#my days of yelling about Smallville are not over

[cinnamonanddean]

Okay Smallville friends, here we go: finale time.

"And now, the series finale of Smallville" WHAT IF I'M ALREADY SAD

"Special Guest Star: Michael Rosenbaum" wow spoilers much?? I mean not for me obviously but for OG viewers. I would have SCREAMED.

Lois, sweetie, he could be saving people every minute he's doing anything, by that logic. Why is his working at the Planet, etc, any different than spending time with you?

Aww, bye Luthor Mansion. You've been a fun place to stage so, so many Clex fics. Hmm I wonder if there are more fics set there or in the barn loft? I'm torn between them, personally.

Kind of rich for Martha to complain about Clark moving on when she hasn't been around for years. "This is our home" okay but you left him here. He's had to cope without you. It's not fair to put the responsibility of keeping the past alive on his shoulders alone.

Oh no his vows 😭😭😭

I feel like we don't have enough time to wrap up this (rather dull) Darkseid plotline AND have a wedding AND bring Lex back? I know this is a double episode but still. Although I suppose Lex's scene will be short and right near the end.

Oh no her vows 😭😭😭

Again I ask: has there ever been a TV wedding that just goes smoothly?

At least Lois's dress is nicer than Lana's. That bow haunts me.

Is he gonna walk down with her AGGHHHH this is so sweet 😭

Uh oh. Lois girl, pay attention, that's not the right ring. Oh thank god for Chloe.

Can't believe they're doing this to Oliver ☹️ hasn't he suffered enough?

So wait: did Clark Luthor not have powers? Did I miss that? I swear he was throwing people around and shit.

Lol is that a Herve Leger bandage dress on Lois?

Agggh Tom does vulnerable so well. "I can't, Dad" just like a little baby boy, I weep.

OH GOD I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT ALT!LIONEL, it's a fucking jump scare every time.

Oh my god so this Lex is a fucking Frankenstein?? That's...weird. A Frankenlex.

OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA TAKE TESS'S HEART

IS THAT MICHAEL?? Wait probably not, we didn't see his face.

YES GIRL KICK THEIR ASSES

YES GIRL KILL THAT OLD BASTARD!

God this Darkseid CG is so bad

Omg omg omg omg omg OH MY GODDDDD

Oh I hate when they take an already blurry photo and then CSI-style ENHANCE! it to magically unblur it

OH MY GOD OKAY HERE WE GO

I see one of the Franken-pieces was his sassy ass mouth. God I've missed him.

Lex, honey, you've been back for thirty seconds and you're already waxing poetic about how he says your name??? I see another of the Franken-pieces was the need to make every interaction so incredibly gay. "Yet...with a hopeful finish" oh my god honestly

Apologies in advance: I might have a comment on every line of this dialogue.

Oh dear, you can see the bald cap a bit when he raises his eyebrows. I remember Michael said the bald cap was more trouble than just shaving his head lol

Lord, it wouldn't be a proper Lex return without a history speech. HONEY I'VE MISSED YOUUU!

"that's the thing about memories: you can't forget them" mmmm I don't think that's true baby.

Oh gosh the vitriol.

"You and I - we will both be great men. Because of each other." Honey the WAY you talk about the two of you. THE VOICE CRACK. "We have a destiny together, Clark, only on different sides."

Everything he says sounds like a love confession I'M SO SORRY BUT IT DOES

Stop wait one fucking minute here. The last piece of Clark's little "am I strong enough to face this threat" puzzle, the last person to give him the courage and the conviction to do what he needs to do - is LEX FUCKING LUTHOR??? NOT LOIS NOT HIS PARENTS NOT CHLOE BUT LEX??????? oh my god what is happening that is INSANE OF THEM

I need to watch that again. Gosh I haven't done that since the Lexana scene from Fracture.

HAHA I missed Lex's joke about Lionel's heart the first time around. Why is he so funny

God Michael is so fucking good. He just elevates the tone. It's really what's been missing from these last seasons. The others are good - Tom is so good, I'm not discounting him at all - but Michael is on another level.

Hmm seemed a bit too easy killing the Prophets

Oh poor John Glover. This is Not Good. He was always so suave and cool as Lionel, this is a step down.

Aww look how far our sweet boy has come 😭 I'm so proud of him.

HE'S FLYING 😭😭😭

OH I DIDN'T KNOW WE GOT MORE LEX I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST THE SCENE WITH CLARK

Ahh jeez. I kinda came around to Tess. She wasn't Lex but she was fun.

Oh riiiiiiight, I forgot he gets his memory wiped. Again.

OH MY GOD THE LAST MEMORY IS HIM AND CLARK OF COURSE IT FUCKING IS

Lol what the fuck does he think is happening, now that he can't remember?

THE LUTHORCORP SIGN TURNING INTO LEXCORP THAT WAS SO RAD

Our baby finally in the suit 😭

Girl I don't think they just let you film the President like that. That camera is gonna be taken away IMMEDIATELY.

Oh yeah I forgot about Jimmy. That was...a choice.

ALL HAIL PRESIDENT LEX!!!!

"yes Miss Lane" "that's so hot" girl yes it is.

Oh the theme 😭 what an ending

That was so great. A bit hokey in parts, but overall such a satisfying finale. What a ride.

[theglamorousferal]

The Cryptid of Smallville

I am posting the first couple chapters of the fic that I am currently working on juuuust in case AO3 goes down again. In the next couple days I’ll start posting some of my wips that I don’t think I’ll finish. If any of them inspire people to write more then I’ll be happy. 

I had the thought a while ago about what if Danny was raised alongside Clark Kent and the hijinks that would result in Danny being near the liminal space that is cornfields. These are basically a series of connected one-shots because I am not that great at trying to do a real plot lol

Without further ado, here’s the first chapter of the Cryptid of Smallville! (Small edit: here’s the link to AO3 the first two chapters are there)

______________________________________________________________ The night sky was clear and open above the cornfields as a gentle breeze caused the plants to stir. It was a calm night on the Kent family farm. A streak of neon green broke across the sky and landed in the middle of the fields, purple tinged smoke wafting from the crash site. A boy of about six rolled over in his sleep, glowing green eyes glancing at the stars above framed by smoke. The gentle breeze is still blowing, returning the night to calm.

*****

Danny was gonna put Clockwork in soup time whenever he got back into the Zone. 

He was laying there, staring at the clouds in the sky, surrounded by corn, and only about three and a half feet tall, wondering where in the Realms he was. Clockwork had said something about sending him off somewhere with people who could handle a child with powers growing up before tossing him through a portal by the ankle. He had ended up in low orbit and was lulled to sleep by staring at the stars he is so fond of.

Crawling out of the hole he was in, he examined the surrounding area and just found a bunch of burnt and slightly smoldering corn and kicked up dirt. The gentle breeze brought the smell of bacon to his nose and he floated to look just above the tall plants around him. He spots a house in the distance and starts heading there, making sure to walk the last few yards just in case this isn’t where CW intended him to go. He finds himself stumbling from the field just to make eye contact with a man pulling on his work boots for the day on the porch steps, the man freezes. 

“Hey Martha?” The man yells into the house.

“Yes Jon?” a voice muffled from the door yells back.

“Do we have a spare room done up?” the man, Jon, asks, not taking his eyes off Danny.

“Why? Are you expecting someone and forgot to tell me?” the voice sounds like it’s getting closer to the door.

“No honey, I think we may have a repeat situation of Clark though.” He briefly glances from Danny up to the last bits of smoke wafting from the field. A quiet “What?” comes from the house. He gentles his voice, full attention on Danny. “Hey son, did you have a bit of an accidental landing in the corn? Is your head okay? Are your parents around?”

Danny stays still for a moment thinking about what’s going on. The man seems to at least suspect that he crash landed on his property and mentioned something about something like this happening before. Have these people dealt with a random child appearing at their house before? Specifically one that crashed from the sky? He has many questions, but he should probably answer Jon first. 

“Yeah, I got sent away until I was better, my head doesn’t hurt at all and my parents are not exactly from around here, and don’t know where I am.” He pauses thinking about it. “Does the children-crashing-onto-your-farm-thing happen a lot to you?”

Jon chuckled as he finished tying his boots up and walked down the stairs just as the door opens and a woman in an apron is standing there looking surprised to see an unknown child standing in her yard. The man crouches down in front of Danny, giving him a once-over. 

“You’d be surprised, now what’s your name son?.”

“It’s Danny Fenton, what’s yours?”

“Jon Kent, my wife over there is Martha. Now you look like you could use a good meal and a washup, how’s that sound?” Jon grins at Danny and musses up his hair before standing and offering a hand to walk into the house. He smiles over at Martha who blinks and then gives Danny a warm smile, standing aside to let them enter the house.

“Good thing I made some extra breakfast then, let’s get some food in you young man, you’re as skinny as a post!” She smiles and heads towards the kitchen. “Be sure to wash up your hands first hun, can’t eat with dirty hands! And Jon! What have I told you about your muck boots being in the house! I’m sure Danny can find his way and wash his own hands; second door on the right hun; and git outta my house with those things on, I’ll have more coffee ready for you once you feed the animals!” Jon pouted and trudged his way out of the house.

Danny smiled a little to himself as he looked for the door Martha was talking about, noting the wallpaper and decor that looked like every midwest farmer’s house he’d seen in any piece of media ever. After washing his hands he made his way to where he could hear soft humming and dishes being washed. He saw a plate of pancakes and bacon on the table next to a glass of orange juice, a glass of milk, and a container of syrup and headed to the spot.

“Thank you Mrs. Kent.” he said from his seat and she smiled back at him, going back to the dishes. Danny realized he’d probably have to start explaining what he could to them soon, but decided to focus on the breakfast in front of him. The breakfast that wasn’t alive and currently trying to kill him. He nearly cried.

“So Danny,” Martha began as she wiped her hands off with a dish rag. “Do you remember how it is you got here?” She joined him at the table with a cup of coffee after setting a mug, a spoon and the sugar bowl next to the machine for her husband when he came in.

“I do, it’s a really weird story though, I’m not sure you’ll believe me.” He was hesitant, he still wasn’t sure these were the people that Clockwork meant to send him to. Though they’ve taken the whole crash-landed-child-thing pretty well… Screw it, he’ll see if he can wait until Jon comes back and explain to both of them. “Can we wait for Mr. Kent too? I don’t really want to say it twice.” 

She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee and then nodded. “That’s fine hun, he shouldn’t be more than a couple minutes unless the rooster decided to pick a fight again.” she chuckled to herself, looking out of the window while drinking her coffee. She sees the faint trail of smoke rising in the sky outside and her eyebrows pinch in worry. “You didn’t happen to see anythin’ burning when you got up, did you?” 

Danny glances out the window and sees the smoke. “Oh no, there was just a little bit still smoldering in the hole, but there wasn’t anything actively burning. I can show you both when I finish explaining what I can.” The slapping of a screen door startles him and Jon walks in, heading straight for the coffee maker and making himself a cup, then joining them at the table.

“So Danny-boy, what can you tell us?” Jon gives his full attention to Danny. 

Danny shifts in his seat, looking every part the six year old he appeared to be, uncertain at the attention of two adults. “Well, it’s a long story and kinda out there? I’m not sure how much you’ll believe?” He looks uncertain at the pair across from him who share a look. Martha reaches across the table to take Danny’s hand.

“Honey, you wouldn’t believe the stuff we’re used to, I’m sure it’s fine.”

Danny only hesitated a moment longer and then sighed looking far older than his apparent six years. “So to start off with, wherever this is, I’m not from around here. I’m assuming since you both speak English that this is still Earth, but maybe not MY Earth, I’m still a bit confused on the whole ‘multiverse’ thing, but either way, I got sent here until some stuff got sorted out and so I’ll be here until it does.” He was rambling, he knew, but he’s kind of anxious about stuff. “I kinda got put in my childhood body and now I have to get back to my actual age and my Guardian said something about time here running differently than in my dimension before he just chucked me through a portal. He did say he was sending me to people who could handle my weirdness as I age, so I’m assuming you are them and maybe have some experience with kids with freaky weird stuff happening to them?”

The Kents once more shared a look, this one a little longer than the last, then turned back to Danny. “Oh son, I think you’ll fit in just fine. So, how long can we expect you for? I can tell you’re probably a lot older than six judging by how you talk?”

Danny blinked at him, trying to process the fact that they didn’t seem phased and rather seemed like they believed him. “Uh, I was sixteen, so I guess a decade? I’m sorry to impose on you for a while, really I can figure out stuff on my own, I don’t want to be a bother.”

Jon chuckled “Oh trust me son, it wouldn’t be an issue, I’m sure Clark would love a younger brother, or at the very least a friend who understands him. We have plenty of room here, and though we’d probably ask you for help with chores, we’d be glad to have you for however long you need.”

Danny blinks again at them. They weren’t serious, right? They just seem fine taking in a random child and having him live with them for however long. And who was this Clark? What did he mean by younger brother?

“Clark?” he asked hesitantly.

“Oh right, our son, you’ll meet him when he gets home from school, I’m sure you’ll get along just fine! Now Danny, let me show you to a room and we can get you settled, we’ll probably have to head on over to the thrift shop to get you something to wear besides these charred and muddy pj’s, but we should have something from Clark that’s too small that’ll fit you for now.” Martha took his hand and led him upstairs to where he’d be in apparently his new home.

*****

Clark had had a pretty boring day at school. The classes were boring. He had to hold back in gym class again and when studying the skeletal system in biology, he started studying the teacher’s bones instead of the display skeleton or the worksheet. He was really looking forward to getting home and maybe going for a fly around the fields where no one could see him or maybe catching the latest episode of Rescue Rangers. 

He could spot his house in the distance and after looking around to make sure no one would see him, he sped down the driveway as fast as he could, knocking up a lot of dirt in the process. He really liked going fast, whether running or flying. He just loved the wind in his hair. 

“Ma, Pa, I’m home.” he kicked his sneakers off and rushed upstairs into his room to drop off his bag. He listened around for heartbeats and realized that Pa was out on the tractor and Ma was out with the chickens. He froze as he heard a much closer sound though. It was very slow and faint, but he could hear another heartbeat in the house. Even more, he could hear someone muttering to themselves in the guest room and the flipping of pages.

