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Israel and the US have resumed the genocide of Gaza.

May God protect Palestinians. May God put an end to Israel.

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18 March 2025.

God help. Its happening again.

The US-backed terrorist state of Israel is mass murdering Palestinian children in Gaza as they resume the genocide.

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18 March 2025.

This is Gaza right now. The US-backed terrorist state of Israel has violated the ceasefire, resuming the genocide of Palestinians.

Many of those killed are babies, children.

FUCK ISRAEL FUCK THE US FUCK ZIONISM.

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ISRAEL AND THE US ARE MASS MURDERING PALESTINIANS.

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Zionists and Minors DNI.

Prompt Plot - Dark Reader operating the invisible strings of the King of Small Heath aka Tommy Shelby

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You always dreamed of making it big, big enough so you didn't have to worry about your next meal, a roof over your head, and even a small nest egg. Not that you had to worry about any of those things apart from your nest egg. 

Thomas Shelby, a shrewd "businessman", a man hell-bent on building an empire for his family, a clever man who could sense the next moves of his family, friends, foes and lovers alike on the chessboard of life. But why couldn't he predict you or your moves?

Maybe it's a good thing, maybe it's bad, but you wouldn't change it for the world. Queen is the real player with any power in the game of chess while the King sits on his ass. And just like the game of chess, your King reaps the benefit of your hard work, not that you care; you prefer to work in the shadows, shadows that shield you from the ugly side of the power play.

It wasn't easy for you to get Tommy's eyes on you, and to be fair, Grace, Ada, and every woman in between them had kept him plenty busy and naturally, he overlooked you. Not that you ever cared, for you indirectly controlling Tommy was a safer option. So many backroom shady deals you have had to grease with money, blackmail, sex murder or some combination of all four of those.

That's how you met your first husband, a rich old fool obtuse enough to think that a young woman in her 20s, fresh out of college with a business degree, would fall in love with a man old enough to be her grandfather who was also a guest of honour at your graduation.

That's how you met your first husband, and you were determined to be his last wife. Obviously, you weren't gonna waste your 20s tending to a senile old man so far away from the city. You played the doting wife as long as you could, madly in love with the old bastard so well that even his children and grandchildren, who rightfully doubted you and your motives, were convinced that you were really in love with the pile of brittle bones. And joyfully, Thompson died soon, or to put it differently, how you killed him by accidentally overdosing your weak-hearted old husband. You researched enough to know that his death would look natural. Due to his advanced age, his death didn't come as a surprise to his family, and just to put every doubt to rest, you cremated him and divided his ashes among his children. 

You played the role of grieving widow well, one might say too well; your refusal to leave the sprawling mansion (and millions of dollars in your name in offshore accounts hidden from his family) for a year really cemented your role as a dumb naive girl in high society, something you needed. London High Society was sprawling with filthy rich people still desperate enough to leech off of every penny from each other, you formed enough connections that when you fell from the face of the earth in search to "find yourself", nobody questioned. 

You returned to Small Heath, with sizeable savings. And unlike the Shelby's you didn't start spending money like them. You wanted to grow your fortune, but you also didn't want Arthur's nosiness, John's curiosity or the sedulous eyes of Tommy on you. And what better way to stay out of their radar than to join them?

You went to Polly and begged for a job at Shelby Brothers Limited. Polly was a little suspicious of you but that suspicion flew away when she saw tears and snot running down your face as you explained how the love of your life died and left you with nothing but a mansion which was too expensive to maintain and how you had to essentially rent it as a holiday home to break even on maintenance.

Polly got you an interview with Tommy Shelby; she couldn't just hire you into the illegal side of the business without Tommy's approval.

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"You went to school with Ada, didn't you?" Tommy asked you and you nodded like a good girl.

"You were in her class?" John questioned.

You cleared your throat and replied affirmatively in a demure voice. "Yes, we were classmates."

"What happened to the rich old fuck you married?" Arthur questioned distastefully.

You saw John and Tommy making eye contact, silently communicating in their own language.

"He died," you replied trying to muster up some tears.

"And left you with nothing?" John probed.

