully.

She would probably be forced to TRY and bake something, and it would actually come at nice! To cheer you up, she’d show you a few things that she’d done at school! In efforts of cheering you up, as she hands you the baked goods she had done with her mother.

Mia Stone: Maybe, she would usually get really tired, especially after teaching a bunch of kids everyday. So if her Fiancé wasn’t home, she’d come over to your office, to maybe a nice, and quick chat, along with advice. In the end, you would end up hugging and cuddling her, nuzzling into her cheek, as she sits on your lap comfortably. One hell of a crier aswell.

Maybe if you were feeling a bit worn out, she would probably come to you, then kinda hold you in her grip tightly, as a reads a nice little book to you!!! <3 Just like you would do to her, she would hug and cuddle you, nuzzling into your hair instead, as she keeps you up against her lap. Oh, the beauty.. <3

Dr W Afton: Even if you can’t really see his eyes, you can definitely tell by his wet, and reddish cheeks. As he makes his way to your office, he would immediately hug you tight as soon as he sees that you are free. Sometimes, his hugs could last half and hour, as you gently caress his hair, and him burrowing his face in your hair aswell. After a bit, he would just resolve to holding hands, if he feels better!!! <3

He would definitely keep you sitting on his lap if you felt down. He would even go as far as to read a few books and stories, in hopes of cheering you up!! Not only that. He would ALSO stroke your hair like a loving father, as he forced you to lay down, either on a comfy pillow, or against his lap, as he gives a nice little kiss onto your cheek, or your nose, and even your forehead!! <3

Francis Mosses: Ah, since he's always so tired, you would easily be able to see if his eyebags had gotten even darker, which meant he got even LESS sleep, and his eyes were red too... he literally jumps into the air, landing in your arms, as he snuggles against your arms like a cat, while crying. You would put on his hat onto your head, a way of trying to cheer him up and making him laugh, which sometimes helps!! Oh. He then passes out in your embrace, snoring so softly... <33

Even if he isn't the best at comforting people, he would always try his best with you! He would try and give you the sweetest, and the most cool milk he has with him, as he pats your back slowly, while whispering things like 'your the best doorman here..' and 'thank you so much for protecting us…' as he lays his chin against your shoulder, or against your fluffy hair, or his hat, on your head... <3

Steven Rudboys: Though he isn't much of a crier, he would definitely show some signs of sadness, like a shaky voice, and trembling hands and feet. He would sit beside you, as he just hugs you from the side, laying his on your shoulder, as he places his glasses onto his head. After a few good minutes, he would turn into full cuddling you, as he snuggles even deeper against that comfortable, warm touch of yours!! <3

He’s do an ambush hug from behind, as well as yelling ‘SURPRISE’!!! He would do anything to cheer up one his best friends, even if that means he has to keep you close to his chest, not letting you go. If he has any toy planes, he would make you play with him, as you later enjoy it!!! <3

Mclooy Rudboys: He’s not much of a crier, so he would enter your office, and then just sit beside you. He’s also a very much of a yapper, so he will talk about all of his problems, no matter if your bored or not, but probably not, cuz your always there for your neighbours!!! <33

And for you, he would also force you into a hug, and just start yapping about random things, and his greatest achievements. He would occasionally give you a pat on the back, as well as a pat on the shoulder, as a sign of total gratitude to you!!

Alf Cappuccin: Now I’m sure that being a lawyer is hard, and who does he choose if Rafttellyn ain’t home? You ofc!!! He would slowly make his way over to you, as he sits next to you, just hugging himself, and crying in his own arms. You are basically forced to hug him and comfort him, but hey, he doesn’t mind. <3

He’s not that good of a comforter, but he WILL try his best to make you feel happy again!!! At most, he’ll just tell you funny stories, and an occasional pat on the back, as well as the pat on the head. He doesn’t want you to feel left out!!! <3

Rafttellyn Cappuccin: Like Alf, all she will do is sit next to you, and just hug herself, placing her handbag right next to your foot. Although this time, you don’t really have to force a hug, as she hugs you after a minute or two. After that long hug, she’ll hold your hand, just crying into the crook of your neck! She can always rely on you, if her husband wasn’t home… <3

And just like Alf again, she’s not that good of a comforter, but she’s a REALLY good yapper, so good that she makes you smile! <3 She’d cuddle up with you for a bit, as she keeps your head close to her warmth, as well as stroking your locks of hair.. <3

Sometimes I don’t post so often, bc dead motivation lol!!! But don’t worry, I’ll still be posting art and fanart, I might also add a few little fanfics!! (I don’t usually write NSFW, I like ones where it ends with the character just comforting you!!! :))

Also some of these are my headcannons

bye guys

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> Bruce Wayne/Reader > y/n relives her past as she explores Metropolis and finds a friend in Superman 【 wc: 2706 】

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A/N: I had more time to write, so here's another chapter! I'm trying a new format for my posts, lmk if you like it or not.

“Superman.” y/n spoke with conviction, hoping that she’d hold the superhero’s attention. Standing on the rooftop of Lois’ apartment building, tending to a dead garden that she had found while exploring, y/n was met with the presence of Metropolis’ number one story. 

y/n was so utterly shocked by his presence that she remained mum and still, simply staring at the man as the water from her watering can drowned the seeds she had planted earlier. The silence that followed confused the man, so he chose to answer, “Yes?”

She had been settled at Metropolis for a few days now, finding no luck in tracking down Superman as of late, until this rare opportunity landed in her lap. Despite all the time available to her, she had no idea what her story would be about outside of its general premise. Directionlessly searching for something to say, she uttered the first thought that came to her head, “Are you friends with Batman…Partners?”

Knowing full well that he’d met the frightening Bat only once, Superman was reluctant to say anything. But, seeing as he was the strongest man alive he pushed aside his worries, puffed his chest, and confidently answered, “Yes, we’re partners.” Internally smacking his head, Clark didn’t know what possessed him to say that. A part of him hoped that the announcement would force the beginnings of a beautiful friendship, while the other feared what may happen of him. The Bat–Bruce Wayne– held an air of mystery beyond what any X-ray vision could uncover; that dread of the unknown allowed even Superman’s heart to stutter with fear. 

Y/n on the other hand, felt less embarrassed by her lack of preparedness as she finally found some ground to continue her questioning. “You’re lying.”

“Aren’t you quite the detective?” Superman chuckled, confirming, “Yes, but I hope to work with him. Though our methods differ, we both strive to make our cities better. Speaking of bettering cities, you’re y/n right, Gotham’s best journalist?”

A blush crept on y/n’s face as she heard the compliment. Though she knew it was part of his natural charm, y/n couldn’t help but fall for such pretty words coming from the handsome face of a heroic man. “I’m flattered, and yes I am y/n.”

Y/n waited for Superman to respond, but he remained there, staring at her with awe. Taking advantage of the time she still had with him, the woman inquired, “Could I interview you at 11 PM here, more properly this time?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After tending to the overwatered seeds she had been planting before Superman’s arrival, y/n was at a loss for what to do while her story was across town fighting supervillains. Looking at the city from her rooftop view, y/n was struck with the idea of exploring the city. 