Clark slowly made his way down the hall towards the sound and peaked in the room with his x-ray vision. There, sitting on the ceiling, was a child about half his age reading a ratty old book about space. Clark stood in the doorway, now able to see him in regular vision and just stared at him. He took a moment until he decided to just join him up there and sat across from him.

“So who are you?” Clark asked while the kid was still focused on his book. He didn’t even look up from the book.

“Name’s Danny.” The kid paused for a second before he looked up and stared at Clark. Danny looked from Clark to the ceiling, to the floor, and then back to Clark. “Oh, so that’s why they said I’d fit right in here. I guess we are pretty similar! I’m guessing you’re Clark then?” The child beamed at him, putting out his hand to shake. Clark took it gently, not wanting to hurt the kid. Then the kid gripped his hand tight and Clark realized that they have more in common than he thought and gripped his hand tighter in response.

“So where are you from?” Clark asked, very curious as to how this kid who could fly and had his strength, but also had almost no heartbeat ended up at his house. Danny rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, I’m not from this Earth and I kinda got put here to recover for a long while and my Guardian decided your parents are the best equipped to handle a kid growing up with powers, so he sent me here. I’m guessing because of you?” 

“Yeah, mine started manifesting around your age. What powers do you have? How long do you plan to be here? Where are you from? You said this wasn’t your Earth, I’m guessing you’re from a different dimension then? That’s so cool!” Clark, ever curious, shot off many questions rapid fire and Danny laughed while answering them all as best he could.

Part 2

[suzukiblu]

Lil' excerpt from the self-indulgent DC fic I was working on yesterday for my birthday fun times.

Context: "My Adventures With Superman" meets Superboy.

Clark is talking to Lois and Jimmy in their office at the Planet when he hears it.

It's a heartbeat.

Clark hears those all the time these days. He can hear Lois and Jimmy's right now. Can hear everyone in the whole newsroom's; the whole building's; the whole city's.

And he can hear his own heartbeat, though he's so used to it that he usually tunes it out.

So . . . why is he hearing his own heartbeat, he wonders slowly, trying not to frown. Not sure what about his own heartbeat would make him want to frown, when–

Oh, he realizes.

It's not his heartbeat. It's not even in the building; it's blocks and blocks away.

Why on earth would he have thought a stranger's heartbeat on the other side of the city was his own? That doesn't make–

ta-tum

. . . sense.

Clark blinks, very slowly. The heartbeat carries on, sounding excited and eager and . . .

And . . . and strong.

He isn't sure why he cares so much, that it's strong. That it sounds . . . healthy. It's not like he ever wants to hear a weak heartbeat, after all. A weak heartbeat is never, ever a good thing, except when the alternative is no heartbeat at all.

But this specific heartbeat . . . for some reason, he cares that this specific heartbeat is strong.

Why does he . . .

ta-tum ta-tum

That's not how human heartbeats sound, Clark realizes, slowly. That's not–no, that's not a human heartbeat. Maybe not any kind of heartbeat he's ever heard before at all.

But it sounds so familiar all the same. It sounds . . .

Right.

He doesn't know how else to explain it.

Clark frowns. He glances towards the wall in the direction of the ta-tum heartbeat, letting his glasses slip low on his nose so he can look over them.

Specifically, so he can use his X-ray and telescopic vision over them. There's . . . the heartbeat is twelve blocks away. It's coming from a body on the street, one that's standing in place but not staying still, gesturing expansively and speaking to someone in a . . . food truck? Looks like a food truck, yeah. The heartbeat's owner isn't especially tall or broad, but it looks like all their growth plates are still open, so they're probably not physically mature yet. Judging by their posture and body language, they're likely male. And a teenager, given both their size and those growth plates. Younger to mid-teens, he thinks? Maybe?

Clark tunes in his hearing. The heartbeat's owner gestures at themselves and says, "Look, if this was cosplay, I'd have done a better job, okay? Like, I'd be more accurate!"

They do sound male, yes. Male, and young. And . . .

And a little . . . odd, somehow.

"So what is it, then?" the person in the food truck asks, clearly amused by whatever they're discussing. Female; probably ten or fifteen years older than the heartbeat's owner.

"Would you believe I just didn't have anything else to wear?" he says, sounding sheepish.

"That's a pretty extreme version of laundry day, kid," she says with a laugh. "But I appreciate the assist with those assholes either way. Want some chili fries? On the house."

"What're chili fries?" the heartbeat's owner asks as he leans in a bit, sounding curious.

"Oh, lemme rock your world, kid. One sec."

The food truck operator starts bustling around her truck, presumably in pursuit of chili fries. Clark frowns a little. Well, chili fries are probably fine for a teenager, he figures, even if the kid's really never had them before. Though chili fries do seem weird for a teenager to not have heard of?

Maybe he's an immigrant or a tourist, or home-schooled, or just from a particularly small town. Smallville admittedly is not the ideal place to get chili fries, so Clark assumes that's probably normal in other small towns too and–

"CLARK!" Lois yells, waving both hands in front of his face. Clark startles in surprise, then blinks at her.

"Uh, sorry," he says. "Did you need something?"

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU): Christmas Special - Extra

Of course it was decided that Christmas would be celebrated at the bunker. 

The guests, well, the usual.

“Dean stop chugging the egg nog, we haven't even started the party yet!!”

Your yell made him carefully place the jug down with a grumble. Sam walks in holding a dish of lasagna to place on the dining table along with the rest of the food. It feels nice to finally have a place to celebrate it.

Clark has been in the kitchen with Sam, making sure nothing burns. Gabriel and Castiel are doing decorations. Jack is placing the gifts on the far end of the table and you’re trying to keep Dean far enough away from the alcohol until the part truly begins. There’s soft melodies playing in the background, and when you hear the song switch, Dean audibly groans as everyone begins to join in the main area. You run for the remote, raising the volume, and once the intro starts, they pile around as you start singing, much to Dean’s dismay.

I don't want a lot for Christmas,

There is just one thing I need.

I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree.

I just want you for my own,

more than you will ever know.

Make my wish come true!

All I want for Christmas is you.

Yeah!

Jack is bobbing his head to the song, Clark is smiling and you skate over to Dean, taking his hand as you begin dancing. His stumbled steps make everyone crack up, and you give him a little spin before you dash off so he can’t take his revenge.

You keep the remote in your grasp so he hears the entire song that you belt around the bunker as he chases you to get you to stop. Once it’s finally over, you toss him the remote with a giggle.

Now that most of the food is out, you know all Dean wants to do is eat.

“Where’s the pie!!”

“Sheesh, calm down, we would never forget the pie.” You explain.

There’s one dish that’s covered, and when you move to the table and remove the checkered cloth, his mouth practically waters.

“Oh, baby..”

He’s at your side in seconds, a fork in hand.

“Your obsession with pie is alarming.” You comment.

“You have your guilty pleasure, I have mine. Let’s eat!!”

There’s no more discussion. You all join at the table, taking a seat. The spread is great. You have corn, biscuits, turkey, ham, lasagna, and of course, pie. This is the first time you’re all celebrating like this, so the menu was just a smash of everyone’s desired dishes. It’s not as extravagant as some family gatherings, but for you, it’s more than enough. Everyone is smiling, or eating, or both, sharing a meal.

You have to admit you ever could have imagined you could be this happy. It feels unreal. When you feel a hand close over your own, you smile over at Clark. You’re happy that Clark’s family was able to spend their Christmas with Mrs. Kent’s side of the family. They were more than ecstatic to let him stay and you were grateful.

The day proceeds with lots of food and fun.

At some point a few of you are playing pin the tail on the donkey.

Dean is an instigator because he keeps yelling out instructions. You’d headed into the kitchen with Castiel and Gabriel to get some drinks. As your walking out Dean turns, pointing at the door frame.

“Ah! It’s tradition, stop right there!”

You all pause in place, confused. Gabriel looks up, then back down, sending a grin to Castiel. For a moment the poor angel looks lost, but then something registers in his eyes. You mean to question it, but both men lean in, pressing a kiss to either side of your cheek. You blush, because you've indeed stepped under the mistletoe.

“H-Hey!! No kissing my girlfriend!!” Clark protests.

They step away, and Gabriel is laughing as Clark walks over with a pout. Castiel just awkwardly shuffles away.

“Is that not the tradition?” Castiel asks in a whisper when he makes it to Dean’s side. Dean merely shakes his head with a laugh. Obviously Gabriel had intentionally placed mistletoe on any surface he could find.

Clark is now standing at your side. You smile, because his little jealous face is kind of cute. You intend to tease him, but he cups your cheeks, leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. You’re a bit stunned and Gabriel whistles.

Dean groans in disgust.

“Come on, no one wants to see that. Break it up!”

Clark pulls away after a few very heated seconds, and you’re just gaping. He looks satisfied.

“No one should be stealing kisses from you but me, okay.”

Y-Yes sir.”

Clark smiles, taking your hand as you follow behind in a daze.

The festivities continue, and as the day winds down, you find yourself in your room with Clark. You’re a bit tapped out, and Dean has no doubt had a good share of eggnog. Once you spot the gifts on the bed, you giggle.

“We were supposed to take these out to the table.”

In your haste you’d forgotten to put them where it was visibly for Jack. Unlike Dean, he actually respects your privacy and wouldn’t come barging in.

Since you’re both already here, you don’t see the harm in being a little naughty.

“I guess this is a sign that we should open our presents now.”

Clark smiles in agreement as you sit at the edge of the bed. The second you pick up the square box, you can see the way he’s eagerly waiting.

You laugh, ripping the paper off as you pull apart the wrappings. Once you get through the first layer, you see the white box. Lifting the top, your eyes move to the book in front of you, eyes practically gleaming.

“No way…”

Clark seemed really proud of himself and you had to agree it was incredible. The book in front of you was pretty rare. Only 750 copies of the first edition were ever released.

“Albert Einstein’s Philosopher-Scientist! How the heck did you get your hands on this?!”

“Lex invited me to one of his fundraisers and they were auctioning it off. Apparently it was one of the least desired items at the event. Lex started the bid at twenty-five dollars and I got it for a hundred. It seemed like something you would love. Do you like it?”

“Like it!! I love it!! I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!!”

You lean over, tackling him into a hug and Clark laughs, careful to lift the book with one hand so you don’t crush it. You’re peppering his face with kisses which he accepts happily.

After he’s able to get you away long enough to sit upright again, he reaches for the present that you had bought. It’s a square box as well, a bit bigger.

“I hope you didn’t sneak a peek.”

You lecture after you've packaged your gift.

Clark shakes his head .

“I didn’t I promise.”

You hum happily, crossing your legs, and Clark begins slowly peeling off the gift paper. He does it so carefully and you just roll your eyes playfully. Once the paper is fully removed, he pulls the ribbon that’s wrapped across it loose, slowly lifting the lid when the thin piece of cloth falls at the side. Parting the gift paper, he reaches inside, expecting a scarf, or maybe a few ties, but what he gets is something else.

The thin fabric is lifted and his eyes widen at the red and blue plaid lingerie. It’s a two piece, and it seems he’s picked up the top part. He looks back at you swallowing.

“I…are you..we..”

He can’t form words and you blush, smiling at him.

“I figured we could both benefit from this gift back at my place.”

His cheeks are slightly red, but you can see the eagerness in his eyes.

Turns out he was right, you were the first to break. You jump right into his lap and he just gazes at you. Your expression softens as you place a peck on his lips, pulling back to admire him.

“Merry Christmas Clark.”

He gulps in anticipation.

“Merry Christmas..”

He whispers back.

Looks like your evening was about to be booked.

~

“Where did (Y/N) go, I thought we were gonna open presents?”

Dean whined.

“Like you haven’t already peeked at them.” Sam counters.

Jack walks into the room with a note in his hand.

“(Y/N) asked me to give you this.”

Jack is smiling as he hands over the note to Castiel who takes it gratefully. They all gather around as he reads it.

Left to open a special present.

-(Y/N).

Castiel squints, trying to make sense of the statement and Dean frowns.

“I’m grabbing my gun.”

“Dean!!”

Sam’s yell was heard down the corridor as Sam chased after him to discourage the rampage he was about to go on.

“Merry Christmas.”

Gabriel spoke, placing his arm on the shoulder of his very lost brother.

Jack is still beaming.

A Merry Christmas indeed. 

[lollipencil]

ITPM: What If...Super Moon Siblings?

Decided to try a less Batfam-centric version of this AU. Got another, similar idea planned too. @harleyification, I've prepared something completely different.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

When a light wind followed by a soft thump came from her front porch late at night, Martha Kent was not worried. Her dear Clark occasionally liked to pop in for a visit. A smile on her face, she made her way to the door and opened it.

It wasn't Clark. A young boy was curled on her welcome mat. His clothes were blackened with blood.

As soon as Martha registered what she was seeing, she instantly bent down and scooped up the limb child. "Jon! Clark!" she yelled, not caring about the still wet blood staining her dress as she carried the boy inside.

---

Gotham was somehow just as dark, and darker than Superman had expected. He'd heard the stories about the Rogues and the dangers they pose to even the powerful. But he needed Batman.

Superman flew around for a bit, before touching down on a rooftop. He didn't have to wait long. "What are you doing in Gotham?" Clark jumped, actually jumped, at the sudden voice behind him. Turning sharply (but not as sharply as he could), he faced the Batman. "I've heard some call you the world's greatest detective," Clark managed to not stammer. "What of it?" Batman's heart remained perfectly stable, even as his eyes narrowed.

"I-" Clark composed himself for a moment, "About a day ago, a child was found covered in blood on the doorstep of a farm in Smallville." Suddenly, Clark was aware of possible eavesdroppers, could almost feel eyes on him. He cautiously stepped closer to Batman to whisper: "It was my parents' farm."

Batman went stiff. "I see," he slowly stated, "You believe it was a targeted effort?" "I don't know what to believe," Clark admitted, "By the time we got him medical attention, he had no injuries. But, the blood was confirmed to be his, all of it. And, it was a lot..." Clark remembered the feverish panic that had near consumed him at the sight of his Ma covered that much red. And the boy-

A hand gently but firmly shaking his shoulder brought him back to the rooftop. "Do you have any clues as to how this could have happened?" Batman's voice was softer, more gentle. "I- Yes. Yeah- This was found on the doorstep, they'd missed initually," Clark removed from a pocket in his belt a plastic bag. Something akin to paper was inside, partly stained with blood but with some form of writing on it.

