#clarice fong fanfic

[nekoannie-chan]

Looking for fics

If have fanfics of the following characters:

Brock Rumlow.

Runaways.

Tandy Bowen.

Ororo Munroe.

Lorna Dane.

PRIDE.

Morgan le Fey.

Nico Minoru.

Clarice Fong/Ferguson.

Rogue.

John Proudstar.

Stepford Cuckoos.

Sinthea Schmidt.

Janet van Dyne.

Doctor Doom.

Mister Sinister.

Dottie Underwood.

Michael Morbius.

Ana/Satana Helstrom.

Daimon Helstrom.

Jack Rollins.

The divine pairing.

Tina Minoru.

But posted on Tumblr because I’m looking for add them to my recommend list on here as you know that’s the way I support writers on this platform. Let me know or tag me, please.

My reading guidelines here.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 191 & 192

Welcome to weeks 191 & 192

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Dreams Do Come True - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Made for Me - epilogue - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Bucky Oneshot - @samodivaa

For Years or For Hours - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

TOL - I'm your daddy now (1) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Scratches - Kinktober Day 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Luckiest man alive - (Ari x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Relief - (Robert P x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Olden - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Failed mission - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Ethereal Part 4 - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Puppy gets it all - (Cole x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Color Me Yours - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Collared part 35 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Collared part 36 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Built Differently - Stroke of Midnight- (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Finding Home (2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 4 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Reconnect - Waiting a Little Longer - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Switched Sides part 4 - @deliciousangelfestival

Your Mark On Me - Part 6 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Ideal Triad's First Beta Rut - (Stucky x OC) - @rissararity

His Prize - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Two Bosses Part 10 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420

In the Court of the Shield and Star - Prologue - (Steve x OFC) - @hollybee8917

Lost in the Dark -(Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Boom Clap - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

New job - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Cost - (Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong) - @nekoannie-chan

Release Me Pt. 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

[h-the-scientist-not-from-steps]

Now if some fabulous human being were to write a fanfic based on ideas of what they thought season 3 was going to be like I'd like love you forever

[zoefandom127]

ok plz tell me i’m not the only one still obsessed with the gifted??? ThunderBlink still live in my mind rent free and i’ve been trying to continue making little drabbles for them. here’s a lil AU that i’ve made.

Army Man

"You're staring."

Clarice heard a whisper in her ear and almost dropped the glass she was drying. Surely enough she was on the other side of the bar with her eyes glued to a dark-haired man. He had a tattoo that wrapped around the bicep of his right arm. The tattoo screamed military. Not that she'd really know. He was sipping on his beer slowly and had been playing with a bracelet on his wrist.

He's a regular. He comes every Thursday and orders his usual beer. He has about two or three of them until he leaves. Takes his time drinking it, too. He takes the liquid one sip at a time and looks around intently as if to study the people around him. He doesn't talk much but when he does, his voice resonates and buries deep within Clarice's mind.

Though, it's not like she's ever spoken to him.

She turned her attention to the younger girl on the right of her and almost cringed at the smirk that was on her lips.

"Was not," she responded.

"Oh please," Lauren rolled her eyes, "You've been drying that cup for twenty minutes while gazing at Army Man."

Clarice sighed and put the glass back on the shelf. Had she really been that noticeable? She had always prided herself in being somewhat discreet.

"Come on, Clarice, just ask him out. Everyone with eyes can see that you have a crush on him."

"First of all, this isn't high school. Second, I do not have a crush on him. Third, he's a customer and I hardly know him."

"Well, that look seems like you wanna know him. In more ways than one."

Clarice's eyes widened at the statement. "Lauren!" She flung the towel at the young girl.

Lauren just snickered and held up her hands. "Hey, I'm just telling it like it is!"

Clarice's cheeks reddened and her eyes fluttered around the bar in embarrassment. Was it that obvious? Clarice didn't necessarily have a crush on him. More like an...underlying interest. Or attraction? She didn't know how to explain it but she just felt...drawn to him.

