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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 1 year

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Farmer Clark

something just snapped at me when I saw this picture. I mean look at this picture

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Genre: SMUT, 18+, sir kink, breeding kink, female receiving

Notes: I saw this picture on Pinterest and yeah, I got carried away. Ah, to be on a farm with Clark.

The sun was blazing on the hot Metropolis day. Clark's farm was standing proudly on the hills surrounded by nature. Green hills were holding the fruits of the labor of Clark's blood, sweat, and tears, making produce for him and you for the following year. Y/n walked out of the barn, watching Clark throw a ball of hay over his shoulder as if weighing 2 grams. Maybe for him, it did. His muscle shined from the sweat that glistened on his slightly tanned skin. His pecs tensed every time he pulled, hauled, and threw something, anything, around the farm.

The man was a god walking among mortals, and you felt your mind fill with lewd images of him. His hand held the wrench as he knelt down in front of his tractor, trying to fix minor damage, a damage he told you about, but you could not concentrate on that as you saw his biceps move with each swing, tug, and pull. Observing him kneel like that gave you more ideas and wants. Wishing you were the one sitting there and him kneeling in front of you, eating you out until you see the stars, and he was so good at that.

"-pass me the...Y/n...Y/n?" Clark brought you out of your daze, noticing your head snap and your eyes trying to find him, finding him on the floor, lying on his back, looking confused, his hand reaching for yours. Giving him your hand, he chuckles.

"As much as I love to hold your hand, your hand can't unscrew a 5-inch bolt. Pass me the tool there."

With a slight blush on your cheeks, you pull away, taking your hand away from his grasp and handing him the appropriate tool, crouching down and sitting on the hay-filled ground, watching him do the work. Work you knew nothing about, you loved being around the farm, and living that quiet farm life, enjoying it with Clark. Relishing in every moment with him in this life, every early morning even though you hated to get up sometimes, every day off when you ran across the field while Clark chased you, every kiss that was stolen away from you while you were trying to make an apple pie, every time riding the tractor while he drove enjoying the bumpy ride.

"-in your world..."

"Huh?"

Snapping back, you see Clark in front of your face. "I said, 'You really are in your own world, darling?' That is what I said."

Laughing awkwardly, you look at him, seeing the smile on his face, his eyes fixed on you, and his big strong hands caressing your tights. Clark saw the glint in your eyes, he felt your heartbeat quicken when his hand inched a bit higher towards your waist, caressing unhurriedly as if trying to make you say it. To say what you want. What you want him to do to you.

"You know that I can feel you, sweetness. Every breath that stops in your throat, every whimper that you muffle, each gaze you throw at me. Therefore, you can tell me, darling. What do you want?"

Clark was playing the long game as much as you did. But on a much higher level. And he looked so delectable like that. Muscles on display, just wearing the overalls, he was playing every single character in your favorite romance books. And you wanted nothing more than to skip to the best part, but you needed to speak, as thinking too long might not help. He is a hero, but reading minds was not his forte.

"I want you, Kal-El. I want you to have your way with me."

Leaning into him, you kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck, scratching the baseline of his hair, nipping and tugging. Clark felt himself shift into more of his primal urges, and the kiss was the fuse that started it. His nose filled with your arousal as his hands began to remove bits of your clothing; unlike Clark, you had more clothes on yourself. Sitting in his lap, you felt his length harden, your hips sway back and forth, and you continued to make out. The motion takes a new direction as Clark picks you up in his arms, laying you gently on the ground, the hay starting to make your skin itch. Pulling away, Clark breath out

"Put this behind your back." He offers his jacket, and you happily take it, placing it on your back.

Laying comfortably on it, Clark stops to take you in, your heart, your body, your whimpers, and at that moment, he wants to devour you.

"Darling, will you let me eat you out?"

You can simply whimper as your legs want any friction as they rub together. Removing your pants and underwear, Clark's face is in front of his other favorite pair of lips(as he said), and for once, you didn't mind the view. Clark was face down, ass up, and after his perfect face was his perfect ass sticking in the air. His blue eyes looked into yours, and you felt his tongue lick you, so slowly and sensually, like a feather touching your skin.

"More, Clark! This isn't enough." You say as you cup your breasts, fondling them, trying to add more sensation.

"I just started, pet. Believe me, I will have my way with you. I will corput you." Clark stated as he started his work. Licking up your folds, tracing each curve, fold and dip you had to offer. All of his tongue work leading to your clit, sucking with a harsh motion making you yelp and arch your back. Clark knew what he was doing to you, but you had no idea what you were doing to him. Sure, he was in pain as his cock was painfully hard and his balls heavy, needing to be emptied inside you, to breed you but for now, seeing you like this and that just being the start gave him some satisfaction. His fingers found your backside as they toyed with the rim making small circles on the entrance.

That feeling to you was different, your first time of him doing that and still being so gentle. The sensation started to bubble in you feeling a climax nearing extremely close.

"Clark, I am close. Stop."

At the word, Clark stops and looks concerned "Are you okay? Was I too rough? I know we didn't talk about anal-" You laugh at his words as you bring him up to you, kissing him passionately, telling him in the kiss that everything is perfect.

"What I mean by 'Stop.' was that I do not want to cum like this, but I want to cum together."

Clark looks at you and chuckles himself.

"You had me worried there, missy. But what you ask, you shall receive since you have been such a good girl."

"Yes."

Clark towers over you, his muscles shining from the overhead lighting and casting an intimidating shadow on your body.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." You reply.

Your body tenses as you feel his cock tapping your clit, teasing you. His hips push forwards with a slow, agonizing pace, your walls making way for his massive length as he nestles deep inside you, finding the warmth and spark he wanted. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you let yourself relax and enjoy the moment. His hips moved back slow as ever, making you whine at the loss of his fullness. Clark chuckles darkly

"I knew you wanted me to fuck you. But today, I am not doing that." he says while looking deep into your soul "I am going to breed you." he proclaimed, slamming his hips into you, the sensation dilating itself to a maximum in a second. Taking a fast pace, you saw his eyes closed, focused on what he is feeling and giving you as his ears are filled with your moans and pornographic sounds filling the empty barn.

"I will make sure you are full of my cum. No matter how many times you will carry my child." he voiced, his hands keeping yours in a gentle touch while his hips proclaimed you.

Hearing his statement, you felt a fire stir in you. You and Clark talked about having kids and occasionally having baby fever but nothing so sure came from his mouth as of seconds ago.

"Yes! I want your babies, Clark!" you screamed out, giving him an inkling that you, too, wanted this life.

His hips continued to snap into yours as his fingers found your clit rubbing it, pressing just hard enough for you to be closer to your climax.

"Then if we want a baby...we need to cum together. What do you say, missy? Are you close? I can feel you squeeze me tighter and tighter."

At a loss for words, you shake your head up and down, shutting your eyes and feeling the inevitably snap in you as you came. Clark's pace slowed as he rutted into you, letting himself fall beside you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you inhumanly close.

"You really make me crazy. You know that, darling?" Clark said, kissing your neck, leaving a few hickeys in its wake. You watched him carefully pull out as he grabbed his overalls to clean you up. You pull away from him, saying "Those overalls are the reason we are in this position. Don't you dare ruin them."

Clark looks at them, confused "They are just overalls."

Standing up slowly, still feeling full, you say, "Those are the sexiest overalls I have ever seen."

With a naughty gleam, Clark throws the overalls over his shoulder " Then I will have to find another way to clean you up."

I have a audio file on farmer Clark in the making if you want to hear a snippet of it CLICK HERE.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 5 months

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Love and The Moon

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Request - Clark Kent (Henry) x male magic reader, them just both being hopeless romantics.

You have been away for two weeks and you are finally home. You used magic to get home faster and Clark is in the living room.

“Y/n, you are back!” Clark smiled.

“I missed you” You smiled back.

Clark wrapped his arms around you and he starts to kiss you. You start to smile and he hugged you tight. For a minute or two Clark still had his arms around you.

“Just glad you are back,” Clark said.

“Me too. I'm hungry” You said.

“Get comfortable and I will cook dinner. I found this new reprice, I think you would enjoy” Clark said.

“Oh, my boyfriend the chef” You smiled.

You head to the bedroom to change clothes, while Clark starts to cook dinner. A few minutes later, you come out of the bedroom wearing pajamas. You watch him cook and he starts to talk about what he is cooking.

After dinner, you and Clark cuddle in bed. You have your head on his chest, and you two don't pay attention to the movie. You and Clark just started to talk about everything.

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Clark was busy fighting aliens and criminals. His suit got ruined and he takes off the top piece because it got ruined.

“What happened to your suit?” You asked.

You noticed the cape has holes and so does the sleeves.

“I was fighting an alien who spits out acid. Y/n, are you staring at my chest?” Clark said.

“No, I'm listening to what you said,” You said.

Clark laughed and you were staring at his chest.

“Y/n,” Clark said.

“What? Okay, fine I was staring at your chest” You smiled.

“I knew it” Clark smiled.

“I think you should maybe, upgrade your suit?” You said.

“Maybe. You think you can help with the suit?” Clark said.

“Sure,” You said.

You used your magic to fix his suit and the cape. Now the suit looks brand new and he starts to smile. Clark wrapped his arms around you and starts to kiss you.

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You and Clark are having breakfast and he is drinking his coffee.

“I forgot to put sugar in my coffee,” Clark said.

“You don't have to get up,” You said.

You used your magic to get the sugar and the sugar pour into his coffee. The sugar lands on the table gently and Clark used the spoon to stir his coffee.

“I like having a boyfriend who has magic” Clark smiled.

You winked at him and he starts to smile. Later, you and Clark go out and he would hold your hand. You and Clark do take selfies together, in one of the pictures he kissed your cheek and you smiled.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

Bruce is having a Christmas party at his mansion. Everyone agreed to do the Secret Santa gift exchange, and Clark got Barry Allen and you got Arthur Curry.

“You think, Arthur will like it?” You asked.

“I think he would like it,” Clark said.

You give Arthur his gift and he starts to open it, then he smiled.

“Y/n, I love it!” Arthur smiled.

He puts on the leather vest and he can't stop smiling. He gives you a strong hug and you can't move your arms.

“Thank you for the gift, Y/n!” Arthur smiled.

“Glad you like it. You can stop hugging me now, I can't feel my arms” You said.

Clark starts to laugh and Arthur did let go of you.

“Y/n, I didn't know what to get for you so I got this for you,” Selina said.

“Thanks, Selina,” You said.

She gave you a Christmas card and inside it's a gift card for a bookstore.

“I don't what you are into, besides Clark. But I figured you might like to read since you use magic... So, I thought you might like books” Selina said.

“I like the gift, again thank you and it was nice of you to do it,” You said.

She kissed your cheek and walked away. It started to snow and everyone goes outside, some people start to play in the snow. Someone started a snowball fight now everyone is throwing snow at each other. You got targeted by Jason Todd, Barry Allen, and Damian Wayne they start to throw snowballs at you.

“Too slow, Y/n” Barry laughed.

“Oh, this means war,” You said.

Damian threw a snowball at your chest. Your eyes start to change colors and your hands start to glow. You used your magic, to form snowballs now snowmen starting to get formed, and they start to throw snowballs at guys. Damian, Barry, and Jason start to fight back.

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You came home and Clark kissed you on the lips.

“I made dinner” Clark smiled.

“It does smell good,” You said.

He still has his arms around you and you start to smile at him. Then he starts to set the table and you used your magic to get the food out of the oven. Then you and Clark sit down and start to eat, he starts to ask about your day.

Later, you and Clark go to the movie theater. While waiting for the movie to start, Clark plays the claw machine and he is trying to win a prize for you. It took a while but Clark didn't get the prize, but you kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks for trying,” You said.

“I was close” Clark smiled.

#clark kent imagine #clark kent x reader #clark kent x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #superman imagine #superman x reader #superman x male reader #clark kent fluff #clark kent fanfiction

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 3 months

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PLS Clark being protective in non possessive way is so good. I can't help but think him and Bruce will have some passive aggressive arguments at some point when reader not around lolol

"Are you coming over tonight?"

"I can't," Clark said regretfully. He wanted to. He wanted to fall into your bed and fall asleep in your arms after- well. Today had been stressful. He'd feel better. And he'd feel better knowing you were getting a good night's sleep. Safe and sound. "I'll be there as soon as I can though. I'll call," he promised, bending to rub his nose against yours.

You nod, pouting at him teasingly, "But I miss-"

"I know what you miss," he said, smiling a little even as his face heated. "I tried to get you into a supply closet."

"You and I both know we can't be quiet enough for that."

"That was the point," Clark murmured. He could hear Bruce lurking in the hall. Listening to this goodbye. Hoping to get you alone. Annoyed that he missed his chance. And he wanted Bruce to hear this. To hear you... flirting. Happy. Just living and doing things. That your life hadn't ground to a halt without him. "I could listen to you for hours. maybe days," he said, kissing you softly.

"Clark, are you this sweet to all the girls?"

"Just the figure skaters," he hummed, kissing you again and helping you step up into the transporter. "Call me when you get home?"

"Absolutely."

"Thank you, hun. Be Safe."

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Bruce watched you fade out of sight and watched Clark wave you off and rolled his eyes as he stalked into the room.

"Can I help you?" Clark asked, not turning, watching the blip that was you on the screen.

"I guess I just don't understand why you feel like you need to-"

"She's a big girl. She can kiss anyone she wants," Clark sighed. "You made it clear you didn't want her help so she left."

"And then you decided to fuck-"

"No," Clark said still not turning. He never intended to sleep with you. Truthfully, when the news broke that you had left Wayne Enterprises they'd all been... alarmed. You were loyal. Even now part of the reason you stayed on the edges was to AVOID saying anything shitty about Bruce publicly even on accident. NO ONE saw that coming. Clark had wanted to make sure you hadn't just... broken. "I was concerned. Everything else happened over time. I lo-care about her."

