#just a normal day in Smallville

[ejzah]

Jimmy, walking in to see Clark putting a bandage on Chloe’s chest: What the heck did you do to my girl, Kent?

Chloe: There was a tracking device in me. Clark had a pocket knife.

Clark: We improvised.

#Smallville #just a normal day in Smallville #naturally we didn’t go to the hospital at all

[htub]

I think what's really most painful to me about Lex's treatment is how much I see myself in him tbh. Putting this baby under a cut to be polite but the last post i reblogged illicited Thoughts and I'm being very autistic about this rn.

I don't wanna get too personal but I also don't actually care so just look. Look. He's just like me fr. This boy's been fucked over constantly from childhood but he's trying, he's trying so hard and so much. And yea, my mother died when I was a kid and left me to be raised by an abusive father, and I got bullied by my classmates, my teachers, even my goddamned therapists that were supposed to help me not make me worse. I swear I'm not trying to make this a sob story, I'm just saying my life was Not Fun, alright? I was just straight up not having a very good time. And one day years ago I just decided this sucks, people suck, and well I want it to be better and for that someone's gotta start. I don't ever want to make anybody feel the way I felt, the way people made me feel, so I'm choosing to do better because this cycle ends with me. So I'm actively trying to treat everyone how I want to be treated, even if they don't do the same, but a lot of times - most of the time - they really do not to the same so it's honestly pretty one-sided and not that peachy. Though thankfully I got no aliens gaslighting me yet, I think. Probably.

Still I'm nowhere near as good as Lex, and my god do I want to be like him, and obviously I also lack the money and influence he has, but I very much try. As much as I hate to admit it, I actually take after my dad a lot, and people even comment on how alike we are when they meet us together, but my dad's an asshole and doing better is a choice. A choice I actively make every day, because it's not how I was raised and not my instinctive behavior. I honestly was raised to be a piece of shit. And it's not always easy, and what I'm trying to say with this incoherent rambling is just, I get it. I get it way too much.

Normally this is why I'm drawn to Superman as a character, because he's got the same goodness I hope to have as well, the same kindness and forgiveness and just love. I'm getting the symbol tattooed on my arm for crying out loud. It's important to me.

But Smallville is really wanting to hurt me in different ways so they're instead giving me someone who's much more like me in backstory and personality and then they're making me watch him get broken into pieces, and there's no happy ending. Knowing there's no happy ending is the worst part. Normally fiction is an escape from reality, but this time it's too realistic, because yep, that's what the world does. It fucks us all over with no mercy, but that's not what I want to see! I want to see this boy be loved! And knowing I won't get that sucks.

And I'm still gonna be the best I can be even if I know the world's definitely headed downhill, because that's the kind of person I want to be, but the hopelessness and despair that comes with watching Lex's character arc is truly a new level of anguish I've received from a damn TV show. Congratulations on that, Smallville. I guess. At whoever was in charge of this, I hope you'll be pleased to know my therapist asks about this damn show every single week, unprompted. He's got it written down in his notes and everything. Probably not the most healthy reaction to a two decades old tv show? But like, I got all the DVDs. I cherish them. I love this show. Don't know if I'll ever actually watch it because it clearly is not good for my mental health but I love it. I hate it too. It just didn't have to go there, you know? That was just low.

#two talks #this might read as a vent?? #it's really just me voicing my thoughts but i do it in a very autistic manner lmao #mmmh oversharing #i know it's bad but it feels so good #i almost wish i'd never discovered this show because now that i have i will never be the same again #but at the same time a piece of me would be missing #ah the duality. ah the pain #happy to report that after 4 months of starting this show I still think about Lex every day! #and it has not stopped hurting!! #but actually the obscene amount of suffering i am experiencing is at comedic heights so at this point at least it's fucking funn #funny* #like man this got me FUCKED UP but i'm still realistic enough to comprehend how utterly NOT NORMAL a reaction that is #so like. lmfao rip i guess. cause of death: saw smallville #put that on my tombstone

[azulhood]

Jon Kent's imaginary friend.

Ghostwriter was in Smallville for a book signing that one of his favourite (currently alive) authors was at.

So of course he had to be there, he even had a human disguise and everything. He even told Phantom he was going on a mini vacation so that the Halfa wouldn't spoil his fun.

And fun he had.

He met his author and an another up and coming writer who was just starting out but had so much potential.

He now had five books that had just hit the shelves to add to his library.

It was a good day.

When he was about to leave the town he stumbled across a young child attempting to fly on their own.

Very badly.

At first he was confused.

Was this a newly formed ghost? If so, wouldn't the surrounding ghosts help them find their feet?

But the child didn't feel like any of his kind.

Another Halfa perhaps? No, the Ghost Zone would immediately know if another half-ghost popped into existence and they didn't feel the odd way Phantom did.

He had heard that some of the living had the ability to fly without dying first.

But where were the child's parents? Shouldn't they be supervising and assisting their first flight?

Ghostwriter winced as the child hit the ground for the eleventh time.

Surely it wouldn't hurt if he were to give some advice? Invisible of course, Phantom would be displeased if he brought outside attention to their own small town.

And with that, Ghostwriter spent his afternoon teaching a young boy how to fly safely (which was harder than normal considering the child couldn't phase through any dangerous obstacles)

At least until the boy's parents picked him up.

Ghostwriter may have also promised to visit the next day.

Clark and Louis thought that Jon having an imaginary friend was cute.

It was a little weird that the imaginary friend picked apart every piece of writing in the house, but Jon was the son of journalists so he was bound to opinions about literature.

It wasn't til Jon said "Ghosty said that dying hurts and that I shouldn't do it for a long time." That they started getting worried.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #Ghostwriter becomes a mentor/parent #is it co-parenting if you don't know the third parent actually exists? #smallville #clark kent #louis lane #ghostwriter

[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?"

