I've been following a lot of fun fan fiction at the megamind_movie community. There was a call for more smut. Being a perv  an obliging sort, I tried to take up the challenge. I can't say I was entirely successful smut wise. My characters seem to have a little trouble quite going there. I think its probably Teen for Adult Concepts rather than Explicit , but it's ( Read more... )

Title: The Return of the Coconut Gun
Rating: G
Any non-Chlark pairings: Hints of Dolly, specter of Chimmy
Warnings: Crack Fic! This plays fast and loose with season 8 spoilers. This might make a little more sense if you read Coconut Gun already, but probably not a lot more sense. Thanks to Elly for pointing out where some explaination was in order, ( Read more... )

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So I had an idea for a crackfic. It's not been beta read. It's in pretty questionable taste. It includes ideas that aren't for children, and it contains references to spoilers for the next episode.

So with apologies to, well everyone for everything...

Coconut Gun

Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know -- it's serious
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know ( Read more... )

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Eventually, they had to get out of bed. Over breakfast, Chloe told him about her reality, which was just depressing if he was going to be honest.

He promised himself to go visit Mom and Dad. He hadn’t been back to the farm in a while. She asked him what stories he was working on for ( Read more... )

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Afterwards, they lay in bed, side by side, hand in hand, silent. Clark could hear Chloe’s heart slowing to a more peaceful pace. He heard the hum of the refrigerator again, and the ever present Metropolitan traffic. There was a finch singing somewhere outside, and the scrabbling of ( Read more... )

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Warning, this is the R section, for sexuality. If you are not of age, or don't like that sort of thing, see you tomorrow.

"Maybe we could say good-bye." What was that supposed to mean? She said it as if it were a euphemism for something. Wait. Did she mean what he thought she meant? He looked at her ( Read more... )

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The phone rang the next morning. Clark woke with a start, and resisted his urge to crush the phone handset as he answered. It was Tim, babbling. Babbling at 6 AM. Clark tried to focus.


He heard Chloe pad to the door and knock quietly. He told her to come in. He listened a bit longer, then promised to pass ( Read more... )

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It rained on the way back. Clark tried to hold Chloe a little closer, and to make the best speed he could, but he could feel her shiver in his arms. Back at the apartment he let her down reluctantly. Her hair hung damp and dripping. As she took off her coat, he saw wet fabric of her blouse clinging to her skin. ( Read more... )

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Chloe clutched tightly when he first took off, which Clark couldn’t help appreciating. Then she couldn’t stop babbling about how cool flying was. It was cute.

It had been so very quiet without her, or really he reminded himself, without his wife. Clark smiled as Chloe shifted around to get a better look at this or that ( Read more... )