#ha Clark you almost made him cry)

[autcnomy]

"Lex, can you help me with this? I want to look good for the ceremony."

Kent is grinning, two blue eyes bright. He has a red tie in his hands. Clark needs to look his best for the Pulitzer

"....you've got to be kidding me," softly escapes almost unmoving lips.

Pewter eyes are as unyielding as ever, but Lex has to pause an unusually long moment when it's Clark standing in his office, implicitly inviting him to be inextricable from the journalist's biggest professional success to date: because Lex is humbled by the gesture.

Free press rarely grazes elbows with the two-headed moster of the corporate and the political, but here they are, the fresh-faced farm boy and the misfit trust fund brat, once more.

Lex exhales a breathless laugh. He ducks and shakes his head, both floored and unsurprised, in the span of seconds, at the corny familiarity. He saunters, he hopes, the remaining two steps between them. He fixes the tie that Clark Kent, ace reporter and thorough adult, needs no help with. There's a tightness in his chest and a burning in his eyes that he doesn't trust for another few moments.

Then,

"Congratulations, Clark." Not 'kiddo,' not 'buddy.' To Lex, Cark was always simply a peer. "More often than you think, I miss those evening strolls up to your barn loft...past your mom, doing propoerty taxes, or something else both ...smart and kind...in the kitchen, past your salt-of-the-earth dad, still wanting his blessing...up all those steps, past that damned, telescope, to try and chisel away at the enigma that was my friend."

The word almost cracks his voice. But it's too smooth, too measured, and time has only calcified those layers of social defense.

The final loop pulled, Lex gives Clark's chest a bracing pat, and squeezes his shoulder. He circles back to his desk, with its imposing view of the city skyline, and raises a tumbler of golden liquid.

"You deserve this. Keep making the lives of all my colleagues pure and utter hell." An impish pause and slow smile. "Got your speech ready?"

[anjellaufeyson]

I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake

Time stamp: 1:38

My boyfriend was lovely–his friend wasn’t. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man I’ve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend. 

Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldn’t Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and I’m sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent he’s exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamy’s, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face. 

Soon he came out searching for me, “What do you want, princess?” 

I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, “I’d prefer if you wouldn’t call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when they’re together.” 

He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, “Right, whatever you say, princess.” 

The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. “okay–can you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? I’m aware of how things are, like it or not I’m one of the smart ones and I think he’s being overworked and–”

Bellamy’s face showed confusion in itself, “Murphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, I’m who stays up all night, every night.” 

I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. “Wait, you haven’t been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?” 

He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. “No, I don’t think anyone has. We’ve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.” 

My brain racked everything Murphy’s ever told me since he began ‘working’ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked. 

I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamy’s chest, I didn’t cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did here–it made you seem weak. And I’d never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamy’s chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions. 

Murphy’s voice appeared from behind me but I didn’t dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. “I need to talk with her, I can explain!”

Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, “Murphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll do it later.” 

I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didn’t care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up. 

We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didn’t know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldn’t–it had to be a grounder. 

The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends were–including Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since it’s my life on the line. 

“Who’s valuable to her?”

What an odd fucking question–is this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die. 

Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, “She’s with me, that’s my girlfriend.” He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth. 

“What are you willing to give me in turn for her life?” 

His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. “What do you want?” 

The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, “I want Wanheda.” Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? “Give her to me and I won’t kill her.” 

“Take me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.” What is he doing? He’s going to get himself killed–I’m aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamy’s arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately. 

I wanted to help him but I didn’t know how to, Bellamy could’ve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, “Don’t,” he demanded while blood ran down his cheek. 

Why was he willing to do this for me? We’ll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphy’s gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasn’t something I wanted to do. But I had to–for him. 

Without processing what I did I went to Bellamy’s side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. “I hate you,” I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, “I know,” he said while wincing from getting up too quickly. 

While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, “Were you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?”

His breath reeks of Monty’s moonshine, “Are you serious? You’ve been cheating on me, Murphy?”

“Were you yes or no?” 

Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. “Yes,” he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldn’t turn my head, I’d be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy. 

“Fuck you both,” he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet. 

He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, “Why’d you do it,” I asked. 

His fingers traced along my neck, “Save you? Or help you?”

“Both,” I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior. 

Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, “because we both know I could treat you better,” he whispered into my ear.

[mattstromboli]

Close to You

Summary: Matt was your best friend for all of elementary school, and you always loved him, but he forgot about you, but you never did. What happens when you see him at a party 10 years later?

Warnings: Fluff and angsttttt

Word Count: 809

(flashback)

It was junior prom, and you couldn’t wait. Your boyfriend at the time, Noah Clark, was supposed to be picking you up at seven to take you to prom, but instead, he dumped you over one measly little text. Instead of going to prom that night, you called your three closest same-faced friends and had a sob-fest on your couch with popcorn and ice cream.

You had always been the closest with Matt in your whole friendship with the triplets, but you felt like he didn’t show his love for you, the way that the others did. You didn’t let it get to your head though.

On the night of senior prom, Matt was supposed to take you as a friend, but ghosted you, and you haven’t heard from him since. It’s now ten years later, and you still haven’t heard a thing.

Ten Years Later

You look yourself up and down one last time before you leave your house, hearing your best friend, Vivian, honk outside, ready to pick you up. Tonight is one of your closest friends, Tara’s, ‘One Million Subscribers’ party, so you had to attend.

When you arrive at the party the lights flash and the music pounds through your head, forcing you to the open bar. The entire venue is filled with dancing, drunk bodies and yelling. Parties aren’t usually your scene, but you only came for Tara.

As you look around the crowd, your face goes pale, as you see someone from your past, you thought you’d never see again.

Matthew Sturniolo

‘It can’t be him’ you think to yourself. He’s been out of all eyes for at least ten years, and you would know. You’ve searched for his social media accounts and nothing has popped up.

After quite a few more drinks for courage, you decide to walk up to him and re-introduce yourself to him. As you walk to him in the crowded event, your hands shake and you worry.

You tap on his shoulder and he spins around almost instantly. He looks amazing. The stubble on his cheeks is slightly grown out and he’s wearing baggy pants and a pythia t-shirt. He looks you up and down, then speaks.

“Can i help you?”

“Matt?”

“Okay, now that’s weird. Why the fuck do you know my name?”

Your face grows pale again as you realize that he doesn’t remember you. After all of the years you spent together he can’t remember you. You’re forgotten.

“Oh it’s um- I’m y/n” (sorry)

“I’m sorry who?”

“Matt. I’m serious. It’s y/n. From school. Why the fuck did you ghost me.”

“Oh! Okay sorry! now i get you!”

(Matt’s pov)

Shit. She found me. And i fucked it up.

Flashback

It was the night of senior prom and Matt was overthinking way too hard. Did you not love him? Were you too good for him? Did you hate him. He got in his car and drove. And drove, and drove, and drove until he didn’t know where he was anymore. Over the next few years he moved to a new town and made a new life for himself, forever thinking about you.

You invaded his thoughts every single night with images of you and him, and the amount of times that he cried himself to sleep, was unconstitutional.

He never forgot you.

end of flashback

“Matt!” I yell as he snaps back into reality. I look up at him and he’s white as a ghost and shaking.

“C-Can we talk?”

“Fine.”

As the two of you walk outside and sit on a bench to talk, you notice his shallow breathing and a tear stream down his face. He hated crying. Especially in front of other people.

“Matt? What’s wrong?”

“You don’t wanna know. I can’t say it or you’ll hate me even more. I left b-because. I- shit, I can’t say”

“Please Matty. Please tell me. I know we haven’t spoken in a while but i’m still here to listen.”

“O-Okay.”

“I left you. i left you and i’m so fucking sorry for leaving you. i never even meant to hurt you. i couldn’t get you out of me head and i haven’t since the night that i met you. I was so fucking obsessed with you that it wasn’t good for me and i chickened out on you and left when i should’ve stayed and loved you the way i wanted to because i fucking love you! I only left because I wanted to be close to you and i ran away because i’m such a stupid idiot!”

Your face goes pink and a tear streams down your face as well

“R-Really?”

He nods and more tears stream down your face. You pull him into one long kiss that seals your fate together for the end of time.

All he needed, was to be close to you

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Thank y’all so much for reading! I’m so sorry of this was bad! this was my first time writing EVER. Please give me ideas in my requests and I love you all so much! Stay happy not crappy life’s a bitch don’t quit bye!

@sassysturniolo2008

[turcott3]

8 letters

brandt clarke x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, crying, mild angst

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you slammed your car door shut as you walked inside your house, your thoughts spinning through your mind at a pace you couldn’t comprehend. your manager sent you home early from work, deciding that you “seemed really tired and needed some rest”.

you stopped at your favorite fast food place as a treat, setting it down on the counter as you enter your bedroom to change, your roommates’ dog excited to see you as always.

“i need to call him.” you mumble to yourself as you pet the dog before turning back to your sink, your makeup wipes out on the counter as you press call on your boyfriends contact page.

“hey.” he says, picking up after just one ring.

“hey, i’ve had a really shitty day can you come over?”

“yeah, of course, i’ll be there in five.” he replies without hesitation,

“i left the door unlocked for you.”

“okay, see you in a sec.” he says bidding you goodbye as you hung up the phone. you sighed in relief as you picked up the makeup wipes and began rubbing your face clean of the products.

“HEY!” you say looking over and seeing your roommates mischievous dog licking eyes with you as she pisses all over the clean clothes on your floor.

“hey stop, get the fuck out.” you say shoving her harshly out the door and groaning.

