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morgansunflower · 6 months

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Everyday I've Missed You

Clark Kent X Wife! Wayne! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, and torture.

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Arthur's notes! Conner is from young justice and Kon is 90s Superboy. Also Jonathan and Jordan from Superman and Lois series are readers young set of twins

Clark's disappearance takes it's toll on the family..

It was early night with a bright night sky. Y/N Kent was sitting on her bed with her youngest two son's. Two sets of twins and all four were boys. Conner and Kon were only 10 when Y/N was pregnant with Jordan and Jonathan.

"momma when's daddy gonna be back?" Jordan asked yet again, laying his small head on her chest "is, he ok? I really miss him"

Before she could reassure her deeply concerned little boy his twin cut in "yeah it's been 3 weeks! This sucks" Jonathan whined laying on her arm

She kissed Jordan's forehead and then kisses the side of Jonathan's face. She was miserable but she had to be strong. She couldn't let them see the worry that tried to creep up to her e/c eyes. It was the hidden heaviness in her heart that showed through her face only when she is alone.

"oh my sweet boys. Don't you worry. Your Daddy is gonna be back home as soon as he can. It's gonna be OK"

"promise?" Jon asked holding her hand tighter

"I promise"

....

Many miles away from the Kent farm. Conner groans popping his knuckles and twist his neck to loosen his tight muscles. Kon twisted his back trying to make a louder popping noise.

With Superman gone it brought up much responsibility for them to keep the world a safer place. The two teenagers flew above the sky headed for the large farm. The couple bought it with Y/N's inheritance of her parents that her children were never able to meet.

The two brothers share a sadden smile seeing their mother sitting on the roof. She was wearing her lounge pants, house-shoes and tank top with Clark's plaid jacket. She was clinging to the jacket with her eyes shaking.

Conner and Kon gently land onto the roof beside her. She looks to her son's softly smiling.

"hey boys. How.. How was patrol?" she asked trying to distract herself and her boys from her bitter mood.

"it was fine..." Conner casually said more concerned with his mom.

Kon and Conner sat beside their mother taking her hands into their own. She remained silent as saying anything would bring her to tears.

After her husband was doing missions off planet. Sudden silence came, Clark hadn't been seen nor heard form, in 3 weeks. Bruce had been searching for his brother in law ever since.

"it's uh getting late. I know you two are half-Kryptonite like your Dad but your half-human like me.. So let's all go to bed" she ordered moving to her feet.

The oldest twins stand onto their feet with their mom. She feels so lonely. Clark had never been gone this long for years. She new who he is but she can't help but worry.

Conner wrapped his arms around his mother into a heartfelt hug, along with his twin Kon. The twins lay their heads on her shoulder. So much of her heart wanted to cry.

Y/N laid in her lonely bed clinging to Clark's pillow. She quickly covered her, mouth to muffle the impending sound of her crying. She takes a deep breath in and out. As she finally was able to calm her heartbeat down...

"AHHHH!!!" Jordan screamed panicking

"Jordan what's wrong?!" Jon asked his twin

"g-get away from me!!" he frightfully said holding his hands over his ears hearing.. Everything. His head began to pulse.

Conner and Kon speed into their younger brothers room. They see Jordan's arms over his eyes as he is curled in ball crying. Conner touches his arm gently

"hey Jordan what's wrong buddy?" Conner asked

"did you have a nightmare kid?" Kon asked

"Jordan baby what's wrong" Y/N said entering the room.

She sits on his bed, holding his arms with her hands. Jordan hugged his mom begging her to make it stop, as he started to lose control of his breath. She recognized the anxiety in his voice being the similar sound of Kon and Conner when it happened.

"shhh shhh listen to my voice. Listen to me. Take a deep breath in and out, ok? Can you do that for mommy please?"

Jordan did exactly what his mom asked him to "what's happening to me?" he asked genuinely scared.

"it's OK. It's all completely normal for a half-Kryptonian. It's OK. Do you remember Daddy telling you about, how you may be able to hear a lot of things? And be able to see certain things like a x-ray?"

"Y-yeah" Jordan mumbled

"well sweetheart that's what's happening. You're getting your powers like your Dad"

"really?! I'm gonna be a like Conner and like Kon and like Dad! Ooh do I get go on patrol"

"no!" she quickly said "Kon and Conner will teach you how to use your powers but for right now I want you all to get some sleep"

"ok, Ma.. I can't wait to tell Dad!" he exclaimed

"he'll be very happy for you"

Y/N kisses her son's head goodnight and then the other boys. She departs for her cold bed that would not bring her any form of warmth.

In the Bat-cave, Bruce sits on his chair looking at the picture on his desk. Bruce was being hugged by his sister and Clark. It was during his surprise birthday party, which of course he already suspected. All while Diana was behind the camera.

The four of them had always been close, going on double dates, and fighting crime together.

"you should go see her" Diana told her husband

"not until I fix this" Bruce responded bitter

"Bruce this isn't your fault" Diana quickly intervened

"the issue at hand being my fault or not is irrelevant. I promised her I would find him and I intend on not stopping until I do"

Darkness surrounds him, snow blankets as far as he could see. His red cape was torn, his hands were wrapped with part of the fabric from his cape to keep his arms warm. His hair had grown to his shoulders and his beard was half as long. He opens his palms to the fire trying to warm himself. A unusual feeling, that was becoming a bitter normalcy.

Darkseid had seized the man of steel and taken him. For weeks torturing him, no words left his lips but only agony. They kept him far enough from the yellow sun that which gave him his powers.. He was defenceless.

In his darkest moments he remembered her. He held onto her sweet voice with the memory of her comforting skin. He had to survive for his sons. Darkseid underestimated his fight to live. He left his body to rot on the planet.

He suddenly was in a beautiful dream. There she stood above him holding his face in her hands, as he was on his knees. She leaned down to his face and kisses him softly.

“wake up my dear” she whispers

When Clark finally slowly opened his eyes, he was cold.

The detective had found a lead.. he knew his sister had every right to know, but it wasn’t worth the risk he could be wrong.

Hope was finally here. He runs and runs through the snow. The plane entrance opens, he smiled to see his loyal friend. Bruce smiled to his brother in bond.

Clark didn’t waist any time.

As Clark's powers were restored. Clark went home to his family. While flying he is instantly overtaken by two teenagers in tears. He hugs them both tightly.

“boys” he cried, he gasped seeing his little boy “Jordan?!?”

“DAD!!”

Clark was right over the farm. He looks down seeing Jonathan running on the ground in tears yelling up to him. Clark quickly speeds to the ground and picks up his little boy to hold him. Jon began to cry squeezing his neck.

He leans into his Dad's neck "you kept your promise"

"I always keep my promises" Clark cried kissing his head

He hears her footsteps running, her heart racing and he hears her tears falling onto the floor. Clark put his son down.

As he sees her knees begin to tremble. He speeds to her lifting her into his arms. She squeezed his neck tightly as now she let her pain be heard in the warm embrace. He kissed her lips no longer cold

Requested taglist@too-strong-to-losee @asrainterstellar

#Clark Kent X Wayne! Reader #Clark Kent X Reader #conner kent(young justice)#Kon-El Kent 90s Superboy #Angst #Jordan Kent #jonathan kent #Fluff #Crying #Hurt #Comfort #batman #Superfam #Batwonder #Supermom

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Wedding Labour

pairing: Dad!Husb!Henry x Doctor!Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: doctor reader goes into labor at her and Henry's wedding? The twitter reaction format please? (Requested by @stormcloudss )

requested are open/Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

Henry Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Taglist Form

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@/purplepinkstain: YOYO Y/N JUST WENT INTO LABOUR RIGHT AFTER HER AND HENRY GOT TO KISS AT THEIR WEDDING, SHES BEING RUSHED TO HOSPITAL AS SAID BY THE PAPS

>> @/superstrongleo: Just saw the released pics of Henry carrying her to their bridal car, that man looks stressed tf out, I guess it’s a given as it’s their first baby😭😭

@/lesseraf: Their baby boy is deffo a Cavill, always interrupting and coming early to things😭😭

@/nornor: I hate how the paps first instinct was to completely violate the couple’s privacy by spamming the poor woman with camera flashes while she’s in literal labour. Wtaf is wrong with you guys?!

>> @/flawlessfrank: Tell me about it. Henry just released a statement that he’s taking legal action because of the stress it caused Y/n, I love how he made a whole 30 minute video explaining the consequences of what could have happened to his family

@/chrisevansgorl: Ok but that photo of Y/n posted by Henry where she’s holding their baby in a hospital bed in a hospital gown, BUT MISS GIRL STILL HAD HER WEDDING VEIL ON?! QUEEN SHIT ONLY!!!

@/DailyTelegram: BREAKING NEWS!! VERY newlywed Henry and Y/n Cavill, welcome their baby boy ON THEIR WEDDING DAY!

@/onedirectionsd: Now their wedding anniversary is their baby’s birthday🥹🥹

>> @/HenryCavill: Not as good as you think, no more anniversary holidays for us two

>>> @Henryfans334: PLEASE KING HE HAS ONLY BEEN BORN FOR ABOUT 3 DAYS GIVE THE WEE MAN A BREAK😭😭

@/thekingofkings: Henry’s mum’s post is so cute😍 The photo of Henry and Y/n cuddling in her hospital bed is the cutest thing ever, and their baby Charlie in the bassinet next to them

>> @/Y/nCavill: I kicked him out of the bed soon after, he’s a bed hogger of a husband

@/pinklemonade: omg the video of Henry scratching an itch that Y/n had while she’s breastfeeding has me pissing myself with laughter. It’s the way she was twisting and turning trying not to annoy Charlie while trying to itch her back, and Henry just pulls her closer by her waist and scratches her back under her shirt without even asking. Goals.