"Hn."

Clark shrugged, "How are things with Selina?" Was it worth it, is what he wanted to ask. And had anyone managed to fix that Batmobile?

"Too busy with Dick to see her," Bruce said.

That's something, Clark thought. That- you'd feel better about that He'd have to tell you. "How is Dick?"

"Rambunctious."

Silence stretched out for a while and Clark could feel Bruce grappling for something to say.

"Tell Y/N to call me," Bruce demanded.

"No," Clark said simply.

"I want-"

"Fun fact Bruce," Clark said turning when your blip reached Earth, "not everyone gives a fuck what you want."

#bruce wayne #minors dni #ask answered #reader insert #clark kent x reader #weird kid! bruce

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freetobeeyouandme · 6 months

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I'm Starvin', Darlin'

Tags: Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Bylerween 2023, Slight Angst, Starvation, Brief Mentions of Cannibalism and Dying, Prompt: Trapped in the Upside Down

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Summary:

In the end all he can say is: “I have a bad idea.” “Worse than standing too close to a gate and getting dragged into the Upside Down as it closes?” “Depends.” He scoots closer. Lets go of Will’s hand to properly cup his face. He’s so close that he can smell Will’s breath: Acidic and dry. Kinda bad. “On what?” Will says, breathless. - Or, Bylerween Day 1: Trapped in the Upside Down

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A/N: Happy Bylerween one and all! I normally have a hard time coming up with shorter stories, so it's been fun trying to figure out what to write for each day, especially since I wanted to do every day and not just the ones I immediately had inspiration for. The solution was picking a common theme across the board, which ended up being kissing - something else I could use the practice with and something that was very fun to combine with the sometimes more horror themed prompts I picked. For today we got "Trapped in the Upside Down", so enjoy! CW (not sure if necessary): Starvation,brief mentions of cannibalism and dying

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It’s strange, Mike thinks, how quickly the temperature has stopped bothering him. It feels like perpetual winter here, except that it’s no winter wonderland. Wish that it were – the magic of that would have quickly faded, too, but at least for a while they could have pretended. Instead they had gotten dim light with spores flitting through the air like tiny evil dust motes and vines crawling along the floor like snakes, ready to constrict and suffocate whatever enemies their master had.

And they had gotten the cold.

It’s the sharp, freezing chill of a calm winters day, with no harsh winds biting at your clothes or heavy snowfall obscuring what little remains of the sun when the days are short. It’s a cold that doesn’t even register at first until you’re already freezing, frog in a boiling pot except Mike would do anything right now to be that frog. Because down here the sun has never once risen to warm a single inch of this lifeless, barren land.

They had done their best to combat the cold, but by now it has seeped under the blankets and their shirts as well, settling wetly into every inch of them, toes to fingertips. But Mike has gotten used to that, since. Exist in one state for too long and you got used to a lot of things.

He’s used to the hunger, too. His stomach had given up a few days ago now, and the dizziness that came with the hollow in his stomach had turned into simple, perpetual exhaustion. It’s a softer feeling, less painful. His body simply does not have enough energy to keep warm and also stay awake.

They’d counted days, at first, but once they’d begun drifting off, they had begun blurring into one another. He remembers the first day, the trek through the dead landscape until they found the dark mirror of Hop’s cabin. They had contacted the other side, carefully spelling out messages in morse code and then using El as a radio to let their families know where they were. That they were as safe as they could be in this place. That they would be waiting right here.

He’s not sure how long it’s been since then. He’d been freezing already by the time they tried to fix Hop’s old bed and collected whatever half decent blankets they could find to create some semblance of comfort. And since then they haven’t really moved. There’s no food to forage, no water to find. Spending their energy on a trek into town to find more fabric isn’t worth the energy they’d lose.

So they’ve just been laying here. Trying to conserve heat and energy (which really are the same things, Mike’s inner Mr. Clarke points out unhelpfully). Trying not to think about how they might die here. Just like this.

A few years back one of his grandmother’s neighbors had died at home while Mike and Nancy were visiting her. Nanna had said he’d gotten lucky, that to die in your sleep was really the best way to go. You just fell asleep and that was it. No pain. You didn’t even notice. She’d said that was how she wanted to go, and back then that had seemed like a sensible thing to Mike.

Now it’s the scariest thing he can think of. To simply drift off and never wake in this cold hell? To leave Will to fend for himself? To die not knowing if Will, at least, will make it out?

Worse, to wake up and find Will even colder next to him, no heartbeat, no breath?

Mike reaches out, tapping his finger lightly against Will’s elbow. He’s laying curled around himself, his back ever so slightly to Mike, but Mike’s insistent tapping brings him back around. He uses the opening to slip his hand into Will’s. This time Will doesn’t pull back.

Mike had tried earlier, thinking that the closer a space they could create under the blankets, the easier it would be for their bodies to recycle the heat. But Will had scooted away at the lightest touch, and Mike hadn’t given chase because the bed was only so big.

Now Will lets him slide his fingers between his. Lets him scoot closer.

Not that it’s going to help with the warmth at all.

“If you wake up and I’m dead you have my permission to eat me,” Mike says with no preamble. There is no way to lead into this conversation.

Will stares at their intertwined hands, frowning. Then he says: “If anything you should be eating me. It’s my fault we’re in this situation in the first place.”

And there it is. Mike had been waiting for Will to say that – knew Will was bound to take the blame. It doesn’t mean Mike is ready to agree with him. They both could be stubborn like that.

“Will-”

“No. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be here. I was trying to hold onto something and then you fell in with me, and I’m sorry.”

Mike shakes his head. “You weren’t the only one trying to stop you from falling in. I could have let go before I fell and I didn’t. Because this way at least you’re not alone.”

Will turns away, staring up at the dirty, overgrown ceiling above them. He says nothing. And Mike can’t read his face. Can’t figure out why his eyes shine with tears.

“Or did you want to be over here alone again?”

Will’s lack of a response should be answer enough. It’s not like Mike can’t guess what he’s thinking in that regard. But as Will continues to be quiet, looking pointedly away from Mike with tears in his eyes, he can’t bear letting him be quiet.

He pokes Will in the side with his free hand. “Did you? All alone while monsters prowl and-”

Will meets his eyes again, expression dead serious. His voice is shaking when he replies: “No.”

“Sorry,” Mike says.

Will shakes his head.

Mike squeezes his hand. He has the weird urge to reach out and brush the tears away from Will’s face, except no tears have even fallen yet. And he doesn’t think putting his thumb to Will’s quivering lips is going to help either.

“They’ll find us,” he tries to reassure Will and himself. “They’re working on a way to get another gate open and then we can leave. No one’s going to eat anyone.”

“What’s the first thing you’ll do when we’re right side up again?” Will asks, indulging Mike’s overly optimistic speculation about their future.

Mike has to think about that for a second. He had been busier conjuring visions of death than of survival. “Drink something? I think we still had like half a bottle of iced tea in the fridge when I left, so I’ll drink all of that. I’ll take a warm one too, I don’t care.”

“Yeah. Or some coke. Even a nice shaken up soda.”

Mike hums in agreement. “And then I’d pop some pop tarts into the toaster while I drink. I could eat a whole carton.”

“And some chocolate.”

“Yeah, some chocolate. Some eggos. Fuck, I’d eat broccoli right now if that just meant I had something to eat.”

Will giggles.

“What?”

“I like broccoli.”

Mike puts his hand against Will’s cheek but doesn’t actually push him away, not even playfully. “You’re weird. Like so weird. You know that, right?”

Will smiles tightly but says nothing. Mike shakes his head, shuddering as his dead mouth remembers the taste of broccoli. Maybe he’ll take that back. It’d be the ultimate test of how hungry he really is if the choice was between broccoli and starvation.

Finally, Will says: “You’d just throw it all up again.”

“Did you?”

Will shakes his head. “They wouldn’t let me eat enough to throw it back up. But- I didn’t even want to eat that much. You stop being hungry after a while, even when there’s food again.”

Mike doesn’t know what to say. He wants to wrap his arms – wrap his whole body – around Will. Both to comfort him and to reassure himself that Will’s still there and breathing.

“Well, we’ll throw ourselves a feast and we’ll eat until we’re sick. They can’t stop both of us.”

Will laughs. He twists to the side, curling up towards Mike, and Mike feels thrilled by that simple movement. He can feel Will’s body shake across the mattress. Mike grins at him.

When he’s calmed down again, Will places his hand over where theirs rest intertwined on the mattress. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Mike gives him a smile. “Always.”

Will shakes his head. “That’s not- that’s bad self preservation.”

Mike shrugs.

“Mike-”

“I don’t care if we’re still fighting the Upside Down by the time we’re fifty, okay? We know about the dangers now so I’m not ever letting you deal with it on your own again. It’s really simple.”

Will smiles sadly, the tears back in his eyes. “You’ll have a wife and a family by the time you’re fifty. I don’t think they’ll like you running off to fight the Upside Down every time the Mindflayer rears its head.”

Mike is about to retort that he’d not leave Hawkins if he didn’t know the town would be safe, and so his future wife better know all about the Upside Down and fight it beside him, when Will’s phrasing gives him pause. He turns it over in his head for a quiet second, then says: “And you won’t?”

Will looks away but doesn’t turn. Yet.

When he doesn’t say anything, Mike says: “I know it looks like we’ve all figured it out already because we’ve had girlfriends, but it’s okay to be late to that.”

“Mike.”

“And I mean I think out of all of us girls like you the most. I mean Amanda Miller asked you to dance at the snowball. And Jennifer Hayes cried at your funeral. I’ve only ever been with El and we all know how that ended, don’t we?”

“Mike!”

“I’m just saying! Just because you haven’t figured out all your shit in High School doesn’t mean you’ll be single forever. Dating in college is gonna be much better anyway. Like, seriously, screw High School.”

Will squeezes his eyes shut, as if unhappy with the reassurance Mike was trying to give him. And Mike’s not sure why. Because that is the issue, right?

Will sighs as if he doesn’t want to say what he’s about to say next. “I have my shit figured out, it’s just that-” He breaks off, looking away as he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“It’s just what?” Mike asks.

Will looks at him and then looks away again just as quickly. As if ashamed. And suddenly Mike understands. Will isn’t going to have a wife – or even just a girlfriend – because he doesn’t want one. Because what he wants-

“Oh.”

Will grimaces. “Yeah. Oh.”

“Hey,” Mike starts and then doesn’t know how to continue. What is he supposed to say to that? How is he supposed to make Will feel better? When he’s never even given much thought to it? Of course he knows that this is what the bullies said about Will, but to find out it’s true – it’s not a problem for him. He knows it can’t be, because it’s Will. And he could never have a problem with Will.

But there’s a queasy feeling in his stomach and Will looks close to tears again and they’re trapped here in the Upside Down together so he can’t even pretend to go to the bathroom to figure this out in private and instead has to readjust his worldview while Will watches on with those really, really sad Will Byers puppy-dog eyes and if Mike does anything wrong Will is going to be hurt even though he doesn’t want to hurt him because it’s Will and of course it’s alright with Mike that he’s-

“Mike?”

He closes his eyes. Exhales.

It’s alright with him. Does anything else matter right now?

He tries to give Will a smile. “It’s okay. You’re alright.”

“Yeah,” Will replies, not sounding like he believes it. “I’m alright.”

Mike scoots closer, squeezing Will’s hand. With his free one he brushes through Will’s hair. He’s not entirely sure why. It’s not a comfort they are used to giving each other, but it feels right.

“You are alright. It doesn’t matter to me. And it’s not going to matter to Lucas or Dustin or Max and El. Or your mom or Jonathan. Or anyone who’s important. And everyone else can go stick their opinion elsewhere.”

This time Will’s smile – his little laugh – is more genuine.

Mike lets his hand slip off Will a little. Pulls back until his palm is resting against Will’s cheek, cold and clammy. It’s there he freezes when the thought comes: How does Will know he wants to be kissing boys instead? Would it feel good? To kiss a boy?

To kiss Will?

“Mike?” Will sounds a little breathless, and for a second Mike worries he gave voice to those thoughts. But Will doesn’t look like he knows what Mike was thinking. Rather-

His pupils are blown wide. His mouth is open, his breath grazes Mike hotly.

Does Will want to kiss him?

For a second he can’t think or act as the possibility plays out in his mind. If the tension in his stomach is any indication he definitely wants to be kissing Will.

In the end all he can say is: “I have a bad idea.”

“Worse than standing too close to a gate and getting dragged into the Upside Down as it closes?”

Oh, he really wants to be kissing Will.

“Depends.” He scoots closer. Lets go of Will’s hand to properly cup his face. He’s so close that he can smell Will’s breath: Acidic and dry. Kinda bad.

He still wants to taste him, though.

“On what?” Will says, breathless.

Mike doesn’t say anything. Just meets his eyes.

Will swallows. Mike can feel him swallow, can feel the movement in his jaw. His eyes drop down to Will’s lips involuntarily.

Mike says nothing. Neither does Will. Somehow they take the last step together, though.

Will’s lips are dry against his. Not hard and unyielding, still soft, but there’s something of sandpaper in it. Cold sandpaper. And it doesn’t get much better when their mouths open. The bad breath translates to bad taste. There’s something sharp and metallic in there, and for a second Mike worries he’s split the tender, dry skin on Will’s lips by pressing in too hard. He pulls back to make sure there’s no blood, but Will’s lips are a pale, blueish purple, not red.