#superman #superboy #clark kent #kon el #my adventures with superman #rinfic #wip: weird kryptonian bonding rituals

[makethatelevenrings]

All-American Apple Pie Kinda Guy // C. Kent x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ ONLY, face riding, cunnilingus, food with sex

Summary: Clark comes home late on your sixth month anniversary with a smashed up pie and a million apologies. Good thing you were understanding...and hungry.

What good was Kryptonian powers if Clark couldn’t check his watch and show up on time? It was your anniversary. Your six month anniversary and he was late. Worse than late. Embarrassingly late.

He knew that you wouldn’t care. He could already hear your reassuring comments about how “you’re a hero, Clark, I knew what I was getting into” and “it’s fine, I wanted a quiet night in anyway” but it was six months. 

Six months of rushed dates and interrupted nights and chaste kisses before he darted out to go stop another crime or save another life. He loved helping the world and he would always appreciate having the chance to keep the world safe, but he would also really like a quiet night in with the woman whose smile rivaled the sun’s power in electrifying him.

He had been making good time at first. He left work at five on the dot, ignoring the look Perry sent his way when Clark refused to stay to finish an article on the upcoming dog show that wasn’t due for another three days. He checked to make sure no one was looking before he darted into an alley and stripped down to the infamous blue and red suit before darting off to Smallville where his Ma had a pie fresh out of the oven to take back to you.

But then he got sidetracked. Really, it wasn’t his fault and he knew that you would understand and say all the right things to assuage his guilt about being late because how could he ignore a warehouse fire with people trapped inside?

Once he made sure the last person was out, Clark continued on his way to Smallville when another cry for help stopped him. Damnit. Sometimes he really, really wished that Bruce or Barry had superhearing.

Forty minutes later, he zipped into his childhood home, pressed a kiss to his Ma’s cheek, said goodbye to his Pa, and snatched the pie off of the counter before disappearing once more. He darted down to buy some flowers from a very surprised vendor, with cash of course, and then shot back up into the sky.

You were settling down on the couch with a glass of your favorite drink and some cheap Netflix movie when a knock sounded on the door. You already knew who it was, but it was still fun to check through the peephole. Clark’s glasses were skewed across the bridge of his nose and the singular curl across his forehead was still present even though he was dressed in his usual baggy slacks and an oversized button down.

“Hi,” you greeted when you opened the door. He offered you a sheepish grin and lifted his hands, revealing the wilted, petalless flowers in his right hand and the smashed up box holding pie in his left.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really tried. I just-”

“I know.” A quiet laugh escaped you at the sight of the ruined gifts and you grasped his tie, reeling him in for a kiss. He stumbled into your apartment and shut the door behind him with his foot before setting the items on the counter. His strong arms encircled your waist as you tilted your chin and deepened the kiss.

“Hi,” you breathed again once you pulled away. He grinned that boyish, handsome smile of his and slid his hand to rest on your lower back.

“Happy six months. I, uh, I brought pie.”

Clark gingerly lifted the box and you took it out of his hands with a small smile playing on your lips. Raising the lid, you snickered at the sight of the smashed pie and glanced up at him. He was frowning, obviously frustrated with himself and his inability to give you a normal relationship, and well…you couldn’t have your man doubt himself.

Raising your hand, you dipped your finger into the gooey mess and then stuck it in your mouth. You made sure that your eyes stayed locked with his as you slid your tongue over the pad of your finger and sucked the pie off of your skin. His blue eyes darkened and you pulled your finger out from the pucker of your lips with an audible pop.

“Mmmm,” you hummed, low and throaty. “My favorite.”

You pushed back against Clark’s chest and despite him being a superpowered alien, he let you move him until his back collided with the fridge. You tilted your chin up, eyes tracing the hard line of his jaw as you blinked up at him from under your lashes.

“Are you…” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he let out a small cough to clear his throat. “Do you need a plate?”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him down so your lips ghosted over his. “Such a gentleman, Clark. We don’t want to dirty up the dishes, right? I have a much better idea.”

Releasing him, you spun on your heel and headed towards the bedroom, pie in one hand and a wink thrown over your shoulder. He took a moment to catch his breath before ripping off his shirt, sending buttons flying. You laughed from the bedroom and turned to see Clark appear in the doorway, face flushed and hair a mess. While his glasses were off, his suit was still on and you raised a brow in question. He glanced down, disappeared in a flash, and then appeared before you completely naked.

You dipped your fingers into the pie and then smeared it across his chest. Clark let out a snort but his amusement quickly died when you leaned forward and licked his chest clean. He groaned, his eyes falling shut at the delicate touch on his skin. Your lips enclosed around his right nipple and you sucked at it before laving your tongue over the affected spot. His hand came up to rest on the back of your head to cradle you close as his other hand tugged at the waistband of your pants. You helped him slide your shorts and underwear down and detached yourself from him and handed him the pie.

Slowly, tantalizing, you slid your shirt over your head and his heated gaze roamed over your figure, making you glad that it wasn’t his actual heated gaze. Clark set the pie down on the bed and cupped your face in his large hands. He brought his lips down to meet yours and you hummed, running your tongue across his bottom lip.

“Hmmm, missing something.” You reached down, scooping up more of the pie, and slid your hand down from your neck, across your breasts, and down to your stomach. Clark smirked as you bit your lip and stepped back until your knees hit the bed. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress as he stepped closer, looming over you.

“You’ve made a mess,” he tsked. Clark peered up at you with those crystalline blue eyes and that singular curl falling in his face and Rao, you almost came right then and there. You knew he was feeling everything you were on another level. He could hear every beat of your racing heart, smell the sweat and slick and sweetness that coated your skin, and he could taste…oh, he could taste.

