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[snorinqfawn]

𝕲ive me my robe, put on my crown; 𝕴 have Immortal longings in me.

𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐾𝑂𝑅𝑌

07' baby      green-eyed angel      she⸝⸝her      made in ℬrasil

       𝒥ason todd's princess     hexatombe     sabrina carpenter     katseye     dc     league of legends     yellowjackets     romance books

❝Your warmth is my forbidden comfort, and your pulse is my unspoken weakness.❞

— ℒatest ℬite:

✸ 1-800-love-spell (stephanie brown x reader)

                       ©𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑸𝑭𝑨𝑾𝑵.  all  rights  reserved.

[starfires-comet]

with everything happening in minnesota right now, i’ve linked a masterlist to different funds to help the people there. along with tips on how to stay safe if you’re protesting in this horrible weather.

!!! WAYS TO HELP !!!

abolish ice. justice for renee good, keith porter, alex pretti, liam ramos and the unfortunate multitude of others who have been murdered and detained by ice.

my amazing friends and mutuals who can probably spread the word faster than i can: @sozzoe @that-dumb-bunny @dariasletters @kittens4kitty @iridescentlightshow @illumoria @misdollie @indigoscribe @lisboncy @dsfault @snorinqfawn

[blkkizzat]

‼️PSA: SCAM ALERT‼️ PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD AWARENESS!

Scammers are gaining access to legit/established accounts and messaging their followers/people they've previously dm'd to steal money/access to their accounts. This is important because one of the accounts they STOLE @/yetacomis does legit commissions! We've shared email/payment info and she's done this commission for me.

They will contact you telling you that they've reported you and that they've got their friends to report you too in order to scare you. They may even mention they mistook you for another user or provide a fake case number.

Here are the fake/doctored images they sent:

How can you protect yourself?

1. Tumblr will NEVER ask you to contact them via discord for account disputes. If you are banned/suspended/in violation of a rule an automated email will come from a tumblr dot com email address. Any communication with a human is user initiated and comes from their zendesk ticketing system.

2. Turn on 2FA (2-Factor Authentication). This way if you are scammed they will not immediately gain access. Tumblr will NEVER ask for your 2FA code. NEVER GIVE OUT YOUR 2FA CODE!!!

Ironically enough I received this message literally 10 minutes before I saw a dm from my moot @ramonathinks telling me she got something similar from a different account @/carlkojee. Here is what she received:

Please comment below any additional compromised accounts and I will add them here.

Here is the list so far:

@/yetacomis

@/carlkojee.

@/bloodymoonkitty

@/somewhereimhappywith

I am reporting them to tumblr as well as the discord user names to discord. But please stay vigilant as these aren't just random accounts.

Again report any accounts who reach out to you immediately, do not click any links from them nor give them ANY of your account information.

sorry for clogging famdom tags but i would like this to reach as many people as possible to prevent anymore stolen accounts, especially if they scam more legit accounts that may actually have the credibility to fool some people.

[blkkizzat]

update— thank you to everyone who shared so far. I have emailed tumblr support to let them know as well.

it was also brought to my attention some users have given bank/personal information already.

i cannot stress enough please be vigilant! and DO NOT give out any personal info. tumblr will NEVER ask for any credit card nor bank information outside of their own on-platform payment system.

fyi, for the privacy of the individual i have blocked out their discord name.

[l6ndry]

── ★ ˙🦇 ‧₊˚ live from gotham, again⠀╱⠀gothamites ᵎᵎ

a sprinkle of . . . 🕯️ ⋆˚꩜｡ what i imagine social media would be like in gotham part 2!⠀𓂃⠀( part 1 )

a love letter⠀❤︎⠀hi i lowkey have no idea what to post anymore.. can people give me ideas 😭😭😭😭 I AM BEGGING 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 i have to post before my motivation to write runs out again and then i disappear for another year.. gulp

3:21 PM                ⠀ᯤ⠀𓈆 ⚡︎ 70%

‎　⌦ 　 ‎ https://gthm.net 📁

☰⠀ⓘ ➤  𓂃  [⠀⠀⠀⌕⠀. . . posts from this week⠀⠀⠀]

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user78 · 30m                       i was jogging and tripped over a batarang. the sharp end. why is god testing me                  ⠀⠀⠀⤷ gothammedstudent do NOT pull it out                  ⠀⠀⠀⤷ user78 i DID                  ⠀⠀⠀⤷ gothammedstudent DUDE NO                  ⠀⠀⠀⤷ pepsisprite post pic              ⠀⠀⠀⤷ anonymous BRO NO                                    ⠀⠀⠀⤷ user78 why was it just on the SIDEWALK??                  ⠀⠀⠀⤷ batwatcherreal consider it a tax

gcpd · 1d                        Due to a Penguin related incident, citizens please avoid 7th and Langley for your safety.

f4ultline · 1d                        Why did Nightwing show up to my kid's school career day? Who invited him?                    ⠀⠀⠀⤷ nightwingsgf I WISH THAT HAPPENED TO ME WTF                    ⠀⠀⠀⤷ schoolsecretary We sincerely apologise. Nightwing’s appearance was not scheduled or approved by the school, he rappelled through a third-floor window before staff could intervene.

user24 · 7h                       some villain broke into my apartment becaue they thought i was “harboring batman.” i can’t even afford air conditioning who tf would i be harboring 😭?

anonymous · 2d                     ok so craigslist job post said “immediate pay light risk, night work.” now i’m wearing a clown mask in a warehouse. send help                        ⠀⠀⠀⤷ user33 sorry but that's not a job that's a whole ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ origin story                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ jokerh8page U got 5 mins before U end up in a batman ⠀⠀⠀⠀ monologue                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ vigilantekisser record it please for research purposes                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ anonymous What warehouse is it? Asking for a friend.

