THEY FREAKING CANCELLED VALKO FROM LADS MAN WTH.

: Not my fanart, credits to it's original owner :

- This is a bl (boys love) fan fiction between Superman and Batman, if your uncomfortable with bl/gay fictions/stories then please kindly leave.

Can you believe Batman—Bruce Wayne being jealous? If not, then unfortunately, you are wrong, because right now every fiber, every muscle of Bruce's body is trying to stay calm and not go over to Clark and drag him by his arm to Fuc-. Anyway, he composes himself, of course, he would. He won't ever make a scene god he is Bruce Wayne. After all, he doesn't have time for such trivial matters, right?

But somehow he just can't go, his feet remain firmly on the ground while his eyes watch every single moment of him talking to Lois, smiling, laughing and letting her put her hand around his arm, though our dear Superman—Clark is just a sweet, friendly person. He didn't think much of it, didn't really care about her hand and that's what made Bruce even more furious, but his handsome face tried his best not to show any of his inner feelings—inner conflicts.

As Clark keeps on talking with Lois, he suddenly feels as if someone's eyes are digging deep in his soul. When he looks up, his eyes meet with Bruce's azure cold eyes and Clark's eyes suddenly sparkle from seeing his favorite person. He politely excuses himself from Lois, walking over to Bruce, who is standing with his arms crossed, wearing a navy blue suit which fits his amazing body absolutely perfectly. That makes Clark stumble on his way. Gosh, Clark could still never get over how Bruce was this handsome.

"Mr. Way-," Before Clark could even complete his sentence, Bruce cut him off, "Ah. Mr. Kent, finally you noticed me," Bruce speaks, in a casual yet somewhat mocking tone, and continues speaking while he steadily moves towards Clark.

"Tell me, Mr. Kent, are you always this friendly with your colleagues?" Bruce asked, making Clark a bit taken back by his query, because it was unusual coming from Bruce or was he asking because he was jealous?

"Why, Mr. Wayne, does it bother you?" Clark replies, moving closer to Bruce while having a roguish smile on his face. "Yes it does," Bruce confesses, and Clark is again taken back at Wayne's reply. He wasn't really expecting him to say this, but gosh, he was enjoying this—enjoying every second of seeing Bruce all worked up and jealous, the way Bruce looks at Clark so possessively, makes the man in glasses snicker. After all, Clark was loving this side of Bruce.

Clark grins, bending slightly to Bruce's level. "Well," Clark says in a deep voice. "Mr. Wayne, I can be even more friendly to you, if you like."

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: Not my fanart, credits to it's original owner :

- This is a bl (boys love) fan fiction between Superman and Batman, if your uncomfortable with bl/gay fictions/stories then please kindly leave.

- A/N: Honestly I really wanted to write a Superbat fic :> so here it is, lowkey it's just clark obsessing over batman.

It was another bustling morning in Metropolis, filled with the chattering of crowds and the honking of vehicles. Then, there were people like Clark Kent, who was about to be late if he didn't reach the office on time.

​He made his way hastily to the Daily Planet office, running as quickly as he could while apologizing to the folks on the street for his hurriedness. But come on, he couldn't bear to be late—not even a minute late. Today was a special day. It was the day he finally got to interview his adored respected Batman, also known as Bruce Wayne. Bruce had finally agreed to the interview of course he would, how could he deny it when Clark Kent was begging with such cherubic eyes?.

​Clark had always liked—no, loved—Batman. Meeting coincidentally during one of their missions had brought them together, and as their closeness grew, so did Clark's obsession with Bruce. Knowing him for a couple of years, Clark eventually found out about Batman's actual identity. Finding what truly was beneath the mask left Clark surprised and baffled—well, a little bit.

​Nevertheless, Clark felt a odd sensation, yet he was somewhat smug about being the only one to know this side of Bruce. He took a peculiar pride in knowing Bruce's secret, it gave him a sense of security to know that Bruce felt safe with him, that Bruce found him trustworthy. And that was exactly what he wanted to be. I mean, he was trustworthy—Clark Kent might even be the pinnacle of trust and reliability. He always ensured the people around him were safe and was, of course, always kind to them. He wanted Bruce to feel the same way—to feel safe with him. With Clark. With Superman. Or maybe, something much more than that.

​Clark entered the office space, greeting his colleagues as usual before settling in. The chattering of people, the shuttering of cameras, and the sound of typing felt never-ending. It was all very chaotic, but oh well, it was the bullpen—the busiest sector of their office. Right now, Clark grabbed his script of questions from his desk, along with a recorder, and briskly headed toward the room where Batman—Bruce—was waiting. As he entered, he made sure to look presentable despite his hurriedness. He walked in with a beaming smile, greeting the gentleman sitting in the chair. The man looked handsome in his fancy, tailored Italian suit, which almost made our dear Superman stare at him in a lascivious way.