He flattened his tongue at your navel and dragged it up your torso, leaving a trail of spit and fire in its wake. You tangled your fingers in his dark curls and tugged, but he didn’t react. He just nibbled on the soft skin of your breast and a startled gasp escaped you. 

Sex with Clark was good. Great, even. But he was always so hesitant with you. You understood his need to be careful. You just wished he wasn’t so vanilla.

He sucked a mark into your neck and you tilted your jaw up to give him better access but he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a bruising kiss. Clark bullied his tongue past your lips and you moaned at the sweetness of pie mixed with his dirty actions.

“Tastes so good,” he grunted. “But I know something even better.”

He rolled over so he was on his back and you were straddling him, one leg on either side of his head. Clark grinned and gripped your ass, pulling you closer to the headboard. You grabbed it and stared down at him in shock.

“C’mon, baby. Just a taste.” Sweet Rao, if Lex Luthor could see the big bad Superman now. Some kind of overpowered super menace he was. This man was begging for a taste of your pussy.

“I…I don’t know. What if I crush you or something?” The second the insecurity slipped out of your mouth, you knew you slipped up. He chuckled, the vibrations rippling across your skin and causing you to shudder, before he squeezed your ass and pulled you so close that his nose brushed against your cunt with every breath.

“If it’s between Kryptonite and your cunt, I would die a happy man tasting you on my tongue.”

And then he dove in.

Your fingers curled around the headboard and you thrust forward as his tongue worked its magic. He speared it in and out of your cunt before soothing your labia with gentle kitten licks and then starting that same process over and over again. Every time you rocked back and forth, your clit dragged against the bridge of his nose and you whimpered at the constant overwhelming friction. Clark moaned at the taste of your sweetness on his tongue and the way that your thighs flexed and tightened around his head. 

“Clark,” you gasped as your legs began to shake. “Clark, I’m close.”

He continued the same pattern, pressure, and stroke, pulling you closer and closer to your high. You grabbed the pillows beneath his head and let out a strangled cry.

“Kal…Kal-El,” you whispered, not trusting yourself to refrain from screaming if you spoke any louder. As if he sensed your internal battle, Clark slowed down and you whined as your orgasm ebbed away. He squeezed your thigh and you bucked your cunt down onto his face.

“Kal-El!” you shouted. “Fuck! Please, Kal, please.”

Your body seized as white hot pleasure shot down your spine and through your core. Clark licked, sucked, and stroked you over the crashing wave of your orgasm. You tried to stop yourself from falling on top of him, but your muscles were jelly. He caught you like you weighed nothing, which wasn’t surprising since he could bench press a semi, and eased you down onto the mattress.

“Let me…regain my brain,” you gasped out. He peppered soft kisses along your shoulder and stroked a hand down your back. “Holy shit, Clark. What was that?”

“Happy anniversary.” He kissed you, the taste of you still on his tongue, and then pulled back with a shrug. “Figured I could apologize for being late.”

“Apology accepted.” You kissed the underside of his jaw and then smirked. “Now…Mr. Kent. Is that a blaster you have or are you just happy to see me?”

You scooped more of the pie out of the tin and slid it into your mouth before leaning back with a wink. “My turn.”

And when the morning light revealed that the bed was broken, you couldn’t decide which round had been the culprit.

Tag list: @perpetual-fangirl900​ @visagebrise​ @alexxavicry​

#clark kent x reader #clark kent imagine #clark kent smut #superman x reader #superman imagine #superman smut

[clownprince]

GREAT NEWS EVERYONE! superman: the last days of lex luthor is just as gay as i'd hoped 🎉

would a phone call not have sufficed, lex? good god... gay supervillains and their theatrics 🙄

what a normal and heterosexual thing to think!

... is the implication that clark kicked off a chunk of space rock so he could bond with lex over space nerd stuff or am i just wildly misinterpreting this

clark reminiscing abt their time in smallville while lex complains abt not having his full attention LMAO

writhing around on the floor like a dying insect

that question followed immediately by these two panels... AUUUUU YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEE

#another win for gay people #clex #idk how else to tag uhhh #this is literally a fanfic plot. insane

[bigfan-fanfic]

Sweet as Pie (GN!Reader x Clark Kent)

Can we get a fic where Clark is a bumbling mess trying to as reader out on a date? Just him being so sweet and awkward and cute at the same time?

Here's a little secret most people don't know about Clark.

He's a lot more like Clark Kent the mild-mannered reporter than he is Superman the alien superhero.

Sure, he plays up the act a lot.

He's not really that clumsy.

He is a little bit nervous and awkward, but his charm lies in his genuine sweetness and cheer.

He already gets to be a little bit more like normal with you - you don't work at the Daily Planet, and he met you at a coffee shop when there weren't any seats left on a crowded day.

Perry's drink order takes forever. He's very particular.

Lois sees coffee purely as fuel, but she hates the taste so she adds scads of cream and sugar when no one's looking - her order is a tall black coffee.

But you two got to talking, and when you met again, you invited him to sit with you.

So after a few conversations that get cut off by him having to leave, you ask him to hang out sometime when he won't have to go so suddenly.

And that's when he gets a little adorably flustered.

"Oh, I, uh... I'd like that. A lot. Most certainly."

You chuckle. "That so? How sweet?"

He blushes the color of a tomato.

It's not an official date, not really. Just hanging out, getting a bite to eat and visiting a bookstore.

Unbeknownst to you, Clark keeps getting disrupted by villains so he has to keep rescheduling the not-a-date.

But finally the calendars align.

Clark insists on paying. You tilt your head at him but then he just chuckles. "Sorry. My Ma just... taught me that whenever you invite someone out to eat, you should at least offer to pay for their meal."

"Sounds like you were taught well. Did you get to use that rule a lot?"

