#superfic

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/84261716

Superman Fanfiction: Letting go

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

“Dick.” Clark straightened and brushed off the back of his head mechanically, wall already forgotten.

Because it was Dick—or rather, Nightwing—standing over him. Dark hair heavy with sweat clung to Dick’s forehead and temples, and there was what looked like a burn mark on his neck above the line of his costume, but otherwise he seemed unhurt.

“You’re okay?” Clark still asked, because he must. Even as he did so, he gathered what he could of his shattered focus and looked beneath skin and suit for anything troubling.

His own voice sounded far away, but at least he could hear it. He must have done a decent enough job modulating his tone, because Dick didn’t wince, just continued to stare at him with naked concern.

No broken bones or internal bleeding, a glance confirmed. Good. The battered tin can of Clark’s heart crumpled a little more under the weight of his relief. If Dick had been hurt—

Dick was saying something Clark didn’t catch. Clark’s expression must have been as empty as his head, because Dick turned slightly, so Clark couldn’t read his lips, and said something into his comm. Then he turned back, mouth turned up at the ends into something approaching a smile, and crouched down in front of the bench.

He was a grown man now. Clark still wasn’t sure where the time had gone. He remembered a boy, smile as bright as his cape, eyes as blue as the sky, head no higher than Clark’s waist. Uncle Clark, Dick had called him, and still did sometimes when he wanted to wheedle a favor out of Clark but wanted Clark to know that was what he was doing. It was a dizzying thing to look at him now and see that little boy replaced by the solid-jawed man. He looked so like his dad.

“You with me, Big Blue?” Dick asked, his voice raised and words enunciated carefully.

—It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures

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gimme them star party snippets im desperate <3

hiiii of course this is a wee bit of superstar gale’s very chaotic half good 25th birthday party for some contextttt this is whilst he’s on the up before the big big down… it’s kinda the precipice of things going from not great to real bad. also takes place like 2 days after a very superstar christmas so that’ll tell you where he’s at with his using and what he’s using 🥴

Gale knows what it looks like when Rosie is kiss-bitten. He runs into him coming out of the bathroom, lips pink like they’ve been scrubbed at, traces of dark lipstick still lingering in the corners. Gale cocks an eyebrow at him.

“She go out the window?”

“No,” Rosie says. “You live on the sixth floor.”

Gale leans around him to look into the empty bathroom. “You kill her?”

“Jesus, Buck. She left before me. Look, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He tugs on Gale’s sleeve, pulling him into the bedroom and down onto the bed. He sits facing him, one leg tucking up underneath the other. His boots are on Gale’s sheets. They’re both a bit too high to mind. “You doin’ alright?”

Gale looks at him. “Uh-huh.”

“I just know that it’s a bit much. I know you don’t love crowds,” Roise says.

Rosie- buzzing at the edges, the wisps of his curls twofold and overlapping, angelic and astigmatic in the low light of Gale and John’s room- is unreadable. Gale shifts where he sits. He’s been having a hard time finding his place with Rosie. With picking apart the threads of his own jealously, untangling them from competition and concern. Something about his kindness makes Gale wary. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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PLEASE CAN YOU DROP MORE SUPERSTAR ROSIE LORE

ANY CRUMB

A FARTHING

AN ALM. NEVER in my born days did i think i woul- but alassss

can you sayyy more about when john crashed his car?? what was the fight whats the tea what happenddddd haha (im chilled)

i can’t say too much about the car hehe except for when two hot guys with mommy issues clash they clash hard over said mommy issues…. lore wise i can offer u some elo snippets may i introduce to you his ex david..

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last lines tag

tagged by @joeyalohadream @feyd-meowtha and @swifty-fox thank u angels <3 cheating a lil bc it’s part of a prompt game i don’t have a ton to share i’m still getting back on my feet w writing However !! this is actually a canon pre-canon superstar scene so thank u/ lucky u to the anon who sent the prompt it should be done sooooon ! tw implied toxic power imbalance slash um grooming i guess altho atp they’re still whatever the evil version of platonic is

Ulrich crowds John into a corner, only so his voice can be heard over the liquid sound of throbbing music, and says, “give it back.”

John blinks down at him. Owlish in all of his false innocence. He smiles, a small quirk to the edge of his lip, bending down to speak as if to accentuate his height. Eighteen and balancing on that knife’s edge of boy and man; taller and broader than he was, he carries his fresh stature like the guns Ulrich hands him. It’s been fascinating to watch him sharpen. Enough so that Ulrich almost forgets, sometimes, that he still has the all the trappings of a fucking kid.

“Give what back?” says John. It could be the strobing lights, but Ulrich swears he sees him wink.

He takes a deep breath, and says through grit, “don’t steal from me, John.”

John’s teeth are flashing. “Learned from the best.”

“I did not teach you petty theft.”

“Yeah?” John’s got an arm outstretched, now. Palm flat on the filthy wall above Ulrich’s shoulder, like he is attempting to cage him in. “You want me to rob you at gunpoint, instead? Bet you would.”

i think everyone and their momma has been tagged in this round so i’m gna leave tags this time but say open invite to pls show me what ur working on to anyone who wants a go

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dog for wip game!

i don’t think i have dog for clegan 🙀 so again you’re burdened with very out of context pre canon superstar john and ulrich from the b-sides 🧍‍♂️

“He don’t want me to leave, do you, boy?” He’s lifting the dog onto his lap, playing with the scruff of his neck, and Ulrich wills himself to watch the display from somewhere outside his own body. John smiles at him. Cheeks flushed and happy. “C’mon. Oh, come on, relax. Show me some more weird music while I play with him. Y’know I’m a fuckin’ dog whisperer.”

Ulrich looks down at John. Presses his tongue to the point of his teeth, losing the battle the moment he meets his eye. “That is because you are a mutt, John.”

John grins. Throws him a wink- says, “Wuff.”

Ulrich stares at him a moment longer. “Wuff, indeed.”

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would ur superstar collaborator mind if u shared some crumbs of john pov? much love xx

hiiii yes ofc elo picked these bits out for u <3

have some john and rosie music discussion:

and some clegan with a window into john’s brain and some reassurance 🥺:

i love elo’s john so so so much he’s literally everything to me

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could we see a superstar john and rosie exes excerpt? very curious about that 👀

don’t have too much to offer bc a) their relationship was like three ish years pre canon (when rosie was in college) and b) that lore is mostly coming from john’s pov which elo is writing but u can have this tiny bit of a conversation between gale n rosie about it 😌

“Look, maybe you just couldn’t handle him.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Rosie says. He’s calmed somewhat, which seems exceptionally unfair against the way Gale’s lungs are screaming in his chest. “And if you can, then that’s good. I mean it. You make each other happy, everyone sees that. But the only person who can save Bucky when he goes off the edge is Bucky, and you gotta be prepared for if he don’t wanna do that next time. He might take you down with him, or in five years you'll be mourning him, and how much of him you couldn’t handle.”

and this :-)