Huh, he thinks as he stares at the cratered-in and smoldering stage and Superboy straightening up in the wreckage to stand over the unconscious shark-guy with a smug smirk as he shakes off the rubble and smooths his hair back off his face in full “Cool Guys Don’t Look At Explosions” mode. Tucker blinks stupidly and cannot even “objectively” this situation. Yeah, no, that was just fucking hot. Like. On several levels. All over. . . . okay, Tucker’s stupid hormone-addled brain thinks blankly while it’s making a valiant but feeble attempt to reboot: actually Superboy probably would look as good as the contestants if he were all glammed up in a skimpy swimsuit, because, like . . . wow. Wow. Mark him down for at least a “one” on the Kinsey scale, he guesses.
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My art piece for @suzukiblu's fic "things that are fun to believe in: ghosts. aliens. magic. yourself!!" as part of @dpxdcbigbang! This story was super fun and I had a blast making these! Go give it a read!