@/givemeadam: Henry is too fricking funny. Why is this man buying his newborn a Geralt cosplay already😭 Then has the audacity to say he looked better as Geralt

>> @/HenryCavill: Gotta prepare my little man for the harsh world out there

@/Hollycrisin: Nah because Y/n’s wedding dress got all bloody, that shit was branded expensive too

>> @/Y/nCavill: Tell me about it, it’s still at the dry cleaners 😭

@/galaxyrumbel: It’s crazy how good they jumped into parental roles for reall, Y/n is a complete supermom and Henry’s turned into the most overprotective beat

@/user183737379: I’m just glad her water broke after the actual ceremony, at least their wedding didn’t have to be postponed😀

>> @/asuper: i know i’m happy they got to say “i do” before the arrival

@/slinkyleopard: omg the leaked photos of Y/n and Henry's wedding photoshoot, THEY INCLUDED BABY CHARLIE AND KAL😭😍 The one photo of Charlie just laying on top of Kal while they’re both asleep, it’s everything I need in life

@/HenryCavill: Y/n and I want to come on here ourselves and say I will be taking a break from projects for the foreseeable future. This is to focus on us and our (developing) family. We thank you so much for all of your support, and we will continue to update you on our social medias ONLY. Anything released by the tabloids is false and we will not stand for rumours to fly around. Lots of love Henry and Y/n xx

@/trueferalis: Ok but Miss Y/n is super slay, the photo she posted of her going back to work as a paediatrician is so girlboss, SUPERMOM AND DOCTOR

>> @/HenryCavill: So proud to be her man and daddy of our baby 😋

@/kinkydhrine: I can’t believe it’s been two years since Charlie was born the same day as their wedding, did anyone else swoon at the video Henry posted of them all on holiday at Bora Bora. Baby Charlie and Y/n on a big inflatable flamingo is everything, his tiny squeals 🥹🥹 Then Henry in the background of the video whistling at Y/n 🫣🫣

7 Weeks Later

>> @/ririezdueh: You called it. They’ve just had another pregnancy announcement, HOPEFULLY NOT ANOTHER WEDDING ANNIVERSARY BABY 😭😭

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Taglist Tags (Form is up there^^): @alexxavicry @bookfrog242 @alina02 @aerangi @i-beg-your-pardon-laufeyson @sparklemarysunshine @oliviah-25 @mischiefsemimanaged @nikkitc0703 @hallecarey1 @misshale21 @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mansaay @fdl305 @princess-paramour @stormcloudss @uwiuwi @marvelgurl @taramaria @mysticfalls01 @kebabgirl67 @athena-roy @tinyelfperson @madebylilly @dumb-fawkin-bitch @vrittivsanghavi @beck07990 @kimhtoo17 @thereisa8ella @pandaxnienke

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mypimpademia · 11 months

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— Supermom & Superdad!

Pro-hero!Parent! Izuku x pro-hero!Parent!Fem!Black! Reader

TW: Swearing, domestic hcs, mentions of fighting

Note: requested by @sakuras-cafe You and Izuku have two kids, a son and daughter! They’re fairly close in age about 1 to 3 years apart, or even twins if you’d like it’s open for interpretation.

Key: (s/n) = Son’s name, (d/n) = Daughter’s name

⇶ Naturally, both you and Izuku were more than elated when you became parents, and love your kids more than anything in this world

⇶ And naturally, you were both terribly scared of what could happen to your kids seeing that both of your jobs were dangerous for the both of you as is, and you couldn’t imagine if that affected your kids as well

⇶ But thankfully, you’ve had little to no trouble with anything incredibly dangerous!

⇶ But handling your domestic lives as well as hero work is definitely more than what either of you bargained for!

⇶ From the very start, there were some issues concerning media coverage on your relationship and new family

⇶ Of course, it was anticipated considering he was the #1 hero and you were also a top hero, but it was a bit overwhelming to actually experience

⇶ You were no strangers to having flashing cameras and reporters in your faces, but you mutually agreed to shield your children from that life

⇶ You’d post pictures of them when they were babies, but very rarely showed their faces, hid their names, and more, for as long as you could. Family outings were also kept as quiet and private as possible

⇶ As they grew older, you opened up more about your family and your kids were featured more on your socials and you’d sometimes bring them to interviews as a family! Everyone saw you as a picture perfect family (and y’all are, let’s be honest)

⇶ But overall, you tried to keep them away from too much direct publicity and wouldn’t allow paparazzi or random reporters near them

⇶ Of course, a few would slip through and get a hair too close, but it never ended well for them…

⇶ Izuku and you both have sparkling reputations with civilians, but they grow dim when people start to interfere with your family

⇶ You never know anyone’s true intentions, and although the both of you are pro hero’s, and can handle pretty much anything, there are still people out to get you and you need to be careful!

⇶ You always try to be nice when interacting with media people, but aren’t afraid to snap a little if they invade your space too much or just get plain annoying

“For the last time, I don’t have time for questions right n–” You said, before you were so rudely interrupted by the paparazzi once again.

“Just one question! Everyone is dying to know, when will you-”

“I said get the fuck out of my face!”

⇶ Izuku is kind by nature, and is nice to matter how infuriating the near harassment can get. And if he gets to overwhelmed or irritated, he’ll simply ignore them

⇶ But when he’s with the kids, the story is much different

⇶ Izuku has always loved children, and has always been over protective of them, but that protection turns up 10000% when he’s with his own kids

⇶ He’ll go from a sweet, loving, caring dad to outright mean and defensive, more so than anyone has seen him before

“Pro-hero Deku! I have a question for you sir!” A reporter shouted from across the street, before hurrying over with a microphone in hand and a cameraman behind him.

“Not right now please, I’m with my family.” Izuku said politely, scooping up your son and daughter in each arm and turning to walk away.

“Wait! Just one question, please!” The reporter pleaded. “Deku, what’s your plan to defeat the LOV once again after their newest plan?” He said, practically shoving the microphone into Izuku’s face.

At this point, a small crowd had gathered, realizing Izuku was there, and they were intently waiting for his response, and autographs.

Izuku, however, was more than annoyed, especially when he saw how this overwhelmed your children who were hiding their faces in his shoulders.

“Hey kiddos, can you cover your ears for daddy?” He asked your kids, who promptly followed his request.

Izuku sweetly kissed their foreheads, earning ‘aw’s from the crowd, before he cleared his throat.

“I said get the fuck away from me and family. What don’t you get about that?” He spat, causing the crowd to gasp. “And then you wonder why famous people don’t like paparazzi, asshole…” Izuku began to walk back towards his car, still muttering profanities.

“So fucking annoying…”

⇶ Yeah, the media knows not to get close to your kids, especially when Izuku is around.

⇶ As much as you’d like to spend most of your time with you kids, it’s simply not possible in your line of work

⇶ But you and Izuku always make sure they’re taken care of, even when you’re not around

⇶ You normally drop them off at granny Inko’s (who is fully retired and living in a nice little house thanks to Izuku and you), but when you get an emergency job alert or want to give her a break, you hire a trusted babysitter

⇶ But even when you’re working, the parenting doesn’t stop!

You felt your phone frantically buzz in your pocket as you hid in an alley from a villain. Pulling it out, you checked the contact.

“(D/n)…?” You muttered to yourself.

You hurriedly answered the call, fearing there may be something wrong.

“Hello? Is everything okay baby?” You said in a hushed, out of breath tone.

“Mommaaaaaa!” You heard her say in a dragged out, annoyed voice.

You sighed, in both relief and slight irritation, before answering, “Yes, sweetheart, what is it?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“(S/n) ate my wingstop leftovers! Again!” She shouted.

“Yeah, um, okay–” You sputtered, hearing a loud explosion in the near distance. “Listen honey, I have to go back to wor-”

“Don’t believe her mom! Those were mine and she knows it!” (S/n) shouted from further away.

They began to argue over who did what, among other things that were completely unrelated.

“Okay, okay!” You yelled, making them both abruptly stop yelling at one another. “How about I buy you both wingstop when I get back? Is that okay?”

“Okay!” They both said in unison. “Love you momma, have a nice day at work!”

And then the line clicked as it disconnected.

⇶ God, they could be a handful.

⇶ But you wouldn’t trade parenting for the world, and adore the sweeter moments between you all when you and Izuku have time

⇶ Family movie nights, baking, vacations, and more

⇶ And there are some things neither of you would miss for the world, like birthdays or school events

⇶ You make sure you show up no matter what, even if that means coming in right after a fight with a villain while still in your hero costumes

⇶ But the times you cherished the most were nights after long, hard days, where you all unwinded with snacks and a movie

“Mom, Dad, can we stay up late tonight?” (D/n) asked, settling into the blanket.

Izuku turned to you, smiling while raising an eyebrow.

“Hmm…” You hummed, smiling back at your husband. “Sure, but you have to go to bed when the movie is over.”

“Fine by me.” (S/n) said, carefully putting a blanket over himself while trying not to spill the bowl of popcorn.

“What movie are we watching again?” Izuku asked, turning his attention back to the large tv that was hanging above your lit fireplace.

“The new Little Mermaid, I’ve been waiting forever for it to come out!” (D/n) exclaimed.

She hit play, and all of you excitedly watched as it started. Izuku wrapped his long, muscly arms around all of you, and leaned forwards as you fed him a few pieces of popcorn.

(D/n) reached over to wear you had moved the bowl, and grabbed a piece for himself, throwing it up in the air in an attempt to catch it in his mouth. He missed, and it landed on his head as he huffed, raking his hands through his thick curls to pick it out.

You chuckled, picking it out yourself, and then leaned down, burying your face into his green hair and breathing in his shampoo, as you kissed the top of his head.

You wished it was like this all the time.