Gently, Batman took the bag, regarded the writing with a considering hum, and tucked it carefully into a pouch. "I'll get you a translation. Give me a week, then meet me on the roof of the GCPD at midnight. A friend of mine will also be there." "Thank you," Clark whispered.

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It was a good day. Sunlight cast a delicate glow over the fields of Smallville, and the Kent farm had woken up to a fresh new morning.

Jonathan watched as Martha guided their new children on how to feed the chickens. Sure, they weren't legally their children yet, but with how often Clark was visiting that new friend of his, he suspected it wouldn't be long. Especially after that translation.

Honestly, it was more like a paper you'd see in those science journals. At least five pages with pictures and footnotes, carefully formatted. Most of it flew over Jonathan's head, but even he could see the sheer effort that Batman fellow put into it. "You better keep that friend, Clark. He's got a good head on his shoulders," he'd noted to Clark after a quick flick through. Thankfully, he'd also thought to add a brief, plain english translation at the end:

"This child has three souls. They weren't safe in their home. They called to me as travelers, so I claimed them. You have raised a protector before, so my task is as such: raise them the same way. Show them the kindness denied to them. I will do the rest."

Underneath was a name. A whole page was dedicated to who Khonshu was. And, as Jonathan watched Marc causiously pet a hen, he thanked him quietly.

Then, he got up. Time to get to work.

[sparklepocalypse]

Okay I wanna hear your recs for when you just wanna get lost in another world!

xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

Oh hey, @kiwiana-writes! These are multifandom, because there are so many good fics out there in so many fandoms that just provide such good escapism catalysts! They're also, to nobody's surprise, all epic AUs. (And also, hopefully you're not surprised that one of your fics is on the list. 💕)

RWRB: Where the Spirit Meets the Bones by milowren [WIP; Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 48.7k words] I rarely, rarely start WIPs; this AU is one of few exceptions. Alex's mom buys a Victorian era mansion after the end of her second Presidential term. Part murder-mystery, part romance, part modern magic, all fantastic.

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RWRB: But I love him, whether or no. by @leaves-of-laurelin [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 77.1k words] Henry moves to NYC to help Pez open a bar. He falls in love with firefighter Alex, who works at the fire station right across the street. Super great friends-to-lovers AU. RWRB: All the Old Showstoppers by @cha-melodius [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 20k words] This was one of the AUs that really stood out to me when I first started my deep dive into reading fic in this fandom. Alex skips the royal wedding, and three years later he and Henry meet as competitors on The Great Celebrity Bake Off. Delicious.

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Smallville: Family Portrait by tzigane and zaganthi [Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, E, 130.6k words] An AU in which Lex Luthor is orphaned at a young age, and his mother's will stipulates that she wishes for Martha and Jonathan Kent to become his guardians. Slow, slow burn.

[midnightstar-90]

A Child In A Woman’s Body

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Smallville! Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Sound stupid but something domestic with Clark and reader just going grocery shopping. Small and intimate.

Warnings: Fluff

Y/N’s POV

Clark and I sat on his bed with our heads in our textbooks. Clark and I hadn’t had much time to spend together, since he had to help his family with their farm, and I had my internship with LuthorCorp, thanks to Lex. So because of our busy schedules, Clark and I decided weeks ago that we would take a personal day for ourselves. But the issue was that that personal day would have to be on a school night. Our parents allowed us to sleep over as long as we got school work done, first. Which was an agreeable compromise.

Now, you might be thinking, “Your parents know you’re dating, and they let you sleep in the same room?!” Yeah. Our parents trust that Clark and I will do the right thing. And besides. Clark and I basically grew up together, having sleepovers almost every night until junior high. 

When Clark and I were little, I was best friends with Lana Lang. Lana lived right next door to the Kents, but it wasn’t until after the meteor shower that I met Clark. From there, Clark and I grew closer. And yeah, I was aware of Clark’s crush on my other best friend. But in the end, Clark’s crush eventually wore off, and he and I ended up together,

Clark and I sat criss-cross, across from each other. We took turns reading the questions, and we made a game out of who could answer the question the quickest. I read the next question on our homework, “Write the equation of the line in slope-intercept form with x-intercept 3 and y-intercept -4.” 

As soon as I finished reading the words, Clark looked up from his page, and he looked directly at me. He wore a mischievous grin as he said, “Easy. It’s y=4/3x -4”. 

My eyes went wide with shock as I reached over, grabbing his notebook. He had the whole problem answered, along with his work shown. My mouth dropped, and I began to stutter, “H-h-h-how?” 

Clark’s mischievous grin was instantly replaced by a nervous look. He looked away from me, thinking. “I worked ahead,” Clark said, suddenly not so nervous. He was now sporting the beautiful smile that I fell for. 

I slapped Clark’s arm and yelled out, “Clark!” His other hand went up to where I slapped him, and he held his arm as if he was in pain. 

There was a mysterious glint in his eye as he looked at me. “You should’ve been quicker,” he said. But it wasn’t until I saw the evil look in his eye that I realized what was happening. But it was too late for me to get away. Clark had already begun to lean over and tickle me before I could get away.

I laughed out loud as I felt Clark tickle me across my stomach. “Clark… Stop. Please!” I begged. But our playful actions were cut off by a small knock on the door. Clark and I both looked away from each other, and we directed our attention to his door. It slowly opened, revealing Clark’s mother.

Martha smiled as she looked between Clark and I. I thought that she wouldn’t like seeing me leaning over her son, while his hands were across my stomach, but it seems like I was wrong. She continued to smile and said, “It looks like you kids are having fun.” I looked up at Clark and smiled before looking back at Martha. “I just wanted to come upstairs and say that I’ll be back. Your father’s in the barn, and I will be at the store.”

“Mom, don’t worry about it. Y/N and I can do it,” I smiled, going along with Clark. Martha looked unsure. She grimaced as she said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put too much on you two.”

“It’s not too much. Y/N and I needed a break, anyways. Right?” He said, looking over at me. I lifted myself off of Clark and nodded at the redheaded woman. “See,” Clark gestured towards me.

“Okay,” She said slowly. Martha’s hand slowly moved toward her back pant pocket and pulled out a rectangular sheet of paper. “Here’s the shopping list. It shouldn’t be too much. I have some money in my wallet. And because of your volunteering, feel free to get something for yourself. You too, Y/N,” She said, giving us one last look before leaving the room.

When Clark and I arrived at his family's grocery store, I instantly felt like a child in a candy shop. I ran over to where the store kept their carts, and I pulled one out before racing the cart back to Clark. Clark smiled as he watched me race towards him. The cart was right in front of him when he held his hand out, stopping the cart. I felt the back of the cart, where I was, slowly move off the floor, scaring me a little, before suffering a rough landing.

“You are a child in a woman’s body,” Clark laughed.

I held onto the handlebars and lifted myself onto the bottom area of the cart before looking at Clark with a fake pout. “Push me, Clarkie,” I said in a childish voice. Clark chuckled and shook his head, moving from his spot to push the cart I was currently standing on. What more could I say than, “You can take the woman out of the child, but you can’t take the child out of the woman.”

Clark ended up pushing me all throughout the store, but when we got to Isle 19, it was all over. You see, Isle 19 is the toy section, of the store, and let us just say, I love toys. I jumped off the cart and pushed past Clark to get to the colorful balls in the bungee cord cage. I pulled a pink one out, and I turned to Clark. 

Clark’s demeanor had changed from happy to angry dad. He pointed at me and said, “Y/N, No.”

I didn’t listen at aimed the ball at Clark. “Think fast,” I warned, throwing the ball toward the young farm boy. I pulled out another, which was green tie-dye this time, but I didn’t realize that Clark had walked up behind me. He took the ball from my hand and shoved it back into the cage, along with the pink one I had just thrown at him. “I said no, Y/N,” he said. Clark picked me up and placed me into the cart as if I weighed nothing to him.

I was now stuck in the basket of the cart. I sat with my legs crisscrossed, so I could fit a little more easily, and my arms were left folded across my chest with a pout. I was kinda upset, but I also saw why Clark did it. I was acting like a child, and if my child did that,  I might just do the same thing.

Clark had finished finding everything on his mother’s list, and we made our way to the checkout. I was still in the basket of the cart. And yeah, I could've gotten out at any time, but it felt much better to be pushed than to be walking all throughout the store.

Martha was right, there wasn’t much on the list. It was just basic food for meals throughout the week. And seeing as it was only the three of them, I guess they don’t need much food. 

We entered an empty checkout lane, and I did my part by placing each item in the cart on the conveyor belt. Clark picked up the stuff closer to him, and when the cart was completely empty, Clark moved toward me, holding his hand out for me to grab. I took ahold of his hand and climbed out of the cart. 

“Thank you, kind sir,” I said, attempting a British accent. 

“You’re welcome, fair maiden,” Clark said, doing the same thing.

“You guys are so cute,” The middle age store clerk said with a smile. “When I was your age, my boyfriend and I were the same way. It made people sick,” She laughed.

Clark and I stared at the woman with a caring smile. “And what happened between you two?” I asked. “We got married and had 2 kids. We’ve been together for 30 years. We met in high school.”

“So, do you think there is hope for us?” Clark asked the woman. 

She scanned the last item and looked us straight in the eye. “Oh, honey! You two will make it all the way. I have faith in that. There may be some bumps in the road, but you’ll figure it out, together,” she said. “Now. your total is $48.90.”

Clark handed the woman a $50 dollar bill and told her to keep the change. We both began to pack the cart up and we left the store building.

When we made it to the truck, I stopped and looked at Clark. “Did you hear that Clark?” I asked, in glee. “That lady says she has hope in us, and I believe her,” I finished.

“Yeah. I hope she’s right, because I want to make it my mission to stay with you until the day I die,” Clark said, packing up the groceries. 

“You really mean it, Clarkie?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I ran up to Clark and I pulled him into a strong hug. “Oh! I love you, Clark!” I exclaimed. I leaned out of the hug and looked Clark straight in the eye. “I love you too, you big kid,” he ruffled my hair. I snaked my arms around his neck and sealed our romantic moment with a kiss. 

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

[redrobin-detective]

its not easy (to be me)

With his hearing, there was no way for Conner to escape the arguments. Especially when all the arguments were about him.

It had started two weeks ago with a question, a simple question but a big one. The Kid knew about the Batman of course. Seen him and his dorky sidekick in passing during battles. But they’d never, like talked. Bats had asked who was taking care of him, who was training him and frowned when he’d said no one. He asked about Superman, if he was helping. Kid had shrugged and told Batman the truth, that Superman hadn’t even given him a name much less any help.

Batman frowned in a way the Kid would soon learn was his Fixer Frown. A frown that said there was a problem in front of him and he would fix it however possible. His solution was to bring the Kid home and give him care, training, a name. A family. As much as the freedom of Metropolis and later Hawaii have been, the Kid was lonely. He loved his powers but wanted to belong somewhere, to someone, to be more than a gimmick in a leather jacket. He said yes.

And that’s when the arguments started.

“What the hell are you playing at, Bruce?” Superman yelled at Batman, who he now knows is Bruce Wayne. The man applying for custody of a recently invented, on paper and in reality, young orphan named Thomas Smith soon to be Wayne. The Kid mouthed the name to himself hundreds of times and it never fit quite right. He supposed he’d get used to it soon enough. They’re at the Watchtower while the Kid has been staying while they got all the paperwork settled. He’d been studying a map of Gotham when his ears picked up raised voices a few halls over.

“What do you think you’re doing? Do you think this is a game? That you can just steal any child that crosses paths with you?” Superman yelled

“He was living on his own in another state with only an unscrupulous manager and a reporter who made uncomfortable advances on him caring for him,” Bruce said in a clipped voice. “I understand the circumstances of his existence are uncomfortable to you-”

“Uncomfortable? Lex defiled my dead bodied and used it to make a- make a-”

“A child,” Bruce explained. “A child who is not at fault for the circumstances of his birth and deserves care, respect and a place to call home. I stayed my hand this long because I expected you to step in.”

“What? So I don’t get time to cope with coming back from the dead? I need to put my own life back together before I can handle this, Bruce!” Superman exclaimed.

“You had options, your mother has been fighting with Alfred on the phone for days to get Thomas to Smallville. But you didn’t, you left him alone.” Bruce said in a menacing tone, the Kid is kind of awestruck. He doesn’t know much about Batman but he does know the guy is human and he’s challenging Superman. For the Kid. Someone is defending him for the first time ever. It makes his chest hurt in a weird, but good, way.

“You are allowed to see him, Thomas will need your help with his powers. But he will be my son, in my care not because of any petty reasons but because someone has to care about him. He doesn’t deserve to wait for you to decide if you’re ready to be a parent. I didn’t with my other two children and I won’t now.”

“Fine,” Superman huffed and a part of the Kid broke a bit. Some part of him still hoped that the man he was cloned from would fight for him but well, you can’t have everything. “You’re a good man, a good father, you just don’t have to be an ass about it. I’ll talk Ma down down but she’s insisting he visits the farm at least once a week.”

“Of course, he can come over this weekend and you, me and your mother can come to a workable arrangement.” Bruce nodded, “If you’ll excuse me. I’d like to check in on him. I’m sure he’s been listening in to this conversation.” The Kid yelped and ducked his head in guilt though Bat- Bruce- couldn’t see him.

“Oh, right, of course,” Superman said clearing his throat. “Thank you, for taking care of him.”

“He’s a good kid,” Batman replied. “We’ll be in touch.”

“I’m also glad to see you’re doing better,” Superman said suddenly. “After, well, you know died. I was really worried. Robin has really helped you, I uh, I hope you take care of that kid in kind. I mean with the all changes happening.”

“Robin will be fine, this adoption should not affect him.” That said, he left and his footsteps approached and the Kid went back to studying the map upside down.

                                                         XxX

“What’s your angle with this B, please explain it to me so the world starts making sense again!” The Kid tensed up at the sudden screaming coming from down in the Cave. He was hanging in his room, his real, proper, all to himself room when he was distracted.

“Nice to see you too, Dick,” Bruce said sarcastically.

“What the hell are you doing adopting another kid and a Super at that? Uncle Clark sounded miserable on the phone, what are you playing at?”