hihihihello · 9h                    Random guy in a cape just ran past my window. I didnt even look up. Im eating pasta.                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ bodegaon9th real ones finish the food first                       ⠀⠀⠀⤷ robinwatch girl which cape tho?? important ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ distinction

anonymous · 9h                   heard gunshots then red hood walked out of an alley holding a stray cat? chat we've lost the plot

allradionohead · 12m                   someone in a full riddler costume is doing sudoku at the bus stop im scared

user20 · 13h                       Told this guy at the bar I liked his mask and he said that it was for anonymity. I think I flirted with a henchman..            ⠀⠀⠀⤷ user54 RUN THE FUCK ❓❓❓❓❓❓               ⠀⠀⠀⤷ pepisprite well you definitely did...             ⠀⠀⠀⤷ randomdude At least he was honest. 🤷

uptowngrl · 42m                       did anyone else hear the explosion near robinson park or am i finally going insane                 ⠀⠀⠀⤷ user44 It wasn’t just you. Cops blocked off the east ⠀⠀⠀⠀ entrance.                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ owlcityreject scarecrow toxin leak again?? i swear my    ⠀⠀⠀⠀ lungs cannot keep doing this lol                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ piledriverwaltz lmfao okay so apparently like the whole ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ass batfam was there thats why it was loud 😭😭😭

gracelandtoo · 1h                     DEAD SERIOUS RN i went to the pier and saw penguin arguing with an ACTUAL penguin. i don’t have context and i don’t want any..

arkhamupdates · 7h                 arkham security suddenly doubled today. something’s definitely up                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ user63 Harley escaped again?                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ anonymous rumor is ivy tried to break her out but got  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀caught                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ notahench nah i work nearby, think its hush stirring ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀shit

user31 · 2h                  Does anyone know why were there like six bats circling crime alley last night                                         ⠀⠀⠀⤷ nightwingsgf that usually means robin’s doing   ⠀⠀⠀⠀ something he shouldn’t 💀

vigilantekisser · 9h                    bro WHY is batman on my roof rn this is not a drill HELPPP                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ anonymous pics or it didnt happen                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ vigilantekisser HE JUMPED OFF BEFORE I COULD  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀GET ANYTHING                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ batwatcherreal he does this every week don't stress

punkr0cker · 50m                    istg i genuinely cannot get anywhere bc every hour some goon or guy in a spandex is running around in the subway LIKE OH MY GODDDDD PLEASE CAN THEY TAKE ONE DAY OFF

user111 · 4h                    something exploded in the bay and the water turned green for a second                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ user54 yeah that was jokerfish testing day don’t worry    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ab it

gothamsubwayhell · 3h                    train delayed for the 70th time this week due to a masked individual spotted running on top of it who's surprised!!                      ⠀⠀⠀⤷ gothaminectsasy i swear nightwing thinks hes in fast ⠀   & furious or sum

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[snorinqfawn]

omg i loved it sm and the layout its BEAUTIFUL

[amourflores]

HOW DOES PINTEREST SEES YOU ?

search : celebrity shoes outfit purse. aesthetic make-up look & post the first photo .

✱ 　TAGLIST : @divackles , @snoopysnote , @babynueva , @clubsoft , @wonsoire , @fawnquette , @llitssn , @mwahbabe + anyone who wishes to participate !

[filthgf]

this is so cutieeee ! thank you for the tag 🪽🤍

npt ! . . @sturnsflirt @chrisssiren @delilahsturniolo @cinnamonsturns @sturniphone @celestigasm + any1 else !!

[sturnsflirt]

𓈒 𓏲 ˖ how does pinterest see you 𓈒 ׄ ◌

♥︎ ⊹ ˖ thank you gabby @snoopysnote for the tag !

this was super cute and so so fun <3

passing the love : @reekoflife @divackles @illumoria @sturniphone @readsick

[leonsbrat]

​​​​​˖ ݁ 𓈒 ㅤꢾৎ ㅤׅ ⠀ how does pinterest see you?

i love youuu, sweet angels !! @amourflores @sturnsflirt ❤︎

✷   𓂅 my angel muffins. @fawnquette @hcneymooners @faiszt @celestigasm @edwyngates @vamparchve ( + anyone is welcome to join !! )

[k2ssland-deactivated20251222]

tysm cuties for the tag @snoopysnote @divackles ❤︎

npt! @clarkskink @esotericcangel @snorinqfawn @kentpaws

[snorinqfawn]

☆ ₊ ⏖ how does pinterest see you? ♩

　　　　𓏲𝄢　𓈒 tysm for the tag pookie <3

✸ @sincerelylilah @starfires-comet @autnmun @pluvoiiia + anyone else who'd like to join!

[v3mpirs]

𝒟𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐹𝒾𝒸 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝓈! ⋆˚࿔

a compilation of some of my favorite dick grayson fics 𑁤

↪︎ jason todd ver! ↪︎tim drake vers!

⋆.𐙚 ̊ frat party fiasco - beer pong turns into strip pong, and things get way out of hand when you end up in the upstairs bathroom with the president, dick grayson. this scandal is far from over, and honestly…the bathroom may never recover. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @vanillanite

↪︎ more fratboy!dick grayson

𑁤 kappa party - feeling left out at a college costume party, you meet a guy dressed as Nightwing. His costume is so authentic you felt drawn by him, not knowing he’s Dick Grayson himself. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @rskdoll

𑁤 possessive - possessive frat boy dick grayson getting increasingly more deranged about how he lays his claim on you as the semester wears on. / @uc1wa

𑁤 I got your number - dick grayson always had a chronic case of golden boy-ism for which there was no cure. everyone ever literally loved him, his floor a graveyard of bras left behind by various hookups - until he met you that is. and to his complete and utter dismay, his condition has evolved into something far worse - far more embarrassing. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @juicykvnture

𑁤 lowk a male manipulator - fratboy!dick, a man of many… talents. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @killakalx

⋆.𐙚 ̊ crave - the locals in the village had long told that the count and his family who were living in the dark castle on the hill are vampires. so you only had yourself to blame for not heeding their warning. / @cherryite

↪︎ more vampire!dick grayson

𑁤 the teeth you know - the war between the humans and the vampires has lasted for a year now. when you fled gotham, you thought that would be the last time you'd see the vampire king and the love of your life, dick grayson. You were wrong. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @sanguineterrain

𑁤 tear me open - your vampire boyfriend is feeling a bit… peckish. It’s not his fault his girlfriend is lying there looking delicious! 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @juicykvnture