“these were fucking clean.” you whine in frustration, tears threatening to spill. your mind spun once again, anger and sadness filling your body quickly, your fists came loose as you held your face, letting out a heavy broken sigh. it didn’t help that you were incredibly uncertain of your future, no one being of any assistance in letting you figure it out for yourself.

you stood in the same place, your body shaking as sobs left your mouth, tears soaking your cheeks as you hunted for your laundry detergent.

“y/n- y/n?” you hear brandt’s voice from behind your laundry room door, sobs not stopping once you heard him.

“baby, why are you crying? stop, come here.” he says, taking the products from your hands and wrapping you up in his arms, only causing you to cry more. his hands ran soothingly up and down your back, shushing your cries quietly, rocking you back and forth.

“i’m s-sorry.” you sniffle pulling away.

“don’t apologize, what’s wrong? how can i help you?” he asks, wiping your tears.

“well i was already having a bad day, i look fucking terrible, not even makeup could fix it, my hair won’t cooperate, i’m just fucking sad and unsure about my future and then this fucking dog pissed all over a pile of my clean clothes.” you say, sniffling heavily.

“oh honey,” he frowns hugging you again, “go get in comfy in bed okay? i’ll bring you your food and i’ll put all your clothes in the washer. don’t worry about a thing. and don’t ever say you look terrible, you’re so beautiful, even if you don’t see it you are, always.”

“okay.” you reply quietly, the boy pulling you closer to press a kiss to your head before sending you on your way. you watched as he measured the amount of detergent to put in, his tongue poking out lightly.

“i added a little extra to make sure they smell good, is that okay?” he asks, holding the cap up.

“yes baby, that’s perfect. thank you.” you reply with a giggle as he shuts the washer door, picking up your food and bringing it in to you.

“you can have some of my food if you want.” you say, taking a few fries.

“no no it’s okay, enjoy it. you deserve every bite.” he says, relaxing into your mattress. you loved how content and accepted he made you feel. in his eyes, everything you did was right. he worshipped the very ground you walked on, something you never thought you deserved.

as you ate you texted back and forth with your mom about your day, another emotional overflow bound to happen. you finished your burger and crumpled the tin foil as you choked back your tears, your mother almost surprisingly completely on your side with your decision making and expressing to her how hard life has been on you recently, bursting into tears the moment she told you she was proud of you, your head crashing into your pillow, your face back into your hands.

“come here.” he says quietly, rolling you over and pulling you to his chest, his chin rested on top of your head.

“it’s all gonna be okay my love.” he says lowly, his thumb running across the back of your head. you laid together in silence as you cried, growing more and more tired by the moment.

“you wanna go get in the shower honey? i think it’ll make you feel a little bit better.” he offers pulling away slightly, lifting your chin to lock eyes with him.

“okay.” you replied, scooping you up from the bed and carrying you to the bathroom, setting you down on your feet.

“can we just have the candle, i don’t want all the lights.” you ask quietly.

“of course, whatever you want.” he replies, turning the water to warm, the two of you removing your clothes. you lit the candle as he made sure the water was warm, turning the shower head on. you flipped the lights off as he helped you into the shower, the warm water hitting you softly, sighing in relief. you smiled as brandt entered after you, no boy you’ve seen ever as gorgeous as him.

“you look so handsome right now.” you say softly, running your fingers through his now wet hair as you stood under the flow.

“thank you pretty girl.” he giggles in reply, a sound you could never get tired of. it almost scared you how obsessed you were with him. never wanting to part ways for any reason. you were so infatuated with him you couldn’t believe it.

“lemme wash your hair yeah?” he asks, knowing how good his scalp massages were, you instantly nodding in response. he grabbed your shampoo as you turned your back to him as he pulled you a little closer by your ass.

“it’s dark so you gotta be closer to me.”

“i’m not complaining.” you giggle as his hands make contact with your hair, instantly scrubbing your scalp gently, massaging his fingers all around your head. you sighed as he worked the shampoo in, melting completely at his touch.

“that feels so good.” you say, your voice full of bliss.

“mm good.” he replies, pressing a delicate kiss to your shoulder. he tilted your head back to rinse it, the warm water spreading all through your scalp, you left your head leaned back, brandt’s shoulder being the landing spot. his arms wrapped around your torso as he pressed sweet kisses to your neck, your arms wrapped around his.

“i love you.” he mumbles against your skin, his kisses melting deeply into your neck, your heart practically growing in size for the boy.

“i love you.” you reply practically in a whisper.

hearing those 8 letters leave his mouth was something you never took for granted, and absorbed every second of it whenever it left his mouth. he was the only one for you without a doubt, and it was moments like this that made you truly believe it.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

All For Naught

Day #29 - Behind the Music | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: Jeff/Goodie (Freak), Minor Steddie Mention | Tags: Future Fic, Band Breakup, Angst, Jeff and Goodie are Best Friends, But Goodie Learned How to Run from Eddie, Unrequited Love, Or Is It?, Hopeful Ending

Jeff loads the last guitar into the back of the pickup. He can't believe it's over. Just like that. They tried so hard, for so long, that he kind of assumed that they would forever. 

He definitely hadn't expected Goodie to be the one to throw in the towel.

Not like this.

He thought if they broke up it would be Eddie that called it quits. Eddie, with Steve at home. Eddie with a whole life outside the band.

Or Gareth. He's getting married. It'd be fair to want to settle down, to stay close to home. To give up on the band that has only had middling success, at best. 

But, no. It was Goodie. His best friend, the one that he thought he'd ride or die with until the absolute end, that pulled the plug. Sure, they could get another bass player, but they'd made a promise to each other years ago that Corroded Coffin was the four of them, and the four of them alone.

No additions. No replacements.

So, with Goodie out, they're just done.

All they have left is cleaning out the rehearsal garage, dividing up stuff that they can't remember who it belonged to in the first place. They aren't even fighting. That's the thing that hurts the most. That they are all just resigned to letting this go.

It's been their life for almost two decades, and now it's just over.

Jeff moved back home for a while, but looking up at the ceiling in his childhood bedroom was too depressing, so as soon as he could get his shit together, he fled. Out of town, out of the state. 

He went from living in close proximity to the three of them, to now, all alone. Staring at the blank walls of his apartment as he tries to find a job. He had a job. It didn't pay particularly well, but he loved it. 

Loved Corroded Coffin. 

Loved them all.

Loved Goodie the most.

And now they haven't spoken in six weeks. Goodie's just vanished off the face of the earth, and Goodie's mom and dad won't tell Jeff anything useful. He's just gone.

His last private lesson of the day is over. The kids are kind of fun to teach, even if he doesn't expect any of them to be the next Jimi Hendrix.

He teaches lots of guitar, and a little piano. He knows enough to teach the beginners, anyway. 

Mr. Clarke, back home, was able to pull some strings, even from states away, vouching for him. And now he's a music tutor.

It pays well. He often makes more in an afternoon than his cut would be from a weekend of gigs. 

He's not passionate about it, not like he was about Corroded Coffin, but it definitely pays the bills more reliably.

Eddie and Steve have been out a couple times, and Gareth once, and they all tip-toe around him, like he might explode. Since when is he the unstable one? Eddie always had the dramatics locked down for himself.

"I'm fine," Jeff says for the tenth time since Eddie flopped onto his couch this afternoon.

"You're not," Eddie argues.

"Do you want me to cry, or what?" Jeff snaps.

"Maybe you'd feel better if you did."

Nothing is gonna make him feel better. His best friend basically wrote his ass off, along with everyone else, in one fell swoop. He took that pretty damn personally. How could he not? It was fucked. 

"Goods called last week," Eddie says, as casual as can be. 

"Jesus Christ, Eddie. That's what you lead with. Not Steve's new lawnmower," Jeff bitches, "Well? Where is he?"

"He said the South of France, but I don't believe him," Eddie says.

No shit. Jeff wouldn't believe that either. Goodie hates the sun.

"Well, did he at least explain why he imploded the band?" Jeff asks, because that's what he needs to know.

"He didn't. But you know why," Eddie says, and Jeff pauses, looking at him.

He most definitely does not, "I do?"

"Think," Eddie stresses, as if Jeff hasn't been thinking about this, and only this, for months. 

"Because we weren't making money?"

"No," Eddie says.

"Because he had finally had enough of Gareth?"

Eddie laughs, "No. But a better guess."

"I don't know. I feel like maybe I never knew him at all, if he's capable of just bailing on us all for no good reason."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, "C'mon. You know better than this. You know how he's always felt about you."

Jeff opens his mouth to laugh, but Eddie doesn't, so he snaps it closed again. No. That can't be. Goodie never. 

No, no, no.

"You're not saying…" Jeff trails off.

"I am saying. We all saw it. How did you not?" Eddie asks, and Jeff's confused. That's not. They never. Goodie never said anything. How was he supposed to guess that?

Goodie came out a few years ago, as loath as he was to follow in Eddie's footsteps about anything. 

Jeff's dated women and men. Why wouldn't Goodie just say something? It's not like there was a zero percent chance. 

But it must have felt like it to him, he supposes. 

Goddamnit.

Sure, there's been some moments over the years. But he was, is, his best friend. And not fucking up that, not fucking up the band, always quashed anything that ever bubbled to the surface.

And now, there's no best friend, and no band, so the caution was all for naught.

"Well, fuck," Jeff says, and Eddie laughs, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. 

An address.

The door opens, and Goodie looks surprised. Eddie didn't warn him.

Jeff takes one big step forward, pushing into his personal space, "You're an asshole."

It's not graceful. Too many teeth, and noses bumping like they've never done this before, but Jeff keeps at it, keeps kissing him, not intending to give him the opportunity to slip away again.