There had been such a heavy emphasis on Superman’s alien origin that no one seemed to be questioning what encouraged him embody human empathy. Even Lois, who had seemed to track every minute detail of his life outside of Earth, failed to mention anything about why he was saving Metropolis of all places. And what better way to learn about a person than by understanding the surroundings that influenced them?

Trekking outside of her building, y/n walked aimlessly south, noting the architecture of the buildings towering over her and the cheerful demeanor of passersbys. It was quite a unique experience for her, as Gotham’s gothic influences and a near-constant cloudy forecast remained a stark opposite to the beauty of Metropolis. Eventually, the marvelous streets transitioned, and before she knew it y/n felt at home again, in the worst way possible. 

Looking up from her notepad, y/n was met with an enormous sign reading “Metropolis Welcomes You To Southside…Where Progress Lives.” But the word Southside was spraypainted with different letters and the latter phrase had parts crossed off, instead saying “Suicide…Where ogres Live.”

At first glance, it seems reasonable for such a place to exist, for every city has its dark side. But, as familiar as her surroundings felt, with tattered buildings and garbage-ridden streets resembling Crime Alley, y/n was still baffled by the fact that the City of Tomorrow known for its progress and inclusivity, left out the one place that needed the most help.

The Daily Planet among other local newspapers made no mention of this place, of the apparent and rampant crime that y/n lay witness to right now. Muggers to her right and gunmen to her left, more people sleeping on the streets than functional buildings. At least Gotham tried to hide its nefariousness under the shadow of night. Here, everything was out in the open, for anyone to stumble upon should their fate be so unlucky. 

Traversing further into the dangerous territory, y/n remained vigilant. Turning a corner, her eye caught a teenage boy, slumped against a brick wall. He was dead, the hole in his head a clear indicator of it. He looked at peace, with his eyes closed and his face twisted into a happy expression. Death was his mercy. The sight sparked a feeling of anguish y/n hadn’t felt since the day she had left Crane; the day she believed a similar philosophy, that dying would give her the peace she deserved. 

Since the gala, y/n had been haunted by the past, something she’d tried to bury for years. But maybe this was a sign that she had to confront her pain to move on, that by acknowledging the darkest parts of herself she could be free from the shackles of regret. So, she finally let her mind wander to a place she had long refused to go. 

“I will never be like you.” y/n screamed from the entrance of Crane’s office, gripping the wooden frame tight enough to splinter it. She was done being his puppet, done fearing what he could do to her. She had to take a stand now, or she’d become the very person she abhorred: her mother. 

Crane paid her no mind, busying himself with another fear concoction as he replied, “And yet, you always come back, always give into my demands. Fear controls you, and you one day hope to control it just as I do.”

“You’re wrong.”

Crane turned around, finally giving her the attention she sought. His demeanor changed from indifference to frustration as he pointed a gun at her foot. “Prove it. If you don’t fear me, try and walk away.”

He was unpredictable, unstable, psychotic, worse than any of his patients ever had been. There was no telling what we would do with the gun. Shoot her? Let her go? Expose her to his fear venom? Lock her in the asylum? 

The possibilities were endless, and that was precisely what he preyed on, her fear of unpredictability. But she’d learned to face her fears over the years, and the prospect of a worse future didn’t terrify her anymore. What was lower than rock bottom?

So she lunged to the door, and a bullet pierced through her chest. Instantly she dropped to the floor, motionless, losing enough blood to almost kill her. But she smiled through the numbing pain.

No one would control her life as they did her parents. No one’s presence would have such power over her like Bruce’s once had. No one’s threats would manipulate her as Crane’s did. She was reborn in death. 

While blood continued to pool underneath her, she was able to convince Crane she didn’t survive. The bullet, though painful, managed to avoid any major arteries, so when Crane made his leave to let her bleed out, y/n managed to escape. Stealing some medical supplies as she ran, y/n collapsed at an unfamiliar alleyway a mile from the Asylum. Patching up her wound, she breathed a sigh of temporary relief, a moment of absolute freedom. 

That solace lasted for a mere moment until a man dawning black and orange approached her. This time though, she’d be taking control of her life, fate be damned. 

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably and her hands shook violently as she lost her footing. Staring at the corpse in front of her, she couldn’t help but acknowledge her pain. It was so much easier letting the wound in her heart remain forgotten, than face the bitterness of any medicine. She didn’t want this life. She didn’t want to live in fear. She didn’t want to be at the center of it all. She wanted to be nothing, nobody. Simply live alone in some remote part of the country where the only creatures she’d see would be sweet birds and curious deer. 

God how she wished she could wail away her pain. She didn’t want to remember, she didn’t want to re-live it all, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be alone in her trembling state. This wasn’t a way to live. Why were the best years of her life those she spent as the dirt that sullied the halls of the Academy? Why did fate have to be so cruel? But the trauma she endured couldn’t have all been for nothing.

Trembling on the concrete at the entrance of the alleyway, vision blurry from the relentless tears, she felt a clothed hand snake around her waist. The man holding her leaned further down, his pointed ear brushing against her hair. He whispered in the same modulated voice she’d grown accustomed to, “It’s ok, you’re ok.”

Tears died to whimpers as y/n surrendered herself to his calming embrace, assured that she wasn’t truly alone. Maybe all that pain was worth it in the end now that she had someone at her side. Clutching his hand with her own, she softly asked, “Can you take me back?”

She wanted to go to a time where she felt peace, puppy love, and everything innocent. Bruce knew that, and though he couldn’t give her the peace she wanted, he gave her the break she needed. Lifting her, one hand under her back and the other under her knees, he hugged her into his chest before walking into the shadows. 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time y/n regained clarity after being taken home by the Bat it was already 10 PM, only one hour to strategize her interview with Superman and figure out what direction her article would take. Taking advantage of the little time she had, y/n splashed some water on her face to wipe away the tears stained on her skin and got to work. Eventually, 11 PM rolled around, and y/n patiently waited for Superman’s arrival. Punctual as the papers claimed him to be, he arrived there on the dot. 

“Are you alright? I can always come back another time if you don’t feel up to it.” Superman earnestly began as he approached y/n.

Shaking off his concern, she smiled as she deflected, “Yes, I’m quite alright. Let’s start shall we?”

Nodding his confirmation, y/n began, “As you have shared with the world, you’re the last son of Krypton, sent here to seek refuge, and in turn for humanity’s kindness you choose to save us from ourselves. But with so much power, why do you stoop to our level, and associate with characters like Batman when you’re twice as powerful as any human here.”

“I’ve been different all my life, ostracized by enough people to make me feel more than just alien. I’ve also experienced the best of humanity, having been praised and loved as though I were one of your own. At the end of the day, I have a choice. Either I be motivated by hatred and become the villain everyone thinks me to be, or I let the love of others guide me to share the same hope I’ve been given. I will always choose the latter. “

“With such a perspective, you must be carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. How do you cope with that? Knowing you’ll always be the savior never the saved. If you fall, we all fall with you, and you’re planning to take the blame when all hell breaks loose? What of you, of your family, of your friends, of everyone.” y/n projected her own doubts in the question, hoping that his answer might inform her on how to cope with the painful knowledge of knowing the consequences of her choices–past, present, or otherwise.