“Clark is wrestling with his guilt and sense of relief, he’ll get over it,” Bruce explained blandly. “The boy was in need of help no one was proving, I could walk away.”

“Of course you could have!” Dick yelled. “You don’t have to take in every sad story you come across! And you don’t but this one is special, isn’t he, Bruce?”

“Dick...”

“You’re still barely standing after Jason’s death and now the next kid you slot into place has super powers and is practically invulnerable. I bet you’re already cooking up excuses to oust Tim and put that brat into the Robin costume. No more worrying about taking your little bird out, no more chances of losing partners.” Dick scoffed.

“That is not true!” The Kid curled in on himself a bit on the bed. He put his hands over his ears to try and block out the fighting but his hearing was too good.

“Don’t bullshit me, Bruce, I’ve known you pretty much my whole life. I know how you think.” Dick sighed. “Look, you probably think you’re doing the right thing. You want to help this kid, that’s great but you can’t save everyone. Nothing’s official yet, you can send him to Smallville or the Fortress. I probably can swing to have Cy and Gar watch him at Titans Tower. You don’t... an invulnerable kid won’t bring back Jason or help Tim, who’s doing a great job as Robin and doesn’t deserve to be treated this way.”

The Kid had met Robin once or twice but he’d only heard about Tim. Tim hasn’t come over since this whole thing began. Tim probably hated him for replacing him even though that’s totally not what he was doing. He buried his head in his knees. He just wanted some place to belong.

“Thomas is staying Dick, he is my son as much as you and Jason are,” Bruce said sternly. “I know you admire Clark and I respect his right to admit this isn’t what he wants but Thomas still needs this. And he’s not going to be Robin, Tim earned that position and it will stay with him as long as he chooses.”

“Yeah, well, how much will he want it when you’re parading a newer, better model in front of him,” Dick grumbled. “You keep making the same mistakes, B. Lets hope this one doesn’t end with a body count. I’m headed back to the ‘haven. I’ll send a card when I read about your new addition in the newspaper.”

                                                        XxX

“Thomas? Dearie?” The Kid looked up to Martha, “call me Ma”, Kent. “You alright, son?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, towing with the ends of the homemade sweater Mrs. Kent had given him. It’s warm but big in the shoulders and a bit itchy. He looked around the small but cozy kitchen. Looked past the walls to the sprawling farmland of Kansas and a little beyond that to the tiny specks of Bruce and Super- Clark- talking about him just out of earshot.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he wriggled in his chair. “It’s just a lot to take in, y’know?”

“I do,” She sighed and pet his shoulder. “I know Bruce has a huge heart and I can see he already cares for you but it is your decision if you want to go with him. Living in his house means a lot of responsibility, both in public and private.”

“Yeah,” He shrugged.

“You could stay here,” she offered tentatively. “Smallville High is only a few miles down the road, lots of open space for a young boy to spread his wings.” He a second, he could almost see it. See himself helping out with chores, helping Ma cook, practicing moves at night in the empty fields. Maybe one time, but not now.

“I’ve had people give up on me, ignore me, use me but I’ve... only had one person fight for me and mean it. I appreciate it Mrs. Kent but I wanna go with Bruce.” She smiled and grabbed his hands to kiss.

“I understand but no matter what you are to Clark, you’re my grandbaby. No matter what happens going forward, you’ll always have a place here with me.”

“Thanks,” he sniffled and she patted his hands again before standing up and turning so he could collect himself.

“Now those cookies ought to be done by now. I know Alfred has been spoiling you but I make a mean snickerdoodle myself and you’re not leaving until you tell me who does it better.”

                                                          XxX

“Thomas?” The Kid jumped at the voice behind him. He’d been so busy focusing on Bruce’s aggressive argument in the study below with the adoption lawyers on the phone he’d missed the boy sneaking up on him. They were in the second floor family room where visitors weren’t allowed, how’d he even get in? “Hey sorry, I just uh assumed you heard me.”

“No uh it’s okay I was uh-”

“Eavesdropping?” The other guy smiled, “You’ll fit right in.” The smile turned sad but reappearing. He stuck out his hand. “I’m uh Tim Drake. We’ve met technically but I was, you know,” he held his hands in front of his eyes miming a mask. “At work, I guess.”

“Oh!” The Kid lit up, “you’re Robin! That’s so cool. Sorry I was so rude that first time, I’ve been watching watching Youtube compilations to get a feel for Gotham and you have some sick moves. Good to finally meet ya, I’m uh Thomas I guess?”

“Bruce pick out the name?” Tim said with a grimace. The Kid shrugged. “No surprise there, kinda creepy to be honest. Plus you don’t even look like a Thomas.”

“I don’t?” the Kid moaned, Bruce gave him this name and if the name didn’t fit then maybe he didn’t fit.

“Nah,” Tim said thoughtfully, bringing his fingers to his chin in thought. “Thomas is kind of old fashioned, you need something cooler. Like Danny or Brad or uh,” he blushed. “Conner. That was my uh best friend when I was in elementary school. He moved to Canada the next year but I thought he was the coolest kid around.”

“Conner,” the Kid said, tasting the name. It sounded nice. It sounded right.

“Thomas Conner Wayne but because of the uncomfortable associations, you go by your middle name,” Tim smiled but once again it was kinda sad. “It sounds nice, I think you’ll be real happy here. Bruce was... struggling after Jason died, I think you’ll help him heal in a way I can’t.”

“What do you mean? You’re Robin dude!” Conner said incredulously.

“I’m the neighbor kid with weird hobbies who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer,” Tim deadpanned. “You’re the adopted kid with superpowers. You don’t need to be a genius to work that math out.” He ducked his head. “Look, sorry, that was rude. I get it, this is a good thing. I knew this gig was temporary, until Batman got himself together and now... now you can help him.”

“Tim, I’m gonna be straight with you, man,” Conner said, gripping Tim’s shoulders. “I’m happy to be here but I am also scared shitless. Your city is insane and Bruce gave me a gas mask the other day to carry when I’m out of the house. He asked if I wanted to learn to fight and that’d be wicked but I don’t know what it means and if I’ll still be able to be a hero if I gotta hide my powers and please.” He begged, “you can’t leave me alone. Superman doesn’t want me, Dick thinks I’m some sort of experiment and who knows with B. I need someone to help me. Please, Tim.”

“Oh I mean,” Tim blinked, “Of course yeah. I’ll show you what I know, I think you’ll be going to Gotham Academy same as me so I’ll help you there. Teach you how to live to Gotham. How to interpret B’s grunts and growls. And Dick is nice but he’s got a temper, you gotta know how to work around it.” He smiled, “as long as B lets me stay, we’ll be in it together.”

“Together,” Conner said with a smile feeling the tight ball in his chest start to relax. For the first time since this began, he finally felt heard. He grasped Tim’s hands and held tight. Tim seemed cool, willing to help someone he thought would replace him. He’d do anything to get Tim to stay, would beg B if he had to. Dick may not like him but Tim seems like he’d make a pretty awesome big brother. “

“Hey I found some secret passageways with my xray vision, wanna check them out?” Conner suggested.

“I think between Dick, Jason and I, not to mention baby Bruce, we’ve found them all but I’d be curious if you found an extra one. Let’s go, I’ll show you the squeaky floorboards to avoid when we’re sneaking around B.”

[butwhyduh]

Coffee Girl

Connor Kent/Kon-El x Reader

Summary: he gets stuck in Smallville but it isn’t all bad.

“Connor Kent!” Boomed Clark’s voice. It was rare to hear him yell no matter how mad he was. That was usually Bruce’s job. Kon blinked in surprise. Clark clicked a button on the remote and a big screen turned on to Connor completely tanking a mission. Bruce joined the room shortly with his arms crossed in disapproval.

“You have been working continuously and refusing to take time off. You are tired and when you’re tired, you mess up. And when you mess up, people could die. Connor, I hate to say this but you’re benched. Even Nightwing agrees,” Clark said softer. Kon had his mouth opened to argue but couldn’t. They were right. He was screwing up. “3 weeks off. Mandatory with the only exception, world ending events.”

Kon closed his eyes to keep from protesting. It would probably end up with a longer time off. Instead he nodded curtly and went to his room. He didn’t know where to go. He was always on a mission. Maybe he did need a break. His phone rang, Ma Kent.

“Hiyah, Connor,” she said brightly in her Midwestern accent. He couldn’t help but feel warm towards her. Was it him or memories of Clark’s? Connor didn’t know but he had a bit of a smile when talking to her.

“Hi, Mrs Kent,” Connor said.

“Call me Ma,” she always said. “I was calling to invite you out here. We’ve got tomato harvest and we could always use a hand. You’ve been working hard lately and I think you could use a superhero break. Clark would get a little too into the job when he was your age.”

“Did he talk to you?” Connor asked.

“Clark? No he’s been busy I guess. Been gosh, a week or two since he’s talked to us last. Are you okay,” she asked. Connor relaxed. Ma Kent would never lie to him.

“Is it okay if I come tonight?” He asked.

“Absolutely!” She said happily. “I’ll make your favorites. You still eat meat, right?”

“Oh yes. Yes I do,” Connor said. “I’ll pack and then come. Is that okay?”

“Sure, dear. We’ll see you in an hour or two,” she said before they both hung up. That’s how Connor ended up with a backpack slung over his shoulder, knocking on the screen door of the Kent farm’s front porch. Pa opened the door with a smile. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes felt warm.

“Come on in. I hope you’re hungry. Ma cooked enough for 12 of your closest friend,” Pa said. “Take your bag to your room and wash up.”

“Okay, thanks,” Connor said hoping the stairs two at a time. Chicken fried steak and mashed potato smells enticed Connor back to the kitchen where Ma was plating up food. She loaded a plate with meat and potatoes and green beans in bacon, all of Connor’s favorites she made. She slid a huge glass of sweet tea next to it. Ma plated Pa and herself a much smaller plate of the same before sitting.

“Wow, this looks great,” Connor said. She smiled at him. At first he felt uncomfortable around the Kent’s. Was she just looking at Clark through Connor or was she looking at Connor? But a throw away remark about how bright Connor was, much smarter in science than Clark had been at that age, such a smart grandson, had him relaxing. They didn’t just see him as a replacement for his father. They talked about all kinds of things as they ate.

“Tomorrow I’m going to need to get out there around 5 to start harvesting. Then around 6 I need to start dropping product off for the restaurants in town and the trucks pick up product to be sold in Metropolis around 8 so it’s a pretty tight schedule. Usually I hire someone to take stuff to town so I can stay on the farm. I can’t really pay you more than room and board,” Pa warned Connor.

“Good thing I love the food,” Connor said with a smile. Ma beamed. “I’d love to help. I’d lose my mind if I did nothing.”

“Sounds great,” Pa said with a smile.

Kon woke up before the light of day even peaked out over the horizon to dress for work. A warm breakfast sandwich wrapped in foil along with a thermo of coffee waited on the counter for Connor. He got in the truck with Pa and they went to the fields. Rows of tomato plants were plump with fruit that they gently harvested into boxes. Connor carried stacks of boxes to the truck where he loaded up the bed to be sold in town. Each store had a certain number of boxes that Kon would deliver according the paper Pa gave him.

Kon parked behind the first store and double checked his list. A coffee shop needed 2 cases of tomatoes? He knocked on the back door.

“Hold on Mr Kent, I’m coming,” called a woman from inside. You wiped your hands on your apron as you opened the door. “Oh, I thought you were Mr Kent. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I am Mr Kent,” Connor joked and you looked confused. “I’m Connor Kent but everyone calls me Kon.”

“Hi Kon,” you smiled before telling him your name. You looked at the absolute unit of a young man in front of you. He was certainly built similarly to Clark Kent. Connor grabbed both cases of tomatoes and turned to you. Wow, he was pretty strong, you thought.

“Where do you need this?”

“Oh right,” you said after being distracted by his arm muscles. “Over here,” you said and he gently laid it down on a counter. You couldn’t help but glance at his pecs through the white shirt he wore in the summer heat.

“Need anything else,” he said with a bit of a smirk. If he hadn’t noticed your eyes on his chest, he certainly heard the way your heart was beating faster in his presence.

“Uh, no. Thank you,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“See you in a few days,” he replied with a nod. You felt a bit like a fool for being so flustered around him. Cute butt, you thought as he left.

“You gonna get in here? Breakfast sandwiches won’t make themselves,” your boss Amy called. She was making scones while her wife was prepping the coffee makers for the early risers.

Connor went on to fill all the orders in Smallville with only one mishap that turned out fine. Apparently 123A is a bookstore and 123B was the sandwich shop he needed. The owner laughed and Kon got his deliveries on time. He spent the rest of the week working on the farm and delivering produce as needed. 3 days later, he delivered to your store again.

You weren’t nervous to see the tomato farmer dropping off vegetables. That would be lame.

“Why are you wearing makeup? And that shirt?” Asked Melinda, your other boss.

“What? It’s just a shirt?” You stammered while feeling up the condiment station.

“Uh hu. You know we’re gay, not dead, right?” She said with a hand on her hip and you almost knocked all the napkins off the table in shock.

“I don’t-“

“I know. And I also know that you like that Kent boy,” she said with a smirk. “Ask him out. It’s 2021. Ask him out. Peg him-“

“Mel!”

“Just don’t fuck up my agreement with the farm. I’d fire you for those tomatoes. They’re godly on a sandwich,” she said with a laugh before going back in the kitchen.

You scoffed before finishing your job. You heard the back door bell and went to answer it. Calm down, it’s probably just Mr Kent again, you told yourself. But no, standing in the door with 2 more cases of tomatoes was Connor Kent. He had a grin and happily set the vegetables on the counter.

“So do you always do pick up?” He asked and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes glance down and then back to your face.

“Just for cute vendors,” you said with a shy smile. He grinned widely.

“Well in that case, can a cute vendor ask you out on date,” he asked leaning one arm against the counter beside you. You couldn’t help but notice, once again, how fit he was.

“Uh, sure, yeah,” you said.

“Today? 3 or 4 at the diner downtown?” He asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I can meet you at 4,” you said.

“Then it’s a date,” he answered back walking to the door to leave. “See you at 4, diner downtown.”

“Yeah,” you said as he walked out. You had a stupid smile to your face as you returned to the front.

“Earth to coffee girl,” Amy said. “She sees one cute boy and forgets who she is.”

