#platonic clark kent imagine

[yandereworlds]

Heey, sorry for the lack of activity, was taking a bit of a hiatus, BUT I come with new content! I've been doing a lot of OC content, so I thought I'd provide some canon stuff for those who enjoy it. Lately I've been thinking about the concept of a yandere super family after making one of my more popular bots, the bat family!

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[v4mp1re-haven]

I was thinking about posting a dad!clark Kent short fic, would yall be interested? Here’s a short snippet from the beginning.

Would you be interested in reading it? If not I’m just gonna scrap it, I’ll still work on the things in my ask box though.

[acid-ixx]

a loving family, an unpalatable desire

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.

[l0vem41l]

mean when i'm nervous.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited as BAWLS, dc writer newbie but im very enthusiastic abt the comics and shows and movies, dog metaphor but insane and unsubtle, explicitly vigilante!reader in dick grayson’s part, dramatic asf but not really angst 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. bruce wayne, clark kent, richard "dick" grayson, and john constantine

author's note: so. we all know what my favourite thing right now is (⌒_⌒;) i still adore everything i used to write for,,, but i’ve been on my comic motives recently (*ﾟｰﾟ*) ! reading dc mostly but spider-noir and deadpool have been picked up along the way!!! um. anyways. if i get comfy enough, i might do more dc stuff but i get that this isn't my exact audience on this blog— sorry my loves (´＿｀。) </3 might write a part two cuz i love jason. and booster gold. and like every single one of them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) halfway through writing this i realized everything feels very literal, so i feel the need to mention that this is not dog hybrid reader stuff but if u fw that u can imagine it that way

perhaps the habit of burning bridges you’re actively crossing isn’t a good idea. and you’re not an idiot, not in the slightest— but even if you were, everyone knows that needless self destruction when developing relationships is counterproductive.

you strike the match anyways, like it’s just a force of habit. another instinct.

if you spent life knowing that the hand only beats. why would you expect it to do anything else when it’s lowered towards you?

you learn to keep your hopes down, ears alert, and teeth sharp. you learn to get used to the taste of blood. to make things messy and complicated, and to end things when they need to be ended, because god knows it’s only self preservation when you do it.

you learn that the only way to survive is to bite— to hurt before something hurts you.

and one day, an unfamiliar hand that extends towards you decides to feed instead.

why do you still bare your teeth?

▸ BRUCE is unsure why he sticks around. he’s understanding, but also reasonably frustrated with your antics. it doesn’t evade him that they stem from something deeply rooted in your past— but he doesn’t know what to do about it. if there is anything to do.

at his core, he's a detective. he's got an eye for digging into strange pasts and a knack for knowing things he isn't supposed to. but in spite of his paranoia and hunger to know, bruce doesn't pry too much. he can do research on his own, without you ever having to realize.

you’re self-sufficient, he’ll give you that. you’re unsure sometimes of whether he’s proud that you can take care of yourself or irritated that you consistently insist on doing so. he’s unsure too. not like he lets you know.

it’s a mutual understanding the two of you share— he stays, you bite. yet bruce, unsurprisingly, doesn’t mind being bitten. he’d hope that the reason he’s sticking around is for the selfless reason of making sure you’re alright. though, the reality is, you’ve grown on him, whether you realize or not.

bruce has always been fond of strays.

▸ CLARK is nothing but patient. and that scares you beyond reason.

he sees the way you bare your teeth whenever someone gets too close for comfort to you. he knows when to back away, when to speak, when not to— he’s always attempting to never make you feel backed into a corner.

somehow, it makes you more anxious seeing just how much he understands about you. he knows just how to coax you out of the corner of your cage, how to bring you in closer, and it almost, almost convinces you to let your guard down.

the thought of that is terrifying.

you try barking, you try biting— and none of it works. clark doesn’t coddle you when you’re wrong— but he’s absolutely nothing but gentle. patient and understanding, sometimes you wonder how a man of steel can be so soft for someone like you.

▸ DICK isn’t dumb. it’s fairly easy for him to put two and two together. quickly, he figures out what he’s dealing with when he encounters you.

his conversations with you are never without a note of levity— a deliberate action on his end, you’re certain. he knows, you know, and because of it, everything feels oddly tense around him, even with the attempts to banter.

it’s too late to run. his observant gaze has caught a glimpse of you through your one way glass, and he’s chosen to meet your eyes with a smile. there's a sense of foreboding that gnaws at your gut, anxiously anticipating what might be lurking under that grin of his.

on his end, there are no malicious intentions. he doesn’t really have ulterior motives when it comes to you.

most times, he chooses to defend you and be the one standing at your side when no one else does. you don't understand why he insists on offering you friendship when all you do is pull away.

after a long night of patrolling the streets of gotham, you find the two of you leaning on the railing of a rooftop side by side. your eyes are on this cityscape of gotham. his are on you.

“you keep on insisting i’m not as bad as i seem,” you mutter under your breath.

late nights make for loose lips. he’s pleasantly surprised to hear you continue the thought instead of attempting to take it back.

“do you just hate being right?” you snort, allowing your gaze to flit over to him just for a second.

"no." dick smiles, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “i think you just hate the fact that i could be.”

▸ you tried not to bother with CONSTANTINE. the day the two of you met, you didn’t even introduce yourself.

john constantine’s presence alone reeks of trouble, as acrid and suffocating as the cigarette smoke that clings to his tan trenchcoat. you are attuned to things like that. he notices.

one thing you actually enjoy about him? he doesn’t chase. he’s a nosy one, for certain, sticking his nose into places no one in their right mind would— but for the most part, he steers clear of yours. initially, you think it’s because your urge to be left alone by him is so prevalent that he’s just chosen to heed the warning and not approach when unwanted.

but he’s not a man known for abiding by rules. he’s much more curious with you than you notice or prefer. in a way, your distance has made you more myth than man, more tale than tangible— you are a rumor passed through whispers between lips, a silent shadow lurking in the corner of the room… and he loves a good mystery.