"Look," Lauren brought her out of her thoughts. Her teasing look softened as she looked at her embarrassed friend. "All I'm saying is that you should go talk to him. There's no harm in a little friendly conversation."

Clarice looked back at the man. His brow was furrowed in thought. It was an interesting look to see on such a handsome face. She wanted to know what he was thinking, to understand what was on his mind.

She caught his gaze when he went to take another sip of his beer. She smiled lightly as the blush on her cheeks darkened. The corners of his mouth quirk up slightly in response. Clarice turned her head back to face Lauren and was met with a knowing smirk.

Lauren grabbed a pitcher full of beer and shoved it into Clarice's hands. Clarice looked down at her hands confused. "What are you—"

Clarice was cut off by small hands grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around. "Go get 'em, tiger."

She didn't have time to question the command as Lauren pushed her into the direction of the man she had been watching throughout the night.

Clarice stumbled as her hands hit the countertop in an attempt to balance her, almost spilling the beer in the process. The man looked up, partly startled. He eyed Clarice wearily.

The girl chuckled nervously. She looked back at Lauren and saw that the girl was smiling widely and holding two thumbs up. Clarice grumbled under her breath and looked around to see if anyone had noticed what had happened. When she finally came to the conclusion that no one cared, she looked back at the man. He stared back curiously, wondering why she was in front of him.

Clarice took a deep breath and took his almost empty glass, filling it to the rim with beer like she was taught. Her eyes met his for the second time that night and she smiled at him for the second time that night.

He smiled back, giving her the boost of confidence she needed to say:

"Hi. I'm Clarice."

since it’s been so hard to write abt these two i am COMPLETELY open to any requests or ideas. i’ll do my best to write them, just lay ‘em on me. oh also show some love to the drabbles on AO3 and Fanfiction.net!! tell me what ya think!

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Anyone want to read subpar smut of John going down on Clarice?

[echo-bleu]

To anyone who is still following me here for my Gifted stories: I’ve been spamming you with contents from other fandoms for months now and not bringing you anything. I’m sorry about that. I can’t say that it will change, because I haven’t actually touched my Gifted stories for a while beside a little editing. But here’s chapter 27 of the Underground.

[themutantunderground]

I have a terrible whump fanfic idea involving John and a stun grenade. 😟👿

[eveningspirit]

Has too much time passed to ask you about your dark'verse (as a whole)? If not 1, 4, 11, 15 (I'd love to ask you about the Specters, but I don't know if you've written enough) :)

So, the question about dark ‘verse is hard, because it’s multiple fics and each was different, but if I focus on the thing that pertains them all, some headcanon... I’ll try. :)

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I guess it’s headcanon that I apply to almost all the characters that I like, that under their steadfast and caring and strong demeanor, they are really vulnerable and damaged. I didn’t get to explore it, really; that last fic was supposed to deal with the depths of that vulnerability, but since I found little response back then, I figured it was a silly idea and just... lost the drive to continue.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

I all those fics? Hm, I don’t know. The story I’m most proud of is Bulletproof, but line of dialogue? I just skimmed through and I really like the moments like, when Lorna quips something and John doesn’t dignify it with response. Or when Clarice and Lauren sit together at night, in Hidden Inside, and they don’t talk. I realize I don’t write all that much dialogue, huh...

11: What do you like best about this fic?

So, I’ll say this about Bulletproof, I like Clarice’s voice and how she’s this no-nonsense person and that she may not be the leader, or someone exceptionally strong-willed, but she can stand her ground when push comes to shove. She’s got strength, she just doesn’t really know it. Yet. And I think I managed to get that across.

Also, I wrote a kiss, that always counts as a success. ;p

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

I honestly don’t know. That I need feedback to write fanfic? I didn’t write it to learn, I usually write to express something, not to learn. :)

Thank you for the questions and sorry it took me so long to respond. *hugs*

[kirstensmee]

Snap Decisions and Nervous Energy | The Gifted FF

When Clarice got to the hotel room she was staying in, dead tired from a full day of press, she didn't think that she's going to end her night in the arms of John Proudstar. But here they are... Inspired by Shawn Mendes's "Lost in Japan".

