#I wasn't sure how to end it...

[walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo]

I'm sorry, I started writing and I couldn't stop!

It was common knowledge that Bruce Wayne didn't do relationships.

Bruce Wayne was a fun time, but not the kind of person you introduced to your parents. His little black book, containing more blacked out names than not, was a testament to that. Each redacted name, an engagement announcement, or serious relationship.

It didn't bother Bruce. None of those people truly knew him after all. What he had with them was mutually beneficial. They got a no strings attached good time, and he got credibility to his playboy image.

While Bruce wasn't one for committed relationships, he was known to favor some partners over others. He wasn’t one to toy with feelings or promise more than he was willing to give. They knew not to take preferential treatment as a sign of anything exclusive, merely that he enjoyed their company more than others.

His most recent, and current favorite, partner was Clark Kent, a reporter for The Daily Planet. He seemed out of his element when they first met, but Bruce quickly learned that, when comfortable, Clark was quite charming. He was smart and quick-witted, with a sense of humor that Bruce could appreciate. He was cute too.

"How's my favorite reporter doing today?" Bruce smiled against his phone.

"I don't know, Lois isn't here yet." Clark quipped.

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle. "No offense to Ms. Lane, but she's far too intimidating to be my favorite."

Clark’s laugh made Bruce melt, just a little.

"She'd take that as a compliment, trust me. So, to what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Wayne?"

"I'll be in Metropolis this weekend for work, and you do know how much I hate sleeping alone." He made sure Clark could hear his pout. "I was hoping I could steal you away, if you're not busy."

"Now, how could I possibly say no to that?" Bruce, could imagine the smirk on Clark’s face; the way his eyes sparkled whenever he found Bruce’s antics entertaining.

"If you pick me up after my meeting Friday, we can grab dinner and then go back to the hotel." Bruce practically purred. "Was there any place you wanted to go?"

"How about I handle dinner? You handle dessert." Clark's voice sent a shiver through Bruce.

"Sounds like a plan to me. So I'll see you Friday?"

"I'll see you Friday, Bruce." Clark's voice sounded... fond. "Oh, boss is coming! I'll call you later. I love you." The call ended before Bruce could respond.

Bruce stared at his phone, eyes wide.

Clark had said he loved him.

Bruce knew Clark knew his reputation. The night they met, he had heard an elderly woman warning Clark against getting too close.

He couldn’t have meant it. Clark was in a hurry, perhaps it had been a mistake, a habit from talking to his parents in Kansas.

There was no way Clark loved him.

By the time Friday rolled around, Bruce really wasn't feeling up to dinner. He really just wanted to lie down.

Clark was waiting for Bruce outside the Metropolis branch of Wayne Enterprises.

"Long day?" Clark asked, giving Bruce a sympathetic smile.

"Just a lot on my mind." Bruce admitted, letting himself lean into Clark as they walked.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Clark asked, wrapping an arm around Bruce’s waist.

"Not here. When we get back to the hotel." He promised.

Clark led them to a Chinese place, picking up a take-out order.

"I thought you might like a night in." He gave Bruce a lopsided smile, holding up the bag. Sometimes, Bruce wondered if Clark could read minds.

Bruce made pleased noise. "You're amazing."

"So, what's on your mind?" Clark asked when they got to their room. Always straight to business with Clark. Bruce liked that about him.

"Last time we talked on the phone. You said you loved me." Bruce started. "I'm sure you didn't mean it, but-"

"I did mean it, Bruce. I do mean it." Clark cut him off.

"Are you serious?" Clark asked in disbelief. "Bruce, you're amazing!"

"Why?" Bruce couldn't help how his face scrunched up, like Dick's the first time the boy learned about escargot. Nobody loved Bruce Wayne. Sure, people would say they loved him, in the way one loved a band or an actor. But nobody loved him.

"I don't understand." Bruce really didn't. He was supposed to be unlovable: vapid and shallow. Where did he go wrong? "Brucie Wayne isn't really boyfriend material." He said, as if the reminder of who Clark was talking about would snap the man out of it.

Clark simply sighed. "I don't love Brucie. I love Bruce." He explained. "I've seen you, after a gala, helping the cleaning staff. You wash the dishes, so Alfred doesn't have to. You read all those books you tell people are 'too difficult for you to read' and you bought 'for the aesthetics'. All those ideas Lucius Fox came up with? I've seen them come together on your desk first. I don't know why you hide that side of you; why you act like you're stupid when others are around, but I know the kind of person you really are, and that's the person I love."

