#p: out tonight

[bejinyoung]

out tonight.

@bejoomi

honestly, he didn't want to leave his apartment this morning. he didn't even want to get out of bed. and surely, the last thing he ever wanted to do was march himself down to that stupid kpop fan festival—the single most likely place where people will recognize a loser of a heavily marketed audition show—and expose himself to ridicule and ravagers who no doubt will want to mock him and his poor luck. for only failing two auditions in the past year, he certainly feels like his window of opportunity to be an idol is closing rapidly. the word failure still haunts his mind, even months after the program came to a close. honestly, if jinyoung had it his way, he would never show his face in public again.

but apparently the universe has other plans. or maybe just jung joomi, who for whatever reason seemed determined to get jinyoung to the festival. "my new band is going to perform for the first time for the cover contest you should come watch us" was the first text, which was a little tempting since jinyoung does like live music, and joomi's a decent musician so the rest of his new band can't be that bad... right? no, maybe they suck. jinyoung tried to get out of it by promising to come to the next gig after they've ironed out any kinks from their debut. but then joomi promised to buy jinyoung food and... well, he hasn't said no sharing a meal, especially one he doesn't have to pay for, in a very long time. if anyone asks, it's the only reason he went out at all today. he's dyed his hair since the show ended; maybe he'll get lucky and no one will recognize him enough to approach him.

it turns out that joomi's band doesn't suck too, which is a plus. jinyoung didn't try to force his way to the front of the crowd, it's not like he doesn't know what joomi looks like up close or something. but they had picked a landmark to meet up at once the show was over and jinyoung waits for his weird little friend to show up, half a water bottle in his hand in case joomi needs something to drink after being up there under the lights. jinyoung knows how dehydrating that is, but water is too damn expensive at this event and he was thirsty too. splitting it is the best joomi will get from him today.

"the crowd seemed to like you," jinyoung greets the other man as he finally approaches, handing over the water. he doesn't say if the performance was good or bad, not really being a good judge of those sorts of things himself. or maybe he's just loathe to give joomi compliments based on the history of this relationship and how new the friendship really is. he can be weird like that. "with cam and kou you have like... half of frost team in your band now." he thinks it's a little funny; only he and haneul are missing from the lineup. when they did so well that week, jinyoung was sure that they'd win overall. alas...

"is there anything else you wanted to do here? or else we should go somewhere else for food. these prices are stupid." he glances around, looking at the crowd to notice if there's any pattern, any must-see attraction that everyone is headed towards. jinyoung doesn't really have spare cash for fanmade trinkets or other merch at most of the booths here to begin with. "your choice though, since you're paying," he shrugs.

[ohproserpine]

for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.

"Cher!"

Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.

Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.

"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.

Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.

Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.

"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.

"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.

Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.

"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."

“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."

Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.

"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.

He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.

"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.

The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.

"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."

Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."

"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.

You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."

"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.

"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."

"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.

"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.

"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"

"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.

"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.

"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."

"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.

So this is what it's about?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.

Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.

"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.

His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.

"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."

Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.

“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”

A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.

But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.

"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.

"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."

With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.

Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences."

[theloveinc]

Jason Todd who always notices when (in your attempt to care for him) you serve him the better cuts of meat or the more beautifully plated meals, where the sauce hasn't spilled over into the greens and the scoop of the rice hasn't browned on the bottom...

And Jason Todd, the fucking bastard, who always makes you trade plates with him.

[mikeyrrevenge]

reading Where Are Your Boys Tonight (2023) for the first time is driving me insane. throwing here some quotes that made me short circuit:

"Pete would come to Misshapes because Mikey would go"

"I met Panic! at the Vegas Warped Tour date. They were young. Super sweet. Pete was like 'Hey, can you [MCR] meet these guys, they love you, you're one of their favourite bands'"

"Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie were like Lennon and McCartney"

"My Chem is really the band from this world that comes to mind as feeling very protective of the queer kids and young women in their audience. Which is why, even today, they still feel set apart from a lot of their peers."

"Everybody thought me [Travie] and William Beckett were a couple."