"No, no, he left the mansion in my name, but the mansion is old, and it's too expensive to maintain, so I rented it out as a holiday home. But after all the expenses and salaries of the mansion's employees, there isn't much left." you spill out the lie.

"Don't you have a business degree?" Tommy asked and you nodded.

"Why aren't you using that to get a legitimate job?" John added.

"I don't have the real-world experience they want, being a trophy wife and a widow of a rich man isn't exactly considered an experience." you joked 

"From what we have heard, you really loved that old badger," Arthur added.

"I did, Greg Thompson was the love of my life..." you replied with tears in your eyes. Your acting classes were really paying off.

All the three Shelbys in the room silently communicated while you tried to look as pathetic and naive and dumb as possible. 

"Most men are fools; they underestimate women, kiddo", your Dad muttered when you trapped your older bully brother in his room when you were a child, not old enough to understand what that meant. But you often thought about it. Maybe that was the day you learned to observe people. Your parents weren't exactly like you; in fact, they were almost the polar opposite of you, where they saw good in people and loved to help people out; you saw bad; you saw their selfishness and their ability to use good people to do their work for them.  

 

To you Shelby's were a safe place to lay low and before you planned your next move. You had few leads that could turn over some serious cash but you also needed muscle to move it and you could definitely use Peaky Blinders for that.

"Come to Shelby Brothers offices tomorrow at eight in the morning." Tommy calculatedly replied.

"Thank you, thank you so so much, I will do my best, I will not let you down, I promise." you jumped up and down playing your part well.

"We know because we will be keeping our eyes on you" John smirked flirtatiously, clearly checking you out.

 

"We don't allow TicTacing, Instacarting, Snapshoting and Facelooking, so don't do that in the office. I am so tired of Finn and Isaiah doing these crazy internet challenges. I don't need you doing it too" Arthur gently warned. 

"Yes, sir" you replied meekly.

"You can go now; send Harry with a bottle of Scotch", Tommy dismissed you. 

From that moment on, you committed yourself to kinda, sorta obeying every command from the King, your loyalty unwavering as you embarked on this new path.

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Palestinian hostages are starting to arrive home!!!

Israelis tried delaying the release of hostages despite the terms of the ceasefire

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zionists dni? kinda foul from you, ngl pal

And why is that?

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Prison or Castle

Warnings - DubCon, Dark Tommy Shelby, 18+, Smut

Read at your own risk

Minors & Zionists - DNI

There may be grammatical errors, I did not proof read it. Got an idea and wrote as quickly as I could.

Tommy was furious, no, he was beyond furious, there wasn't any word to describe the anger radiating off of him like Tsunami waves. You had dared to run away again,

How could you do that to him?

How could you do that to him when he provided you with all the luxury the world had to offer?

You didn’t understand how he was trying so desperately to keep you safe .You never understood or listened.

Sure, he had basically kidnapped you from your home, killed your husband in a fit of jealous rage. You were not even aware of his existence , a problem he resolved easily by pretending to be your dead husband's old friend . It wasn't technically a lie, your husband and Tommy were mere acquaintances, nothing more than a nod and a polite hello was ever exchanged.

It didn't take long for him to worm his way into your tattered life. You were struggling with mortgage payments and crushing grief, trying to keep your head above the water, trying to exist in this cold, hard and unjust world.

You weren't even aware of the web of lies and traps of deceits that Thomas Shelby was weaving and designing around you to seclude you from your support system, your loving family and friends.

"Darling, how many times have I told you not to go out without security." Tommy Shelby tutted while tranferring your gagged, bound and wriggling body forcefully to his sedan's backseat. Pushing you over and buckling your seatbealt.

Your angry eyes and defiant body was nothing under his powerful and muscular body.

"Do not move" but you still tried to move, tried to get out of the handcuffs that shady policeman on Tommy's payroll had put you in and when you made a fussand attracted some attention, he had slapped duct tape on your mouth. And after that he had hand delivered you to the notorious gangaster Thomas Shelby, you knew that corrupt cop would be rewarded handsomely for returning Tommy's most precious possession. You knew you had a bounty on your head but you were dumb enough to trust a cop. Obviously, cops are more loyal to Peaky Blinders than to their own job.

