Big ol' Drabble post!
Ok here are the drabbles, in the order they were requested.
For dolimir_k:
“Jimmy Olsen is annoying, untalented and… annoying, and stupid, but mostly annoying.”
The clacking of keys stopped suddenly, as Clark reviewed the sentence. It was definitely incomplete and probably a run-on, but oh-so true.
Annoying, that seemed to be the keyword. Jimmy Olsen was annoying.
Clark stared at Chloe’s work computer’s monitor a moment longer before quickly hitting the backspace key several times to erase the evidence of his-ok, he could admit it-his jealousy.
He knew it was petty to dislike Jimmy just because he had managed to nab what Clark had so long ignored.
But he couldn’t help wishing that things had gone differently. That after Dark Thursday Chloe and he had managed to find time to discuss what had happened.
If only there had been a quiet moment.
He could have told her that one kiss would never be enough.
For yavannauk:
The first time Clark saw them together the room felt so hot he thought he might actually sweat.
When Lex banned him from the mansion, the heat got worse. For a moment his vision went red. The image of Lana with Lex burned in him like fuel for a fire he couldn’t put out.
When he went to the hospital to see Lana and was turned away, the anger was almost impossible to ignore.
But it wasn’t until he came back to the hospital a week later to check on Lex that he realized what the heat was.
Lex really did love Lana, and Clark didn’t fit in their lives anymore.
He thought it would be Lana he mourned, but it was Lex he missed.
And Clark couldn’t stand it.
For xandyrd:
(Note this is at least twice as long as a drabble should be...)
The boy’s mouth was even better than it looked.
Slick with spit and come, it was obscene and exactly everything he had wanted.
“Good boy,” he purred encouragement.
The pink tongue slipped between those oh-so-soft lips and licked the last bit of liquid off of his softening hardness.
He did believe that good behavior deserved positive reinforcement. Perhaps it is where had went wrong with his son? Lack of positive reinforcement.
“That was wonderful,” Lionel said as he zipped up his slacks, “Do give your mother my well wishes, will you?”
“Are we done,” was the curt answer.
He liked how this one still tried to struggle, even if it was in such a small way.
“For now my boy.”
“And… my secret?”
“Quite safe,” Lionel reassured, as he buttoned his cuffs and straightened the rest of clothes.
The boy made his way to the office door and paused before opening it. Waiting. He knew what was coming. Lionel had trained him well and the boy was a fast learner in all aspects of the phrase.
“Until next week Clark,” Lionel reminded.
The boy frowned. It was just as pretty as his smile.
The door clicked softly as it closed. Lionel smiled contently. Whoever said deceit didn’t pay had never had an opportunity to cash in.
For gradeafan:
Lana was everything.
She was the lips that had kissed him. The body that had taken him in. The mind that had listened to the truths he couldn’t tell anyone else, even if she didn’t know it.
She was the desire he had held inside, to the exclusion of all else.
The voice he had listened to for comfort. The ears he had told lies to-lies that were told for different reasons than the lies he told everyone else.
She had everything that Lex had wanted from Clark.
And now she was his, and he would take everything Clark had given her.
It was all Lex could have, and all he needed now.
For mos_self:
He wanted so bad to blame someone.
It was Norman’s fault. That was easy, because Norman was one hell of a bastard, and poor Harry had suffered so much for it.
Really though, it could have been Harry’s fault too. So Harry’s life hadn’t been great? Whose was? Did that mean he had to do drugs? Make the wrong choices?
Did it mean he had to follow in the footsteps of his father?
It would be so easy to blame Norman or Harry, but he knew the truth.
Despite the harm it inevitably caused others, Peter Parker needed to be Spider-man, and Harry Osborn had paid the price.
Again Peter Parker was the murderer of someone he loved.
And as always, he was the only one at fault.
Finished all of these last night. Coffee and being slightly depressed about money can be so very constructive to writing drabbles at 2AM.
For dolimir_k:
“Jimmy Olsen is annoying, untalented and… annoying, and stupid, but mostly annoying.”
The clacking of keys stopped suddenly, as Clark reviewed the sentence. It was definitely incomplete and probably a run-on, but oh-so true.
Annoying, that seemed to be the keyword. Jimmy Olsen was annoying.
Clark stared at Chloe’s work computer’s monitor a moment longer before quickly hitting the backspace key several times to erase the evidence of his-ok, he could admit it-his jealousy.
He knew it was petty to dislike Jimmy just because he had managed to nab what Clark had so long ignored.
But he couldn’t help wishing that things had gone differently. That after Dark Thursday Chloe and he had managed to find time to discuss what had happened.
If only there had been a quiet moment.
He could have told her that one kiss would never be enough.
For yavannauk:
The first time Clark saw them together the room felt so hot he thought he might actually sweat.
When Lex banned him from the mansion, the heat got worse. For a moment his vision went red. The image of Lana with Lex burned in him like fuel for a fire he couldn’t put out.
When he went to the hospital to see Lana and was turned away, the anger was almost impossible to ignore.
But it wasn’t until he came back to the hospital a week later to check on Lex that he realized what the heat was.
Lex really did love Lana, and Clark didn’t fit in their lives anymore.
He thought it would be Lana he mourned, but it was Lex he missed.
And Clark couldn’t stand it.
For xandyrd:
(Note this is at least twice as long as a drabble should be...)
The boy’s mouth was even better than it looked.
Slick with spit and come, it was obscene and exactly everything he had wanted.
“Good boy,” he purred encouragement.
The pink tongue slipped between those oh-so-soft lips and licked the last bit of liquid off of his softening hardness.
He did believe that good behavior deserved positive reinforcement. Perhaps it is where had went wrong with his son? Lack of positive reinforcement.
“That was wonderful,” Lionel said as he zipped up his slacks, “Do give your mother my well wishes, will you?”
“Are we done,” was the curt answer.
He liked how this one still tried to struggle, even if it was in such a small way.
“For now my boy.”
“And… my secret?”
“Quite safe,” Lionel reassured, as he buttoned his cuffs and straightened the rest of clothes.
The boy made his way to the office door and paused before opening it. Waiting. He knew what was coming. Lionel had trained him well and the boy was a fast learner in all aspects of the phrase.
“Until next week Clark,” Lionel reminded.
The boy frowned. It was just as pretty as his smile.
The door clicked softly as it closed. Lionel smiled contently. Whoever said deceit didn’t pay had never had an opportunity to cash in.
For gradeafan:
Lana was everything.
She was the lips that had kissed him. The body that had taken him in. The mind that had listened to the truths he couldn’t tell anyone else, even if she didn’t know it.
She was the desire he had held inside, to the exclusion of all else.
The voice he had listened to for comfort. The ears he had told lies to-lies that were told for different reasons than the lies he told everyone else.
She had everything that Lex had wanted from Clark.
And now she was his, and he would take everything Clark had given her.
It was all Lex could have, and all he needed now.
For mos_self:
He wanted so bad to blame someone.
It was Norman’s fault. That was easy, because Norman was one hell of a bastard, and poor Harry had suffered so much for it.
Really though, it could have been Harry’s fault too. So Harry’s life hadn’t been great? Whose was? Did that mean he had to do drugs? Make the wrong choices?
Did it mean he had to follow in the footsteps of his father?
It would be so easy to blame Norman or Harry, but he knew the truth.
Despite the harm it inevitably caused others, Peter Parker needed to be Spider-man, and Harry Osborn had paid the price.
Again Peter Parker was the murderer of someone he loved.
And as always, he was the only one at fault.
Finished all of these last night. Coffee and being slightly depressed about money can be so very constructive to writing drabbles at 2AM.