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"how long have you been standing there?"
i’m emotional over thomas and martha wayne again, as usual.
bruce lost his parents, but they lost their baby. imagine the guilt they’d feel over not only DYING in front of their son, but then he had to relay all the details to DETECTIVES because HE IS THE ONLY WITNESS TO THEIR MURDER.
just imagine then watching from beyond the grave watching their only baby, their tiny boy, carry the weight of their deaths on his tiny 8 year old shoulders.
imagine the guilt of their still tiny boy sacrifice himself every night for the city that killed them.
they know one day they’ll meet that TINY BOY again. but it’ll be too soon. and instead of wearing the boyish smile he had at 8, there’s a permanent frown on his lips. a furrow in his brow that never seems to go away that wasn’t there before.
their hearts may have stopped in that alley on that fateful night, but they died the moment their sunshine prince became the dark knight.
martha and thomas lives AU, bruce coming out to his dad
bruce, nearly shaking, terrified: dad … i think i’m bi
thomas, been in a relationship with both martha and alfred since before bruce was born: … chum, maybe it’s time to tell you. a little help? *turns to alfred and martha sitting beside him*
the other two, holding each others arms trying not to laugh: no, no, you got this, dear
thinking about a different universe thomas wayne - one in which only he survived the shooting instead of bruce - getting thrown into the main universe. and the first person he sees is alfred.
and they’re both so overcome by emotion seeing eachother again - sure thomas has his own alfred back home safe in his own universe but this alfie is different. he’s looking at thomas like he’s seen a ghost - because he essentially has.
alfred looks at the man he loved and lost all those years ago, older now which is strange, and he’s at a loss for words. which is rare for the man who always knows what to say.
thomas steps closer to him and he says the first thing that comes to mind
“bruce dropped out of med school”
and it’s such a stupid thing to say after he’s spent years agonising over what he’d say to the man if he ever got to see him again, but it just came out.
yet it has the desired effect regardless, because instead of a big emotional hello, thomas is frowning and his brows are furrowing and he just looks exactly like he used to. it’s quite frankly adorable - if he can even use that word to describe a man like thomas.
he’ll apologise to bruce for the confusing yet terrifying lecture he’ll receive when thomas hunts him down but he’s not even that sorry.
bruce and clark were in a post-sex bliss. both naked, tangled up in blankets, bruce’s head laying against clark’s stomach while they shared a cigarette.
it’s not a habit either of them indulge in often - bruce does it because he’s a self destructive bastard and the burn of his lungs is too tempting to pass up, and clark … clark smokes because the butt of the cigarette tastes like bruce.
they never talked much after sex, they’d rather just enjoy the moment before they break it to go back to their lives. but in this moment, in this second, they’re together and the doubts don’t can’t exist.
which is why clark is so taken aback when bruce speaks
“clark”
“bruce”
the man stops, enjoying the unbroken bliss they’re in before he has to pull the rug “i don’t love you, i’m just passing the time”
“i know, bruce. i know”
and there it is, the quiet bit said out loud. they both know they can’t continue this.
but that doesn’t stop something from breaking inside of clark at bruce’s admission.
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man Clark and Bruce really are just kinda soul mates huh. doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic or somewhere in between, they fucking love each other. i think i remember reading a comic where one of them mentioned how well they understand each other.
and that's what gets me when i start thinking hard about it! Bruce intentionally makes it difficult for others to understand him for security reasons, and Clark's alien-ness probably makes it difficult for him to be well understood too. but with each other there's no struggle, they barely need to hide shit from each other bc there's no need to.
i just..... (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
yeah i feel things about it okay
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A follow-up request from Absinthsunset for this jealous ghoap… thank you again💚💚
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Alpha/Alpha Ghoap
NSFW MDNI!
Simon is having a particularly bad day.
It starts like any other, he’s up and out the door before the sun rises, at the gym on base within minutes, the comforting familiarity of the space calming his mind.
Or at least, it usually does.
But the solace Simon finds in the gym, the quiet that allows his mind to relax before he’s thrust into his role as Lieutenant Riley is disrupted by the huffing pants from across the room, the strong, dominating scent filling the space.
The smell that sets something off inside of Simon, something vicious and raw. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore it, jaw clenching as he does so, because he knows better. They all do.
It’s an unspoken rule, an etiquette that Simon has had drilled into his mind since he was born. Alphas don't engage with other alphas. But avoiding one in the military is nearly impossible.
It was something alphas were trained to work around, Simon understanding that he couldn’t be just what his baser instincts claimed he was. Other alpha’s warring scents were just part of the job. Something that could be easily ignored.
But *this* scent makes his blood boil. The scent from the man lifting weights on the other side of the room, his muscled body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, his stupid mohawk flopping onto his forehead. Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish, and also the latest addition to the 141.