Read it on Ao3, FF or below!

Clarice had just returned to her hotel room when her phone pinged with an incoming call. The caller ID said John Proudstar. Aka one of her best friends. At least that's what Clarice chose to tell herself. Truth be told they have been dancing around each other's feelings for a while now, but neither was willing to take the next step. At least not yet.

“Hey, how was your day?” John's voice sounded through Clarice's phone.

She kicked off her heels, sat on the bed and then spoke rubbing her tired feet, “Hey! Long. It was very long.”

“That bad, huh?” Came John's reply, concern leaking into his voice.

“No, not really. I'm just tired. The whole day consisted of me dodging questions about my personal life and trying to coax the journalists into asking me anything else other than questions about how tight my suit was or was I wearing anything under it.” Clarice explained. She was currently on the Asian leg for the promo tour of her latest superhero movie. It was a worldwide box-office hit so that is how she found herself sitting in a hotel room somewhere in Tokyo dead tired.

“So, were you?” asked John.

“Was I what?” Clarice replied confused.

“Wearing anything under that superhero suit?” John continued cracking up at the end knowing how much the question will annoy Clarice but that it will also ultimately make her smile.

“Seriously?” Clarice exclaimed, “You're really asking me that?”

“I mean, I was wondering..” he trailed off with humor still evident in his voice but also kind of flirty.

“You're unbelievable,” Clarice said but you could hear the smile that she was sporting in her voice. “But for the record, no I wasn't. I mean, it's a skin-tight catsuit, you can't wear much under it,” she added, receiving the answer she had hoped for from John.

You could hear John choking on the water he had been drinking and when he finally stopped coughing he replied: “I will never see that movie the same again.”

That caused Clarice to finally burst out laugh, but once her laughter died down she sighed and fell back on the bed: “And tomorrow I do it all over again. Anyway, how did your meetings go?”

Hearing Clarice so sad and exhausted broke John's heart. He himself felt tired, but his lifestyle was nowhere near as exhausting as Clarice's. Sure he was the CEO of a huge company and ran several charities, and that did cause him to travel pretty frequently. But other than business trips his life was pretty low-key. No paparazzi flashes or screaming fans wherever he went. Although as of late he was in the tabloids more often than he liked due to his friendship with Clarice as well as actor Marcos Diaz and musician Lorna Dane.

“They went great! The investors agreed to back the Thunderbird project so we're full steam ahead.” John replied feeling a little guilty that his day went much better than Clarice's.

“That's amazing. I'm so happy for you John! The positive impact that this project will make is incredible.” Clarice knew all about John's efforts to better the lives of those less fortunate and admired John for it. Hell, they have spent countless hours throwing around ideas since Clarice herself was a philanthropist and a supporter of various charitable causes.

“Thanks, Clarice.” John thanked Clarice for her kind comments and they fell into a comfortable silence.

But after a few moments Clarice spoke again. And she didn't know if it was her exhaustion or the fact that she was simply done hiding her feelings for John, but Clarice made the decision to voiced something that had been weighing on her for a while now.

“God, I wish you were here not all the way in Osaka. We finally are in the same country but you are still hundreds of miles away. And meanwhile, I can't get you out of my mind. You know a few of the reporters asked me questions about you, about my relationship with you and instead of telling them that you're one of my best friends I wish I could have said that you're something more. I have been feeling this tension between us for a while now. Sometimes it feels like you could cut it with a knife. And I know that you feel it too! But it's still so easy to talk to you, you just be with you. I... uh... I just really wish you were here...” Clarice trailed off.

“Clarice, I...” John started but then stopped again. It sounded like he was trying to make a decision as well. “What are you doing tonight?”

“What?” Clarice asked confused for a second time that night.

“You know Osaka isn't that far from Tokyo. I could... I could fly to you...” John trailed off.

“You can't John, what about the charity benefit tomorrow evening?” Clarice asked. She knew that John couldn't just fly to her, the benefit was too important, but she really wished he would come to her.