Which brings you to your current state of powerlessness, trying to get out of those metal cuffs using some trick you saw somewhere on Tiktok or Youtube or whatever.

Tommy slammed the passeger door shut, and walked over to the driver's seat. Seeing you through rear-view mirror all gagged and tied like that was making him hard, he did his best to adjust his pants, trying to alleviate some pressure on his cock. He palmed his cock while staring at you like a pervert, your heaving breasts, your struggle was turning him on, and he had found a new kink to explore with your unwilling mind but pliant body.

He imagined you choking on his cock till your eyes welled up. Fuck, he was getting harder, his sexual frustrations were building up.

He took a deep breath, centering himself and driving to your little love nest in the countryside with nothing around for miles. The castle he bought for his reluctant queen trying to leave him. That castle was wired up to the teeth with state of the art surveillance systems, every nook and cranny had cameras and motion sensors. Thankfully, because Blinders were able to warn him your escape within minutes of your departure. You didn't need to know how you get caught so easily and quickly. You didn't need to know you were being watched 24 x 7 by someone.

Your struggle to free yourself was unrelenting, creating enough ruckus for Tommy to pull over at the boundary of his vast property, there was nothing but trees and farmland. He knew the road to his castle would be devoid of any traffic.

Tommy got out of the driver's seat and made his way to the back, he opened the door and unbuckled you, he dragged you out and shoved you on the hood of his car. Your backside collided with the car, you tried to centre yourself with the handcuffed hands as much as you could, but before you could think of anything Tommy tore off the top of your dress like paper, your bra was another story, he removed his peaky hat and sliced off your bra from the middle carefully and threw the hat on the side. You gasped in horror behind the duct tape.

Your breasts were on display for the greedy blue cornflower eyes, your nipples pebbled up in the cold air. Tommy used his calloused hands to appreciate the feel of your breasts. His hands teasing and rubbing your hardened nubs, he crouched down to suckle at those traitorous pebbled nubs, he took his time to appreciate each breast and enjoyed feasting on breasts like a beast, your body started betraying you, you felt yourself getting wetter than the ocean.

"I'm mad but I can't even stay mad at you" He murmured into your skin slickened with his saliva. You started moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.

Tommy got off you and took off his coat and threw it on the side, it landed near his hat, he then undid his belt, his pants and his boxers, you were looking at him all wild-eyed scared, and astonished.

What was this crazy man doing?

He grabbed your handcuffed hands with his left hand, silently ordered you to spread your legs and you obliged, his erect cock poking your lower belly proudly. Tommy's dexterous right hand wandered down south, his fingers nudging your panties to one side to make way for his desperate lust. His fingers were met with your arousal, he smiled wickedly. His skilled fingers entered your cunt to collect more of your essence. He brought those fingers to his lips and licked them like a parched animal.

He used his right hand to maneuver you into a better position by grabbing your left leg and hooking it over his naked butt. You desperately hooked your leg tightly behind his back, he aligned his cock, that snake playing with your puffy clit. You knew Tommy wanted submission from you and you were horny and desperate enough to give it to him.

Tommy entered your cunt partially, your body begging his for more but he relented, loving the desperation and confusion on your face.

"Just a moment,darling" Tommy replied huskily before ripping off the duct tape off your mouth.

And as soon as you tried to take breath from your mouth, that bastard Shelby shoved his thick cock in your drenched cunt. You cried with an immense painful pleasure.

You shouted in breathless pleasure.

He pulled out his massive cock halfway and spoke devilishly, "Scream for me, moan all you want" he got closer to you, and whispered in your ears "No one can hear you, it's just you, me and nature" and thrust his cock into you again slowly, trying to extract every moan, every scream from your tired lips.

He laid you on top of the hood carefully, you tried your best to lay on your bound hands and he proceeded to grab your hips and push your right leg on his shoulder to impale you properly like he wanted. Tommy kept thrusting into you wildly. He was in his beast phase, you had angered him and he knew the only way to take out his anger on you was pounding your warm, soft, drenched and invititng cunt into submission.