⇶ No matter how scary or exhausting juggling your hero lives and parenting could be, you and Izuku would never trade your little family for anything

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michinnyun · 2 years

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could you maybe write more wanda comfort? both your wanda fics are so comforting for me. anything of wanda taking care of reader or something idk. no pressure!!

me when i see y'all request more wanda comfort

okay I'm reading this back and realizing this is not so much Wanda comfort as it is Wanda domestic fluff. idk man when i write for her i just get possessed into not fulfilling the prompt. SORRY. i'm really proud of this though. and i'm gay

Mrs. Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader

Summary: Are we all depressed LMAO

Tags: Fluff × Domestic Fluff × Date Night × Date Night Gone Wrong × inappropriate use of wanda's powers × you know what i might use that tag in future fics × eyes emoji × Comfort × ruining dinner × i have no idea what else to tag this as × request × hi

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It amazes you how many things Wanda can squeeze into her day.

She’ll manage to keep the entire house clean, make breakfast lunch and dinner for herself and the twins, and still look as fresh as a spring morning while simultaneously protecting the planet from magical and extraterrestrial threats.

You think she’s going to ask you to move in with her.

It’s a little scary, but not because you aren't ready to do it. You just don't want to be dead weight. You aren't sure how you’re going to fit into her routine.

You don’t tell her this, because she'd probably think you're being silly. “The boys love you,” she’d say. “I love you. That’s all that matters.”

Yeah. She’s amazing.

You want to do something nice for her, after all her hard work. After everything she’s been through.

Your apartment is modest compared to her neat home in the suburbs. Tonight’s date night, and Wanda called a babysitter to watch the boys. You’re waiting for her to come by, fidgety. You check the time on your phone every five minutes, even though she’s not due for another hour and a half.

You’re making paprikash, which is cheesy of you, but you know it’s her favorite. It reminds her of a home that's long gone. You stir periodically, checking the spices to make sure it tastes right. You got sweet paprika from the Eastern European market a couple blocks away over a week ago in nervous anticipation.

You’ve gone out of your way to make everything perfect. The living room is clean, your bed is made, everything is as neat as you can get it to be in this tiny, cramped space. You even bought flowers, which are cut and sitting in a vase on the kitchen counter.

So yes, everything is perfect.

And then the power goes out.

It’s out for the entire building. People are gathered in the first floor office, demanding to know what’s going on.

Unfortunately, you live in a world constantly disrupted by superheroes and aliens. You don't know why the other tenants of your building haven't been expecting something like this. You just want to know when the lights are going to come back on so that you can treat your girl to a special night.

Wanda walks in through the front door of the building at that precise moment, turning heads. She’s wearing light wash jeans and a cardigan, like some sort of PTA supermom, which you guess she kind of is. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“It's the Scarlet Witch!” a little boy tells his mother, tugging on her pants leg excitedly and pointing at your girlfriend.

You rush over to her before she can be crushed by the mob, taking her hand and running towards the stairwell illuminated by emergency lights.

“What’s going on?” she asks as you drag her up the stairs.

“Power went out,” you explain, out of breath. “My landlord’s hiding. We probably won’t have lights until tomorrow.”

You feel horrible. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, and of course life had to get in the way.

“Hey,” she says, stopping you on your mission up the stairs. She cages you against the wall, holding your cheeks in her palms. “It’s okay. We can light some candles! It’ll be romantic.” She smiles, tilting her head the way she does when she's trying to be cute.

It works. You nod. She kisses your nose. “Okay,” you whisper, letting her press a quick kiss to your mouth.

You’re buoyed by the hope that this night isn't totally unsalvageable. There’s only a few more stairs to take, and then the night can finally start.

Then you reach your floor, sniffing. There’s a burning smell coming from the direction of your apartment.

“No, no, no, no,” you murmur, hurrying to unlock the door.

Just as you suspected. The paprikash is ruined. Your heart sinks into the floor. “I thought I turned the stove off,” you groan, moving the ruined pot to an empty burner.

You put your head in your hands, lamenting your short attention span.

Wanda puts a hand on your back. “You were making paprikash?” she asks quietly. You nod, embarrassed. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, folding you into her arms.

“I made noodles. They’re in the fridge. We can have those I guess,” you murmur, trying not to cry. “Plain noodles and burnt stew. This has been a total bust. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,” she says, sternly. She pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. “What are you sorry for?”

You sigh. “You’re a full time mom and a superhero. I can't even make one meal right. How am I supposed to-” You don’t let yourself finish that sentence, growling in frustration.

“How are you supposed to…?” she asks, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You press your lips into a thin line. “Take care of you,” you answer after a minute.

She laughs, not meanly, but still. “Don’t laugh!” you groan, throwing your hands up in the air and trudging to the stove. You take the ruined remnants of your meal and throw the whole thing in the garbage.

“Sweetheart,” she says, using her powers to lift the pot out of the trash and place it gently in the sink. It’s such a simple use of her monumentally impressive magic that you almost laugh. “I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“I know,” you sigh, wringing your hands. “I know. You’re the strongest, most wonderful person I’ve ever met. Doesn’t mean I don't want to.”

Her face softens. She walks over to you slowly, like she’s trying not to frighten a wounded animal. Wanda rests her hand on top of yours.

“You’re wonderful. You know why?” She kisses you, so softly. Every kiss feels like the first time, when you were a nobody who worked security in Avengers tower, a lifetime ago. Things are so different now. Everything is different.

“Why,” you murmur, trading more sweet kisses that steal your breath.

“Because you care. You try,” Wanda lays her hands on your waist, resting her forehead against yours. “That’s enough for me.”

Now you’re really going to cry. Her lips are soft, dry. She’s wearing new perfume. Your heart skips a beat. She must have picked it out for tonight.

“I just… I want to do nice things for you. I want to be part of your life. I want to make things a little easier.”

She chuckles and says your name fondly. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life is never easy. All I need is you and the twins. You make it all worth it.”

You sigh, nuzzling your nose against hers.

“Just, you know. You wouldn't be my first pick for housewife of the year,” she jokes. You slap her arm.

“I knew that was coming,” you say, trudging to your closet where you keep your unscented candles.

“Aww, come back,” she complains, wrapping her arms around you from behind in the dark. “I didn’t mean it honey, I think you’re so good at being a housewife.”

“Yeah?” you say, igniting your lighter and illuminating your face in the soft light. “Want me to try making dinner again?” She hesitates. “You are so full of shit, Maximoff.”

Wanda laughs, and you laugh with her. She has this way of making everything better. Lighter. You love her for it.

She ruffles your hair. “Let’s order a pizza, Mrs. Maximoff.”

You pause, the flame flickering in your hand. Wanda freezes too, as if just realizing what she said.

“I-”

“Don’t apologize,” you say quickly. “Don’t take it back. I liked it. I-I want that.”

She gasps softly, her long lashes fluttering against your hair.

“I’ve been married before,” she says quietly.

“I know.”

“It wasn’t the most traditional union.”

“I know,” you turn around, holding the candle between you. It lights on her face, flickering, insecure. Uncertain. “I don't care what you did, Wanda. I know about it all, and I still want you.” You place your hand under her chin, tilting her mouth to yours.

“How?” she asks after a minute of terse silence.

You shrug. “Like you said, life isn't easy. You had a lot going on. I wish I could’ve been there for you. But I’m here now. I’m not leaving.”

She bites her bottom lip, and you resist the urge to tug it out of hiding with your teeth. To show her how much you mean what you’re saying. Maybe later. She needs to eat something first.

“Let’s order a pizza,” you say before sealing your lips together in a short kiss. “Mrs. Maximoff.”

#my fic #request #i was thinking abt elizabeth olsen's hot ones episode a lot while writing this actually #how is she literally invincible #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #mcu #scarlet witch x you #reader insert

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nikkicloudie · 9 months

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Stray Kids Reacting To You Having Social Anxiety

ok so before I start I want to say that it was kinda hard because there was no way I could write it without making the reader seem shy @maaatyroshka and ik people have different types of social anxiety so plz be kind lol

Bang Chan

Supermom mode is activated!

When he first found out was when you met him. How you kept studdering or how you kept looking away from him when you were talking ig?

At first, he just thought you were shy until you started dating which you explain to him about it

At first, he was confused and asked more questions about it which you ofc answered for him

10/10 took it well

Lee Know

What the hell is that? That was his words when you told him

You explained it more to him but the poor baby was still confused until finally he understand it

The cat lady feels the need to protect you from everything and everyone

He will always ask you if you want to do anything so he doesn't accidentally trigger anything.

Probably a 9/10 on how he took it

Seo Changbin

Understood straight away when you told him.

poor baby would always ask if you're ok or if you want anything or need anything.

feels bad if he leaves you alone too long

Always comforts you if you feel too nervous.

10/10 def took it well maybe too well

Hwang Hyunjin

Again he was confused but understood? or he thinks he does.

Always asks if you are uncomfortable even if you are on his lap or if you're just cuddling.

poor baby doesn't want you to panic at all or be the reason.

He will have you sit in his lap while he pets your hair while you paint or draw something to calm you down.

I say he took it 10/10

Han JiSung

poor baby is SO confused he does the Pikachu face.

he would ask questions over and over again to make sure he gets it right!

He is so nervous he might screw something up which will make you hate him :( ps you never hate him ofc.

He would make sure no one touches you in case that's your trigger but he would ask about your triggers so h knows what to do and what not to do.

8/10

Lee Felix

Same as Changbin he understood the second you told him.

He would cry if you start crying he would be happy if you are happy anything you feel he also feels

This sweet boy will hold you if you feel stressed or upset and whisper sweet nothing.

He will give you 24/7 attention when you are alone but in public, he will always ask before doing anything.

10/10 for this sweet baby boy.

Kim SeungMin

He was very confused but he understood a little of it.

Baby boy would be super protective when you're in public.

Don't like him holding your hand? boom hands not touching. Don't like him hugging you in front of people? boom no more hugs until you are alone.

Theres some times when seungmin would ask very prosal questions about it when he gets confused poor baby face when he asks you.