“I will fly back tomorrow.” John simply replied. You could hear rustling in the background and then John saying something to someone.

“What are you doing?” Clarice tried to understand what was happening and if John was really about to jump on a plane to Tokyo.

“Please don't go to sleep yet. I will be there in two hours.” John rushed out when he returned to their phone call and then hung up.

Clarice was left shell-shocked. She couldn't believe that John was really about to hop a plane to visit her for just a few hours. But in about half an hour her phone started blowing up with notifications. Apparently, John had posted a picture of him on a plane to Tokyo and since she had posted several photos on her timeline of her Tokyo trip earlier in the day the fans were going crazy in the comments speculating that John was coming to see her.

It took Clarice a couple more minutes to realize that John was really on his way to her, but then her mind kicked into high gear. She rushed to tidy up the room and take a shower to wash off the bad day she had. And once she was done with all that she sat on the window seat of her hotel room, too nervous to do anything else other than to look outside at the city below her and wonder what's going to happen once John gets here.

Another half hour passed and then someone knocked on the door of her hotel room.

When Clarice opened the door it revealed John with an overnight bag in his hand and a smile on his face.

“Hi,” was all Clarice could choke out because of her nerves and because of the fact that John's lips were on hers as soon as the words left her mouth.

When both of them ran out of air they broke apart and John rested his forehead to hers finally saying “Hi” as well.

Eventually, they got out of Clarice's hotel room doorway and into her room. And after John sheepishly admitted that he did not have a place to stay he spent the night there as well. And although the morning came way too quickly and they had to return to their duties, they parted not as friends but as lovers. A tension had been broken and replaced by something more solid and long-lasting. And even years later they still spoke of that night in Japan full of snap decisions and nervous energy that finally brought them together. All it took was to feel lost in Japan to finally find their way to each other.

[serenecalamity]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Gifted (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clarice Ferguson | Clarice Fong/John Proudstar Characters: Clarice Ferguson | Clarice Fong, John Proudstar Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Cheerleader!Clary, Pining!John, Kissing, All Knowing!Lorna, Secret Relationship Summary:

John's got a secret. And it's got to do with a certain cheerleader.

Or check it out on FF.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13183576/1/Girls-In-Their-Knee-Socks-They-ve-All-Got-It-Made

[wmhalliwell]

"Come ask me for things" I was *summoned* by the potential for drabble requests. Might I suggest some Clarice & Marcos bonding set after they leave the Morlocks, and maybe some light needling about Glow? Thank you!

They walked silently next to each other away from the Morlock base. It was apparently rude to portal out of the tunnels, so they had to take the long way.

“So…” Marcos said, breaking the silence of the dripping pipes, sloshing water and rumble of mechanics. “That was…something else.”

Clarice pressed her lips together and glanced over at him. Like many mutants, Marcos could pose as human. He didn’t quite understand the need and desire to be yourself like the Morlocks could. He probably also didn’t understand what many of the former hospitalized mutants had done with that M on their faces…they were making a choice with their freedom, even if their choice left them down in the dark.

“Yeah. That’s one way to put it,” she mused. Her mind felt scattered between many things: worry for John, the words Erg said, her part in stealing from that warehouse, Marcos’s face when he held that girl’s hands as she got marked…. “Did I see you getting chummy with that…orb glowy girl?”

Marcos raised his eyebrows and looked at her sternly. “Glow? No I just…”

“Wait, her name is Glow? Is that the best she could do?” Clarice snickered, pushing down her emotions with sarcasm and harsh with like usual.

Good thing Marcos understood. He waved a hand. “She just helped me understand that our fight…it isn’t black and white.”

“No it is not,” Clarice agreed with him, taking a sharp right and ducking under a low pipe. “Speaking of names…what’s the deal with mutants and their names? I just don’t…get it.”

“Well–”

Clarice continued, cutting him off. “I mean, why choose Glow if you’re gonna choose any name. At least make it cool. Like…Eclipse. Pretty cool.”