𑁤 bite me (pretty please) - your best friend dick grayson is a vampire & being the stubborn individual he is he refuses to feed from you... well until now! / @nocturnellee

ghostface!dick grayson

𑁤 scream for me - the mask was his secret. but you were always his obsession. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @iydiamartinx

𑁤 ghostface - yandere ghostface au! / @fxckn-sxck-fr

𑁤 just like the movies ft. wally west - when the adrenaline after fighting crime gets too much, you offer yourself up to your boyfriends for some stress relief 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @froggibus

⋆.𐙚 ̊ cherry red - you weren’t sure when dick had become part of your getting ready routine — but somehow, you couldn’t imagine it without him anymore. / @fromrory

⋆.𐙚 ̊ bite me! - having dated you for two years and known you since childhood, Dick was already used to you being somewhat obsessed with biting him. / @snorinqfawn

⋆.𐙚 ̊ scary? my god you’re divine - the vessel of enchantress is now part of the team, the league thought it was better like that, better having her on their side than against them and someone has to teach her how to control the witch. they all know who you are, or what you are, but robin is the only one who doesn't see you as a monster, he sees through you in that persistent way of his and you can't ignore him even though you want to. / @njghtiee

⋆.𐙚 ̊ bsf!dick grayson - bsf!dick grayson and his wonderful obsession with you. / @slvthrs

↪︎ bonus! more bsf!dick grayson 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @killakalx

↪︎ bonus! lowk similar dynamic 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @killakalx

⋆.𐙚 ̊ coming back to - in which, dick grayson can't stand the idea of being your ex any longer. dick grayson x ex-gf!reader 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @pluvoia

⋆.𐙚 ̊ n’ for dessert, I’ll suck ur teeth! - making out with dick grayson is like a partynextdoor song — slow, intoxicating, soaked in rhythm and heat. / @navyhaze

⋆.𐙚 ̊ ignorance is bliss - you know your boyfriend, dick is mad, purposely ignoring him isn't always the best idea... especially when your boyfriend loves to take his frustration out sexually... and you knew you were in for a long night when you came home after ignoring him all day... 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @murdock-slvt

⋆.𐙚 ̊ optimization needed - when dick grayson finds out he's not eating you out in the way he thinks you deserve, he wants to change that. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @cloudscars

↪︎ pt2! dick grayson is a munch 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @cloudscars

⋆.𐙚 ̊ sweetheart - maybe sometimes sweetheart does depend on dick too much 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @blondekisses

⋆.𐙚 ̊ nintendhoe ft.wally west - when dick & wally have a little… competition 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @juicykvnture

⋆.𐙚 ̊ help out a good friend - dick grayson is your good friend (not best, but good friend), and what kind of good friend would he be if he let you be so sexually frustrated because of your loser boyfriend? 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @murdock-slvt

⋆.𐙚 ̊ camboy!dick grayson - whose notorious for being a walking sex appeal; his pretty face fanned with long, girly lashes, paired with his toned body that would make even greek gods feel ashamed. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @navyhaze

↪︎ bonus! more camboy!dick grayson • pt2! 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @juicykvnture

↪︎ double whammy! more camboy!dick grayson 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @celestigasm

⋆.𐙚 ̊ risky temptations - you knew you should have left more space when tailing nightwing. while he might have been in his civies, that didn’t make him any less aware, which is why you’re not tied up 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @softhandz

⋆.𐙚 ̊ jealous roommate - you are Dick’s roommate and have been asked to go on a date with a guy. What you didn’t expect was for him to show up at the restaurant unannounced. / @kizubow

↪︎ bonus! more jealous!dick grayson / @noodlie-reads

⋆.𐙚 ̊ one of the girls - when you and your girlfriend go to a strip club things get heated 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @loonatears

⋆.𐙚 I could stare at your back all day - aka when you and your ex had a messy breakup… / @cheymidnights

↪︎ part 2!

⋆.𐙚 accidents happen - technically, you couldn't be blamed for thinking dick wouldn't get just a tad angry at you for touching his escrima sticks, right? I mean, you'd just been curious, you waved them around a little and now - 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @flashroid

⋆.𐙚 I need a minute - hockey just became your favourite sport after #10 Dick Grayson would not stop flirting with you the whole time. / @pookalicious-hq

⋆.𐙚 congratulations on your new improvements - You knew Dick Grayson when you were kids, back when he was Robin and you were the journalist’s daughter sneaking after stories you weren’t supposed to. He was awkward, gangly, more earnest than smooth, and you had a crush anyway. Then you left Gotham, and life moved on. Years later, you’re back in the city with a press badge of your own, chasing leads and running headfirst into trouble. Except this time, it’s not Robin who finds you, It’s Nightwing. Taller. Broader. Unfairly charming. / @cursedheartsclub

⋆.𐙚 round whatever - Dick Grayson is a chronic head tilter. It's especially bad when you're underneath him, naked and sweaty from the way he's worked you up and over the edge so many times. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @compersion

⋆.𐙚 summer roommate - you’d never met him before he moved in. your friend mentioned her brother needed a place to crash, swore he was chill, quiet, harmless. harmless was a lie. / @celestigasm

⋆.𐙚 ̊ academic rivals series! - you and dick grayson started as rivals, the kind everyone whispered about in class. top students, top of your year, neck and neck in every assignment. you couldn’t stand him: the perfect smile, the natural ease, the way he never seemed to struggle. and he found your sharp retorts and stubbornness endlessly entertaining. when a teacher paired you together for a major research project, it was war. he teased, you rolled your eyes. he smiled through everything, you matched him with pure determination. but somewhere between late-night notes and quiet library corners, things began to shift. / @njghtiee

⋆.𐙚 ̊ deprivation - in which, dick grayson has got a new-found ego; so of course, you decide to fuck it out of him. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @pluvoia

⋆.𐙚 ̊ worth the risk - Being the Police Chief’s daughter means every cop in the precinct treats you like you’re made of glass—except Officer Dick Grayson. He’s smart, charming, infuriatingly handsome…and completely off-limits. / @angiegotham

⋆.𐙚 ̊ when fan fiction comes to life - dick finds your dirty little fanfic and brings it to life 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @celestigasm