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[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Just a Kid Next Door - Chapter 1

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

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Here is the link to read the story in ao3.

-------------------------------CHAPTER 1---------------------------------

He figured it out. Holy shit, he actually managed to figure out the way to bring back Bruce from being stuck in the time stream. And the Justice league used his plan to save Batman.

 Sure, the last six months had been hard on him – Death of his father and not-so death of Kon, Bart, Steph and Bruce – has definitely taken a toll on him. But on the bright side, he managed to save Bruce and all of his loved ones, right?

He figured it out, right? Then why does Tim still feel empty. Why does he still have the urge to cry until he has no more tears left, shout until his throat burns and pull his hair out until he has no more left. Why does he still feel the needles pricking his skin which makes him want to puke even though he hasn’t eaten anything in a while? Well, three days isn’t just ‘a while’, but he knows for a fact that it’s not a lot too.

These six months had not only been painful but had helped him draw a lot of conclusions. See, Tim is a detective and hence he rely on logic and proofs to believe almost everything. Even though he don’t like what he has to believe sometimes, but truth is the ultimatum.

His string of thoughts is interrupted by Superman who shakes the teen.

“Uh?”

“I was saying that J’onn and Diana managed to put Bruce in the med bay. We ran all of the tests and now are waiting for him to gain consciousness.” Clark says tiredly with an expression of relief on his face.

“Oh”

“Rest, kiddo. You look like you could really use some. I’ll let you know when he wakes up.”

“I don’t wa-“

“I’m afraid Superman is right, Red Robin. We will alert you once Batman gains Consciousness” Wonder Woman interrupted him.

“I’m fine�� Tim hissed.

Why did suddenly everyone care about him. Didn’t they consider him crazy a while ago? They didn’t care about him when he repeatedly tried to prove Bruce was alive, and now they want him rest when he finally proved them all wrong.

The Kryptonian and the Amazonian shared a worried look.

“Look child, you have worked tirelessly these few months to bring back Batman. You are just a human. Your body needs rest.” Diana said, her voice laced with concern.

‘They’re faking it, they don’t really care about you’ Tim’s brain chimed. He shuts it down. He doesn’t really have the energy to argue back, so he lies.

“Okay, but I want to see Bruce before I go to take some rest.”

“Of course Kiddo.” Superman added.

Tim dragged himself to the med bay. He didn’t realise until now how much his body ached. He really want to take a long shower to wipe off the grim and dirt from his body and drink at least two cups of coffee to feel better.

‘Later’ he reminded himself. ‘Maybe Alfred would have made something delicious for dinn-‘

‘Oh’

He doesn’t live in manor anymore. All the bitter memories from six months before floods his brain. How can he forget any of those? He’s alone.

Wait

He is lonely. He’s been lonely his entire life. He had no one even when he was in the Drake manor, not even his own fucking parents cared about him. Then what’s so new about this.

Maybe, he is just unlovable. Well, that would explain why his parents left him in that cold Manor every time they chose work over their son. And the reason why Dick chose Damian over him and took from him the only thing he had and valued more than his life and gave it to Damian. And why Alfred did nothing when he moved out of the manor. And why no one did anything when he legally emancipated himself from the family.

And would explain why he and Bruce never shared the bond he had with the previous robins. ‘It’s because they were his sons, and you were just the kid next door who forced himself into the mantle of Robin’ his brain chimed again.

A tiny part of him don’t want to believe any of this. But it’s the truth. And truth is the Ultimatum.

He let out a long sigh. He doubts the bats even noticed he went missing these few months. Well, he can’t really blame them. It is the fate of Tim Drake to be unlovable. The least good he can do is leave the family. It wasn’t really like they considered him one anyways in the first place, but they mean everything to him.

They were the very few people who cared if he ate or slept, treated his injuries, listened to his opinion and made him feel like he was important too. Maybe that’s what Tim thought they did. Maybe he read all the signs wrong. Maybe they were just being nice to him. Maybe they were Pretending.

Gosh, Tim feels like slapping himself. Why hadn’t he realised this soon enough.

Tim took too much advantage and space. Forcing himself into the mantle of Robin is one thing but forcing himself into the family is entirely another. He became Robin to save Batman from destroying himself and people around him.

Then why did he crave for his love and attention. Why did he think that he at least  meant something to them. It’s all his fault. He was digging his own grave all this time. He had too much fucking expectations even though he knew the truth all along. Yelp, now he has to face the consequences.

But no matter what, he loves them. Loves them so fucking much that it hurts. He still remember what he had said to Ra’s before the old man pushed him from the WE building.

“Bruce might not consider me his son, but he is still a father to me.”

His spiralling thoughts came to an end when he reached the door to the med bay.

Gosh he missed Bruce. Missed him so much. All he wanted to do was hug him and never leave. But he knows he cannot do so. Bruce might want to meet his family first. Six months of being stuck in the time stream would make him want to spend a lot of quality time with his family first, not some random kid.

A quiet sob escaped from his mouth. He touched his tear stained cheeks and realised he was crying.

‘Stop crying, stop being so weak. Accept the reality and move on’ he told himself.

 ‘It’s not the time or the place to have a fucking panic attack’ he told himself again.

Wiping his tear stained cheeks, he opened the door to the Med bay to be greeted by the sight of his sleeping mentor/not-so father figure.

He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding until then.

He smiled for the first time in many many days. Bruce is safe. He is no longer stuck in the time stream. Tim felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He might not mean anything to them, but they are everything to him.

[chemicallady]

I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Part 1

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: none. It's gonna be a slow burn, baby! Just a couple of bad words and some references to sexual intercorse. Should I add Matt to the warming just because it's part of this?

Taglist: @ada-clarence, @badalmondzzzz, my wifey @starsomens

Summary: Reader is Matt's sister and PR for Bad Omens. After a long relationship that ended quite bad, with her brother help, she decides to give herself a fresh new start in Los Angeles.

A/N: from now on, I'll post my notes at the end of the chapter to avoid spoilers!

As always this is just a product of fiction, nothing in this ff is real, my intention is to entertain myself and all of you.

Enjoy 🐕

I don't know if I count, but I'm trying my best.

This is not a story with a happy ending.

This is not one of those scenarios in which the grumpy old brother, after a significant amount of time, realises that his sister and his bestfriend are in love and the two of you can live happily ever after.

This is the real life, not an urban fairytale.

And there's a lot to unpack, emotionally.

First of all, you and Noah are not in love. You weren't aware of who he was before an hour ago. In your head you can ear in loop Eric, Eric, Eric, and it's fucking annoying that you actually had had the feeling you know him but you didn't recognised his throat tattoo after licking it. Or his nose. He has the most perfect nose you've ever seen, but nothing. It's not even an excuse that you haven't seen each other for three years because Matt shares videos from their gig on weekly basis, when on tour.

It's the fucking Clark Kent paradox, but instead of a pair of glasses, he got those long, perfect silk hair cut.

Losing the 25% of his charm, in your modest opinion.

But it doesn't matter.

Because when you met Eric, your first impression was that he seemed to be genuine, but shy maybe, in a good way a bit weird.

But genuine.

He is not genuine for the fuck sake! He lied on who he is and now you both have a problem.

Matt hasn't noticed yet, but only because he's too invested in the production of the music video to connect the dots. The way Noah stood in front of you, paralyzed, without talking, was loud enough for someone to notice.

You're sure about that.

After that stupid exchange of words you ran back inside the house telling everyone that it's too hot and you are not use yet to California's sunny day.

Dumbest excuse ever since is almost november, and Texas is warmer than here. But it worked so you can sit on the kitchen counter, and reflect about how much fucked up you are.

This is not even a story in which the main character is overreacting. You're Not. Matt has always hated every boy who laid and eye on you. From the very first boyfriend in mid school to a couple of classmates in highschool that just asked for your help with homeworks. Then, Shawn. He has never tollerated Shawn even if the rest of your family accepted him as a son. Matt never made up a scene in front of him or mistreated him in any way. But behind his back, he talked a lot shit, made you furious every time. He said that Shawn wasn't genuine enough (this adjective is starting to sound funny, at this point), caring enough, that he was drinking too much at your parents dinner table, that he looked too possessive.

In your modest opinion, your brother is terrible in judging others. For real. The issue on the table is always the same one; he is afraid you can get hurt. Matt can't physically stand the sight of you crying or being miserable.

Now, after this long mental digression, it's fair to say that he doesn't have to know. Absolutely. And you need Noah to be on the same page about that. You have to cut any contact with him that is not related to work. The date you have for friday is deleted.

It's sad because you really enjoyed having Eric around.

But he's not fucking Eric.

You don't have the chance to speak face to face with noah until after lunch. When the nerds move on Orie's room to give a first look at the unprocessed scenes and Jolly joined Folio in the pool, Noah is the one who actually comes looking for you.

You are on the sofa, petting Harper. He indulges just one second on the sight of you cuddling the adorable princess of the hous, before take a seat next to you. 《 Harp likes you.》

《 Well, she is not the only one. Isn't she?》

Noah release a long, loud sigh, while is cheeks get pink-ish. 《 You really are outspoken, are you?》. He gives a look at you, straight into your eyes. You are ready. You can feel how reticent he is right now, almost scared to say the wrong thing. 《 You are not gonna tell your brother about...》

《 About you eating me out in you car?》 It's your question, whispered between the two of you like the biggest secret in the world. 《 initially he won't believe us, but further investigations will follow; Maybe he will take the fingerprints from the back window. My hands were there while you were fucking me from behind. And he loves CSI.》

《 I'm serious. Are you going to tell him?》

And he is serious. You were joking, maybe because you feel a little embarrassed, maybe because your dad is right when he says that making fun about serious situations sometimes helps in facing them. But Noah on the other hand doesn't look amused. He looks like thinks you're mocking him.