“c’mon. you're actin’ like ‘m gonna bite your head off, luv,” he chuckles, lighting up the cigarette between his fingers.

i'd probably be the one doing that if i got any closer. you keep that thought in your head, standing with a gap between the two of you as always.

he doesn't miss how you avoid looking into his eyes like his gaze could murder, instead, focusing your gaze on the cherry of the cig, burning bright red.

“not much for a wee natter, hm?”

the quick shake of your head only makes his smirk grow. you could just walk away… so why exactly were you sticking around?

“fine by me. quiet company’s welcome.” that’s a sentence he’d probably never say to anyone else. in a strange way, he feels like he knows you well enough to be comfortable with the words that hang in the air.

it’s weird. you’re completely unknown, and yet, an irrational part of his mind keeps nagging at him to look just a little closer at you. sometimes, when he listens to it, he catches a glimpse of something silent in your eyes— an all too familiar pain of a person who can’t help but hurt the things that they cling onto.

so that’s why you’re keen on keeping everyone at arms length. it almost makes him laugh to think how similar the two of you are, plain as day, and yet unnoticed by you— a person who won’t even meet his eyes.

— reblogs always appreciated!

[weebsinstash]

Alright bestie I’m on that shit again

So yandere Superman, right? Like obviously your fucked. The only other yandere in existence that might just be able to keep you from him is Batman, but even then he’d probably sooner work together just to ensure your safety- but that’s a prompt for another day.

Back to yan Superman, imagine you’re his darling and he is “keeping you safe”. But one day, you get snatched up by some organization that wants to use you as leverage or some shit, but you are just sobbing in relief at maybe being free- only to have Superman show up and do some not so super things to everyone who “stole” you

There are just so many casually horrifying things about Superman that people don't realize until you start like digging into his lore. "Oh he's super strong and a super fast flyer" actually he can do basically anything at those super speeds to the point he can literally even PROCESS THOUGHTS at near light-speed which means he has Absolutely Terrifying reaction times and can make plans and schemes on a dime, which, you know, can be even better utilized by him being intelligent. He has natural invulnerability so if you throw a punch at him too hard you could literally shatter the bones in your hand and he can't even control that, like you could literally hurt yourself with him on accident! He can see across INSANE DISTANCES and his x-ray vision doesn't have like a set range so he could do anything from, peep inside buildings to spy on you, to looking under your clothing for any bruises or injuries or even self harm marks, to peeking behind your hero disguise to learn your true identity, to seeing if there's anything inside your stomach and seeing if you're eating properly. Like jesus christ he literally found out Lois was pregnant from waking up one morning and suddenly hearing the heartbeat of the FETUS, there's literally nothing from him pulling that stereotypical "I know you're nervous or lying or afraid because I can literally hear your heartbeat increase" scary bullshit

And let's talk about Lois for a sec because my god her death was literally what kicked off the Injustice timeline? And there are other forms of Superman media where she just straight up dies naturally of cancer! Sure we could take the easy way and say "in this au Lois never existed or was just Clark's friend and he loved YOU" (which is my preferred default tbh bc, no competition for Reader lol) but I mean if you're going for that angst, that real whump, a yandere Clark Kent that just lost his wife/unborn child to either the Injustice incident or cancer, now overcome with grief? And in those cancer timelines they usually already have a son, Jonathan, and sometimes Jordan, and here's Clark thinking, well, his boy needs a mother, and he's got these weird feelings for you, and lil Jonny clearly has affection for you, maybe bring a bit of a platonic yan himself who sees you as either a big sister or even a secondary mom, so... be his wife maybe?

Like my god if Reader somehow helped him through the grief of losing Lois and managed to avoid "fully activating" Superman's anime villain arc, like he's going full fascist in the Injustice 2 Bad Ending, then some shit DEFINITELY goes down when Reader gets taken away. It just reactivates all his trauma. No! He can't lose anyone else! Jonathan can't lose anyone else! You're not just someone he loves, you're his FRIEND!

You're just huddled in whatever cell you've been kept in with your black eyes and bruises and knuckles bloodied from trying to fight back when you hear Clark's voice and you look up with excitement that just falls immediately off your face because holy shit did he just unlock that thumbprint scanner with a severed arm, and suddenly you're realizing there are other shades of red on his costume and dripping from his fingers

I can only imagine like, ngl I considered a sequel to my fic Doubt where Reader escapes the manor and runs into Supernan as the only other person who can protect you, so here we would have the inverse: you're the only one who knows about Clark's increasing instability and, while you still have your own freedom and autonomy, try to speak to Bruce about it, and now you have Batman Vs Superman: Competing For Your Heart Edition. I can only imagine what sort of unhinged reactions there would be if you think you've got Batman alone and you're beginning to cry all "Bruce I'm really worried about Clark, he isn't acting like himself, there's something wrong with him" and. Clark is like literally using his x-ray vision to read lips through the walls if he can't use his super hearing to outright eavesdrop.

Of course as you suggested, I'm always a slut for ideas with"oh shit I ran to this guy to help me and he's ALSO crazy, now they're teaming up and I'm in some weird shared/poly situation with TWO nutjobs". Lmao you go to Bruce concerned about Kal and Bruce goes to confront him and Clark just drops "did you know Y/N has been hiding self harm cuts under their hero suit also wow they smoke HELLA weed and im worried about their lungs and all the stuff they do when they're alone that no one else knows about 🥺" and suddenly here's Bruce " thanks i hate this actually :)" and there's a scheme concted to spy on you or move you elsewhere.