“Uh…thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He hesitated before speaking again in case she had more to offer. She didn’t, so he answered her first question. “It’s just…taking back our identities from people who hate us. Or it’s about separating yourself from your life before you manifested. Or it’s just a name you feel more comfortable with. It’s not like it’s required, but it’s not meant to dehumanize anyone either.”

“So it’s not all about hiding your identity.”

“Sometimes it is. It’s just…a name. Names hold power.”

Clarice pursed her lips as they started the upward climb toward the surface, the sloped concrete slick from water and gunk. “I like my name.”

“I like my name too.”

She squinted her eyes at him and glared. “Erg christened me or whatever with a mutant name down there. Before the marking ceremony.”

“Christened you? Maybe don’t say it like that when you tell John.”

She nudged him with her elbow. “Shut up.”

“So what’s this name he gave you?” Marcos prodded.

“I didn’t choose it, so I don’t know if I’ll use it but it just got me thinking,” she babbled as he waited patiently for her actual reply. “Blink.”

“Blink?”

“Which, you have to admit is slightly better than Glow. Not as badass as Thunderbird though,” she mused, tapping her chin.

Marcos laughed at that and pushed open the grated door, stepping out into the sunlight. “It suits you though,” he said, just to give her something to ponder.

[nekoannie-chan]

Clarice Fong/Ferguson X Reader Masterlist

I publish my works in Spanish and English.

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Surprise!

Summary: You thought it was a seemingly simple mission, yet Clarice had a surprise prepared.

[justaniche]

Fic Rec?

Does anyone have any good Gifted fics? Preferably thunderblink because thats my love but all is welcome. I personally found 1 really good one i just need more. Also if not im willing to read everything and make a masterlist 

[strugglingcreativley]

ＭＵＴＩＥ！

Ever since she was little she knew she was different. She looked different. No one else had hair the colour of amethysts or eyes the colour of emeralds, at least not to the extent Clarice did. That along with the dagger shaped, purple birthmark just under her eye and elf-like ears. There was no hiding that she was a mutant.

People stared and made comments under their breath even when she was small and didn’t really understand why people were the way they were. The comments that were made under their breath were made by politer people. Others seemed to shout obscenities or throw things at her and yet she was the monster.

 Because of her biological family she knew that she was different but she didn’t know why until she got older.

 **𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 𝓧-𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮.**

As a teenager the difference seemed to grow, even though she spent her time in a home for children that were unable to pass for human. Clarice, with her bright hair and startling eyes, maybe even catlike eyes, were one of those children. She wouldn’t say she made friends in that place, but she was sure no one hated her. She may even be considered quite likable.

Clarice met a man. A normal, human guy. She liked him and he seemed to like her. The way she looked didn’t seem to be a problem for him. He barely paid it any attention. Walking down the street comments were made, obviously. When she was alone they were said and when she was with someone else, even if it was a human, she still heard them saying things, but after all of that she didn’t react. She just accepted it, even though it hurt her to hear what they said.

They had been seeing each other for only a week. They weren’t exactly dating, but they got along so Clarice suggested they go to a movie, “I mean, then if we don’t get along at least we can just sit there and watch the film, right?” That’s what she told him. She liked that she was able to make those kinds of comments around him and he didn’t get offended by them. He even laughed and her sarcasm didn’t even bother him.

To her surprise he agreed and he was quite quick to agree too. The shock of his agreement showed on her features to which he frowned at. That was when she realised how bad she was at masking her emotions. That was clearly not her ability. Neither was people skills

When the evening finally came Clarice wanted to look her best. On a day-to-day basis Clarice wore simple clothes, jeans and some sort of t-shirt that was usually a graphic t-shirt or had holes in it. The look was usually topped off with a leather jacket, but tonight she made an effort. She wore a black, short dress that had a sparkle to it. She paired this with a pair of sheer black tights. Her leather jacket was replaced with a denim jacket. Even her hair was different and slightly pulled back off her face. There was no hiding who she was tonight. She wore a black bag on her shoulder.