"I definitely have a photo of Gabe and William from The Academy Is... kissing eachother in New York City. I think at one point in time it could've broken the internet. Now i think everyone kind of knows that sort of thing was going on. I never did hear of anything beyond that happening between the bands. But i wouldn't be surprised."

"Definitely a presence online of fanfiction involving all sorts of guys from that Decaydance scene. There was some story about me [Adam Siska] and Ryan Ross being lovers, which i thought was hilarious"

"[Who was the best kisser? to Gabe] Definitely Pete. Maybe tied with William Beckett."

[energeticwarrior]

okay it's been a long ass time since i put together a dnp-related rant on tumblr but today is worthy of it jesus christ

Phil has seen every single version of Dan starting with when he was 18 ;__; If we are reduced to tears for the bits and pieces of Dan we’ve had the privilege of seeing, imagine the emotions for someone who has truly seen it all. He’s been w Dan literally thru every stage; before/during/after law school, depression, working together, moving 3x w one another, etc. I can’t imagine how emotional it would be to watch someone’s ups + downs for 13 years and then come out triumphant with a beautiful stage show. Like.. Phil is really someone who has seen Dan through his entire adult life. The beginning of it, the present, right up until the end.

We get emotional making comparisons of WAD to 'Hello Internet' because it's really unique to have your development as a person just pasted all over the internet. But all we have ever known is Dan's internet persona. Sure, we get pieces of his personality and we have a gist of what he's like, but we don't know him the way Phil does. Their connection is unfathomable and Phil knows him in a way no one ever will. We've heard of Dan's perspective going through challenges, struggling with existential crises, dealing with depression, seeking therapy, etc. We've heard those anecdotes after they happened; Phil lived it with him. Which is why I think today is just that important to Phil.

Phil got to see 'Hello Internet' before it was even posted onto YouTube for the first time. Fuck, he gave Dan advice and encouraged him to post for the first time. He supported Dan from the start. He has seen everything that we haven't, and now that WAD has come to a close and it's on YouTube forever, it's all come full circle. From helping Dan with his first YouTube video to sitting with Dan to watch this beautiful stage show on that same channel, Phil has been there with and for him since the beginning.

[blushingsastiel]

Coming home to Theo was probably one of the best feelings for Liam. The apartment the two had felt like home; Theo felt like home. Just knowing that after a long day he could curl up next to the other man made him always melt into a good mood.

Having one night class a week felt like torture to Liam because it meant he couldn't eat the dinner that Theo would usually cook for them with him. No, Liam had to eat it warmed up from a microwave and sometimes by himself if the chimera happened to be asleep.

Despite eating alone tonight, when Liam walked into their shared bedroom, he almost collapsed onto the bed where Theo was curled up on his side (his front facing the door — looking extra soft and warm because of the loose, floppyness of his hair).

Even though it's all he wanted to do, Liam made sure to take a shower first to wash off the grime that came with being in a college class, brush his teeth, and wash his face.

The beta stumbled over to the bed, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the covers and cuddle with his boyfriend who always tended to run a little cold (which is why Theo always leeched off of Liam's werewolf warmth). He lifted the covers and slid under them, turning onto his side to face Theo.

Admiring his boyfriend, Liam traced his eyes over Theo's face, mapping the moles and freckles and that one scar on his eyebrow that caused no hair to grow on the skin. It was a small scar, very faint, but Liam loved it anyways (it happened before the Dread Doctors and before Theo could heal any wound big or small). The curve of Theo's lips; the way they were slightly parted and releasing small puffs of air.

"Are you going to cuddle me or not?" Theo asked, voice low and raspy. He didn't open his eyes, but he reached over to Liam and laid a hand on Liam's bare chest, simply letting their skin touch.

Liam blinked in slight surprise, "I didn't know you were awake. You were asleep when I came home."

(No matter how many times Theo heard Liam call their apartment "home", he couldn't stop the uptick of his heartbeat. He wanted to frame the words and the way Liam said it into his brain to look at it whenever he was waiting for Liam to come back to him.)

