#jonathan kent x reader

[asa-no-seiiki]

“That’s you?”

Damian glared at you as you attempt (and subsequently failed) to hold in your giggles.

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“I thought Grayson’s was bad but — BAHAHAHA”

But it was too much. You see, you first met your boyfriend a bit later in life. As such, you never saw his fantastic hairdo back when he was little. It was as if he styled it so it’d impale once he headbutted them.

“No Ice Cream for you two tonight.”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“Why’d I get caught in the crossfire?!”

[normal-internet-user]

BEING ADOPTED INTO THE KENT FAMILY WOULD INCLUDE...

Showing up at the Kent family farm nervous as all hell.

Your new parents did their best to make you comfortable and at ease on the rather long drive to your new home,

But nerves were natural.

And such was evident at your rather quiet approach.

You didn't really feel like chatting, even if your new parents seemed nice enough.

It was... weird.

You went from living in city suburbs with couples looking to make themselves look better by adopting a 'troubled teen' to being surrounded by corn in the middle of nowhere Kansas.

You had two new brothers appearently. According to Lois.

Jon and Kon.

Funny.

When you'd met Clark he seemed like he was deliberatly trying to make himself smaller and less threatening.

Which was kinda funny because of how comically jacked he was for a reporter.

Your first night wasn't too overwhelming.

Your new family gave you time to settle in, and you even had your own room which was super nice.

It was like a complete blank slate, completely your own to make cozy and comfy.

You settled in surprisingly quickly, Jon was definitly a big help in putting you at ease.

He took it upon himself to show you how to do the chores.

Weeding the garden, feeding the animals, and changing their hay, it was a great way to get to know your little brother.

He also roped you into staying up a little later to play video games in his room.

You were almost positive Clark and Lois knew, and just didn't say anything.

Kon was like the cool brother that showed up to be your partner in crime then dipped.

He didn't live on the farm, he had told you he was roommates with afew of his friends.

Like one of those early 2000's sitcoms.

Clark did his absolute best to be the father figure you'd never actually had.

He helped with your schoolwork, encouraged your hobbies and was overjoyed to give you advice when you asked.

For such a big guy, it was certainly decieving.

He was like tne sweetest person you'd ever met, and even taught you how to do things like crochet and bake.

Lois is a powerhouse of a mother.

If you have any problems in school she's on it before it can become an issue.

Bullying? Dealt with.

Bad grades? What's the problem, sweety?

And as you started to get more... comfortable in your new home, you noticed that there were some odd things about your new family.

Regular everyday things resulted in broken items.

Wether it was Clark breaking a glass,

Jon breaking the handle on the barns sliding door,

Even Kon accidentally broke the faucet when he visited.

Speaking of Kon.

He sure visits alot for someone who lives out of state.

Huh.

He must be spending a whole lot on plane tickets.

And the whole family was weirdly aware of like- everything.

The only way you could logically explain it was that it's because Lois and Clark are reporters?

But, like, that also doesn't make sense?

How did Clark know you were in the kitchen at like 2am? His and Lois' room was upstairs all the way down the hall.

No way he heard you.

Not to mention the weird amount of "work calls" he had to run off to.

And Jon had a strange amount of school field trips.

Something was up with your new family.

And maybe it was time to delve into the family buisness.

Reporters uncovered secrets afterall.

And this family had a lot of them.

@zeep-wuz-here I did the thing... (>_<)

Reader is gonna do some snooping uh-huh. Mini reporter in the making digging up the ✨️secrets✨️

[damianwaynesbelovedsposts]

jon: damian, you’re fine just be yourself.

damian: be myself? jon, i have one day to win over y/n parents. how long did it take for you guys to start liking me?.

y/n: couple weeks.

jason: six months.

tim: jury’s still out.

damian: see, jon? “be myself” what kinda of garbage advice is that?

requests are open!

[the-atlas-sister]

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ (Older!Damian Wayne x Older!Reader)

Warnings!: drinking, vulgar language, hungover behavior

You didn't intend to get hammered while attending your boyfriend's birthday party, but here you were.

After hearing comment after comment from Damian's rich friends about how you weren't good enough or their snide comments on your status or figure, you just decided, fuck it.

"Ahaha, I think you've had enough," Jonathan said, pulling the glass from your hands. He was the one friend of Damian's that hadn't be verbally ridiculing you throughout the night.

"Noooo, Johnny," you whined, reaching for the glass as he held it farther from you. "Please, I just need one more." You're eyes widened as a waiter walked by the two of you with a whole new tray of drinks. "Or five." You grinned like a madman as you grabbed another glass.

"Okay, y/n, y/n."

"Hm?" Your eyes followed Jonathan as he snapped his fingers. He laughed nervously at your state.

"You just turned 21, you need to stop drinking," he said, smiling awkwardly at your flushed drunk cheeks. "Especially because if you don't Damian might blame me and kill me," he added, pulling your tenth or so drink from your hands.

"Johnny, you're like, Superman," you not-so-whispered, leaning forward for emphasize.

"OH HO HO- yep, that's enough," Jonathan said loudly, sweat beginning to bead on his brow at your words. "We're just saying things now, huh?" Due to his panic he didn't notice you snatch the drinks from his grasp. "Y/n please," he sighed as you downed both drinks.

"Dude, it's good," you slurred, leaning on the boy. "I'm good bro."

"I do not think you're not so forgiving boyfriend would agree," Jonathan said, wrapping an arm around you gently. You felt comfortable, like he was protecting you. "Shot, speaking of which-"

"Dami!" you cheered, noticing your seething boyfriend approaching the two of you. "Hi baby," you slurred, pulling yourself from Jonathan and leaning on Damian.

"What the hell is wrong with her, Kent?" he hissed, holding you close. His question was quickly answered although as the smell of alcohol hit his nose. "Have you been drinking?" He looked down at your flushed face.

"So much!" you said, emphasizing every word. "Did you know, that if you drink, the voices of every single asshole in here, just kind of... floats away? Why did you even hang out with them?"

"Because they're not friends, they are business partners, darling," Damian answered, looking down at you with worried filled eyes. "Just ignore them."

You pouted at him before looking around. Even in your drunk state, you could see the looks the rest of the guests were giving you.