Bruce was stunned into silence. He knew he had let the Brucie act slip a little around Clark, but he didn't realize how much he had let Clark see.

Clark scanned Bruce’s face before giving him a confused look. "Wait... I thought we were dating?"

"What? Why would you think that?" Bruce mirrored Clark's confused expression with his own.

"Bruce, you haven't been seen with anyone else for months. We see each other even when there's nothing going on! We went to the fair together!" He explained.

"I wasn't there for fun. It was for charity." Bruce argued. He had volunteered for the dunk tank.

"Exactly! Who asks a casual hook up to that?"

Bruce thought about it. He had never invited anyone before. It wouldn't be fun for his date, hanging around a booth all day. But he had invited Clark... He thought about how enjoyable that day was. Clark's laugh when Bruce was plunged into the water. His bright eyes and smile as he offered Bruce a towel. How eagerly he helped Bruce and the other volunteers. Looking back, it felt very domestic.

"Shit." Bruce whispered, eyes widening in realization. "We're dating."

When had that happened?

How did that happen?

"Is that... are you okay?" Clark asked, looking unsure.

"Yeah." Bruce shook his thoughts away. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just can't believe I'm the last to know about my own relationship." He admitted.

Clark laughed. Bruce loved that laugh.

"Well, better late than never." Clark teased. "And now, I would like to get comfy, watch TV, eat dinner, and cuddle."

"That sounds perfect." Bruce made a grateful groan, following Clark to the bed. He could get used to having a boyfriend.

hear me out:

bruce and clark are having a casual relationship for a while until clark says "ily" during the act

bruce just being confused because he didn't actually think clark would want to be with him other than brucie wayne being attractive and generally good in bed

clark goes fluff mode and confesses how he feels and in the end is like "wait... i thought we were dating????"

[mlobsters]

jared padalecki and jensen ackles boston con 2025 - gold panel

cheerleading and (allegedly non-existent) short shorts

[egophiliac]

I have never been more concerned for a JP update from your art than I am seeing a Cheka knowing the context of Leona’s dream.

My bois ok right?????? My sweet nephews ok right??????

well

uhhhh

I'm sure the real one is fine :)

[aquanutart]

desert flygon

[pokimoko]

If you’re doing pride animals still do you think you could make a pan tiger maybe? If not that’s ok ofc :)

I can absolutely do that for you, my friend. Here you are!

[luguangs]

If you're not here, then how are you always with me? If I'm not here, then how am I not there with you? — One of Us, Paruyr Sevak (tr. metamorphesque)

happy belated birthday, tay ♡ @misakarose [insp.]

[soo-won]

is this the akayona marriage people have been talking about lately, you think?

(redraw of this post: https://x.com/Merdasita/status/1893790127773659324)

[sincerelyrf]

me: *seeing people yell about how they did Glintshore & Percy's death in the show*

also me: ..................anyway

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[a2zillustration]

(It's ok Yurgir will respawn in Avernus)

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I was looking up a quote from my beloved "The Devil in the Dark" and damn, I'd forgotten it's so... uh. Well.

SPOCK: If so, if it is the only survivor of a dead race, to kill it would be a crime against science. KIRK: Mr. Spock, our mission is to protect this colony, to get the pergium moving again. This is not a zoological expedition. Maintain a constant reading on the creature. If we have to, we'll use phasers to cut our own tunnels. We'll try to surround it. I'm sorry, Mr. Spock, but I'm afraid the creature must die. SPOCK: I see no alternative myself, captain. It merely seems a pity.

KIRK: Mr. Spock. Capture it? I don't recall giving any such order. SPOCK: You did not, sir. I merely thought that if the opportunity arose— KIRK: I will lose no more men. The creature will be killed on sight and that's the end of it. SPOCK: Very well, sir.

KIRK: Mr. Spock, you are second in command. This will be a dangerous hunt. Either one of us by himself is expendable. Both of us are not. SPOCK: Captain, there are approximately one hundred of us engaged in this search, against one creature. The odds against you and I both being killed are 2,228.7 to 1. KIRK: 2,228.7 to 1? Those are pretty good odds, Mr. Spock. SPOCK: And they are of course accurate, captain. KIRK: Of course. Well, I hate to use the word, but logically, with those kind of odds, you might as well stay. But please stay out of trouble, Mr. Spock. SPOCK: That is always my intention, captain.

KIRK: Explain. SPOCK: Only a theory I have. [rocks fall] SPOCK: Captain? Are you all right? Jim? Jim!