The kiss leaves a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, but he can’t bring himself to care. Can’t bring himself to stop. Will sighs into the next kiss and it doesn’t matter that they both taste of death – it’s warm and it’s good and if the little bit of exertion didn’t have them both panting like they ran a marathon Mike wouldn’t want to stop at all. Will’s fingers tracing his face feel so nice and he’d much rather lose himself in this than in the dim exhaustion of starvation.

Even as they pull apart they don’t move far, and Mike’s grateful for that. He’s not sure he has enough life left in him to go chasing after Will.

“Verdict?” Will asks, quietly and still somewhat out of breath. He’s not meeting Mike’s eyes, afraid of the answer.

Mike tilts his head, pressing a third, short kiss against Will’s lips.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” Mike says with a smile.

Will smiles back, first hesitantly, then unable to keep his joy inside of him. Mike knows the feeling. He presses another kiss to Will’s lips.

It’s bad, though. The bitter, acidic breath. The tang of cold metal.

He rolls onto his back a little, stretching out his arm behind Will’s head. Will accepts the invite without hesitation, scooting closer and putting his arms around Mike’s middle. They readjust the blankets. Cuddle up properly.

It’s the closest they could possibly be and still Mike doubts they’ll be warmed by it.

It only half matters, though. Because at least Will’s with him. At least they have this. Will starts tracing patterns onto Mike’s ribs. Mike starts playing with Will’s hair. They’re cold and hungry and somehow, briefly, content.

“Actually, I think the first thing I’ll do is brush my teeth,” Mike says after a while. “Second is going to be kissing you better.”

Will chuckles, the sound reverberating in Mike’s rib cage where his head is pressed against it.

They only have to wait for help to arrive.

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#bylerween2023 #day 1 #trapped in the upside down #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #cw starvation #cw metions of death #cw mentions of cannibalism #my fic

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skylarmoon71 · 2 months

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 10

It doesn’t feel real.

You’ve known Harry all your life and you’ve never questioned his character. He’s always done right by you.

Protect you.

Maybe that’s why it hurt so much. Knowing that he’s kept such a secret.

Somehow you’ve ended up right back at Clark's house. You weren’t sure where else you could really go. You lift your hand a bit shakily. Knocking twice.

The door opens within seconds and you look up at Clark. You must look pretty pathetic, because he seems so torn just from your expression.

“I..”

How do you word this?

Your lips quiver.

“H-Harry isn’t…he’s not my brother..I-I don’t know who he is.”

Now he understands.

Clark ushers you inside, and his parents walk into the room. Obviously concerned by your expression.

It takes a while to explain your situation.

You don’t want to go back home. Because you aren’t sure where that is.

With your brother who’s a stranger, or the stranger who’s been acting like your brother.

“Thanks for letting me stay. I promise this won’t be permanent. I-I just need to figure out some things.”

Martha shakes her head.

“Stay as long as you want. I fixed up the guest room. If you need extra blankets or a change of clothes just let me know.” You nod.

“Thank you Mrs. Kent.”

She offers a smile, and Jonathan pats you on the shoulder. Clark is standing there and you give him an impish smile, turning away as you head up the stairs.

He knows you’re hurting and he feels useless.

“Just give it some time, Clark.” Martha advises.

He knows she’s right.

As his parents prepare for bed, Clark does the same. He’s been contemplating checking in on you, but you’d been distant since you found out the news. He wants to give you time and space, but it’s hard. All he wants to do is comfort you. But he doesn’t want you to push him away and run off to who knows where.

Sitting on his bed, he bounces his leg anxiously.

The subtle cries are what breaks his focus. It takes him a moment to realize that they are coming from your room. He’s subconsciously used his abilities. He can hear the soft whimpers as if you’re sitting right next to him and he tunes it out, jumping to his feet. He walks over to your room, knocking softly on the door. There’s a brief sound of shuffling and you pull the door open just a bit.

“H-Hey Clark.”

You’re trying to block his view, so he doesn’t see the tears. He steps forward and you stumble back.

“C-Clark!”

You try to keep your voice down, and he closes the door when he’s fully inside. You look so vulnerable and broken. You tug at your sleeves that have light wet spots, no doubt from rubbing your eyes.

Clark doesn’t say a word, he just pulls you into his arms.

For a moment, you aren’t sure how to react, but the weight of everything catches up and you can’t seem to stop the tears this time. You clutch his shirt desperately as you cry.

He doesn’t need an explanation.

You’re in pain, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it go away.

The following morning when you wake, it takes a moment for you to collect yourself. You shift and Clark does the same, sleepily. When your eyes fully open, you smile at the sight of his disheveled hair. He’s still holding you close, and you lean into his embrace.

The movement seems to have woken him up, because a little sound leaves his lips and he looks down.

“(Y/N).”

“Present.”

You respond with a little smile.

He pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck. The action makes you blush.

Your grip tightens just a bit against the sheets.

“Clark…”

He hums, and when he leaves a kiss against your skin, you bite down on your lip. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest, and he must hear it, because he pulls back to look at you. There’s a playful smile on his lips.

“Your heart is racing.”

Your blush darkens.

“Y-You’re the one leaving kisses on my neck early in the morning like we’re an old married couple what do you expect!!”

His smile just widens, and this time, he presses a kiss to your lips. You’ve completely forgotten why you were protesting.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

#clarkkent #smallville #harrywells #trust #family #hurt #secrets #powers #siblings #care #protective #clarkxreader

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kittymaine · 7 months

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Shock

Summary: Barry has electrical burns across his chest from being struck by lightning. He's caught Clark looking before, but this is the first time he's asked about them.

Whumptober Fill. Day 4. Prompt: Shock

It was a beautiful day for a late morning in bed. And it was a miraculous day that saw both him and Clark having the day off together. They had celebrated the rare occasion last night and well into the early hours of the morning.

Barry would have remained asleep a while longer, even with his frankly monstrous metabolism, because he had built up such a sleep deficit that he doubted much more than borderline starvation would have woken him up. But, the feeling of fingertips gently tracing over his chest, following swirling patterns on his skin, patterns he himself had followed himself many times while staring at himself in the mirror, slowly drew him back to wakefulness.

"They're electrical burns," Barry mumbled, his voice sleep thick and raspy.

Clark's fingers paused briefly before continuing their path around the side of his left nipple and up around toward his collar bone.

"Did it hurt?" he asked. He sounded solemn and worryingly awake.

Barry blinked his sleep gummed eyes open. Clark was leaned up next to him on one elbow, his square, blunt fingers followed the scars that curled away from the initial point of contact on his sternum.

"It hurt a lot at the time, but luckily I passed out for a bit right after and I think my healing factor kicked in while I was out and fixed up the worst of it," Barry explained. He felt more awake, but still a bit off kilter. Clark's eyes were so serious, his thick dark brows low over faintly luminous blue eyes, his mouth turned down just at the corners.

"You should have died," Clark said. The words should have sounded amazed, but instead they sounded sad and almost grief stricken.

"But, I didn't," Barry said softly, catching Clark's fingers in his own. Clark could have shrugged his grasp off like a fly, but his hand went pliant, and he let Barry pull his knuckles up to his mouth and kiss the little wrinkles in his skin.

"No, you didn't," Clark agreed, his expression lightening, his eyes crinkling in the corners with a soft smile. "It feels horrible to say, but they're beautiful."

Barry snorted a laugh through his nose. He had caught Clark looking at the scars before, but had assumed that he found them off-putting. Clark's body was perfect and only just starting to assume small wrinkles from constant skin folding. His invulnerability meant that actual scaring or other blemishes were almost impossible for him to develop. It was a relief to know that the staring was for another reason than distaste or even just sadness.

"Thank you," Barry said, using his other hand to haul Clark closer. "Fractal patterns are always pretty pleasing to the eye. I'm glad to have one of the more aesthetically pleasing scar patterns that are available."

It was Clark's turn to snort. "Yes, very fortunate for you."

"What can I say? I'm a lucky guy," Barry laughed and leaned in for his good morning kiss.

#whumptober2023 #shock #the flash #superman #barry allen #clark kent #barry/clark #fanfiction #scars #electrical burns #kittywrites #no.4 #dcu comics

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hungerofhadarr · 1 month

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Okay before bed dead space 2023 chapters 2 + 3

- I love you medical ward

- The Nicole side quest !!!! Follow where she’ s been !!!!!! She’ s important to me … she must be here … isaac it is over for both of us of course I will seek her out no question

- ISAAC CALLING FOR NICOLE UPON ENTERING HER OFFICE . Whatever . My tummy hurts so much . I frantically looked around for her when he did that like SHES HERE ?

- we both miss our girlfriend Nicole Brennan very much

- forgot to mention that in chapter one there is a whole text log giving you Isaac backstory … and it does come into play more here !! I’ m sure his backstory hasn’ t changed much but it was never That Present before .. now you’ re literally told his mom was a uniontologist and how both his parents bodies are held in ownership of uniontology … AND how he and Nicole met because his mom needed medical help later in life !!

- Nicole ex uniontologist … she’ s everything to me

- The text log of her helping a Jane Doe escape with her girlfriend from it ????? I need to go back and read that a million times UGH

- The hologram conversion between captain mathius and dr kyne ??? Ohhh that was such a good chance . The use of holograms and security recordings to show things as they actually occurred …

- also ! Security stations holding the last message sent through them !! Love that touch … instead of a random audio log on the ground it is literally like “ hey there’ s one message in here ! “

- THE NICOLE SIDE QUEST .

- The evil babies are just as stomach churning as I remember … lurker is a wonderful name for a new born baby necromorph

- the introduction scene to them … Isaac reacting verbally to the Event .. yeah

- THEY CHANGED THE SCENE FOR GETTING THE CAPTAINS RIG AND IT IS SO MUCH BETTER . I didn’ t have any issue with it before but the infector grabbing onto the body WHILE Isaac is trying to take the rig !! The body falling and transforming ON TOP of him !!! YES !!!!

- They gave Isaac Clarke a voice and his favourite word IS FUCK !!!!!

- There’ s more zero-g in this one !! Yay !! I love floating

- The fact that now , when you’ re fixing power , you have to sacrifice your lights or life support to actually have the power needed to do your task is . That’ s so good I am so scared of the dark always

- CAN NEVER FORGET MY FRIEND THE FLESH TENTACLE THAT HATES ME ‼️‼️‼️

- The fact that the weapons can be picked up during the game and aren’ t diagrams you have to hunt down and bring to the store is . Hm . I don’ t know if I like that change . Also you cannot sell your weapons anymore sad face

- Idk I like collecting that Is on Me

- HAMMOND AND DANIELS MARKER DISCUSSION I MISSED YOU ‼️‼️ now with Isaac’ s own introjections … chefs kiss

- the fights are relatively similar However the areas have changed enough that I am Not Familiar . I keep having to pause to be like O Yeah !

- THE TRAM STATIONS . Such a good touch you have to bring them out of lockdown to use them . UGH love that . And the fact you don’ t need to use them every time to start and end a chapter ???? YAAAAY

- THE NECROMORPHS ARE QUIETER . BTW . The music queue is my only hope now and even then . I am on half health always against my will

- Did I mention that Nicole has a side quest and more content now . Save me blonde girl save me

#dead space #dead space 2023 #dead space 2008 #dead space spoilers

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henrysglock · 1 year

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Some more FS au thoughts below the cut!

Henry saw El at the rink and then looked at both Brenner and Jim like: She’s my daughter now. Grand Theft Offspring.

Jim doesn't go in the kiss-and-cry booth much anymore due to the combination of unpredictable subjective point totals and his own unpredictable temper when he thinks a score is unfair. He’s upset on El’s behalf, he loves her, it’s just unnecessarily stressful for everyone involved. The kiss-and-cry booth tends to be Henry's territory, since he's more accustomed to dealing with the Everything about it. (In addition: Scott “it was totally political” Clarke makes an appearance rink-side)

Henry “You are better than they are. Superior.” Creel makes an appearance in the context of “Your competitors and their coaches, they want you to feel like you’re less-than. Don’t let them.” after El gets shoved around by a few of Brenner’s other students at Junior Nationals.

This was the same Junior Nationals where Brenner tried to “reconnect” with El after seeing her success at the previous competition. El isn’t having it, but having a big public blowout is not the way to handle things you Don’t Like in FS. That can kill your subjective scoring. Henry, more than aware of this and only somewhat afraid of Brenner after years of Fixing His Damage, catches him rink-side during warmups. He only has 10 whispered words for Brenner, the first he’s spoken directly to the man since The Injury: Come near her again, and I will kill you. Brenner’s half-convinced he means it literally. It was said so quietly that none of the surrounding cameras picked it up. Oh, how the tables have turned on the concept of “our little secret”.

Victor also wanted Henry to play hockey back in the day (because he played hockey as a boy and enjoyed spending time/having a shared hobby with Henry), but after watching little 8 year old Henry at hockey practice for One (1) hour, he went hm...maybe not. Victor “loves his son so much” Creel 100% supported Henry getting into FS instead (no one could have predicted the shitshow it would spiral into).

The Injury (pulled from Henry’s head injury in the canon electrocution scene) left Henry with a sick silver streak on his left side where they put the titanium plate in. The Party has a running joke that he looks like a supervillain because of it.

Henry stuck with Brenner from age 12 to about age 30, something of an unwritten record for a coach-athlete relationship. He only stuck with him so long because Brenner had secrets to leverage over him/had backed him into the “I’m the only one willing to have you” corner by building his cold/unfeeling/hard to work with persona.

Brenner 100% tries to cover his ass later by trying to paint Henry as a troublemaker, that really, if you think about it isn’t he the victim here, having put so much time and effort into Henry only to have him squander it by lashing out the moment he realized there might be a new winner? That little façade lasts a good long while, right up until Henry’s case is reopened and the truth of the matter comes out. The reader can fill in whatever blanks they want about what, exactly, was brought to light. The details aren’t super important atp!

