My HEART!!! What have you done to me?!? By which of course I mean ♥ ♥ ♥ hnghhhhh please do it some more?
The end of the word gets lost in a low pounding sound; Clark doesn't even hesitate a millisecond, just hones in on Bruce's heartbeat (that he'd recognize and find anywhere, oh) and BOOM! :DDDDD (WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BRUCE!!! HOW DARE!!!)
the grim lines Bruce wants to direct at Clark; and the wind up here will snatch the words away before they can hear him say, "You really shouldn't have done this."
"You know, most people are happier to see me," Clark tells him, unfazed.
I love this! Bruce being his usual gloom and doom Bruce, Clark not letting that faze him, giving back some sass, oh yesssssssss.
She stops when Clark frowns—and who could blame her? With the suit and the perfect Superman face, it's as sudden and thunderous as the wrath of God; except it's Clark, which makes it more like the gentle, chiding disappointment of God, because He knows you're better than that
YES YES YES! Perfect Clark moment, made even more perfect by Bruce's interpretation oh dear Bruce, I LOVE HIS TORMENTED FEELINGS ABOUT HIM BEING SO ROTTEN AND CROOKED AND CLARK BEING SO GOOD AND PURE AND OH, HE'LL JUST DRAG HIM DOWN LIKE HE DOES, HE SIMPLY MUSTN'T.
Like, that is so. I just. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Bruce being darker and willing to do what has to be done no matter the price to his soul and believing that makes him less, like with that comics line ~"deep down Clark's a good man, I'm not" not realizing that him thinking that about himself and being so determined to preserve Clark's goodness makes him a good guy (OR GOOD HAS JUST BECOME MEANINGLESS OKAY°
CLARK TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THE FUCK BRUCE IS MAD, TESTING DIFFERENT HYPOTHESIS.
Bruce bears the flight, the close pressure of Clark's arm, with grim resignation, and the second Clark sets him down, he moves away. EXCUSE ME, like. Bruce is so fucking intent on denying himself the good things in life that hurts me on a very personal level!!!
It's such a ridiculous thing to say that Bruce almost laughs. Thanksgiving's going to be a mistake, Bruce is well aware of that, but on a solely personal scale. Bruce consciously considered what going into a family home, sitting at a table with Clark and Martha Kent, and eating a holiday dinner would cost him, and decided to agree anyway.
OH, BRUCE.
"Is it about the reporter?" Clark barrels on. "I'm sorry I had to—I mean, it was the truth, in a way, at least about Superman and Bruce Wayne. If she'd known what she was actually asking, you know I would have said yes." I didn't even get until the 2nd reading that this was about Clark denying being friends with Bruce and worrying that's upset Bruce and now I'm all DDDDDDD:
"Around what?" Clark says, when Bruce breaks off. His tone is soft; but his gaze is sharp, inescapable. "Around you?" Utterly love this, Clark seeing through him, so gently but unfailingly getting through Bruce's barriers, oh.
He's not using the strength at all. Bruce gives in anyway. *small mewling sound*
"I want you to let them understand why I would. I—I want—" and then he cuts himself off, swallowing, and his eyes go wide. The sharp breath he draws says he's just realized how close to Bruce he's standing; his gaze jumps back and forth across Bruce's face once, twice, and then briefly down to Bruce's mouth before leaping hurriedly back up.
It's obviously the first time he's thought about it, or at least the first time it's really come together for him. It should scare him—it still scares Bruce sometimes, when he lets it. But Clark's not Bruce. Clark's Superman, Bruce thinks distantly; he doesn't back down. Not even from things that could destroy him.
YES, YESSSS, Clark thinks it's a travesty that the world doesn't get to see Bruce the way *he* sees him, how good and amazing and dedicated that incredible man is. The rest of this passage is so beautiful it hurts, I know it defeats the purpose of quoting when you quote the whole damn fic but that is just soooooo beautiful <333
*nonnie bravely stops herself from quoting all the fic from there on down* Ah, fuck it.
The way it happens, so tender and loving, and hot (hngghhhh yes, shoulders clutching, hair carding, thumb brushing mouth, yes YES), the way Bruce's inner voice is so tempted to not let it happen but then doesn't, but then doesn't.
But Clark's started smiling at him again, slow and warm, almost more than Bruce can stand to look at; and Clark's right there, touching his face, so close and so bright and so unhesitatingly glad. *muffled sobbing*
He could get Clark to stop looking at him like that. (He could make it so Clark never looked at him like that again.) And yet—
And yet Clark—Clark wants Bruce. He as good as said so. And Bruce, God help him, wants to let him.
as if he can somehow tell what Bruce is fighting with. As if he really does know Bruce that well.
And that thought is terrifying; but not terrifying enough to keep Bruce's hands hanging where they are instead of rising helplessly to Clark's shoulders. Not terrifying enough to keep Bruce from kissing him back.