"You know what, I gotta say something," you slurred, pushing away from Damian.

"Wait, no," Jonathan began.

"Y/n, darling, there is nothing you need to say-"

"Hey, all of you!" you yelled, stumbling to the center of the room. You felt your face hear up as everyones eyes landed on your figure. "I don't give a shit what any of you say! I love this man!" You pointed a shaky finger at Damian, making him look at the ground and place a hand on his forehead. "Happy birthday baby! I love the way your nose crinkles all grumpy-like when you pout. I love how beautiful your paintings look and how much you care about animals. I love the way your beautiful eyes sparkle when you smile. I love how you look when you're focused, how your eyebrows crinkle and you hunch over, despite how much you bother me about my posture. I love how hot you look when you smirk and how good you fuck me-"

"OKAY!" Damian interrupted, rushing towards you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the ground.

"He fucks me so good!" you called as you were pulled through the halls of Wayne manor. "Dami, where are we going?" you asked as you noticed the change of setting.

"You're going to bed," Damian said, his face a deep red.

"Nooooo," you whined, watching as your boyfriend pulled you into his lavish bedroom. "Please, noooo. I want to go back to the party."

"You don't need to go back to the party," Damian stated, sitting you down onto his bed.

You watched in your druken state as he gently pulled off your shoes, holding your legs softly as he did. You stared at him as if in some sort of trance, falling deeper in love as he treated you with so much love and care.

"You treat me so well," you cooed as he put you shoes aside. "I love you so much." You allowed the man to rest you against the plush pillows of his bed.

"I love you too, beloved," Damian said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Now get some sleep."

***

"Holy shit," you groaned, sitting up within a bed you didn't recognize.

"Good morning beloved," Damian's voice chimed through the air.

"Shhhhhhh," you said, throwing the covers back over your head. "Too loud." Damian chuckled slightly and you felt the bed lower as he sat down. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Damian asked, pulling away the cover gently. He handed you a large cup of water, which you reluctantly took.

"Oh god, what did I do?" you groaned, holding your head in your free hand.

"You may have announced how well I make love to you in front of my family, friends and business partners," Damian stated.

"Oh god, oh god sweetie," you said, throwing your head back. "I'm so sorry, you must be so upset with me."

"Oh very, but that's something for after you’re no longer hungover," Damian said, kissing the side of your neck lovingly.

"You treat me too well."

"I know beloved."

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One in Eleven Million (ch. 5)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(A/N): A few more chapters to go. I'll try to post more regularly but honestly dates get away from me so fast. I hope you all enjoy!

Series masterlist linked here.

warnings: sensory overload, planes

wc: ~1100

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Jon swore that boarding time had only gotten longer the second time around. You attempted to shove him towards the already packed boarding lines. 

“You guys have carry-ons and you need to find a spot for them so go.” You insisted. Over the loudspeaker, airline employees began allowing passengers in group two to board. Damian opened his mouth to argue again. Jon cut him off. 

“You’re right; we should.” 

You turned towards him, surprised, but took the opportunity. 

“Thank you, Jon. I swear I can in fact survive twenty minutes without you guys. I did take a whole other plane here before I met you.”

Jon wrapped his hand around Damian’s elbow and walked him to the gate. Damian’s eyes roamed over Jon’s face, calculating. 

“Are you alright?” There was a slight pause. “Overstimulated?”

Jon nodded. Even with his earbuds in, the people and the noise grated on his senses. Until his powers came back in their entirety or settled out, they’d be in flux, and Jon wanted nothing more than to get out of the simultaneously open and crowded gate. The dim space of the plane sounded like a haven, even enclosed as it was. Any other day, he would have argued more about staying back with you. 

Damian passed Jon his own sunglasses and took the lead, scanning his boarding pass then Jon’s and guiding him into the boarding bridge. The lights, unnatural and piercing as they were, were dulled by the sunglasses. Jon relaxed the tension in his forehead, now looking more so than squinting at Damian. 

“Thanks.” He pulled a deep breath in then let it out through pursed lips. 

“You know you can just tell me things like that right?” Damian nudged. The line moved and they stepped further down the bridge. 

“Yeah I just—everything’s weird and off balance and I’m missing the-“ His voice dropped to a whisper. “-powers that I’ve had since I was a kid so it’s-”

“A lot,” Damian nodded. 

“Yeah.”

Jon dipped his head in response to the flight attendants’ greetings as he passed them by, following the line as it continued on towards the end of the plane. 

“You take the end,” Damian instructed. “You’ll have window control and the corner if you need it.” He reached his hand out to take Jon’s carry-on.

Jon didn’t argue, sliding clumsily to the end of the row. He turned the small TV — built-in to the headrest in front of him — off before sinking into his seat. It let out a puff of air as he sat down. Above his head, the sound of wheels on plastic illustrated Damian lifting both carry-ons into the overhead bins. Jon realized belatedly that he shouldn’t have let Damian do that with his arm injury. Too late now. 

After a moment, Damian maneuvered — much more gracefully — into the chair beside Jon, shoving his backpack under the seat in front. His arm curled around Jon’s shoulders. Jon followed the movement, forehead tipping down to the crook of Damian’s neck and eyes fluttering closed. One of Damian’s hands combed through his hair. The other wrapped around Jon’s wrist. Damian did that sometimes — often. In some ways, Jon appreciated it: Damian’s own way of checking his heartbeat in turn. Sometimes, like today, a move like that made Jon feel small. But Damian was safe. Jon could be small with him. 

There were a few minutes of indeterminate noise before you arrived. Jon felt your appearance more than anything else and even then, mostly in the change in Damian’s posture. 

“Hey.” Your voice was low. “Jon okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m good.” You were addressing Damian but Jon answered anyway. “The airport was just loud.”

Damian’s hand didn’t move from his hair. Jon’s eyes stayed closed as you situated your bag under the seat and sat down. He assumed there’d been some sort of nonverbal communication over his head, but he couldn’t prove it. 

Jon sat up, eyes blinking open underneath the sunglasses. He recognized the worried look on your face — and didn’t that say something about how ridiculous the last twelve plus hours had been if he knew that face well already?

“I’m okay.” 

Your eyes narrowed in disbelief. 