So you hinale deeply, before looking back at him, leaving all your bullshit behind. And that's the moment in which you start to feel how tense the situation is. 《 I would rather chop my own foot than telling him I fuck with his best friend. He's gonna be furious. To me, but also to you. Do you have any deathwishies? Because I just got a fresh new start and I intend to survive the beginning of the week.》

Noah nods with a slow motion. He seems to have already evaluated any bad scenarios and keep it quiet is for the best of all of you. Especially Matt, who doesn't deserve to end up in jail. 《 So it's a secret between you and me now, Vanessa.》

《Don't you even try to use this card against me, Eric. 》

Noah brings his hands to his eyes. He looks even more concerned than you are. Matt once told you that Noah never had a real family, growing up. He was always on his own, so he formed a family with the friends he chose. Probably he is scared to disappoint Matt as much as you are.

《 Why you lie? Why you told me your name was Eric?》

With another sigh, Noah looked back at you. 《 I don't know. Sometime I ... fuck, you're going to have a bad first impression of me.》

《 Don't worry. I already had a bad first impression of you. 》

When he see you smile softly, he chuckles. It's pure tension right now and not the good one. He is living the horror of being caught with his hands in your honey jar. 《 ...When I meet a girl that sounds like troubles, I never bring her home and I give her a fake name.》

《 Did I sound like a troubles, to you?》

《 Yes because I knew I've already seen you.... but I couldn't recall were or when. And when you told me you had just moved in with your brother for a second I thought 'oh shit its y/n, her tits got bigger'. But then you lie as well and I believe I was in the safe.》

《 You didn't remember anything else but my breast size?》

It makes sense.

In some ways.

Half of fault is on both of you.

《 Sorry I lied》 , he says while rising from the sofa, ready to join his friends and check how the video is going 《 and sorry for... you know. 》

《 ah, don't say anything, we both enjoyed that part》 .

《 yeah, it was...》 Noah stays a couple of second in silence before biting both is lips. 《 We have to stop anyway. I cant loose Matt and he gave us a lecture about NOT fucking around with you, before you arrived.》

Now it's your time to sigh loudly. Yeah, you have seen that coming. But it's fine since you and Noah didn't planned it. You call it a casuality more than an incident.

You haven't big aspectation on Eric, anyway.

You feel like you've lost the capability of love long, after Shawn.

《 I agree. It's not gonna happen again》.

He smiles at you in relieve and you feel the same. 《 Can wait to work with you, than 》

《Otherwise》

He waves his hand before turning around and leave you in the living room. Harper is licking your hand so you start to pet her again, feeling better.

Matt will never know about your rendezvous.

You're washing the dishes after dinner, while Matt is picking up a movie. Even if you convinced yourself that you and Noah took the most resonable way, and also your conversation was short but clearifyng, you cant help yourself but feeling a bit down because you're not going to meet Eric anymore. And you know that Eric doesn't even exist. You will see Noah on a daily basis, and this will help a lot in moving on, but it's gonna be tough for the first week or two.

Because you and Noah are not in love, but you can feel the first syntomps of a beginning crush. Which is legit because Noah is funny and goofy and good-looking. More than that, he was nice to you and didn't force you in silence or nothing. You two have a conversation and reach an easy solution that makes everyone safe. Safe from Matt. After clearing the air, he also asked you for some advices because he never had a PR. It's his job usually and the two of you should work on that together. The prospective makes you nervous since you have no clue about the job itself, and Matt noticed. You know he did.

And you also know that he was waiting the vulnerable silence of your shared flat to talk about this with you.

《 What's wrong with Noah?》

You don't look back at him, rinsing the dishes from the soap. 《 What about Noah?》

《 He froze when he saw you this morning. And then you didn't look so happy about working with him》.

Matt and his way to be fucking direct.

You scroll your shoulders, epically good in lying. 《 I can't tell about him freezing in front of me. But I'm not looking forward to be his assistant and bring him his favorite brand of coffe.... or fold his underwares.》

《 That's not your job. He can make his own caffè and he won't let you fold any of his clothes. Trust me, that man on the edge of an OC diagnosis 》. You mumble something about being good in folding clothes while Matt approaches you, crossing his arm on his chest. 《 C'mon. Do I have to pull the big deal out of you kicking your ass?》

You're trapped because you two are too similar. You can read your brother like a book written for kids. Really dumb kids. And it's the same for him. You can't fool him too long.

《 Alright. I met a guy at the gym. He's name is Eric and he looked nice, but now I'm convinced that he's fake like a three dollar coin. Happy?》

You wait for the ocean of question that Matt is going to storm on you, but.... Nothing. He simply exhales before helping you, drying the dishes and the glasses with a cloat. You feel like you just turned twelve again and he was always around helping with the cores your mom gave you.

《 It's good that you're moving on fast. When I brought you here, I was afraid to see you again in the sane state you were in Texas. Close in your own room, drowing your bad feelings under the blankets. It's a good thing that you go to the gym and meet new people but be careful. People in LA are different from what you're used to. 》

You don't know what to say. You were aspecting Matt to start a lecture about rushing your new life and instead you got a boost. That's a progress.

《 Thanks for the advice》.

《 Just text me every time you're with him. And send me the position in real time so I can check.》

There he is! 《 You almost got me scared. I was wandering where my medieval-mind brother was. 》

《 Shut up!》

A soft laught leaves your mounth while he pours so water from the sink on you. And you oblige, doing it back on him. 《 I won't see Eric again, anyway.》

《 Who's Eric?》

《 Gym guy. He left.》

Matt finished drying the last fork before push you a little, playfully. 《 What did you say to make him run?》

《 Nothing! You asshole!》

The two of you reach the sofa, but apparently he is not done with the conversation. 《 Can you promise just two things?》

《 Alright, shoot》

《 In case this guy will be back and you won't be interested, just call Noah. He is enrolled to the same gym》.

You have to do your best to not laugh or betray yourself in any way. 《 Promise. What else?》

《 You are more than allowed to look for some happiness. You deserve to be loved by someone who is not an idiot as Shawn. Someone who sees the real you.》 You smile with some commotion to these beautiful words, reaching for his hand on the cushion in between you two. 《 But please never date anyone from the crew. No one wants drama while we're hitting the road.》

The smile froze on your lips without giving your brain the chance to process why you suddenly feel so .... disappointed.

《 y/n, pinkie promise?》

A bit reluctant, you grab his pinkie with yours, like you have done billions of time.

《 I promise》.

And you really hope you will be able to keep it.

It takes six days to meet again Noah at the gym. Matt helped you find a class about management and public relations, and day after day, you're learning how you can be useful for the band. Working on websites, taking care of the agenda, and defining schedules sounds scary, but you feel more confident day after day.

Noah is sitting outside his jujitsu class, his mitts next to him, and some bandage in his hand. The other one is busy scrolling the screen of his iPhone. You're reticent in bump into him, but just for a second. You know that if you start to avoid him, it will be a bad habit to lose. So you approach greeting him.

He looks surprised, but just for a couple of seconds, while he's buring the cellphone in his shorts' pocket. 《 How is yoga going?》

《 Fine, nothing noticeable》 , you take a seat next to him, smiling. 《 How jujitsu is going?》

《 Today, not so good》 he answers, showing you his brushed knuckles. Some blood on the right hand is almost dry. 《 I have to change my mitts. These are fucked.》

That's an amazing start of conversation for two people who had sex and then started to pretend that never happened in less than 24 hours.

《 Let me help you with that.》 With a nod, you indicate the bandages. He slowly gives the box to you, and after cleaning your hands with the sanitizer you have in your gym bag, you start to wrap the bandages around his hand gently.

《 How's school going? Matt said that you're taking it so seriously》. There is something in his voice that is illegible. Is he mocking you? Or maybe he is amused? You're focused on his hands to pay attention to his sminking face.

《 Well, I'm supposed to, right?》

《 Why? Why do you want to work with us? I mean... you can find a job as a piercer. I saw you in action and you're really good at it. 》

After fixing his left hand, you proceed to the other one, avoiding his gaze. 《 Do you want me to be honest?》

《 You can be honest, or you can be Vanessa 》.

A sigh escapes from your lips, uncontrolled. The audacity of this bitch. 《 Because I want the money. Because I want to spend a lot of time with my brother. Because I want to choose my job and leave the one my prick ex chose for me behind. Because I have nothing left to lose. I want to love my life again, waking up in the morning with a purpose.》

You have no idea why you're opening up to someone you barely know. But it is what it is. You can't have a fresh new start if you are not honest with yourself.

And when you look at Noah, you find respect in his gaze. 《 You just move in LA, and i'm not gonna lie to you: it's hard work. Are you sure you can take this?》

《 I'm used to fight any battle at my lowest》 it's your answer. The most honest one you can guarantee to him. 《 I'm ready to drag myself if it's necessary and only if it's forward. I need a hurricane to shake up my entire existence》.

《 Well well, you might have found the right one. Our new record could be a total disaster or grant us more than I can even imagine. You pick up the right train or, at least, you will enjoy every second of my downfall》

《 You're so drammatic, like every singer. 》

Noah giggles at your last affirmation before checking his hands. 《 thanks. You're already an amazing assistant. 》

《 I'm not your fucking secretary. 》

《 So who are you, y/n?》

A broken doll.

A girl that just wants to be love.

A woman covered in scars, who has a heart hidden in meters and meters of barber wire to prevent everyone from hurting it again.