⋆.𐙚 ̊ already? - “i’m close.” “already?” — ft. dick grayson, aka 'nightwing' 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @kkai-zen

⋆.𐙚 ̊ chemicals hit like a drug - aka dick takes matters into his own hands 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @mostly-imagines

⋆.𐙚 ̊ date crasher - dick grayson swears he’s not in love with you. he just happens to find an unreasonable amount of joy in ruining your dates. purely for entertainment, of course. / @kthologue

⋆.𐙚 ̊ lightning strikes twice - The data indicating the average person experiences 3.4 attacks annually is misleading. You- who seem to find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time several times a month- represents a significant deviation from the norm and should not be counted in the dataset. Or; in which Nightwing accidentally develops feelings for the anxious woman whose rescue has become part of his regular nightly routine by this point. / @silverlullabies

as you can tell a lotttt of this is just pure smut but I mean, god forbid a girl creates a list while she’s ovulating :3 fanfics aside nightwing is such an amazing character I love him so much ༯

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Reblog if you love “—” and have never used ChatGPT

[snorinqfawn]

hi guys quick check if jason was a teacher... what subject would he be teaching?

[starfires-comet]

⋆⁺₊❅. ADVANT CALENDAR ‘25 ˎˊ˗

01. snowed-in christmas eve

a blizzard traps you and clark at the farmhouse, and he keeps slipping away into the storm until you catch him secretly sculpting an ice rendition of your wedding day.

02. christmas shopping

bruce swears he can blend in during gotham’s busiest shopping day. he fails instantly. paparazzi, crying kids, and an accidental mistletoe moment create total chaos.

03. christmas lights

kori wants “the brightest lights this planet has ever seen.” dick regrets agreeing. the titans tower glows so bright even bruce texts them to turn it down.

04. holiday peace

diana mediates a fragile winter truce between two metahuman factions. she refuses to leave until peace is secured. even if it means telling ancient amazon winter stories around a fire.

05. lois lane’s christmas eve deadline

lois must finish her front-page christmas story before midnight. clark is mysteriously missing, unaware she’s cursing him while he’s saving the city.

06. smallville high’s winter dance

caroline organizes the annual barn dance, but weird gusts of wind and falling decorations make her suspect superhuman interference. until clark helps her uncover the real culprit.

07. illegal christmas gifts

jason swears he doesn’t “do christmas.” and yet marlene finds a rare book she mentioned once, clearly obtained through questionable means.

08. patrol in gotham

dick spends christmas eve rescuing civilians in a whiteout storm, all while dealing with a stubborn teen vigilante wannabe following him around.

09. baby’s first christmas

clark is terrified of breaking ornaments with super strength, so you convince him to start a new tradition: helping your daughter “fly” through the living room wrapped in tinsel.

10. a courtroom christmas

you have a hearing two days before christmas. wally tries to help but keeps accidentally making your day harder. including showing up mid-trial with part of his flash suit showing.

11. christmas morning

kori misunderstands “secret santa” and brings gifts to every neighbor on the block. she also chugs hot cocoa like an energy drink and insists she’s doing great.

12. ambassador christmas ball

diana amused that bruce is working on a holiday. bruce pretending he isn’t relieved to see someone he trusts. they quickly fall into their familiar, effortless teamwork: diana charming diplomats while bruce gathers intel.

[angelic1angel]

clark x witchy!reader hcs

⤷ warnings; f! reader, mentions of various practices, spells and rituals, clark being supportive perusal

⤷ word count; 500~

a/n: i feel like i should’ve thought of more but wtv

CLARK WHO smiles when people ask why he smells like smoke. “oh! it’s my girlfriend, she lit up incense before we left” with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

CLARK WHO finds runes and crystals in his bag at work. he went to get his notebook but spotted raw rose quartz in the bottom of his bag. he smiles because he knows it was you trying to protect him.

CLARK WHO doesn’t understand it, but he loves to learn. when you leave the kitchen with your hands full of various herbs he’s confused but intrigued. which is why he followed you to your alter to ask every question he could possibly think of, which your happy to answer.

CLARK WHO knows not to move the selenite at the top of the front door, or interrupt any of your daily rituals. especially not the crystals you’ve strategically placed around the house.

CLARK WHO loves watching you piece together a spell, or smoke cleanse the house. he loves it when you’re telling him to hold a crystal while you spin around him with incense.

CLARK WHO always stops by the metaphysical store when he’s near to buy you something. he’s asking questions before he picks the perfect gift for you, which you love and appreciate every time.

CLARK WHO buys you seeds to grow your own herbs and has a dedicated spot for all your herbs on his parents' farm.

CLARK WHO wanted to help you set up your alter when you moved into his apartment. he already planned where it would go and cleared a place for it near the windows in his living room because he knows you like to look out when you work.

CLARK WHO asks you to write affirmations on his skin care products too. he asked what the writing was one day and when you explained he went “it’s definitely working, beautiful.” then asked for you to put some on his and you two spend some time picking which affirmations fit his intentions the best.

CLARK WHO helps you hang all the flowers he’s given you on the wall. when you complain you can’t reach higher on the wall, he helps you put it up. you have a whole wall in your room dedicated to all the flowers he’s given you, plus some you’ve had to find over ways to preserve.

CLARK WHO loves the idea of you using anything he’s gifted you in your practices. he loves knowing you like your gift and knowing he’s contributing in some way makes him happy he's helping.

CLARK WHO silently watching you do your everyday practices just observing. he’s a big observant person in general but when you're doing any rituals or practices, he’s there (only after he triple checks he’s not intruding) watching and taking mental notes of how you do certain things.

CLARK WHO is obsessed with you and all you do.