“Or I’m getting there,” Jon amended. You seemed to take that answer better. In the middle seat, Damian huffed a laugh and switched to holding Jon’s wrist with his left hand. Jon didn’t pull away. Having Damian nearby, the warmth of his hand wrapped around Jon’s wrist, made all the difference. 

“Just let me know if there’s anything I can do.” Your eyebrows were still furrowed in concern. “Seriously.” 

Damian seemed to take you at your word so Jon nodded. 

“Thanks.” 

“Yeah, of course,” you reassured him. “We’re in this together now.” 

A flight attendant bustled down the aisle, shutting overhead storage and checking that everyone was wearing seatbelts. You moved your hands away from your waist and both Jon and Damian copied the movement. The flight attendant moved on. 

Jon dropped his head back to Damian's shoulder, eyes following as you reached down into your bag and pulled out the craft project from the day before. 

“What are you making?” Damian asked. You looked up at him, eyes flicking down to your lap then back up. 

“Oh, nothing special honestly. I just found this pattern and liked it. And it’s nice to have something like this to do when watching TV, I think. Or like when you’re on the phone with someone. To have something to do with my hands.”

“It’s beautiful.” Jon readjusted his position against Damian’s shoulder as Damian leaned towards you. “You’re talented.”

“I’m not, honestly. It’s not really art, just string and a pattern I found online.” 

“Tt,” objected Damian. “There are many forms of art.”

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome once again to flight 1221 nonstop to Gotham International Airport. Thank you all for your patience and adaptability around the delays. We are fourth in line for takeoff and running smoothly so we should be up in the air in no time. Please be aware that there may be some turbulence as we get up in the air so seatbelt signs will remain on until it is safe to remove them. Thank you all again, and have a great flight.” 

The loudspeaker was silent for a moment. Jon opened his eyes from whenever he’d squeezed them shut. The crackling in the pilot’s voice as it filtered through the speaker was more audible than it had been the night before. 

Jon winced as the flight safety video began playing. He was spared the flashes of light from the darkened TV screen but not the sound projected over the entire plane. Pulling his hood over his eyes, Jon curled away from Damian and into the corner of the plane, closing them once again. 

[rapz-rites]

Cutie

Jon Kent x Reader

Damian Wayne x Reader (Platonic)

You meet Jon Kent for the first time, oh and Damian is there too

A/N: This is for the question I got about writing for Jon Kent. Enjoy

Word Count:787

Warning(s): Barely proofread

You were Damian’s only friend, at least at Gotham Academy. He had told you about his “best friend”, a boy named Jon Kent who lived in Metropolis. Honestly, you thought you were his best friend. 

What was so special about Jon Kent anyways?

You found that out real soon, when you met him.

Damian had told you that Jon was in Gotham with his father, Clark Kent. You assumed it was for a story because Clark was a popular journalist for The Daily Planet. Journalists travel for stories all the time. So, he arranged for the three of you to have lunch together then hang out afterwards”?

Damian and Jon were already at the lunch spot when you arrived. Jon noticed you immediately. He didn’t know who you were, but he was captivated by you. 

He was confused when he saw you walking towards him and Damian moving towards you. 

“Hey Damian” you said, giving him a small hug. Jon wasn’t paying attention to what the Wayne boy was saying, he was just staring at you. 

Jon also got up to greet you. He was nervous so he just went for a handshake. 

“Hi I’m Kent- Kent Jon…” he started. You were confused. You thought his name was Jon Kent. “I’m sorry. Let me start over. Hi, I’m Jon Kent.”

You just smiled at him. He was cute. Why didn’t Damian introduce you to him earlier? You hadn't realized that neither of you had let go of the handshake, or you didn't introduce yourself until Damian spoke up. 

“When are you going to let go of his hand and introduce yourself?” Damian said slyly. 

“Oh right. I’m Y/N. Damian’s told me a lot about you… but never that you were this cute” you laugh. Jon blushed at your comment.

If it wasn’t for Damian ushering you two into the booth, who knows how long you and Jon would’ve stood there. 

After you all ordered, you and Jon exchanged stories about Damian, much to dismay. 

“One time in class, Damian was sketching and the teacher thought he wasn’t paying attention. So he goes ‘Mr Wayne, as you’re not paying attention I can assume you know and understand the lesson. Why don’t you come up and teach the class?’ And he was like ‘Okay’ and proceeded to teach the class about cell division.” You shared. “That’s not even the best part.”

“After class students came up to me and thanked me.” Damian added. 

Jon was amazed. He also shared how Damian came to his school one day and played his teacher. 

The three of you were having a good time. As the three of you were leaving the restaurant, both boys got a text. 

“It’s okay. Go. It wouldn’t be the first time I got stood up,” you smile at them understanding. 

~

After the mission the boys were at the WatchTower waiting for their fathers to finish whatever League business they had. 

Jon was pacing back and forth while Damian was seated. He was whispering to himself. Damian found it infuriating. 

“What’s on your mind Kent?” Damian asked bluntly. 

“I- Uhm,” Jon was flustered. He was contemplating how he should say it without looking like a fool. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out what was on Jon’s mind. You. 

“If Y/N is on your mind that much just ask her on a date”

How did he know? Of course he knew. He’s the son of one of the greatest detectives. 

“I don’t even have her number and-” Jon started.

“I can give it to you. I’m pretty sure Y/N wouldn’t mind.” Damian replied. 

“But what would I say?” Damian shrugged at Jon’s question. 

“Give me your phone,” Damian said, holding out his hand. After Jon reluctantly handed his phone, Damian started tapping away. He then handed it back to Jon. When Jon took his phone back, it was open to a message with you… and a message was sent. 

‘Hello Y/N. This is Jon. Damian gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind. I was curious if you’d like to spend an evening out with me??’

“YOU SENT THIS?” Jon dropped his phone on the table by Damian. He started pacing back and forth so hard, he started floating. 

Damian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He’s never seen someone freak out like this… over a girl at least. Dick is very dramatic. 

Jon’s phone suddenly lit up; it was a text from you. 

‘Hey Jon. I figured Damian gave you my number and sent the text for you but I would love to go out with you.’

When Jon sees this, he will go crazy, but that’s going to be Clark’s problem. 

