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Night after night when he sleeps, if he can even sleep, is filled with loving memories between her and Bobby. Their first meeting. first date. first time.

Anon!!! Your mind!!!!

Ugh this is perfection 👌

When I read the first part, I got the feeling that, if memories do flash into entity!bobby's mind, he was trying to claim her in a sense 👀

"There she is"

"My girl."

"Angel"

Chill. I'm easy 🤣

No, but seriously, It was just the way he was behaving and the best part? Atp she didn't really have any idea, and so she probably passed off his "off" behavior as just P.T.S.D. and with him just wanting to be as close to her as possible after being gone for a while 👀👀

Your fic is amazing, and all these anons are too! I can't wait for the next part <3 (though as always, take your time <3)

THIS!! You anons have the right idea and I love it too.. thank you sm love as well, your minds are into making it better :))

warning(s): entity talk, smuttiness, tad of angst??

In entity/altered!bobby’s mind, you’re exactly right, it is claiming you, because it wants to, because it can. It’s so intrigued and taken with you that is has no choice to sift through the memories, and replay them over and over..

Especially the ones Bobby holds closest to him, even down to the most private and intimate details. Like the first time he asked you out, all jittery and trying to okay it cool.. “So you want to hangout sometime?” To some, your friends and his own, it seemed like a passing thing, just some high school crush, but it changed when they saw the look in his eye, or the way your smile lit up right back at him. And as soon as you said yes.. he knew that he was done for, like completely. Because you did hangout, every goddamn day for weeks on end.. and it never really changed, you only got closer, you learned each other, and from there, you fell in love.

Your first kiss is a special one. All tangled and messy and uncertain with Bobby’s hands placed at the sides of your face and pressed up against the side wall of the furniture store. It was after a long shift, and you’d surprised him by waiting for him just outside the doors of Clark’s. The sun was setting, something picturesque and pretty, and you looked so beautiful, so ethereal he couldn’t not go for it. Clark was locking up, Kat had left giving you an encouraging wink from everything you’d already told her. And he did. Breathless and heart pounding he went for it, and you kissed him back, your foreheads pressing together in a fit of nervous laughter.

And then there’s something even deeper.. your first time together. Now it wasn’t exactly all romance novel worthy, but it was yours, and that’s what made it perfect. The hours drifted by, sat on the couch, watching mindless tv, at that time at Bobby’s place, something pretty much the size of a shoebox college dorm that had the faint smell of pot floating from the windows and blanket covers shrugged up everywhere. But it as comfortable, and for some reason your favourite place to go. It started with touches, faint traces on your arm and your sides, then your lips pressed to his, slow and affectionate until they moved to your neck, and then yours to his jaw. And then it spiralled from there, he turned you to lay you down onto the couch underneath him, slowly rising your shirt from your body.

“This okay..?” Blue eyes flickered up to yours between the valley of your breasts, slender fingers tugging the fabric away to bare you to him.

“Mmhm..”

He did the same quickly, rising just to shrug his on off, the taut planes of tanned muscle glinting in the low grainy light from the tv box in the corner. Your fingers reached out for him, tracing back across his stomach and up his chest, and he shuddered.. his whole body just twitched. The entity holds onto that. The simplest touches, the loving glint in your eye that you gave him.. he remembers it over and over again. Thinking, studying what it would feel like. And he can feel it, second hand, through the memory alone. The way Bobby’s jaw ticked and his breath stuttered, but the problem is it wants to feel it, itself.

Just like he wants to hold you the way he does, clamping his hands down onto your hips to pull you closer, kissing and biting at your lips when you moan loudly for him for more. Running his mouth along your body and down to your wet heat, slipping his tongue through your folds and tasting you, savouring you on his tongue the way Bobby goes for hours until you’re whining and writhing. To feel himself deep inside of you, fucking deeper and deeper until you’re full and blissed out.

It wants it all.

And to call you all the names Bobby reserved for you. His baby, his girl, gorgeous.. but there’s one it does hold onto the most.

His Angel. Because you are, through and through, to both of them, to all of what is left.

But sure things aren’t all great.. there’s times when Bobby recluses, when he falters and hyperfixates on some film project that gets him so tense and stressed and he doesn’t quite know how to communicate it. You’ve had your hard spats too. The nights alone, the mornings when he’s already up but still tucked you into bed, the times when you just glare at each other from halfway across the apartment. Those parts, the entity learns too, holds onto it like a vice. Weaponises it even. Because there it can perfect it, what not to do, what to do..

And for the time being, it’s just holding onto the fact, while Bobby rests tired and exhausted in bed, something else is awake inside of him, every so often blinking up at the ceiling with you in his arms, replaying all of it. Only hoping that you haven’t quite caught on.. or the fact you haven’t said much. Yet..

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