They met outside the theatre and walked in together. She felt people staring, but she wasn’t going to let that ruin tonight. Even if things didn’t work out between them it would be nice to hang out with someone who didn’t have the background that she had.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented her as he looked her up and down, taking in everything. He saw the effort she had made.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She stated with a smirk playing at the corner of her lips before she took his arm and linked it with her own so that they would walk in together.

Tonight, felt different from when they usually hung out. They brought their tickets, which he payed for and she payed for the drinks and popcorn before walking into the screen.

As the film progressed the two’s hands intertwined, making Clarice smile. She wasn’t even making the effort to hide her feelings.  He didn’t pull away so he clearly wasn’t against the idea.

Eventually, they got up to leave Clarice grabbed her bag and gently pulled him down the steps and outside. She felt so comfortable with him. It was like all the worries melted away which was rare in this world for anyone, let alone a mutant and especially a mutant that looked like a mutant. Life was not easy and never had been, she wasn’t sure it ever would be.

“Did you have a good night?” He inquired, to which Clarice stopped and titled her head. She pretended to think even though she already had her answer.

“Of course, I did. The film was great… I’m not so sure about the company though.” She joked accompanied with a laugh.

As they made their way into the parking lot she sensed something. The tone seemed to change without anything being said. Then she saw them. A group of humans encircled them wearing black hoodies with a white cross on. All of her muscles tightened.

“Are those….” He started.

“Purifiers.” She finished through gritted teeth as she looked around them. They just seemed to keep coming. Multiplying out of thin air.

A hissing sound pulled her attention away towards her car. A Putifier was spray painting something on her car doors in black, “Hey! What are you doing to my car?” Clarice took a few steps towards him and her car before being pulled back. When she was pulled back she saw what the man had written. ‘Mutie’

They seemed to be moving towards them both, “…. You have no business being among innocent humans.” The leader said with righteousness.

“Screw you!” She shouted at him. Despite being scared she was also angry and at the moment anger seemed to win. She was not alone, which aided her anger.

“Let’s go.” He was still holding her wrist from pulling her back, stopping something worse from breaking out between them. It wouldn’t end well for Clarice. She was outnumbered and deep down she knew that.

“Are you one too?” The leader asked. He was a heavy-set man, white and bald. He had resentment in his eyes and they had never met. When he didn’t get an answer he spoke again, “Speak up, boy!”

Silence hung in the air. A silence that was deafening and seemed to last for an eternity. “No.” He said clearly.

Clarice’s heart sank.

“No. No… I’m human.”

Now she felt alone. And now she felt even more threatened. More eyes seemed to be on her. She was completely isolated. She was the outsider. This feeling was more intense than it had ever been before.

“You’re not going to do anything?” She knew she was breathing heavier than before. Her question was met with nothing but that everlasting silence.  Clarice’s green eyes were fixated on him in hope, “How can you be okay with this?” There was third emotion in there now, it wasn’t just anger or fear, there was pleading in her voice. Pleading him to step in and stand up for her. Even though he took a breath to speak she interrupted him.

“How can any of you be okay with this?” She gestured to all of those around her. Was she trying to shame them?

Clarice was panting by this point. Anger bubbling inside her, starting in her chest and spreading outwards. Her body was warm with the anger she felt and when he grabbed her elbow she stopped and tried to calm herself down.

“Clarice, go.” He kept repeating. “Please, run.”

She didn’t want to go. That was like giving up and losing. Why should she go? She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She wasn’t the one there to hurt people. She just wanted to have a good time and she wasn’t even able to do that without being threatened. Her eyes scanned the area before falling at the front on their leader, who now had a flaming torch in hand. He pulled open her car door, making eye contact with her all the while. Her own eyes pricked with tears as he threw the torch inside and her car caught fire. Was that a threat of what to come or a way to stop her from escaping? It could be both

“No…” She whispered under her breath.

Clarice felt herself starting to cry and crumble. She turned her back to her burning car as she heard, “Your kind isn’t welcome here.”

She started to run looking down at the ground trying to hide her tear stained cheeks. “Hey girl, better run!” The voice boomed after her.