“I saw one cute girl and I burned the hell out of my hand when we first met,” Melinda teased. “And I’m pretty sure you walked into a pole.”

“Heresay, you didn’t see it,” Amy answered tossing her braids over her shoulder in mock offense. She turned back to you. “Check the timer on the croissants, will yah?”

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“I’ve got to get back to the farm. I uh, I have a date,” Kon said with a little smile. Jonathan Kent nodded knowingly.

“Okay, that’s why you were working so fast. Don’t forget to wash up. And be gentle with a date. They aren’t super strengthed here in Smallville,” he reminded Kon. It sounded like a repeated phrase has had told Clark more than once.

“Of course, Pa,” Kon said running to the porch as soon as the truck stopped in the drive.

“And be a gentleman…. He’s already gone,” Pa said. Martha stood in the doorway.

“He said he has a date,” she said.

“Mmhmm, that’s what I hear. Guess it’s just us for dinner tonight,” Jonathan said giving her a hug. “Maybe we can have our own date with the house empty.”

“Hmmm, that sounds nice,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

20 minutes later and the familiar scent of cologne and body wash could be smelt up the stairs of the Kent home. Connor rushed down.

“How do I look?” He asked. He was wearing nice blue jeans and a shirt sleeve blue plaid button down shirt that was open to mid chest and a white tank top was visible beneath. He had attempted to brush his hair back but a stubborn curl popped out right in the front.

“You look adorable,” Ma said with a smile. She straightened his collar. “Be kind and open doors and pull out her seat. Don’t ever do anything she don’t want. And for goodness sake, don’t make her walk all over town if she’s wearing heels.” She looked over a Pa who shrugged.

“I didn’t know how they worked when we first started dating,” he said sheepishly.

“I won’t forget,” Kon said. He shoved his phone and wallet in his pocket.

“And nothing super. We keep it a secret for a reason. And be careful of your strength. It wouldn’t take much to hurt her,” Pa warned.

“I’ll be careful. Thank you both,” he said before running out the door. About 10 seconds later he came back in. “Can I boroughed the truck?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Pa said with a smile before tossing Kon the keys.

Kon showed up to the diner that had a sign out front saying “Starlight Diner, Best Chicken Fried Steak this side of the Mississippi since 1953.” And that was exactly how the diner worked. Same recipes the owners grandfather used in the same location and with many of the original customers’ grandkids as customers. He walked in to a plump woman with bright red lips seating customers.

“Hiyah welcome to Starlight. Just for one?” She asked.

“No, 2,” Connor said. You weren’t there yet. Most of the other customers were slowing eating pie or drinking coffee rather than eating. It was post lunch rush and before dinner. She sat in a booth by the window and Connor people watched until you arrived.

He saw you walking down the street. You had changed out of your clothes from earlier into a sundress. The wind curled the edge of the dress around your knees as you hurried to the diner. You barely talked to the hostess before hurrying back to the table.

“Sorry, I’m late,” you said earnestly before sitting down. Connor took a sip of sweet tea.

“No it’s fine. It’s only a few minutes. I’m sure traffic was bad,” he joked. You looked out the window where you could probably lay on the street for a minute before getting run over.

“Work tied me up. Our ice maker overflowed so I was holding buckets to catch it as it just poured ice out everywhere,” you said. You looked up to Connor staring at you. You looked down at your shirt and back at him. “What? Do I have something on me?”

“Hmm? No, you’re just look really pretty today,” he answered and you smiled a little shyly.

“Thank you. And you look very handsome. I know you’re related to the Kent’s but where are you from because I know practically everyone around our age from Smallville and you aren’t from around here,” you said.

“I’m from Metropolis,” he said. “And the family tree is complicated but Clark is like my cousin, I guess you could say.”

“You do look a lot alike,” you admitted. “But your smile is different. And you don’t sound like a hick.” You teased.

“Hey now, you’re from Smallville,” he warned.

“Yeah, but not for long. I’m going to Metropolis in the fall. I’m going to college and I’ve already got an internship,” you said with a pleased smile.

“Doing what?” Connor asked. Were you going to be journalist like everyone he knows?

“Microbiology and my internship is at Cadmus connected to Lexcorp,” you said. “It was hard to get and I was one of a billion who applied..” you kept talking about your internship but Connor couldn’t think after learning you were going to work at Cadmus.

“Connor, are you okay?” You asked after a minute. You noticed he wasn’t listening.

“Yes, sorry. Long day. I just-“

“What can get for you two?” Asked the waiter. Saved by the bell, Connor thought. The man took both of your orders and left.

“You were saying?” You asked.

“I don’t remember,” Connor lied. “So why microbiology? Why do you want to do that?”

“I was in high school biology class one day and they pulled out the microscopes and I fell in love. It was the coolest thing. And when I learned that people do that for a job, I was interested,” you said. Connor liked the way you perked up as you talked about your interests.

“I thought Cadmus was a genetic lab,” Connor said.

“Partially. There’s also a division that works on disease prevention and that’s where I’ll be working. Not on the genetic side,” you said.

“Not going to be cloning anyone?” He asked jokingly. Mainly joking.

“Not unless you count single cell organisms as anyone,” you joked and Connor laugh. He could handle this. You weren’t working on that side. The side that made him.

The food arrived and while Connor couldn’t remember exactly what you had said that day, he certainly remembered just being happy. It was nice to just smile at someone who was smiling back at him. And before Connor knew what was going on, he was seeing you as often as possible. Everyday if he got out early enough. And Connor got thinking about extending his break from superheroing.

“Guess who?” He said standing behind you with his hands over your eyes. Your boss had a bit of a smile. It was okay, work was slow.

“Hmm, tall, handsome, blue eyed city boy maybe?” You answered. Connor tickled your sides and you swirled in his arms until you faced him. “Yep, I was right. City boy.”

“Hey now, I’m a full fledged farmer,” he said with another tickle that had you giggling and swirming. He gently kissed your lips as you closed your eyes. A bell at the door had you both breaking apart so you could help a customer.

“Date tonight?” Connor asked. “At the pier?”

“Yeah, see you there,” you answered.

The pier was an area where the people of Smallville would go swimming or fishing. It was also a great place to meet for a date. Usually there were a few kids from town playing but it was a windy cloudy day so you were waiting for Connor alone.

You sat on the edge of the pier and hung your feet in the water. It was actually really nice and cool. You checked your phone.

“Shoot, it’s almost dead,” you said. The wind picked up suddenly and you checked the weather on your phone. It took far longer to load than usual, even at the pier. There was a chance of a thunderstorm. You called Connor.

“Hey Kon, maybe we should meet in town instead of the pier. It’s going to rain soon,” you said.

“Oh man, sure. You can come to the farm. No ones home,” he suggested as he stood in the barn running a hand through his hair and down to scratch at the back of his neck.

“Are you saying ‘come home my parents aren’t home?’ Mr Kent?” You flirted as you walked towards the shore.

“Well, maybe,” Connor answered with a smirk. He leaned against the side of the farm truck. “Just me, you, a twin bed surrounded by my cousin’s spelling bee trophies.”

“Sounds romantic. But I do wonder about your motives,” you said with a laugh as you walked to your car.

“Very much ulterior motives,” he answered. “Possibly even salacious.”

“Oo, sounds fun,” you said unlocking your car when movement on the horizon caught your eyes. “Connor!” You gasped.

“What, what’s wrong?” He asked. He could hear your breathing increase over the phone.

“I think- I think I see a tornado,” you said with a tremor in your voice. “It’s the way back to town. What if it’s coming this way?”

“Hide under something. The bathrooms are brick right? Hide in there and I’m on my way,” Connor said already flying out of the barn. Pa Kent’s words that secrecy was very important burned in Connor’s mind but he didn’t care. He was going to save you.

“Okay, wait, what do you mean you’re on the way? It’s a tornado! You can’t drive in it,” you said confused.

“Don’t worry about me. Just get to safety,” he said and soon he was flying so fast that the phone couldn’t get signal and the call was lost.

You ran to the bathrooms and were lucky the door opened. You moved to most inside toilet and sat on it while locking the door. You needed to grab something to hold on to in case- in case the tornado hit. The sound of wind picked up to a loud roar. You grabbed at a pipe to hug it. The tornado was definitely coming your way. Your breath was erratic and frantic as your heart pounded.

The bathroom door was ripped open and Connor called out your name.

“In here,” you yelled over the roar before unlocking the door. Connor joined you in the bathroom stall and hugged you. The sound of something being ripped apart could be heard and Connor covered your body with his own. You whimpered and pressed your face against his chest as wind and noise whipped around you. Connor covered you both in his tactile telekinesis like a protective blanket.

“We’ll be okay,” he said rubbing your back. “It’ll pass. We’ll be okay.” You nodded against him but your fingers gripped his shirt tighter. After a few minutes the wind started to slow and you looked up.

“What,” you asked, staring at the debris around you both but not touching you. An invisible bubble protected you both. “What is that?”

“Uhh I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you about me. I’m from Metropolis, right?” Connor said as the wind died down to almost nothing. “I’m actually Superboy.” He smiled nervously.

“You’re- you’re Superboy?” You asked faintly. The evidence was clear in front of you. “That explains how you’re so strong.”

“I guess,” he said with a laugh. He watched you nervously. Connor just admitted that he was an alien and some people weren’t too fond of that. How would you react?

“Connor, you saved my life,” you said before pulling him down to a kiss with a grin. You pulled back and looked at him. “God I love you.”

“You what?” He said and the storm was almost forgotten. Did you just say you loved him??

“Oh I- I didn’t mean to say that,” you flushed. “Not that I’m saying I don’t. I do. But it’s too soon-“

“Hey, I love you too,” Kon said and you shut up. You kissed him again.

“We should probably get out of here. The storm has moved on,” you said. Outside, tree branches and trash was thrown across the parking lot. Luckily your car was still there with just some leaves and water on it. “I guess we’ll drive to the farm to check on the Kents?”

“Yeah sounds good. They didn’t sound in trouble but we can check,” Kon answered. He could tell they were fine but he was so keyed up that a solid plan was a good idea.

When you got over to their side of town, the tornado had clearly gone a different way. In fact, the only destruction was the bathrooms down by the pier. The Kent’s were fine. They weren’t exactly happy with Connor for spilling his secrets like that though.

“You’ve been here about 2 months and that’s all it took to say the huge family secret we’ve kept since Clark arrived on the farm ages ago,” Pa said.

“Well, yes. But-“

“You can clean the barn out. No powers.”

“Sounds good.”

Conner was free to go in a week’s time but instead stayed the rest of the summer and helped you move into your new dorm room in metropolis. Superboy showed up in the city shortly after.

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Surprise? | J.K

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Pairing: Jordan Kent x fem! teen!reader

Request:“May I request Jordan Kent x fem reader in which she was present in the battle during episode 7? The one with the solar flare. It's like she kinda knew that he was Superman’s son but this confirmed it. So when Jon destroys the machine it glitches so using the reader's own powers (energy absorption) she stops Clark and Jordan from dying and punches John Irons being like. 'DONT YOU DARE GO NEAR HIM(Jordan)' ” | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: I rewatched the scene as I wrote so the dialogue matches up with the show but obviously there is some dialogue added though just for the fic. Not gonna lie, I didn’t look up what exactly energy absorption is so the power may not be spot on but it’s still really cool.

Summary: When the lives of your boyfriend and his family are endangered, the only way to save them also involves revealing a big secret.

Warnings: Canon-level violence.

Word Count: ~1.9k

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Sitting on the couch next to Jordan, you placed your hand on his shoulder and comforted, “I’m sure Jon’ll calm down eventually, you’ve had worse fights than this.”

Jordan silently shrugged, mindlessly flipping through television channels. You sighed at his seeming indifference before placing your hands on his face and turning his head towards you.

Looking into his saddened eyes, you spoke, “Jordan, I promise you that Jon and I weren’t talking about anything at school today. He just needed a friend. Plus, he totally has a thing for Teagan, which I don’t really get but whatever.”

Jordan’s eyes held contact with yours for a moment before he turned away, sighing, “I know, I know. I just… I’ve had a hard day-And that’s not an excuse! But, you know…”

You slightly tilted your head, “Know what?”

He opened and closed his mouth, searching for an answer that would accurately convey his thoughts, “Jon is… well, Jon. City guy, football quarterback-”

You interrupted him, pointing your finger on his chest, “You’re a football player too! Not that it matters, but you’re legit now! If I hadn’t met you when I did then girls would’ve been lined up at your door.”

He gave you an incredulous look and deadpanned, “I don’t think a girl has even looked at me before living in Smallville.”

You shrugged, “Middle school doesn’t count, everyone’s too busy with pimples and hormones to notice the guys that matter.”

Standing up off the couch, Jordan ascended up the stairs going to his room as you followed closely behind.

After knowing the Kents for years and your family often visiting them in Metropolis, you being in Jordan’s room whenever you were over was natural and neither of your parents really minded. Plus, his father had super-hearing so what was the most you both could really get away with?

Walking up the staircase, Jordan asked, “Even if I believed you, you’ve known me for years, I’m pretty sure even the middle school bullies knew that we’d end up together.”

Before you could confirm his thoughts, Jordan tumbled up the remaining stairs with his hands clutching his head as he groaned in pain.

“Jordan!” you yelled, kneeling down to where he was shriveled on the floor.

His eyes were clenched shut as you screamed, “Jon!”

The older twin entered the hallway at your cry and quickly came over towards you when he saw his brother’s pained state.

“Hey, Jordan, Jordan, Jordan, hey-”

“I think someone’s trying to kill dad,” Jordan gasped, clutching his head.

Unanimously, you and Jonathan exclaimed, “What?”

“Where?” Jonathan also asked.

“I-I don’t know, I can kind of hear him-” Jordan explained before wincing in pain.

Propping yourself under his shoulder, you helped him up as Jonathan ran down the stairs to get the keys.

“Can you take us to him?” you asked.

“What?!” he yelled, before grimacing at his own noise. He then whispered, “What are we going to do? What if you get hurt?”

You opened and closed your mouth before shrugging. You knew what you’d do if you got hurt, draw power from something else to heal yourself. But you had yet to tell Jordan of your own superpowers.

You had meant to tell him when he told you that his dad was superman, him waiting a grand total of three hours before telling you. But he had seemed so distraught about the secret that you didn’t want to add to his trouble.