I say 9/10

JeongIn IN

baby was so understanding and comforting.

Would ask your questions 24/7 about anything.

So sweet when you tell him you're not comfortable with some stuff and he would nod and some doing it the second you said something.

He would hold you when you are stressed or upset and rock you gently while reading you a story or watching a movie you love.

another 10/10

#skz stay #skz lee minho #felix stz #changbin #bang chan #han jisung #seungmin #in skz #x reader #skz x reader #headcanon

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enretrogue · 2 years

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𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 / 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

(These are not my works; full credit goes to the original writers. If you'd like your work removed, just shoot me a message and I'll remove it for you!)

✪ ~ BIPOC reader or writer (if this is wrong or you’d like it added, let me know!)

Fanfics Rec List

Supermom ⎢ Part 2 — @uncpanda Stupid Sparks — @uncpanda Short Stack — @uncpanda Save Me — @uncpanda Family Reunion — @uncpanda Lazy Sundays ft Bruce Wayne — @alienguts Cooking — @alienguts Cuddling with Clark — @alienguts Fluff Alphabet — @alienguts Bubbles — @alienguts Cosy Evening — @alienguts Suspicions — @alienguts NSFW Alphabet — @just-iimagine

#lala’s fic recs #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #dc comics #dceu

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toireasa11 · 7 months

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ENTRY #1

Unveiling Toireasa: A Majestic Journey of Resilience and Triumph Welcome, dear readers, to my extraordinary world. It's Toireasa, the 21-year-old dynamo standing tall at a modest 4'11. Don't let my height fool you, though, because my energy and spirit know no bounds. Join me as I take you on an exhilarating ride through my captivating life, filled with resilience and triumph.

From an early age, I knew I was destined for greatness. As the second daughter among five siblings, I always felt a deep sense of responsibility to leave my mark on our family's history. Little did I know, I would become the first member of my entire family to pursue a college education. This realization fueled my determination to make history and become a groundbreaking role model for future generations.

Growing up, I was blissfully unaware of the identity of my biological father. However, this never weighed upon my spirit or defined my worth. You see, in my life, the concept of a "real father" goes beyond mere bloodlines. My Super Tatay, Tatay Mayo, has been the epitome of unconditional love and unwavering support. His actions and continuous affection have shielded me from the void, ensuring that I never felt any less his daughter.

But it's not just my father who has shown me the power of love. My aunt, Dada Fe a woman who chose to forgo having a family of her own, has wholeheartedly embraced me and my siblings as her own children. Her unwavering devotion and selflessness have provided the means for me to pursue my dreams. In her eyes, I am not just a niece; I am a cherished daughter worthy of boundless love and unlimited possibilities.

In the realm of superheroes, one name rises above all others - my mother, my supermom. She has been my unwavering support from day one, always by my side, believing in me when no one else did. I am amazed by her limitless energy and love, for she has taught me the meaning of resilience and strength. Through her example, I have learned that with determination and love, there are no limits to what we can achieve. My supermom, my hero, I am forever grateful for your unwavering presence in my life. You are the epitome of a true superhero.

My journey has not been without its trials and tribulations, but I have never allowed them to define me. Instead, I have channeled my energy into my education, fueling my hunger for knowledge and my desire to create a better future for myself and my loved ones. Each day brings me closer to the culmination of my educational journey, and I eagerly await the day I proudly wear my graduation cap. Through my unwavering tenacity, I am poised to unleash my potential upon the world, leaving an indelible imprint on every heart I touch. Together, let us embark on this majestic journey of resilience and triumph, celebrating the power of the human spirit and the transformative power of education. Welcome to my world, where dreams become reality and resilience knows no bounds.

Exploring the Richness of Borongan City, Eastern Samar: Memories of a Poor but Happy Childhood

Growing up in the beautiful province of Eastern Samar, specifically in Borongan City, was a true testament to the power of contentment and family bonds. In a world that often emphasizes material wealth, my family showed me that true happiness lies in the simple joys of life.

As the last family in our street to afford electricity, I vividly remember our evenings illuminated by a small lamp in our simple dining area. Instead of complaining about our lack of resources, we made the most of what we had. Gathered around the lamp-lit floor, we ate our meals together, sharing stories and laughter that created a sense of warmth and togetherness. It was during these evenings that I learned valuable lessons about gratitude and resilience. While we may not have had the luxury of a dining table and chairs, we were rich in love and happiness. Our family bonds were strengthened by these shared experiences, reinforcing the belief that material possessions do not define our well-being. Growing up in a poor but happy environment allowed me to appreciate the beauty of simplicity. Our home may have been modest, but it was filled with love, laughter, and a sense of belonging. We made the most of what we had, creating our own entertainment and finding joy in the little things. A walk down the streets of Borongan City offered a glimpse into the lives of many families who faced similar circumstances. Despite the challenges we shared, there was a strong sense of community. Neighbors knew and supported one another, fostering a collective spirit rooted in empathy and solidarity. This sense of unity created a safe and nurturing environment for children, allowing us to thrive despite our limited resources. Life in Borongan City was not without its difficulties, but the love and support of my family, as well as the strength of the community, made every challenge seem conquerable. We were bound by a shared understanding that happiness was not dependent on material possessions, but rather on the love and connections we cultivated. As I reflect on my childhood, I am filled with gratitude for the lessons I learned and the experiences that shaped me. Growing up in a poor but happy and contented family taught me the importance of resilience, gratitude, and the strength of human connections. It instilled in me a deep appreciation for the simple joys of life and the richness that can be found in genuine relationships. Borongan City will always hold a special place in my heart, not only for its natural beauty and charm but also for the memories it houses. It is a reminder of the power of contentment, the resilience of the human spirit, and the beauty that can be found in even the simplest of circumstances. I am proud to call Borongan City my hometown, a place that has shaped me into the person I am today. It is a testament to the fact that happiness and contentment are not products of wealth, but rather treasures that can be found within ourselves and the love we share with others.

A Magnificent Journey of Laughter and Friendship Join me as I take you on a memorable adventure through my college years, surrounded by a crew of incredible friends who have become my family. Let me introduce you to the phenomenal ladies who light up my life! First up is Shiela, our resident brainiac, the shutterbug extraordinaire who snaps brilliance into every frame, and the master of perpetual intensity, perhaps born with a dash of tempestuousness. Then there's Arabella, whose laughter is highly contagious. Nicole brings wisdom and calmness to our group, while Miylene's bubbly personality adds a sparkle to every moment. Alyssa, the captivating beauty who effortlessly captures hearts with her allure. And we can't forget Alexis, the artistic intellect who adds a brilliant spark to our crew. Together, we've created memories that I'll cherish forever. Late-night study sessions and spontaneous city adventures have brought us closer than ever. We've laughed, cried, and celebrated milestones together, forging unbreakable bonds. As we near the end of college, a mix of emotions fills the air. Joy and nostalgia intermingle, reminding us that the future is just around the corner. But with my amazing friends by my side, I know we're ready to conquer anything that comes our way. My college journey has been an incredible ride. With my supportive and fantastic friends, I know that we'll continue to make the most of every moment. The laughter we share will echo through the years, reminding us that friendship is a treasure worth holding onto. So, here's to the future and whatever it may bring – I'm ready to embrace it, hand in hand with my remarkable crew.

Now, meet Larry, the heartbeat of my existence, the calm within my chaos, and the very essence of my emotions. It's been a magnificent 5 years and 7 months with him by my side, a journey filled with solace, happiness, and even the occasional sweet agony. In his embrace, I've found a love that defies all explanation and fills my world with colors unseen. Larry, my life's greatest adventure and the keeper of my heart's most profound secrets. Cheers to us and the many chapters of our extraordinary love story that await. 💖🌟

Thank you for joining me on this journey of self-introduction. As we embark on this blogging adventure together, I look forward to sharing stories, insights, and experiences that will hopefully inspire, connect, and resonate with you. Stay tuned for more adventures, reflections, and discoveries as we navigate the tapestry of life together. Remember, we are all unique threads in this beautiful fabric, and our stories, though diverse, are woven together in the grand design of existence. So, let's continue to explore, learn, and grow together. Until next time, stay curious and keep shining! ✨

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gojo-simp69 · 2 years

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Stepdad Adventures- Illumi Zoldyck

Summary: your son and your boyfriend Illumi bond when Illumi babysits him.

Fluff! Female reader!

wc: 744

Headcanons + oneshot

-Okay, if Illumi fell in love with you and you had a kid…you better expect sweet ass moments

-ESPECIALLY if your kid was a boy because your son would remind him of Killua and Kalluto

-He would treat your kid like he was a supermom

-sometimes you see Illumi with a bright pink apron and a nonchalant look on his face whilst he’s making food for your son

-Forget being a stepdad, your kid is now yours and Illumi’s

-He has trouble showing his affection through words but he believes actions speak louder than words. He shows both you and your child that by spending both money and quality time on you and your child

-llumi remembers everything. He has a mental list of important things about you and your son. Say your son has bad allergies, Illumi has 100+ different medications on him in case anything happens

-Overall, Illumi tries to be the best father figure for your son and househusband to you

Oneshot time!

You had work today and kindly asked your boyfriend, Illumi, to watch your son. He immediately said yes with a calm face but you could hear the slight eagerness in his voice.

Now, you were saying goodbye to your 6 year old son and tall boyfriend. “Kayo, behave for Illumi today until I come back.” You bend down to pat his head. Kayo, your son, looks at you with lazy eyes, “I will.”

“Promise?” You raise a brow, “Promise.” Kayo giggles, intertwining your pinkies together.

You lean up on your toes and kiss Illumi’s pale cheek. His face heats up a bit before calming down. “Have a nice day at work, darling.” Illumi hands you your purse and car keys so you can leave.