El totally whoops ass at Junior Nationals, btw. She wipes the floor with all of Brenner’s newest round of students. If Henry’s a touch smug about it…well. Why shouldn’t he be?

In his day, Henry 100% had Yuzuru Hanyu style outfits, typically in some sort of white/grey/blue. Practice and coaching outfits run more along the lines of black pants and white sweaters/turtlenecks. (Scott is appreciative. If you've ever seen the pics of Yuzuru Hanyu's practice fits...you get it)

Brenner is the kind of coach to subtly rag on you from the boards. Henry is the type to actually demonstrate the skill he expects you to perform. (That’s canon, actually, shdhsjdhsj)

El's pink dress outfit from Season 1 is one of her first competition outfits. Yes, it's still a hand-me-down from Nancy. Yes, she still looks absolutely adorable. Yes, Henry's hovering behind her like a demon, daring anyone to so much as breathe wrong near her.

#FS au #henry creel #el hopper #martin brenner #creelarke if you squint #my headcanons #henryposting

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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Heyy thanks for as answering my asks, while i was reading the baby trapping bit by clark, what if bruce did baby trap tim but as his sugar baby?? (Like he got tim as a sugar baby after jason’s death as a way to cope, treating him the same way in ‘you and me always forever’ which sidenote i really love since it was so fluffy) and by the time jason comes back tim’s sugar baby contract is near expiration and bruce is like ‘i need him to stay/cant let him go’ and luckily somewhere in the contract it says tim has to give bruce a child or something and if he doesn’t, he has to pay bruce back for everything, and tim didnt see it when he signed it so now he’s like ok ill give you a child, like maybe at first he’s reluctant and he’s accepting after or maybe he was thinking of baby trapping bruce right back

-C

SUGARBABY TIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ YES!! YES ABSOLUTELY!!!!! i imagine it didn't start out like that but as the lawyers were drafting up the contract they were like 'soooo...this is a sugar baby agreement?'

and bruce and tim were like 'what? no? bruce is just going to pay tim a very specific sum (otherwise it's unpaid labor and that's a crime) to provide any physical, mental, and emotional support to bruce. tim will be living in bruce's residence and be getting his daily life expenses paid for in exchange for his constant companionship'

and the lawyers were like '....k you can call it what you want but we have a sugar baby contract already formatted and on file so it'll be easier to just call him your sugar baby.'

which is how the pregnancy clause ended up in there and both bruce and tim never saw it since they just signed their names on the dotted lines. until jason comes back and bruce sees that the contract expires when tim turns 18 unless they sign to renew it and since jason's back...tim's unlikely to renew it but....bruce doesn't want him to go.

bruce has trouble sleeping on away missions. he's gotten so used to the presence of another person beside him, of tim in his arms. sometimes if bruce is particularly restless tim will cradle him close and run his fingers through his hair, using his blunt nails to scratch at his sensitive scalp. bruce feels shivers trail down his spine and falls into the quiet murmurs that tim lets out which lull him to sleep.

tim has been there, always there at bruce's side.

when he was hurt, when he was drunk, when he was at his lowest.

bruce knows he wasn't the easiest person to deal with or mangage. bruce when he woke up with a hangover was still lucid enough to remember how tim peeled off his vomit soaked clothes and helped him intoa tub of cold water to help him sober up. but despite his shivering, tim's hands would be warm as he worked the soap into a lather and cleaned bruce's sweaty hair and chest. he'd press kisses to bruce's temple and whisper soft words to him about how he was okay now, he was home and tim was with him.

tim would join him at WE on the weekends and they'd go out to eat to one of the many restaurants nearby. it was only a single city block. there was a single busy street with beeping cars and a broken traffic light that still hasn't gotten fixed even though bruce has offered the city to pay for fixing it himself. bruce is a grown man and he's been crossing streets on his own since he was a teenager but when that light turns red and the little walking pedestrian lights up across the street....tim hold out his hand in silent demand.

tim makes bruce holds his hand as they cross and at first bruce was embarrassed. tim walked in front of him leading the charge, confident and unafraid while bruce trailed behind him, connected by their joined hands.

tim was like that when they were together. he took away the pressure, the stress of having to make decisions. bruce made the big ones every night but the small little things like what brand of shampoo bruce used or the color of his ties, or where they would eat.

those were all made by tim because he knew how much bruce hated being asked those little things.

when coworkers asked when bruce thought of the gotham knights game, or what his favorite show was, or whether he was going anywhere for the holidays- tim answered for him.

yes! and what a tremendous homerun by donahue!

you could never go wrong with a glass of whisky while watching his collection of 'the wire' dvds.

they were staying in the city this year. bruce's son was visting and they were going to keep it small, just friends and family.

it was so hard being a person. tim made it easier. made it so he didn't have to worry about saying the right thing all the time.

tim made it so he didn't feel like tearing his skin off everytime he wasn't wearing the cowl.

but even with batman tim was there, supporting him.

holding him together while alfred stitched him up.

waking him up so he didn't fall asleep with a concussion and staying up with him the entire time.

keeping track bruce's pain medications.

massaging bruce's tensed and sore limbs with a warm oil.

bruce's favorite was when he was so immersed with his work he got a stress migraine. when that would happen tim would rub at bruce's temples with tender fingers while slowly riding bruce, just whipping his hips back and forth while bruce weakly moaned into tim's neck. slow because tim didn't want to go too fast and make bruce dizzy. tim just tenderly fucked his hot cunt on bruce's cock while wrapping his arms around bruce's neck and pulling him close to kiss his forehead and whisper 'pain, pain, go away, come again another day-'

bruce would clench his fists until his knuckles were white as he came into tim so hard his eyes rolled back. and by the time bruce's heart steadied out again- his migraine would be nothing but a dull throb.

there's no part of bruce's life that tim isn't intertwined in.

tim brushes tim's hair, when he wears sneakers and the laces come undone tim kneels down and ties them for him. tim brings bruce his meals when he's in the cave and working.

he makes bruce's life easier.

he makes bruce's life better.

and when jason returns bruce is...god, he's so happy. he kisses his boy plain on the cheek and weather's his expression because the bruce of a few years ago would've never done that.

jason is back.

which mean's tim's job is done.

the honorable thing to do would pay tim his due while including a fat tip that still wouldn't make up for all he's done.

bu bruce didn't want tim to leave, didn't want whatever they had to end.

so when bruce pulled out his copy of the contract and started scoruing for a way to keep tim with him.

he found it.

the pregnancy clause.

tim would never be able to pay back the money, not when both his parents were dead and his inheritance only half of what he was supposed to get after drake industries went bankrupt.

but bruce would never ask for tim to pay that money even if tim rejected his request for a baby.

but tim doesn't.

he's red-cheeked, his eyes are darting, and he carries the air of relucatnace. he's unsure in a way he hasn't been in years but bruce think's he'll lose it.

tim stops taking his birth control, they stop making love with a condom.

bruce starts bending tim over counters and desks, fucking deep inside tim and painting his walls with hot cum.

tim gets pregnant quick because he's a perfect boy and he never fails bruce when bruce asks him for something.

they're together the entire time.

bruce never leaves his side except to get things to make tim more comfortable.

bruce is stroking the bump, their baby the size of bruce's hand as he strokes tim's mommy pouch when tim opens and closes his mouth before turning and -

"can i...can i visit them some time?"

tim is nervous and red cheeked, he's fidgiting.

"i...i know they'll be yours but...but would it be okay....if i could visit the baby sometimes?"

tim's bottom lip is trembling and bruce is frozen. he went still when he realized what tim was asking.

bruce leaps to reassure that of course tim can visit, it's their baby. why would tim think he couldn't? in fact tim doesn't need to visit he can stay here, see the baby everday. he can stay here. with bruce.

and tim's soft cries go quiet at bruce's words. his eyes are filled with crystal tears and he's staring at bruce with that soulful look.

the same one he had when they met in that dark alley where hot blood was still dripping from the broken knuckles of bruce's ripped gloves.

bruce felt like a cornered animal. standing alone in the alley where his parents died, where he met his son for the first time- where a little boy found him punching a brick wall until he tore through kevlar fabric and broke the bones in his hands.

bruce reaches for tim. the same way he did that night...on that night where he saved bruce from himself.

bruce cups tim's cheeks firmly, securely.

he lets the words flow out of his mouth. words of love, and adoration. requests and pleads for tim to stay here. in the manor. with bruce.

have this baby with bruce. raise this baby with bruce.

be bruce's. forever.

no contract. just the vow that bruce will always carve out a place in his life for tim to be there and fit in perfectly. bruce would carry tim in his chest right next to his heart for the rest of his life if he could.

stay.

please.

and tim. wonderful, glorious, magnificent tim. stays. he stays with bruce.

xxx

im so happy that you enjoyed 'you and me always forever'!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i decide to group some of the soft moments between them as well as the baby clause together!

i'm so happy you enjoy my fic!!!! your words really mean a lot to know that you enjoyed it!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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spider-jaysart · 1 year

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Headcanon Ask:

We seen plenty of times what can happen if Conner or Kara are watching over Chris and Jon. Now what about Mon-El, Clark’s Daxamite ‘brother’?

@paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

Oooh, I feel like Mon is the type of Uncle that's the "Fun, friendly favorite Uncle" for Jon and Chris whenever they're around him, so I imagine that whenever it's his turn for him to watch after them, they all end up just having a really good time together doing fun stuff like:

Going out for sundaes at the ice cream shop

Making jokes and laughing out loud together, since I imagine that Mon has a very humorous side to him that makes him very fun to be around

The three of them playing catch in the air with Krypto together

Visiting the nearby fair together for fun and also taking pictures together while they're there for memories, and they also get themselves souvenirs like hats and T-shirts and stuff

Playing the card game Go fish (I feel lke this would be their thing)

Going to the arcade and seeing who can get the highest score

Learning flipping tricks from eachother

Marathoning movies together later in the night until Clark and Lois come back home

And then once Clark and Lois are finally back home, they find the three of them peacefully asleep on the couch after the fun long day they had together as the movie is still playing on the tv

Clark and Lois smile at this warm sight and just turn off the tv for them

Lois then wakes up Mon as Clark carrys the boy's upstairs to their bedrooms

Mon, after waking up, tells them that he had a really good time with the boy's that day and that he'd be happy to watch them again, so if they need anyone's help to watch them at all, to let him know and he'd be happy to do it again

Lois and Clark, happy with his answer and his offer, let him know that they will

Mon goes upstairs to see the boy's one last time before he leaves the house

After checking up on them, as he's about to leave the room to let them sleep, both Chris and Jon wake up and ask Mon if he's gonna be coming back again

With a happy smile after hearing their question, he goes up to the both of them and while giving a playful ruffle to both of their hairs, tells them that he definitely will be, especially if Clark and Lois need him to watch them again

Both boys become very happy with the answer that their Uncle gives them and let themselves lay back down on their respective beds once again, shutting their eye's close and saying "Goodnight, Uncle Mon." Which he responds back with "Goodnight kiddos." He then gives them both a kiss goodnight to their foreheads and fixes up their blankets for them before leaving the room and gently closing the door

Thanks for the ask, Buddy! :D

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RULES | 1.03: EARTH KILLS

summary: the daughter of Marcus Kane gets sent down to the ground with 99 other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged.

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn ), kyle wick x fem!oc ( past ), clarke griffin x fem!oc ( one sided . . . or is it? )

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, mentions of death, oblivious!gabi, minor character death

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"𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦." 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩."

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. "𝘓𝘢𝘮𝘦."

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳."

𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳.

"𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?"

𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺.

"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳?" 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸, "𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦?"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦, "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘢."

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, "𝘞𝘪𝘤𝘬."

"𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺." 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯. "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘑𝘢𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 ── 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥." 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸. "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺?" 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦?"

"𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩." 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸.

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦."

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. "𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵."

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥." 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬." 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯?"

"𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵." 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯, "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."

Being locked up in solitary for a year, with no human contact except for the guards who brought her food and the ability to attend three Earth Skills classes a month, didn't do Gabriella any good. No human contact made her easily go back to being the same girl she was right after her mother's death. She was cold, emotionless, did not care about anyone but herself, and refused to listen to anyone. That changed when she met John Murphy, it was like the shield around her heart cracked open and she finally found someone who understood her. She was finally able to smile and be happy again. They were close enough that only he was able to see that side of her, the one that showed actual emotion. And that went both ways.

So, of course, he was the only person to notice how different she acted now. She has been throwing herself into work and ordering people around in order to build the wall quicker. She was sending out hunting trips along with Bellamy ── that being the only thing the two did not fight about. They knew what had to be done to survive, so they put their differences aside to keep the camp safe.

Jasper's condition didn't change at all and it made her even more anxious. Wells didn't let her stay in the dropship while Clarke was trying to fix him up and it took everything in her not to stab him in the eye.

"You have to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" Gabriella asked, not looking up from the small replica of the camp on the table in front of her.

Murphy rolled his eyes, not buying her oblivious act, and grabbed her wrist gently "Throwing your head into work instead of facing a problem head-on."

Of course he knew what she was doing, she had been doing that even before being sent to the ground. She would stuff her head into a book and shut out the world around her. It was not always bad and she mostly did it when something was bothering her.

"I am dealing with the problem head-on. I am trying to figure out how to control the camp before everything falls apart." Gabriella replied shortly.

"That's not the thing making you anxious. Bellamy is dealing with the way everything is divided, there's something else bothering you." Murphy argued.

"Maybe I just don't want to let Bellamy do everything around here." she snapped, "I don't trust him. But what else is new?"

His expression softened as he took in the blonde's behavior, "Listen, Ellie. I know it's been awhile since we actually talked but you can trust me. You do still trust me don't you?"