This is a short lil blurb for Jon Kent. I think I'm going to start reading more about him so I can get a better feel on him for when I write for him.

[ash-the-shark]

Astraphobia

Jonathan Kent X Reader

Description: Y/N has a panic attack because of the thunderstorm and Jon helps her through it.

[I tried]

You, Jon, Jordan, and Sarah were hanging out at the farmhouse in the living room it was cloudy Saturday afternoon. You and Jon were sitting next to each other. All of you were just talking and studying for the test on Monday when suddenly thunder roared from outside, you felt your entire body freeze for a second before you heard Sarah say something “Y/N are you ok?” you looked up to see all of them looking at you “Yeah I just wasn’t expecting that thunder” You say smiling and adjusted in your seat. “Ok,” Sarah said with a nod.

It started to rain outside, lightning started to strike and the thunder roared, slowly becoming louder, or at least it was to you. You noticed your breathing was starting to get a little heavy, you tried to ignore it for the time being telling yourself everything would be fine. Suddenly you were snapped out of your own thoughts when you heard someone call your name “Y/N” You looked over and saw Jon looking at you concerned “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” you say as you nod and look around the room noticing Sarah and Jordan are gone “Are you sure cause I just called your name like 5 times and you didn't respond,” he said sounding worried. Suddenly thunder roars again, and your whole body tenses and you feel your breathing quicken. You look back down at the table “I am pretty sure I am having a panic attack” You say loud enough for him to hear “I didn’t know you had panic attacks” He says “I don’t have them very often, It mainly happens just with…” you stop your sentence when the thunder roars again. He just nods. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks.

“Hold me,” You say weakly in response he gets closer to you and wraps his arms around you. Your whole body tenses and your arms tighten around him as the thunder roars outside the window this one a little louder than the rest he kisses the top of your head before whispering “Everything is going to be ok,”

[theyluvlyss]

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whatever is here is who I write for, but that doesn't limit me from making content about anyone else :). a.k.a if you asked me for some jason todd profile pictures, I'll deliver ♡.

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[theodorecanaryhood]

The SuperBat story

Batboy and Superboy love story!

Jonathan Kent x Y/n Wayne

‘Your left’ Superboy shouted as you back flipped over a machete, giving a swift roundhouse kick to the thugs chest.

Superboy grabbed a guys collar as he lifted off the ground, dropping him down onto a car bonnet.

You threw a Batarang as a distraction as you jump kicked then threw a hard punch, the last thug you kicked in the face then slammed his head into a window. Knocking him out.

‘Emotional damage’ Superboy exclaimed as you smiled a little.

‘Hungry?’ You asked him, to which Superboy nodded.

…

Shirt and trousers, slicked back smart hair as the two of you sat in the Iceberg lounge, Jonathan ordering your drinks.

‘So, gonna explain why this is your favourite bar considering it’s owned by your Dad’s enemy?’ Jonathan asked you, you only smiled.

‘I like the atmosphere’

Your drinks came as you clinked your glasses together, taking a swig when one of your favourite songs came on.

‘Oh, I love this song. Want to dance Kent?’ You asked, cheerful as Jonathan seemed reluctant.

Taking your hand and walking with you to the dance floor, the two of you danced together with your drinks.

It felt so satisfying to be able to be open and free without judgment. At least for now, the two of you could be each other’s and do normal couple things.

‘Feels so good not hiding’ Jonathan smiled, leaning down and kissing you.

‘I love you’ you slipped out the words as Jonathan went wide eyed.

You panicked internally as you saw the look on his face change, you couldn’t take back the words as you’d already said them out loud.

‘You don’t have to say it back, just wanted to let you know’ you saved yourself, Jonathan still stared at you.

Almost like he was trying to detect a lie in you while he listened to your heartbeat, hearing it stayed the same apart from when it jumped as Jonathan took your hands in his.

‘Y/n, I think it’s time we become official, like to the families’ he spoke clearing his throat, insinuating he and yourself finally tell everyone the truth.

Your ‘friendship’ has been going on a while and no one knows, even your Dad being the worlds greatest detective and your boyfriends Dad being Superman. They still could never see.

‘I think you’re right’ you nodded, kissing your boyfriend deeply, him smiling into it and kissing you back.

The two of you carried on drinking a bit more and dancing along to the music, an older guy kept staring at the two of you. Standing hand in hand as you both smiled.

‘Some people are gay dear’ you laughed as you walked out with Jonathan.

Arriving at Wayne Manor in your Uber it was a weird feeling, usually the two of you would arrive and get out separately. Walk up and act like you were both just friends.

The last kiss being before you left a bar or club, but this time you felt brave enough to walk up holding Jonathan’s hand.

‘Right, ready?’ He asked you as you walked in together.

You only nodded as Alfred approached the two of you, with his gentle smile he always carried.

‘Evening Sir’s, how was your night?’ Alfred asked you as you stood in the hallway.

‘Was great Pops, is everyone still here?’ You asked as you saw Alfred notice the two of you, holding hands.

‘Yes master y/n, in the dining room’ Alfred said as he pat you both on the back.

You walked in first not holding hands as to not get questions asked straight away, taking a deep breath as your heart thumped.

‘Babe, relax, my Dad will hear your heartbeat straight away’ Jonathan said, running your arm to calm you down.

‘Ok’

‘Hey you two, have a good night?’ Dick asked as he leaned back in his seat.

Everyone turned to face you both as you stood in the walkway to the dining room.

‘Come in y/n, no need to be shy’ Clarke said as the two of you walked into the room and stood in front of everyone.

‘We need to tell you all something’ Jonathan broke the silence, everyone stared intrigued.

‘Dad, I’m bisexual’ Jonathan blurted out, Clarke didn’t seem angry. He smiled and pulled his son in for a hug while Clarke stayed seated.

‘And Dad, I’m gay’ you spoke to your Dad, and your Brothers who all smiled gently to you.

‘And?’ Jason said, shrugging his shoulders as you choked up a little.

‘There’s also something else, Dad, Bruce, me and y/n we’re uh, together’ Jonathan said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

‘And I love him, he also loves me’ Jonathan finished as he looked in your eyes.

‘You do?’ You asked, Jonathan nodded as he gave you a kiss.

‘Well, that’s a turn of events but I can’t say I’m surprised’ Bruce said as he stood up.