“Even I admit, I’ll die one day. I’m your champion, as the Daily Planet proclaims, and so I will fulfill this duty. Let that scenario come as it may, it doesn’t change my present. I’ll continue to fight until my last breath and ensure that other heroes can follow in my footsteps to one day even surpass me.”

Superman’s words allowed her mind to stray to Robin. She’d fought tooth and nail for a better tomorrow and she’d make sure no other would end up like her, especially the sweet little boy who held an unimaginable dexterity. Retreating from her revelation, y/n resumed, shifting the conversation to something less ambiguous, “You seem to have such a big picture for humanity as a whole, but what of the overlooked? What of the people living in Suicide Slum? Are they beyond even your touch?”

Superman paused, digesting the question. “No.”

“What an ambiguous answer. Does the nitty-gritty of the job scare you?” He remained silent as y/n continued, “Tell me what you really believe. What are you trying to achieve?”

“Saving just one man and stopping one burning building from falling apart, though helpful, aren’t impactful. For real change, we need to approach the root of the problem, the systematic poverty and corruption that thrives in places of power. By inspiring change, by promoting hope, people can uplift themselves on a vaster scale than I ever can.”

y/n smiled at his response, his words encouraging her to believe in a promising future. Finishing her last note on the small pad she carried everywhere, y/n raised her head to finish the brief interview, but Superman beat her to it. “I’ve answered your questions, now it's your turn.”

Quirking an eyebrow, y/n was somewhat surprised by the turn of events. But, she invited this opportunity to finally speak her mind to the only person she thought would understand her. Giving him her full attention, he began, “I’m embarrassed to admit it, but you’ve been my hero since that Falcone story. The way you were able to uncover such deep-rooted corruption with nothing but your wits inspired me to become Superman, to be a man–or woman in your case–of the people like you. So, I’ve always wanted to know, why’d you choose to be a journalist of all things?”

y/n chuckled at his awkwardness, as she watched a faint flush creep onto the Man of Steel’s face. She couldn’t believe that she inspired people, or even had any semblance of an impact. All these years she failed to realize the weight of her words. “My answer will probably be a let down…” She thought for a moment, long and hard, about why she was the way she was. 

She turned away from Superman, looking at the city overlooked by where she stood as she answered, “I uh–I wanted to die. But I wanted to die satisfied. So I endured the Academy, I endured pompous pricks like Bruce Wayne, I endured corruption, and I never thought to rise above it. I wanted out, and when I saw the light at the end of my tunnel–when I got my Harvard acceptance I was elated. 

“But people do silly things when they’re high on a feeling. After everything with Falcone went down, I lost my way out. And I was frustrated, angry, pained. So I put pen to paper and I thought writing down my experiences would allow me to chip at my heart. I would relinquish myself piece by piece until I was numb. And it worked because now I don’t think I can feel anything anymore. Not as noble as you’d hoped huh?”

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what drabbles are coming up next?

well since you asked!!! :) I will share the list of prompts I still have left! I’ve written 32 so far and have about as many prompts left to go!

(I just have the asks themselves copy pasted into a doc and I copied them over here below the readmore, they’re also in the order in which I received them newest at the top) this means they done now / coming in queue

Prompt 78 with Lee!Todoroki and a Ler of your choice maybe?

79 ler Wendy, Lee dipper?

63, lers korra and Asami, lee!mako?

52, lers Sokka and Katara, lee!aang?

Could you do #17 with widomauk?

70 with lee deku and ler bakugou??? bkdk has my heart rn <//3

Number 23 with lee Todoroki and ler Midoriya 😍☺️😍 ?

55 with lee Izuku ler Bakugou!

May I request lee bakugo + bakusquad + midoriya + 92: “Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling (from the hall / outside) and— oh.”

32 I imagine kacchan saying the DOOM line and while tickling poor izuku to death perhaps?

could u do 37 “wait- no not that! anything but that!” with lee fjord and ler mollymauk -or someone else in the mn?

prompt 102 with hunter pranking willow?

“You wouldn’t take advantage (of that knowledge) when I’m stuck like this, right? …Right?!” Lee! Eda Ler!Raine?

Was that a giggle just now? - Number 1. with lois lane and clark kent

#66 ‘don’t tell me you’re ticklish?!’ with inuyasha and kagome please and thanks!

42, ler!Miss Martian, Lee!robin? “No way, are you begging?”

96, ler!korra, lee!mako? “What are you so scared of? It’s just a brush!”

64, ler!beast boy, lee!robin pleaseeee “Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya, I’m just gonna make you wish you were dead.”

If you're stilling accepting prompts for the Summers sentence fic thing I saw you were willing to write for Young Justice so could we get 43 and 46 for M'Gann and Superboy? I always thought they were a sweet couple “Lighten up, have a laugh!” “I’m not letting you off that easy.”

I love the idea of Lars being super ticklish and the Offcolors never knowing about tickling before they meet him and now he’s forced to explain it because they accidentally tickle him. 💖 I’d love “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” with lee Lars and maybe ler or lers Padparadscha and The Rutile Twins. Of course take all the time you need and again congrats! 💖

Hi!! I’d love something with lee Aang and ler Sokka with 8. “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.” Also congratulations!! 🥳💖 Loving everything you’ve been writing!

36 with lee shego and ler kim please, the “little birdie” could be one of her brothers

idk if you’ve seen the mcu What if? Show. Doesn’t matter. But #18 for the thunder siblings (What if? Or Movie incarnations), Loki, Thor and Helga, in whichever ler and Lee positions you want. “I swear on my life, I will kill you.”

could you do 24 “Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.” with lee!dipper with ler!stan. maybe have it be set after the zombies attacked the shack and dipper is upset about it and stan is trying to cheer him up

oooh how about 5. “I’m just… sensitive” with Percy/Vax 👀👀👀

64 with ler Fjord & either Caleb or Molly? 🥺 dealers choice, but as soon as I saw that one I immediately thought of Fjord being a bully “Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.”

Pretty pretty please could we get 8 with Laios, Chilchuk & Marcille? (I’d LOVE it if it backfired for Laios) “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

can u do a KP drabble of #8 with ler!Shego and lee!DrD? Thx sooo much (: “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

#84 You’d better give up now or this is about to get a lot worse for ler!Sango and Lee!Miroku from Inuyasha please, if you have time?

#27 for TOH blight sibs tickle fight if you’re not too overwhelmed with prompts. “I hope you know this means war.”

yay! I’m so glad you’re doing drabbles. I’ve always lurked but now the sentence starters are here I hope you don’t mind if I send more than a few asks. If it’s too much, just delete. Anyway, love your writing. #103- Let’s make it interesting” for the whole S1 YJ team particularly Robin, and Zatanna. Thanks again! Can’t wait for more of your works.

Prompt 23 with lee Ed and ler Stede “Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you?”

Hi! hello! how’s it going? I was just wondering if your still doing requests for fics and if so can I pretty please have lee!Chilchuck ler!Marcille with the prompt “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.” With Ler!Amity and Lee! Hunter?

Ooo I haven't heard of Danny Phantom in YEARS maybe for the sentence starter could we get 11. “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” with lee!Danny and ler!Valerie?