"Back in Smallville? Nah. I saved up a ton to take Lana Lang out, and I took Billy Crescent out a few times, but other than that, nope."

"Awww, you must have been so cute!"

He chokes a little on the tea he ordered - and smiles. "Careful, you'll flatter me and it'll all go to my head."

You grin back, and conversation resumes - Clark seems a little more comfortable, and your easy chat resumes at its usual pace.

The day goes by wonderfully. Clark and you have a great time at lunch and then at the bookstore.

And when it's time to head home, Clark seems to steel himself...

...only to lose his nerve.

"H-hey."

"Hey." You chuckle back.

"Look, if I misread the situation, I totally understand and all, but... I really enjoyed our time together and I'd love to take you out again."

You open your mouth and he hurriedly interrupts.

"As a date! On a date. In the romantic sense."

You laugh. "Yeah, I kinda figured that part out."

"Oh." he grins. "I suppose I was a little obvious, eh?"

"I saw it comin' from a mile away."

"Well, then, I suppose I'm glad you understand me so well already."

"I look forward to our date, Clark." You wink, before getting in your cab.

Clark simply blinks back at you, stunned by the wink.

Later on, his demeanor will become more comfortable and even flirty, but these first few moments are filled with his adorable flustered expressions and stumbling.

Because deep down, Clark's just a bunny rabbit at heart.

#clark kent x male reader #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #superman x male reader #superman headcanons #dc headcanons #headcanons

[mamawasatesttube]

number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."

(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)

“Here.”

Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.

Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”

“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”

Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”

Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”

Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”

Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.

“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”

“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”

“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”

Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”

Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.

“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”

Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”

“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.

Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.

And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.

“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”

It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.

…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…

Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…

Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…

Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?

Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.

“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”

“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”

Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”

Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”

Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”

Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.

#answers #barbitchian #this ended up being less about the jacket than i intended but i AM thinking abt other reasons tim might end up wearing kon's jackets. #i just also think kon in a cute pastel pink strawberry cow hoodie is cute :) #timkon #rimi writes #its such an awkward length skdjhsdjk like this feels too short to bother putting on ao3 but so long for a tumblr ficlet. man #maybe i will expand timkon wintertime fluff (inspired vaguely by hallmark vibes) later into a real fic. idk! #tim #kon

[bradshawssugarbaby]

"I can't protect you." - with smallville Clark Kent 😇

of course, babe!! xo

Clark frowned as he looked over to you, shaking his head. “You know, babe, I really don’t think going to Seattle is a good idea right now,” he said, furrowing his brows as he lifted his glass of orange juice to his lips, taking a sip of the citrusy liquid.

“And why not, exactly?” You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, anticipating some cheesy response about how you’d miss him too much if you left for a couple of days. “Can’t I just think it’s a bad idea?” He sighed as he set his glass down, shaking his head, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“What, can we add psychic abilities to your list of weird Kryptonian traits that normal humans don’t possess now?” You retorted dryly, shaking your head in disbelief at his insistence on you skipping your business trip. 

“Very funny.” 

He shook his head, sighing heavily as he looked towards the window, his deep blue eyes staring off into the distance for a moment as he gazed towards the streets of Metropolis below from your fourth floor apartment. You could hear him mutter something under his breath, but instead of asking him to repeat it, you simply shook your head and headed off down the hallway to finish packing. Your flight to Seattle left in the morning and you needed to make sure you had everything together for the three day business trip you were suddenly being sent on. 

As you finished packing your things, pulling the zipper on the suitcase closed strategically to make sure everything you were bringing remained contained inside, you could feel Clark’s gaze fall on you from the doorway. His voice was soft and apologetic as spoke, as if he was trying to come to terms with something and needed you to give him a little slack, even if he didn’t deserve it. 

“I can’t protect you in Seattle.” 

“Protect me?”

“Here, I can generally keep you safe. I’m always literally a moment away from you, I can typically hear if you’re in trouble here, I can make sure nothing harms you in Metropolis. In Seattle though? I can’t do that from here. I can’t keep you safe, and it’s really bothering me,” He nodded slowly, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment and shame as his hand ran through the back of his dark brown hair. 

“Clark,” you sighed, approaching him with outstretched arms, offering a hug as a sign of peace, rather than wanting to challenge him further and argue.

He wrapped his large arms around you tightly, holding you close. You breathed in the smell of his cologne, the woodsy notes mixing with the faint smell of laundry detergent on his t-shirt. He buried his nose into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo, his hand caressing your back as he held you. You could hear his voice soften further as he hummed into a whisper.

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch? I know I can’t protect you as well there, so I want to know that you’re safe,” He said, a hint of sadness to his voice as he admitted the truth to himself again. It killed him not being able to be your protector all the time, and you knew it. You were willing to call him every thirty minutes if it meant making him feel better about the situation.

“I promise, honey. I’ll text you every chance I get to let you know how things are going, ok?”

“Just…be safe, ok? I know it goes without saying, I know I’m your boyfriend and not your dad, but I just…not being able to protect the people I love…it’s a lot harder than I thought it’d be.”

You leaned up to kiss his lips gently, a passion igniting between the two of you as you kissed. After a few moments, you pulled away breathlessly, your hand resting on his cheek as you smiled at him.

“That’s called being human, sweetheart. I know it’s hard for you, but, it means you’re more like the rest of us than you think you are.” 

Clark nodded his head, his lips curling up into a smile as he laughed softly, “I guess you’re right, it does mean I’m more human than Kryptonian with in this sense, doesn’t it?”

“I’ll be fine. You promise me you won’t sit here worrying for four days?”

“I promise, hun, I’ll try my best not to.”

#clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #clark kent #smallville clark kent #smallville! clark kent x you #smallville! clark kent x reader #smallville! clark x you #smallville! clark x reader #requested #requests are open

[ornii]

Following that sort of crossover with Batman… what if a kind family from Smallville (Kansas) sent their son to Nevermore so he wouldn't have to worry about using his growing powers without fear of being rejected or having his true origins discovered?