The front door closes, leaving Illumi and Kayo alone in the house. “What are your intentions with my mom?!” Kayo immediately points his little finger at Illumi once you’re gone. The older male tilts his head in slight confusion, “To date her?” It sounded like a question but Illumi didn’t know how to exactly respond to Kayo.

“What’s your job?!”

“…cleaning trash for money…a lot of money…”

Illumi couldn’t tell your son he was an assassin. You would kill him. “Can you support my mom?” Kayo crosses his arms over his chest. “Easily.”

“THEN WHY IS SHE WORKING?!”

“She wants to be independent and doesn’t want to seem like she’s using me.” Illumi sits down on the couch, palms touching his knees as he sat straight. “That’s stupid!! You want to date her so she should use you. It’s only fair.” Kayo scoffs at the boring response. “Whatever, as long as she’s happy. But if you hurt her, someone else will be cleaning you up for money.”

“Hmm?” Illumi tilts his head, black hair swaying with his movements.

“BECAUSE YOU’RE TRASH!!”

“You’re just like my little brother, Kil.” Illumi gives a small smile to Kayo who gets angrier. “Stop smiling!! I just threatened you!!” Kayo gets picked up and placed in Illumi’s lap, “There, there.” The pale man comforts Kayo by patting his head.

Kayo slowly relaxes under his touch. His tense body going limp. “Want to watch a movie?” Illumi asks, holding the TV remote.

“(Favorite kid movie)!!”

“That’s your mothers favorite. I’ll get some popcorn while you put on the movie.” Illumi hands Kayo the remote and gets up to walk into the kitchen.

-2 hours later-

You open the front door and become shocked when finding Illumi holding the sleeping Kayo in his arms. On the other hand, Illumi was wide awake. “So, did you two have fun?” You tease walking up to Illumi on the couch. “Yes. We watched (favorite kids movie) and had snacks. After the movie we played with some action figures and watched another movie.

“Did he do anything bad?”

“Interrogation. But it was for your well-being so I’m not mad about it.” Illumi stands up with Kayo in his long arms. He leans down to kiss your soft lips. “Not with the child, Lu.” You giggle, “Let’s get him to bed.” Illumi walks up the stairs with you following behind.

After tucking Kayo in, Illumi and you cuddled in bed as he massaged your waist and back. “I’m happy you two got along.” You whisper, playing with Illumi’s soft hair. “He reminds me of my little brother.” Illumi nonchalantly responds.

“I think we’ll make a cute family. Should we tell him you’re pregnant?” Illumi hugs your body under the covers.

“Tomorrow. It’s time for bed.”

#illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #hunter x hunter #anime #killua zoldyck #kalluto zoldyck #illumi x you #illumi x y/n #stepdad #oneshot #headcanon #fluff #hxh fluff #hxh imagines #hxh x reader #hxh illumi

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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Hatred and Grief - Clark Kent x Reader

Summary : Clark loses the thing he loves the most in the World...And the worst thing ? It is his fault.

I was in the mood for something angsty today. Yeah yeah yeah I didn’t follow the schedule I put up not long ago, but I really wanted to write this story. I was in the mood to write something kinda sad (or not). Hope you will like it, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :-) :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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The second he sees your body hit that wall violently, and hears the terrible crack it makes...He knows.

He didn’t mean to do it. It wasn’t him...it wasn’t him !

This was a nightmare.

Just a bad dream.

He was going to wake up in your arms, nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He was going to wake up in your arms, and tighten his grip around you. You were going to reassure him after this stupid nightmare...No.

No you weren’t. You would never reassure him again.

He knows he committed the irreparable. And that’s what brings him back.

Of course, only you would be able to take him out of this weird daze he had been for a while. Only you would be able to snap him out of it. He thinks he remembers you yelling : “Clark, this isn't you ! Come back to us baby, come back to m...”, but you were never going to be able to finish this sentence.

He doesn’t remember much, but what comes back to his mind, is being captured by Lex Luthor and him...doing something to his brain.

And then falling in a state of semi-consciousness, where he just couldn’t control his movements, and didn’t even care about it.

He doesn’t really remember much of his actions, as if he just woke up from a dream that refused to be remembered, but when he regains his senses, and, horrified, looks around him...half of Metropolis is destroyed, giving him that much hints about what happened.

He knows this carnage is his fault. Though he wasn’t master of his movements, the guilt that washes over him is endless. And when he fully realizes what he has just done, what brought him back...It’s more than guilt. It’s agony.

It’s his arm that hit you with all his might as you were approaching him, and that send you crashing into that concrete wall. With just a small swipe, as if you were nothing, though you were everything to him, his arm went own its own accord to shove you out of his way, with so much force that you flew across the street. His arm. His.

It’s his arm that killed you...

He’s starting to understand what is going on, what happened, when an ear piercing scream resonates in the street, and he feels as if he just got hit by a sledge-hammer.

Batman. With a kryptonite brass knuckle. A krytonite knuckle. Of course. Only him would have such a thing.

For a slight second, Clark doesn’t understand why his best friend just hit him. But then the reality of what is happening downs on him, and he doesn’t budge.

No. He deserves this. He deserves to be beaten to death by Bruce. By your brother. He deserves it...

He barely registers Diana, Arthur, Oliver, Hal and J’onn catching the bat, and holding him with all their might. Your older brother is in such a rage that they have all the trouble in the World to keep him from killing Superman.

He pushes away Zatanna and Shayerah trying to help him to his feet, and for a slight seconds, they’re afraid he’s still under Lex’s control...But when he says :

-Let him. Please. Let him hit me.

They all know the nightmare is done. You were right. You had been able to snap him out of Luthor’s grasp. Clark was back, unfortunately, too late. And you paid the biggest price to save the one you love...

It’s Bruce’s turn to loose control. It’s his turn to go rogue, though he does it completely consciously. His kryptonite laced fist punches the mighty Superman over and over again, as he lets out growls of anger.

That man he trusted with his life, that man he considered, until a very short while ago, his best friend, that man who married his precious little sister, that man who was his nephews’ father...That man just killed one of the thing he loved the most on Earth.

You. (Y/N) Wayne Kent. The best person that ever walked this planet. You, who was the opposite of him, all light and smile. You who took away his broodiness and tears with your mere presence, and that, ever since you were a tiny kid. You. His beloved little sister...

For the first time in a very, very long time, Bruce looses control. And he doesn’t want to regain it...But the league members can participate in this. They can’t just look as the Batman beats Superman to death, no matter what happened. Once again, they take hold of a screaming Bruce and drag him away from the kryptonian. Diana doesn’t let go of him until the ever so stoic man broke down in tears in her arms...No.

They don’t let the Batman beats Superman to death, even though what he’s done is unforgivable.

Because they know it’s not his fault, they know he couldn’t control his own body, and that the last thing Clark wanted was to hurt you in any way.

And when Clark, on the brink of unconsciousness, crawls as best he can to your lifeless body. Pulls himself up and sits next to you. Grabs your tiny corpse in his strong arms and...Let out a scream even more powerful than Bruce’s. A scream filled with pain and misery, with agony and horror. When Clark buries his face in the crook of your neck, tears running down his battered cheeks. When he rocks you in his arms, letting himself go, crying like he never did before. When he begs you to come back, to not leave him alone, when he says he cannot live without you, when he professes his love to you over and over again...

They know that they shouldn’t hold him accountable for what just happened. Because out of all of them, he was the one that was suffering the most, and that would probably never come back from his sorrow. Followed closely by Bruce, whose pain was also to grand to ignore, too heartbreaking to stay in front of him without any reaction.

And soon enough, all the league members present are crying.

But the wails of the strongest man on Earth, and of the greatest detective ever, are the worst.

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Damian breaks his hand hitting his jaw. Dick tears away his cape. Jason shoots him, without much success. Tim yells and also break his bones trying to punch him. Clark lets them. He deserves it. He deserves every insults they throw at him, every punches though he doesn’t really feel them. He deserves all of it.

He deserves Damian trying to tear his eyes out, while yelling that his aunt was the best woman on Earth. He deserves to be shot a million times by Jason, even if it’s just to release some pain off of the boy’s heart. He deserves to have his hair pulled by Tim, as the kid screams in his hears that he’s a monster. He deserves Dick’s tearing his trademark “S” off of his costume, saying that he doesn’t deserve hope anymore...He deserves all of it.

Bruce is silent. He doesn’t have the strength to do anything anymore, and just wants to go to bed. To wake up the next morning to the sound of your laughter down the hall, to the sound of your feet running after your nephews, giggling like a child. Ready to wake up with a six years old you in his arms, because you snuck into his bed, being afraid of the thunderstorm that was raging outside.

Yes. Bruce doesn’t have the strength anymore, and collapses in the arm of a grieving Alfred.

The butler just lost a daughter. And though he wished he could kill Superman too, he’s got to be there for his family. Besides, his grandchildren, not the batboys, your own sons, already lost a mother...They needed more than ever their dad. But he cannot help it. The hate he feels below his grief is too great. And the murderous gaze he gives Clark is enough to break the Superman even more. Though, right now, Alfred cannot do anything.

He needs to take care of the one he came to love as a son. He needs to take care of your broken brother, who just lost one of the best thing he had in life.

Clark leaves your body in the cave, knowing you would have want to be buried next to your parents. And because he did not want his sons to see you like that. To see your broken body, your expressionless face, how cold and white you were...no. He couldn’t bring you back to where they were. And so he left you there. And with a last kiss to your frozen lips, trying to ignore as best he could his nephews holding onto each others, looking at him with a hatred he never saw in any of their eyes before, he flies away.

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Just like he didn’t try to fight Bruce or his nephews, he lets them.

He lets them hit him with all their might.

It hurts. Like Hell. They’re powerful, almost more than him. They don’t break their hands as their fist hit him repeatedly.