I've even thought of "Reader oh nooOoooOo, that, giant monster or villain attack or whatever also coincidentally destroyed your shitty little apartment complex? You mean Clark 'accidently' got sent flying into your building or smacked some giant creature into it and now you don't have a place to live? And you're broke too? Oh no 🥺 Well, BATMAN has this nice big house with lots of room in for you to stay toooootally 'temporarily', we PROMISE uwu"

Batman is the one who can put a tracking chip injected into your skin or even disguised as a filling in one of your teeth, and Superman is the one who can zoom off to rescue you/retrieve you "faster than a speeding bullet". I think one of the only people who could bring them down together at that point would be like. Fucking DARKSEID and, Jesus no, you definitely don't want HIM treating you as a pet 😭 the evil Batman that was brainwashed by him in the Apokolips War movie was scary enough (and scary HOT, lmao, let him keep me as some sort of prize and the only luxury Darkseid will allow him as a reward for his obedience. Lord Batman goes from having a meeting talking about like enslaving people to returning to his quarters and railing tf outta you because he's still holding onto some slim vestiges of humanity where he cares about you but also using you as his personal anti stress fuck toy)

[aangelinakii]

JUSTICE LEAGUE ROMANCE TROPES.

characters written about in this piece: bruce wayne, clark kent, diana prince, barry allen, oliver queen, dinah lance

note : i LOVED this idea so much i literally like it is literally 5 in the morning i wrote it in an hour i was so hyped !! hopefully it was what you were asking for, thanks for requesting !

BRUCE WAYNE — grumpy x sunshine

okay you guys saw this coming. he's literally batman, and there's a lot of debate about whether or not batman is the real persona,, so NATURALLY i think a grumpy x sunshine thing would go well with him. i did also read somewhere that his sexuality is villains, but who says a villain can't be happy go lucky ???? wait because i literally feel a fic coming up... batman x golden retriever!villain like... ????? but it's like, batman / bruce is known as just this rain cloud, no emotion, but with you he just melts and his heart grows warm, as does his tough exterior. he's used to having a family now, going through failed relationships (whore lol) but meeting you is just different. has he been dating the wrong people all his life ?

CLARK KENT — strangers to lovers

a romance blossoms with clark as a chance encounter. two tired office workers caught in the rain, the bus is late, they agree to flag down a taxi and share one together, but fuck you've forgotten your wallet (just your luck) so clark insists it's okay that he can pay, but you're not leaving that easy, you ask for his business card so you can call him when you're free to pay him back (you say you'll pay him half, but you actually pay him full). when you meet him again, you either ask to meet halfway at a park somewhere, or go up to the daily planet. "just in case a situation like this ever happens again" clark asks for your card too, but instead just calls you one night as you're eating a takeaway in front of your tv to (really shyly) ask you if you're seeing anyone and if you'd like him to take you out sometime :)))

DIANA PRINCE — "who did this to you?"

I JUST SCREAMed at protective!diana LIKE ???? i was going through pinterest looking for ideas to help and i saw this microtrope and i was like yes this is the one. like imagine heavily injured / on the brink of death, laying in a hospital bed or in the infirmary of the jl station, and your lover ( / friend / enemy / ????? ) diana storms in maddd as hell and shés like "who did this to you??? are you okay??? what happened??? more importantly who tf hurt you ????" so you tell her, and she spends some time with you, but as soon as your eyes begin to droop closed, she is Gone. diana isn't one to kill i don't think, she tries to see the good in everybody, but this person hurt you. maybe death isn't what's coming for them, but she'll make sure it counts.

BARRY ALLEN — best friends to lovers

what better way to form a romantic relationship with someone, than through a platonic friendship with them? barry knows you like the back of his hand, you know him like the back of yours. you've watched each other go through relationship after relationship, always wondering why your heart droops at the news of a new person in the mix, slightly altering your dynamic, but pings up again once it finds out the relationship had sizzled out. there was something aching between you, but that was just what friendships were like, right ? so why didn't you feel it with anyone else ? it turned into something more when external people began noticing too, asking if you were already dating,, and it became more obvious that perhaps your friendship could be something else.

OLIVER QUEEN — flirt x oblivious

ollie queen is a crippling flirt. he's used to a mere wink sending the ladies whirling, add an "oh yeah?" to the end of his sentence and he can see the dust of a blush along someone's cheeks. he knows the ins and outs. so why can't he flirt with you ??? WHY WONT YOU BLUSH ??? OR EVEN FLIRT BACK ??? you're oblivious !!!! he will compliment your appearance, the way you fight in battle, the way you spar (and purposely pin you down, but get off with a huff when you chuckle and say he's got you down already, no need to keep you there). he starts spending so much time with you, offering himself up to go on patrol / missions just so he can spend time bugging you. but it starts getting too much, until he realises he can't say a word around you. why is he getting tongue tied ?? he doesn't ?? oh god *gag* he.. likes you ???? it isn't until now, with him being more nervous around you, beginning to actually avoid you, that you start to notice.