"Of course I do." Gabriella sighed tiredly, "It's just ── everything that happened to Jasper is messing with my head. And the fact that they won't let me see him is just making everything worse, especially when the only thing that lets me know he's alive is hearing his screams every five minutes."

Before she knew it, he pulled her into his chest, her face resting in the crook of his neck. "Jasper will be fine."

"How do you know?" she asked, her voice cracking as she melted into the warmth of the hug.

"Call it a hunch." he shrugged and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

After her short breakdown, Gabriella went to sleep and felt a lot better once she woke up. She got out of her tent to see everyone was already doing something and realized she must've slept in.

She walked around camp to see if everyone was doing what they were supposed to but stopped once she spotted her best friend, Bellamy, and a few other teenagers throwing weapons at a tree in the corner of the camp.

"Doing a good job boys." she praised, sitting on a log next to the weapons.

"Men, Ellie. Men." Murphy corrected with a cocky confident smirk.

"Keep telling yourself that, John."

Murphy clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and let out a breathy chuckle, "I love it when you talk dirty to me, Queenie."

Gabriella chuckled at the new nickname, glad that he was back to his usual self and not walking on eggshells around her like most people would if she broke down like that in front of them.

He picked up another knife and chucked it into the tree, only for it to fall straight on the ground. Gabriella tried her hardest not to laugh at the look on his face. The boy glared at her, seeing her amused expression, "You do it then if you think it's so easy. Come on."

"Fine." she rolled her eyes and pulled the knife she still had from The Ark out of the waistband of her shorts before getting into position. She lifted her arm up, turned it to the right degree, and threw the knife into the target that was drawn on the tree.

"Now, that's how it's done." Bellamy said with a small smirk, eyeing the blonde with a coy look in his eyes. The Blake boy only received a deadpan look from her and a glare from Murphy, neither of them even a little amused.

"We searched a half-mile in all directions. No sign of Trina or Pascal." Atom announced as he walked out of the woods with Jones and Mbege following behind him.

"Visit your special tree when you were out there?" Murphy couldn't help but mock, remembering Bellamy's pissed-off expression after he caught one of his best boys making out with his little sister. Then he remembered how hilarious it was to see Atom hanging off a three and could not stop the small chuckle that escaped his lips.

"Atom took his punishment. Let it go." Bellamy scolded, but didn't look too bothered by the mocking.

"Could be grounders." Atom suggested, clearly uncomfortable with talking about taking Octavia Blake's virginity right in front of her overprotective older brother.

"Yeah, or they could be in pound town." Murphy suggested playfully, picking his knife up again. "Lots of that going around recently."

"Maybe not enough." Bellamy shrugged and threw his ax at the tree, only to instantly turn around and eye Gabriella with a smirk that she rolled her eyes at. This guy could not take a hint.

"Look, Bellamy, Ella, people are scared. And that dying kid is not helping the morale around here." Atom said, ignoring Murphy's taunting.

Gabriella couldn't help but tense at the mention of Jasper and turned to glare at Atom. "Morale will go up when we get more food. That's exactly why you are going hunting later."

"And what do we say when they ask about Trina and Pascal?" Jones asked, looking between the two self-proclaimed leaders.

"Now? Nothing." Bellamy said nonchalantly, "It's possible they're just lost. We'll keep an eye out for them when we go hunting."

The Kane turned towards him. "Gather up the hunting team and be back before dawn. We don't need any more people missing."

Bellamy raised an eyebrow at her "You're not going?"

"And do what? Leave the prince and princess in charge? Not a chance." she responded, picking her knife up, putting it into the pocket of her jacket, and walking away to the dropship.

She was going to see how Jasper was doing, even if she had to stab Wells with a knife to get in. Just as she was about to start climbing onto the second level of the dropship, Jasper let out a haunting scream that was even worse than the ones before. Gabriella climbed quicker and threw the drop open, not caring if she hit anyone while doing so. "What the hell are you doing? You're gonna kill him!"

"She's trying to save his life." Finn defended quickly, desperately trying to keep Jasper's body from moving.

"She can't."

Gabriella turned around at the sound of Bellamy's voice to see that the Blake siblings climbed up behind her. Jasper's screams were definitely echoing through the entire camp.

"Back off." Wells told the eldest Blake, trying to appear tough in front of Clarke but failing miserably once he received an unimpressed look from Bellamy who didn't even bother to argue with him.

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die." Clarke glared up at Bellamy.

"Kid's a goner." he huffed, "If you can't see that, you're deluded. He's making people crazy."

"Well I'm sorry if Jasper's life is such an inconvenience to you, but down here every life matters. Especially his since I'm going to give you hell if he dies and it turns out to be your fault." Gabriella snapped at him, her glare murderous.

"Take a look at him!" Bellamy shot back. A big part of him was confused about why she even cared so much about the dying boy. "He's a lost cause."

Gabriella drowned out the rest of the conversation as she stared down at the barely breathing body of one of her closest friends. She snapped out of it when she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard Clarke assure her. "Ella, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."

"I'll believe it when I see it, Clarke." she responded coldly making the Griffin drop her hand back to the floor in defeat.

"This isn't about hope, it's about guts." Bellamy chimmed in, "You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days. If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself."

"You really wanna test me right now, Blake? Because if you even lay a finger on him I will kill you." Gabriella glared, "Just ask how I got locked up in the first place."

"I'm just saying, Bambi. Don't give yourself false hope or you will end up getting hurt." Bellamy said sternly before he turned to his sister. "Octavia, let's go."

"I'm staying here." the brunette said, not looking away from Jasper's body, except to give Gabriella a reassuring smile which she returned half-heartedly.

"Power-hungry, self-serving jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." Monty said bitterly as soon as Bellamy was out of earshot. He flashed Octavia an apologetic look. "No offense."

The girl only shook her head, knowing what he was saying was only half true. Bellamy really has not cared about anyone but herself and their mother for a long time.

"Bellamy is all that." started Finn and let out a heavy sigh, "But he also happens to be right."

Sam scoffed and glared at him "Why don't you do us all a favor and leave then, Spacewalker? Go ahead and join Bellamy, Murphy, and their rabid dogs. It's not like you're helping here anyway."

"Yeah what he said." Monty pointed at the blond awkwardly, avoiding making eye contact with anyone and keeping his eyes on Jasper.

"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴."

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?" 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 ── "

" . . . 𝘵𝘰𝘰." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, "𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰."

𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵!"

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩! 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 ── "

𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱."

"𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?" 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦." 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵?"

𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩."

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥, "𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦."

Gabriella looked up from Jasper to see Clarke and Wells entering the second level of the dropship.

"So, uh ── Finn, Sam, Wells, and I are going to look for some herbs to help Jasper heal faster." Clarke started, eying her skeptically. "Do you have everything in control here?"

"Yeah. Of course." she nodded confidently, knowing she would not let anyone touch Jasper.

"You are gonna take care of him, right?" Clarke asked and received a nod from Gabriella but it was obviously not enough for Wells.

"How can we trust you, you won't let Murphy or someone else come in and kill him?"

"Well I hope not, I mean I am kind of a psychopath." Gabriella said with a blank expression on her face. When she receives a pointed look from Clarke she deadpans. "Do you want me to pinky swear?"

Clarke let out a sigh and nodded to herself, before heading down to the main level without another word. Wells followed her with a confused look. "You are trusting her alone with him?"

"She is not gonna be alone. Octavia and Monty are up there too." she hesitated before adding, "And for your information, I do trust her."

It's been two hours of silence. Monty was working on contacting The Ark, Octavia looking at him with curiosity sparkling in her eyes, and Gabriella trying to do something to ease her boredom.

She and Monty had an unspoken understanding so both of them understood each other's priorities. Monty wanted The Ark to come down and wanted to do everything in his power to help while Gabriella didn't want anything to do with helping it.

"So, uh . . . you and my brother?"

Gabriella tore her eyes away from Jasper as soon as the words left Octavia's mouth. She blinked. "What?"

"I'm just gonna say it because no one else will and because you obviously don't see it." the younger Blake sibling started bluntly, "Murphy follows you around like a lovesick puppy and you and my brother look like you're about to jump each other's bones any second."

The blonde took a deep shaky breath "Ever since we met, John has been my best friend. Yeah, we flirted, but it was always our way to joke around . . . "

"But do you want it to be more?" Octavia asked curiously.

"Of course she does." Monty scoffed. "Have you seen the way they look at each other? I thought that after a year of you two not seeing each other that the tension and obliviousness would disappear but you still don't see it."

Gabriella glared at him. "You're saying it like he has feelings for me or something."

Monty stared at her in disbelief. "Are you serious?" He looked at the Blake sister for help. "Octavia, is she being serious?"

Octavia chuckled at the interaction. It was obvious the two had a close sibling-like relationship. It was not as strong as Jasper and Monty's but she could see they cared about each other a lot.

"And my brother is ── "

"── completely unable to take a hint?" Gabi cut her off with a snort, "Doesn't take no for an answer? Thinks that no means yes and that never gonna happen means take me back to your tent, I'm yours? Figured."

Monty and Octavia shared a look before bursting out laughing with Gabriella following after trying to keep a serious expression for a few seconds. Their moment was interrupted when most of the delinquents went rushing into the dropship panicked, most of them screaming and crying.

"What the hell is going on?" Gabriella asked the crowd loudly.

"Air got thick, everybody's skin started burning." A girl, she believed was called Monroe, told them.

"Guys, my brother is out there." Octavia panicked and Gabriella put a reassuring hand on her back.

"Bellamy can handle himself. He will be fine."

The blonde quickly got up and made sure everyone was inside before closing the dropship door. She told the kids that weren't injured to get on the third level while she got Octavia to help her with the kids on the bottom level. There weren't any dead delinquents in the dropship but judging by the number of teenagers that were inside right now, Gabriella was sure some of them were stuck outside. She hoped they found appropriate shelter because whatever that fog was, was obviously very toxic and possibly deadly.

Once she was sure everyone was settled, she flopped down on the hammock next to Murphy "You sure the fog didn't get to you?"

"Don't worry about me." he said with a half-smile, "How's Jordan doing?"

"Clarke, Finn, Wells, and Sam should be here with the stuff to fix him up soon. So I think he should be okay."

"I told you. That kid lived through getting speared in the chest. He's not going down easily." Murphy said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Now get some sleep. I'll wake you up when the fog goes away."

Once they were sure the fog was gone, Gabriella opened the dropship, and about an hour later, the hunting group was back accompanied by the group that went to get the plants for Jasper.

Gabriella watched as Octavia lifted the sheet to reveal Atom's dead body and ran away sobbing. The blonde felt sympathy for the younger girl, she never had a life but once she finally had one, the guy she has feelings for gets killed. So against her better judgment, she ran after the brunette to the back of the dropship and let her break down into her arms. She watched Octavia Blake get through the first of many losses she will face on the ground.

"Thanks, El." Octavia sniffed. "You are not half as bad as my brother says you are."

"I am, you just haven't done anything to piss me off yet, Tavi." she ruffled her hair a little.

Octavia smiled and whipped off some of the tears from her face. "I'll go check up on Jasper and see how he's doing."

Gabriella was about to tell her she was gonna go with her until she looked over her shoulder to see Clarke standing there with a nervous look on her face. "I'll catch up with you in a bit."

The two blondes watched Octavia walk away before they faced each other.

"Yes, Princess?" Gabriella asked, crossing her arms over her chest defensively, the familiar nickname sounding as venomous as it did every time she said it.

Clarke cleared her throat and fidgeted with her hands. Her nerves could rarely be seen by her mannerism. She usually just had a shaky voice. Not that she was ever really nervous anyway. "Now that I came face to face with the truth about what my mother really did, I think it's time I tell you the truth."

"The truth? The truth about what?"

"I had a crush on you." Clarke blurted out before she could back down. She let out a sigh when she saw the confused look on her ex-best friend's face "I had a crush on you and Wells found out. I thought he was gonna tell you so I distanced myself, too afraid I'll lose you the hard way."

The female Kane watched her carefully for a few seconds before a genuine smile appeared on her face. "You had a crush on me?"

"Of course I did." Clarke chuckled to herself, "Who wouldn't?"

Gabriella chuckled softly, her smile forming into a shit-eating grin. "I was your bisexual awakening."

"Shut up." Clarke rolled her eyes but could not hide the blush that rose to her pale cheeks.

"So you didn't hate me?" Gabriella asked the fellow blonde, slightly nervous now.

Clarke's smile dropped, taken aback that Gabriella would even ask her that, "Of course not. You were one of the most important people in my life. You still are. And I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make our friendship the way it used to be. Because I need you, Ella. Especially down here."

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Twilight's Last Gleaming Liveblog

Oh my. I need to get ready. This is the episode that made me fall in love with this show. This show is tragedy after tragedy.

A delinquent can't catch a break.

Ok here we go.

Bleh. Post coital Flarke.

She's sweet and tender. He'a selfish ass. Oh no don't tell him you have feelings for him. "I wanted it to be you."

I should probably tell you that last night for me, wasn't really about you. Just wanted to have my first earth sex and you were around, passably cute. snickersnicker. Aren't you a fucking comedian.

Oh Jaha is telling abby that the oxygen is getting worse. Pulmonary toxicity. Prison section is on half air, and Jaha is giving her extra O2. And he's telling her that they're going to 'excise' 320 people.

And here's my baby Raven hitting atmosphere. "don't let me blow up." ooh. It looks like it's close.

More cute Flarke. And Clarke got a new shirt in the bunker. "We should share." And he's like oh we need it to keep a safe place. But he's looking at her like he's in loooove. "I wanted it to be you too," he whispers. While his girlfriend is burning up in the sky. Look Clarke see's her. Finn tells her to wish on a shooting star. And she's like what are you nuts? Nope not a shooting star.