Instead of revealing yourself in that already stressful moment, you helped him into the truck, “I’ll be fine.”

You sat in the middle of the brothers as Jonathan started the engine before accidentally making the vehicle lurch forward, adding to his twin’s suffering.

At the sudden movement, you grabbed Jordan’s shoulders to prevent him from jolting too much. “Do you even know how to drive?!” you ‘screamed’ in a hushed whisper.

“Not really!”

You braced yourself with both hands on the dashboard as Jordan urged his brother, “Okay, you’re gonna have to go faster, alright!”

“Jordan, I’ve only ever driven mom’s car before!” Jonathan defended, his hands clenching the steering wheel as he tried to control the truck in the pouring rain, “Please just tell me which way to go.”

Doubling over in pain, Jordan groaned, “It’s so loud.”

Your hands immediately went to his as you tried to help him.

“Hey, hey, Jordan look at me,” you pleaded as Jordan’s scared eyes met your own, “Just try to do what you did earlier- when you were listening to me and Jon at school. Please, please just do that.”

Jordan winced again as his breathing quickened.

“Jordan, please focus. Please!” Jonathan begged.

The superpowered twin grabbed onto your hand as he squeezed it while he tried to find some clarity in his mind. You grinded your teeth together at your boyfriend’s subconscious use of superstrength before closing your own eyes.

Feeling a spark of electricity nearby, you pulled it towards you as your hand faintly simmered red while the pain disappeared. The streetlights around you flickered as you drew energy from them, not that the Kent brother’s noticed in the midst of all the chaos.

Jordan’s eyes shot open and he released his grip on your hand as he rapidly pointed to the left, “That way, that way!”

Sharply turning the truck onto a different road, you noticed a barn up ahead with red light radiating from it.

“Over there!” you pointed as Jonathan headed towards the building.

As you approached, you were all able to see the stranger Lois and Clark had been hunting for the past few days through the wide open barn doors.

Pressing his foot on the pedal, Jonathan accelerated towards the man.

Your eyes widened at the increased speed and you grabbed his shoulder, “What are you doing! Do you see that thing he’s holding!”

Jonathan shook his head, “Dad’s in trouble!”

Before you or Jordan could further protest, the truck collided with the man who was moments away from killing the Man of Steel. You jerked forwards as the stranger was thrown back and the hammer was flung out of his hand.

Upon impact, Jordan’s hand grabbed the handle on the car’s ceiling and his arm wrapped around your shoulder to prevent you from hitting your head on the dashboard.

When the truck came to a stop, you all stumbled out of the vehicle and you tried not to throw up at the quickness of everything.

“The-the light’s.” Clark groaned, struggling to pick himself up off the floor.

Pulling the hammer off of the ground, Jonathan turned towards the machine producing the red sun lights and brought the weapon down on it, effectively smashing the machine.

However the destruction of the device only made the lamps briefly flicker before they came back on, even brighter than before.

Clark and Jordan unanimously cried out in pain at the intensity of the lights as they fell to the ground. You urgently fell to Jordan’s side as you cradled his withering form.

Jonathan went to his father as he pleaded, “Dad, Dad! What do we do?! Please, dad, what do we do?!”

Pulling himself off the ground, the man darkly chuckled, “I always have a back-up plan.”

Feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes, you closed your eyes as you felt the energy from your surroundings bubble up inside of you.

Drawing power from the lights, you wobbled up off the ground as the veins in your hands glowed red and a matching shimmer made its way up your arm.

The man was faced away from you and focused on Superman, unable to see your powers activate and the danger he was in.

Grabbing the hammer from off the ground, the man lifted it up to bring it down on the Kent’s as you made the lights shut off and screamed, “Don’t you dare!”

With power drawn into your hand, you punched the stranger and he crumbled to the ground, leaving you to meet the wide eyes of Jonathan Kent and the groggy eyes of his father and brother.

The simmer from your hands faded as you directed the remaining energy from the lights into Jordan and Clark.

The two superpowered aliens sighed in relief before they realized what happened. Lois emerged from the side of the barn as she yelled, “What was that?!”

“Yeah!” Jonathan agreed, “You have powers?!”

You shyly smiled, “Surprise?”

Helping pull Jordan up while Jonathan helped his dad, you explained, “I was going to tell you but then everything happened and well… I don’t know, I promise I was going to do it later though.”

Jordan smiled at you as he softly bumped his shoulder against yours, “Well at least I’m not the only one at our school with superpowers now.”

Jonathan huffed, “Yeah, but I’m probably the only one without them.”

You all chuckled as Clark offered you his hand to shake, “Well thank you for the assist. Hopefully your expert use of powers can help Jordan.”

“Hey! I’m trying my best.”

Laughing at the youngest twin, you all headed towards your respective vehicles and Clark went to pick up the stranger’s unconscious form.

“Wait,” you stopped in your tracks, “Who’s going to drive back?”

Jordan started to raise his hand before Lois cut in, “Nope, no way. You all are coming with me. Clark can bring the truck back later.”

Jordan slumped over in disappointment as he dragged his feet to Lois’ car. “Fine,” he huffed.

Jonathan scoffed, “Do you seriously think that you’d do a better job at driving than me?”

“Think? I know I would, not that you did well to begin with.”

“Oh, please. I got us here in the pouring rain while you were collapsed in the corner-”

The two twins continued bickering as you all crammed into the backseat of Lois’ car. You were unfortunately stuck in the middle of them and their argument, again.

But despite the constant disagreements between the twins, you found it in yourself to smile at how things turned out, glad that you were finally able to tell Jordan your secret.

Holding his hand in yours, Jordan briefly stopped screaming at Jonathan and smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but grin back.

Sure, not all secrets turn out the best when revealed, but this surprise was definitely for the better.

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thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, i’m very eager to hear your og version on the ‘but obi-wan, tho!’, because i admittedly pushed this one’s resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.

continuation from here

note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa. 

newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.

He’s been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesn’t really change anything).

He lives an hour’s drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.

It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that it’s what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didn’t end well but no-one knows the details.

Has several cats. 

He’s- wistful but settled. He’s been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.

Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. He’s worked a lot of jobs. 

He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for ‘how did i get here’ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.

Then he really learns physics- and- light doesn’t exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.

Get’s another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesn’t claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesn’t want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, who’s alien differences are far more of the ‘military experiment interesting’ variety then his.

He stops tinkering with Clark’s ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, he’s never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know. 

Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- he’s meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death he’ll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?

Ok, he’s not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and he’s doing good here, even if it’s not galaxy altering.

Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He can’t do anything with it, but it’s there. There’s also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys. 

He’s not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ‘real’ ‘magic’ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.

It’s still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered. 

“There is some sort of power locked within, but it’s unfamiliar to me,” she admits finally. “I could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.” Anakin politely refuses. 

Later, after the justice league’s formation, Clark mentions to J’onn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. J’onn is extremely doubtful when he’s brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches he’s done to an impressed J’onn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, he’s absently informed that,

“I used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.”

“I’m unfamiliar with this world.”

“Tell you what, if you ever meet anyone who’s heard it of it, send them my way, and I’ll make your next repair free.”

“Oh! I’m afraid I don’t have any earth money...”

“Ugh, of course you don’t. it’s cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyone’s entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you can’t pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here I’ll get you a pamphlet-”

So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. J’onn J’onzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalker’s friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakin’s Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.

(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up it’s basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he can’t release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)

Kal-El doesn’t stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if they’ve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonian’s powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasn’t like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.

In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscant’s cityscape, Tatooine’s binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.

Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesn’t mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.

“How did you even meet that guy?” Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country. 

“Aliens among us support group,” Kal-El responds deadpan. 

“Oh. Wait, what? He’s an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! You’re messing with me. No way that’s a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?”

“Sorry, most of them aren’t out and I don’t want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met J’onn?”

“SUPES I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOU’VE GOTTA STOP”

Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as ‘that one midwestern zen space mechanic’ and no one really questions it because everyone’s life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and it’s as good an explanation as any for Anakin’s general vibe.

well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakin’s general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.

But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,

“Shouldn’t you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?”

“I have, over the years,” Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. “But no one’s familiar with the exact one I’m looking for, and I thought since you’re a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...”

“You’re an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,” Bruce shoots back flatly. “I’ve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has ‘personal project’ all over it.”

“Come on, B, please,” Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. “In a few months it will have been 30 years! He’s my brother! Just let me see the research you’ve already done!”

“Who says I’ve already done research on your brother?”

Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.

“I’ll need need to talk with him first,” Bruce finally concedes. “Bring him by the cave. Take the-”

“Take the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,” Clark agrees with a grin. “This doesn’t mean he’s authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. I’ll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.”

Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakin’s file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone who’s not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.

That doesn’t mean he’s not convinced that Anakin’s brother is a bit insane. Again, he’s not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!

Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kent’s ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles he’s pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.

Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kent’s and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesn’t mean they were actually reachable. 

Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jedi’ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didn’t see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a ‘If you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earth’ pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.

Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.

[fandomout]

Jon Kent Imagine/Preference CW Lois and Clark

Comforting Jon when he's upset about Eliza

GIF CREDIT

Sorry about the lack of posts! I really want to branch out. I have some writers block. This has some angst and fluff. Hope you like it. I really feel in love with Jon seeing how he takes care of Jordan and wanted to write something for him.

Warning: Spoiler if you haven't seen the second to last or last episode I think.

You and Jonathan aren't close enough as friends just yet, but it's really natural and nice between you two. These days you could say he was your closest friend and you his. You were looking forward to the talk about the carnival with Jonathan as you knew it was his first. As you saw him at his locker, you basically skipped over to him and spoke in an upbeat tone; however you only got his name in before he slammed his locker shut. He had a clenched jaw and told you, “I can’t talk now, Y/N.” Then, he quickly walked off before you had the chance to say much else. Yu stare off toward him with a frown. You had to wonder what was making him so upset. He’d been so nice and kind. This reaction was new to you. You spent the day thinking about it and keeping your distance after trying one more time to get close, of course; however, he got away once more.

Later that day, you were dropping off some stuff for the Harvest Festival, which led to you seeing Lois and Clark. You walked up to the pair of Kents and greeted them. They replied in kind with a bit more enthusiasm than you. You’d only really had two interactions previously, but they were both enjoyable. You commented on some of the items they brought in interest before finding yourself blurting out and regretting what was really on your mind. Those words were, “I’m sorry to bother you and be so forward...not sure this is my place, but I was wondering if either of you knew how Jonathan was doing? Is-is he okay?” They both meet eyes. Lois walks up a bit and grabs your arm comfortingly and replies, “It’s oh so very sweet of you to ask. Been giving you the cold shoulder?” You nod. “Don’t worry too much about that. He’s dealing as best he can.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry to ask. I was just worried all day about it. I know my feelings aren’t really the thing to think about. He's the one to worry about, but anyway...Yeah...it-” Clark interrupts to say, “We we understand you're just worried. It's completely fine.” and adds an understanding smile.

“Right. Well, Have a nice day.” You start to walk off when Lois yells, “Wait!” You turn toward her and she states, “Are you going by the carnival? What am I saying? Of course you are. If you live in Smallville, it’s a requirement. Anyway, Jonathan might be up to seeing you then.” You nod, and Clark adds, “I wouldn't worry too much about you and Jonathan. You guys seem really close, and we’re glad he has you in his corner.” You smile at the comment, and you reply, “I’m glad to be there too.” You walk away quickly.

You next saw Jonathan on the night of the Festival carnival. You weren’t actively planning on seeing him since you wanted to give him space, but you couldn't help yourself after you noticed his drunk state. You walked up to him and his football buddies, Timmy and Corey.

“Hey Jonathan.” You said simply, and he smiled before screaming out, “Hey!”

“What are you up to?”

“Just some hanging out. Oh!” He smacks his head lightly with the palm of his hand, which makes your eyes go wide. “Where are my manners?” You aren’t sure what he’s referring to until he harshly and quickly pulls out the flask from his pocket and holds it out to you.

“No thank you.” You tell him, and he insists with his hand. “Really. I’d rather not.” You push his hand away with yours. It seems to make him a little upset, so he says, “Well, we’re going to get a better look at the place, see you.” and stumbles a little over what seems to be only a little bit of hay on the ground. You use both hands to grab onto his arm and softly say, “Jonathan…”

“I’m fine.” He smiles and tries to walk off again, but you hold your grip and urge, “I think you should take a seat. I’ll get you some wat-”

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“I don’t want to leave you alone.” He scoffs and laughs in a undermining wat before pulling his arm away from and expresses, “Yeah. I got that. You’re always clinging to me!”

“Clinging?”

“I said it. Always around me.”

“Well, we’re friend so-”

“An annoying one at that.” He laughs.

“Why are you being like this?” He nods to his buddies to walk off and they do; Jonathan goes off and says, “I hate it here. Nothing is going right. I have nothing left for me here. Wish I could just leave!”

“You have nothing here?”

“That’s right!”

“What have I been doing around you for the past couple of weeks then? I thought we were friends...A pretty decent refreshment from everything and everyone around here, but you can’t even stand it here? Wow I’ve never felt so stupid in my life. I mean I misread all of our interactions. Guess we just wasted each other's time then. Don’t worry you don’t need to pretend or whatever it was you were doing with me anymore. I’ll leave y0ou be-”

“Come on, that not what I-”

“I think you did.” Starts walking away. He tries to chase after, but it’s futile in his drunk state as he trips and falls into a stack of hay. You look over wanting to help. After seeing Jordan though, you give yourself the chance to walk away.

“Y/N!” You hear him call, yet you keep walking.

Jordan sits Jonathan down and asks, “I left you alone for 5 seconds to get water for you. What was up with that?”

“I think I just ruined the one relationship I can actually bare in this town…” He looks down defeated.

“Y/n is reasonable, just talk to them tomorrow and apologize.”

“How could I be such an idiot?”

“Heartbreak does crazy things…” Scoffs a bit. “Yeah, like you’d know.”

“Shut up.” Jordan smiled and shoved him lightly, which almost knocked Jonathan over.

“Woah! Really gonna use the strength on me when I’m most vulnerable.”

“Sorry, don’t know my own strength.”