DINAH LANCE — rivals to lovers

when i say rivals i don't mean properly pitting against each other, not by any means,, i mean say you're also in the justice league as well, a hero, whatever you like,,,, whenever you're put together on a mission together, it's a competition between who can take out the most bad guys, save the most innocents, who gets there the fastest etc. it's technically friendly bants but there's some competitiveness behind it that isn't exactly fake. you're friends / acquaintances for sure, but what happens when a kiss is on the stakes ??? "person who takes out the most of joker's henchmen gets a kiss from the winner"

[yanderismo]

I just came here to leave my absurd desire to read a Yandere platonic Clark Kent from the Smallville series😭😭😭😭😭😭. Bruh, I haven't even watched the series, but I dream about this man. Just imagine being his sister or best friend that he wants to protect. He won't let you go, you're both family. And that little face of his kills me😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

[yeetus-feetus]

Because the foster system is absolute shit, and I'd imagine Gotham's foster system is probs 10x worse, I've had an idea.

We know Stephanie's baby is not Tim's. But we also know Tim was willing to step up and help with the baby regardless, we know he was there for the baby's delivery too.

We also know Stephanie is not ready for a child, and that's okay. She was still basically a child herself at the time and she also feared for her babies safety if she ever was to keep it. It's okay for her to choose to give it up.

But I propose maybe Tim is the one who gets too attached here. And he's confused with himself because this child isn't even his. But he loved Stephanie, he still does though it's platonic now, and I just think he'd see that baby and immediately love it just as much.

And Tim knows he could never take this baby on just by himself, and Stephanie would never let him because again, their jobs are too dangerous.

Tim is also aware of how trash the foster system is, especially in Gotham.

So I'm imagining Tim somehow convinces Ma and Pa Kent to raise this little girl, because he can't imagine anyone else more trustworthy and qualified.

They're always down for a new kid. Ma had wanted a large family all her life, but unfortunately she was never able to have kids of her own. Clark was a miracle sent to her from above and Kon was a blessing in disguise, Ma thanks the powers that be for the chance to raise both boys.

But the Kent's have never had a daughter, and I feel like they would welcome this baby in with open arms. A little girl for them raise and dress up, and Ma's already started crocheting her a cute little cardigan.

And I think Stephanie was more worried than her child's safety than anything else too, so I think she would feel a lot less anxious handing the baby over to the Kents.

Like think of the story potential of the Kent's raising this little girl. She's safe away from all the vigilantism, and she has a normal childhood with two stable parents, just like her mother wanted for her. And then the heartbreak of that vigilante lifestyle still finding this girl despite all this anyways.

Just imagine how devestating a storyline that could be. You sacrifice a relationship with this child so she can have a better life, and it's all for nothing, because there's your little girl in a Kevlar suit swinging from the rooftops.

It was inevitable really, vigilantism is in her blood. Gotham is in her blood.

It doesn't matter that all she's known are the rolling fields of farmland, the soft embrace of a small country town, Gotham is still something living and breathing inside of her, and no one from Gotham can ever truly leave.

And you can't even be mad at the people who raised her, you can't fault them for this because they have done everything within their power, they've been good parents.

All Stephanie can do is despair. Because Tim promised her, he promised this child would never have to know the struggles of their own lives.

Her daughter will never be safe on the crumbling rooftops of this cursed city.

But here she is anyways, despite all efforts and sacrifice.

Also I feel like, if this girl is raised by the Kent's, when she does eventually come back it will be much easier for her to build up a real relationship with her mother when they reconnect. Because as someone with complicated family, I feel like it's very common for a child to want to seek out their bio-parents even if the parents who raised them were super loving and caring.

Sometimes you find your bio-parent/s and you regret ever looking for them, regret ever asking the people who raised you to help you find them. But other times you get welcomed back with open arms, wet apologies, and a good reason for why they gave you away.

I just think it'd be something nice to explore. More representation ig. Like all of Bruce's kids have known their parents before being adopted. But we've never gotten to explore what it's like for a lot of people who never even knew their bio-parents.

I mean sure, we got a glimpse of that desperation to fill the feeling of a missing piece with Jason, but we all know how that ended for him. His mother was a really bad person, and she's the reason he ends up 6feet under.

But I really want representation that shows not all parents who give up their kids are bad people. Some of them are actually doing what's best for that child because they have the maturity to understand that they wouldn't be able to provide a safe and stable environment for a kid. They're puting the child's needs first.

And I'd really like to see the struggle of a child who's only known the people raising her as her parents and despite how good they are, still feel like something is missing.

[blue-sadie]

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lost Boys

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: After Jonathan Lane Kent wipes himself from existence by canceling his own timeline, he finds himself stuck in the afterlife where he meets Jason Todd. He still wonders about the life un-lived on Earth, and how his parents would've felt about him.

Jason Todd, who is making the most of being dead, struggles with the reality of what he's left behind. He has one wish and one wish only: to send his family one final message.

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent (Laney), Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Boston Brand, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, John Constantine, Raven, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Relationships: Platonic JayLaney

Additional Tags: Angst, Platonic Relationships, Magical Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Queerplatonic Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, POV Multiple

Chapter Eleven: Fast Car (Laney's POV)

The night before we got to Gotham, Jason lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. I knew how much Bruce meant to him. "Dick?" Jason whispered. Dick didn't answer. "Jason? You should get some rest," I whispered. Jason shook his head. "Please?" Jason lay his head on my chest, and he mouthed something over and over again, but he wouldn't say it out loud. I wished that he would say it out loud just so I could know what it was. I placed my hand on the back of his head. He continued to mouth it over and over again until he was too tired to continue. "Jason? What are you asking for?" I questioned. He didn't answer. I felt the weight of his upper body against my chest as he breathed. Jason was almost at peace. I clutched the back of his hair in my hand, and he mumbled, "Ma." He thought I was Catherine. I didn't know what to say, so I let go of his hair, and I hoped that he'd sleep through the night. I saw the sun come up and watched as Dick awakened. Jason rolled over and sat up. "Dick, I'm driving. You've got minutes to get ready," Jason grumbled before getting out of bed. He gathered his things and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Dick. Dick groaned and pushed a hand through his hair. "Lane, don't let him drive if he didn't sleep through the night, okay?" Dick mumbled. I liked that Dick spoke to me even though he couldn't see or hear me.

