Cringing With A Book

Bonus : like cats and dogs, wolves carry their pups by the loose skin at the backs of their necks, their scruff, and so do werewolves :}

Ofc this makes Harry’s instincts very conflicted since Snape’s telling him to get off , stop being clingy, stop being close, but he’s holding Harry like Harry’s his kid … at least to Harry’s werewolf brain …

Full piece

bruce gets so embarrassed once he’s back in his own body, but what he doesn’t know is that the kids all fight over who gets the comfort of Papa Bat cuddles.

So my kind thing is I freaking LOVE her variability and ability as a writer. She can write a sweet little thing about Bruce being comforted by Clark and switch to some very spicy smut in the blink of an eye. It takes incredible talent and creativity to do that and I appreciate her content so much. Bee if you’re reading this I’m sorry that shit happened to you. Not only do you not deserve that, but also you shouldn’t let it get you down bc those people are sad loser assholes who should go eat a handful of Carolina reapers.

@superman-creampieing-batman

@scissorscitygirl

@madsbizadv

He figured it out when he was being fitted for his uniform and tried on a skirt for the first time and absolutely hated it and how it made him feel girly. How sharing a dorm with girls made him feel like the odd one out, like he wasn't supposed to be there. He was never actually like a girl growing up and he prefers it that way.

Are you a strict top Clark bottom Bruce or do you like reading both bc like there is so much potential for bottom Clark imo but like totally get bottom Bruce too, I once started to work where they were both bottom and they just fucked themselves on a double ended dildo and it was super good lol

(by the way, same question for Dom!Clark and Sub!Bruce) (I once read a work for another fandom with a Dom bottom and a sub who was also a bottom, and the sub was BEGGING the dom to fuck him and the dom was like “no this is about my pleasure now be a good boy” it was also super good and I think that would be great superbat)

Once again, love the 90% stuff you put out and even if I don’t personally I love it YOU do and that’s all that matters, I hope you have a great day or night and please don’t go bald<3

I totally get it, to each their own!

But I’m afraid to say I absolutely can NOT read anything with bottom Clark/ sub Clark. I genuinely can’t see him as anything but a top 😅

And in the same vein, no matter who he’s with, Bruce HAS to be a bottom. In fact, all of the bats are bottoms, and of story. There’s no world where I’ll accept anything different lol

Sorry if this breaks your heart, babe!

I have a really good sub!Dami rec if you want it, it has a really sweet confession of love and everything<3333

but I saw in your tags once you've read rangers apprentice 👀

do you have any will + halt headcanons to share

OHHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO (you’ve activated smth in me i fear:3)

We have two categories: fluff and angst

Fluff:

Halts voice is smooth and Baritone and Will finds is so incredibly relaxing. Whenever Will isn’t sleeping bc stress or insomnia Halt will just talk about nothing and five minutes later Will is out like a light. (Halt has weaponized this before and will do it again)

Halt gets cuteness aggression with Tug and Will especially when they are together. Once Will accidentally fell asleep on Tug during the early days of his apprenticeship and Halt had to take a lap to not coo and smile at him. (Will was still yelled at)

Cassandra and George helped Will get a tutor so he could learn Hibernian to surprise Halt. He was keeping it a secret until Father’s Day, (I don’t know if that exists in that universe, but let’s just say it does for plot) but turns out Halt is a lot more open about things when he thinks no one understands him. So Will is put through the torture of Halt saying nice things about him to his face under the guise of “complainingin a language he can’t understand.” When Will eventually says his little speech to Halt, he absolutely does not tear up but if his voice sounds a little rougher than normal that’s no one’s goddamn business.