《 A friend, Noah.》

And you can tell by his smile that it's the right answer he was waiting for. And this beautiful and sincere smile could be enough to put aside any crush you can develop in order to gain a true friend.

《 Lets grab a beer, then.》

A/N : I know that probably a lot of you are here for the smut, but I rethink this ff with a lot of realistic scenarios and the idea of writing a friends to lovers. It's my first attempt on this topic, and I'm thrilling to recieve any thought about it from you! I left an important hint for the future in the text by the way.

You can also send me inbox about my ff, about Bad Omens in general or headcanons! It's gonna be fun if you give me some credit ♡

I also added a song in the beginning that should be a sort of soundtrack for the chapter. I added it to the first chapter as well if you want to check!

Lastly, if you wish to be added to my tag list, comment here or send me a pm!

[m0nster-babi]

Slip Up

Regressor! Bruce Wayne/Batman, Caregiver! Alfred Pennyworth, ft. Clark Kent/Superman

Angst/comfort

This is not tied to any particular incarnation of Batman

Warnings: mentions of a fake gun, amateur writing

Alfred could tell Bruce was at least a little distressed when he had exited the BatMobile, which was odd since the Justice League didn't even have a big mission today. Just some minor crimes and then filing reports about them. At most, there was a bank robber in Metropolis armed with a 'gun' that turned out just to be a painted airsoft for scare. Alfred sometimes reads through reports as they are submitted into the system.

Regardless of no real big findings today, Bruce still headed straight for the computer like always. Alfred was still able to catch that slight look of distress before he sat down and turned away, though; the way his brow was furrowed not in the usual scowl but a deeper emotion, his lips tightened and mouth minorly askewed into an almost grimace of pain inperceivable to just about anyone except for Al. It made him worried for his ward.

"Are you alright, Master Bruce?" he asked gently. Not so gently as to sound tender, as too much care seemed to put off 'The Batman' causing him to shut down or flee, even though he had been cared for by this same man since he was born. However, today Batman didn't hide. It almost seemed as if 'Batman' wasn't there at all by the way the response of, "Nothing," came out. It wasn't laced with gruff or the secret hidden fear of letting people close that Alfred knew he suffered. It didn't sound like Batman at all. He sounded. . . embarrassed. Like a child not wanting to speak about something cause they just wanted to bury it.

"Are you certain?" he pushed, now more just curious than worried. "Is something on your mind?"

"No, I'm fine. Nothing happened, just. . ." Bruce never finished the sentence. Remarkably unlike him. He hadn't even looked at anything on the computer yet despite having sat down in front of it. When he finally typed something, it was only the password to unlock the computer, then he was a bit frozen all over again.

Alfred just stood there, pondering. Bruce must've felt the stare on him.

"I just. . . said something really dumb. That's all." His voice had gotten quieter, and he refused to look at Alfred. Now he was worried again, cause this must mean that it was very serious to Bruce.

Alfred stepped closer till he could put his hand on Bruce's shoulder. He then slid his hand to the back of the neck, where the cowl met the suit and could be removed separately. A silent gesture Bruce caught on to as he hesitantly removed the cowl.

"I'm sure whatever was said can be forgiven by your team. They are all kind and understanding people, even towards someone as hard on the outside as you, Master Bruce." Though the last part was a small jab at the suited man, it was said with no contempt. Only comfort.

Bruce was slightly curled in on himself, and Alfred swore he could see the gleam on his ward's eyes; the gleam of watery eyes that had not yet gathered tears to shed. He hadn't seen Bruce this distraught over anything in the past dealing with the Justice League. He has come home preoccupied with guilt from being hard on the team. He has come home saddened at the team openly discussing feeling distant from him and he expressed to Alfred he just can't break past his own barriers. He has come home dissociated after grueling missions that have left the team wounded to the point of hospitalization.

But Alfred has never seen him so embarrassed to the point of possibly crying. This highly-volatile emotional state is unheard of from him.

Almost unheard of. . .

He's fidgeting with his hands, too.

'Oh, my love,' Alfred thought to himself in realization.

Alfred moved himself more to Bruce's side, practically in front of the chair, so that he could cup the boy's cheek in his hand. Those big, round eyes, definitely wet with tears about to form, finally looked up at him before he gently swatted Al's hand away and scooted the chair just a couple inches away from him. He whined as he did, a protest to it all.

"There's no need for shame, my dear."

Alfred then heard Bruce sniffle as he leaned over the desk, putting his head in his hands.

Regression was not new to them, but Bruce took much warming up to it. Realizing he did it involuntary and that it was okay was a battle to get him to realize. Then he denied himself from wanting to regress voluntarily. Then there's all the stuff inbetween such as what he wanted during regression: bottles or sippies or big boy cups, diapers or pull ups or neither, pacis or not, what toys, what books, ect. It was a fight that has lasted since his teen years, and he still admits to feeling bad about it or that he's a burden.

"How about you tell me what happened, what you said. Maybe I can help you," he attempted at redirecting the conversation back to the original topic.

Bruce sniffled again, and then breathed for a moment. He finally lifted his head from his hands. The tears had broken free, but at least he could talk.

*

In the Watchtower, the League was split up here and there. They had their briefing about some of the petty crimes that had teamed up on, but they all still had to write out individual reports about ones they handled on their own that night. Some liked to chat with each other, like Flash and Wonder Woman. Others liked to write alone, like Batman. But he didn't get his alone time at first. Superman had followed him through the hallways.

"I'm just suggesting to not put yourself so close to danger. Yes, it turned out to be an airsoft, but you were awfully confident for someone who couldn't confirm that from a quick, non-studying glance." Superman deemed Batman's actions that night as a bit reckless, but ultimately wasn't hounding him.

"My suit could've taken a real bullet anyways," Batman grunted back. He was sort of paying attention to Superman's talk, but he felt a little dazed. The thing was: he didn't realize he was dazed. He didn't take notice of his involuntary tuning-out of everything. He didn't feel the floors beneath his feet. He didn't have visual confirmation of where he was heading and was rather on autopilot. He couldn't feel his movements as he walked. Just dazed and unaware of it.

He could hear Superman say some other things, and he comprehended it was about being safe, but he couldn't actually recall a single word that was being said to him.

He then felt himself say something in return. It took him a second to realize what he said, though it felt like an eternity of trying to understand what it was.

"Okay, Daddy."

He said it so casually. It just slipped off his tongue. It held no weight when he said it; nothing stopped it from coming out, but when he realized, it hit him like a ton of cartoon bricks and he felt his throat close up.

They both paused physically and verbally. Batman was just internally shocked but didn't dare look or talk to Superman. He kept asking himself why he said that. Why did he say that? Why did he say that? Why did he say that?

Why did he let himself say that?!

"Well excuuuuse me for caring about this team!" Superman broke the silence with a jest. He was chuckling, but Batman couldn't process why immediately. "Okay, maybe I'm a little overbearing, but you still mean a lot to me, Bats!" He chuckled a bit more. He lightly placed his hand on the other man's shoulder as if bracing himself in whatever hilarity he perceived this as.

Batman slowly looked up at him, but Superman must've not seen the horror underneath the cowl. "I didn't know you could make a joke," he spoke as he started turning the other direction. "I'll get off your back for tonight, sonny." He spoke the last word with laughter still stuck to his voice as he half-waved, than walked away.

Batman was still stunned. Okay. Superman took it as a jest, that Bats was remarking on Superman's fatherly concern. That should have Batman relieved, but it doesn't.

Why did he let himself say that?

*

Bruce spoke a bit broken up and unformulaic as he tried to recount the events. The tears still ran down his face, but he didn't break down into sobs at any point.

"It just came out. I didn't think it, I just said it." Bruce was now rambling slightly through his sniffles and labored breaths to try and keep from breaking down.

"I'm certain if Superman understood, he would still forgive you for the slip," Alfred tried to comfort him.

"I shouldn't think that stuff. I was with the others, I was workin'. I shouldn't think that stuff when workin'." It was progressively getting harder to keep himself calm.

Alfred knows that his baby isn't mad for calling Superman 'Daddy', necessarily. If that were the case, it would all have been solved when Superman took it as a joke. No, he was upset that he was regressing involuntarily in front of other people. On top of that, this might have been a passing thought in his mind for a while, thinking of Clark as a caregiver. Alfred fought hard to get Bruce to see that regression wasn't gross or weak just between the two of them, but they both knew very well what outsiders thought. And Bruce, despite what others say, cares a lot about what others think about him.

"Aw, sweetheart," Alfred had caught back up to Bruce's side and grabbed one of his ward's hands. "Superman would never hurt you. You know that, don't you? He's always kind and gentle. He would understand." Al sandwiched the hand between his own, and rubbed his thumb soothingly over the top of it. "It will be alright, my love."

Bruce finally just let himself cry as Alfred pulled him into a hug. With Bruce still sitting, his head was cradled in Alfie's chest. He moved his head to the side so he could hear his heartbeat, and that helped him calm down again. That, and the gentle hand sliding up and down his back that he could feel even through the suit.

"Why don't we get you changed out of this tight suit, get you cleaned up with a bath, change into some soft pajamas, and I'll make your favorite tonight: mulligatawny soup. How does that sound, little one?"

He felt more than saw Bruce nod as his cry had returned to labored breaths.

[dairy-farmer]

No idea if this is your cup of tea, but it's a compelling thought! What if?? BRUCE was the one who got fucked?

First, I mean.

Just your average Heroic Shenanigans. Cartoonish ray gun. They get zapped. And their bodies go from Cis A to Cis B, as it were. Still both guys. But now? TIM is the Cisgendered male and Bruce is sporting magnificent sweater meats.