Once they were all done getting ready, Jason started driving the last few hours to Gotham. Dick fell asleep in the car after an hour on the road, allowing us to talk. "Jason?" I whispered. He ignored me. "Jason, are you still angry with him?" "Yes, Lane..." Jason rubbed the pads of his fingers against the fresh stubble on his cheek. He looked so different from the boy I knew, but I knew he was still in there. "Why don't you tell me what you're thinking for once?" I knew he wasn't being mean. He was just tense. "I'm worried about you. I just want things to go—." "Lane, I'll be fine... I wanna talk about you. I know you know everything about me. I wanna know something about you. What do you want?" Jason interrupted. I looked out of Dick's window. "I want my dad to hug me. I don't want to ask him. I just want him to hug me because he wants to... And I want to see my mom up close," I replied, "I want to see what I could've had in them." "Laney, the wrong one came back... And I mean it, Lane," Jason whispered. I wanted to say that I disagreed, that I wasn't jealous, but I would've been lying. I was the one who wanted a second chance. Jason didn't even want to be alive again, and there he was. I begged Jason to try and find a way to come back with me. I floated back into the backseat. "Lane? Are you okay?" Jason asked. "You didn't want to leave there... I asked you all the time, and you refused to even imagine it with me. All I would ask is for you to imagine that we were alive, imagine what it would be like to grow old, and you didn't want to," I replied. I couldn't mask the hurt in my voice. "I didn't ask to be resurrected, Lane—." "I know! You never asked for anything! You would've flown and swim and ate dinner with your mom every day for an eternity! You had everything you wanted, and I've never been able to have anything! It's not fair!" I snapped. "And ever since you came back, all you've done is complain!" "There's nothing left for me here! They moved on! I barely knew Dick, Bruce got a new Robin, I can barely sleep at night because I wake up feeling trapped—. I don't want to live, Laney! There is nothing for me to live for!" Jason screamed at me. Dick sat up and looked at him. "What's wrong?" Dick asked. Jason held a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. "What do you mean you don't want to live?"

I covered my face. I immediately regretted letting my jealousy get the best of me like that. I didn't want to hurt Jason. "I was dead," Jason whispered, "And I come back in the worst way possible to do what? Force my way back into a family that's doing just fine without me? Lane, I'm sorry. I know you should've been the one—." "Jason, no, I didn't mean—." "No, it's okay. I shouldn't—." "Neither of you deserved to die. You both should be happy and alive, and there will always be places for you both. No one can replace family," Dick whispered. I started to cry, and Jason did too. I hugged my knees and looked out the window. "You were both just kids..." Neither of us could speak for the rest of the ride to Gotham. The road to the manor was long and winding. At the top of the hill behind the iron gate stood Jason's home. "Dick, Lane, I'm gonna go in by myself first... Okay?" Jason asked. "Jason, tell Dick that I'll sit next to him in the front seat if he wants to talk," I mumbled. Jason nodded and relayed the message. He got out of the car, and Dick and I watched as he knocked on the front door. A man answered the door and fell to his knees. "That's Bruce," Dick whispered. Bruce pulled himself back up and embraced Jason. "Thanks for looking after my brother... If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know." I bit my nails as I watched Jason go into the manor with Bruce and shut the door. My job was done. He didn't need me anymore.

[sailxdia]

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☄️ Fandoms 🚀

Batman — The Animated Series & Gotham Knights (VG)

Castlevania — Animation

Lucifer

Constantine

Welcome Home

Nexomon

Ace Attorney

Name — Specifics

this list can fluctuate and will change at random. Anything of active interest should be here but don't fear asking about others. I might not be into it now but I might get into it because of you!

☄️ Ships 🚀

Bruce Wayne x Batman — Batman {Primarily in BTAS & Gotham Knights (VG) }

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Lucifer — Batman {Primarily Gotham Knights (VG) } / Lucifer

Constantine x Lucifer — Constantine / Lucifer

Dream of the Endless x Lucifer — ??? Comics

Dean Winchester x John Constantine — Supernatural / Hellblazer

Trevor Belmont x Dracula — Castlevania { Animation }

Slade Wilson x Nightwing — DC

Raven x Robin — Teen Titans

Name x Name — Source { extra deets }

Not all of my ships but similar to fandoms are the ones of my active interest at the moment. mostly here to help give people something to grab at for games and prompts

☄️ F/Os 🚀

Romantic { 🌌 } Familial — { 🌈 } Platonic — { 🌕 } Adversarial — { 🌩 }

{ 🌌 } Batman — Batman (BTAS & Gotham Knights)

{ 🌌 } Bruce Wayne — Batman (BTAS & Gotham Knights)

{ 🌌 } Trevor Belmont — Castlevania (Animation)

{ 🌌 } Wally Darling — Welcome Home

{ 🌌 } Keisuke Jin — Kamen Rider X

{ 🌌 } Slade Wilson — DC

{ 🌌 } Fenrir — Nexomon

{ 🌌 } Karl Heisenberg — Resident Evil Village

{ 🌌 🌈 } Ishtar — Vampire the Masquerade

{ 🌌 } Alphonse Frankenstein - Victoria's Electric Coffin

{ 🌈 } Lucifer — Lucifer

{ 🌈 } Metta — Nexomon

{ 🌈 } Ziegler — Nexomon

{ 🌕 } Oliver Queen — Arrow

{ 🌕 } Clark Kent — Superman (STAS & Gotham Knights)