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[fawnfaceddoll]

“i just want you to come inside, baby, what’s mine is now yours!”

based on sabrina carpenter's song house tour! you and dick have been dating for a hot minute, and you just need to know what's in his pants!

cw: SMUT!!, F!reader, feminine/girly reader, protected sex, praise, a littleee bit of begging if you squint, light boob play

you and dick had been dating for a while, he always gave you that princess treatment you dreamed of. nice dates, flowers, presents, that charming smile, huge biceps, great ass, and not to mention whatever he was hiding in his pants! 

every now and then, you couldn’t help but glance down at the obvious, wondering if that was him soft, and if so, how big was it hard? 

tonight was not out of the ordinary, a beautiful dinner date at a nice restaurant, the two of you in fine attire and a somewhat desperate need for dick.

you guys have gotten into heavy makeouts and grinding before, but it has never gone further. probably because there’s no label between you two, but it’s obvious hes head over heels and so are you. 

by the end of the night you were getting sick of that sweet smile, smooth voice, and the way he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, you needed him and you couldn’t wait.

when he walked you to your apartment door, you offered him a tour as he’d never really been inside, at least that’s what you said, to which he couldn’t deny. thats how you ended up tangled in the sheets, chests heaving, half of your clothes on the floor, and lewd sounds escaping your mouths.

for such a pretty boy, he had quite the rough hands, likely because of acrobats, though that was no where in your mind when he was two fingers deep in you whispering the sweetest of things in your ear.

“god you’re so beautiful like this”

you let out a moan at his words, he really made you feel like a princess. gripping his bicep you look down at his hand pumping in and out of you coated in your wetness. You grind down onto it, wanting more, needing more, the stimulation to your clit making your whine out loud. 

lip gloss smudged on your face, eyelashes fluttering, and hair a mess, dick admired the view, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. the two of you were in such a rush that only your panties and his shirt were off at the moment, the top of your dress is pulled down to reveal the lacy bra you had on. he honestly could cum at the sight but he’d rather save that till he had the boyfriend title.

he leaned down, pressing a heavy kiss to your lips, it was messy and hard, you moaning into his mouth, him heavily breathing. between kisses, you breathe out, “dick..need it please”

this causes him to groan and pull away, sliding his fingers out of you. a whimper from loss of pleasure leaves your lips as you look up at him.

he helps you out of your dress and unclips your pretty bra, which he made sure to admire beforehand, tossing these to the side, he presses a kiss to your lips. finally, he starts to undo his belt, you were practically drooling waiting for him to take off his pants. 

dick shoots you a cocky little smile as he pulls down his pants, boxers coming off with them. you propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him stroke his cock a few times, spreading precum on his length. he dropped his head and let out a quiet moan at the stimulation.

after the agonizing few seconds he took to slip on a condom, he finally was back on top of you, kissing down your neck and fondling your tit. rubbing a finger over your nipple, he mumbles, “what do you want, baby?” 

you whine in response, you hated to beg for it when it was so close.

“cmon pretty girl, you gotta tell me what you want” dick responded as he kissed up to your ear, continuing to fondle you with one hand and then sliding the other between your legs teasingly.

you didn’t have the patience for this, maybe another day but not today. so you gave in past your dignity, “i want you inside me dick..please..i need it” it left your lips breathlessly, your mind hazy and body eager.

“thank you princess” he pecks you cheek before lifting himself slightly to align his cock with your warm pussy. 

he pressing his hips forward, sliding his tip in and causing you to gasp, god it was mind fogging. dick continues to slide in and dropping his head moaning at the sight of it going in. 

you both stay there once his length is all in, his head besides yours and you both breathing. it wasn’t painful but that full feeling really needed to settle.

he moved slowly at first, grinding deep into you brushing against that part that made you arch into his arms. small whines escaped your lips, begging praises left your mouth.

“fuck..yes…more…please…dick…yes” nonsense just left your lips as your mind continued to fog up, it seemed like he just fit perfectly inside your pretty cunt. 

after a while, he was pounding into you, lewd sounds of your bodies slapping and your moans bouncing off the walls. he wasn’t the silent type either, incoherent moans slipping out of his mouth as well, so many praises and compliments it made you clench.

legs wrapped around his hips, one of his hand wrapped around your waist, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

“doing s’ good for me baby, you look perfect” he groaned, kissing along you face, thrusting in and out of you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

dick would look down to watch his cock move in and out of you, slowly sliding out just to snap his hips back into you, each time earning a loud moan from you. hand still on your clit he moves his head to your tit, licking your nipple ever so gently yet it makes you squirm, the mixed stimulation becomes overwhelming.

“fuck dick please-“ you whine out as he continues, you feel a heat build in your stomach, tightening your legs around his waist.

his cock twitches inside you, that familiar feeling overcoming him as well. it was over when he looked up at your pretty face, looking down at him, mouth open, hair a mess, and blown out pupils. 

he released from your tit and kissed you hard, groaning into your mouth as he thrusted his hips faster, harder, and in response also rubbed your clit faster.

pulling away from the kiss you cum hard, your stomach and cunt clenching, it leaves him to cum just like that. a loud long moan leaves your mouth as you finish, he continues to thrust, slower this time, riding both of your orgasms out. 

he pulls out slowly, lying over you, both of your chests heaving, and kisses your cheek gently. you both rest there, coming down from your highs, your hand in his hair. soon, he gets up and tears away the condom, and you assume he tosses it out before coming back into bed with you. you feel the warmth of his body, the softness of your blankets, and hear his voice.

“so..does this mean i can be your boyfriend?” he pops the question as a joke, a small smile on his face.

 you giggle in response, pressing a kiss to his lips. “if we do that more often, then maybe.” 

[snorinqfawn]

◟ `` ⸝⸝⠀˒ salt & pepper .ᐟ◞ ☆

𝜗ৎ 𝒟ick Grayson & reader . . .

𓏵 : Your boyfriend is becoming insecure as gray hair replaces his black locks and wrinkles form on his face, And you show him that older men are simply better.

✶ kinda angsty, insecure dick :(, younger gf!reader

Ი︵𐑼 :: i love dilf dick sm ... save me dilf dick

Since childhood, Richard had always been the center of attention—not only because of the Wayne surname engraved in his family history since he was adopted—but mainly because of his beauty, which seemed sculpted for magazine covers. The headlines followed him like a constant echo: "Dick Grayson-Wayne, the boy prodigy, heir to the Wayne fortune and model since childhood." 

Over the years, that narrative became a gilded cage. He learned to measure his worth by the approval of others, by the cameras that flashed when he appeared, and especially by the flawless reflection he saw in the mirror.