‘Y/n, when you were younger you used to be obsessed with boy bands and you even said you wanted to marry someone like you’re school friend Kyle. I’ve also had a theory for a while that the two of you would be a cute couple if you ever had the chance’ Bruce said, Dick smiling at you the whole time.

‘You’re still my son, and I still love you no matter what’ he continued as he pulled you in for a hug.

‘And Jonathan, you know you can talk to me about anything and I will never judge you, I’d never judge you for this, y/n is an amazing man and so are you’ Clarke said to Jonathan as he hugged him.

Jason and Dick stood up to hug the two of you as Bruce then hugged Jonathan. Following with Tim, Damian and Alfred following after.

‘Ok, so I guess there’s no need to hide anymore’ Jonathan laughed, taking your hand again.

‘But know this Kent, you hurt my little brother I will show up to your apartment with my favourite pistol’ Jason stepped in, you looked at Jonathan.

‘He means it’ Tim whispered, Jason then cracked a bright smile as he urged the two of you to sit with him.

‘So, tell us about how you guys got together’ Clarke said as the two of you spoke the rest of the time, telling everyone about how you got together.

It felt indescribable to have your family sitting with you, listening to you and your stories, still wanting you to be in the family.

Love was always around and is in many different forms, sometimes you don’t always have to travel far to find it.

[faithiegirl01]

Faithie’s Rant Corner:

Warning!!! Spoilers for S2 of Superman and Lois under the cut…

PSA: not my gif, all credit goes to @arrowverse

Just watched the first and second episodes of S&L S2 and omg! It was so so good. 100% had me simping for Mr. Jonathan Kent again. Plus Tyler is still amazing as Superman, like I can’t 🫡.

He’s just so amazing. He went from sweet little Tyler on seventh Heaven to boom 💥 I’m here as Superman bi***… not to mention uncle Peter hale thrown into the mix?? Uggh I’m so here for this season!!! Someone help me!!! This is all making me absolutely just live for the show again. I’m so excited to see what happens. Still hoping that they go with the one where Jon’s powers are just dormant and shows up cause like I love that one. I will admit I started out mad at Lois again because she was putting her emotions off onto her boys, again 🙄, but again she amazed me because she always sees when she’s in the wrong. I absolutely hated the fact she didn’t notice her son was hurting though. When she’s talking with Jordan after he comes home from being with Sara all she notices is her own pain. She doesn’t even notice that he’s been crying. He had tear streaks on his face. That’s one thing I didn’t like at all. Like I was so so sad for Jordan in that moment because she didn’t even notice that he too is hurting and needs a mama moment. He just needs his mama to notice that rather then go off on him because of her own feelings.

Also I bet you ten bucks 💴 this is Tyler every time his fandom goes crazy for him 😂:

PSA: again not my gif, all credit goes to @allthingscwdcsupers

You can’t say I’m wrong. I’ve been a fan of his for basically all my life. I grew up with two older sisters who watched sevenths heaven and I always loved watching with them. When he first came on the show I adored him and still do. I am a fan from way back not just from his teen wolf days. I did love him in teen wolf, but I’ve loved him for a lot longer then his teen wolf days.

Tyler’s just so cute and sweet I just love him so much.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! DAMIAN WAYNE & YAN! JONATHAN KENT with their shared darling.

You are hella shy around them. You never defend yourself, never speak out of turn. Meek. You appeal extremely well to their hero instincts; to guide and protect.

A while into your (forced, maybe even fictional) relationship, they introduce you to the titans.

Surprise surprise YAN! FANS TEEN TITANS already knew you. Who wouldn’t recognize the super idol [Y/N] [L/N]?

The two suddenly realized that you’re the star the team always talked about but they were just too busy stalking you to even realize. (Also cause Damian is the anti-basic and baby ghorl Jon is a bit out of the loop when it comes to pop culture)

Cue the pair suddenly becoming your biggest fanboys.

Jon who’s a lot more open about it in public. Wearing your merch all over his body. Even using his hero identity to spread your name around. Memorized fan dances to obnoxiously perform if you ever go on stage again.

While Damian is a lot more low-key and uses it as a way to blackmail and psychoanalyze you. He stalks all your socials. Has watched all your concerts and listened to all your albums on loop.

Uses his money to flex but as an anonymous user and even brings the whole Batfam into it. Particularly his dad and oldest brother. Mostly cause Bruce is rich and can fund his obsession, while Dick is a great enabler and is already a fan of you.

Both probably engage on internet wars on a daily.

Anyways it’s all cute until they ruin your career by fucking you live for all to see, in their costumes to boot.

Aight byeeeee

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Brother's best friend

Summary: You go to spend the summer at your grandparents, along with your family and the Wayne's. Will something rise between you and Damian?

Warnings: Reader is half kryptonian, meaning they can hear heartbeats.

Gender Neutral

Series Masterlist

~☆~

It was quiet. There was no sound of cars in a busy street, voices of pedestrians that became too much as they all overlapped, no musty smell of used up air. It was quiet, only the sound of the TV, animals outside, and the heartbeats of your loved ones could he heard.

Your grandparent's farm was your escape. It was where you could go when you wanted to get away from the city that you and your family lived in. Apparently, everyone agreed, because now you're spending the summer on the farm, along with your mother, father, and brothers.

Your mother was helping your grandmother clean up after breakfast. Your father was helping your grandfather with the animals, you and Jon were watching a cartoon, and Kon was still sleeping.

Despite your grandparents being two lonely farmers, more people were still going to be joining you. Everyone had decided that it would be nice to invite Bruce Wayne and his children to join in on your short vacation. You had barely gotten Jon to sleep the night he found out that they said yes, he was far too excited about what was to come. Eventually, your mother had to come in and scold him for still being up.

If you listened close enough, you could hear their plane, and if you listened even closer, you could hear their hearts and words. Which Jon had been doing the entire time he had been awake, anxiously waiting for his best friend and his family to arrive, your father and Kon doing the same. Was it a little weird that Clark, Kon, and Jon were all best friends with members of the Wayne family? Yeah, a little bit. But did you care? No.

