#will forever love this ship

[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic Table of Contents

I decided to make a Table of Contents for this series, just to keep this organized, and will pin it. :)

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Obviously, I do not own any of the rights to any of the DC comics, animated cartoons or movies and I am not getting paid to write this. This is purely for my enjoyment :)

Part 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Part 2

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Part 3

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

[color-ns]

Sometimes tweeter people know their stuff- this is the right kind of toxic angst I want to read.

[lazylittledragon]

i will never listen to anyone saying that being a child/teenager is the best years of your life because when you're 22 you can just decide you want cookies and then in like 25 minutes you have cookies. could a child do that i think not

[cookeybg]

It's 3am and this comment has been on my mind. Instead of sleeping I wrote this. Please excuse any typos and incorrect gardening. It might have ended up being a bit bitter sweet.

Name: White and Yellow

Characters: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne

Jon's eyes roved over his flower garden, petunias, sunflowers, calalilies, lavender, all blooming beautifully under the bright sun. Bumble bees buzzed happily and lady bugs crawled on leaves. The most prominent flowers were the two rose bushes, one white and one yellow, both inherited from their fathers, both belonging to their respective grandparents who were long passed. Jon picked and plucked the nicest ones, their scents wafting in the air. He took the bundle of flowers into the kitchen and arranged them the way Alfred had taught him so long ago. The way Damian would never admit he cherished, but the small smile and thoughtful gaze would give him away when he thought Jon wasn't looking.

Jon's heart would swell, his feet would levetate from the ground and he would ride that deep yet light feeling until the flowers would wilt. So, Jon made it his mission to always have fresh flowers arranged in that perfect particular way he had been taught. The feeling renewed, over and over again, as true as the seasons and right as rain. Damian's small smile gave him the same energy as the sun.

Jon hummed arranging the bouquet. He left a yellow rose out, to be used separately. When done he took a step back, satisfied with his work. He picked up the lone rose and walked out of the cheery kitchen, smelling it's sweetness.

The sun was high up in the sky, the cicadas sang their song and the butterflies fluttered about. Jon followed the small dirt path, stopping at the base of the hill it led to and admired the giant tree at the top, it's shade casting a large shadow. To Jon it was not hard to notice Damian performing his daily tai chi exercises. Even though age had taken his ability to go out on patrol he still kept his physique in top form.

Jon lightly swept the rose on the top of his lip enjoying its scent, hiding the smile that inadvertently happened whenever he saw Damian. He doubted that age would ever dim the feeling he got, the warmth in his chest, the urge to hold. He floated up instead of walking and as Damian finished his last pose he slipped the yellow rose behind his ear, brushing his finger on salt and pepper hair, enjoying the surprise in those green eyes that he could stare at for hours, had been staring at for years.

"Tt, sentimental fool." But Damian did not remove the flower as he walked away to the bench to grab the towel he used to dry off.

Jon hummed, face turned up to absorb the dappled sunlight, aware of verdant eyes watching him. He opened his bright blues to lock onto Damian's softened green and felt that deep all consuming feeling swell.

The years had not been kind, but to Jon the good times overshadowed the bad and even though, due to his Kryptonian genes, he now looked more like a middle aged man nursing an old man in his retirement, he stayed. Jon was unable to see the age that Damian kept mentioning, unable to fathom ever leaving his side. All Jon could see was their long history, their successes, the fact that people in their line of work were still alive, thriving. That he was still here for him to hug, to kiss.

Love was too weak a word for Jon and age a hindrance only because it would one day take the other half of his soul away. Nonetheless, Jon smiled and took Damian's hand in his.

"I am not so old as to be unable to walk on my own"

"I think I sprained my ankle and need help getting down this hill."

"You're invulnerable."

"What should we make for lunch?"

"Tt."

For now, Jon will ingrave every last minute into memory and worry about what's to come on another day.

Damian and Jon are going to be disgustingly in love even when their old

i mean like yeah, their going to fight and argue and banter but that’s just *them* and you can see the puppy dog eyes as Damian walks away and the soft way Damian would talk about jon

idk I just really would like to believe in love and I think that yeah they’ll face *so* many ups and downs they’re still going to be together and their going to be just as in love as they were when they were younger maybe even more

[drulalovescas]

Supernatural was so so so so so funny in how they were like: "Dean is such a ladies man, only boobs boobs boobs" and then they would give him a love interest in season 6 and never again.

BUT they'd have him make Cas a mixtape.

And grieve Cas like a heartbroken widower.

And then have him be happy for the first time all season once Cas returns to him (even though his mother'd still be missing).

And they'd have Dean stop with the hook-ups completely. And instead they'd have Dean make Cas watch movies together.

And have date nights.

And they'd have Dean on his knees confessing.

And the last person who'd confess his love to Dean would be a gay angel.

But Supernatural was so so so so so funny they'd be like: this means nothing.

[quailsprout]

prime and protector fanart for @astolat's story, fool's hope on ao3

[chiquilines]

In honour of mha ending, have some old (and i mean OLD) miryumi scribbles i never got around to posting. They were the main characters in my heart

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o who doesn’t know they’re touchstarved until they meet you.

the heavy want grows in their chest and is absolutely undeniably there whenever you two even just briefly touch. when you’re so close that they’re so desperate have you closer, wanting to feel their body pressed against yours in a tight embrace, that the thought of your hand in theirs is barely enough. when you two finally hug, or whenever you do, they sink into your embrace almost immediately, a deep sigh of content heard as they wrap their arms around you to return the tender hug. it’s a little hard to get their arms off you afterward, with those small mumbles of “just a little longer” and “i don’t want to let go yet.”

maybe they’re super embarrassed about feeling so at first and are so glad whenever you indulge in their desire to have you, to feel your warmth. or they’re incredibly stubborn about it but their actions always say otherwise, finding every little chance to have their skin touch yours, to quietly tug on your sleeve or any other sign that you immediately know what they want with it.

eitherway they’re forever thankful that you’re so understanding. with the little touches you guys end up doing like from simply pushing a strand of hair behind an ear or running fingers through each other’s hair, they’re absolutely addicted. smitten, even, so incredibly much that they can’t put their love for this, for you into words.

[skateboardtotheheart]

there is just something about the difference between edwin's love interests and having the cat king's reaction to edwin in hell being "i'll be waiting when he gets back" vs charles "no version of this where i don't come get you" rowland convincing a powerful trans-dimensional being to open a door to hell just so he could get him back

i am insane

[soranker]

tomorrow :)

[pseudophan]

out of the closet dan and phil preaching about how rpf is great actually is just so funny. like yeah man you guys just get free porn written about you and your boyfriend, of course you're pro rpf

[sasanka-27]

Hello, I’m new here may I offer a meme for starters?

[automatonwithautonomy]

it doesnt matter if theyre in love because they love each other. do you understand. do you get it.

[midnight-love-song]

XWP x text posts on this fine evening

[all-too-unwell-13]

i'm going to war (looking through the rosekiller tag for an actual rosekiller fic)