“It’s cool…”

After calling the cab share, they make their way to the entrance of the carnival, and they see you as you wait for someone to pick you up. Jonathan stares at you guilty until you feel someone burning their gaze into you. You turn and meet his eyes, and you snap your head forward again. You just wanted to go home and not think about the cruel and unexpected words. He sighs and walks over to you, which left Jordan far from you two. He sits down next to you and quietly says, “Y/N…”

“Jonathan please…” You crumple your clothes.

“I am really sorry about what I said…”

“If it was true, I’d rather you not apologize. I’d prefer the truth even if you gave it to me, painfully.”

“I didn’t mean i-Well, I meant most of it...I wasn’t thinking. While, yeah, I hate it here, I don’t hate you.” Nudges you with his arm like he’ll hold your hand and says, “You're the only thing I like about this place…”

“As you should, I’ve been an awesome friend.” You both laugh.

“Can’t argue with that. That being said, I haven’t been the best, especially the last day or two-”

“Well, I can get wanting distance for the most sort after whatever happened to you, but-”

“Eliza broke up with me, and it shouldn't be an excuse for what I said to you…”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I know...She just-I don’t get it. I mean I didn’t even see it coming...I can get the distance to be too much, but why now...I just hate it...”

“Things haven’t been easy for you here.”

“Way to state the obvious.”

“Shut up, I mean everything was great where you lived before right?”

“Yeah basically.”

“Eliza was just the last piece of that place. I think that’s what makes this harder for you” eyes go wide. “I-I don’t mean to tell you how you feel! Just-” Puts his hand to your arm.

“I know.” Comforting smile. Small falters and nods. ”What you said makes a lot of sense actually...”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Anyway, I should get home before my parents get more upset at me for tonight.”

“Right. Right.” Both stand. “Good Night.” You wave to him slightly.

“Good Night.” He pulls you into a firm and warm hug and says, “Any thank you.” He let's go and you nod at him a little awkward. He smiles at you and waves before heading into the car.

Hope your day got better!

[tickle-bugs]

Justice League Headcanons

So...yeah. Blame @fickle-tiction and @fanficsandfluff but I can’t get JL out of my head. I know next to nothing in terms of canon and I only enjoy a handful of DC movies, so this is the beginning of what I am calling the BEU (Bug Extended Universe). 

Essentially, in the words of Nick Fury, ‘I recognize your canon, but seeing as it’s a stupid-ass canon, I have elected to ignore it :)’. A mish-mash of everything I’ve learned about DC through osmosis and my own personal vibe checks :)

This is absurdly long so everything is under the cut:

Clark Kent

- Superman? NO, Superdork. 

- He’s extremely clumsy. If he wasn’t as fast as a speeding bullet he’d get his ass handed to him ten times over. He has two left feet. 

- He has a sweet tooth like no one’s business. Lois once found him perched on the kitchen counter at 3 am eating the donuts she brought home from work. 

- Super playful and affectionate! King of bear hugs! Country boy I love youuuuuuu

- Curses like a sailor. Do you really think Clark ‘Smallville, Kansas’ Kent is wholesome? He stubbed his toe once and yelled FUCK so loud that the windows vibrated. Everyone who isn’t in the league thinks he’s a boyscout but the league knows the truth. 

- Forgets about his powers a lot. He has been known to run through walls/take doors off their hinges when he’s excited. 

- Goblin. He loves messing with Bruce and roping Barry into his schemes. 

- Clark being ticklish is actually smth that can be so personal? His laugh is so loud and he always goes ‘sorry’ and tries to be quieter but it does NOT work. He has flight instincts more than fight instincts so he often starts unconsciously floating away when he’s tickled it’s so cute. He giggles a lot and he’s not particularly embarrassed by it.

- Do NOT get me started on ler Clark I could write a dissertation. He is SO playful and teasy but also sweet? He definitely is the type to laugh along with his lee. He definitely allows any sort of retaliation/fighting back like,,, if you manage to crawl away it’s because he let you, and if he wants too, he can be very mean and immovable.

- Bruce and Barry are his favorite targets. He doesn’t go after Diana because, frankly, he doesn’t have a death wish. He loves to cause problems on purpose by squeezing Arthur’s side and then blaming it on Barry. (Hal Jordan isn’t in the DCEU Justice League but I wish he was...they’d be partners in crime <3)

Bruce Wayne

- Okay let’s clarify some things: he’s not actually an asshole. He can be abrasive and snarky but he’s more towards the sarcastic gruff side vs straight-up mean.

- A lot of people think he’s genuinely an asshole/disconnected rich guy because he has a terrible habit of zoning out/interrupting people? Bruce actually just has intense ADHD that he refuses to get diagnosed, no matter how much Alfred pushes him. He doesn’t care what people think about him and he’s mostly learned how to manage it, so he leaves it alone.

- That being said, his friendship with Barry has me :’) Yes, he thinks Barry’s a pest (affectionate), but they share a few science-related hyperfixations (robotics, chemical engineering, etc). They can frequently be found holed up in the Batcave with a week’s worth of food and caffeine, and they’re just....tinkering. Watching them at work is amazing because as much as they annoy each other, they respect each other :)

- He’s 100% a cat person. He doesn’t have a problem with dogs, he just prefers cats. He feeds the strays that hang out around the Manor all the time...

-...which Alfred begs him not to do, because Bruce is severely allergic. He thinks he can power through the allergies until one of the stray cats does the face-headbump thing and he’s incapacitated emotionally and physically for the rest of the day. 

- He severely restrains his emotions but like...catch him on a good day or in a good mood and he’ll smile and laugh, especially in friendly company. He just generally believes in maintaining a poker face so no one can read him. 

- Not to be disrespectful but...thighs. I am Looking. 

- Bruce has a wonderful laugh. He’s not much of a giggler tbh but he has this open, clear, slightly scratchy kinda laugh (his voice is permanently hoarse from the Batman Voice). It’s so lovely. He has a habit of covering his mouth bc he’s embarrassed of his smile but if he finds something very funny he’ll laugh openly. 

- Thee Batman is ticklish and he...doesn’t hate it? Like of course he protests ten ways from Sunday but he more minds the ‘guys stop you’re ruining my dark and brooding facade’ bit. He hates being teased though and he will throw hands. 

- Circling back to the emotions thing, he’s very good at controlling his reactions, which means he has thoroughly convinced everyone he’s not ticklish. Except Clark, stupidly perceptive Clark, because he can hear Bruce’s heartbeat and see the way he clenches his jaw to avoid smiling. 

Diana Prince

- WIFEY!!!!! 

- Diana is hilarious okay? She’s just...so fucking funny. Her jokes never miss. You wouldn’t think she’s the quippy type, but she is, and she’s damn good at it. In a distant alternate universe, Peter Parker senses a rival. 

- Loves fresh fruit, but especially strawberries? She makes frequent trips to the local farmer’s market. 

- She also has a raging sweet tooth. She and Clark work together to steal sweets and buy snacks. 

- Will not back down from a challenge, ever. It’s kinda a problem.

- She has such a sweet laugh :’) It’s so bouncy and melodic and she scrunches her nose. She WILL snort and it’s the cutest thing ever. Yes she’s ticklish, but no one gets more than five seconds of laughter out of her before she turns the tables. 

- World’s meanest ler. Not only is she frequently on the prowl, she is near-ruthless, especially if she’s been baited. Once she sets her sights on someone, she won’t rest until she’s heard their laugh. 

- Diana is very mischievous and loves hearing her friends laugh. It’s impossible to be in her vicinity for more than five minutes without at LEAST a few pokes. She is not above just,,, random tickles either. 

- Nails. That is all. 

Arthur Curry

- Why are his tiddies always out? Someone please explain.

- The most targeted for pranks ever. Diana especially. Something about him just attracts goblinism. 

- He’s coming for Clark’s bear hugger crown. He picks people up so often that they’re just used to it now. 

- Playfighting and roughhousing is his love language. He absolutely loves wrestling with anyone who’ll humor him. He and Diana frequently tussle because they’re both good sports about it (Bruce is a little bit of a sore loser. Just a smidge). 

- Thinks he can get away with anything, which is decidedly not true. He just nopes his way out of the room and everyone’s like D:< get back here and atone for your sins!!! But Arthur’s already in the Pacific Ocean. 

- I like to think he’s ticklish, just not super ticklish y’know? He probably has a couple hidden spots that make him lose it though. Like he’ll definitely laugh and fall over, but he can and will fight back. Oh boy, will he fight back. 

- Batman: No fear.

Diana and Arthur sneaking up behind him:

Batman: One fear. 

- Y’know that picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up behind Henry Cavill on the red carpet? That is extremely relevant. Arthur loves to sneak up behind people and just...take them down. 

- Thinks Barry is annoying (affectionate) and the two of them are constantly chasing each other around. Barry is fast but Arthur’s strong (and wayy less ticklish than Barry)

- Physical affection!! He always has his arms around someone’s shoulders or something. He’s just a touchy kind of guy :)

Barry Allen

- Speedy boy! ADHD king! Sometimes his thoughts are also at superspeed, which means he talks way too fast and no one can understand him? But Bruce speaks fluent Barry and he translates often (though not without a labored sigh beforehand). 

- Physically affectionate but casual about it? He likes to play with people’s hands while he’s talking, bump shoulders with whoever he’s next to, etc. He doesn’t really realize he does it either. It’s not uncommon for him to be talking to Clark or Diana and they just...unconsciously give him their hand before he reaches for it.

- Okay so y’know how Bruce feeds the strays? Who do you think lets them in the first place? Barry has tried to adopt every stray he comes across, and when Alfred inevitably says no, Barry runs them to the shelter himself :’)

- Gifting is his love language!!! If he sees anything that remotely reminds him of his friends, he brings it to them. 

- He likes to hang out with Victor because he’s quiet, but doesn’t mind when Barry rambles, which he tends to do quite often. Barry will catch himself rambling and trail off, but Victor will encourage him to keep going, because he’s listening. 

- Thee Pillsbury Doughboy. Just these high-pitched, bouncy, frantic giggles that only get worse and eventually morph into cackles. He hiccups a lot too :’)

- Okay so he’s not a flailer but he’s super squirmy. Barry will cling onto his ler’s arms just to hold onto something. He kicks his legs too (he does this when he’s not being tickled either, if he laughs and he’s sitting somewhere he kicks). He also just constantly tries to crawl away. If he isn’t pinned down he will drag himself to safety. He also has a habit of curling up :’)

- Absolutely invented the speed-tickle. He actually doesn’t often use his powers (unless he’s chasing down Clark, because Clark isn’t above breaking the sound barrier to escape). He’s just got incredible hand-eye coordination and precision. His hands will be absolutely everywhere and he is so teasy about it. 

- Tries not to start fights he can’t finish, but he always gets roped into Clark’s mischief and gets targeted with revenge tickles. 

- He has tickled Clark once. It was incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular. Literally his crowning achievement. Did Clark absolutely destroy him afterwards? Yes, but it was so worth it. 

Victor Stone

- Quiet and stoic, but he’s always preferred listening and interjecting with a joke or two. 

- Closest with Barry and Diana, but he’s making an effort to bond with everyone.

- Unfortunately not ticklish :( I like to think soft touches on his face will make him smile and lean away, but it’s not going to get a laugh from him.

- Doesn’t often get involved in tickly shenanigans, but when he does, he surprises everyone with how much fun he has. A different, warmer side of him comes out when he’s among his friends.

- He’s a hugger! Definitely awkward about it, but he loves hugs and just...holding his friends. 

- He collects hoodies. He can’t really feel them when he’s wearing them, but he likes them and the idea of it. Barry seems to slip him a new hoodie every week. Victor has no idea where he gets them from but he’s not complaining. 

- He is an enabler. He will look at Bruce like :| “no, I don’t know where Barry and Clark are, nor do I no what they’re planning” But they’re literally right behind Bruce, about to squeeze his sides. 

- That being said, he won’t do that with Diana. If she asks where they are, he’ll subtly nod his head in their direction. Even in jest, he will never lie to her. Which makes him Thee person to avoid when Diana’s on her mischievous streaks.

[lanechester]

Season 4 once more!!!

that first meeting truly never gets old

ok ok maybe Jason's a little sketchy leading Lana to the countess sketch. But also. He's a pure bean. Mommas the problem

season 4 Lois, everybody!

season 4 clois, everybody! They're so obvious lol

idek why I'm watching transference again

ok Tom's brilliant though

like really brilliant

I've said this already but anyway once more: Jensen Ackles is a treat

Martha helicopter momming gets kinda old after awhile

Kristin as Isobel. Also a delight

I adore season 4 with my whole heart but the storyline with Jason's mom was... a choice

I was trying to follow the Teague story better but it just doesn't completely add up

Lol Chloe and Lana having that cryptic virginity talk

I forgot smallville literally had an episode basically about who was still a virgin and who wasn't

Lana. Alicia. Clark. Not Chloe. Prob not Jason

ok Lana and Jason and everyone else have every reason to be suspicious of Alicia but uh they do know she can't be invisible right?

Clark's parents getting pissed at him also still pisses me off

LOIS STOPPING CLARK!!! LOIS STOPPING CLARK!

ok yes Clark is an oblivious idiot, but also Chloe could just stop? Listen to Lo's fantastic advice. Don't be weird

I think I've figured out the Teagues. Or at least how I'm gonna perceive that arc

Never mind I really don't. But I kinda do

Maybe

Evil Lex everyone

Spirit Blank is such a beautiful one two punch

Crowns mine bitch. Little close to the Boob. Clark being dragged to prom.

Chloe's fake unconsciousness actually hilarious. Girl just wakes up and stands up. Girl. That isn't how it works

Clark using his powers for the first time again. Bumbly Clark trying to explain

The fact that jason walks in, yells at Lana asking her not to give up on him. And that's their last interaction?? K

Ooh pity party these are fun

"Remember anything? The house, the cows?"

I'm a clois shipper first and foremost but ageless is such a cute clana ep. Mama bear Lana. Papa Clark

I had almost forgotten about Jason's mom. Have I mentioned I hate her?

That awkward moment when your 3 day old son is also only like 2 years younger than you

The Teagues and Luthors fighting over a stone that Lana Lang has. Never gets old

Ok no I do get it this time. The Teagues. The Luthors. It's coming together.