Jon had been going on for years now about his best friend, Damian Wayne. Apparently, the two of them met due to being Robin and Superboy. Jon had told you about the many adventures the two of them had, the times they would hang out at Wayne Manor, and how much he adored Damian. You've heard similar stories about Bruce, and Tim aswell, your father and Kon sharing the same excitement as Jon over their best-friends.

Almost all of the Wayne family has heard about you, too, but not as much as Damian has. Jon is always talking about his older sibling, born just two years before himself, and a year after Damian. Jon is always talking about the things the two of you have done, what you like, any new changes you've made to your appearance. To some extent, Damian feels as if he already knows you. You also feel the same.

"I can't wait for you to meet him." Jon excitedly tells you, taking his eyes away from the small TV and looking at you. You turn to meet his gaze and offer a small smile, hoping it will get him to stop gushing about this family you've never met. Maybe you're excited about meeting a certain older brother, one that your family said came back from the dead. It's not that you don't want to meet them, it's just that you don't want to spend your summer with some strangers.

~☆~

It was about lunchtime when you could hear the plane getting closer to the farm, your family raced outside to greet their friends.

A grown man was the first to jump out of the plane, his hair wavy and black, eyes blue and skin tan. He had one of those Hollywood smiles that instantly got you plastered on a magazine. He ran up to your father and welcomed him into an embrace. He was far too young to be Bruce Wayne, but also too old to be Damian.

Another boy hopped out and jogged over to Kon. Obviously, that's Tim. His pale skin and shaggy black hair gave it away.

Who you assume was Bruce emerged next, the wrinkle between his eyebrows and his strong physique being a sign. You could hear your father whisper his name as he went up to hug the man.

An even younger boy walked out, instantly earning a yell from Jon. He looked almost identical to Bruce. Only his skin was tan, and his nose was stronger. His eyes were green, a strong contrast from the three blue-eyed men that he had traveled with. His hair was black and clean cut, styled upwards. He was gorgeous. His description could only mean that he was the one and only Damian.

Another man walked into the light. He was tall and muscular. His wavy hair was black with a stripe of white and out of his face. He was wearing sunglasses, blocking his eyes from your view. Even from the distance, you could see the scars that adorned the side of his face. Jason Todd.

You watched as your family exchanged their hellos, obviously excited about the entire situation. Just as you were about to turn and go back inside, you heard your father introducing your grandparents. That could only mean that you were next.

His arms gestured around your family before finally landing on you, "And that's, Y/N." He spoke.

The first man(whom you overheard the name of) started walking towards you, his flashy smile on display.

"Hi, I'm Dick!" He introduced himself, offering you a handshake. After you reciprocated the gesture, he put his arm over your shoulders, holding you to his side. His hand rose up to point at the other people he arrived with. "That's Bruce," he stated, pointing at the man next to your father. "That's Jason," His finger was now pointed at the man with the white streak in his hair, "Tim" was all he said as he gestured to the boy conversing with Kon. "And that's Damian." He said, pointing at the boy that was being bombarded with questions by Jon. To your surprise, he was staring right at you. His gaze was sharp and felt like he was seeing right through you.

Your eye contact was interrupted as your grandmother came rushing past you with a pitcher of tea and some cups.

~☆~

New series alert!!!

Update's will be slow.

[damianwaynesbelovedsposts]

prompt list 

requests or open!

1: “i think i might be in love with you”

2: Saying something flirty mid-fight which catches them off guard, giving you the perfect oppurtunity to strike

3: "I won't go easy on you" and "I don't want you to"

4: "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much"

5: “Do you want me to slow down for you?” 

6: “I can keep going.” 

7: “I fucking hate you.”

8: “Oh, fuck. say that again.” 

9: "hold my hand" and "absolutely not"

10: "Oh, come on! Don't act like you care!"

11: Never do that again. Please"

12: "Say it, you love me."

13: "Because I want to hear it from that pretty mouth of yours."

14: "Please don't push me away, I love you."

15: "What if someone sees us?"

16: "But I don't care about what anyone else thinks”

17: "You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

18: "We should kiss, Right now."

19: "I have a key, it's not breaking an entering,"

20: "who's apartment are we in?"

21: "Shh! They’ll hear us!"

22: "Get behind me"

23: “Come over here and make me.”

24: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

25: “Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.” 

you can also make up something an request it if you’d like<3

[supercap2319]

“Jonathan Kent, you sass your father one more time…”

"Jonathan Jeremiah Kent, you come back here this instance!" Y/N call after the teenage boy as Jonathan fled into the the house, slamming the door in the process.

Y/N and Clark found him in the kitchen as Jordan looked on in nervous anticipation. "Jordan? Go upstairs. Your father and I need to talk to your brother."

"But, Dad–"

"Go."

Jordan heads upstairs as they look at Jon. "What is your problem, young man? Your father was only trying to help." Y/N said.

"Yeah, a real big help. Dad made me look like a coward in front of everyone." Jonathan said.

"It wasn't my intention to do that. But Candice's father was threatening you, and I had to do something, and I–"

"And you screwed up. Congratulations."

"Jonathan Kent, you sass your father one more time..."

"You'll what?" Jonathan asked.

"We'll, ground you." Clark said.

"What?! You can't do that."

"Yes, we can. We are your dads, and you will be respectful." Y/N said.

"That's such bullshi–"

"Finish that word, and it's another week."

"What? But that's not fair."

"Do you want to go for three?"

Jonathan shut his mouth, but he was very angry.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One in Eleven Million

damian wayne x reader x jon kent  - ch.1

(A/N): The plot of this is mostly based off of a trip I took a little over a year ago, though there are liberties taken further on. And my memory is kinda sucky so take any airport lingo with a grain of salt. Also, thanks to @glorified-red for helping me outline this while I was heading to the same place this year and also for being my beta reader. 

This is fully written and has been for two months so hopefully I'll post a chapter a week or so? I am also posting this from hawaii so here's hoping a) I get new fic material and b) i've converted the time zone correctly and this posts late EST. 

If you saw this posted yesterday, no you didn’t. Posting across time zones is hard

wc: ~2300

warnings: plane travel; anxiety

~

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you stepped off the tram. Above your head, the sign read Terminal B in large letters. The people ahead as you stepped onto the escalator were a couple with matching, brightly colored, floral-patterned carry-ons. 