{ 🌕 } Zetta — Nexomon

{ 🌩 } Sally Scarlet — Welcome Home

{ x } Name — Source

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Trainer Ebon — Pokémon — #x si ebon pkm Vampire Ebon — Vampire the Masquerade — #x si ebon vtm Trainer Dominic — Pokémon — #x si dominic pkm Vampire Dominic — Vampire the Masquerade — #x si dominic vtm Name — Source — #tag

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WIP Summaries/Idea/Song Inspiration

Green: Already published (links included)

Red: Current WIP

Strikethrough = To Be Determined (AKA I have no idea yet but I'm working on it)

Universes and Characters

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Matt Murdock

Thor

Joaquin Torres

Peter Parker (TASM)

DC

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Superman/Clark Kent

Rick Flag

Harley Quinn (Platonic/bestie adventures with Harls)

DIVERGENT

Four/Tobias Eaton: Song Insp: Walking the Wire by Imagine Dragons

Eric Coulter: Song Insp: Natural by Imagine Dragons (publishing PREVIEW September 30, 2022) {9/26/2022 Note: While I wished I would have published the whole story by the 30th, I'll only be posting a preview. Not happy with what I wrote until now, so I'll be rewriting}

Peter Hayes: Song Insp: Demons by Imagine Dragons

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

TOP GUN MAVERICK

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia: Song Insp: More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress & Love You Like the Movies by Anthem Lights (publishing September 30, 2022)

Javy "Coyote" Machado: Song Insp: Cheerleader by OMI

CE & SS Characters

Ransom Drysdayle (Knives Out)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Jefferson/Mad Hatter (OUAT)

Chris Beck (The Martian)

Carter Baizen (Gossip Girl)

Blaine (Hot Tub Time Machine)

X-MEN

Magneto

Alex Summers

Wolverine

[anxiousnerdwritings]

(Part 1) zoydzlhfxfzmbdd BRUH. BRUH. BRUH. your writing is phenomenal! Like, can I get the number of the Demon you sold your soul to for writing talent? Because ugh its so fucking good. I love your concepts and headcanons and they're always so in character and fit so well with each yandere like a terrifying PBJ sandwich 🥪. If you're not busy, can I get some uh platonic yandere Superman? Like, just imagine him adopting a dumbass vigilante reader and getting uber protective when he realises

Yandere Platonic!Superman/Clark Kent x Daughter!Reader

Once Clark meets you as your vigilante persona and sees how reckless and careless you really are, he just knows he has to take you in as his own. He's not like Bruce who will gradually get to the point of taking you under his wing and bringing you into the family, no Clark rushes in head first, much like yourself. Now, he knows you're not of legal adopting age but the doesn't keep him from deciding henceforth you will be his daughter.

When Clark does make his fateful visit, your fate was already decided before he even got to your apartment complex. He either got the address from Bruce or from one of the many nights he followed you home, just to ensure you got back safely and without incident. Speaking of which, he'll have to have talk with you about how you late you come home, barely leaving any time for you to get a restful amount of sleep.

Once you open the door and see Superman in all his superhero glory (he didn't even bother changing) you don't have enough time before he's already inside your apartment, looking around and taking everything in. It's obvious that you're a broke college student just by how bare and empty the place is. You're still babbling on about how he found you and what the hell's going on. Clark already thinks this place isn't good enough for you by any means. Looking through your cupboards only to find cup'o'noodles, peanut butter and RedBull. Yeah this isn't going to fly with him. He's surprised you've made it this far on your own, but now you don't have to survive by yourself cause Clark's here now.

You won't be able to talk your way out of anything with Clark, if he has his mind already set on something then that's what he's gonna go with. You'll be packed up and moved into his house in no time, probably the same night he comes to your apartment. You're pretty sure you're being kidnapped and you are, but Clark's just taking his daughter home. He's too delusional and too far gone to see his actions as anything other than what they are and to him, he's taking care of his precious baby girl and making sure your needs are met.

If you have a job, Clark will be there especially if it's a job like being a cashier, server, or something of the sort. He'll drop by to check in on you and make sure everything's going well. He doesn't necessarily like you working, he and Lois could take care of you, but it is a proud moment to see his Daughter being responsible and doing grown up things. He'll take sneaky photos of you while your working just to send them to Lois or Bruce, bragging about how well you're working and how much of a little worker bee you are. All the while you're having an existential crisis about this strange man who keeps referring to himself as your Dad and how he basically kidnapped you the day before, after not even meeting him for the first time.

Speaking of Lois, she and the rest of the Superfamily have already been well aware of Clark bringing you home, he hadn't stopped talking about leading up to the day he actually brought you home. Lois was hesitant and apprehensive about at first but once he brought you home, she saw exactly what Clark had seen in you. In that moment she accepted that this was the best choice for you. You're still very much in a panic over the whole thing especially when you're all sitting at the dinner table and everyone's acting like this is what you've all been doing for years, being completely normal and not uttering a word about what all has gone down in the last few days.

If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, you won't anymore after Clark finds out. He won't allow you to date at any age, you're going to stay his precious baby girl. He can't fathom the thought of you getting married or having kids, not that he's opposed to grandkids, he just is opposed to everything leading up to grandkids. He wants to keep in his mind that you're his pure and innocent daughter and that no one has tainted you or anything. If you've already had intimate relationships, it would be best to keep that to yourself.

Clark is always listening to your heart beat, keeping track of even the smallest changes in the rhythmic beating. He'll use his x-ray vision while you're both out on patrol to check for any internal damage or injuries. God forbid if he finds any, you're being rushed to the hospital right away, no ifs, ands, or buts. He'll stay with you the whole time. Now if Clark knows who hurt you or even the slightest inkling they're a goner. He'll track them down and beat them to a pulp, maybe even killing them in the process.