I do Like The DC X Wednesday Crossover ideas of Teenage Heroes living at Nevermore.

The God Among Men

The Ride from Kansas to Nevermore was a toll. The dead silence, the unnerving wait of what’s to come. It all was a bit, too much for (Y/n). The boy say in the backseat with his bags, oddly quiet now. But it can all be directed towards the incident that happened at his last school, which lead to a few first degree burns and a hole in the roof. That is when the truth came out of his origin, a child born not from earth but from another planet. Soon his powers began to manifest from it all, turning him into a monster as some would say. The only place that could possibly assist him was Nevermore academy, the academic boarding school for “Freaks.”

“(Y/n), such a.. unique name.” Principal Weems, the head of the school at Nevermore and was more than such, tall, beautiful, elegant. Jonathan and Martha Kent, the parents of said (Y/n) sit across from her with their child in the middle, a bit awkwardly smiling.

“It’s a Name We gave him, something strong and passionate.” Martha says as Jonathan nods.

“Our (Y/n) is, different from the normal students and, we’re scared they’ll Bully him for it. Nevermore seems the place for different people.” Jonathan explains to Weems who nods.

“We’ll Just from looking at you, you don’t have any physical abnormalities I can decipher.” Weems says and stands up. “Can I ask a assessment of your, abnormalities?” She asks, and (Y/n) awkwardly shrugs.

“Sure.. i can fly, punch pretty hard, and nothing really hurts me, and.. I can..” (Y/n) says, but trails off, getting more somber.

“He can, I guess shoot lasers from his eyes.” Jonathan explains for his son. “They can be.. dangerous…” he says. Weems notices the slight awkwardness and smiles.

“Then you will fit on amazingly here, come we’ll show you to your dorm in Hamlet Hall.” Weems said, and the small group walked though Nevermore.

“You arrival was actually a bit short notice, we already had a student come last week, Miss Addams, perhaps you two will get along as new students.” Weems continues to strut leading them to the dormitory. After unpacking and giving his mother and father a Solemn Goodbye, he watches the car drive down the hall and the boy stands there, and reluctantly prepares for his first day. Sitting within his dorm room he places a picture of himself and his parents on his baseball tournament win, after hitting one of the most famous home run swings, but little did he know it was the trigger for his super strength, I guess that day was tainted. His attention was suddenly cut off by the dorm door opening and he looks up to see his dorm mate. Ajax.

“Oh you’re here already? Cool.” He says with an oddly slow enthusiasm. He walks over to fist bump (Y/n) who, a bit confused agrees.

“You must be Ajax, nice to meet you.” He said as the guy nods.

“Yeah I was busy with Enid, we Uh, that’s not important I guess, nice to meet you but for your own safety we probably shouldn’t look at each other.” He said, which raises the brow of (y/n).

“Why?”

“I’m a, Gorgon.. we don’t look at each other, wind up a stone statue.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that with me.” (Y/n) responds trying to jest.

“So, what powers do you have? Most in Nevermore got some freaky stuff about em.”

(Y/n) looks a bit worried but slowly builds up the courage to tell him. “I’m.. an alien.” (Y/n) said, and Ajax just stares at him for what seems to be forever.

“Like, E.T?”

“…No?”

“Aww.. anyway it’s, been cool. I’ll show you around tomorrow if that’s cool.”

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” (Y/n) responds and smiles, trying to make the best out of this situation. “Nice, I gotta head back out for some club stuff, be seeing you roomie.” Ajax says before heading back out, (Y/n) sits there and ponders more about his situation. Being sent to a new school, finding out you have powers beyond even what most monsters have, it’s a lot to take in. It’s best to sleep on it, hoping tomorrow brings better insight.

The next morning, Ajax was giving (Y/n) the causal Nevermore Tour. They enter the large social area, and (Y/n) sees the various groups, teams, and cliques.

“See, you got vampires, Werwolves, Ghosts, Sirens, and a few small ones like gorgons.” Ajax explains, (Y/n) notices a blonde haired girl who giggles and waves at Ajax.

“Who’s that?” He asks.

“Enid, She’s a Werewolf.” Ajax explains, but also has this sheepishly happy smile when he looks at her, (Y/n)’s eyes slowly scan the girl next to Enid, who stood out like a very sore and bleeding thumb. All black, dark hair, piercing eyes.

“And the girl next to her?”

“Oh that’s Uh.. Wednesday Addams. Total terror, best to stray from her.” Ajax says, and (Y/n) nods.

“Uh, Yeah.. i guess. She’s a bit scary..” you admit.

“That’s funny coming from a guy who says he can shoot lasers out of his eyes.” Ajax says smirking, unfortunately for him, Classes began and (Y/n) checked his schedule, and his first class was Mrs Thornhills Chemistry. Making his way there he chose not to mingle with anyone, keeping to himself mostly. Entering the class he notices the almost full seats, and Mrs Thornhill at the head of the class.

“Ah. Mr Kent, The Next Transfer, our class is slightly packed so, you’ll be seated next to.. Ah the other Transfer, Miss Addams.” Thornhill says, much to the shock and slight anxiety of (Y/n) he cautiously walks to the seat and sits down, feeling the intense tension in the air at this seat, he turns and tries to introduce himself to the jet black raven sitting next to him.

“Uh Hey, im (Y/n) Kent, Even though She already said that…” he says, realizing how dumb he just sounded. She turns her head slightly in his direction.

“Wednesday Addams.” She responds calmly and with meticulous detail. And she just turns her head back, completely different ignoring him now, he sighs and also looks forward a bit sad. His attempt to make a friend was a total failure.