The notification was a text from the airline. You skimmed it as you walked towards your gate, weaving in and out of internal airport traffic. We're ready to board your flight to Gotham (GHM) at Gate B6 and look forward to seeing you soon! The text was right below the one telling you about yet another delay. A quick check of the time declared that making any detours would cut your arrival at the gate a little close. 

“Worth the risk,” you decided for yourself. “Let's go.” 

The escalator opened into the middle of your terminal, a dozen gates from your destination. Even though the airport you were in was spread out massively, you weren’t too worried. Your boarding group wouldn’t even get on the plane for probably another ten minutes, so you ducked into the nearest restroom before crossing to your gate. 

The time in red on your boarding pass caught your eye. 70 minutes late, it read. Any other day, a delay would have been an inconvenience. This time, the buffer actually ended up being beneficial. You needed it when trying to catch a connecting flight—the second of two on your way home—after one already delayed. Your eye caught on a pretzel stand further down the terminal. You could almost taste the pretzels; it had been a while since breakfast. The usual delicious smells were covered by the perpetual airport scent of stale air and commercial cleaner. If you wanted to get close, you’d have to cross the foot traffic. The voice over the loudspeaker curtailed that hope quickly by announcing your boarding group. You sighed. Next time. 

The boarding line was long and you silently thanked yourself for checking a larger suitcase as your primary luggage. Your only current accompaniment was your airline declared “personal item.” There was no way there would be spots for any hypothetical carry-on by the time you got on board. As if to agree with you, the airline employees over the speakers nudged passengers once again to check their carry-ons. 

Like always, it took longer than it rationally should have for people to display their boarding passes and continue into the enclosed boarding bridge. Your chest squeezed as your seat flashed on the screen. The only seat available and in your budget had been a “B”: a middle seat in the back of the plane. Middle seats were the worst, especially when traveling alone. Too often you’d found yourself next to men (and even women, sometimes) that made you extremely uncomfortable.

You scanned the numbers above the seats as the line in front of you blundered along. Someone’s carry-on bag almost smacked you in the face before the line cleared enough for you to be able to see your row. Your heart sank just a little bit when you spotted the two heads in the A and C seats. No hope for an empty seat on this flight, then. 

When you stepped closer, you could see two men—young adults and not older men, you realized, thank goodness—conversing with each other, both tilted into the middle seat. You hoped, privately, that they didn’t know each other well, if only so they wouldn’t be talking right through you the entire flight. 

“Excuse me,” you said, stopping in front of the row, “I have the middle seat.” 

The boys sat back. The one in the window seat had olive skin and dark wavy hair cropped close on the side, dripping down across his forehead and over his eyes. The other, with lighter skin and fluffy dark hair, stood to let you in. You had to take half a step back to let him out. He was tall. And pretty. Nope, Shut Up, brain. You pushed the thought into the back of your mind; he could be the most homophobic person you’ve ever met, how would you know? 

“Sorry about that, go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” You smiled at the boy before sliding clumsily into the row and landing heavily in the middle seat. You shoved your bag under the seat in front of you and sat up stiffly, shoulders pulled into yourself. The seatbelt dug uncomfortably into your thigh. Silently , you shifted, sliding on the smooth airplane seat, to free it. A few minutes passed in awkward silence as the rest of the passengers boarded. Your headphones were down in the bag you’d just squished under the seat. Was it really worth it to grab them now? Yes, you decided, leaning down to maneuver them out of your bag. The fluffy haired boy spoke across the seats. 

“Damian, I can’t get the app downloaded.” 

You sat back up slowly, chest constricting again. They did know each other. 

The boy in the window seat—Damian apparently—looked up from where his head had been bowed over a book. You couldn’t really make out the words scribbled in the margins, but both the text and the handwritten notes looked like something in the Arabic language family. He put his arm out and the other boy reached across you to place his phone into the outstretched hand. 

“You need to turn on your cellular data for the app store. There’s no internet here.” His voice was low in pitch and quiet. The kind people listened to. Window Seat Boy (it felt weird calling him Damian even if you knew his name) easily unlocked the phone—a red-cased, beat up iPhone—and started rifling through settings. 

The other boy turned his attention to you and you gave an awkward smile. 

“I kinda just realized that it’s probably really annoying to be in the middle of us so did you want to switch with me? Like so every time we talk to each other you’re not in the middle?” 

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. The offer was unexpected, but he looked genuine. You didn’t want to wait for him to potentially change his mind. 

“Yeah, um, that would be good—if you’re okay with that?” 

“Oh yeah I don’t care. I don’t fly like this often enough to have a seat preference. But sitting in the middle of two strangers would probably not be it.” 

Your response huff of involuntary laughter surprised you. He seemed sweet. Your guard dropped a little bit as he stood up in the now empty aisle to let you out. You pulled your bag out from under the seat in front of you and dropped both it and your jacket on the now vacated seat before sliding out and standing up yourself. 

“After you.” You gestured to the empty seat. He shot you a grin before maneuvering more awkwardly than you thought possible into the middle seat. 

“These are so cramped. How do people fly like this?” he muttered, then accepted his phone back from Window Seat Boy. You felt a smile tug at your lips, shoving your backpack under the seat as you sat back down.

“It’s the lack of legroom that gets me. There’s barely enough space for my bag, much less my feet.” 

Now, Middle Seat Boy turned to look at you. His eyes—shining from behind black rectangular frames—were a startling crystal blue. A smile spread across his face and you felt your chest squeeze for a different reason this time. You didn’t even have it in you to reprimand your brain; it really was a pretty smile. 

“Yeah I don’t get it. How is this supposed to be comfortable?” 

“It’s not supposed to be comfortable,” you said, “it’s supposed to make the airlines money.” 

There was a soft huff from Window Seat Boy and Middle Seat Boy’s grin widened. He extended his hand, elbow pressed awkwardly against his torso, before seemingly deciding against it and putting it back down. 

“I’m Jon. And this is Damian.” He gestured to the boy next to him, whose face was once again buried in his book. Damian—now using his name felt less like an intrusion and more like decent politeness—gave a brief nod as he was introduced. 

You stuck your hand out and Jon let out a small laugh as he took it. 