I saw you qrite for Danny Phantom and I was like :o so for the sentence starters number 19 "Wait, are you stuck?" with lee!Danny? I imagine he got stuck a lot while figuring out his intagibility.

ahhh awesome!! how abt 61 with lee!shauna ler!jackie ?? tysm!!! “You’d better keep quiet!”

could you do 104 “What, did you think you were just going to get away with that?” with switch!kaminari and bakugou :)

I’m starved for my adventures with Superman content, don’t think we could get 22 or 35 with Lois & Clark? “Don’t make me make you.” “What? Me? Ticklish? As if!”

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” 83 lee kacchan ler deku tahnks

Lumity (lee amity) and 71 “This isn’t cuddling! This is an attack!” please

Can I request either 12 or 14 (dealers choice) for critical role?? lee!caleb and ler!mollymauk if you would be ever so kind :D “Well, well, well… Look what we have here.” “So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

[zahri-melitor]

DC Holiday Special 2017 #1 - wouldn't it be nice if DC got back to some sort of consistent naming pattern?

The Reminder - Constantine & Superman. Constantine gets thrown out of a bar for being drunk and dour. Clark doubts Superman can change anything while the barkeeper tells him all the great things Supes has done over the past day. Supes then invites Constantine home to see the family.

'Twas the Night Before Christmas - Batman. OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS A DENNY STORY!!! And wow is it ever a Denny story, we have ghosts and all (where's the Order of St Dumas, Denny, I know you wanted to shove them in too). Storywise, Bruce is tracking down (in a blizzard) a couple who've been kidnapped and held at gunpoint by a man haunted by his dead grandmother, after they both died/almost died in the snow due to the couple, years ago. Bruce stops this.

You Better Think Twice - Green Arrow & Black Canary. Ollie dresses up as Santa ever year for the orphans. Dinah is sceptical that this is helpful. The art direction pretends Sin exists in this story for a page and my heart melts even though that is 100% not Sin.

Not Sin. But Dinah is missing her.

Going Down Easy! - Sgt. Rock. Because what is a Christmas Special if I don't have to read Sgt. Rock stories for some reason.

Amazingly, this is the Hanukkah story for the year! Varying it up. An American Jewish soldier, after being shot, holds on and lives for 8 nights with the German soldier who shot him, until Sgt Rock and his troops arrive. (Then he dies). This is a miracle of faith.

Hope for the Holidays - Flash. Wally just wants to give Barry his Christmas present. Barry gets distracted fighting crime and then taking everyone at the snowed in airport to their destinations. But eventually, he finds time to make it to see Wally in Titans Tower.

A Wilson Family Christmas - Deathstroke.

Aw yeah Adeline's here. Shoot Slade, Adeline! (Tragically she does not even though she threatens to). So is Grant, because we're in a flashback. Anyway Slade is looking for a bomb in a pile of donated presents (and a Santa dies), the rest of the Wilsons come off the road in a carcrash in the snow, Adeline doesn't believe a word Slade says, it's all very them. Also somehow Grant, who was driving, DIDN'T wipe himself out at this point. Survived the teen car accident only to die stupidly fighting the Titans. Way to go kid.

Driver's Seat - Lois & Clark. For some reason this was skipped by the DCUI file. Lois' first car gets totalled in a car accident, which she's broken up about because she wasn't ready to say goodbye. Clark rescues the driver's seat and steering wheel for her, then takes her flying in the seat.

Silent Night - Atomic Knights. I...do not know the Atomic Knights. I vaguely remember something about them in Final Night. It appears to be an alternate timeline?

The community protected by the Knights is worried about the 'Trefoils', a set of walking trees who frankly look like Triffid ripoffs. The village wants to burn them down even though they used to be part of the community. But the Trefoils actually brought a Christmas Tree for everyone! The Spirit of Christmas lives.

Holiday Spirit - Teen Titans. The team fights Three Ghosts similar to those in A Christmas Carol, except the goals of the ghosts is to make everyone depressed by feasting on their memories of Christmas. But Kory doesn't have memories of Christmas (I squint at this and go 'sure, that sounds wrong, haven't you been on Earth for at least 5-6 years now? but I guess we're still untangling timelines')

Then the team make new Christmas memories together.

The Echo of the Abyss - Swamp Thing. Uh. In a future? The space station Archer has been on quarantine for 6 months, with a possible nuclear war on earth. One of the crew gets out some mistletoe to try and cheer people up, then loses it in the face of certain death and decides to kill everyone on the station. Swamp Thing comes out of the mistletoe (somehow using the Green) and ties him up with vines, replenishes their bio chamber gardens, and gives them a Christmas Tree for hope.

Solstice - Wonder Woman and Batman. Oh FUCK YEAH this is an echo story like they usually do for Bruce and Clark. I am INTO THIS. (Also Greg Rucka and Bilquis Evely team!!) Bruce and Diana reminisce on the importance of making a difference and fighting to help people. Then they come together and build a bonfire for the Solstice as Diana cannot of course go home to do it with the other Amazons, as we are in Rucka Rebirth era.

The Silent Night of the Batman - Batman. Reprint of Batman #219, this is great, if you haven't read it yet you should.

Total real Santas? None.

Total times I got irritated by plot points in these stories: you don't want to know.

Times my heart melted: fakeout Sin and the Bruce & Diana story.

[evita-shelby]

Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 6

Cw: mentions of recreational drug use, mentions of euthanasia

Gif by @damatheirin

She has been here plenty of times and yet she is twice as nervous as she was when she came here for supper the first time.

There is a wariness Douglas hides as Tom calls her his girl.

Tom held her hand, kissed like he meant it and called her his bird.

Bird, she’d come to know meant girlfriend.

“How was your first day at your office?” Lois asked as she helped her with dinner, something Lois had found strange at first but then they fell into the old routine they had before they learned the truth.

She may be richer than God, but she is still Diane.

Something Douglas did not quite believe.

He is just watching out for his kids, she supposed.

He used to like her fine before it all happened, but then again Diane had been lying about herself.

“S’good, I think. No one rioted, it didn’t collapse in a day and by the end of the month, I suppose it will be up to Shelby standards and be ready to change gears at any second now. My mom says it won’t be long before the Nazis take Poland and France.” She says forgetting Harry is in Poland.

It’s nearly July now, her mom gave it till August or September 1st before the second world war officially began.

“Did she see it in the cards, like you do?” Lois asks, hoping she could pretend it wasn’t true.

But her words do catch the men’s attention, especially Douglas who knows Tom may be called to serve.

“Yes, but confirmation came from friends she has in certain places. Germany and Russia are gearing up for grand scale invasions because they know those two countries are not prepared for one let alone the two of them.” Diane answered, seeing Tom in a naval uniform as she set his plate in front of him.

The sight is enough to shock her but hides it because she can’t bear the thought of never seeing him again or him returning a shell of his former self.

“Your Harry will be evacuated, but he’s a translator and those leave when the Embassy stops needing them.” Diane is incapable of being comforting in a way that is not acceptable to anyone who is not a Shelby.

Shelbys like kind words, but also the cold truth.

Rip off the band-aid.

“When I met your dad, he said, ‘Well, at least you get to leave, but you will be fucked in the head like the rest of us for life, I am afraid’.” Douglas said trying to distract Lois who did not take her words as comfort.

Who would anyways.