Nonnie, nonnie, nonnie, how I LOVE YOU. Clearly if this is toothrotting fluff I don't mind, and I know I'm not one to talk about being wordy but dear Lord, please drown me in words as much as you want, any time you want. Pretty please :D
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
The end of the word gets lost in a low pounding sound;
Clark doesn't even hesitate a millisecond, just hones in on Bruce's heartbeat (that he'd recognize and find anywhere, oh) and BOOM! :DDDDD (WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BRUCE!!! HOW DARE!!!)
the grim lines Bruce wants to direct at Clark; and the wind up here will snatch the words away before they can hear him say, "You really shouldn't have done this."
"You know, most people are happier to see me," Clark tells him, unfazed.
I love this! Bruce being his usual gloom and doom Bruce, Clark not letting that faze him, giving back some sass, oh yesssssssss.
She stops when Clark frowns—and who could blame her? With the suit and the perfect Superman face, it's as sudden and thunderous as the wrath of God; except it's Clark, which makes it more like the gentle, chiding disappointment of God, because He knows you're better than that
YES YES YES! Perfect Clark moment, made even more perfect by Bruce's interpretation oh dear Bruce, I LOVE HIS TORMENTED FEELINGS ABOUT HIM BEING SO ROTTEN AND CROOKED AND CLARK BEING SO GOOD AND PURE AND OH, HE'LL JUST DRAG HIM DOWN
LIKE HE DOES, HE SIMPLY MUSTN'T.Like, that is so. I just. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Bruce being darker and willing to do what has to be done no matter the price
to his souland believing that makes him less, like with that comics line ~"deep down Clark's a good man, I'm not" not realizing that him thinking that about himself and being so determined to preserve Clark's goodness makes him a good guy (OR GOOD HAS JUST BECOME MEANINGLESS OKAY°CLARK TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THE FUCK BRUCE IS MAD, TESTING DIFFERENT HYPOTHESIS.
Bruce bears the flight, the close pressure of Clark's arm, with grim resignation, and the second Clark sets him down, he moves away.
EXCUSE ME, like. Bruce is so fucking intent on denying himself the good things in life that hurts me on a very personal level!!!
It's such a ridiculous thing to say that Bruce almost laughs. Thanksgiving's going to be a mistake, Bruce is well aware of that, but on a solely personal scale. Bruce consciously considered what going into a family home, sitting at a table with Clark and Martha Kent, and eating a holiday dinner would cost him, and decided to agree anyway.
OH, BRUCE.
"Is it about the reporter?" Clark barrels on. "I'm sorry I had to—I mean, it was the truth, in a way, at least about Superman and Bruce Wayne. If she'd known what she was actually asking, you know I would have said yes."
I didn't even get until the 2nd reading that this was about Clark denying being friends with Bruce and worrying that's upset Bruce and now I'm all DDDDDDD:
"Around what?" Clark says, when Bruce breaks off. His tone is soft; but his gaze is sharp, inescapable. "Around you?"
Utterly love this, Clark seeing through him, so gently but unfailingly getting through Bruce's barriers, oh.
He's not using the strength at all. Bruce gives in anyway.
*small mewling sound*
"I want you to let them understand why I would. I—I want—" and then he cuts himself off, swallowing, and his eyes go wide. The sharp breath he draws says he's just realized how close to Bruce he's standing; his gaze jumps back and forth across Bruce's face once, twice, and then briefly down to Bruce's mouth before leaping hurriedly back up.
It's obviously the first time he's thought about it, or at least the first time it's really come together for him. It should scare him—it still scares Bruce sometimes, when he lets it. But Clark's not Bruce. Clark's Superman, Bruce thinks distantly; he doesn't back down. Not even from things that could destroy him.
YES, YESSSS, Clark thinks it's a travesty that the world doesn't get to see Bruce the way *he* sees him, how good and amazing and dedicated that incredible man is. The rest of this passage is so beautiful it hurts, I know it defeats the purpose of quoting when you quote the whole damn fic but that is just soooooo beautiful <333
*nonnie bravely stops herself from quoting all the fic from there on down*Ah, fuck it.The way it happens, so tender and loving, and hot (hngghhhh yes, shoulders clutching, hair carding, thumb brushing mouth, yes YES), the way Bruce's inner voice is so tempted to not let it happen but then doesn't, but then doesn't.
But Clark's started smiling at him again, slow and warm, almost more than Bruce can stand to look at; and Clark's right there, touching his face, so close and so bright and so unhesitatingly glad.
*muffled sobbing*
He could get Clark to stop looking at him like that. (He could make it so Clark never looked at him like that again.) And yet—
And yet Clark—Clark wants Bruce. He as good as said so. And Bruce, God help him, wants to let him.
as if he can somehow tell what Bruce is fighting with. As if he really does know Bruce that well.
And that thought is terrifying; but not terrifying enough to keep Bruce's hands hanging where they are instead of rising helplessly to Clark's shoulders. Not terrifying enough to keep Bruce from kissing him back.
Nonnie, nonnie, nonnie, how I LOVE YOU. Clearly if this is toothrotting fluff I don't mind, and I know I'm not one to talk about being wordy but dear Lord, please drown me in words as much as you want, any time you want. Pretty please :D