Bellamy is in bed with two girls. I forgot about that. One of them REALLY looks like Clarke. B is stressed. He's like oh no I'm gonna get in trouble for murdering Jaha.

She is like oh maybe it's food packets. Finn is trying to delay her. That guy. Bellamy is also trying to delay people. That guy. Y'all are both shady. O is trying to push him because she doesn't know.

Uh oh. Little red headed Reese and her papa Tor Lemkin. She's gone blind in one eye. Ugh. He asks if they're going to fix it. Abby says I hope so. Abby is desperate for that radio contact from Raven. It's the only wya they can save these people. They let her out of jail to work medical because there are too many sick people.

Raven is knocked out in the pod. Clarke and Finn are back with the delinquents. Oh look Fox tattling on Bellamy. Oh look, Bellamy's snotty girlfriend. Hook up. Clarke 'should have known he'd go for that radio." Now she thinks she has to predict everything everyoone is going to do. O followed Bellamy. Calls him a selfish dick. and he tells her that he shot Jaha, and when they come down, he's dead. "someone came to me with a deal. Do this. Kill him. And they'd get me on the dropship."

The O and Bellamy conflict begins. "I didn't ask for any of this."

Kane is trying to make the culling look like an accident. Section 17. BTW that was Bellamy's section. Planning murder. Jaha approves. But Jaha has decided to be in section seventeen. He says Kane has a strength that is not weakened by sentiment. That is really mean.

Bellamy finds Raven, takes out a knife and.....

Rips the radio out. Closes door. Leaves Raven passed out. Throws radio in the river. Even as a bad guy he's not very bad. And he's getting less bad as each episode passes.

Raven. Clarke sees her. "Oh my god." "Hi. I made it?" You see that look they give each other? Yes. Princess mechanic all the way. Dump the floppy haired wonder. Y'all work well together.

Poor Clarkie when she watched Raven run up to Finn and kiss him. That is just not fair. What a jerk. Honestly. Poor Clarke she looks like her heart is broken. Man. And honestly Raven, please stop looking at him like that. HE doesn't deserve it. Although she probably ha a concussion.

Finn apologizes. Clarke doesn't wan to talk about it. He introduces them, and Raven tells her that Abby was the one to send her down. She tells her about the culling. The radio is gone. Clarke knows Bellamy took the radio.

Jaha and his chess set. Abby is scolding him for joining s 17 and saying he's copping out. Calls him a coward. She finds Jake's recording from when he wanted to expose the failing air.

O by herself in the woods, because B sent her back to camp, oh is this Lincoln coming up?

She trips down a hill.

Clarke confronts Bellamy. Hey princess you taking a walk in the woods? lol. She tells him about the culling. Finn pushes him. Raven is like oh yeah you're the one who shot Jaha. Clarke figures out that's why he took off the wristbands. Where's my radio? Raven says.

I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. Ok yeah sure big shot.

He takes her by the throat and pushes her against the tree. She whips out a knife.

She tells him he's not dead. "You're a lousy shot." Which is 100% not true. He's a great shot. So he did it on purpose. Lousy bad guy. And he looks devastated. Says it's too late. Because he dumped the radio.

Jake Griffin's announcement is playing EVERYWHERE on the ark. The air is out. Abby reports about the culling. Too late guards. Kane tough guy. She's going to be the love of your life.

Finn trying to explain he didn't think he'd see Raven again. She's like. "But you wouldn't take off your wristband. You had hope. but it's ok I get it. I was around, passably cute."

Bellamy is all gloomy now. Acting tough guy when he's all sad and heartbroken. Raven of course can figure out how to contact them wihtout the radio because she's a genius.

Kane things there are going to be riots. He blames Abby. "Tha'ts what you've done." This is like the opposite of the Bellamy/Clarke situation with murphy.

They send in Tor Lemkin to talk to Abby about the oxygen. And he hands in his dog tag to volunteer. Jaha is like "For what?"

I'm already crying.

Whimpering. Damn him. Next guy. Give my wife a little extra air. A lady without a word.

"jake was right," jaha said. "it would bring out the best in us." When I think that those bastards made their sacrifice worth absolutely fucking nothing in season 7. Shh. I'm not talking about the bad place. Just season 1.

Raven is engineering. Clarke is upset and worrying. Will the ark see their rockets?. "But your mom will be watching. I've never seen anyone love someone like she loves you."

Kane is eating crow about the volunteers. Jaha still plans on volunteering. He's feeling guilt for executing Jake. Kane says "one decision does not define a man." Ironic because this culling decision right here is the one that defines Kane and changes everything for him.

Tor Lemkin is "volunteering for an extra shift" and saying goodbye to Reese who has no clue. Abby still hoping to hear from Raven.

Kane and Abby watching the volunteers while the kids are trying to set up the rockets on earth.

Everyone sits on the floor and the music is playing. It cuts back and forth between the culling volunteers willingly going to their death to save the rest of the ark, the ark leaders watching, giving the order. Oh Jaha takes the button away from Sinclair and presses it himself so Sinclair won't have to have that on his consience.

And AFTER he presses his button, the rockets on earth take off. Abby closes her eyes in sorrow. The people in th17 start falling asleep. Tor Lemkin is looking at Reeses barette. Overvoice is Jaha offering a blessing for the dead.

He drops the fucking barette.

Abby and the doctors go into 17. They're all sleeping on the floor together. Not sleeping. Dead. Ugh. All the bodies. She walks through them with the grim music and closes the eyes of one woman and they begin carrying people out on stretchers. She picks up Tor's daughters barette and tears come to her eyes.

AND THERE ARE THE ROCKETS. Bellamy wondering if they can see the rockets from up there? Clarke asking about if you could wish on a shooting star. He says he wouldn't know what to wish for. Asks her what about you and she looks over at the unworthy Finn.

Octavia wakes up in the dark, sees a SCARY MAN. But we know it's just Lincoln. He was scary looking though. Monster looking.

Abby is sitting in Clarke's cell and staring up at the sky light. Jaha comes, offers her some booze. "We mke the best choices we can, and then we put our faith in a forgiving god," Jaha says. Do you think we deserve to be forgiven? Abby asks. And then SHE SEES THE ROCKETS.

JAHA instantly realizes that he killed people for no reason while Abby is seeing hope.

Okay, so watching Murphy's Law and Twilight's Last Gleaming one after the other, I actually have to say that I think Murphy's Law was better. Story wise. TLG is a tear jerker, don't get me wrong, but so much of it is set up, and building up to everything that comes next in the season with coming down to earth while Murphy's law is a turning point in the story from post apocalyptic Lord of the Flies as these characters abruptly grow up REAL fast and it is pretty much self contained. The main conflicts of that ep are resolved IN that ep, although it does build the new Bellarke team. TLG is slower and more about the politics and character development in a slow way, Flarke romance, Bellamy's fear of them coming down, the B and O conflict, Jaha's grief, Raven and Finn reunion. And probably most dominant, the Abby and Kane power play.

THIS is actually a replication of the same dynamic between Bellamy and Clarke in Murphy's Law, although more drawn out and political. I mean Bellarke are also in a political fight, but it's 100 kids vs the whole ARk, and it just started where Kabby have been squabbling for what seems like years. And Kane IS the soldier that Bellamy is kind of just pretending to be. ALthough he's ALL ABOUT the rules, while Bellamy has discarded them after his mom was floated and his sister was imprisoned. But Abby and Kane don't find their partnership yet in this episode, even though Bellarke and Kabby are parallel here.

It has now set up the Raven Finn Clarke love triangle. Raven's awesomeness. Finn's suckiness. The Bellarke power pairing. The missing Octavia and soon to be beloved Lincoln. Abby learns that she was right the whole time. They learn that the Ark CAN go to earth. The devastation of the Culling. The story is changing. Right here. The delinquents make contact with the Ark. We also find out why Bellamy has been such a jerk, and he finds out that he didn't kill Jaha. From now on, Bellamy also has a shift in character.

#the 100 rewatch 2023 #twilight's last gleaming #liveblog

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shyinadarkplace · 1 year

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So You Like Big- Part Five

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader

Warnings: There is definite size kink, future office sex?, Clark Kent (yes he is a warning), language, I can't think of any thing else. There are some dom/sub themes but nothing to crazy. I guess I should also include that Lois Lane is a pretty shite person in this whole series.

Authors Note: THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST EVER! This whole thing comes from this lovely anon ask -"Hi Sweetie ! Can I request something fluffy/smutty with Clark Kent? He notices the reader has a size kink so he plays with her?" This is where all the good stuff happens. It is a bit of a slow burn based of an established friendship. It does get a little heavy at times but I promise there is a bunch more light hearted and steamy things coming. Thank you for reading.

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Please do not copy rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my work in any capacity even with credit. I do not own Clark Kent , Henry Cavill or any of his characters.Keep reading

Already turned on from lunch, I almost whimper with need at the thought of Clark doing any or all of those things. Fuuuuuuck. “Hey guys. Maintenance said it will a couple of hours before they can get up here with stuff to fix this door or more than likely a new one. I am so sorry.” I jump at the sound of the guys voice lost in my own fantasy. Clark stands by the door “Yeah no worries man. We have some water and stuff so we will be here.” Clark says. As soon as the interns footsteps fade Clark rolls up his sleeves. “What’s your safe word pretty girl?” His voice is low and firm but hot and gentle. “D-Dr.Fate.” “And you know you can use colors too, right?” “Yes.” He moves in closer, slowly caging me in. His eyes are pools of deep cerulean blue, desire etched on his face, in every line of his body. Gently he cups my jaw. “Do you want my fingers, my mouth, or my cock sweetheart?” His thumb strokes my bottom lip. I am so fucked for this man. “Hmm tell me what you want. Or do you want to watch me stroke my dick while I tell you all the filthy things I want to do to you, while you sit like a good girl not touching and not coming.” That thought though enticing seemed like torture. “I want you Clark.” He leans in lips brushing mine a silent query. My hands slide up his chest as I stand on my tiptoes clutching the back of his neck and press my lips firmly against his. A moan escapes me as his fingers grip the base of my braid and he tilts my head back. His kiss is gentle yet dominating. Hot and possessive. His mouth ravishes mine. Taking. Demanding. His tongue strokes my lips seeking entrance and I grant it. I whimper at the taste of him. I need more. My nails dig into the back of his neck as I pull myself slightly higher using the wall behind me for support. Clarks groan drives me further and the way he shifts to lift then pin me to the wall. The way he touches me is dominate and yet almost reverent. Fuck it feels so good. “Clark. Fuck.” barely a whisper against his mouth. “Need more.” I enjoy the moment when he lets out an almost needy sound as I plunder his mouth in return and drag my teeth across his lip. Nipping roughly the taste of iron coats my tongue slightly and I press my needy core against him whimpering. Suddenly I need to breathe. I pull back and Clark gives a slight growl. “I know just what you need, baby.,” His voice is rough and low, sending shivers through me. “I need you to fuck me. Please.” He growls, making me moan and rock myself against him again. “Take off your skirt.” He sets me down and I fumble with the damn thing for a second before it falls to the floor and I kick it away. Clark looks at me and licks those sharp canines of his . “Take it all off.” I don't think about how much time we have left or anything except the promise in his voice. “Good girl. Now I am gonna work my way down this gorgeous curvy body until I can eat what I’ve been dreaming of.” I can’t think I just whisper yes. Clarks POV. I will never forget the way (y/n/n) looks right now. All fucked out and I haven’t even fucked her yet. Cheeks flushed and lips swollen . I kiss her neck . Loving the sharp intake of breath as I lick and bite. My hands memorize every curve. Slowly I lower myself . Looking in her eyes as I play with her tits. Kneading them, making her press her thighs together and her head tilt back. I can’t resist the urge to pluck at her nipples before lavishing them with attention. Taking each nub in my mouth sucking, licking and biting until she is panting my name.

Her nails are digging into my shoulders, part of me is wondering how the fuck she is doing that , actually breaking skin, but mostly I don’t give a fuck. “Clark. Oh god . Please. I need to cum. Need something.” She half sobs. “Fuck. I’ll take care of you baby.” If I am being honest I am dizzy with desire, half certain that my cock contains at least a quarter of my blood supply, not to mention the smell of her arousal is intoxicating. Carefully I lift one of her legs over my shoulder which puts her on full display. “Is all this for me Sweetheart?” my cock is throbbing painfully at the sight of her sex literally glistening. The apex of her thighs already slick with desire begging for release. Gently exploring her pussy I can’t help but watch her face. She still hasn’t answered me though. I growl as I slip my middle finger inside but don’t move. (y/n/n) whines and rolls her hips. “Clark, please.” Slowly I pump my fingers “You didn’t answer me. Is all this wetness for me?” she gasps “yes. Yes . All for you.” “Good girl.” she is already dripping down my finger so I add another and she groans. I pump my fingers crooking them until I stroke that sweet spot deep inside her and she lets out the most erotic moan I have ever heard. “Did I find your spot sweet girl? Hmm?” “Fuck. Yes.” I can feel her legs trembling, feel the way she is milking my fingers. “Don’t cum until I tell you baby. You can hold on right?” THWACK she yelps as my hand makes contact with the side of her ass and even with my super hearing I almost miss when mumbles daddy. “Y-yes I can hold on.” There is no more waiting. Lifting her other leg over my shoulder I bury my face in her pussy. Slowly I work my jaw tasting and teasing her with my tongue. She moans loudly again before covering her mouth. I smirk. Looking up again she looks like a goddess with me between her thighs, her head tilted back and her fingers digging into my forearm. Adding my fingers back into the mix while I suck and stroke her clit has her sobbing and shaking. “D-damn.” I give her more. The come hither motion of my fingers combined with my mouth lapping up her arousal and giving her swollen clit long firm licks has her bucking against my mouth. Above me I hear her saying my name like a prayer, along with a few other titles we will have to explore later. “Clark. Clark. Fuck. Please, I need to come. Can’t hold it. Fuck. please.” I can’t deny her now.