Clark probably has a parenting book about How to Raise a Daughter. He'll take advice from Lois, Kara and Karen but he'll usually go with his gut. He'll treat you a lot like a toddler or middle schooler than an actually college aged person. When you're old enough to drink, he'll probably have a heart attack. Clark just can't take the thought of you going to a bar and getting drunk and then the thought of some grubby drunk person hitting on you or making you feel uncomfortable just gets him all kinds of angry. Lois would be the voice of reason, telling you to date and to go out and have fun but to be safe about it, while Clark is off to the side with his arms crossed and huffing like a child who didn't get his way. If you do go out, Clark will follow whether as Superman or where some ridiculous disguise.

God forbid if you actually do sneak out and go on dates behind his back, Clark will feel both betrayed and upset. He'll pull that "I'm not mad, just disappointed" card on you and you'll probably feel like a piece of shit for making him upset. But then you remember that this man KIDNAPPED YOU and MADE YOU HIS DAUGHTER!!!! But the psychological aspect of being told that you disappointed someone does hit deep and you'll probably come around to apologizing to him and promising him you won't do it again. He'll use that on you a lot to make you more compliant.

If you do have your own REAL family and you're close with them, Clark will probably orchestrate something to get rid of them. Like some sort of weird accident or putting the blame on a specific villain. He was just a little too late to save them and he'll hold you as you collapse into his arms crying. As much as it kills Clark to see you hurting, it had to be done. He'll be right by your side the whole time, even at the funeral he'll be right there for you. You won't feel alone with Clark around, he'll make sure of it. If you want space Clark will hesitantly give it to you, but he's using his super hearing and x-ray vision to make sure you're okay, periodically checking in on you using his powers. You don't know what all you've gotten thrown into and you won't be able to claw your way out of it, it's just best to play along and keep the facade going on. Who knows maybe you'll believe sooner or later, maybe you'll become just as delusional as your "dad", if only.

[allgremlinart]

look Bruce will never be bi in canon but hypothetical canon bi Bruce?? Hilarious. Tragic. I am looking at all of his interactions with Clark differently now.

For ex: Clark being the only straight one in the Trinity? hilarious.

Also: Bruce being the family friend who everyone (except Clark) can tell is in non-platonic love with Clark Kent his straight bff..., yeah. yeah Bruce makes sm more sense when you consider that he's been hopelessly pining after his straight best friends for decades.

Like he's the guy who never comes out not cus he's hiding it but cus he just genuinely doesnt feel a need to so when the day comes he gets inevitably outed by an ex or something I can just imagine all his family and friends being like :0 like ohh... your behavior makes sm more sense now...

[robinrequiems]

no capes fluff damijon ( &friends! )hcs!

jon leaves damian notes in his locker everyday, Damian stores them in a box!

they both casually skate around at parks at night to destress from school

Jon’s glowup🥵

jon totally crashes damians galas all the time bc he knows damain hates them and is lonely

tai pham and dami are in the art club

jon has been in everythint. basketball soccer track volleyball tennis. everything. he has played every single sport ( not in the same school year, but over the course ) Damian goes to energy every single game

jon has the classic good boy look

their friendship group goes off and skips to go to the beach

they are horrible influences on jon(‘:

maya and dami have matching piercings! Colin also has one but nearly passed out when the needle went through his ear

tai is a menace to society. he has the worst study habits and would rather make fun of jon for his crush on damian

I forgot to mention, the love notes started as soon as freshmen (9th) year started, they didn’t start dating til the end of sophomore year (10th).

their fights are really petty. Damian will ignore jon while also feeding jon baby carrots because dames doesn’t like baby carrots ( he thinks they’re wimpy ) but jon loves them (:

Damian gets migraines sometimes, jon nornally has a hoodie on ( it always surprises damian thay jons lowkey buff bc the hoodies always hides him ) so he would take it off abs give it to damian so he could put the hood on to block the light.

Jon’s mom makes damian some of his favorite food, ‘forcing’ him to come over

talia similarity does the same thing with Jon

talia scares jon, lois scares Damian, damian would & could take clark in a Fight. damian never fails to say that. much to Jon’s dismay

jon and Damian’s cooking for ma kent when she was sick!

Jon’s fluffy hair that jon loves to have ruffled. jon sometimes just drops his head to Damian’s shoulder to have it ruffled or bends down

Jon shot up like a tree, don’t you dare fight me on that, he used to BONK his head on top of door frames ( damian would also laugh before grabbing him ice )

jon STRUGGLED asking damian out, damian knew jon liked him ( but he’s a menace to society ), but he wanted jon to actually realize he liked him

nothing changed when they started dating, they just kissed a lil bit on the lips

jon kinda platonically kisses a lot of his friends on the top of their heads.

jon has real close relationships with all his friends, that’s just how he is, he’s a real touchy person and loves physical contact. damian had to get used to that and had trouble with it at first. Jon knows that sometimes damain wants to be touched and sometimes he doesn’t

damian just glaring at jon fron across the room because he wants cuddles

game night with friends goes as horribly as you can imagine!

so do shopping trips:’)

[sif-the-tsunami]

The Boy of Summer

Hey, @luna-aestas​ remember when I promised you a Clark Kent fic? I think the theme was Taming... maybe?

Well here you go.

Inspired by the Ataris cover of the Boys of Summer

Summary: Clark Kent sees a vision of his past. Takes place after Justice League, so if you haven’t watched that prepare for minor spoilers.