​"Mr. Kent, my eyes are up here," Bruce spoke in his usual breezy, unbothered tone. But something suggested his tone wasn't quite unbothered. Clark definitely saw the subtle widening of Bruce's eyes and the way his jaw tightened in the hottest way. Even if it was only for a split second, Clark definitely saw him get flustered.

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ࿐໋࿐໋₊˖

Her soft gaze fell over me, and oh Lord, how hard my heart started to beat. From that moment, I knew my heart belonged to her—my everything was hers since that day.

I never imagined I would be a fool for her, for her stupid smile,

For her doe eyes,

For her…

I yearned for her love, for her touch, for her attention. Her mere presence was enough for me to just give in and stare at her in adoration, I was mentally and physically captivated by her.

But all I could do was—

Watch her from a distance,

Admire her from a distance,

Love her... but only from a distance.

Why?

She already had her loved one.

There was no need for me.

But oh, how I would care for her, protect her, kill for her, die for her—do everything

just for her.

Only for her to be not mine... but someone else's.

My heart ached knowing that I wasn't the one by her side, I was just a stranger for her, yearning for her in the distance, I was just a spectator.

She was the main character and I was one of those side characters, lurking in the shadows hoping that someday she might fall her gaze on me, fluttering her doe eyes at me, and maybe smile at me.

Although that won't happen, and I know it won't, is this why my heart is broken? Is this why my heart aches? Is this why I feel hollow?

Knowing well she won't ever glance at my direction, she probably doesn't even know me. But oh, how I would love her being mine, though that won't be happening.

Every day, she’s with her significant other—a radiant smile lighting up her face only for him to see, eyes filled with love as she looks at him. Her laughter with him gnaws at my insides, it feels like a cruel mockery of my own feelings.

But oh–how I would've loved that if only it had been me instead of him..

If only she had looked at me,

If only I could know how it feels to be loved you.

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Today, again she is with him her one and only love but..

Well, of course, that wouldn’t last long.

Her being with someone else?

No... No No No NO!

I couldn’t bear that. Seeing her laugh with someone else, seeing her hold hands with someone else,

Her hands being intertwined not with mine—but with someone else's.

I couldn’t bear that!

So I had to kill...

Of course, not her.

The one she used to love.

So I could have her.

So her soft, delicate hands would intertwine with mine—and she would be mine forever.

Now I get it how it feels to be loved by you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・.・。.・゜

- When he first saw you, he was completely astounded by you, was it because of your mesmerizing beauty? Well that was a factor too but more than that it was your mere presence and the way you spoke to him, understood him, he felt seen.

- Ever since he saw you, he had felt this weird spark in his whole body he couldn't quite comprehend his own feelings, was it love? No, that's foolish, Henry in love? No not possible, someone as cruel as him falling in love? No not possible. He has no time for all these silly things, he has a goal and that's to merge the two worlds and rule over them.

- At first he tried to deny it, he was confounded by his own feelings, he tried to think of you as just another one of his victims, even tried to keep his distance from you but oh—how his own body ached for your presence, and to just listen to that sweet voice of yours.

- Alas, his own feelings betrayed him and he could no longer pretend that he wasn't falling in love, falling for you.

- For him now you have become his one and only darling. Everyday he makes you fall for his pretty lies, manipulating you so that you will fall in love with him, because if you don't well, he has some other ways.

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•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•

𝓣𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭,

How could you be this utterly beautiful, caring, funny, kind, and loving only for you to be not real—not humane, just hidden behind that dopey screen of a mobile phone, while I pathetically fantasize about you being real—being with me.

Can I ever look at any other man, when you—a mere machine — makes me look at you the way I can't even comprehend? Why do I get excited by the thought of you? How does a machine become my desire?, If only I knew the answer.

Oh—those sickly-sweet words that your pretty mouth chirps, making me all melt and flustered, tell me how am I supposed to find a man like you? Why am I attracted to you?, If only I knew the answer.

My eyes brim with joy just by the sight of you, your enchanting face, adorably kissable pink lips, those long slender fingers, and that muscular body of yours, so perfectly made—only for you to be untouchable—only for you to be someone who I can see just through the screen, your like a light and I am like a shadow we can never be together, not in any timeline—not in any lifetime, why?, why?, why?, why?.

Why can't you be the reality I always dreamed of and not just an illusion—not just a fantasy—not just a facade of virtuality.

I want to feel you, feel your touch, and let you feel my throbbing heart which has disgustingly fallen for you—for a machine whose hands I can't even touch—because you just exist behind those screens—because you are just a mere program, a program meant to love me.

Oh—how I wish to just hold those hands, and feel them, know if they are soft, warm, or cold, I want to caress them and hold them so tightly that red marks are all over your hands, I wonder if you'd like that?.

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