Night Falls on Nevermore and as usual (Y/n) was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Ajax was gone for some “Club Activities”. (Y/n) waited until he was Sure Ajax was gone, he then walked to the window and opened it, the warm air sky filled his nostrils. He takes a running start and leaps out the window head first, suddenly his body halted in the air and he chuckles, and begins to fly, soaring though the air and around Nevermore, letting the dreary landscape be his ariel teacher, the wind blowing in his hair, the pressure against his skin all felt so, surreal. His travels along the sky were halted by music playing so perfectly, it was a melodramatic version of paint it black, and the chords, the strings were so enthralling that he had to see who was playing that, his attention turns to the large window clock tower like room and he slowly descended to the origin of the sound. And he was met to Wednesday Addams, playing. He couldn’t resist listening, and just watching her as she’s lost in the music. She finishes and lower her string, her eyes slowly look up to (Y/n), levitating before her, the two lock eyes finally and they stare at each other, (Y/n) in Amazement of her music skills, and her clandestine beauty, and Wednesday in Amazement of his abilities to fly, and his almost shocking appearance. The two stare for what seems to be forever, perhaps not wanting to spoil the moment, or..

Having ulterior motives.

#netflix #male reader #wednesday addams x male reader #reader insert #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wedensday x you #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x male reader #enid x you #enid x reader #dc #suoerhero

[redrobin-detective]

I’ve been kind of brain dead for ideas lately but an old one that I was batting around the other day was, following Jack Drake’s death everyone was scrambling to figure out what to do with Tim. Bruce wanted to adopt him, Dana was going to take him when she was well enough, Dick probably threw his hat into the ring to give the kid options.

Now Tim has this grand scheme to circumvent all this by hiring an actor to portray a made-up uncle but he looks out at the city one night and is Tired. This city stole his peace, bits of his flesh, his friends and now his dad. Suddenly he doesn’t want to live there anymore. He makes a phone call and a few days later, he’s on a bus to Smallville to be fostered by Martha Kent.

Kon was a little surprised at the call but Martha didn’t hesitate to sign those papers. She’d seen the fallout of Tim when his mother died, if no one else would take care of Tim then she would. He arrives with a backpack full of clothes and a U-Haul of computer equipment which he sets up in the back guest room barely leaving room for a bed.

He goes to Smallville High with Conner, eats an early, homemade dinner by Ma who kisses his forehead before he Zetas back to Gotham for patrol. He’s still Robin, still fights and bleeds for Gotham. But he can’t live there, not right now. Bruce is doing his pouty hurt dad routine, Dick thinks he’s trying to make a move on Kon but really Tim is tired of the brutality of the city and wants some peace for once in his life. He Zetas back early in the morning, quietly knocks on Ma’s door so she knows he’s back and heads to bed.

His allergies give him hell in the country but he still insists on helping Kon with chores. Conner laughs at how badly he fumbles through livestock feeding and crop tending and starts working on ways to make it more efficient. He sleeps through class and spars out in the open fields and, when he’s feeling homesick, Kon will fly him real high and drop him and he can pretend like he’s just dived off a skyscraper. Martha reminds him to eat, to sleep, to wash behind his ears and stop looking at gruesome crime scene photos at the dinner table. Tim’s never had a happy, normal family situation. It unnerves him but it soothes him too as he works, really works, on some of his more self-destructive habits. For Ma’s sake. Martha knows this is only temporary, that Tim can’t, won’t, stay away from Gotham forever. But she drapes a blanket over his shoulder where he’s fallen asleep 5 minutes into a movie on the couch and brushes his hair out of his sleep deprived eyes. She loves Bruce like a second son but Tim is her baby now too and she’ll tear B to shreds if he doesn’t properly care for Tim when he returns.

Kon and Tim, who’d been kind of dancing around their feelings for years, are now in an equally strange dynamic of ‘are we brothers now? are you just a bud crashing indefinitely at my house? we come and go from Titans Tower together what does everyone THINK is happening???’ and settle for just doing nothing. They do stay up late on nights Tim isn’t in Gotham talking about bad tv shows and how lame school is and rocket ships and the latest supervillain scandal. As weird as the situation is, Tim looks happier and healthier than he has in ages. Plus it’s kinda rad to have a sleepover with your best friend every night. As far as he is concerned, Tim never has to step foot in Gotham again.

Clark comes back to the farm from a long space mission to find Batman’s latest sidekick typing up a storm typing on a computer with one hand and stirring soup with the other. “Sup,” Tim mumbles as he remains focused on both his tasks. “Sorry, guest room is mine now. I’d offer it up but it’s a pretty tight fit in there with all my gear.” And that’s how he found out his Mom may or may not have legally kidnapped Batman’s sorta maybe I guess not kid from under his nose and he’s Clark’s unofficial little brother. All he knows is Bruce is going to be a nightmare at the next League meeting.

#first thought of this when writing secret robin #when exploring options of where Tim could go #and the idea of him fleeing the city and going to smallville with his best friend #its a bit sweet #Tim loves his city but hes been through a lot and maybe a kid wants some stability #wants a parent who Knows but accepts him weird quirks and all #so long as they don't affect his health #she feeds him cookies and pets his hair and listens to him geek out on music and cold cases #he doesn't think he'll be able to stay away from gotham for long #but right now this is nice #Martha Kent will throw down with Batman to keep Tim safe #Clark is very confused #he calls Tim scamp one time and Tim's like Mr Kent dont do that #anyway yeah weird au thoughts Im thinking again like 4 months later

[thumb-taks]

been thinking about a superbatfam swap au for like a week..... I didn't know if I wanted to just swap completely and make Bruce a Kent and Clark a Wayne but that's boring...

so. They're still Wayne and Clark respectively. more info under cut

Bruce Wayne was a kryptonian who crashed on Wayne Island many years ago (think metroman.) Martha and Thomas Wayne adopted him into their family. They never died. When Bruce came into his powers, they were able to supply him with a very expensive and protective suit. I know this brings some implications like how does Joker combat a meta.... well... I'm thinking on it

Clark Kent is a farm boy from Smallville, Kansas, normal boy. At the age of 15 his home was robbed where his parents were murdered and their house was set ablaze to get rid of the evidence. With no immediate family he was thrown into the foster care system. He went from place to place until he ended up in Metropolis. Clark was an extremely smart kid so he was able to get into college. One day, at the age of 18 he witness an older man getting mugged. Of course he couldn't just stand by so he stepped in to save him. This older man was Alfred. Impressed by his heroics the two quickly formed a bond. After this incident he knew this is what he wanted to do. to save and help people. eventually he would become Batman.