His cock was coated in your juices, and that sight made him harder. He began to violently pound your cunt with his thick cock, you were squirming on top of his car, you were so close to cumming but Tommy sensed your walls were clenching inanticipation, it took a lot of restraint for him to pull out of you, he shoved your legs down, and grabbed the chain on your handcuffs before turning you over and pushing your front onto the hood and continue thrusting and fucking into you from behind.

Your moans grew and so did his growls,

You were in the middle of the road getting fucked by a gangster like a whore. Your body moved on top of the hood with every powerful thrust from Tommy.

He was tormenting you, not letting you cum.

"Please, please, please Tommy, please let me cum" you beg pathetically.

"You should have said something, darling" He replies snarkily.

"Now, will you run away from our castle again?" He asks as he snaps his hips and his cock nudges violently against your g-spot.

"Nonononono, I won't"

"Good girl" He pulls you towards him and then whispers on your ears.

"This time I am fucking you in an open but empty road, next time I will fuck you in front of all the Peaky Blinders" your cunt clenches around his cock. Tommy chuckles, "You like the idea, eh? Maybe I will fuck you in front of them, let them see what they can never have" He adds as he cruelly thrusts into you.

"Whatver you want Tommy, please, please let me cum" you continue to beg.

He kisses the side of your head and begins pounding into your special spot meanwhile his hand plays with your overly sensitive and puffy clit. You cum quickly but Tommy doesn't stop, he keeps playing with your clit, leaving you overstimulated and out of sorts, his cock pounds into your cunt like a man on mission. He keeps fucking you till he reaches his peak and floods your cunt with his pearly seed, overflowing your cunt with his cum. He pulls out slowly and adjusts your panties. You could feel his seed and your arousal pooling inside your panties, you try your best to stop the flow.

Tommy dresses up fairly quickly and and then picks up his hat and coat, he goes through the pockets and , takes out the key for the cuffs and unties you. He covers you with his coat and then proceeds to carry you to the passenger seat and buckles you in.

He gets in the driver's seat and starts the car and drives you to your jail and his castle

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Robert was in the middle of reading a financial report when he heard a sudden crash in the hallway. The sound was deafening and rang through the emptycorridors of Fischer-Morrow office. It was late, and even with security guards patroling the building; there was no one in the offices in L.A. Anyone would be scared of the unknown, but not Robert Fischer; without any bother, he grumpily got up to check the source of that ungodly sound at 8 P.M. on a Friday of a long weekend. He strode out of his cushy office, the motion activated lights lit his way when he found you on the ground and tangled up in the electric cords of Xerox machine and the shredder.

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You had hit your head on the corner of the copier leaving you unconscious.

As his eyes took in the chaotic scene unfurling in front of him, he heard the hurried pounding of steps coming up the stairs, the security coordinator was quick to approach, visibly out of breath and sweating profusely.

‘I'm so sorry, sir,’ Stan stammered.

‘I came as fast as I could. I can take over from here, sir.’

‘Clear up this stuff and call 911’ Robert ordered briskly.

‘Of course, rightaway, sir.’

He barely registered the flustered guard speaking on his phone. He checked your pulse, thankfully, you were not dead, there was a steady pulse and you were breathing steadily. Your face was bruised and there was a deep gash on your forehead.

Robert was getting irritated, he was oblivious to the frantic worry coloring the security coordinator’s face. Robert was aware that his employees, whatever their rank or position they held, treated him with a certain amount of submissiveness, but he was not aware that, this submissiveness had transformed into fear somehow. Robert was very annoyed when he glanced across to see Stan worried and scared.

‘I can take care of Y/N, sir…You don't need to get involved…I can stay with her till the paramedics get here…’ Stan said, he knew people like Robert liked being low-key and far away from anything that could get them into trouble and an unconscious employee definitely spelled a huge headache for the billionaire.

‘It's not an issue, please clean up these wires, I don't want paramedics to get tangled in this too.’ Robert asked politely despite irritation coursing through him. This interlude was not supposed to happen, he was supposed to be able to finish of the quarterly financial report in peace and quiet. It was quarter past nine in the night and there were still some details that needed to be ironed out, he had to go through the detailed propasal as well and finish up the the report and send the copy to his CFO and Uncle Peter Browning before their board meeting on Monday.