Okay now suffer:)

Angst:

After the whole warmweed thing Will developed a fear of falling asleep. He was terrified of losing more time, of falling asleep and never waking back up, that something else would pilot his body like addiction once did. He would pretend to fall asleep and then stare up at his ceiling. He would even do more of the quick and quiet chores if he thought could get away with it. Halt finds out one day when Will has a crisis and hallucinates when training. He finds Will hiding in the hollow of a tree biting his hand bloody to try and stop the noises and sobs coming out of him. Will’s eyes were glassy and far away; Halt may not be a doctor but he knew his boy wasn’t here right now in his mind. He starts singing a lullaby his mother sang to him, and his inches closer until Will allows him to touch the shaking boy. He runs his hand through the boys hair and coaxes him from his frankly brilliant hiding place. Will ends up in his lap, shaking, as Halt rocks him back and forth until sleep drags him under. He slept for 36 hours and they have a long talk after. That’s when Halt noticed the effects his voice had on the boy.

Halt wouldn’t say he’s scared of water, he can’t be with a job like his, but he needed to prepare himself before swimming so that certain memories wouldn’t float to the surface. He’s fine okay? Okay. Well one day, his stupid fucking “friends” at the ranger gathering grab him and throw him into the lake. He tried to escape the memories, truly he did, but he swore he felt something pushing him down. Suddenly everything he had drilled into him, everything that he had drilled into his apprentices gone. He was panicking and taking in huge gulps of water also he tried to breathe underwater. He didn’t know what to do, he was going to die, he was going to die he suddenly felt something grab him and start dragging him. He tried to fight against it, but the force was too strong. He mentally prepared to be dragged down to the oceans depth when the dragging pulled him not under but above the surface. He gasped and took huge gulping breaths. He felt hands all over his body doing god knows what, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He stared up at the sky knowing he was alive and just breathed a sigh of relief. Two faces came into his field of vision, mouths moving, saying something. God he just didn’t care; he was going to take a nap. He woke up dry in his tent with his boys passed out next to him wrapped in both their cloaks. He immediately deduced what had happened and thank his wonderful children for helping him. He kisses them on their foreheads and smiles. He had the best goddamn kids

(this one’s short because it’s past my bedtime and I’m tired) When Abelard dies Tug pseudo adopts Halt and while they don’t have the same magic bond a ranger and his horse has, Tug has a penchant for knowing when Halt is think about Abelard, and while always come up next to him with a brush or some treats. It doesn’t erase the pain, but it helps and he knows the Abelard was the one that taught Tug that exactly foot shuffle only his late friend did whenever he wanted extra treats. The first time Tug did it after Abelard died Halt broke down in tears and laughter for his late best friend. (Crowley can go get fucked:p)(just kidding I love him I swear)

Some of these became drabbles and I’m sorry but like the instinct in me is strong lol

Harry has been living with Snape as his legal guardian for a while, and whilst he hasn’t been punished, clear rules haven’t been set either. Harry has not a single instance of survival instincts in his body, so he decides to start pushing boundaries with pranks(rip Severus I’m so sorry)

Now, knowing what he knows about Severus and his background with bullying, alongside Harry’s own background with it, he doesn’t want to do anything truly mean spirited. He also knows that Severus really likes his space organized and clean, so nothing that creates loads of mess either. He kept running into dead ends until Hermione gets back from her summer holiday in America.

She has obviously told him all about her trip, including visiting a southern style barbecue restaurant. There she had something “that cannot and should not legally be considered tea and is a disgrace to the people who enjoy tea everywhere in the world.” It was apparently a cold tea(?!) with heaps of sugar(?!?!). It was perfect for Snape.

The next couple of days were spent planning. Sev had to start brewing for the infirmary restock before the term started, which means he would be pretty busy. Harry graciously and innocently offered to help with cooking meals so Severus could focus on his invaluable work that Severus provides to all of the students and staff.

His brewing was almost entirely complete, and working tirelessly for an entire week had him exhausted. He was grateful for Harry’s Potter’s continued help with housework, although he felt slightly guilty for essentially being exactly like the monsters who had housed him previously. He had also felt guilty for his continued suspicion of the boy. He had been slightly too helpful, not complaining once, but every so often he would catch Harry smirking while staring at him.