When it was discovered that he went rogue because of an experiment Lex Luthor made on him, you took them to the family farm, away from any danger. You took them to his Ma’, knowing they’d be safe there...

Coming back alone, without you, his face a bloody pulp, and explaining to them what happened was the most difficult thing he ever had to do. More than once, he thought he wasn’t going to be able to...but he owed them that much.

Because he just killed their mother.

And when they took their grief and anger on him, he let them did it.

Only the intervention of their grandma stopped them.

Little Jon, who looked exactly like his father when he was a kid, except for his eyes, he had your (E/C) eyes, well...Little John holds on tight onto his grandmother, not able to stop crying. His mommy is no more. She wasn’t coming back. She wouldn’t come to tuck him in anymore, read him the best bed time stories ever. Inventing them often, oh, he loved it even more when she invented them. Never would she cook his favorite meals, or scold him because he still wasn’t showered and in bed. Never would she wakes him up lovingly to get ready for school, with a soft kiss on his forehead and a warm hug. Never would she...do anything. She was gone. Forever. His screams of pain were yet another stab in Clark’s heart.

You were the first one who ever showed love towards Conner, and as his grandma stops him from killing his father, he falls to his knee. And he imagines that the hand of Martha Kent through his hair isn’t hers, but his mother’s. He imagines that the fingers massaging lovingly his scalp isn’t his grandmother’s, it’s his mom’s. She’s right there with him. She isn’t dead. It’s ridiculous to think she could be dead. She’s the famous (Y/N) Wayne Kent. She can’t be dead. She’s the one that accepted him as a son first, convincing her husband afterward...She’s the reason he has parents. She can’t be taken away from him ! She can’t...As his grandmother tries to soothe his shaking body with a loving hand brushing his hair, he imagines its his mother. Just one last time before he has to say goodbye...

Clark cannot takes this anymore. He cannot. And before his mom can say anything, he flies away. He can't. He can’t look at his sons breaking down like that and knowing it’s his fault. He’s not strong enough...He’s not strong enough.

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Alone at last. In his fortress of solitude.

But he doesn’t want to be alone. He wants you here. With him. He wants to kiss you, hold you in his arms, he wants to talk to you, to see your smile once again...To see your smile once again !

He takes his phone out of his pocket. Miraculously, it still works, even after the severe beating he went through. The screen is damaged though, but it’s alright.

No. It isn’t alright. As he puts on a video he made of you just a few days ago, right before being taken by Lex Luthor, he lets out a scream, almost a growl, and throws his phone, shattering it on the icy walls of his fortress...

When he put on the video, the crack on the screen made your face look horrific.

It looked broken. Your smile, because of the cracks, was twisted and unnatural. Not at all the smile he wanted to remember. And because the phone went through a lot, your voice was distorted and terrifying...almost as if your ghost was talking to him.

It was too much. Everything was too much. He wanted to go back in time and stop all of this from happening...unfortunately, though he had a wide array of powers, coming back in time was impossible. No matter what. He wished your joke about flying around the Earth opposite to its orbit would take time back was right...but no. He couldn’t do that. Only Barry Allen could turn back time, and knowing all the shit that happened whenever he did, he would never agree...No. He lost you forever. And it was his fault.

He’s the one that killed you.

Tears streamed down his face as he closed his eyes and focused on your image. He tried to remember your voice as best he could, this voice he loved so much, and made you say things like : “I love you Clark” and such in his head.

But it was more painful than anything else. Because never again were you gonna come back hime and tell him those words. Never again were you going to smile at him, to tell stupid jokes, to laugh with your sons. Never again was he going to be able to hold you, to kiss you, to make love to you.

No. He killed you.

And as he destroyed every single piece of ice that made his fortress of solitude, as his fist broke everything around him, he let out his grief and anger.

It was his turn.

His turn to be mad. To be sad.

His turn...

And his fault. As he destroyed his fortress of solitude, turning it into a pile of ice dust, screaming at the top of his lungs, he fully realized what he did.

He killed you.

It was his fault if you were never coming back.

You sacrificed your life to save him. The league was planning, reluctantly, on killing him because he was impossible to contain, to stop. And yet, you begged them for a last chance.

You sacrificed your life to save him, and he wished you hadn’t. He wished you had let them kill him...The boys needed you more than they needed him.

Bruce and his children needed you more than they needed him.

Alfred needed you more than they needed him.

The entire World needed you more than they needed him.

He was just a brute, you were a living sunshine. You only ever did good in your life, even though you went through terrible things.

He was just a man that didn’t belong here, that was way too powerful for the planet’s own good, and you were the sweetest thing that ever walked this Earth.

He was the one who should’ve died, not you...

He fell on his back in the pile of ice that used to be his fortress of solitude, and as tears blurred his visions, the cold floor representing his own feelings, he thought he saw your face in the sky.

In the shape of the clouds.

And later, in the stars.

He stayed a long time laying on his back on the cold ground. And he saw your face everywhere. He was doomed to see your face everywhere for the rest of his life...

Fin.

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Hope you liked it, and that it made you feel things. If it didn’t, I completely failed and that fucking sucks. Thank you very much for reading.

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bia-wayne-west · 3 months

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Mornings and waffles – Clark Kent x Reader

Characters: Clark Kent [Superman], Jon Kent [Superboy], Conner Kent [Superboy] and fem! Reader [You]

Synopsis: You have been married to Clark Kent for 12 years, and you live in the farmhouse in Smallville. You have two children, Jon Kent and Conner Kent. On a sunny morning, her two children jump on the bed to order pancakes and good morning kisses. You couldn't have a more perfect family.

Warnings: Superboys being super cute. N/A: I thought about doing something similar to Batmom but Superman. I always imagined what it would be like to be the mother of two super boys. Hope you like it. I hope you like it and that you feel how cute Superboys are. I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

Requests are open waiting for you

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The sun was shining on the farm. The light came in through the window, but you didn't bother because you were hugging your husband's huge body. Clark used to sleep completely clinging to you, so the sun didn't hurt him.

You were about to wake up, but you could have a few more good minutes for you and Superman in bed together. Well, you planned to stay in bed until you decided to leave, but your children didn't want to contribute to your wish.

You felt two heavy bodies jumping on the bed, on top of you. Your eyes snapped open, and you sighed wearily when you saw Jon's bright blue eyes staring back at you. He and Conner were in bed, trying to wake their parents.

“Waffles!” Jon yelled, jumping on you.

Jonathan was ten and Conner was eighteen, but they still liked to jump into their parents' bed on a Sunday morning to order coffee. They could just ask Martha or wait for you to wake up, but it was more fun to jump on you.

“Jon it's still five in the morning, go to bed.” You grumbled, running your hand through your youngest son's hair.

“It's time for coffee, Mom. And the father has to fix the barn again.” This time it was Conner who spoke. He was hunched over Clark's body, who kept his eyes closed, was awake, but still didn't open his eyes.

It was hard to get Clark to accept Conner. At first, he treated the boy with utter contempt and it broke your heart. There were hours of conversation, and he only accepted his eldest son after having a conversation with Bruce, which made your husband open his mind.

Conner suddenly came into your life, but you can't imagine a complete family without their pretty boy. It took Clark a few years to accept the clone as a son and call him that, but when he called the boy son for the first time, your heart was full of love.

“And we want waffles.” Jon said again, sitting up in bed. He was in his pajamas with a dinosaur design on it and his hair was totally disheveled, and his face was crumpled up from sleep.

“Then let's make waffles.” You said, giving up. Their children uttered an exclamation of joy, making a high-five between them. “There will be waffles for you too, Mr. Kent.” You whispered in the ear of your husband, who now had his eyes open and smiling at Jon.

“Come on, Jon. Whoever gets to the table first will get the most coffee.” Superboy suggested, getting out of bed in the field. Jon also got up, and the two ran to the kitchen, betting on a race.

You let out a weak moan, hugging your husband again. He hugged you back, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Let's get up, we have to feed the two beasts.” Clark joked, taking off the blanket so he could put his feet on the ground.

You smiled, repeating your husband's act and going to the bathroom. Within minutes, you had washed your face, brushed your teeth, and changed your clothes.

You were already in the kitchen, putting the batter in the machine to turn it into a chocolate waffle. Jon and Conner already had their mouths covered with so much chocolate, but they still wanted to repeat four more servings.

Martha, your mother-in-law, was helping you make coffee. She was by his side, frying eggs and bacon. She smiled at you, with that sweet face that only she had.

“They're very gluttonous.”

You both laughed, and smiled even more when you saw that Jonathan was frowning, probably because you heard his grandmother's comment.

“I only ate seven waffles and three pieces of bacon. I didn't even eat that much.” He confessed, making a cute pout.

“Okay, so, since you're not eating much, that portion of bacon and eggs goes to your dad.” You joked, putting the fresh food Martha had just prepared on your husband's plate, who thanked you with a kiss on the cheek.

Conner groaned. After you and your mother-in-law finished cooking, the two of you joined them for a nice family breakfast.

You laughed at each other, talked about silly topics, and showed how much you loved each other.

“We have a perfect family.” Clark confessed, running his hand gently over his arm. “A completely loving and amazing family.” He concluded with a smile when he saw Martha lightly pat Conner's hand gently as he tried to grab one of his grandmother's bacon.

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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Let Me Help You Forget 2/2

Clark Kent X Wayne! Wife! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Sister! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Diana Prince

Warnings:suggestive content. Explicit Language. Childbirth.

Words:1225

Requested by @bryandechartisasmolbean

Part 2 of let me help you forget. It's a full moon and a few met contractions. Though reader is not in labor.. Right?

Thank you for the request! I really enjoyed writing it! Hope you enjoy reading it!