Robert texted and cancelled his date while Stan cleared up the cables. You stirred out of consciousness only to see some blue-eyed man hovering near you. You tried to get up but were hit by another spell of dizziness.

Paramedics came and loaded you up in the ambulance. Relucatantly Robert followed the ambulance to the hospital, he wanted no part of this but here he was trying to be more compassionate since the last woman he dated called him a cold-hearted and uncaring monster, something that made him think how he was turning into his father.

Robert waited in the reception area, hoping someone will give him some information on you.

You were curvaceous and were trying to hide behind the thick layers of baggy clothing, he obviously noticed that, after all he was a man. Beneath the baggy red plaid shirt and black sweatpants and black sneakers, something that Robert did not care for.

He asked the nurse passing by about you but without a name he couldn't get much of him.

He waited, and soon the same nurse came to take him to you.

As soon as he entered the area, he saw you lying on the bed, looking towards him like a deer caught in headlights.

You thought Stan was waiting outside for you. You did not expect to see grumpy looking Robert Fischer, the boring and apparently scary CEO to be waiting for you. You were gonna kill Stan.

Robert's eyes wandered over your face, taking in your features, deep soulful eyes but tired, puffy kissable lips but kinda dried and and the riot of curly hair that crowned your bandaged head. He did not like that you were stirring something in him, he did his best to shake that awareness off.

He saw that you had been taken by surprise which was understandable., you blinked again trying to comprehend what your disoriented and concussed mind was showing you. Before you could utter anything, Robert started speaking like a boring lecturer.

‘It looks like you got tangled up in the wires and hit your head badly somehow,’ Robert informed you as if you didn't know what had happened.

One moment you were trying to make copies and the next moment the copier stopped working, you knew there was some cable issue, so when you finally managed to get the copier running, you unknowing stepped in the spools of wires running between the copier and shredder and being the clumsy cat you not only tripped but somehow managed to get punched by the copier.

Y/N - 0; Copier - 1.

You tried to get up and sit but seeing the disaproval in your boss's eyes you stopped.

For quite some time you had worked in his offices, coming in during the night shift to do the temp stuff you were hired to do, thankfully Marge was understanding and let you work the nights and even got you special permissions since you made her life easier. Not many people worked night shift, mostly security and IT people. You also knew almost everyone working the night shift, they were all scared of this man, you just didn't get it. He was bratty looking not some scary dude. You knew many were intimidated by him, mostly his employees but from whatever gossip snippets you heard, he was feared by his peers as well. You felt intimated too, notbecause he was some scary dude or your boss but this man was one of the most beautiful man you had seen in a long time. His rich and deep voice was almost melodic to you. Prim and proper man, dressed like a Ken doll office version.

Robert was a charmingly rugged and handsome man his deep brown hair styled with some expensive gel, his eyes were vibrantly blue and assertive with eyelashes you would kill for, his chin proud like an ancient warrior. Why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

You were not gonna cower in front of him like most people. Yes, he was handsome, yes, he looked like a million bucks, yes, his stare was unnerving on whole another level but you were not gonna show him that he had any influence on you.

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Okay, so I'm trying to write up a new story.

Basically, this is something I envisioned with Robert Fischer. Let me know if you wanna see more...

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Robert was in the middle of reading the quarterly financial report when he heard a sudden crash coming from the hallway. The sound was deafening and rang through the empty corridors of Fischer-Morrow office. It was late, and even with security guards patroling the building; there was no one in the office in L.A. Anyone would be scared of the unknown but not Robert Fischer; he rubbed his tired eyes, and without any bother, he grumpily got up to check the source of that ungodly sound at 8 P.M. on a Friday of a long weekend. He strode out of his cushy office, the motion activated lights lit his way, which further irritated him. He walked in to find you on the ground and tangled up in the electric cords of Xerox machine and the shredder.

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Clark x reader where he meets her (perhaps saves her), becomes infatuated with her, stalks her subtly and is subtly dark but not outright obvious.

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You were sitting in your office one moment and the next thing you know,  you were under the rubble of your office building, your body was crushed, you were pretty sure that your limb were broken in several places, and you could taste the blood in your mouth. The weight of destroyed chunks of cement was crushing your body making it harder and harder for you to breathe, you were losing consciousness, and you reluctantly embraced the comforting blanket of death.