His final potion was done and just needed to cool. He felt the bone deep exhaustion creeping in more and more, no longer be held at bay by the laundry list of tasks he had to complete. Merlin’s hairy fucking balls he needs tea, a drink, and a nap in that order. The sound of a door opening makes his head snap up; he sees Potter enter with a barely concealed smirk.

Harry: “Hello sir I’ve brought you some tea and biscuits since your brewing is done.”

Snape is automatically suspicious, spy’s instincts and whatnot but he decides to say screw it and drink the tea. He earned it and he was about 80% sure that Potter was over the horrendous way Severus had treated him. He lifted the mug to his lips and reveled in how nice the warm, smooth, and slightly bitter the drink in front of him was about to feel.

He parts his lips and welcomes the taste of his favorite, except the taste was all wrong. Why was it cold? Why did it taste like it had enough sugar to give a horse type two diabetes??? He spit it out immediately and started coughing.

Harry had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He was desperately holding back peels of laughter.

Harry: “What’s the matter sir? Is the tea not to your liking?”

Severus: “That! That should not be considered tea! It is awful I can feel my blood sugar elevating!”

Harry: “It a new style of tea I’m experimenting with, it’s from the southern United States.”

Severus started laughing, honest to god full bellied laughs. This was so ridiculous; he was so tired, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He wanted to be mad, but just couldn’t bring himself to get angry like he should’ve been.

Harry on the other hand was absolutely freaking to fuck out.

Harry: “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, I broke Snape! What do I do??? HEDWIG, HELP I BROKE SEVERUS”

This obviously made Severus just laugh harder, and he was having indescribable amounts of joy seeing Harry freak out.

anyways this is really fucking cute i read all the way through!! this is such a fun scenario i like how harry freaked tf out ughhgvgh

Harry has been living with Snape as his legal guardian for a while, and whilst he hasn’t been punished, clear rules haven’t been set either. Harry has not a single instance of survival instincts in his body, so he decides to start pushing boundaries with pranks(rip Severus I’m so sorry)

Now, knowing what he knows about Severus and his background with bullying, alongside Harry’s own background with it, he doesn’t want to do anything truly mean spirited. He also knows that Severus really likes his space organized and clean, so nothing that creates loads of mess either. He kept running into dead ends until Hermione gets back from her summer holiday in America.

She has obviously told him all about her trip, including visiting a southern style barbecue restaurant. There she had something “that cannot and should not legally be considered tea and is a disgrace to the people who enjoy tea everywhere in the world.” It was apparently a cold tea(?!) with heaps of sugar(?!?!). It was perfect for Snape.

The next couple of days were spent planning. Sev had to start brewing for the infirmary restock before the term started, which means he would be pretty busy. Harry graciously and innocently offered to help with cooking meals so Severus could focus on his invaluable work that Severus provides to all of the students and staff.

His brewing was almost entirely complete, and working tirelessly for an entire week had him exhausted. He was grateful for Harry’s Potter’s continued help with housework, although he felt slightly guilty for essentially being exactly like the monsters who had housed him previously. He had also felt guilty for his continued suspicion of the boy. He had been slightly too helpful, not complaining once, but every so often he would catch Harry smirking while staring at him.

His final potion was done and just needed to cool. He felt the bone deep exhaustion creeping in more and more, no longer be held at bay by the laundry list of tasks he had to complete. Merlin’s hairy fucking balls he needs tea, a drink, and a nap in that order. The sound of a door opening makes his head snap up; he sees Potter enter with a barely concealed smirk.

Harry: “Hello sir I’ve brought you some tea and biscuits since your brewing is done.”

Snape is automatically suspicious, spy’s instincts and whatnot but he decides to say screw it and drink the tea. He earned it and he was about 80% sure that Potter was over the horrendous way Severus had treated him. He lifted the mug to his lips and reveled in how nice the warm, smooth, and slightly bitter the drink in front of him was about to feel.

He parts his lips and welcomes the taste of his favorite, except the taste was all wrong. Why was it cold? Why did it taste like it had enough sugar to give a horse type two diabetes??? He spit it out immediately and started coughing.

Harry had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He was desperately holding back peels of laughter.