#finally. #this has been plaguing my brain #surprised with my anagomy ngl #superbatfam swap au #worlds finest #clark kent #superman #bruce wayne #batman #dc #superfam #batfam

[radioactive-earthshine]

Random but, any hcs about Kon and his life in Smallville with the Kents?

I'm just going to make a list and babble :) Here's some HCs including bits with Bart bc they did live only 4 hours away.

1.) Not closeting, not in the way people use the term anyway - it was a necessary time that Kon so desperately needed. He needed a place to be someone OTHER than Superboy because he could no longer function without that off-switch.

2.) Kon always had shown interest in his comics of living a life without the Superboy question and being "normal" but it was very rocky for him so I feel like his early transition with the Kents were likely no different. Ma and Pa likely had to endure his dramatics, mood swings and outbursts of anger as he adjusted to being Conner Kent and living in a space that had consistent RULES. This is not to say he was just suddenly dropped off with strangers, because he wasn't, he knew Ma and Pa beforehand having spent a little time on the farm.

3.) If you guys thought Bart was bad at first, Kon was probably worse as Kon had years of baggage to unpack.

4.) We didn't get to see anything substantial of those early days with him with Ma and Pa but we saw small glimpses of him just not appreciating Smallville and thought it was "boring" and outright claimed to have hated it. It's a big adjustment.

5.) Suddenly coming to the realization that he was SAFE where he was and could just BE without suddenly having a fist in his face was one hell of a day...

6.) Yes we all should mock the cishet jeans and t-shirt look but he really was trying to figure out who he was without Superboy as a factor. I don't think Kon ever really does solidly figure it out as Superboy will always BE a part of him and part of his core identity and it's a balance he needed to try to find out - even if it meant going to one extreme side of the spectrum.

7.) To tie into #6 Kon found out he really does have an All or Nothing personality when living with the Kents.

8.) He's allergic to goat products - boy of steel he may be but even he is not immune to goat intolerance. There is no evidence of this, this is a true HC. He found out because Ma had goat milk and he decided to try it with... bad results.

9.) I am obsessed with Kon in his 2011 solo taking the time to WALK to school instead of flying or running or taking the bus - Smallville really brought him down to Earth even though he already was a child of Earth. It grounded him and put a lot of thinks for him into perspective.

10.) Going back to those early days - he reached out to Bart a lot to vent and ask for advice of how Bart coped with Max. They BOTH went from never having to worry about hiding their secret ID and doing WHATEVER they wanted to suddenly having to worry about preserving their identity and operating in an environment with rules that were the antithesis of what they were used to.

11.) Kon's entire first few months with the Kents were literal immersive therapy and I am furious we did not get to see this - this would have made an incredible comic.

12.) Adhering to comic canon I feel like it was during this deconstruction of who he is he realized he was queer. To the surprise of no one.

13.) His first gift to Ma and Pa was a quilt he made himself - you can take artistic-Kon from my cold dead hands. He made it at school in secret.

14.) Clark was a cryptid in Smallville when he was a teenager and Kon really was no different as his deeds throughout town resurface those old rural myths that began 30-ish years prior.

15.) I ignore any and all parallels that Simon was set up to be Kon's Lex Luthor and instead he becomes his BEST civilian friend. We do however find out that Simon's parents were scientists that helped make Kon - Kon has mixed feeling about this at first but he knows he can't blame Simon.

16.) Even Kon cannot help going back to old shenanigans with Bart and they make crop-circles - well they DID before Clark told them to stop - the killjoy.

17.) Cows make him nervous - look - he knew they existed but he wasn't aware of how BIG they were and he knows he is strong enough to pulverize them into instant bouillon but that still did not prepare him for the fact that they are megafauna that you have no control over.

18.) Kon will always take out a tornado - no he doesn't care if it's a small one - he's not going to sit back and watch someone's house be subjected to damage the tenants may or may not be able to afford. If there are TWO tornadoes at the same time he gets into a contest with Bart over who can neutralize them first.

19.) Going back to his acclimation - there was a lot Kon had to sort of unlearn when he started living with the Kents. Stuff he learned from being with Rex Leech, and during his time at Cadmus under Jim. He finally learned what it was like to be a normal person instead of a parody of what a normal person was.

20.) During October, Kon got really.... really.... into making the BEST corn maze. No, seriously, stupidly competitive. Like, not only did he want it to be complicated but he also for an added flavor made Bart chase people around with a de-bladed chainsaw. People think Kon hired like 7 dudes to do this but it's literally just Bart. He also made sure to decorate it with fake blood, webbing, and busted out fog machines just for an added flavor of spookiness.

#kon el #conner kent #kon-el #superboy #bart allen #dc comics #head canons

[suzukiblu]

kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit, please? hope you're having a good day!

He hears the Lane-Kents’ car coming down the drive. Clark doesn’t need a car to get to Smallville in timely fashion, obviously, but Lois says it’s easier to pack a car to visit for a few days and also there’s less wind shear involved, which Kon has learned is something normal people care about. He doesn’t know Lois very well, much less Jon, but . . . but they all come to dinner sometimes, and sometimes they stay a few days. Mostly in summer, Kon guesses. 