“When I was ten, he euthanized my filly after it got a disease in its hoofs, he said ‘sweetheart, sometimes death is a kindness’.” She says not helping her case. “I am afraid your Tom has saddled himself with a girl from a family full of freaks.”

“If you ask me, I don’t think he gives a shit about it.” Tom brought himself into the conversation.

“Language, Tom.” Lois chastised playfully, regaining some of her previous cheer by pushing the bad news to the back of her mind.

“As if you didn’t hear her say worse when we all got arrested.” Tom reminds her with that same old grin of his.

Spirits, she is so in love with this boy.

“She’s gonna marry him.” Eva tells her husband after he joined her in her very relaxing bath.

Made more relaxing by that joint of homegrown marijuana she just shared with him.

Better get him too calm to do anything when she has to give him news he doesn’t like.

And right now, Tommy’s only thinking about he’s needed this since their girl went to Manchester with the Lees.

“Yeah, he says he loves her and wouldn’t stop being with her for all the money in the world.” He admits, something Eva only half knew.

She knew about the threat he made because she had to calm him down before he wrecked his entire office.

“And he won’t, they will make a handsome couple, he in his sailor uniform, her in my old dress.” She said seeing them walk out of the courthouse looking so happy and knowing any happiness they have will be what warms them on the lonely nights to come.

“His dad is a pacifist, doubt he’d let the boy j enlist, let alone in the navy.” Tommy snorts before returning the ever-shrinking makeshift cigarette back to her.

“Not going to have a choice, it’s the Navy for prison.” Eva says with a bad feeling.

So much potential and the boy just threw it away.

Everyone told him he was heading nowhere so often Tom Bennett believes it.

A shame he will not realize his own potential until he sees the ugliness of war.

“I just wanted better for our little witch.” He said with a resigned sigh.

“So says any father who wants the best for their child, Tommy.” His wife said softly.

“Do you think our Diane hates me?” he asked hoping for a nice lie.

Except they don’t do sweet sounding lies in this family.

“Got a job today.” He admits it was as if it were some big secret. “Mechanic, a shop with some of mates from school that’s by the pub.”

Just know this, even if you managed to get your head out of your arse, you wouldn’t be worthy of my daughter.

Tom could hear the fucking words every fucking time he was with her.

It gnawed at him.

Yeah, it is one fucking thing to know you are nothing but a bloody nuisance, but it’s another for a fucking stranger to tell you will never be good enough for a girl with free will of her own.

He knows it, alright, but Tom could bet his sorry arse that Thomas fucking Shelby wasn’t good enough for his wife either.

Just like granddad looked at dad the same and just like Tom and his dad know Lois is too good for Harry Chase.

“I’m happy for you, when do you start?” she asks hiding whatever got her give that frightened gasp this evening.

Gets visions or feelings about the future. Not always a bad thing, but if it had been a good thing, she would told them.

If it had been a good thing, Diane wouldn’t be holding on to him like he might die tonight.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll walk you to your factory every morning on my way to work and that.” he answers tracing patterns on the arm draped across his chest.

“I’d like that, might even slip away from my office to see you, Tom.” She gives a quiet chuckle, moving even closer to him.

What in hell had she seen that her like that?

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Hi I've got something of a funny ask : super sickness: (10 year old) Jon has a cold and due to his powers it's taken to a extreme measure. Specifically he's coughing but mostly sneezing a lot and due to his super breath he's either blowing up a storm or freezing things solid:

P.s. this is taking place in the young justice TV series universe specifically season 1

1: between Clark and Lois who calls Jon's school to let them know Jon won't be going?

2: reluctantly, but due Clark and Lois agree to bring Jon to mount justice due to his (I'm calling it) super cold?

3: other then his dad witch of the other justice league check on Jon?

4: hearing that his little brother is sick dose (Young Justice tv series) Conner come to check on Jon despite so many justice league members saying it's dangerous?

5: outside of Conner which of the other members of the team come to check on him?

6: how many super cold accidents happen at Mount Justice and what are they?

7: wanting, but, not really sure how, dose Conner try to cheer Jon up after any accidents and if so what does he do?

8: dose Conner and Clark take care of Jon more than the other justice league because of they're invulnerability and if so where do they do?

1) Clark takes it upon himself for calling up the school about his son’s condition. Lois would do so but her husband usually beats her to it

2) I very much can see that. It was actually Jon asking for permission the reason why he’s able to go as Conner would be there

3) Barry Allen and Ollie Queen takes turns to periodically check on Jon during his stay at the Mount should Clark likely be in the middle of a superhero battle and/or rescue

4) Conner with little to absolutely no doubt would, fully prepared to brace for Jon’s symptoms and powers flare ups, in making sure his brother has good company

5) Both Miss Martian and Robin would join alongside Conner as they have a great deal of sympathy for Jon in light of this sickness

6) Mainly there’s only two major accident s caused by this cold that Wade thankfully easy to repair. The first was one major sneeze which accidentally caused Jon’s heat vision to come out his nose instead, nearly burning the carpet in the living room. The second came when Jon had a small coughing fit on the couch, causing part of it in getting covered in ice as it mixed with his freeze breath

7) He would, via holding him close to his heartbeat to calm him and taking him in his arms for small walks across the Mount, slow ones as to give Jon a sense of ease. Jon might feel like these are for babies and tries to float alongside Conner instead but his cold interrupts that so maybe at least they can walk together side by side

8) That’s more or less a guaranteed. There methods are relatively simple despite the risks; Giving proper bed rest, plenty of Martha’s hot chicken soup, making sure Jon takes some medicine and having a slightly damp towel in Jon’s forehead. By the second day after first reporting symptoms, Jon was almost as good as new.

Apologies for the long winding wait but this ask was so much worth it @we-cross-universe-king-relate . Thanks so much for your patience ;-)

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 13

Finding directions to the farm wasn’t that difficult.

When you get there you know you need to prepare, because they obviously won’t be forthcoming with the information. Stepping out of the car, for a second you just look at it. From the outside it seems like any other farm. There’s nothing out of the ordinary.

Sweets takes notice in the way you linger at the door. He’s already closed his and made his way over to you.

“Are you okay?”

You’d like to lie and say yes, but Sweets isn’t so easily fooled.

“Whatever they tell us, you need to be prepared.”

You swallow.

“I’m prepared.”

You wish you could believe those words yourself. Closing the door, you move up to the house. Sweets is right behind you.

Clicking the doorbell, you wait for someone to answer.

“I’ll get it Smallville!”

You recognize the voice easily. She sounds cheerful until she actually opens the door.

“O-Oh, hello again.”

“Can we come in?”

“Now really isn’t a good time. “

“We won’t take long.” You insist.

“Who is it Lois?”

You can hear his footsteps. His once easy expression changes to a more stoic one.

“Is there something we can help you with?”

His tone is anything but inviting. Since they are already put off, there’s no use beating around the bush.

“We want to know about the symbols on your barn door. Could you please spare us some time. We came all the way from Washington.”

There’s a bit of a standoff. Lois looks to Clark briefly and he nods, stepping aside for you both to enter. You follow them in, and Sweets closes the door.

The second you’re inside Lois is at Clark’s side. They look guarded. You know Sweets has picked up on it.