Harry: “What’s the matter sir? Is the tea not to your liking?”

Severus: “That! That should not be considered tea! It is awful I can feel my blood sugar elevating!”

Harry: “It a new style of tea I’m experimenting with, it’s from the southern United States.”

Severus started laughing, honest to god full bellied laughs. This was so ridiculous; he was so tired, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He wanted to be mad, but just couldn’t bring himself to get angry like he should’ve been.

Harry on the other hand was absolutely freaking to fuck out.

Harry: “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, I broke Snape! What do I do??? HEDWIG, HELP I BROKE SEVERUS”

This obviously made Severus just laugh harder, and he was having indescribable amounts of joy seeing Harry freak out.

anyways this is really fucking cute i read all the way through!! this is such a fun scenario i like how harry freaked tf out ughhgvgh

Harry has been living with Snape as his legal guardian for a while, and whilst he hasn’t been punished, clear rules haven’t been set either. Harry has not a single instance of survival instincts in his body, so he decides to start pushing boundaries with pranks(rip Severus I’m so sorry)

Now, knowing what he knows about Severus and his background with bullying, alongside Harry’s own background with it, he doesn’t want to do anything truly mean spirited. He also knows that Severus really likes his space organized and clean, so nothing that creates loads of mess either. He kept running into dead ends until Hermione gets back from her summer holiday in America.

She has obviously told him all about her trip, including visiting a southern style barbecue restaurant. There she had something “that cannot and should not legally be considered tea and is a disgrace to the people who enjoy tea everywhere in the world.” It was apparently a cold tea(?!) with heaps of sugar(?!?!). It was perfect for Snape.

The next couple of days were spent planning. Sev had to start brewing for the infirmary restock before the term started, which means he would be pretty busy. Harry graciously and innocently offered to help with cooking meals so Severus could focus on his invaluable work that Severus provides to all of the students and staff.

His brewing was almost entirely complete, and working tirelessly for an entire week had him exhausted. He was grateful for Harry’s Potter’s continued help with housework, although he felt slightly guilty for essentially being exactly like the monsters who had housed him previously. He had also felt guilty for his continued suspicion of the boy. He had been slightly too helpful, not complaining once, but every so often he would catch Harry smirking while staring at him.

His final potion was done and just needed to cool. He felt the bone deep exhaustion creeping in more and more, no longer be held at bay by the laundry list of tasks he had to complete. Merlin’s hairy fucking balls he needs tea, a drink, and a nap in that order. The sound of a door opening makes his head snap up; he sees Potter enter with a barely concealed smirk.

Harry: “Hello sir I’ve brought you some tea and biscuits since your brewing is done.”

Snape is automatically suspicious, spy’s instincts and whatnot but he decides to say screw it and drink the tea. He earned it and he was about 80% sure that Potter was over the horrendous way Severus had treated him. He lifted the mug to his lips and reveled in how nice the warm, smooth, and slightly bitter the drink in front of him was about to feel.

He parts his lips and welcomes the taste of his favorite, except the taste was all wrong. Why was it cold? Why did it taste like it had enough sugar to give a horse type two diabetes??? He spit it out immediately and started coughing.

Harry had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He was desperately holding back peels of laughter.

Harry: “What’s the matter sir? Is the tea not to your liking?”

Severus: “That! That should not be considered tea! It is awful I can feel my blood sugar elevating!”

Harry: “It a new style of tea I’m experimenting with, it’s from the southern United States.”

Severus started laughing, honest to god full bellied laughs. This was so ridiculous; he was so tired, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He wanted to be mad, but just couldn’t bring himself to get angry like he should’ve been.

Harry on the other hand was absolutely freaking to fuck out.

Harry: “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, I broke Snape! What do I do??? HEDWIG, HELP I BROKE SEVERUS”

This obviously made Severus just laugh harder, and he was having indescribable amounts of joy seeing Harry freak out.

anyways this is really fucking cute i read all the way through!! this is such a fun scenario i like how harry freaked tf out ughhgvgh