Theo left out a long-suffering sigh, "I've been awake the whole time. It would be hard not to miss when you stubbed your toe."

"That table is out to get me! That's like the third time this week," Liam complains.

"Oh, you poor, big baby. Come over here so I can make you feel better," teased his boyfriend. The chimera finally opened his eyes slightly.

Peeking up at Liam through his lashes, Theo quirks him his lips slightly. "Come over here," he says much more softly. Who is Liam to resist? He's only a mere mortal.

So, he shifts even closer to Theo, the already small gap between the two becomes nonexistent. Their faces are centimeters apart, and Liam can't help but glance at Theo's lips. Those lips that Liam knows for a fact are smooth because of all the chapstick he always has on.

"Welcome home," Theo whispers into the space between them.

Liam can't resist any longer. He moves his arm to latch onto Theo's waist and pulls him flush against him. He's resting on his other hand but with how close they are, he merely has to tilt his head down and put his lips against Theo's. The hand that Theo had on his chest spasms slightly before sliding to rest against his neck, drawing small circles with his thumb.

The touch tingles in the best possible way, and Liam shivers. He rakes up Theo's shirt so he can press his palm against the small of his back. Sometimes, just the feel of their skin touching has a way of soothing something inside Liam's chest. The something that always wants Theo as close as possible, some kind of contact between them.

Their lips are moving slow, no one in a rush or hurry to speed things up. Theo leans back but then presses one more kiss to Liam's lips before shifting down the bed a little bit so that Liam can press his chin onto the top of his head. He also slots a leg in between Liam's and moves his hand from Liam's neck to around his waist. They maneuver a bit more to get more comfortable.

"I love you, Theo," Liam says, placing a kiss on top of Theo's head, hair tickling his chin.

"I love you, too, Liam."

[ramshackle-lost-n-found]

Hi there, I’m new to this blog. One of your anons showed me this blog. So do you know any fanfics that involve potion accidents? I’ve read a few but I’m looking for more. Especially G/T(giant and tiny) or animal transformation. But mostly fluff. I don’t like… well lore but replace the l with a v. Also if it’s platonic then that would be perfect. But I understand that it’s rare to find platonic stuff like that. So if it’s mainly romantic then I understand. I’m quite tempted to write my own stuff like that but sometimes I just want to be the reader.

that's sweet, thank you 🫶 but like, from one of my anons!? 🙀 wow!

i tried to look for more platonic ones but there's not much 😿 i hope i get to read your work and feature it here!

and wow i never realized how wide spread the love potion trope is..

Dorm leaders reacting to their fem!s/o turning into a boy! by rainy-day-coffee

My favs when their s/o gets love potioned by midnightcinderella

a zoo-otic day by tealfloyd

accidental truth potion by twistedwonderlandimaginesblog

"she" becomes "he" by teashopwritingzz

once upon silver's dream by twistedroseytosey

pixie predicament by twstdreams

in y/n affected by a love potion falls in love with kalim by wolken-himmel — two

prince charming's kiss by oepionie — two

turning into a 🍄 by iheartmalewives — two

taking care of you as a child by acey-wacey — two

accidental love potion and relentless flirting (reblog) — two, three

reacting to s/o being love potion-ed to someone for a day by fairestwritting

emotionless bf has wolf ears/tail by twistyprefect — two, three

have children, they said by mymainwastoocluttered

enjoy! 😸

[drawingwilsoneveryday]

day 92 - come on, starshine, give us a smile!