He’s only been here for a couple of summers, himself, but . . . 

He might never be here again, he thinks, summer or not. Then he crushes the thought down into atoms and doesn’t think about atomic bombs. 

He just–doesn’t think about anything at all.

#twyella #wip: kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit

[winchestergirl2]

August Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Break Me Down Part 17 | The Epilogue @zepskies

Authors Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

Love Actually Part 1 @zepskies

Authors Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.  

Love Actually Part 2 | Part 3 @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The Widow @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.  

Escape Chapter 58 | Chapter 60 @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary:  A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

The Fallout @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: When Sam meets his true Omega, you fear your time with the Winchesters is fated to end. Before they can hurt you, you decide to distance yourself. But Dean isn’t willing to let you get away so easy.

Welcome to Being a Girl @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean’s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

What A Girl Wants @writercole

Reckless and Raging @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Authors Summary: Y/N knows she made a mistake, but Dean’s fury at her isn’t making it easy to admit to. But why is he so completely furious?

Hold On, I'm Coming @ravengirl94

Authors Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways...

Stood Up @justkending

Authors Summary: You haven’t had a date night in a while, and an old hunting companion calls you up for drinks. Sneaking out from Dean and Sam questioning you, you make it to the bar only to realize you’ve been stood up. Coming home you feel defeated and worthless. Lucky for you, you have someone who thinks you deserve better. 

Sam Winchester

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Tell Me @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Sam wants to know what the reader wants him to do to her in bed

This Is Crazy, Isn't It? @katelyn--renee

Authors Summary: The trio enjoy a night out in Las Vegas. Things don’t go quite as expected.

Untitled Sam drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Sam and Dean Winchester (no pairing)

Bar Fight @impala-dreamer

Smallville

Jason Teague

Kiss Me First @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: you keep a student after class to work on their late english homework, but coach teague wants his star quarterback at practice

#winchestergirl2 reads #winchestergirl2 recs #fic recs #soldier boy fic #soldier boy x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fic #jason teague x reader #jason teague fic

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

(continuation of short prompt #6. This prompt has me in a chokehold now.)

Ok, so hear me out. Going the "Jack is secretly another Kryptonian" route, what if Jack didn't even know he was from another planet?

(#) = Notes at the end of the post

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Jack (kryptonian name?) gets sent away at the same time Clark does, but neither parents nor children know it and Jack is quite a few years older than Clark too. What if along the way to Earth Jack's pod gets damaged, causing a brain injury (explains his absent-mindedness and terrible memory in the future and possible terrible hearing). He no longer has any memory of where he came from, the few memories he had at least, and where he crash lands, it's miles from any town.

So here's itty bitty Jack wandering around, following the roads because why not, and he gets picked up by a couple driving by, who actually almost run him over. They step on it to the nearest hospital in the next town to get him treated for his injuries from the crash landing. When it's discovered he has no memory of where he came from and no one steps forward to claim him, they file to adopt him. The name Jack Fenton is born.

He grows up his entire life as a normal human being aside from his unusual height and a bit of ungodly strength that he has to be really careful of. Despite living a normal life he always feels like he's been missing something, always wonders where it is he came from. He gets small snippets of information that pass through his head, but they're there and gone in the blink of an eye, except for one thing.

The Phantom Zone.

Not knowing that it was the form of prison used by Kryptonians for their criminals and confusing it for the "Ghost Zone", home of ghosts(1), Jack dedicates his entire adult life to figuring out how to get to it to study anything that lies beyond it so that maybe he'll figure out what he's been missing. He meets Maddie along the way, falls in love, and has two incredible, brilliant kids. Him and Maddie build the ghost portal, Danny steps inside of it and accidentally gets it to work while being fused with the essence of an entire new dimension crashing open on top of him. His Kryptonian heritage is what allows him to survive.

Everything that happens in DP still happens, except maybe Jack pays just a bit more attention to the subtle changes in his son. With the help of Maddie, he figures out Danny's secret identity a year and a half in and they use the security logs in the lab to figure out what caused it. They are absolutely devastated, Jack especially so, because it was his obsession to start with that led up to the accident happening. Jack and Maddie both agree to wait for Danny to feel comfortable enough to tell them on his own (just like Jazz. She learned that kind of patience from her parents at some point).

At some point, Jack learns the existence of Superman and the fact that he's an alien, a Kryptonian. This triggers a few memories for Jack, he discovers snippets of his heritage, and he rejoices in the fact that he might have family after all. The emptiness he's felt since he landed on this planet has been partially filled. Through some grade A snooping with the help of Maddie, they track down and discover Superman's civilian identity and where the Man of Steel grew up. Jack keeps that information close to his heart and saves it for a rainy day.

That rainy day comes when the GIW bust down his front door and open fire on his son right at the dinner table. Once barricaded in the Ops Center, he decides to send Danny to the only place he can think of where he might be safe and hidden. Smallville, Kansas. Hometown of the Man of Steel himself.

Giving his son everything he might need on his way to safety, he also includes a personal letter of introduction to Clark in the travel pack and then proceeds to turn around and give the GIW hell with the love of his life by his side.

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Are there any fics centered around the perspectives of Danny's parents? If so, I might need to find some. This has lit a fire and I had no idea it would grow this big. This is not the direction I thought the short prompt would be going but I'm seriously liking it.

Notes:

(1) I mean, he technically isn't wrong? I read that anyone imprisoned in the Phantom Zone are basically reduced to the form of a shade, i.e. they can't interact with anything or talk to anyone besides with the use of telepathy. Correct me if I'm wrong tho! I'm not as well versed in DC lore but I'm doing my best to learn.

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