“So what do you wanna know? Those weird whatevers happened years ago so we might not be of much help.” Lois is smiling a little too brightly as she delivers the message.

“That’s not true. You reacted the minute we mentioned the symbols. It was one of recognition. You’ve also moved to your husband’s side when we started asking about them. Someone would assume it’s for protection by him. But your body language suggests a defensive stance. Almost like you’re trying to shield him rather than take shelter.”

Clark’s eyes narrow.

“Who are you, what do you want?” He looks annoyed.

“We’re just trying to find out about those symbols.” You repeat.

“Why?” Lois questions.

“Why are you both trying so hard to avoid it?” Sweets challenges.

“It’s obvious you know more than you’re willing to tell us. Those symbols mean something to the both of you.”

Sweets’s evaluation makes you turn to him. He looks down at you. Because he’s not sure how to coax the information without revealing too much about yourself. He’s just as protective of you.

Your lips quiver and you turn back to the pair. Reaching for you the chain on your neck, you rip it off. They’re obviously puzzled.

You hold out the pendant.

“Do you know what this means?”

Neither of them say a word, and you try to hold back the tears.

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!!”

Your yell startles them and Sweets moves to your side, taking your shoulders.

“Calm down, the last thing we want is the sheriff arresting us.”

You’re on the verge of tears, gripping your necklace. It’s stupid to lose your composure, but you’re desperate for answers.

Answers that they might have.

You’re just so angry, frustrated, sad.

“Love.”

Clark’s words catch your attention, and Sweets turns to him.

“Smallville..”

Lois looks like she’s trying to advise him against saying anything more, but he takes her hand, sending her a smile. 

One she returns.

“It means love.” He repeats.

You’re somewhat still, because you pray that you hadn’t imagined him saying those words.

You step forward, out of Sweets’s hold. Clark stands before you and there’s a part of you that prays this isn’t a dream.

“You can read kryptonian..”

The shock in Clark’s eyes is obvious. Before he was just entertaining it, but he was right. You understand the symbols.

“What did it say, the one on the barn door.” He asks.

You gulp, tightening your grip.

“It says hope.”

He’s positive now, it’s not just a fluke. 

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

NBD just crying over Action Comics 1060 (in a good way but also a sad way because DC is being VERY DUMB and ending PKJ’s run in favor of a Jason Aaron Bizarro filler arc ohhhhhh how I weep bitter tears of frustration)

…Anyways, spoilers!

So 1060 is the penultimate installment of PKJ’s (stellar, spectacular, phenomenal, brilliant, top-tier) run on Action Comics and I just want to applaud him—for a lot of things, really, but in *this* specific case, I wanna stand and cheer because he’s making it EXTREMELY CLEAR that the twins (who are not actually twins) are in fact, Clark’s kids. No question, no ambiguity; Otho calls him papa, Clark refers to her as his daughter, and he’s willing to travel through LITERAL HELL to get her back.

It’s entirely possible that future writers will try to get rid of these kids, but I appreciate that PKJ has made it *very* difficult for them. XD Any retcon they’d come up with would be so messy. (Of course, saying this, I realize that the more depressingly realistic outcome here isn’t that writers actively try to erase them, but rather, will probably sideline/ignore them, trot them out for generic precocious kids stuff every now and then, and wait for the next line-wide reboot to ‘streamline’ Clark aka toss out anything mildly interesting and/or additive to Clark’s corner of the DCU.)

Right. Sorry. Salty tangent. XD

So anyways here’s some panels that tugged on my ‘Aunt Kara’ heartstrings.

‘I know sweetie. I know. It’s so hard, not knowing.’ HOW VERY DARE.

There’s also a really great page wherein Kara gets Osul to calm down by reminding him of a…I think Phaelosian legend? Or possibly Kryptonian, I know she was trying to find stuff for them in a previous issue.

(Went back and it’s actually the House of Ra fable; the House of El’s is ‘Nightwing and Flamebird’, Ra’s is ‘Red Son and Starchild’.)

I love that Lois lets Kara and Osul have that moment, that space; I maintain that while Clark has a better handle on getting what the kids went through on Warworld given that he was there, and Lois obviously has more experience with raising kids that have unique needs thanks to Jon being half alien, but *Kara* is more readily equipped to sympathize with Otho and Osul’s struggles with transitioning to Earth life, based on her current, canon characterization. (Which is, uhhhh…Woman of Tomorrow and alsoooooo…Rebirth? Maybe? WoT is def canon, the recent SG one shot visually referenced Kara’s departure from Argo.) But I digress!

Speaking of the kids’ struggles…Otho is Going Through It. The stuff with Sister Shadow (AKA Norah Stone AKA evil daughter of an alt universe Bruce and Talia) trying to tempt her to the dark side by preying on her trauma/difficulty adapting to her new home and revealing a future, tyrannical version of herself is some wonderfully juicy character work, both from the perspective of fleshing out Otho AND being additive to Superman’s roster of villains; that’s something I love about PKJ’s approach to world building overall. Yes, he’s revamped some of Superman’s established bad guys (Metallo, Mongul) but he’s also added awesome new foes, like Norah Stone, and Pyrrhos.

I really hope DC lets him do like. A mini series on his original Kryptonian/House of El characters. I would honestly love to read about all these cool new, additive elements, than deal with the Luthor cameo fest over in Superman rn. XD

In conclusion: DC once again shying away from anything interesting and new with Superman in favor of the safe status quo. -_- I mean, I hope I’m wrong. I hope the new ‘Superman Superstars’ opt to build on the solid foundation PKJ has set up. But given what happened with Bendis? Creators’ absolute refusal to incorporate any of the canon he built, because they knew DC would walk it back ASAP? (And the Superman group editor openly admitting that was his number one priority as soon as he GOT THE JOB???) Just shows a complete lack of faith in your creators, and doesn’t really give me too much hope for one of the few remaining titles I look forward to each month.

…but hey, hopefully Marilyn Moonlight will be neat??? XD

(Also LET A WOMAN WRITE A MAIN SUPERMAN BOOK YOU COWARDS.)

[thevindicativevordan]

Comics this week ?

Action Comics #1060 - You can tell PKJ meant for this plot to run longer and be bigger, and he has to compress it down since he's getting moved. A shame, I hope the Annual manages to give a satisfying ending to his run but I'm expecting it to be rushed given how many plot threads he has to tie up. Zod backup was great, can't wait for the series proper to start next month, I'm happy both Eradicator and Henshaw have been taken off the board again.

Superman: Lost #9 - On one hand I love Priest's Lex. Man was trying to bait Superman into killing him out of sheer spite, keeping the cure for Lois on him so Supes could either find it after killing him and realize he broke his code for nothing, or Supes would accidentally destroy it while beating Lex to death and thus (or so Supes would think) doom Lois as well. I guess my only qualm is that Priest started out teasing some very big risks and ended up playing it safe. Lois didn't die and Clark didn't cheat... unless that pregnant Hope represents a last minute twist, which I expect to be another fakeout.

Danger Street #12 - Solid enough ending I suppose. Don't really have too many thoughts.

Detective Comics #1079 - Should've seen that Catwoman twist coming, I saw it with Snyder Batman in Endgame, but I was surprised and I cheered when V played his hand. V is in his element here with Catwoman and a heist story.