Their enemy sees his life flash before his eyes.

He just bimbo-ified Batman.

Boobies.

It ends, for him, in INCREDIBLE pain. And Bruce seizes the ray gun. Tim is just marveling at his fresh new Penis. You... you think he'll get chest hair, B? A beard? *shoujo eye sparkle*

Bruce knows a trap when he sees one. Get your barely pubescent ass in the car, Robin.

Sadly? (For Bruce at least.) IVY~☆! Our girl, back at it again! Moving the plot forward!! Wooooo! But oh NO! THIS Time? Bruce has girly bits! Robin's been hit! There is NO WAY IN HELL he is hiring a prostitute or asking CLARK. Isn't even sure Clark COULD help, what with being a different species.

The guilt and self blame is crippling.

Robin is suffering.

Bruce feels like a knife is digging into him. But he drives anyway. Gets his whimpering son, ink barely even dry on those pages, and him decontamination. Struggles to think. They need... certain proteins. Well, HE does. Tim has been made cis gendered. He just needs... too...

Bruce's brilliant mind grinds to a halt.

Their temperature is climbing.

They very much DO risk cooking alive. Fuck. Damn it. It shouldn't...

Tim deserves better then this. But it's what he has. Bruce can only promise himself to take care of him, make things feel good.

So he scoops Tim up, takes him back to his own room, and gets him settled on the bed. And, admittedly, he's usually on the RECEIVING side... but he has always been a quick study. He knows what feels good.

From the almost wounded cry and helpless arching of his back? He'd guess Tim agrees. Let's Tim desperately grab his hair like a life line, as he carefully relaxes his throat, sucks him down. Bruce finds there's a pattern to it. It's almost meditative.

Tim, however, is losing his mind.

And that's BEFORE Bruce straddles him. Grinding powerful hips down on his new, barely an hour old cock. He wants to buck and squirm but Bruce won't let him. Is forced to be still for him. Be GOOD. As he watches Bruce, Batman, use Tim's cock to take his own virginity.

Can only hold on, desperately bucking his hips, begging, as Bruce rides him. Wondering if he would feel even half as good. Half as wet and tight, as hot. Trying to remember how Bruce is moving his hips for future reference, but being overwhelmed. Cumming. Utterly sloppy.

And? Bruce being unable to look away from how DESPERATE Tim is for him. Humping and writhing underneath him, sweaty and ruined. Nuzzling into every touch like it's the best thing he's ever felt. Feeling in control for once. Calm.

It's dangerously addictive.

Bruce has built up something of a resistance too Pollen. Tim hasn't yet. So it takes a WHILE to bring Tim's fever down. He fills Bruce up. Makes a mess of himself. All the while, whining for Bruce to soothe him, milk him, more. Adorable and fussy.

Bruce knows he shouldn't be enjoying this so much.

But the slick tribute to how GOOD he made his boy feel, running down his legs when he stands up? Makes him want to do things to Tim with a cock he doesn't even have right now. He controls himself instead. Tells himself it's the Pollen. Cleans them up and cuddles Tim close, to help with the crash.

....is absolutely lying to himself, he realizes, after he figure out how the Ray gun works.

They are back to their original genders. But his eyes can't seem to leave Tim. Thoughts drifting, planning and plotting and they tend too, on how he should... WOULD... EXACTLY, go about... Relieving Tim of a Pollen Fever. If, say, a counter-agent were unavailable.

One must always have a plan, after all.

And, technically, it WOULD be his first time. Again. Which... really, given the statistics... that seems dangerous. Doesn't it? What if he DOES get hit again? He could get traumatized. Come to believe sex is painful and frightening. It's... it's practically, Bruce's DUTY, isn't it? Too insure that he kearn in a safe environment?

He should lose his virginity to someone trustworthy. Somewhere clean, safe, where it's possible for his partner to take their time. And since it's already happened ONCE...

Bruce, master of self-justification, pulls Tim into his room for round two. Lazily eats him out like he has nowhere else to be, Tim pinned and unable to escape the teasing. Gentle, persistent, fingers working him open til his body seems to just give up. Is able to take what ever Bruce decides to push into him.

Bruce starting slow but working up to mercilessly pounding his best spots, making everything light up behind his eyes. Fucking noises out of him Tim would be embarrassed by, if his brain wasn't melted goo.

Bruce getting addicted.

Someday a woman, some days a man, but always pounding Tim against every surface he can find. Letting him cling and be needy. Pump loads into him, when the options there. Fucking loads into him, when the chance arises.

They end up pregnant. Yes, both of them.

Damian arrived. Agitated and strained things. Tim needed to know Bruce loved him. And... well, a weekend away turned into a week... Bruce forgot to pack the birth control... was unaware they even COULD get pregnant, switching between forms like that...

......suprise?

The noise Dick makes is unholy and pure wrath.

He tries to kill him.

-🐼🐼🐼

bimbo-ified bruce 😭

the two of them ending up pregnant at the same time because bruce was completely focused on getting what he wanted 😩

him baby trapping tim x 2😩😩

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lost Boys

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: After Jonathan Lane Kent wipes himself from existence by canceling his own timeline, he finds himself stuck in the afterlife where he meets Jason Todd. He still wonders about the life un-lived on Earth, and how his parents would've felt about him.

Jason Todd, who is making the most of being dead, struggles with the reality of what he's left behind. He has one wish and one wish only: to send his family one final message.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent (Laney), Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Boston Brand, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, John Constantine, Raven, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Relationships: Platonic JayLaney

Additional Tags: Angst, Platonic Relationships, Magical Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Queerplatonic Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, POV Multiple

Chapter One: I'm Just A Kid (Laney's POV)

He belonged in heaven. I don't mean that in a he-was-too-soft-for-this-world way or a he-was-the-most-beautiful-thing-I'd-ever-seen way. Jason never looked more at home than when he was in heaven being my best friend... Hell, he was my only friend.

I remember when I met him. I'd just come out of the fog of wiping myself from existence, and I was all alone. I spent who knows how long by myself before the day at the lake changed everything. I dipped my feet in the water and watched as the fish swam past. Freshwater fish had such engaging colors. I often spent my days there watching them swim around. It was always the same group of fish.

That day, in particular, I was overcome by loneliness, and I found myself crying. I just wanted it to end. I wanted to end the loneliness, and I thought if I could die somehow for good that the pain would be over.

I wanted to throw myself into the lake and sink to the bottom, and just before I could muster up the courage to do anything, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Mind if I join you?" the voice asked. I turned to face the source with tears in my eyes, and when I saw how Jason was dressed, I laughed.

"Hey! It's not that funny," he replied, "I'm Jason... Can I join you?"

"I was gonna drown myself, and it'd be awkward if—."

"I was around to watch?" Jason interrupted. "I don't think it works like that up here." He took off his pixie boots and dipped his foot in the water. "I don't suppose you took it into consideration that we're already dead."

"I don't know," I mumbled, "I was just thinking maybe I could—. Wait, how have I been alone so long, and why'd you just show up today?"

"I've never wandered out this way. If that's why you're doing this, I'm here now, I know where all the other people are," Jason whispered, "You still haven't told me your name."

"I don't exist anymore," I replied.

He walked around on his hands and plopped down right next to me. "Doesn't matter if you exist anymore or not. I'm sure you had a name before. What was your name when you existed?" Jason asked. He didn't look directly at me. Instead, he stared at the horizon.

"Jonathan Lane Kent," I answered.

"Laney?" he suggested.

"Sure... I guess," I replied. I hated it, but I didn't really feel like being Jonathan anymore.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

After sitting with him for what felt like hours, he got up to leave, and I grabbed his hand. "Please," I begged. I couldn't bear to be alone again. He squeezed my hand, and he took me to a cottage.

Jason stopped at the door. "This is my favorite part of being here," Jason whispered with a big smile on his face. "Ma! I'm home!"

She opened the door and embraced him, and he introduced me to her. "This is my Ma, Catherine," Jason replied as he went into the kitchen and set the table.

Something in me felt sorry for him. I almost forgot how badly I felt before I met him. He made my plate, and I stood there wondering why he felt the need to make dinner for dead people. I stood in the doorway and watched as he worked, and I pushed a hand through my hair. "Laney, you eat beef?" Jason asked. I nodded.

We all sat at the table and started to eat. Catherine doted on him and fixed his collar, and they talked about the food and their life. I was too busy stuffing my face to include myself in the conversation. The food was good. I hadn't tasted anything in so long. Their cottage was so warm and inviting that I almost forgot I wasn't alive. "Have any family you might want to see here?" Catherine asked. I shook my head. "Well, you can stay with us."

I smiled at her. I could see where Jason got his warmth. He poured me a glass of juice, and something in his eyes seemed sad. "So, who are you?" Jason asked. "Who are your parents?"

"My parents?" I asked. Jason nodded. "Clark and Lois Kent... Superman and Lois Lane? I dunno if they're even—."

"I figured, I just wanted to make sure," Jason whispered, "But you don't seem like—."

"I wasn't raised by them. It's a long story," I interrupted. Jason nodded. "But I don't exist anymore, so I don't really belong to anyone."

"Belong to?" Jason and Catherine questioned me at the same time, and I went back to eating. I didn't know what to say. I just didn't want to speak anymore.

The dinner seemed neverending. Part of me didn't want it to end. When the day as we knew it was over, we lay out among the stars, and I stared up at the sky. I wanted the night to stretch on forever. I thought that if the night ended that everything would be over. I thought I'd be alone again. "I was sad at first, but I think it's okay that I'm dead," Jason stated. I turned to look at him as tears streamed down the side of his face. "I um—. I miss him, though." He sniffed, and I turned on my side and reached for his shoulder before stopping myself.