Clark's P. O. V

After we both made beautiful love, my wife fell asleep. I kiss her bump where my little boys lay and then kiss her sleeping lips. I lay the blanket on her, above her chest. I slip my boxers on. I carefully put on my robe and pants. I fly out of the bedroom out, not wanting to disturb my family. I go outside and sit on the roof. I focus on Y/N's heartbeat, the boy's heartbeats. I needed a moment of fresh air. I still feel on edge. I hear a heart beating that I would trust with my life, my brother certainly not by blood. I look seeing Bruce with a extreme annoyed expression.

"what are you doing on my roof Kal?"

I half-laughed "hey I'm your guest! You invited me to come here"

"I invited my sister to come home, unfortunately she had unwanted additional luggage"

I scoff "you better not be talking about the little buns in the oven"

He grunts "of course not their MY nephews"

"that I helped create!" I said causing him to grunt dramatically. "sorry shouldn't have said that" he stood their for a moment, likely expecting me to tell him what's wrong with me "I guess you are wondering why I'm up here.." I take a deep breath ".. It's been a long night.." my face fell as I hear a small painful gasp from my wife. Contraction!!

I super-speeded to the bedroom and hold her hand. She tightly gripped my hand.. Five minutes.. She opened her beautiful eyes looking at my own.

"I imagine the boy's are beginning to grow impatient" I softly smiled, she looked beautiful.

She nodded and takes my hand placing it where they lay for a short time. I kiss her bump. I help her, off her back and onto her side. I gently rub her lower back in a soothing message. I hear a abrupt knock on the door. Bruce and Diana. I super-speed putting a rope on Y/N for modesty. She sits up and gently placed her hand on her bump. I gently placed a few, pillows behind her back to support it. I kiss her bump and then open the door to see both Diana and Bruce.

"she's OK just a contraction. I have her under my radar" I assured

Y/N smiled to her, brother and sister in law "I'm ok, just like Clark said 'a little contraction"

"I'll be the judge of that!" Diana said with determination "she's MY sister and those are MY precious nephews"

Diana moves past me and kneels down to her. She holds Y/N's hand.

"now how are you truly feeling? It is a full moon, many women have given birth on a full moon for centuries" she said with a chuckle

Y/N's eyes instantly went wide open "oh no! Definitely not tonight. It was a minor contraction. I'm sure it was braxton hicks"

Diana tilts her head unconvinced "I'm your sister and I'm your midwife. Honesty is the best way I can help you"

"I know these things very well indeed Diana. I promise you that I will inform you the second I know it's time. You told me I should trust myself, let me"

It'll be just fine.. No baby's being born tonight... Right?

Diana's P. O. V

My nerves on edge. My husband and I step into our bedroom. I can't help but worry about my sister. Y/N is strong but I've seen many women, many sister's die in childbirth. I still feel unworthy to be their godmother and her midwife. Bruce kisses my neck and wraps his arms around me tightly. I know he's as worried as I am. She's the only blood family he has.

"I'll help you pack" Bruce said

"Y-you think she's..." I couldn't believe what I heard.

"yes indeed I do" he said with a soft smile.

Y/N's P. O. V

Clark holds my hands as another contraction came. Dammit! It's time! Now! Why now?! Diana was right. With a break from my contraction Clark kisses my neck. He leaves for a moment. Moment's went by, I close my eyes. Another contraction comes. I squint my eyes from the severity of the pain. I want to squeeze something! I then feel a gentle touch on my shoulder.

"breath Y/N" Bruce said

My brother, and my best friend throughout my entire life. I open my palm, he takes it. I squeeze it tightly. I then started crying because I remembered. I remember the alley where my life changed forever. Bruce's face fell seeing my tears.

"thank you" I mumbled softly

"rest baby sister" he said gently

I softly nodded... Minutes later I laid on the stretcher in at the watchtower. Alfred was now by my side do to Bruce, Clark and Diana having a league emergency. OWWW!! My contraction feels horrible! Alfred takes my hand with a gentle smile. I still had several hours to endure... I also have to do it twice.

"breath dear" I do as he instructed. "there.. It'll be over in just a few moments"

"don't lie to me Alfie" I scoffed under my breath.

He chuckled "you're just like your mother"

His words brought a sad smile to my face. Just when the pain is near unbearable, and I'm scared.. I need Clark! I see my husband with a kind smile. He kisses my tired lips. He then placed his hand on my bump.

"Clark I.. I don't know how much.. I--"

"shh it's OK I know, I know"

We had already discussed how I wanted this to go but I'm still so scared. Clark stood beside me with his hand on my grip. It makes me feel safe. It was only me, Clark, and Diana. Of course Bruce had to protect Gotham. I wish he was here. Diana stood at the end of the bed preparing to catch my son's. I push screaming as I grip Clark's hand.

"that's it Y/N, keep breathing. You can do this" he coached.

I breathe heavily with tears and sweat. I then push again with a scream.

"ARGHH!! HAAAAA!!!"

"breath Y/N" Diana said

I breath Clark uses a cloth to wipe my sweat off of my face. His expression was soft but worried.

"I love you Supes" I said genuinely

He stops and kisses me "I love you too"

Bruce's P. O. V

I wanted to be there by my sister's side and hold her hand, but.. I had to keep Gotham safe for my family for everyone. As well as.. I am not sure I could have seen her in so much agony. Seeing her face breaking brings to many earlier memories of our parents. I stealthily step into the area my brother in law and my little sister sound asleep in each others embrace. I step to the two cots. I see my nephew Jonathan wrapped in a red blanket while Thomas was wrapped in a blue blanket. I instantly felt the desire to hold them though I am certain that it will awaken their parents.. I will never ever hear the end of how much I truly care. They were precious. I'll protect them with my life.

"stop being a brooding idiot and hold your nephew's" Y/N ordered

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jnsupermom · 4 years

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Book Review: Crayons and Chaos by Hayley Walsh

Honestly, I do not read a lot, I am too fucking tired, lazy and usually have no desire to immerse myself inside another persons writings. Especially while I am so damn busy writing my own shit.

However, with this lovely little read I could not help myself, yeah it still took me a few days to finish it but I am so glad I did.

As a step mother myself, I can absolutely sympathize with every…

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hanji-is-life · 3 years

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Domestic!Bakugo with kids, but instead of a housewife reader make it a badass mother 🧍🏾‍♀️

I'm sorry I wasn't completely sure what you meant as badass so I hope this works omg

Everyone always thinks that you’re just some quiet housewife that sits at home and bakes cookies n shit all day

Fuck that

Not your speed at all

Yeah, you can’t even fucking bake

All that shit goes to Bakugou’s soft and domestic ass

You take no shit

No back talk from your kids

No outta control behavior from your brats

It always makes you side eye Kiri’s wife whenever you see them and her lil smart mouth ass spawns

Everyone always thought it would’ve been your kids, but nope

You have your lil shits trained, they know not to fuck with their mother

Play with ya mama if ya want to!

That doesn’t mean your lil shits aren’t rambunctious as fuck though, meaning you’re saving them from shit more often than not

You’ve gotten the nickname SuperMom around the neighbor since you’re always getting your kids, and even a few that aren’t your own, out of some trouble

Although you can be kind of hard, that doesn’t make you any less lovable and a great mother to your bad lil babies

#my asks #my hcs #mha headcanons #mha x reader #bakugo x black!reader #bakugou katsuki x black reader #bakugou x reader #domestic dad bakugou

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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DAY ONE: Marco doesn't want to shower.

DAY TWO:

DAY THREE:

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a/n: okay idk why i'm writing this and why the hell it ended being a three chapter serie but i wanted to write about dad jean and it ended in this brainrot so i hope you enjoy this as much as i liked writing it :D

w: jean x female!reader, kids (2), marriage, stablished relationship, modern AU, dad jean because i'm weak, implicit spoilers about marco and sasha

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“You’ll be okay for sure?” you ask once more, taking of your seatbelt. Jean smiles at you, nodding.

“Of course, babe. They are only two kids, and they are our kids.” he says. You smile at him. Your beautiful kids. You're really lucky to have this family.

“Maybe that’s the most problematic part, those Kirstein gens...” Jean laughs and you kiss him before leaving. “Be back in two days, love you!”

“Call me if something happens, right? Be careful, love you more.” You take the suitcase and run into the airport, waving your hand again to him. You don't want to be late for your plane. You have an important bussiness meeting on another country, so you will stay there for two days. Jean insisted to stay home with the kids, even when his mom offered him to stay there. He drives to his childhood house, where a smiling Marco receives him.

"Dad!" he yells while Jean gets out of the car. His mother comes behind his child, holding his daughter, that easily strecthes her hands towards him, searching her father's arms. He holds her while Marco hugs his leg. "Dad, granny showed me a snail. They are so rare! They have their houses on their back!" Marco tells. Jean caresses his son's head while his daughter plays with Jean's necklace. His mom looks at him.

"Jean-bo, if you need something, you can always come here." Jean smiles. The name his mom has used since he's little keeps warming his heart.

"Thanks, mom. Now, time to go home." Marco nods and goes to kiss his grandmother on the cheek. Jean sits both of them on their car chairs and goes back home. "We will have fun while mom is working, right?" Jean asks, and Marco nods with energy. They arrive home fast while Marco keeps talking about the things he saw on his grandma garden. Sasha tells a little about her afternoon -she's too young to talk that much yet.-. "I sleep on granny sofa." she says. They arrive and Marco sits on the sofa, taking his console. Jean looks at him while he sits Sasha on her chair. "Marco?"

He looks at him with innocent eyes. "Mom says I can play videogames on Friday afternoon." he says simply. Jean sighs. He told him in the car that it was late, so he had to shower and dinner to go to sleep. Jean walks to the kitchen and prepares a cup of milk with cereal for Sasha's dinner. He gives it to her, and her face is now decorated with a huge smile.

“Go shower, Marco.” The kid keeps playing with his console. “Marco?”

“I’m occupied, dad. I only can play on weekends and fridays.” he says. Jean raises a brow and looks again at him. He sighs, kneeling next to him. He knows that insist doesn’t have any effect in him, so maybe negotiate with the kid gives results.