[bebegi]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞? ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

genre: forced confession [?] | fluff — gn!reader

warnings: joshu and death threats obvi hehe

series: jonathan — joseph — jotaro — josuke — giorno — jolyne — johnny — gappy — jodio

🎧 › goodbye morioh ! by lucas

notes: i giggled several times at this i'm so sorry

˙⋆.˚ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘣𝘪𝘦:

˙⋆.˚ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱:

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[thekidsarentalright]

fob is like yeah we’ll come on ur show and perform but only if we can do it silly style. if we can’t be silly we have to pass sorry but we have it in our contract that we have to be deeply unserious always

[redflaggreenlight]

can i just say something? i fully believe in-ho is a snuggler. idgaf about the despicable acts. in my mind, human rights violations ≠ capacity for snuggling. this man hasn't likely been touched in any significant, meaningful way since his wife passed. he's probably keening for it. and don’t get me wrong, it wouldn’t be in a MY POOR SOFT BABYGIRL INHO kind of way. no offense meant to the ones who prefer in-ho squishy around the edges of his diabolical behavior, a little please punish me gihun…

seriously though, in-ho would be borderline aggressive about it. once he feels he can get away with it, he'd be the grab and yank you in to bury his face into the crook of your neck type, the arms tight around your waist so that you're pulled flush against him type. eliminate every possible inch in any awkward position i can trap you in kind of freak. why do i feel like i'm quoting billie eilish lyrics LMAO

i am convinced if social etiquette were obliterated from reality, he'd be right on it. no more sitting nonchalantly beside a person of interest with his leg slightly angled so that one or two inches more and your knees might brush. no, he'd step right behind where you're sitting on the steps and drop himself, legs on either side of you with head resting right on your shoulder, arms and hands sliding into whatever space they'd be snuggest. even if he can't get in there, he'd lounge there on the person like a problematic weighted blanket, daring them to shove him off

in bed, the one sidled up beside him is now finger trapped. the more they try to pull away, the tighter he'll clutch. like he's trying to absorb the very soul of you. hands always seeking more skin, more heat, more of something he can be enveloped in. not even in a bow chicka sense (though it can be), just in a god now that i've got this i can't let it go this time. desperate and a little bit sad how it's starting to feel like it's become a very haphazard puzzle he's been piecing and keeping carefully held together. he knows puzzles never keep, that eventually you've got to stop poking at it, stop staring at it, and eventually dismantle it to return it to the box it originated from

but he's going to keep trying to hold on once he's been allowed the barest of attention, no matter which direction it's going. a touch on the wrist, arm around the shoulder, a palm pressing against someone's back. the self-secluding monster is starving for something so deeply human, who would've anticipated???

[thatfriendlyanon]

i think part of my problem is i lived with my best friend for two years of my life and have been searching for the same feeling of joy & acceptance & support ever since

[leapdayowo]

snail

Had fun doing a 12 frame animation with this snail tonight :3 even if my feet hurt by the end :’) I managed to get all the frames done in about four hours which I think is a record for me👀

I had to make this when I was a few frames into the project cuz it was too silly not to :3

[flyingcatstiel]

I’m currently reading superbat fics (sorry, destiel, stony and dinluke, I’ll get back to you some day) and I’m having great time with commenting and authors replying to me. It’s a whole new fandom experience when I can read fics just for personal enjoyment, without planning fic rec lists. So much easier to comment, wtf. Anyways, I’m following 4 superbat identity p*rn fics right now, and it’s glorious. What a feast. My favorite trope, so many interesting ways to explore it. Happy holidays to all superbat writers but especially those 4 WIP writers🎄

ETA - here be some recs

ETA, March 2024 - HERE BE SOME UPDATES!

@pinkb00bsocks asked about those 4 WIPs. Here they are! The usual disclaimer - there are plenty of excellent superbat WIPs going on right now, but I've limited spoons and these are the ones I currently enjoy.

The World and All Its Hedgehogs by Ginevra_Benci [M. 8,007 word count, WIP, 4/?] To investigate illegal arms sale taking place at a tropical resort hotel, Batman goes under cover as a vacuous billionaire Brucie Wayne and Superman takes a part time job as a porter. They didn't coordinate this, they don't know each others civilian identities. Every time they talk there are at least 3 different conversations going on and it is glorious. Also, so much lust. ;)

(Also, check out Interviewing & Counceling series by the same author. Clark is having a superhero identity crisis and Bruce is there to catch Clark gently as he spirals down. It has one of the softest identity reveals in superbat fics. ETA - the series is now complete, it has 5 parts and 18k word count. Awesome ending to the softest identity reveal story)

Watching Our Stars Align by ClarkeStetler [M, 28,840 word count, WIP, 7/14] There's a dating/chatting app only for superheroes and all identities are secret. What could go wrong? Bruce and Clark get matched under their new pseuds, and same happens to Tim Drake and Conner Kent. Now fathers and sons gotta navigate complicated relationships that come with secret identities and judging your coworkers hastily while talking heart to heart to anonymous superhero. The identity porn part happens through DM, which just happens to be another favorite trope of mine. [The story is going strong, it has 10/14 chapters now and a wonderful tangle of 3 secret identities!]