Green Lantern #6 - Xermancio... fuccccckkkkkk this dude's art is on another level. Adams lucked out having him on board.

Batman & Robin #4 - Dropped it. With V's Tec humming along and my surprising enjoyment of Zdarsky Batman, I don't need a third Batbook right now.

Immortal Thor #5 - Finally realized that Thor's portrayal here reminds me of Superman in All-Star. He's incredibly powerful, stronger than he normally is, but he wins the day by using his brain rather than achieving victory through feats of strength.

Blade #6 - Love the portrayal of Dracula here, cool to see Blade get a power up, but oh my God the art here conveys zero sense of movement. For an issue heavily focused on action the filler artist they chose just did not cut it.

[the-knight-tree]

Daytime: noon

Location: brook town

Year: 29 march, 2025

Today Lana birthday plans are on the way and oak told the girls to get ready to go to the Kent farm

Only oak and Lana set in the car, oak getting ready to car to start and calling everyone to sit in the car

Oak: ok! Everyone is set? We are off to the Kents *he looks through the mirror to behind*

Oak looks back to Lana seeing her sitting and looking at the window outside ready to know why everyone is soo quite this past week

Lana: dad why are we going to the Kents I don't like the barn it's always dirty and I... Don't like it *making an I don't want to go face*

Oak: you will see just be ready

Lana: ugh fine hate to wait *crossing her hands*

The rest finally getting into the car and buckling up the seat ballets

Lucy: buckle up everyone we are off to the kent

Oak started the engine and they are off to the Kent farm, they drive outside brook town and see all the country side until they arrived to the farm

Location: smallville, Kent farm

They finally arrive Diana as her usual sleeping, the triplets talking and planning some mischievous tricks around the party they can plan, Lucy trying her best to keep the triplets not to make a mess

Lucy: Nina no mess got it? *Pointing the finger to her*

Nina: no problem I am not going to

Deborah: you probably will do so maybe I definitely need to keep an eye on you again

Donna sitting in quite minding her music and drawings

Oak spots Diana still asleep

Oak: Diana wakey wake we are here

Diana slept all the way, she wakes up seeing the sun on her face and starching her arms up

Diana: offff... I slept soo good gosh.... Oh we are here

Oak parked the car next to the Kent resident house that is next to the barn and see the Kents already outside waiting for mis Lana to come out of the car

Jordan and Johnathan: they are here!

Lois: guys be careful and greet Lana slowly you know she hates people near her

Johnathan: ok. Ok

Clark: hopefully she didn't notice anything

Lois: I am really hoping this party got to be good

Lana still is Afraid to come out of the car on the dirt

Lana: just let me do it slow dad go I can do this, I hate....

Oak: come on you will be fine try slow you did good at home

Lana came out of the car pulling her left leg outside her eyes looking up and seeing the farm is clean and organised no animals or any Hays laying around, the Kents each one came to greet her in person

Lois: Lana!! Hi *hugging her like she never saw her in years* feeling good? How was your week?

Lana smile seeing Lois first and rushed to hug her the same way

Lana: Lois! It was soo good I studied a bit I have a test on Sunday but now I am here so...

Lois: nah you will be fine

Clark came second greeting her softly and easy he knows she is still can't get close to him

Clark: hi kiddo *waving his hands to cheer her up, he spots her smile is warm and welcoming and pointing at it with his smile* looking cool hoodie loving the frogs on it

Lana: it's not froggy it's kitty and yes I love green so... It does have that froggy look a bit *chuckling*

Everyone welcoming the knight family with all the warm of the Kents tradition

The afternoon starts to settle in and the knights and the Kents are going to the barn seeing the tables are set with food and one suprise box sitting on the table where Lana is sitting

Lana: dad what is this box is?

Oak: I don't know maybe open it up

Lana open the box and see a typewriter machine, she looks up hugging her dad and suddenly everyone came in the barn singing happy birthday Lois and Lucy holding a cake with two candles in a shape of 1 and 5

Everyone: happy birthday Lana!

Lana burst into tears and she felt everyone love and warming hugs this time she gave everyone hugs like her entire social anxiety left for a moment and allow her to feel the hugs from everyone for the first time, Lucy eyes tearing from seeing Lana hugging non stop Lois, Clark the boys, the girls and her mood shift to a happy and proud mother

Lana : my gosh everyone thank you soo much I am... *Tears falling on her chick*

Oak: thought we never forget happy birthday Hun you are now growing up and that means you are growing on me *making a silly tear in his eyes and winking to Lana* gosh so fast

Lucy: stop it *gently punching his arm and smiling to him and Lana* your dad is so proud of you and so do I you grow up and seeing you hugging everyone made my day.. our day all of us you amazing, gorgeous girl

Lana: thank you all *smiling and tearing at the same time*

The party kept going music playing from Clark old country records and old emo days and some classics from the past

Night came and Clark sets up the video screen recorder to share Lana journey from being a baby crying in Lucy arms and going through her younger years running around the house seeing oak trying to catch her from not falling down the stairs, Diana holding her hand in her old face she had and the triplets that were small babies crying on the bed of oak and Lucy trying to calm them down

Oak *to Lucy*: so much memories loving it every time

Lucy: I know we can do this every day with everyone... Look Lana first using fire remember she almost burned the back? Gosh the grass was almost turned to ash *laughing*

Video of Lana using her fire power and not aiming the correct way from the grass and oak grabbing her hands smiling for her first try

Oak: gosh how can I forget that *laughing*

The video finishes with Lana last year graduation at the knight resident showing Lucy handling the small ceremony at the house and oak filming it all doing a selfie with Lana so proud for her

Everyone laughing and enjoying the night at the barn

Lana went outside looking up at the sky seeing the stars for the first time and just soaking in the air and the atmosphere, oak walking to her

Oak: so... Any stars you like?

Lana: nah nothing special, thank you dad loving it the party was so fun you guys hide it from me so well

Oak: we had to but it made it so epic to see you hugging everyone you have no idea what this means to me your mom yourself you are getting there and that is amazing thing love you soo much *hugging around her and giving on her head a kiss* love you kiddo

Lana: love you too dad

Lucy looking on the side seeing oak and Lana little moment and grabbing her phone to capture it

Lucy: gosh you two *smiling and taking the picture*

The night ended with everyone eating the cake drinking tea and coffee and finishing it with smiles and laughter.

End

[twomrw]

Love is Round

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Part 2

Mark’s crutches clack against the terrazzo tiles with each step he makes. If he’s being honest, it’s kind of annoying. Step. Clack. Step. Clack. He counts instead. One. Two. One. Two. He tries to match his breathing to the sound and that’s probably why he’s feeling a little dizzy as he enters the crowded room.

He’s grateful for the seat that Dr Mubita gestures towards, because he needs to catch both his breath and his balance. The young lady in the adjacent seat pulls his chair out for him and he smiles his thanks while she gives him an assessing look. He doesn’t get an opportunity to introduce himself or even find out why she’s looking at him like that because Dr Mubita stands at the front of the class, clapping to get everyone’s attention and she turns towards the front of the room.