“Buddy, why don’t we go for a bath and play with all the water toys you have? Don’t want to make Peter the Sailor sad.”

Marco raised his gaze, the same hazel eyes that Jean has. He sighs before looking again to his game.

“Dad, Peter is a toy. They don’t feel emotions.”

“Someone didn’t watch Toy Story.” Jean thinks for himself. He checks on Sasha, that is eating cereal with, surprisingly, her spoon instead of her hands. "Very well, sweetie." He goes back to Marco. "Marco, please." the kid keeps playing. Jean sighs. He runs his hands through his hair, tying it in a bun. He looks at Sasha.

He waits until she's finished "Okay, time for your bath. Once I'm finished with her, I'm coming for you." he says. Marco raises a thumb to his father. Jean's big hands take Sasha off her little chair, and he carries her to the bathroom. He undresses her once he has checked the water temperature and set the hot air. She enters the water with a huge smile. Jean kneels near the bathtub, making sure she's sitting in the right way. The little girl smiles to his father and he can't help but smile to his little girl. "How does y/n take care of them while I work?" he thinks. Jean isn't a bad dad. He cares a lot for them and he helps in everything he cans, as making chores or helping with the kids. But it is also true that he has been alone with them just for hours, not for entire days. Usually you're home when he's home, so they are always watched by two pairs of eyes.

Sasha splashes water out of the bathtub, making Jean's shirt wet and his thoughts stop to overflow. She giggles. "Oh, you're a funny one... I'm sure Connie will enjoy meeting you." he says for himself. His friend Connie decided to take a free year and he's now trekking on a lost mountain of the Alphs. He decided to go around the world this year, so he only knows a baby version of Sasha. Now she's almost three. Marco, on the other hand, is near six.

Jean hears steps and suddenly feels a little hand on his shirt. He turns around. "What's up, bud?" he asks. Marco looks at him. His eyes are fixed on Jean's, and he has a sad expression.

"When is mommy coming back?" he asks. Jean knows your son is basically a mom kid, and being more than 3 hours without her is starting to ruin him because he knows she will be out for days. Jean's hand is still inside the bathtub when he takes Marco closer to him, sitting him on his knee while his hand supports Sasha, trying to avoid accidents.

"She will be back Sunday night." he says. It's friday night and Marco is already missing you. Jean smiles softly. He also misses you. "We will videocall her once she has arrived her hotel, yeah?" Marco nods again and Sasha giggles.

"Want to see Mom." she says. Marco watches Sasha as she plays with some bath ducks. Sasha starts to pout, and Jean knows that means she wants to go out of the water. "Okay, little one, we're going to take off all this soap." he says. With care, he waters her quickly before wrapping her on a towel. He lets the bathtub empty and starts to fill it with hot water for Marco's bath. "Want me to leave?" he asks. Marco has learned to shower by himself, so probably he doesn't want to have his father there, but surprisingly, he says.

"Mom always stays. Can you also stay, dad?" Jean's heart melts when he hears it and nods. "I'll go leave Sasha on her bed and come back, hm?" he says. Sasha's hot cup of milk followed by a hot bath ends always in a wet- haired half-asleep Sasha. Jean dries her hair quietly before leaving her on the bed. She hugs her favorite plushie and Jean leans on to kiss her forehead. "Sleep well, Sasha." he says. She smiles, half-asleep, and Jean closes the door before going back to the bathroom. He makes a little stop on his bedroom to change his wet t-shirt. Marco is already on the bath when he arrives. Jean sits outside, as he did with Sasha. "Dad, do you miss mom?" Marco asks. Maybe it is because he is sad and Jean isn't, or Jean doesn't know why his son thinks he doesn't miss his wife.

"Of course I miss mom. I miss her a lot." Jean says. Marco smiles a little and looks to the water, full of bubbles. "Why you asking?"

"Because I thought I was weak for missing her so early." he says. Jean looks at his son.

"Of course not! Missing someone you love isn't a weakness. It means you feel a lot of love for them." he says. Marco nods.

"I really love mom." he says. Jean smiles to his older son. How his face reminds him of you. His phone rings on the entrance table. It's a message from you.

"just arrived. tell me when you want to videocall :)"

"Oh, Marco. Mom wants to call!" he says. Marco gets happy and he ends his shower fast, getting dressed on his pijamas. He asks about Sasha. Should him let her sleep or wake her to let her mom see her? He decides to wake his little girl and tell her that mom is going to call. Sasha gets fully awake with the mention of her mom and the three of them are now on your bed, Jean on the middle. He videocalls you and you answer at the moment.

"Hi mommy!!" Marco says. Sasha smiles before repeating what her brother said.

"Hi, babe" Jean's voice can be heard the last. You smile widely.

"Marco, Sasha! how are you? Mom is missing you so much!" you say.

"You don't miss daddy?" Marco asks. You laugh at his concerned expression.

"Of course I miss him." you say. Jean smiles and lets Marco grab the phone. "How was your day at Granny's?"

Marco tells you all the details about his granny's garden, every single insect and living thing inside. Sasha tries to tell you what she did, but she gets twisted with the words because of the happiness of seeing you.

"Mommy how's your room?" Marco asks. You show them, listening three "woows" when the camera points the big bed and the beach through the windows. "It is so big!"

"It is! Next time, I'll take you all with me!" you promise. Marco yells and Sasha claps. Jean smiles warmly at you, the scene melting every inch of your heart. You know it's late there. "Marco, you should go to sleep. You too, Sasha. I'll talk with dad for a bit and we will talk a lot of time tomorrow, promise." you say. Marco nods and Sasha smiles at you. Jean lets them say goodbye.

"Bye mommy, have good dreams! I love you!"

"Bye mama, love you!"

"Bye, loves. I miss you and I love you more!." Jean leaves the phone on the bed while he puts Sasha on her bed, kisses her forehead and does the same to Marco. The kid whispers him. "Dad, if I am awake when you end, could you read me a tale?"

"Of course. But try to sleep, yes?" Marco nods and turns off the light. Jean closes the door quietly and gets into his bed, taking his phone. You smile at him.

"How the hell they obey you more through a phone than to me on real life?" he asks. You laugh and he does too. "You're a supermom for them. They already miss you a lot. I miss you a lot." he says. You smile.

"I'm sure you're being the greatest dad. You've always been. And I also miss you three so much. But I'll be back sooner than you think." you say. Jean smiles.

"I know. You should relax as much as you can there."

"That's kinda impossible. The boss gave us tons of work." you sigh

"How's the city?" he asks.

"It is beautiful! I really want to take you three with me next time!" the mention of a future trip makes him smile. He yawns quietly. You realize the hour. "Babe, it's late there. You should go to sleep." you say. Jean smiles and nods. "I'll message you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Be careful, and call if you need something, I'll leave my phone with sound on." you nod. He always cares for you, and you love that side of him. "Have a good day, babe."

"Sleep well, Jean. I love you."

"I love you more." You hang. You have a long day, so, getting ready, you leave your hotel room. Jean goes to his son bedroom. He's calmly asleep, so he goes to check on his daughter. She's also sleeping. He can't help but smile. His little ones.

He feels so lucky.

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allisoooon · 3 years

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TUA be like

Text description under the cut for screen readers and the odd confused Gen Z who hasn’t caught up on Millennial-defining shit like Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.

Luther thinks he is a forlorn elephant sitting alone on a bench and staring out at the horizon. His fanfic persona is queen bee mean girl Regina George. He’s actually an overachieving Eagle Scout with every single goddamn merit badge and a smile that speaks of pain.

Diego thinks he’s Batman, obviously. In fanfic, he is the literal personification of Anger from Inside Out. He’s actually that kid from The Princess Bride who puts up a whiny fuss at first but winds up loving this sappy love story his grandpa read to him.

Allison thinks she’s an impostor, but is she good enough at it to have Impostor Syndrome? She isn’t sure. Fanfic thinks she is Joyce Summers from BTVS, gentle and matronly supermom to all the hero team. She’s actually Princess Leia listening to your shit—hypercompetent and a great leader willing to get her hands dirty, but OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP.

Klaus thinks he’s Ally Sheedy’s character from The Breakfast Club—you know, an incredibly weird goth who cleans up pretty. Fanfic thinks he’s that kid from The Sixth Sense who sees dead people and cries all the time and is played by Haley Joel Osment and I guarantee you that’s all you remember about that kid. He’s actually a nihilist raccoon. Text reads: DEATH IS COMING. EAT TRASH. BE FREE.

Five thinks he is the Twelfth Doctor, a grumpy old genius Timelord. In fanfic, he’s Neo from The Matrix—the chosen one/savior of humanity who can do literally anything and died for your sins. He’s actually a screaming Gordon Ramsey on a busy night in Hell’s Kitchen with an incompetent staff.

Ben thinks he’s Danny Phantom because he’s got ghost powers and ghost powers are super cool. In fanfic, he’s a guardian angel. He’s actually an unemployed and aimless Ben Wyatt from Parks and Rec, holding out his original Claymation character (or Klaus) as “proof” he is not depressed.

Vanya thinks she’s Bruce Banner who turns into The Hulk when he gets angry, but in the way that gave him so much self-hate and angst in the beginning. Fanfic thinks she’s Haruhi from Ouran High School Host Club—kind of a bland but sweet and innocent cutie. She’s actually the Helper Dog from Hyperbole and a Half giving up and lying down in the snow forever (or until her owner makes her go inside the house). She does have Haruhi’s enby vibes tho.

Lila thinks she is one of the spies from Spy vs. Spy. Fanfic thinks she is Catwoman/Selena Kyle. She’s actually a package labeled, “DEFINITELY NOT BEES” with the instructions “SHAKE VIGOROUSLY BEFORE OPENING” written on it.

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