At home, when the world was outside and you had the cozy silence of the weekend together, Richard couldn't completely let go. Even away from the flashbulbs, he insisted on being perfect, his clothes impeccable, his hair always in order. He had this habit of adjusting his shirt collar, fixing his watch, as if every detail could undermine the image he had been building for so long. 

You, on the other hand, saw in him unpolished perfection, that boy who could be covered in paint, wearing a sweatshirt or even something bizarre, and still be the most beautiful thing in the world to you. It was only when the outside world's gaze faded that he seemed lighter, but that lightness was fleeting, always threatened by the shadow of insecurity.

At 35, something began to change in the scenario he had mastered so well. The first gray hairs on the sides of his head, the subtle lines that began to mark his face, affected him more than any magazine could capture. That eternal youth he swore to protect now seemed to slip through his fingers like fine sand. 

Each morning in front of the mirror brought a new silent torture, a harsh internal criticism that said, "You're getting old, and that could ruin everything." He feared the erosion of the image he had meticulously built and that so many admired. In this battle against time, he became a prisoner of himself.

But what he didn't realize was the transformation that everyone around him admired.

 The media, which had previously covered him as an icon of youth and superficial beauty, now praised this new phase of Richard's life. Comments arose about how maturity made him more imposing, attractive in a different way, more real and profound. The white hair on the sides of his head, which had previously bothered him so much, became a symbol of sophistication, and the subtle wrinkles gave his face an air of experience and wisdom. Men and women began to see him differently, capturing something that went beyond appearance: a mature, authentic presence.

Curiously and paradoxically, Richard was the least able to see this new beauty. He still saw himself as a young man on the verge of losing his sparkle, unable to imagine that face marking the years with the dignity that, for the public, was already his. 

While everyone wondered what he would look like at 45 or 50, he could only fear the inevitable wear and tear, without recognizing that the real transformation was happening precisely in those details he tried to hide.

And you, who are by his side watching this silent struggle, know that Richard is more than an image constructed for the world. He is that human man, full of insecurities, but also charms that go far beyond his looks. Even when he can't see himself with his blue eyes, you know he has never been more beautiful than he is now — exactly as he is.

  Richard's brothers had gathered in a small bar, filled with laughter and the smell of beer, as if time had stopped for one night to allow them to be just boys again — not vigilantes, not Bruce's soldiers, just brothers trying to remember what it was like to live without the weight of the world on their shoulders.

The pool balls clattered and rolled amid laughter, and for a moment there seemed to be lightheartedness again. Until Jason, with that crooked smile and voice laden with sarcasm, blurted out:

"I guess we can't call you Dickie anymore, huh?"

Damian, as always, was the sharp echo:

"Yeah, old man, time has caught up with you after all."

The joke fell like a shard of ice on the warm skin of the night.

Richard smiled—that quick, automatic smile he used as a mask. Almost no one noticed the flaw, the slight tremor in his lips, the look that shifted for a second. Almost no one... except you.

You saw the way he withdrew, discreetly, when he went to the bathroom. You knew it wasn't out of physical necessity, it was out of a need for silence. The kind of silence he needed to face himself in the mirror and convince himself that he was still the same man who was once the most agile boy in Gotham.

You imagined him standing there, under the cold light, seeing the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his beard growing faster than it used to, his shoulders heavier, and his soul too.And it hurt. It hurt because you knew he couldn't see what you saw.

When you got home, you didn't think twice. You dropped everything—keys, jacket, the world—and pulled him into your chest. The sound of the jacket zipper mingled with his long, tired, relieved sigh.

He wrapped his strong arms around you, his face buried in your neck, and you felt his heart beating against yours—slow, vulnerable, human.

You stayed like that for minutes that seemed like an eternity. Until you lifted your face and held his cheeks with both hands, with a tenderness that was almost sacred.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" you said softly, almost in a whisper.

He laughed, but there was melancholy in the sound.

"I think you're the only one who thinks that right now."

You felt the warmth of his breath on your palm and replied without hesitation:

"Stop it. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And it's not collagen, or age, or time that changes that. It's you."

He looked away, trying to hide from the compliment.

"Are you really saying that or trying to console me?"

"I'm saying it because it's the truth," you replied firmly. "Jason and Damian are jerks. It's their job to mess with you, Dick."

He let out a sigh that was half laugh, half surrender. And then, to lighten the mood, you added with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes:

"By the way... have you seen what the columns are saying?"

He raised an eyebrow, confused.

"What columns?"

"The gossip columns, honey. They're calling you 'hot daddy.' And one said you're the perfect age to be a dilf."

He laughed, a real laugh this time—hoarse, sincere, the laugh that made you fall in love every time. The laugh that said, I'm still here.

His eyes, blue and deep like the sky before a storm, met yours. They had wrinkles, yes, but each one told a story — of someone who saved lives, lost friends, and still chose to love.

You kissed the tip of his nose, and the world seemed to stop there, in a tiny moment of tenderness between two weary souls.

"You will remain beautiful until the day you die, my love," you whispered. "And the whole world knows it."

He looked at you in silence. The kind of silence that precedes something big, like jumping off a building or a confession that changes everything.

Then he took a deep breath and smiled slightly—that smile that always came before something important.

"Will you marry me?”

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[snorinqfawn]

⊹ kory's carols: ࣪ ˖

✶ jason todd ⋆

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[snorinqfawn]

◟ `` ⸝⸝⠀˒ 1-800-love-spell ◞ ☆

                                                      𝜗ৎ 𝒮tephanie Brown & witch!reader . . .

             𓏵 : stephanie brown loves her witch girlfriend.

                               ✶ tarot, witchcraft. wc: 1.3k

Ი︵𐑼 :: steph my baby i love u (thinking ab making a series about witch!reader... what other characters you guys wanna see with her?)

stephanie brown didn't believe in magic. At least, that's what she told herself—a practical way to keep her feet on the ground in a city that insisted on pulling everyone else's feet out from under them. Gotham was made of darkness, of alleys that swallowed whispers, of masks and pain. But then she met you. And the logic of the world—hers, especially—crumbled like a misplaced tarot card.