Soap's scent is earthy, reminding Simon of a grassy field, of dirt and grit, of the sun when it lingers for too long on your skin. It's also the smell associated with that sharp fucking tongue, with the man who always has something to say, challenging, defiant.
And Simon hates it. Hates it because he loves a fucking challenge, always willing to silence a mouthy brat, and yet this *brat* is an entirely new enigma. Simon hates that the man has taken residence in his mind, that he smells John *everywhere*, the scent lingering on his clothes, invading his dreams, reminding Simon of those blue eyes and cocky mouth. Of the fact that John is an alpha just like *him*, and Simon hates himself for the thoughts that run rampant in his mind, for his cock that's rock hard and leaking when he wakes.
He hates the thought of wondering what a man like Soap would look like on his knees, taking Simon's knot. Of how fucking *pretty* Johnny would sound as he cried on Simon's cock, when those bratty words would finally be silenced by pleading whines, begging Simon for *more*.
And Simon doesn't know what the fuck is wrong with him. He's an alpha, John's an alpha. That's not how any of this works. And yet, that doesn't stop his body from responding the way it does, from his eyes to rove the length of John's body, to watch the man's muscles constrict with every slow curl of the weight in his hands. To watch the sweat bead slowly down John's forehead, Simon wondering for a long moment if the man would taste the same way he smelled. And he hates himself a little more for even bothering to think in such a way.
Those blue eyes flick to Simon's own in the mirror, a cocky smirk. "See something you *like*, LT?"
Simon feels his skin bristle, grinding down on his teeth so hard that his jaw clenches in irritation. "Shut the fuck up, Soap."
John ignores him for a long moment as he curls his next set, his muscles straining with the exertion, face pinched in concentration. "Aren't we a ray of sunshine this morning," John grumbles, that stupid smirk curling his lip. "Something bothering ye?"
"You are," Simon snarls, turning up the speed as he goes into a brisk jog. He needs to run this energy off, this *need* burning deep within him. The need that tells him to cross the space, to grab Soap by the collar of his shirt that is entirely too tight, and remind him that Simon is the one in charge. He's Soap's superior officer. And yet, as Simon relishes the burn in his legs, the warmth spreading throughout his body, he knows he's in a losing battle. He's going to fucking *snap*, and Simon doesn't know how much longer he can control himself.
He's off the treadmill before he can say another word, his long strides taking him to the door, John's knowing gaze following him the entire way. It would take *one* cinder, one lick of flame, and Simon would boil over. But he can't. He won't. No matter how much he *wants* to.
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We don't talk enough about how superbat is that one gay couple that literally looks like twins
When they go public all the media headlines are like "The Only Man That Can Tame Bruce Wayne Is..... Bruce Wayne" and "Bruce Wayne Dates winner of his own look-alike competition". Bruce proudly embraces this, going on interviews and joking about the importance of "self-love", saying he's not surprised that him and his fans have the same type. This becomes a meme about how everyone Bruce surrounds himself with looks like him, from his kids to his partners.
At the Planet though, this brings back the rumors that Clark runs away every time superman shows up because they dated and had a messy break up. Everyone pities Clark since he's clearly not over his ex. Why else would he date the most well-known superman lookalike. The office held a betting pool on how long the Brucie rebound will last but it's been much longer than they expected. Lois keeps spreading more Clark/Supes rumors because she finds it hilarious and makes alot of money off the betting pool. She buys Clark's coffee every morning to make up for it.
This only gets worse as they keep dating and start sharing clothes. Damian once mistook the back of Clark, who was getting ready for a gala, for Bruce. He remembers this as one of his greatest failures.
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that post that is like "god bless the superbat kiss arts from official dc artists" is cute but let me hit you with the "god bless the copious amounts of explicit superbat graphic gay sex art from that one official dc artist"
@bookwormbynight @laswells-wife it’s haining aka hainingart / haining_art ;-) from what i know they usually do the linework for comics and another artists colours. they’ve done work for poison ivy, dc vs vampires, spirit world, lazarus planet, monkey prince, batman incorporated, joker, and way more
same artist 👇
they also have made several sfw and not sfw fan comics / doujins for superbat which i am lucky to own one of :,-)
i’m sorry but i really fucking love superman x brucie wayne.
i know they’re both putting on fronts but it’s very entertaining to me thinking about brucie shamelessly flirting with supes in front of EVERYONE at a gala or party and superman thinks ‘fuck it’ as he leans in real close, lips right up to the others ear as he whispers all the filthy things he could do to the playboy. how he could whisk him away in seconds and no one would even see them leave.
sure, maybe it’s a little out of character for clark ‘sunshine’ kent but superman is allowed a little fun. and the whole bratty playboy thing works for him. just a tiny bit.