You appreciated that he repeated your name back to you when you gave it to him. Most people just barreled on with their misunderstood pronunciations. 

“Are you heading home?” Jon looked actually interested in your answer. 

You debated for a moment before deciding to be honest. There were over a million people living in Gotham.  

“Yeah, heading back. This is my connecting flight to get home. How about you guys?” 

Jon glanced back at Damian before answering. Damian stayed invested in his book. “He’s from Gotham and I’m going back with him so technically, yeah.” 

“Work trip? Or a personal one?” 

Jon opened his mouth then closed it without saying anything. “Kinda work yeah. We missed our,” he paused as if searching for a word, “original flight so now we’re here.” 

You nodded your head understandingly. 

“Oh that sucks. Hope you weren’t delayed too long.” 

Jon hesitated, wincing as he stretched out his left arm. 

“We weren’t, technically. Was hoping not to have to fly like this, though.” 

You shrugged. 

“This is my usual airline so I don’t have much to say about that.” 

Jon found that funnier than you expected, but you felt a smile crawl across your face as he laughed. The crackle of the intercom interrupted whatever he was about to say. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. Thank you all for your patience this afternoon. As you know, weather delays kept the plane from arriving here on time and we are happy to finally have you on board. My apologies for the delay in takeoff. There’s been a slight mechanical issue, but we should get it all straightened out in the next twenty minutes so just sit tight. Thank you for your cooperation” 

You sighed heavily, eyes rolling.

“Of course there is.” 

Jon’s worried expression snapped to you. 

“What?” 

Your eyebrows scrunched down in confusion. 

“'What' what?” 

“You said 'of course there is'. Of course there’s what?”

You felt your shoulders relax. 

“Oh, another delay. Almost every plane I take on my own has some sort of delay. Like my last flight was an hour and fifteen minutes behind. And now this one. I just want to go home, you know? I’m exhausted.” 

Jon slumped in his chair. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

He looked exhausted, you realized, eyes decorated with underbags and body slouched into his seat. He was also wearing two sweaters, even though the plane was more warm than chilly. 

“Are you okay?” 

Jon shrugged, smiling. 

“I haven’t uh—I haven’t gotten enough sun recently but yeah.” 

You let out a small huh of understanding and looked out the window open across the aisle from you. It was dark out despite the fact that the sun hadn’t quite set. He wasn’t native to Gotham, you remembered. Cloudy days are the default there, but you knew a couple people who could never make it in Gotham just for that reason. 

It felt weird to put in your headphones and tune out the boy next to you now. Usually, you wouldn’t have thought twice, but you liked him and didn’t want to block him out. Instead, you tucked the headphones back in and pulled a craft project out of your bag, continuing the row of stitches you were on when you put it down at your first gate early in the morning. 

After a moment, you looked up to see Jon watching you. 

“Whatcha making?” He asked, eyes tracing the pattern of your project. You paused, hands stilling mid-stitch.

“Nothing specific really. Just something to pass the time. It’s a pattern I found online a little while back. I kinda enjoy the time on planes and the like that force me to not watch something. Even though technically there’s in-flight entertainment, there’s not too much I enjoy so I’d rather read or something, you know?” You completed the stitch, eyes flicking back to Jon as you tugged it tight. Jon’s head tilted to the side. You had to stop yourself from smiling at the movement. It was cute, a little bit like a puppy. 

“In-flight entertainment?” 

“Like movies and TV shows, whatever the airline puts on it. You didn’t know that?” Jon shook his head. “How often do you fly?” Jon’s eyes widened. For a moment you thought you’d offended him. “I’m not judging you or anything I just—”

“No! No, you didn’t. I don’t…take airplanes much.” 

“Ok well there’s a whole selection of movies on the app, if you have that. This plane has some TV channels,” you said, gesturing to his TV. It was streaming a basketball game, same as most of the others around you. You’d turned yours off before continuing on your project. A quick glance at Damian’s revealed that his was also turned off. “But there’s a better selection of stuff on the app and then you can connect your bluetooth or whatever headphones to your phone and watch with those.” You pulled your phone from your pocket, opening the app and navigating to the entertainment section. 

“See?” You hit the button for the ‘view all’ list and turned the phone to Jon. “You can’t do anything with it unless you’re on the plane but since we are, here it is.” 

Jon pulled out his phone and navigated to the same page you were on, then started scrolling down. 

“This one’s okay but I feel like I’ve seen it a thousand times.” He tilted the phone towards you, display open to a movie from a few months ago. 

“Oh, I meant to see that movie but never got to. Do you recommend it?” 

Jon returned to the main page and shrugged. 

“I think you can do better.” 

You smiled, stuffing your project back into your bag in favor of scrolling through the movie list yourself. 

“Let’s see what they’ve got.”

[rapz-rites]

Works

Last Updated: November 20, 2023

💚=Damian Wayne

💙=Jon Kent

Rough Sketches 💚 by @glittering-moonlillie

(Request I made before the start of my account)

You knew all along that it was a bad idea to bring that dreaded sketchbook to his house, so why were you surprised to find out that things, indeed, went wrong.

My Work

Family Time 💚

Meeting Damian’s family for the first time and getting close to them

Demon Spawns Pt 2 💚

Yours and Damian’s future kids come to the past

Best Friends and Girlfriends 💚

(Requested)

Why were the Batboys surprised to find out you and Damian were dating? Aren’t they supposed to be great detectives?

Cats 💚

What happens when you and Damian get turned into cats for a day

Goldfish 💚

(Requested)

You and Damian go grocery shopping together for the first time.

Oh Baby Pt 2 💚

(Requested)

You’re not telling Damian something, and he thinks it’s that you're cheating

They All Know Now 💚

That Batfam finds out Damian has a gf, but not from Damian.

Cutie 💙

You meet Jon Kent for the first time, oh and Damian is there too.

Hearts 💚

You and your soulamte can feel eachothers heartbeats

Ma Belle Cherie 💚

(Requested)

If someone was to look up a bookworm a picture of you would appear. 3 times you chose your books over Damian. 1 time Damian was your only priority (yes Damian is a priority, but not without a good book in hand)

Type 💚

You can't type to save your life

Demon Daughter 💚

(Requested... sort of)

Time traveling is tricky. That's why your daughter came home early. 20 years too early