“Since you asked so nice. I’ll let you cum baby.” I speed up the stroke of my fingers and her hand creeps to my hair. Fuck that is so hot. Then I suck hard on her clit. She is whimpering bucking against my mouth. I can feel her arousal dripping down my fingers and hand. Then she pulls my hair harder and gives a muffled scream as her body goes rigid. Thick cream streams down my hand as she squirts all over my face. Every stroke of my fingers made her shake and jerk. Carefully I lowered her so her legs were on either side of my waist. Turning I put my back against the wall and sat down. We were both breathing hard and she was gripping the front of my shirt with her face buried in my chest. Gently I stroke her back and kiss the top of her head. “Are you okay baby? Didn;t hurt you did I?” I wait a moment knowing that might have been a lot. “Mmm. I’m okay. Better than. No Big you didn’t hurt me. That was amazing. I’ve never done that.” “Never done what. Got your pussy eaten in a supply closet at work?” I love the sound of her giggle. “Well that either. But I meant squirt.” Our moment is interrupted when a guy yells. “Hey! We will have you guys out in about 15 minutes.” I sigh and we both just yell yeah okay. (y/n) is blushing as she gathers her clothes . I pull a small wash cloth from my shoulder bag (thank god I packed for the gym today) and have her come to me. As I start to clean her up she whispers “no no you don’t have to do that.” I softly kiss her . “Let me take care of you baby. I want to do this. Will you let me.” She looks awed as she nods yes. I quickly and carefully clean her up and help her dress.

None of that is what really happens though. The intern calls through the door, “they are on the way up to get the door open sorry about that.” and he walks away. “So Sweetheart. We have a few minutes before they come and get that door open how about I test my theory.” Honestly my legs are already shaking but I try to put on a front, ya know, because I would like to at least appear to be like the sassy confident smart mouth women that are in the books I read. “Test away Kent. I won’t give anything away.” He chuckles. “You won’t huh? What if I said you already had?”

“ I would call bs.” He licks his lips and I get just the briefest glimpse of what I call his fangs. “Well I will prove it then. When I took my jacket off and started toward you rather than moving so you weren’t against a wall you backed up. Your pupils dilated and your breathing increased. Right now you can’t help but keep eye contact because you know that’s what I want. You know I want to see every reaction you have to me. Right now you love how I am caging you against this wall, but what really gets you is I’m not using force just our size difference . Lie to me and tell me I’m wrong baby.” For a moment I can’t speak. The door to the supply closet opens and I rush out. The rest of the day I can feel Clark looking heatedly at me as I try to finish work as quickly as possible. Thankful beyond belief when I am finally home and in bed. My face still feels like its on fire and I keep replaying that stupid fantasy in my head. I’m so horny I could cry but I know my fingers will be nothing compared to Clark’s . Eventually though I do fall asleep, but its hardly restful as wet dreams leave me tossing and turning.

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stoptellinglieslois · 9 months

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Principal of pleasure part 23

Clark and Dick continue talking at the park and discuss their desire and their relationship.

Superman x Dick pairing

Dick

We sat at this bench for sometime talking about various topics about are sexual interest, He really told me that Queen convince him that he wanted to be treated in that way and in anyway shape or form he did not hurt him on purpose or had any evil or nefarious intent.

And I understood that completely. "We've been sitting here for a while do you want to go somewhere." Kal said. "Ok where should we go then." He stared at me for a moment his head cocked to the side. "I could fly us to the cabin and we could spend some time there for a while." The cabin where we first made love there and where all hell broke loose.

"I don't know Kal the last time we were there I left there not happy."

"Well this time it won't be that way we will make it better and we will make it good this time."

"I don't know."

"Come on you don't trust me now because I told you all those things about Arrow."

"No no it's just that we should try to figure out other solutions on how to be alone together."

"Exactly the cabins are a great place to be alone." he insisted.

I thought about it and I caved in to him, Because I didn't know where to go right now. "Ok you win let's go." We got up from the bench and walked towards a wooded area no one was around and he picked me up and we lifted up into the sky.

We flew so fast and before I knew it we where at the cabin Kal deposed me on the ground where there was snow now has grass, Trees and greenery all around us birds chirping the sound of late summer over took what was once snowy and cold it was late evening and it's best for us just to go inside.

Kal rubbed my shoulders and guided me towards the cabin, He fumbled his pocket for the key found them turned the knob and we went into the small house.

I walked in and sat on the small kitchen table it was simple and I pulled up a chair the kitchen set had only two chairs. I looked up at Kal who was not joining me in the kitchen but busying himself in the small place fixing and adjusting the place at high speed. "Can I get some coffee Kal please." I adjusted the chair it was a little woobly he stopped cleaning. "Sure hang on." He stopped doing things at high speed and walked up to the wooden counter and opened the tap poured water in the small metal kettle.

and busy himself opening up the cabinets for two mugs. "Any sugar in your coffee." Kal back was turned and called out to me not looking back at me. "One sugar." I replied still looking at his strong back muscle form in each movement I would admire his physique without him knowing I was looking.

Kal put the kettle on the small stove on low and he sat down across from me.

He sighed. "Well what would you like to do tonight I'll do whatever you want, however you want." Wow Kal voice had warm and low timber to his voice which it called out to me and turned me on telling me to come out that the coast was clear we didn't need to hide.

I stared at him he looked at me knowing he would trigger me to come out now stop playing the hero.

I got up and sat on his lap. "Right now let's get some coffee in me first." Kal started feeling me up nuzzling my neck large hands all over me. "Do you want something else in you right now tell me what you want me in you." I let him paw me and he lifted me up and carried me to bed.

He put me down on the bed and he was on top of me. "What should we do Dick tell me." As he kissed me fervently he started unbuckling his belt quickly and unzipping his pants and then started to undo my pants.

"Fuck me Kal I want you to fuck me." He wasted no time opening the draw and pulled out a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on his hand.

With his lube up fingers he inserted two digits inside of my opening as he worked my ass.

I was panting so much as I wrapped my legs around his waist and I started humping and giving him a clue to pull out his fingers, And he slowly entered me.

As he thrust into me the bed creaked frequently every time we moved. "Kal I think....ah the bed will cave ...yes from under us." I panted out. "It's ok I could fix it." he said sweat gleamed in his forehead.

As he was inside of me I heard a buzz on my stomach I didn't take off my hoodie my cell is in my pocket. "Kal my cell ring." I stared up at him his blue eyes went wide but he didn't stop though. "Should I pick it up." I said my heart is racing.

"What if it's your wife."

"I'm not picking it up if it's Barbara." As Kal still was doing me my cell stopped ringing and started ringing again. "Fine I'll pick it up." I pulled out my cell and answered it without looking at the screen ID.

"Dick." Bruce's deep baritone dark voice came into my ear like an electric shock went through my body and I frantically waved my cell in front of Kal's face.

"Bruce." I murmured to Kal stayed still inside of me his square jaw twitched, We both quietly breathed and stayed still not moving. "Dick are you there." I had to respond to him. "Yes." I said refusing not to let my voice betray me.

"Bruce can I call you back." At that moment Kal decided to slam inside of me.

"Why?" Because I'm being impaled by a huge cock that's why Kal went faster in his pace inside of me picking up momentum. "I'm busy." I 'm praying for the life of me He does not hear anything out of the ordinary.

"Too busy to talk to me your father." Oh he threw that at me trying to guilt trip me.

"I could call you back B."

"Are you alone." I had to get rid of him Kal was not stopping he kept pressing the buttons that drove me crazy I needed to hang up. "Yes." Kal hit that spot. "I'll call you." I ended the call.

I dropped the phone on the floor Kal spilled himself inside of me I came all over my hoodie at the same time.

"Oh god Kal he's snooping on me I can feel it."

"He doesn't know a thing even if he's snooping let him snoop he'll never find me." Kal panting and ruffling my hair a smug smile on his face.

"Why are you smiling."

"Because it was good what we just did and I don't regret it."

My phone buzzed again.

End of part 23 next is part 24

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lokislastlove · 2 years

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Rural Rivalry (Bucky Barnes x Reader x Clark Kent) p1

Summary: Moving back home is made tolerable when you start dating you old grade school crush, but tensions build between him and your childhood best friend.

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, smut, fingering, rough sex, spanking, (some others but ya know… spoilers 🤫)

Note: This was the first thing I ever wrote, and I decided to go back and edit the hell out of it because it was BAD 😬. I feel a bit better about it now so I figured I’d post it. Fuck it. THIS IS A DARK FIC! Mind the warnings y’all. 😘

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Chapter 1:

The bed squeaks as you stand to peek out the sheer curtain for signs of your boyfriend. It’s Friday, which means it’s date night. There isn’t much to do in this town, dates are limited to a movie at the small theater or dinner at one of the grand total of three restaurants - if you can even call them that. One is a 24 hour diner, another is just the local bar that serves some notably tasty BBQ.

Tonight, however, your destination is a bonfire by the river with a couple friends. Not a particularly romantic date, you suppose, but still one of your favorite nights out. It is likely the last bonfire for a while as the weather starts to chill, the familiar biting breeze creating goosebumps with each passing gust.

A smile brightens your face as dim headlights turn down the long dirt road leading to your family’s farmhouse. Stepping away from the window, you check yourself one last time in the mirror before grabbing your phone and heading downstairs. You have had a little extra bounce in your step for the past six months since you officially started dating. Really, you doubt you’ll ever get rid of those butterflies that flitter your stomach at the thought of him.

Jumping the last step on the stairs, you rush toward the front door and grab your coat. You hear the short honk of the horn outside and holler goodnight to your parents, currently lounging in the living room as they do most evenings.

With a sharp snap, you close the door behind you and shoot your most dazzling smile to the man leaning against the dusty muscle car.

“Well hey darlin’ you ready to go?” He smirks as he makes no effort to hide his eyes wandering down your body.

“Aren’t I always?” You grin back, dragging your fingers teasingly across his broad chest as you slide past him onto the soft leather seats.

“Mmm, good girl” he hums, throwing you one last flirty look before closing the door. He knows you love hearing him say that, it’s always a sure way to get you flustered which he finds irresistible.

The engine roars to life as he places his large hand on your thigh. It became a regular gesture after the first month, around the time you let him take your virginity. At first it felt like he was just trying to be close but over time you start to recognize the possessiveness in these seemingly casual caresses.

Still, it doesn’t bother you, in fact you kind of enjoy this dominating side of his personality, it’s a huge turn on. You can’t help but stare at his beautiful blue eyes and long dark hair, pulled back into a low bun that matches the dark stubble littering his strong jawline.

“You’re so pretty, Bucky” you coo as you caress his cheek.

Pretty is an understatement, gorgeous is more appropriate. Too stunning to be hidden away in this small town, but who are you to complain? The corner of his lips lift in response and he shifts to give your hand a quick kiss, but his attention is stolen by something ahead.

“What is it?” You frown and follow his icy glare only to spot your neighbor, Clark.

Clark is shirtless with grease spotting his thick arms and broad chest. He stands straight as he watches Bucky’s approaching car, toned muscles rippling as he reaches to close the hood of the truck he had been working on. He gives you a curt nod of his head and you return a small smile and brief wave as you pass.

“I don’t know why he makes you so angry. He’s harmless.” You say, taking one last peek behind you at Clark whose eyes are still fixed on you as you drive away.

Bucky’s hand tightens on your thigh as he scoffs, “is that why he’s always watching like he wants to make a meal out of you?”

You roll your eyes, “oh come on. We grew up together! We are just old friends and I think he’s just a bit protective, like a big brother.”

“Mmhmm. Whatever you say, doll” Bucky grumbles, trying to avoid discussing this again.

Out in the country where large family plots keep your neighbors at a distance, it was inevitable that Clark would be your friend. You grew up together, the only kid your age you saw on a regular basis. You stayed best friends throughout your childhood, until around high school when puberty drove it’s awkward wedge between you.

He started to gain muscle, lots of muscle, and he quickly became one of the most popular boys in school. Despite his obvious good looks, however, it was hard for you to see him as anything other than the goofy boy you used to have sleep overs with. Hardly anyone knew about his fear of thunder storms, or the small brown spot in the blue of his left eye. You never thought twice about his lingering touches or appreciative stares because he had always felt like family.

Which is why it is so frustrating that Clark and Bucky never seem to get along, something you hope time will heal.

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After spending the car ride placating Bucky, you finally pull up to your usual spot near the river. Bucky grabs your hand, turning it over to place a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist while looking into your eyes before releasing you with a sweet smile and hopping out of the car. You can tell he feels bad about letting his jealousy ruin the start of the date, but those sweet silent gestures always manage to win you over.

Gripping his rough hand, you climb out of the car and breathe in the fresh air. It’s chilly, your breath puffing in front of you as you catch the subtle scent of burning logs. The trees practically glow as the last bits of sunshine pierce the red and orange leaves. Despite how mundane you find living in this small town, you have to admit it can be beautiful.

“Pick it up darlin’ or there won’t be any beer left.” Bucky warns as he tugs you along.

Dust billows around your boots as you walk down the short dirt path to the shore of the river. Steve, Tasha and Wanda’s laughter reach your ears before you spot them through the trees, they clearly started without you.

“Finally! I was beginning to think ya’ll ditched us to go do something more ... labor intensive” Wanda winks as she rushes to give you a tight squeeze.

“Oh hush” you scold, hugging her back before going around to give Steve and Tasha a friendly embrace.

“No date of your own tonight, Wanda? That why you can’t help fantasizing about us? I mean if you are that desperate I won’t say no to you joining us,” Bucky teases and you punch him playfully.