“Alright! Now that everyone’s here, we can start. I want to begin by congratulating last week’s writing team who covered the sports team tryouts…”

Mark can feel several eyes in the room turn to him and he steadily ignores them in favour of staring at the table in front of him. The girl next to him doesn’t turn, so that’s a relief.

“That issue has had the most views to date and up until yesterday, was still getting unique views.”

The room fills with a chorus of hoots and cheers and Mark can’t help but smile at the excitement. As the girl beside him turns to offer a few claps to the team cheering in the back, it strikes him that he knows her from somewhere.

When she turns around again, his eyebrows furrow in confusion. He’s sure he’s seen her before, but there’s no name at the tip of his tongue like usual. He refocuses on the task at hand as Dr Mubita continues.

“So this week’s issue is already scheduled, we’re looking forward to that and next week’s, I’m still waiting for those edits I was promised,” he makes meaningful eye contact with a student somewhere at the back of the room and Mark finally takes the opportunity to study his fellow students. He scans the back of the room and is surprised to see the type of students that are members of the club. He’s not sure that he expected everyone to look like Clark Kent or Lois Lane, but they look as diverse as the group of kids pictured sitting and laughing on the campus lawn in all of their university’s promotional pamphlets.

“We also want to welcome our newest member, Mark.”

Mark gives a small wave as he continues looking around the room and he’s surprised to catch sight of a familiar face. Jasmine offers him a friendly smile and he returns it. It’s nice to know that he’s not completely alone here.

“We’ve borrowed him from the swim team, and based on the rumours I’ve heard, we might just want to hold him hostage even after he’s all healed.”

Dr Mubita meets Mark’s startled expression with a knowing smile. He racks his brain to figure out what he must be talking about, when Jasmine catches his eye and gives him a reassuring smile and nod. He exhales and tunes back into the ongoing conversation.

“Are you all set with the Valentine’s Day segment, Lauren?”

Mark almost startles again when the girl next to him speaks up, “Almost. Still trying to choose which letters to use.”

“Great! I can’t wait to see what you come up with.” Dr Mubita pauses. ��Wait! Why don’t we get Mark to help you with that? It’d be a great way to get his feet wet. Well…foot, I mean.”

The girl next to him —Lauren…hmmmm…for some reason that name doesn’t ring any bells— snorts, but soon schools her features into a neutral expression when she turns and spots Mark’s scowl.

She clears her throat, what he suspects is an attempt to stifle the laughter bubbling in it.

Dr Mubita continues, “We’re publishing on the thirteenth, so I need the final draft for screening by the ninth.”

“Yes, Sir!” Lauren offers a mock salute and turns to Mark with a conspiratorial smile, as if the two of them are childhood friends. She doesn’t even know him.

At his lack of enthusiasm, the smile slips from her face, before she turns back to follow Dr Mubita’s further instructions. Good! He doesn’t need anyone acting too familiar with him. Besides, he’s only here until his foot heals. There’s no use in getting comfortable.

“I think that’s everything. We meet same time next week. We’re going to be picking some themes for the March issues, so come prepared to pitch your ideas.” The poor teacher opens his mouth to continue winding down, but pauses, closing his mouth and letting out a put upon sigh as a hand goes up in the back.

Instead of giving the student permission to speak, Dr Mubita explains like it’s the fiftieth time he’s had to speak to a five-year-old, “No, Henry. We’re still not running the story on the Monster in the Ceilings. Those noises are from changes in temperature on the roof, not a three-footed monster.”

“You don’t know that for sure, Sir.”

Mark watches as Lauren flips to the back of her notebook with a chuckle. He leans forward as stealthily as possible to see her add a single tally mark next to dozens, under the heading ‘Times Henry Brings Up the Ceiling Monster.’

He averts his eyes to the front of the room when Lauren sits back in her seat and he can sense her eyes on him. 

“Yes. We do. It’s scientific fact.” Dr Mubita states with another put upon sigh. 

Mark keeps his eyes fixed on him, feigning rapt attention. Is she still looking at him? He risks a glance at her just as she looks at him. She offers another smile, but he looks away again quickly. He doesn’t think they’re going to get along very well.

“Alright, so I think that’s actually everything we needed to discuss. If you need me, you know where to find me,” Dr Mubita finishes, glancing around the room at his students with a proud smile.

Then he’s being called over to the back of the room to pore over some document on someone’s laptop. The rest of the club members begin to stir as they catch up and chatter fills the room.

The girl next to him— Lauren— clears her throat again, turning in her seat towards him.

“So…”

He gives her his best unimpressed look.

“I’m Lauren.” She offers a little wave and a smile that is somehow both blindingly bright and tentative. “And I sometimes laugh at inappropriate jokes.”

He raises a single eyebrow at her and she winces.

“Sorry.”

Now that he’s had time to process, he can admit that Dr Mubita’s statement had been kind of funny, Mark being an ex swimmer and only having one good foot and all that. But he takes her in, her brightly coloured notebook and colourfully patterned backpack, the fuzzy tip of her pen, her obnoxiously bright smile and something about the bubbly, ray of sunshine in front of him pisses him off.

“About laughing and about the accident that messed up your foot,” she adds.

Mark’s eyes narrow at her. The accident is the last thing he wants to talk about right now, but Lauren isn’t looking at him at all. Her eyes are fixed at the ceiling and her chin sits between her thumb and index finger in that thinking pose you only seen in cartoons. Then, she’s opening her mouth and saying the last words Mark needs to hear.

“Kerry was really lucky, huh…to get out practically unscathed, when the passenger side of the car took the most damage.”

“Mhhmmm…” Mark’s picking at his cuticles again. He forces his hands to stop. He glances at his watch, and fixes a bored look on his face when he looks up at her again.

But there it is again, that assessing look that makes Mark feel like she can see into his soul. 

“I thought you were both on a sports scholarship. Are you going to lose it now that you’re…” she hesitates for a second, head tilted to the side in genuine curiosity, “incapacitated?”

“I think…” he says through gritted teeth, “that it’s none of your business.” Then he’s on his feet, well…foot and grabbing his stuff. He gets as close to storming out of the room as one can get while hobbling on crutches and makes the firm decision that the Newspaper Club is not for him.

He doesn’t even know which direction he’s headed in until he finds himself outside the Theatre building, heart racing and mind trying to keep pace. He closes his eyes and forces a deep breath into his lungs and another, and another. He waits until his breaths have returned to normal before opening his eyes again.

As the rush of adrenaline fades, he realizes his dilemma. He needs Lauren a lot more than she needs him. 

He looks up at the building in front of him with a start and then checks his watch. He's only a few minutes late. All is not lost. He can still make it. 

With a weary sigh, he starts his trek up the steps one by one into the amphitheatre. He pushes a side door open quietly. 

“And so what you really need to pay attention to is the wrist movement. It’s all in the wrist. Let’s take it from the top.”

Mark watches in shock and some mild horror as the students line up in a row and parade across the front of the stage arms spread at right angles towards their bodies and palms out and shaking as they face the empty seats below with blinding smiles.

“That’s it! Big smiles everyone!” Mr Forster shouts in an encouraging tone.

Mark steps back into the hall and lets the door close on the sight. He grasps the wall for stability as he lets out a sigh of frustration. The dance club is NOT an option.

With a sigh, he makes his way to the student health centre.

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