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Kal-El was deserately trying to save people around him who were engulfed in the rubble of the building. He could hear several heartbeats simultaneously most them were strong enough to survive a few seconds under the rubble as he rescued people in critical conditions, but one heartbeat was slowing down, that sound was coming from the other side of the giant pile of rubble. Clark dove in head first to save the poor soul on the brink of death. He carried you out of the destruction safely in his arms. In the rush he did not hear your waning hearbeats. Maybe it was a good thing that you were rescued by a God who did not follow the laws of nature and brought you back to life with little effort. 

When you opened your eyes after being revived, you saw a hazy silhouette of something blue and red. You were covered in debris and your nose and throat were filled with crushed cement and sand. You began retching as soon as oxygen flooded your lungs. Superman flew to the nearest ambulance and deposited you in their hands. You didn't recall much of what happened or even your rescue by a God walking among mere mortals on this earth. All you remember was waking up in a hospital bed and your Mom, Dad and siblings bickering by your side. 

Doctors were marveling at the speed of your recovery despite multiple injuries and severe internal bleeding every doctor on the hospital floor was wondering how you survived but you rushed it away but to your parents, it was an act of God, not the God they were praying to but still an act of God. On the third day,  you were visited by a bespectacled journalist from Daily Planet, whatever that was.

You thought he looked astonished to see you but then you brushed off it as you seeing things that weren't there. Your doctor said you would experience something like that because of the trauma your body and brain went through. 

Clark was stunned to see you alive and thriving, he had done his best to heal you up but your life was still hanging on by a thread when he reluctantly left you with the paramedics. His curiosity was not letting him sleep at night. So, he took the initiative and scouted several hospitals using his journalist credentials. But seeing you alive and well, looking fragile like a doll being doted upon your family, he felt some warmth blooming in his chest. You looked precious and fragile like a dewdrop on a flower.

Clark wanted to interview/interrogate you alone but your older brother and sister refused to leave your side while your younger brother gave him a stink eye. He asked you some prodding questions but you were unable to answer any of that, you did not remember anything apart from some blue and red haze. Clark smiled, you remembered his silhouette even if you did not remember seeing him. Clark could feel the irritation radiating out your siblings, your brothers were itching to throw him out. He made himself scarce pretty quickly after that. While he was exiting the hospital, he cocentrated on voices coming from your room. 

"You can't stay here overnight", the nurse said.

"We don't want to leave her alone.", your sister replied.

"Ma'am, we understand but hospital policies are something that can not be changed for any patient" the nurse explained patiently.

"But, she almost died, what if she dies again?" your younger brother whined like a pre-teen. 

"She is not gonna die, she is healthy, and she will be here when you come tomorrow during visiting hours." 

"You guys need to go home and rest" you replied in raspy voice. 

"But.."

"No buts, I'm not gonna die overnight, I know I scared you all but you need to go home and rest. Also, take care of Mom and Dad,  I had to practically kick them out." you added.

"Go, I need some sleep, I can't rest without you three hovering over me like mother hen" 

They protested but your siblings left you alone  for the night.

The nurse gave you an injection for your pain and you were dead to the world.

Clark rushed home and had a quick shower before he headed out for the night. He entered your hospital room undetected, there you were sleeping blissfully, unaware of your saviour's eyes on you, scanning your body. He healed your body with his Kryptonian powers and he sat down on your bed. He did not know what came over him,  he caressed your cheek, he brushed off the strand of hair on your face which was irritating you in your sleep, you unknowingly snuggle into his warmth. Clark decided to stay with you at the  but his plans were interrupted by the night nurse making the rounds. He stayed as long as he could feeling a connection with you, something that wasn't common for him. He left you alone that night with a silent promise to return.    

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if i find out someone has fed my work to the plagiarism machines to get an ending because they’re impatient, not only will i do everything in my power to find out who you are and expose you irl, i will also show up to your house, punch your mother in the head (because you definitely still live with her) and shit in every single pair of your shoes before i beat the fucking brakes off you. choose wisely.