  It all started by chance, one early morning when she arrived exhausted after patrolling the East Side. She turned on the old TV in her apartment just to have some background noise and saw you there, a woman with a soft voice and a hypnotic gaze, surrounded by candles, incense, and a crystal ball that reflected small sparks of the city's chaos. The program was called 1-800-love-spell, broadcast on a local channel that no one took very seriously. But there was something in the way you talked about destiny and souls that recognize each other, something that pierced through her exhaustion and lodged itself somewhere between her chest and her thoughts.

She started watching every night. First out of curiosity, then out of fascination. Stephanie said it was just entertainment, but she recorded the show, sent messages, laughed alone at your unlikely jokes about signs and crazy passions. Until one day, between calls from viewers, she decided to call too. She pretended to have a question about an "impossible romance," just to hear your voice more closely. You laughed, and it was the beginning of something inevitable.

The meetings began discreetly. Coffee in alleys lit by broken signs, walks in the rain where you said that water "purified intentions." Stephanie mocked it, but always let you hold her hand. Little by little, she got used to the sweet strangeness you brought. She liked it when you left a lilac crystal in her coat pocket "for protection," or when you scattered incense around the house saying that the smell of lavender kept fear away. Gotham never smelled so good.

The relationship grew amid the chaos of the city—between night shifts, chases, and full moon rituals. She would come back hurt, and you would heal her with light hands and ancient whispers, even though she said she didn't believe. One day, after a particularly difficult night, you found her sleeping sitting on the couch, her uniform still dirty with dust. You stared at her for several minutes before approaching and touching her face with your fingers. The energy pulsed, the kind of vibration that only happens when love is almost supernatural.

She began to notice small coincidences: whenever you fought, the lights in the house would flicker. Whenever she thought of you during a patrol, the wind would change direction, bringing the scent of jasmine incense. Sometimes she would dream of you before something bad happened, and those dreams would mysteriously always save her from some trap.

Stephanie joked that you had cast a love spell on her. But deep down, when she saw you moving among the plants and cards, with that look that seemed to understand everything she was hiding, something inside her wanted to believe. Because loving you was, in a way, believing in invisible things, in crossed destinies, in gods who write stories between the lines.

And the funny thing is, long before she found you, you already knew. You had seen her. Not on TV, but atop buildings, dressed in purple, her silhouette silhouetted against the Gotham sky. You knew that restless heart would be your anchor. That skeptical girl would one day be your home.

Destiny needs no spell when it is already sealed by the stars. And even though Stephanie said she didn't believe in magic, she still slept with a crystal under her pillow and swore it was just superstition.

But you knew.

  The hotel room was plunged into a stifling silence, the kind of silence that weighs heavily after days without proper sleep. Stephanie threw her mask on the bed, the fabric still smelling of rain and explosion smoke. Her body ached, her soul too. Gotham seemed far away, and you even further. Metropolis was a drag.

She closed her eyes for a moment, just to breathe. Then, a snap.

The TV turned on by itself.

The screen flashed with the familiar pink lipstick logo and the jingle too sweet to exist in a world as dirty as hers:

"1-800-LOVE-SPELL."

Stephanie laughed to herself, turning on her side in bed.

"Of course you would do that," she murmured, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "Stubborn little witch."

The camera showed you as always: sitting in front of the crystal ball, the setting surrounded by candles and dim lights, your lipstick matching the sparkle in your eyes.

She sat there, motionless, watching. Half an hour passed and she still hadn't changed the channel. Her every gesture, every dramatic pause, was a different kind of spell.

But she felt a pang of longing.

And Stephanie, being who she was, never knew how to deal with longing without acting on it.

She picked up the hotel phone and dialed the number. The phone rang only once before her voice sounded, light and sweet:

"Good evening! Who's speaking?"

She bit her lip to hold back her laughter.

"Good evening."

The expression on her face changed immediately. Her eyes sparkled, her posture softened. Even through the screen, you could see how much that recognition moved you.

"Well, I think I've heard that voice before," you said, dramatically, pretending to shuffle the cards with disdain. "What is your name and the reason for your call, dear?"

Stephanie cleared her throat, trying to remain serious.

"So... It's been about two weeks since I've seen my girlfriend. And I wanted to know if she misses me. She's kind of... indifferent, you know?"

You laughed, tilting your head.

"Indifferent? Oh, how funny..." you said, shuffling the cards. "Let's see what the gods say."

You drew three cards and looked at them for just a second before speaking with the conviction of someone who already knew the answer.

"She misses you every day. She pretends she doesn't, but she's been putting new flowers in the house, just because the smell reminds her of you. And she hates your job now, because it's the job that took you away."

Stephanie rested her head on the pillow and sighed.

"Hm. Sounds like someone I know."

"Yeah," you replied, smiling. "It sure does."

She laughed.

"Thanks. That's all I needed. Have a good show."

"Thanks for calling, Steph," you replied, more quietly, with a tenderness that slipped out unintentionally.

The call ended, but the silence between you still seemed filled with voices. Stephanie stayed there for a while, staring at the screen, her chest tight and light at the same time. Then the show ended. The studio lights dimmed. You looked straight at the camera, knowing she was still watching you.

The broadcast continued for a few seconds longer than usual, a small technical glitch that revealed what was happening behind the scenes: you getting up, taking off the microphone, the beam of light reflecting off the bracelets Stephanie had given you.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

It was you.

"You never tire of teasing me, do you?" Stephanie said, with a lazy smile in her voice.

On the other end, your laughter rang out, that soft laugh that seemed to break spells and create new ones in their place.

"Maybe I'm just returning the favor."

"Fighting magic with magic?"

"Something like that." Your voice grew lower, almost a whisper. "I'm going to put a real love spell on you, Stephanie."

She laughed, tired, happy.

"Oh, please do."

"Be careful what you wish for, love." you replied, and there was a different sparkle in the words. "Because when I cast a spell, the universe listens."

Stephanie settled into bed, closing her eyes as she listened to your breathing over the phone.

And for the first time in two weeks, Gotham seemed quiet.