SPOCK: The creature is in this area. I'll take a lifeform reading. KIRK: It's not necessary, Mr. Spock. I know exactly where the creature is. SPOCK: Where, captain? KIRK: Ten feet away from me. SPOCK: Kill it, captain, quickly. KIRK: It's not making any threatening moves, Spock. SPOCK: You don't dare take the chance, captain. Kill it. KIRK: I thought you were the one who wanted it kept alive, captured if possible. SPOCK: Jim, your life is in danger. You can't take the risk. KIRK: It seems to be waiting. SPOCK: I remind you it's a proven killer. I'm on my way. Spock out.

SPOCK: What Chief Vanderberg said about the Horta is exactly what the mother Horta said to me. She found humanoid appearance revolting, but she thought she could get used to it. MCCOY: Oh, she did, did she? Now tell me, did she happen to make any comment about those ears? SPOCK: Not specifically, but I did get the distinct impression she found them the most attractive human characteristic of all. I didn't have the heart to tell her that only I have— KIRK: She really liked those ears? SPOCK: Captain, the Horta is a remarkably intelligent and sensitive creature, with impeccable taste. KIRK: Because she approved of you? SPOCK: Really, captain, my modesty— KIRK: Does not bear close examination, Mr. Spock.

[certifiedwomenkisser]

vi helps the reader through a nightmare (drabble)

yeah i didn't really know what to call this and i came up with the idea when i was half asleep so enjoy 👍 (still recovering from s2 act 1 as well..)

your eyes shot open as you woke up in a panic, chest tight, breathing shallow, cold sweat glistening on your forehead. the urge to cry was overwhelming as you turned over, trying to regulate your breathing.

thank god, vi was still there.

all you could think of was the cruel look in her eyes when she just turned around and left you. it was so cold and it felt so, so real. and yet there she was, lying right in front of you, chest rising and falling, sleeping as peacefully as a baby.

you shimmied over to her as quickly as your body would take you, tears welling in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her waist, tight as possible, now letting out quiet sobs into her body.

"woah, hey, what's wrong sweetheart?"

vi wasn't accustomed to this, normally it was you cuddling her, not the opposite way around. she especially wasnt accustomed to being woken up to it.

the grogginess in vi's voice reverberated in your head as you quickly tried to compose yourself to answer her question.

"are you.. crying?"

shit.

of course she would've figured it out, she's not stupid, it's not like you were being especially discreet either, you waking her up just didn't come up as an opportunity in your mind, you just wanted to hold her and-

vi's hand lifted up your chin so you were forced to face her. after a couple seconds you crumbled and started sobbing under her gaze.

"baby, seriously, what's going on? you can tell me."

her thumb wiped away some of your tears, pure sympathy decorated her face, which for some reason made you cry harder.

"it's so stupid.. you would laugh at me if i told you."

you said through sobs, a shaky hand coming up to grab her wrist, as if you were still scared she was going to leave.

vi said your name in a sincere tone, which made you look up to make eye contact with her

"nothing you're upset about could ever be stupid to me, this is clearly making you upset so i wanna know what it is so i can at least try to help you."

she moved some hair out of your face as you began to calm down a bit

"i promise i won't laugh. i would never laugh at you when you're upset."

you let out a shaky breath as you looked up at her

"you're sure?"

"of course."

you let another shaky breath out as you began,

"it was.. a nightmare.. and it was so stupid, i don't even know how my brain came up with it but, you and me were there and you just.. turned around and left me.."

tears again threatened to flow from your eyes

vi cupped your face in her hands

"sweetheart, no, no, i would never do that. i've already done it once, i would never, ever do it again."

you began to cry again as you retreated to vi's chest, clinging almost for dear life as one of vi's arms wrapped around your body, the other going to your head, slowly petting your head in a means to comfort you.

you moved your head from vi's chest to make eye contact with her.

"i need you to promise me you won't ever leave me."

vi looked slightly surprised, but obliged anyhow

"of course, i promise"

you sniffled

"how can i trust you?"

vi gently cupped your face once more and leaned in for a kiss.

any doubts you had were melted away as soon as your lips touched, you draped your arms around her neck as you deepened the kiss.

after a few seconds vi pulled away.

"nothing you or anyone else does could ever make me leave you, i love you more than words can tell, i promise you i am staying right here."

you sniffed as you smiled up at her, wondering how you ever could've doubted her.

you both fell into a deep sleep, you still clinging onto vi, contented as ever.