Warnings: parental neglect, teenager shenanigans, running away, mostly fluff

pairing Clark Kent x Summer (OFC)

Word count: >1400

I saw a ghost today while I was out on a coffee break from the Daily Planet. Probably not an actual ghost, although I can’t be sure anymore. Things have been different ever since… well. My own death, I guess. I would have to reach out of my mom tonight and find out what happened to our neighbors.

But I saw her, I feel it in my bones. Summer. Sometimes my world doesn’t feel real, like I’m watching it through someone’s eyes that aren’t my own. Its hard to reconcile your own mortality when you have been mostly invulnerable for your entire life. But there she was, wearing the RayBan style sunglasses she was known for back when I knew her well. Her long dark hair was pulled back, I couldn’t see any glimpses of silver or anything. She looked as beautiful now as she did in my memories, sliding out of the driver’s seat of a black convertible Cadillac. Just like when we were in Smallville.

It felt like several lifetimes ago when we would drive around together after school or during the school breaks. She had driven herself from Los Angeles to come live with her aunt and uncle shortly after she turned sixteen. I was fifteen at the time, but my god, she just seemed like a woman to me. The girls around here had an innocence to them that Summer must have had taken away from her too young. She had spent a week, sleeping in parking lots and eating cheap fast food whenever she could get it to make it our here. Now in my thirties, I still can’t imagine what she went though to get to this tiny farming community. Her family introduced her do us the following weekend after she had settled in.

I remember the outfit she wore like it had been yesterday. She had bright red Chuck’s, black with thin gray pin strips and a Blink 182 shirt. Her right arm had a couple tattoos already, and one on her ankle. She shook my mom and dad’s hands like she was one of us her entire life. I don’t know why I thought she would be soft, but she wasn’t.

After dinner that night, I asked her about the tattoos. She gave me a half smile, and just replied that you can get away with a lot when your parents are too busy getting high to give a damn about what you were up to.  

I remember when her birthday came up that year, we had gotten her tickets to a concert in Saint Louis. Her eyes watered when she opened the card. She practically tackled me when she wrapped her arms around my neck saying thank you.

We drove through the back country highways, mooing at cows and listening to the play lists she had made for her drive to Smallville. She never made me feel stupid even though I wasn’t as worldly as she was. All these years later, whenever I hear “Rock Show,” I can’t help but think about that day. Watching her bounce around and get lifted up to crowd surf. I fell in love with her that night. This was where she belonged, unlike me. I felt like an outsider but it was just nice to see her this happy.

On the drive home, she had me take a turn behind the wheel. She fell asleep with her head in my lap. I played with her hair and just enjoyed the quiet of the road. We stopped for a little while outside of Wichita Kansas, where we laid on the backseat of her car, using our hoodies as blankets. I remember that she fell asleep with her head on my chest, and I rubbed her shoulders until I dozed off myself. I don’t think her platonic cuddles were meant to inspire the thoughts I had that night, but I found myself in the future dreaming of the smell of her shampoo and thinking of how she felt against me.

She and I stayed friends until the day someone claiming to be her father showed up and wanted to take her back Riverside. She was polite, calm even. However, when she told her uncle and aunt that she was going to drive over to our farm to say goodbye after dinner, she had already packed up her bags and put them in the trunk of the Cadillac. She came by for a moment, and told me her plan. In two days she would turn eighteen so she justified that she would just vanish. She had saved a lot of money working at a diner in town so she would be able to get set up in a new place without too much struggling. My mother heard the conversation and started crying almost immediately.

“Mrs Kent, please don’t. I promise, I’ll be safe. But I can’t go back there. I would rather be by myself than live with them again, I would be essentially be alone with really expensive rent.”

My mom gave her a quilt and a cast iron skillet, hugging her close. Summer thanked her with tears in her eyes. Dad gave her a hug as well. I walked her out to her car, gently placing the blanket and skillet in her passenger seat. I wrapped my arms around her and for the first time she feels small to me. “I love you, Summer. Please don’t leave, you could just disappear for a couple days and come back like nothing happened, we won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know Clark, I love you too. Just not the way you want me to.” She said gently touching my face. “You have been so good to me, and I will never forget that. Thank you. I can’t stay, my parents will never let us be okay.”

Before she took off, she left me with a stack of CDs that she had burned. Purple, pink and bright green discs with the songs we sang together as we drove around getting into trouble. 

“Don’t tell them where I’m going, Clark. They can’t know.” She got into the driver’s seat and took off in the wrong direction. A couple of hours later, her father, uncle and aunt came to collect her. We told them that she had been over to say goodbye but we didn’t know where she had gone. Maybe she needed to get road trip snacks?

They searched all around town for her, even venturing into Dodge City, but she had a long enough head start to get away from her father. Three days later, one of our friends found that old Cadillac with a Black Flag sticker on the back at a used car dealership in Topeka. Summer was gone and we had no idea how to find her because she didn’t want to be found. A couple months later, she would call her family in town but the calls started to go away after a while. There was a rumor she was working as a stripper in Kansas City but no one ever had the evidence to back it up. She taught me how to vanish without a trail and I used those lessons well after I had also departed.

Maybe this vision of Summer I thought I saw was just my mind trying to give myself some closure. I had missed her, and while I sometimes thought I could her heart beating in the distance, I knew if she wanted me to find her, she would have found me first. She was just that kind of lady.

The woman I thought might have been Summer returned to her black Cadillac, she was smiling and looked as radiant as ever. We locked eyes through the window, and for a moment, I think my ghost is real. Under the leather jacket she’s wearing peeks out the Blink 182 t-shirt she had gotten at the concert we went to. Even if she’s just a figment of my imagination, I feel like it’s Summer telling me she is okay where ever she is.