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[snorinqfawn]

GUYS GUESS WHAT ARRIVED AT MY PLACE TODAYYYY YUMMYYYY

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clark’s mug | clark kent

summary: the new intern naively asks where clark got his mug.

pairing: you guessed it, husband!clark kent x wife!fem!reader (you’re not in this but referenced of course!)

word count: 1.1k

content: clark giving everyone a headache talking about his wife. that’s about it, maybe some cussing lmao. inspired by two tiktoks i saw!

a/n: i’m plagued with the need to write for him. last of the drafts! maternity leave does wonders.

Daily Planet was just as intimidating in its interior, as well as its exterior. For a fresh new intern, the high ceilings, smoke lined rooms and frantic clacking of keyboards matched with papers being crumpled and tossed aside; it was severely nerve-wracking to step foot into such a business.

Luca, the intern, dressed in his best hand-me-down suit from his eldest brother, a tie he may have stolen from Chaney’s and a briefcase with one piece of paper enclosed within, stood at the doorway into the bullpen of Daily Planet. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, feeling rather like a small fish in a big pond with some of the best journalists in Metropolis within reach.

He almost turned on his heel.

It was either Daily Planet or Luthorcorp.

As he contemplated a quiet escape, — he’d tell his mom he got the date wrong — a taller body possibly made by steel, bumped into the back of him.

Luca let out an ‘Oof!’ but was caught by the steel-made man.

“Gosh, I am so sorry.” The male apologised with sincerity, wide-eyes behind glasses that had slipped down the bridge of his nose, pale pink tie slightly askew with glittery lip gloss caught on the side of his mouth. He had his phone lodged between his ear and his shoulder, “Are you OK? No—Honey, I wasn’t talking to you. I’m going to go now. No, again, I didn’t forget my glasses.”

Luca furrowed his brow and brushed down his brother’s brown tweed suit whilst the male bid his goodbyes on the phone.

“I’m sorry. You must be Luca, the intern? I’m Clark. Clark Kent.” He held out a hand for Luca to shake.

As Luca slipped his hand into Clark’s, another voice called from behind them, “Or you could call him Whipped!”

Clark blew hot air out of his nose, “That’s Steve. He hates his wife. Hates that I love mine.”

“OK…” Luca wasn’t sure what to respond for that.

Clark felt the radiating awkwardness and diverted their attention to the bullpen with a one-handed gesture and a tight-lipped smile. He walked with Luca, not to make him feel scarce on entering the Lion’s Den. After all, Perry White had assigned Clark Kent to show Luca the ropes for the few weeks he would be shadowing the Daily Planet crew.

Lois whizzed past them, waistcoat fitted with a notepad in one hand and a coffee in the other. She dropped into her seat and stared at Clark and Luca with an unreadable expression before standing up and extending a hand out to Luca whilst Clark set up his desk.

“Lois Lane.” She offered a smile.

“Luca.”

“Welcome. Hope Kent doesn’t bore your eyes too much with his writing skills.” Lois teased and sat back down without another word.

Another voice, “Or bore your ears off talking about his wife.” Luca turned to see another male. A relatively attractive male at that, leaning back in his desk chair. He gave a two fingered salute, “Jimmy Olsen.”

Clark stood next to Luca.

“Ha. Ha.”

Jimmy grinned.

“Luca, you’ll be with me for most of your time here. Feel free to put your two-cents in on my articles. I’m always up for critique." Clark seemed genuine with his honesty, gesturing for Luca to sit next to him on a chair he pulled up.

The two men spent an eternity editing and re-editing, totally scrapping and staring harshly at Clark Kent’s screen for four hours. It seemed as if Clark took the position of being one of the only people to ever snag an interview with the elusive and controversial, Superman. Every word to weave into a sentence was thought out for five minutes. It was a delicate piece of writing, Luca thought.

Or, Clark was just a perfectionist with luck.

Luca’s eyes began to drift away from the screen and onto the items on Clark’s desk. A cup filled with pens missing their caps, a nearly depleted sticky-note stack and a framed photo of a woman, he could only assume was Clark’s wife.

Sweet. Don’t ask about her.

He watched Clark mumble against his coffee mug. A unique looking thing. Looked a little battered — intentionally? — with hand painted flowers and a large handle so Clark could fit his fingers through it comfortably.

“Where did you get your mug?"

The bullpen groaned.

Clark guffawed, fingertips smoothed down his pink tie until the pads of his fingers reached the initial etched into the tip of the tie by Ma Kent. It was the initial of your first name.

Albeit confused by the visceral reaction from those surrounded, Luca blinked at the pink tinge spread across Clark Kent’s cheeks as nose and supposed it was a taboo subject.

Shit, he was so wrong.

“Thank you for asking.” Clark sipped the dregs of the coffee and kissed his teeth, “My wife and I — married one year and three months — went on a pottery date night…We had the idea to make mugs as my wife likes her coffee in homemade mugs. So, I found this little pottery studio just four blocks from here and took her on a surprise date after work.”

Luca bit the inside of his cheek.

Clark continued, “Anyway, she asked what idea I had for my mug. I’m quite particular in design but, a little backstory for you, Luca—”

Luca side-eyed Jimmy Olsen who slowly nodded and mouthed: ‘Good job.’

He felt his ears get hot.

“—I proposed to my wife over coffee one morning. She had said before, I’d marry you over a cup of coffee. No grandeur, just us. So, I did exactly that.” Clark beamed at the memory, “Back on track, sometimes I don’t have time to have coffee with her in the morning, so, I decided to have her press her hands just ever so gently around the mug I had made, before it went in the Kiln, so her handprint was moulded into my mug. And, I could have coffee with her whenever and wherever I am.”

Luca almost missed his queue to drop back into reality with Clark blinking at him, awaiting a response. He straightened his posture and cleared his throat; vigorously nodding his head as if he hadn’t started thinking about his lunch halfway through Clark’s story.

He gave a thumbs up.

Clark grinned.

Without another word shared between them, Clark turned back to his computer screen, his nose almost touching the screen to read over his carefully curated interview with Superman after he lost a fight in public. A little convenient, Luca thought, but he was too new to ask those types of questions.

Luca’s eyes dropped to Clark’s tie. A nice shade of pink. He had been looking for one similar for his internship.

“Hey—” He started, “Where did you happen to get that tie?”

The bullpen erupted in exasperated sighs.

“I’m so glad you asked, Luca.”