"Who?" I asked. He turned his head away from me.

"Bruce... I mean, I know I'm better off here, but I—. No. I know... I just want to say it... I never said it when I was alive," Jason cried. "He was more of a dad to me than my own—. He was my dad. I just want to talk to him one more time."

I brushed his hand with my pinkie and looked back up at the sky. "I killed a lot of people, Jason... I don't know. I um—. I had to erase myself from existence to keep from messing up the entire—. I don't think my dad would want to talk to me even if I—."

He took a sharp inhale of air, and I sat up. Before I could try to say anything else, Jason wrapped his arms around me, and he held me. "We're never gonna grow up, Laney," he mumbled into my shoulder, and I burst into tears. It was the first time in my life that anyone ever just held me, and the first time I realized that I was just a kid too. We stayed there underneath the stars until the sun came out.

[pin-crusher2000]

Earth-66 Origins: Jon Kent

On June 20th 2009, a little baby boy with violet eyes & black hair was born to reporters: Clark Kent & Lois Lane. Clark however was special: he was the number one hero Superman. When Jon grew, he was oblivious about his father being a superhero & himself being half alien, until one day after school around the age of 7/8.

It was Friday, the last day of school for the week & little Johnny & some of his friends (Kathy Braden being one of them) decided to go to the nearby park to hang before it got dark.

When they got there, they saw the biggest bully from their school (plus some goons of the bully) Melvin Masters (yes that Melvin from the super sons movie, however my design of the character is fat with a younger voice & baby face to fit the character better XD) picking on some kids younger & weaker than him, (strongest & tallest kid in the third grade; 5’6/7, tough as a fifth grader…..so far, wink wink)

Jon decided to confront him, telling him to pick on somebody his own size, (Jon definitely said “there’s no one your size, due to his mom sass XD) due to strength & size difference, Melvin & his gang of bullies decided to beat up Jon, giving him a bloody nose, bruised face, a wedgie, and a hit to the crotch. (Jon did get some licks in but not enough, he has the strength of a small 7/8 year old)

One of the bullies sat on top of Jon pinning him to the ground, & Melvin decided to do one of the worst things a bully can do: Fart in his face. Melvin squatted down over Jon & rip a big nasty one right in front of his face. (Made one of the bully’s gagged) the gang of bullies laughed & ran away with Melvin saying: “smell you later fart face!” & quickly left the park.

Kathy helped Jon up & asked: “are you ok?” Jon sniffled & told her: “I-i’m alright, just just….leave me alone!” Jon took off running back to his home with tears running down his face.

Jon went into the backyard when he got back home, it was almost dark, the sun was setting, crying his eyes out. A high pitched cry was heard, out in the open sky: a hawk was flying overhead, Jon looked up to look at it. Jon was deeply afraid of hawks, with their sharp talons & mean looking faces. With fear, sadness, & anger (from getting his butt kicked by bullies; not able to defend others) Jon’s eyes turn red & shot out two red beams of heat, killing the hawk.

Jon gasps & ran into the nearby barn & hide himself. Still crying, he thought himself a monster, until a deep voice spoke out. “Jon, you up there kiddo, are you ok?” It was his dad, Clark Kent. Jon spoke, with a tremble in his voice: “n-no dad! Somethings wrong with me! I-I-I think I’m a freak! S-stay away from me, dad!” Clark chuckled “Jon, you’re not a freak, you are different, come on down so I can explain something to you.” (On the way home from superhero work, Clark saw the two beams of fire & used his vision powers to see it was Jon) Jon was puzzled. “H-how are you gonna explain, dad, I-I’m a human, not a-“ before he can finish his sentence, Clark appears wearing his Superman suit while wearing his glasses. Jon eyes went from a confused & frightful look to a surprise look.

Jon was no ordinary human: he is a half-human, and before Jon knew it: He Was SUPERBOY: Son Of Superman.

The end :)

Notes:

1: Jon actually unlocked his powers between the ages of 3-5, it was superhearing. Clark & Lois thought he had autism & gave him noise canceling headphones to help cope with loud noises. He develops the more lethal powers like heat vision, between 7/8-10.

2: When Kon & Chris heard he got beat up by bullies, Jon & his brothers decided to go get Justice for their sweet baby brother.

They disguised themselves:

Jon: a red shirt, jeans, & boots, a cowboy hat, sunglasses & and red bandana. (Acts like a preoutfit)

Chris: a blue shirt, jeans, & boots, a Batman plastic cowl, & a blue bandanna to cover his mouth.

Kon: has a skull bandana, sunglasses, & a sideways black hat, plus jeans & boots.

They found the bully & delivered some sweet justice:

Kon & Chris threw him back & forth to each other like passing a hot potato in the air, Chris lifted him up with his shadow powers & Kon & Jon tickled his bare feet, & Jon got the best justice of all: farting in his face.

3: the only canon story that’s part of Earth-66 was the Manchester Black story arc, the only difference is that it’s only him & Kathy’s grandfather Cobb as the “villains.” The superfamily stopped black the same way, but knocked him out instead of his mind going into a cow. (Kathy also kicked Black in the crotch from behind after hurting her grandpa; he lived in my universe)

oh, supersons are also canon; just the meeting & kid amazo arcs. Jon & Damian met the same way in the animated movie, just the ages were smaller, 7/8 & 10/11. (With Damian being less arrogant)

4: here’s Jon’s outfits:

Pre outfit: Same as mention above.

First outfit: pretty much his dad’s outfit with a red trunks but with red gloves & red/blue domino mask with white lenses. (8-12)

Second outfit: his “older” outfit but with cowboy accessories on top plus blue domino mask. (Cowboy hat, blue bandana, blue jacket) (got this on his 13th birthday; 13-present)

Have any questions, comments, or concerns? Let me know! Criticisms is ok ;)





[widowshill]

*eyezoomies at Proposal Second*

wip title ask game! i guess what it says on the tin: it's the second version of a few attempts at writing Roger's proposal to Vicki, part of my pet alternate timeline where with jeffpeter's disappearance she's essentially made an early widow, and Roger's the one that pulls her off the cliff instead. he takes her to London with him to get her mind off of everything and keep an eye on her, and when they get back they're dealing with Quentin Haunting Bullshit in the middle of dealing with their own feelings that developed further when they were away. David and Amy are to be sent away to school to get them out of Quentin's grasp, which prompts Vicki wondering if she should/if she has a good reason to stay since she won't be governessing them, and Roger is very desperate for her to stay (and so offers her a good reason).

“Good morning, Roger.” He looked almost startled to see her, and was back to his game after only a quick glance — carefully selected stones slicing neat, dark bruises through the sunlight on the water. 

“Miss Winters.” 

She took a seat behind him, content to watch; she’d never quite mastered the throw, despite his coaching, and he seemed to enjoy showing off. Roger said nothing more; no doubt contained in thought, to call her that, of all things … though he’d never been especially fond of referring to her by her legal name. How he’d winced when the hotel clerk had greeted her with a smile and a ‘good afternoon, Mrs. Clark’ (and pretended, emphatically, he’d done nothing of the kind).

For a few minutes the quiet stretched on — as much as the peak of Widows’ Hill could ever be truly quiet, with the howl of the wind, and the cry of the gulls, and the low growl of the waves — and Vicki, appreciatively, let her eye rest at the twist of his shoulder, the folds that formed and went slack again as he threw, the curl of his knuckles around rock, as decadently oversized as one might imagine Zeus’ hands around Sisyphus’s boulder. Small and unimportant in his palm, and yet he tossed the pebbles in again, and again, and again, and again.

“We missed you at breakfast,” his governess said at length, when it became clear the silence was her burden to break. 

“Did you?” He’d used up the last of his handful, and frowned at the final stone in his palm before tossing it away — attached with some rumination or malediction unknown to her. To all things, the sea. “I’m afraid I wasn’t hungry. I’ll find something later.” 

“Already saved you the best.” From her coat pocket, carefully wrapped, she withdrew a nigh-immaculate croissant, slathered with so much butter there was no question she’d added that touch herself. Mrs. Johnson would have thoroughly protested … that is, if she’d seen her do it. “And don’t even think about it. You’ve skipped breakfast every day this week; don’t think I haven’t noticed.” 

[sunnie-angel]

Jason Todd x fem!reader (set in the Injustice universe) where it’s wedding day and their 2 yr old son sees reader walking down the isle and shouts “HEY MOM! :D” before running to her for a hug. Based entirely on this video:

https://youtube.com/shorts/5VF9x1Utl_M?si=hk0RFIEMfK1VA07R

(I am also a girl-dad-Jason truther, but… man, the short above almost made me cry lmao)

It’s both ironic and bittersweet, really; the world around them continues to implode in on itself. Despite that, Jason has been the healthiest and happiest he’s ever been. Meanwhile, most of the audience are reminded of just how things have fallen from grace. ESPECIALLY Bruce and Clark, those two knuckle headed fucks are the ones hurting the most as they gaze on at you and your squealing son embracing each other, soon hand in hand, continuing down the isle. Bruce is proud, but depressed at the fact that he didn’t even know of your son’s existence until today. Clark can’t stop thinking about how that could’ve been him, Louis, and their unborn child.