(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions [T, 27,281 word count, WIP, 4/10] This fic wastes no time getting playboy billionaire Brucie Wayne and pining-after-his-coworker journalist Clark Kent together. After that, first time uneasy partners Batman and Superman gotta solve a case and their civilian selves gotta deal with the realities of their one night stand. Complicated doesn't even cover it! [The fic is being updated and Clark and Bruce are being put through new trials, 6/10 chapters]

A Favor for a Friend by RedFive [Explicit, 18,286 word count, WIP, 4/7] Omega verse fic with alpha playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne and omega journalist Clark Kent. I'm fascinated by dominant, flirtatious, sexually ravenous alpha Brucie Wayne who moonlights as a stoic, covered in scent blockers thus unclear second gender, Batman. Meanwhile omega Clark, due to being Kryptonian, is much less ruled by his second gender. That is, until he meets Mr. Wayne. This fic has so much lust and tension between the two. Does accidental heat triggering counts as a soulmate mark? I'm gonna count it like that. [The fic has entered the finish line, only a chapter or two are left to finish this wild, explosive, life changing story of two people who were meant for each other. 8/? chapters, 44k word count] The fic is now complete!!! 9 chapters, 56,153 word count. (Also, there's this new TV show about two gay dudes, and istg, they look like Bruce and Clark from this fic. I'm not naming it here because I don't want to highjack the show tag with superbat post, but go and check the tag on tumblr)

*****

And a special shout out to two identity shenanigan WIPs that are not actively updating but are absolute must reads.

ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat [M, 62,737 word count, WIP, 12/13] OK, so, for me personally, this is the ultimate identity p*rn fic across all fandoms I've read so far. This fic has one of the highest amount of secret identity pairs in superbat fics. There's the usual pining silently Batman/Superman, then there's Clark dating Bruce, Superman saving Bruce Wayne from peril, Clark Kent chatting with Batman. And the cherry on top is Clark writing Bruceman fanfic which is basically a RPF of his two friends, Batman and Bruce Wayne. Which leads to an internet friendship with a fellow fan, who is, you guessed, Bruce. This fic has great reflections on fandom and shipping culture. But the very beating heart of this fic is about how easy it is to lose something you wished to have but were afraid to ask for. The fic, at 12/13, is technically a WIP, but the main reveal is already done, and it is glorious. ETA - THIS IS NOT A DRILL, the fic is finished and the last chapter is a super meta cherry on a top of delicious, layered superhero identity and fandom shenanigans parfait. 13 chapters, 76,7k word count.

10 Things Every Brucie Fan Needs in Their Life by pomeloquat [T, 8,956 word count, WIP, 5/10] The main premise of this fic is hilarious and yet so, so right. Bruce Wayne is promoting himself as a nation's boyfriend instead of a playboy, and is making bank out of his wholesome, PG rated merchandise. The chapters of this fic tell continuous story but they also can be read as separate vignettes, so there's really no cliffhanger. This fic is so soft and fluffy, it will heal your soul. Also, Superman has celebrity crush on Bruce Wayne. Batman is amused.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

I'm almost done with this WIP. Stop getting distracted. I'm almost done with this WIP. Stop getting distracted. I'm almost done with this WIP. Stop getting distracted. I'm almost done with this WIP. Stop getting distracted. I'm almost done with this WIP. Stop getting distracted-

[vagueiish]

kinda wish more bands would turn people who use their phones during concerts into spam. that would be nice