“You better watch it punk, your girlfriend has a pretty mean right hook” Steve chuckles and takes a sip of beer.

You smirk knowing that Steve had received one or two solid hits from you in the past. Steve is a true gentleman and a close friend of yours, but that doesn’t protect him from your wrath when Tasha comes complaining about some fight. They are a great couple, but Steve is stubborn and Tasha is guarded, which makes for some seriously epic fights, with you being their unofficial ref.

“Well... I actually did invite someone but I’m not completely sure they are coming” Wanda bites her lip and shifts uncomfortably, shooting you a guilty look.

“Oh?” You frown, brows furrowing. “Who did you invite?”

Wanda coughs and looks down briefly before nervously peeking at Bucky.

“I invited Clark.”

Seeing the flicker of anger in Bucky’s face she rushes to say, “But I don’t think he’s coming! He only told me ‘if I can’ which isn’t exactly a solid confirmation. And I wasn’t really thinking when I brought it up, he’s just so pretty and I haven’t had a date since Vis left months ago... I need this ok?!” Wanda rambles clearly getting flustered in her attempt to defend herself, but when she finishes with that trademark sad puppy face, even Bucky can’t stay mad.

“Maybe a little warning next time would be nice is all.” Bucky grumbles, stomping over to the cooler for a beer.

You sigh at the bit of tension in the air. It doesn’t bother you that Clark might stop by, you are still friends, granted Bucky monopolizes the majority of your time lately so you don’t see him as much these days. But maybe a couple beers, the presence of good friends and seeing Clark lavish some attention on Wanda will be the key to getting Bucky to calm down.

You rub Wandas back in solidarity as you turn to join the others and find a comfy spot by the fire. “He would be an idiot not to accept an invite from you, girl.” Smiling at Wanda as you cozy up on the large well worn log Bucky claimed next to the bonfire.

The sun is nearly set, everyone at least two beers deep, before Tasha breaks out the marshmallows. You love roasting them and have it down to fine art, never failing to accomplish that ideal golden brown.

“Damn! That’s the 3rd one in a row!” Steve complains as yet another marshmallow catches fire and melts off the stick, sizzling into the flames.

“Can’t be good at everything, huh babe?” Tasha jokes brushing a stubborn strand of hair out of his eyes affectionately. You take your perfect marshmallow and sandwich it between some chocolate and graham crackers and pass it to Steve.

“Thanks,” Steve smiles and without hesitation shoves the whole thing in his mouth.

The girls all laugh while Bucky rolls his eyes and lets out a soft chuckle. Tasha leans over grabbing the back of Steve’s head and licks a piece of smeared marshmallow off the corner of his mouth before going in for a messy kiss.

“Aw come on guys, it’s bad enough I’m a fifth wheel here. You don’t gotta rub it in,” Wanda complains eyeing the two of them as they break apart reluctantly.

“I’m sorry Clark hasn’t shown up, hun. I’m sure he has a good reason,” you get up and slide over to Wanda’s log.

You pull her into a side hug and give her a light squeeze. She responds with a half hearted smile and tries to wave off your concern.

“Or he’s just a dick, that doesn’t deserve you anyway,” Bucky snarks, eager for an excuse to insult Clark.

You give him an admonishing look but otherwise let it pass. Bucky laughs to himself but his face falls a little as he squints just over your shoulder. A crack sounds from the trees behind you and everyone turns to see the devil himself emerge from the darkness.

“Hope I’m not too late to get my hands on some of those s’mores,” Clark bellows as he strides toward the group. “You always did know how to do them just right,” he lowers his voice slightly as he comes up to you smiling with a playful twinkle in his eye.

Wanda jumps up throwing her arms around his neck in excitement, something she probably wouldn’t do if she wasn’t three drinks deep and feeling a bit buzzed. Clark returns the hug good-naturedly but his eyes stay on you as you stand there beaming. You knew he wouldn’t ghost a girl like that, especially someone as sweet as Wanda.

Before you can even think about giving him a welcoming hug, you feel a strong arm wrap around your middle and pull you against a firm chest. Bucky holds you to him securely, one hand on your hip possessively.

Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you place your hands on his arm around your waist to appease him. Leaning back into his embrace, you relax into his warmth and feel a bit of the tension leave his body in return.

“Glad you could make it,” Bucky deadpans over your shoulder. Clark simply nods at Bucky’s not-so-subtle flex, while keeping his polite smile in place.

“Well I guess you better catch up, Clark.” Steve exclaims tossing him a beer from a several yards away. With his star athlete reflexes, he catches the can single handed without flinching.

Bucky walks you both backwards returning you to your seats around the fire as everyone else settles in too. Wanda, ever the flirty drunk, drags the large man down next to her, finding any excuse to touch him.

The rest of the night passes pretty smoothly, the conversation flowing naturally. Bucky makes a few passive-aggressive comments towards Clark, but Clark takes them in stride. You half expected him to throw a few insults of his own at Bucky when you see the challenge in his eyes but he stays quiet, simply smirking through each remark as if he’s keeping a running tally in his head.

After a few more beers you start to ignore their little alpha male battle all together, brain focusing on the way Bucky’s hands feel when they run up your arms or the flutter you get when he randomly pulls you in for a kiss. Those full soft lips are heaven, tasting of watered down beer and chocolate.

With each hum and quiet whimper Bucky’s eagerness grows. The firelight softens his features and his eyes sparkle as he takes in the longing looks you give him. His fingers tickle your neck as he gently brushes your hair out of the way and leans in, dragging his lips along your jaw towards your ear. He places the softest kiss at the sweet spot he knows gives you goosebumps and huskily whispers into your ear.

“You keep looking at me like that and you might get yourself in trouble, little girl.”

You giggle drunkenly and he grabs your hand, casually brushing it along his lap so you can feel what you’ve done to him. Your breath hitches and you cant help but look up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes flicker down to your mouth before bringing your hand back up to his own lips and kissing it to hide his smirk. You start to fidget as your arousal dampens your panties between your tightly crossed legs.

Bucky slides a hand up your thigh squeezing your leg while also pressing his thumb between your legs and swiping against your crotch. You suppress a moan and pout when he takes his hand away, finishing his beer as he stands to go get a new one. He chuckles as you shoot him a playful glare and you look around the group, the feeling of being watched pricking at your neck.

Tasha has her legs thrown over Steve lap as she feeds him marshmallows between his swigs of beer. You smile at how adorable they look together before your eyes finally land on Wanda and Clark. Wanda laughs as she acts out some outrageous story and Clark watches her with mild amusement. They could be such a cute couple, too, God knows they deserve some happiness in their lives. Suddenly, those familiar bright blue eyes snap to yours, like he can sense you watching him.

His eyes darken as he looks at you over the flicker of the flames. A shiver rushes down your spine and you can’t help but stare back, startled by the dark satisfaction in his smirking expression. But in a flash it’s gone, and he’s laughing sweetly with Wanda.

Must be just a trick of the light and the buzz of the alcohol. Before you have a chance to question it further Bucky takes a firm hold of your chin between his thumb and index finger and turns you to face him.

“Eyes on me, darlin.” Bucky’s voice is calm but you recognize his hardened tone. “You about ready to go?”

He keeps a hold on your face, brushing his thumb softly across your bottom lip. The feeling grounds you and you forget the weird tension from mere seconds ago, nodding at him dumbly.

—

After a short farewell and what felt like an even shorter drive back you find yourself sitting in your dirt driveway outside your parents farmhouse.

“So, did you still have fun despite your nemesis being there?” You joke.

“I would have preferred he kept those creepy eyes to himself. Wanda was lucky I was there to keep him from you,” Bucky snorts, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Oh my god. You are ridiculous,” you roll your eyes. “I thought they looked like they were really hitting it off!”

“That man was eye fucking the shit out of you every chance he could. I’ll bet even Wanda noticed it.”

“No, I think it’s just you,” you counter.

“Hmm. Well I hope I am wrong, for her sake. ‘Cus I bet he didn’t stick around much longer after we left,” Bucky shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Clark wouldn’t do that. I bet, tomorrow, we find out that they hooked up. Maybe we won’t have to worry about Wanda feeling like a third wheel anymore,” you wink, trying to keep the mood light.

You hate how Bucky rags on Clark. You used to call him on it, but lately it isn’t worth the fight. Inevitably, Bucky always thinks you are siding with Clark, and he questions your feelings for him and his jealousy ruins the night. Well, not every night, sometimes his jealousy brings out his rougher side and you rather enjoy those nights.

“You coming in? There are still some homemade cookies left,” you offer sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

“Mmm, I’m not hungry for cookies tonight,” Bucky hums, his eyes taking you all in.

“Oh?” You smile, feigning ignorance. “What are you hungry for then?”

“I think you know,” Bucky practically growls as he grips the hair at the back of your head and pulls you into a hard kiss.

Clutching at his shirt, you pull him against you just as eagerly, causing you both to moan into each other’s mouths. You are jerked away from him momentarily as his seat slides back, providing enough room to pull you onto his lap. Your knees dig into the plush seats on either side of his hips and your aching core grinds against his growing erection.

Rocking slowly back and forth, rapidly gaining that sweet friction, hardly able to control yourself. His big rough hands find their way to your ass squeezing you hard through your jeans. Your mouth falls open as you break your kiss to moan at the pleasure building faster than you expected.

He squeezes your ass tightly through your jeans, guiding your motions before he groans and leans forward to kiss you again, biting your lower lip hungrily. Hands roaming desperately, you take a moment to grip his thick silky hair before your fingers trail down to feel his toned shoulders and perfect chest.

You’ll never get over how good he makes you feel, and this is only the foreplay. Just as your fingers start to drift further down his torso admiring every ripple of his abs you are startled by a sharp rap on the glass.

Tap

“Ah!” Choking on your shocked scream, you turn to see your fathers stern face at the window staring at you.

“I think it’s time to say goodnight, young lady,” your father warns sternly, voice muffled by the window. Lowering his ring clad finger, he stands straight and steps back from the car, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Fuck,” you whisper as you attempt to make yourself presentable before Bucky grips the door handle and let’s you scramble off his lap and out of the car. Bucky manages to adjust himself before he follows you out.

“Evenin’ sir,” Bucky greets politely, tipping his head in respect. Smiling through the awkwardness he places his hand on your back while you glare at your fathers smug expression.

“Hello Bucky, enjoy your little date with my daughter?”

“Always, sir,” Bucky confirms as you cross your arms, mirroring your dads body language.

“You done, dad?”

“I will be once you are in bed like you should be at this time of night,” he lectures, raising a bushy brow at your tone.

“It’s not even that late for Christ’s sake,” you exclaim bitterly, seriously doubting your decision to move back home after college.

“Watch your language, young lady. Won’t have any of that sort of disrespect in my house,” he scolds.

“Alright, alright. Just give me a minute to say goodnight without all your hovering, old man,” you wave him off.

He’s strict but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t always had a soft spot for his only daughter. He lets you get away with a lot, and most of this alpha-male showmanship is just posturing. Walking back inside your dad pauses at the door to give you both one last dour expression. “Five minutes and then bed.”

“Understood,” Bucky concedes with a nod. “Goodnight sir.”

You wait until the door slams before turning back to Bucky with an apologetic grimace, “sorry about him.”

“Don’t sweat it darlin’. He’s just trying to protect his little girl,” Bucky’s blue eyes glint with mischief and that familiar hunger from moments ago.

“Yeah well he’s a bit late to protect me from you,” you smirk playfully as you lean in to place a sweet kiss on his waiting lips. His hands trace the sides of your body and come to rest lightly on your hips before groaning in frustration.

“Well you better get in there before he comes and chases me down with that prized shotgun of his.”

“He wouldn’t dare,” you laugh and give him one last hug before whispering, “goodnight, Bucky.”

“Sweet dreams, darlin.”

Throwing your coat over the back of the chair, you go the window and watch Bucky turn out your driveway, a swirling trail of dust in his wake. With a small sigh you change into your favorite oversized night shirt, stolen from Clark years ago, before getting ready for bed.

The coolness of your room has you stirring in your sleep, waking to find your blankets slipping off the bottom of the bed. You blink owlishly to see that you are laying there completely exposed, shirt riding up and barely covering your chest.

Must have kicked them off during your weird dreams. As you pull the blankets back up, the cool breeze from the window rustles the pages of your open journal, teetering precariously on the edge of the mattress. Strange, you could have sworn you closed the window. Tossing the journal back into the drawer, you shuffle over to the window and peek out at the darkness before shutting it securely.

Chills roll down your body as you turn to face your quiet room. The ominous shadows leave you feeling vulnerable and you quickly hop back into bed before you could creep yourself out any more. You pull the blankets up as protection from the child-like sensation of someone watching you. You flinch with a gasp as your phone shudders on the table breaking the silence with its dull rumble. Grabbing it quickly before pulling the covers up once again, you slide open your phone and let out a breath as you see a text from Clark.

Had a good time tonight. Hope I didn’t make things too awkward for you and your boy toy. ;)

You shake your head and laugh at the nickname.

Stop calling him that! Lol I’m glad you came. You and Wanda looked like you got along nicely.

You wait for his response, staring at the three dots as they dance on the screen, thankful for the distraction from a possible oncoming panic attack.

She’s a sweet girl, not really my type though.

You frown. For one, you thought that they seemed to be really into each other at the bonfire, but mostly you just hate when Bucky is right.

Oh? She seemed really into you. You should give her a chance, she’s one of my best friends, and you know I am a great judge of character. ;)

The dots pop up again but you feel your eyes drooping as your sleepiness starts to take hold once more. Phone slipping from your grasp it tumbles and lands on your face startling you awake and you type groggily without waiting for his response.

Sleep time. Ttyl. <3

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