(This specific reader is based on a OC I have and I’m too embarrassed to go on and on about her since her ENTIRE back story and job/ capabilities is based on the main character of a game 💀💀 god, tHE LORE but imma refrain. Reader is wearing a red wedding dress 🤭)

-🥭

my first emoji anon! thank you so much for stopping by 💕 in my mind we sharing a bowl of mango sago.

this is such an interesting concept, i had to do a little research since i’m not that familiar with injustice but oh, this universe makes the whole concept so lovely and bittersweet. this moment of happiness and hope also being a reminder of just how twisted the world has gotten. bruce being slapped in the face with just how bad his relationship with jason has truly gotten, clark being forced to see everything he’s lost the chance to have.

i will always be a girl dad jason truther nonny, but that video makes a very good case! personally i think being a boy dad would come with a lot of luggage surrounding jason’s own relationship with bruce.

oh and the red wedding dress! red, with so many meanings. love and passion, jason’s own vigilante symbol. but also blood, anger, danger. so many lovely layers but also a such a striking image! i so badly want to see the wedding pictures, your little boy tucked up in between the two of you.

nonny if you ever want to talk about your oc more, my inbox is open! i love seeing what people in this fandom come up with and all the wonderful ways they think about jason.

[whalehouse1]

The Separate RoTS Kon and Comic Kon AU

@thefaeriefeatherdark

So this AU is basically part of my own extended DC universe (we all have one and mine is still very much in development), where Connor (Young Justice Superboy), Kon (Comic's Superboy), and Maik (Reign of the Supermen's Superboy) all exist concurrently. Kon is the first clone but it is the one with TTK and Lex as the other father (all three technically are in this scenario), and it pretty much plays out with ignoring him getting erased cause I'm not playing that game with DC. After Clark finally gets used to him being around, they find out about Connor, who, unlike Kon, has more Kryptonian abilities, mainly what he has in the cartoon, but I think he deserves heat vision and ice breath because I like them and he deserves something too. Clark is a lot worse to him than he was to Kon, if only because how does Lex keep getting his DNA and Connor is a tad more standoffish and he didn't feel like he was ever part of Young Justice here because, well Kon was already there and you don't need two Supers (stupid hypothesis I know, but what can you do?). Also unlike Kon, he does age, albeit slower than most people. Young Justice does keep inviting him to join (the team being from their original run plus M'gann and Kaldur, but he thinks it's just pity and ends up on the Outsiders. He still ends up with M'gann though cause it's a cute ship to me. After they get married and Jon is around 10 (no Bendis time skip and the aging is different because otherwise Lois would be having Jon at 75, and a key point of this AU is to fill Ma and Pa Kent's outside table with family), is when Lex displays the newest "invention" of Lexcorp, Superboy. Now, I never watched Reign of the Supermen and have very cursory knowledge about it, so this will deviate a lot more than the rest. Superboy (here-fore referred to as Maik due to later reasons), is made basically act how the music industry used Justin Beiber when he was a child, and he is 12 because he looked like a 12 year old when I saw him. He is literally a marketing ploy for Lex to show off he can mass produce Supermen who are more obedient and humans can trust since they're American Made. Lex uses him literally to show up Superman and even has him fight the other three Superboys to show how much better the man made ones are, always during disasters. One day during a disaster, he fumbles it hard, causing more destruction than should have happened (ignoring that Lex caused the disaster in the first place), Lex takes him to the lab to euthanize him with a kryptonite syringe. Kara was having lunch nearby with some friends and hears Maik screaming and crying and excuses herself and busts into the lab and sees Lex trying to pin Maik down to kill him and she goes feral. She burns Lex's hand so he drops the syringe and then gets up close and personal. The end of the fight being that despite being at least 100' underground, Lex is lands outside the hole Kara made and she keeps going, horrifying the onlookers until Maik finally climbs out (only super jumping, flight comes later) and tells the crowd what Luthor tried to do to him, but obviously, a human being turned into a squeak toy by a Kryptonian isn't good for optics, despite the youth's pleas. Luckily, Lois and Jon heard the commotion and Jon throws a rock at Kara who stops and realizes what she's doing, spits on Lex, grabs Maik by the hand and flies off with him. Clark, Lois and Jon find them at the farm with Ma making them sandwiches to eat. Kara and Maik explain what happened and afterwards, Clark says they need a name for him if he's staying. Given he's 12 physically and less than a year old legally, he has to stay somewhere and since Lex has a boner for both Kal and Clark, they decide he should stay with the Danvers who are okay with the situation but scold Kara for almost killing a person even if he deserves it cause she was raised better than that. They say they need to name him something and Kara has been teaching Jon, Kon and Connor some Kryptonian and Jon suggests Maik El, which I don't know if there is a Krypotonian language that's actually made-

[forevfangirlwrites]

chapter 4: play stupid games, win stupid prizes

The next morning Percy doesn’t pass her locker. Which is good, because she has no idea how she’s going to face him now.

Shower, food, and sleep has her in a better state, but there’s no denying that Percy made her cry yesterday. And while she hates that he saw her like that, she still remembers the guilt on his face as she walked away.

I didn’t mean to make you cry. Percy’s words come back to her. They’ve been following her around, making her wonder just how true that was. The guilt on his face…did he actually not mean to hurt her?

It’s too confusing and honestly, she’s a little embarrassed and mostly hopes that she can pretend it never happened.

At least, that’s her goal if Percy tries to bring it up.

But she doesn’t see him at all until math class. He’s actually there earlier than her for once and she avoids looking at him as she takes her seat.

And given that this would be the point where he makes some sort of comment to her, the fact that he doesn’t makes her wonder if he’s just planning on ignoring her entirely.

She doesn’t know how to feel about that and busies herself with getting out her things. On one hand, it’s easier if he’s not talking to her, but she’s sort of offended by the principle of the thing and—

A poke on her arm startles her. She turns to see Percy holding out her pencil. Somehow she missed it rolling off her desk and for a second she just stares at his outstretched hand.

“You dropped this, princess,” he says simply. Is she going crazy or did he just call her princess without his usual snarky tone?

Before she can say anything else he throws her a cocky smirk.

“Gotta pay attention, princess, no need to daydream about me.”

She scoffs almost automatically. “Yeah, right, Jackson.”

He just continues to smirk and she turns back to her notebook as the bell rings, feeling her lips tilt upward.

So they are pretending it didn’t happen. But there’s something different…a shift.

Mrs. Clark begins to talk, but she can’t help but glance over at him again. He catches her eye and raises an eyebrow. She quickly looks back at the board.

Yep. Definitely a shift.

-.-

“So are we finally done?” Percy asks, running a hand over his face.

His exasperation brings a smile to her face. It’s amusing for him to be the fed-up one for once. She’s about to respond when a knock on his door stops her.

“One sec,” he says to her, his finger tapping the screen, before he turns to someone just out of frame.

The last leg of the script had to be completed over a video call since Percy informed her at the end of math that he couldn’t stay after school.

“It’s fine,” she’d told him. “I can finish it by myself.”

He’d just narrowed his eyes at her. “Right, so you can turn to Mr. Brunner and tell him I did nothing and then I’m stuck in an even longer detention.”

This logic still doesn’t make sense to her, because why would she even do that? Completing the script had mostly been her, anyway, with Percy occasionally agreeing or making some joke at the football team’s expense.

But it’s worth it now because Percy has most definitely not muted his mic and though she can’t hear what the other person is saying, she can hear him clearly.

“Yeah,” he nods to whatever the person is saying. “That girl I told you about.”

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Sickness of waiting under your thumb (sickness from you)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PCaectl by Only_The_Queerest_Gods_Hypnos_and_Apollo Bruce Wayne convinces himself that the best way to save the world from Superman, and the Kryptonians, after the events of Black Zero, is to eliminate any and all Kryptonians. Including Superman. Just another one of his contingency plans. Routine. Straightforward. But there was nothing routine or straightforward about accidentally falling in love with Superman along the way, outside of his Bat Persona, all Bruce- Nor will there be anything straight-forward or routine to have to kill him for his goals, his ideals, his planet. Especially as Superman is still so in love with him. For anyone who had wondered if things had gone a slightly more wrong angle during the Superbat love stories when Bruce had intended to kill him originally: a what if of hope, terror, betrayal, love and, inevitably loss, and the reality he has to face along with it. Words: 3157, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Man of Steel (2013) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Rao (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Holy shiit I made myself cry whilst writing this, no like seriously a tear jerker, I wrote this all in one evening, After drinking, and after a sad dream, so I am so sorry this is soo sad, if you can't handle it right now please don't read it right now, Sad Ending, Sad Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Acts Like a Sad Wet Cat, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Protective Bruce Wayne, clark kent straight up dies i don't know how else to tell you this, Dying Clark Kent, Euthanasia, but like no not really at all, but bruce almost convinces himself it is, I am so sorry, Kryptonite (DCU), injections/ needles : TW, Good Parent Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred is Bruce's dad and no I will not apolgise, whilst listening to 'woke up' from Marceline in Distant Lands, loving clark kent, Oblivious, CLEARLY TOXIC RElATIONSIPS : TW, Bruce Wayne convinces himself it's 'for the world', ha yeah right, Paranoid Bastards, It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, but they're not and he is, so suck it Bruce, DEATH : TW, PARTNER ABUSE : TW, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, References to consensual sex, brief - Freeform, brief vague description of a corpse at the very end, sorry - Freeform, Love, Not a great one though, PURPOSELY NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP : TW, Lies and Deception, love everlasting, from one party, CLARK that is, goddamn i'm going to cry again, I'm Going to Hell, vague extra-terrestrial religious references, Rao (a god of Krypton/ a heavenly body/ star ) - mentioned, mentions of a/slight description of a seizure, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, I love him for it, normally love bruce wayne, but seriously here fuck him in this story, he's trying, not good enough though, Vomiting read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PCaectl