Lol they thought Jason was dead. Tbh so did I the first time excited for that reveal again

Ok brendan shattering on the stairs is peak Smallville high school horror

I FORGOT ABOUT THE KISS. LOL

How tf was Jason still standing. Like actually

My man was knocked over the head, likely concussed, shot, fell off a cliff into a river. Then proceeds to somehow get to safety, drives his truck probably a good distance and has a full battle with the Kents, more blows to the head, more blood. No sleep

No seriously Jason how were you conscious

Lois way stronger than me I would've been bawling at the top of that hill

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 5

“Are you at least getting fresh air?”

“There’s a lot of windows in the mansion.”

“That’s not what I mean! Go outside!!”

Lex smiled at the thread of text messages. 

He’d been working on a project for the last week, so of course when you hadn’t seen much of him you got worried.

The revelation was nice.

The thought of someone worrying, caring about his well being.

He assured you that he wasn’t completely barricading himself inside his office. He was nearly done. The last parts were coming together and he could catch up on a week’s worth of sleep. Sending a reply, he slid the phone on his desk as he forwarded the last email. Once sent, he closed his laptop, letting out a sigh. All he really needed was a shower and a meal and then he could enjoy his new found free time.

At least that’s what he hoped. The doors flying open assured him that was not the case.

The person standing before him was not who he expected.

Clark Kent.

“Great. What crime is he going to accuse me of now?”

All he wanted was a bath.

“We need to talk.”

Lex just worked up that confident smile.

“I don’t recall us having any meetings scheduled. Let me get back to you when my calendar is free.”

“This isn’t a game Lex.”

Clark’s tone was firm, and he realized at that moment that he couldn’t just brush it off with clever words.

Lex turned his chair, rising to his feet.

“Tell me Clark, what devilish activity did you have me down for today?

“(Y/N)’s secret.”

Lex’s body became tense. Rather than admit that he knew, he decided to play oblivious. That could have meant any number of things. He wouldn’t be the one to accidentally tell Clark about your powers. You trusted him. Clark would literally have to beat it out of him if he wanted to get a word.

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

Clark brows furrowed for a second, like he was trying so desperately to read him. But Lex was firm.

“He’s actually protecting her…”

Clark had always been weary telling anyone about his powers. But watching Lex physically and verbally keep your secret, it brought a sharp pang to his chest. Because he couldn't help wondering if he told Lex, maybe he could have saved the friendship and gained a powerful ally.

“(Y/N) is an empath, she can control and read the emotions of those around her.”

His surprise was hard to mask. Lex just turned his back.

“If you’re going to make up stories, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“She told me everything Lex. She used her powers on those men when they attacked the building. The both of you were hiding in a closet. She told me that you risked your life for her.”

Lex turned slowly, eyes a bit combative. But he knew. At that point he realized that it was obvious you’d told Clark everything.

“I didn’t know..that day I didn’t know she had powers. Even when we were in that closet she just kept yelling at me. I know it was partly your influence. I was pissed that she was judging me even when we were potentially about to die. I was pissed but I..then I looked at her and she was so scared and all I wanted to do at that moment was to save her even if she hated me. She didn’t deserve to die.”

Clark thought he imagined it that day in your house, but now watching Lex, it was hard to hide.

“You care about her.”

Those words felt like knives. Lex raised his head so quickly, and Clark spotted the panic. Like it was a secret no one was supposed to discover.

“You have no right to tell her..”

There was a vulnerability to his words, and Clark felt sympathetic. Because that look on his face wasn’t truly panic. It was more one of fear. Fear of losing someone. He knows because he’s probably worn it a million times.

Lex swallowed, trying to school his features into something that looked less pathetic. Like he wasn’t horrified that the second you learned of his feelings you wouldn’t turn tail and run.

Clark had an entire speech planned. He was about to head over there and tell Lex that if he ever hurt you, then he’d be sorry. But looking at Lex now, a part of him just wanted to offer some reassurance. He understands that Lex has a short list of people he can rely on. Trust isn’t easy. There’s a lot that wasn’t easy for him.

Love was very high on that list.

Looking at Lex, he could easily say it was the first time he’d seen him wear such an expression.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

Those weren’t the words that Lex was expecting. Clark just wore an understanding look.

He’d done his part.

Of course he was going to keep an eye on Lex. But as of right now, the only threat was probably Lex’s conflicting mind.

That wasn’t something Clark could fix.

Lex would have to figure it out on his own. 

[yamithediaperdork]

Baby bird and Super daddy (DC)

it was Friday afternoon and school was out which only meant one thing for a group of young sidekicks: it was time to haul their butts to San Francisco and more to the point to Titans tower.

Oddly though one member of the titans wasn't getting his normal ride from Gotham to the tower with his mentor Batman, AKA Bruce Wayne but inside had been picked up in Smallvile by his surrogate big brother Nightwing who was also giving a ride to Kon-el, AKA Superboy.

Sulking and pouting in his costume, Robin AKA Tim drake was blushing and his bottom looked a little more puffy then normal, but only a expert would know to look and see it.. so Naturally Dick had.

"So I'm not one to judge, I mean, I've know you and Kon where hooking up for awhile." Dick said, smirking and while he kept a eye on the controls of his aircraft, he made sure to steal looks back at the blushing big time Tim who had been tugged into Kon's lap. And of course Kon was smirking.

"but I just need to know, Is my little brother from anther mother in huggies because you two are kinky, or Kon needs to stop topping for awhile?"

"DICK!" Tim shrieked and whined, burying his face in Kon's shoulder and whining.

"He tried to make me his little guy, needless to say it backfired." Kon chuckled, and rubbed Tim's back and patted the boys bottom, a faint crinkling being heard only by Kon due to his super hearing over the dim of the plane.

"Oh, I HAVE to hear more..but before that.. I think I have a juice box or two if the little guy is thirsty." Dick offered.

"Dickkkkkk!" Tim whined and pouted, shooting daggers though his mask.

"Well he is a thirsty bitch, but he had a big ba-ba of fresh milk before we left." Kon chuckled.

"Hate you both." Tim whined and tried to squirm out of Kon's lap, but he was a boy of tissue in a boy of steel's grip, and wasn't going anywhere.

As Dick chuckled, Kon reached into Tim's belt and pulled out a superman logo pacifier and popped it in the boy wonders mouth and rocked him, and in seconds Tim had gone night night and Kon was free to tell the story.

Tim had pleaded and begged to hang out with Kon-el for the two days he had off from school back in Gotham (the staff was recovering from the latest attack by a bat rouge, Riddler this time.)

Bruce had tried to say the time could be used to help out with Gotham but after getting Alfred on his side it had only taken anther half hour before Bruce was dropping Tim off by the Kent farm, commenting on how much extra baggage he had taken with him for just going there for Thursday and Friday (Tim had spare clothes at titans tower)

Tim had come up with a excuse that he might help on the farm and didn't wanna end up smelling like cow dropping and Bruce had let it go.

Superboy of course who's X-ray vision was coming and going at this point had been able to spot right away was was in the extra luggage and just smirked to himself.

The Kent's of course knew without being told that Tim and Kon were dating, Connor just wouldn't shut up about him and they were practically all over each other calling it rough housing.

"If that's what you kids these days call it. Take it out to the barn." Was all Pa said, not looking up from his newspaper.

Once out in the barn, Tim went right to work turning on the puppy dog eyes and kissing Kon's neck and blowing in his ear, things that drove the boy of steel wild.

"Koooon, I have a hawt idea we should try out." Tim said in his 'I'm so cute you can't refuse me' voice which normally had Kon wrapped around Tim's little finger.

However forewarned Kon was ready and kept his control in place, though asked what Tim wanted to try out.

"Well have you ever heard of diaper punishment or age play?" Tim had asked, opening the luggage and holding up a teen sized diaper with little bat symbols on it and holding it out, grinning ear to ear.

Kon however, returned that grin with his own and played along, though not like Tim had expected.

"oh I see, You wanna be my little baby bird! Cute! and you even got bat diapers! Adorable!" Kon gushed as Tim's jaw dropped.

"W-What? No! I-" Tim started, blushing bright red.

"Ohhh I've heard of this, you're gonna act like you don't want it so you can be a pouty little boy while enjoying your diapie wipies~" Kon chuckled, dashing up and snatching the diaper from the smaller boys hands and planting a smooch on him, tongue dominating Tim's mouth and feeling the fight go out of Tim for a second.

he also felt the boy wonder less then wonderful hard on press against his leg and broke off the kiss.

"well I think that answers whether or not you want daddy Kon to make you a good little baby bird." Kon said.

"I what.. No! I was gonna.. you were gonna.." Tim whined, flustered and trying to will away his hard-on, but but there was no amount of zen training with Batman that was going to make the boy wonder's stiffie vanish.

"Oh look, you have a paddle, and some baby outfits.. paci's and ba-ba's..Damn you must REALLY wanna just be a helpless little diaper dork huh sweetie?" Kon was saying, looking though all the supplies tat had been meant for him and super warming up to the idea of babying Tim.

There was even a pair of jean overalls with crotch snaps so a certain diaper boy could work on the farm!

"and look at all these diapers! Somebody plans on making LOTS of presents for his super daddy huh?" Kon added.

"NO I DO NOT! THAT WAS ALL MEANT FOR YOU!" Tim whined and stomped a foot, hands balled in fists and at his sides.

Sadly, this did nothing to help his argument.

"Baby bird, that's enough of the attuide. You need to take off your big boy clothes and lay down so I can get you in a diapie or else mister man." Kon said, smirking but trying to have a authoritative tone, picking up the paddle.

"YOU DON'T HAVE THE BALLS!" Tim yelled.

Sadly as it turned out for Tim's poor soon to be bright red backside, Kon had the balls and more.

On a scale of 1 to 10, Kon guessed the effort he had put into the spanking (and being nice enough not to use the paddle too!) was about a 3 or 4, but from the howls and sobs that had escaped the soon to be pampered sidekick, you'd of sworn he had gone all out.

'Man, either full on humans are more fragile then I thought, or Tim just can't take a spanking!' Kon mused as he cleaned up the puddle that the boy wonder had made during his ten swats, and let's just say it wasn't urine. 'Though for someone who's sobbing so much with his nose in the corner..'

"Baby bird, you're gonna wake up half of Smallville with that sobbing, I'm gonna need you to tone it down or I'll have to get creative with gagging you." Kon called over sweetly.

Tim, with pants gone and butt glowing bright red from the spanking and having his hands on the back of his head turned around from the corner and moved his mouth as if to argue, then apparently thought better of it and meekly nodded his head.

"I-I'll try.." Robin sniffled and whined, any trace of him trying to be dom had left his body when he'd creamed himself from being spanked.

"I could give you one of your paci's, but you have to promise to be a very good boy and not spit it out, I'll just pop it back into your mouth anyways." Kon offered.

Looking around the dirty floor of the barn, Tim made a icky face and nodded he could be good and opened his mouth for the customed Superman paci, with the large oversized rubber nipple making Tim start to drool down his chin in seconds.

"it's too bag you didn't pack a enema kit, I bet you have the CUTEST 'i'm pooping!' face baby bird!" Kon commented, having laid most of the items out on his bed and chuckling at the whimper that escaped from Tim.

"Shucks, and Pa and ma Kent kicked us out to the barn for the night.. I know ma has a nice big one. Ah well, there's always tomorrow." Kon chuckled and shrugged.

Tim gave a series of muffled protests around the paci turning a little pale at the thought of getting a massive soapy enema while Kon and the Kent had breakfast, though it was also making him get a little excited.

"Hmmm? Oh I see someone likes the idea~ thats great! I'm sure Ma and Pa won't mind having a baby around the house." Kon laughed.

Tim whined and wanted to argue, wanted to take out the paci and say no way in hell,m but his body betrayed him again and he made anther puddle instead.

"Sheesh, You must be backed up like crazy.. Better get you pampered before you paint the walls."

"Wait, did he really cream himself again just from-" Nightwing asked, snickering and glad he'd switched to auto pilot for this.

"NO I didn't!" Tim whined and huffed, squirming in his seat.

"Baby bird, what did I tell you about telling fibs?" Kon warned wagging a finger at the smaller boy.

"...OK maybe I did.. But it's not my fault! you know how hard it is to crank one out at the mansion since Alfred doesn't approve!!" Tim whined and sulked,

"Actually back in my day Alfred just left me tissues and Lotion and a note asking I keep my voice down." Dick chuckled, though he blushed a little as he recalled it.

"That's SO unfair!!" Tim whined and huffed.

"Don't worry about it baby bird. now that you'll be my little guy at least once a week I'll make sure you're never backed up again." Kon teased and kissed Tim's forehead.

"My hero.." Tim huffed. "Just finish the poopie story."

To say the Kent's were a little shocked the next morning when A clearly diapered Tim was lead over, sucking on a paci and dressed to go to work in the field would of been a understatement, but as the human couple that had raised Superman from babyhood to adult, Had been the home of Matrix while she was still adjusting to life on this earth and were now looking after Kon,,they got over the shock rather quickly.

If anything, Kon had called it and Ma Kent dotted on baby Tim right away, though to Kon's disappointment (and maybe Tim's) she turned down the idea of giving Tim a enema for fun.

"Those are just in case the widdle cutie is all backed up!" she scolded Kon, who pouted a little but backed down.

Breakfast was egg's and bacon for the Kent's and Kon, and a bowl of oatmeal for widdle Timmy who (thankfully!) was too big to fit in Kal's old highchair, but they did have a booster seat he was put into and had one of Kal's old bibs tied around his neck.

"You know, after we get the farm work done, we could go into the wood shop and likely make him a high chair." Pa mused.

"W-What?" Tim asked, his spoon dropping into the bland icky oatmeal.

"Oh, get idea pa! Think we could make him a crib too?" Kon asked, grinning ear to ear.

"I don't see why not. Just a shame Most of Clark's old stuffies didn't make it." Pa chuckled.

"heh, I can help with that. I've been making teddy bears for the church to sell so I think I could make our new widdle great grandson one or two. Do you want a teddy bear Timmy?" Ma asked and reached over, using the bib to wipe a spot of oatmeal off of Tim's face.

"I...I..I.." Tim whimpered and squirmed like crazy in the high chair, suddenly thankful that Kon was the only one with hearing good enough to heard what he was doing to the front of his diapers, though Kon just smirked.

"Trust me Ma, he does."