PLEASE KEEP INDULGING YOURSELF AND THEREBY ALL OF US, ANON. :DDD Always here for more "oh, Bruce". Poor guy, he is so hurt and messed up and confused.
He has no strategy for fighting this kind of weakness in himself. He's never needed one before. But for the first time he can remember, the strict application of willpower is utterly failing him. It's addiction, unconquerable impulse, an endless raw hunger clawing out a hollow in him that he has no way to fill. Oh, Bruuuce. And then he goes to the penthouse because he just can't stand it anymore, oh my god, this is all going to go so wrong. ;D
(Except, of course, he doesn't. He doesn't know he needs to. He doesn't know Bruce Wayne's done anything that needs forgiving; and once he does know, he's not going to want to.) STOP PUNCHING MY HEART. And how relieved Bruce is to see him, and how he loses it the moment Clark kisses and touches him, aksjbfjkhgbdfjhgbdjgd, man, Bruce has got it BAD. It's beautiful.
"Jesus, Bruce," Clark says, wincing in sympathy; he probably doesn't even know what a bruise feels like, but he does at least understand pain. (The look on his face when Bruce had set that spear to his cheek and cut—) Clark is such a sweetheart. AND THEN HE THINKS IT'S HIS FAULT, I CAN'T HANDLE THIS. AND THEN BRUCE CAN'T BRING HIMSELF TO SAY YES EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS HE SHOULD, I AM DROWNING IN MY FEELINGS. And the polo excuse, oh god, such perfect Bruce Wayne-ing right there. <3
It's kinda nice to see Bruce completely in over his head. SO MUCH ANGST, IT'S BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE STILL THE BEST. :D /OP
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (18/?)
He has no strategy for fighting this kind of weakness in himself. He's never needed one before. But for the first time he can remember, the strict application of willpower is utterly failing him. It's addiction, unconquerable impulse, an endless raw hunger clawing out a hollow in him that he has no way to fill.
Oh, Bruuuce. And then he goes to the penthouse because he just can't stand it anymore, oh my god, this is all going to go so wrong. ;D
(Except, of course, he doesn't.
He doesn't know he needs to. He doesn't know Bruce Wayne's done anything that needs forgiving; and once he does know, he's not going to want to.)
STOP PUNCHING MY HEART. And how relieved Bruce is to see him, and how he loses it the moment Clark kisses and touches him, aksjbfjkhgbdfjhgbdjgd, man, Bruce has got it BAD. It's beautiful.
"Jesus, Bruce," Clark says, wincing in sympathy; he probably doesn't even know what a bruise feels like, but he does at least understand pain.
(The look on his face when Bruce had set that spear to his cheek and cut—)
Clark is such a sweetheart. AND THEN HE THINKS IT'S HIS FAULT, I CAN'T HANDLE THIS. AND THEN BRUCE CAN'T BRING HIMSELF TO SAY YES EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS HE SHOULD, I AM DROWNING IN MY FEELINGS. And the polo excuse, oh god, such perfect Bruce Wayne-ing right there. <3
It's kinda nice to see Bruce completely in over his head. SO MUCH ANGST, IT'S BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE STILL THE BEST. :D /OP