All of that anger and fear in her helped her start to pull space apart. Her hands were a curled and crunched in front of her chest. The space between her hands started to glow a blinding lilac colour as she ran as quickly as she could. Behind her there were echoes of shouts telling her she was disgusting, dirty, weird. All of those words whirled around her as she continued to pull apart space for her to escape.

All those words and yet one that was clearer than all the others. "ＭＵＴＩＥ！"

"ＭＵＴＩＥ！"

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Uhhhh this title is def subject to change. I saw a comment for a drabble idea but ive been dreaming abt this for a while and i dont want to forget it so im gonna write this real quick

No Answer

"You stay here while we go inside to find the refugees. We'll radio you when we need transport from the inside."

John explained as he, Marcos, and Lauren jumped through the portal and into a dimly lit hallway. Rumors say that Sentinel Services have set up random stations all around the city, harboring troubled mutants who seek help and liberation. Though many are widely known, they are extremely hard to locate let alone infiltrate. But Sage, being the genius that she is, found one just on the outskirts of the city in a manner of hours.

This warehouse had a series of buildings surrounding it, one of the larger facilities in the system meaning more blind spots in the security. They were hidden in an alley between what looked to be a conference building and the east side of the main warehouse. After going through the blueprints of the warehouse, Clarice memorized every section and hall, every nook and cranny while Marcos, John, and Lauren memorized keypad codes and camera placements.

"Copy that."

John looked back at Clarice. "Be safe. Stay out of sight." Don't get caught. Don't die. Unspoken but so clearly heard.

"Right back at you." Clarice nodded back.

He wasn't too keen on leaving her alone but for the sake of the mission, he kept his mouth shut. Plus, he definitely didn't want to be on the end of Clarice's hard glare and cocked hip at the discussion that he "thinks she can't take of herself." The portal closed behind them and Marcos pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket.

"Sage wrote down the directions. We take a left up here."

The group cautiously walked down a hallway and turned into a wider, main hall. Lauren placed bubbled air in front of cameras to blur the lenses, dropping them as soon as all three of them were not in view. They took another left and stopped in front of a large metal door labeled "Rfge Subjects". Lauren stepped up to enter the code, whispering the numbers under her breath before pushing them on the keypad. The door opened to reveal ten, maybe twelve, mutants ranging from ages 12-18, every one of them huddled in the farthest corner of the room. They kept their heads down and didn't make eye contact with Lauren and Marcos when they walked in, John standing outside the door to watch for Sentinel agents walking by.

Marcos flashed his hands in the dark room to make everything easier to see. The refugees perked up slightly when Marcos showed his abilities. Lauren walked up to one of the younger mutants with hands held up in front of her to show she meant no harm.

"Hi. We're from the Mutant Underground. We're going to get you all out of here." She looked around, addressing everyone.

The refugees looked at one another wearily.

Lauren tried again. "We're one of the good guys. I promise. We can explain later but right now we've got to go."

The 15-year-old, the one Lauren was trying to get through to first, stood and quickly walked over to Lauren's side of the room, looking back at the others and waving at them to join. One by one each refugee stood up to join one another. Lauren smiled down at the 15-year-old and nodded her head.

"John, we're all good here," Marcos spoke up.

John looked in to see if everything was okay before pulling a walkie-talkie from the waist of his jeans and pushing a button to call Clarice.

"Clare, we're done. Portal to room 118."

He released the button and waited but was met with static for a good 20 seconds.

"Clarice?" John's eyebrows knitted together as the tone in his voice changed to concern.

Marcos looked back at John's stiff posture. "What's going on?"

John waited a moment before answering, hoping Clarice would respond before he spoke.

"Something's wrong."

"Guy's what's happening? Why isn't the portal here yet." Lauren questioned, worriedly.

John placed the walkie back in his waistband in stiff movements. "I don't know but Clarice isn't answering. We gotta find another way out."

Marcos took out a paper with written directions to an exit in the south wing. If they opened any door without clearance an alarm would sound throughout the whole building and alert everyone in the building. So much for being discreet.

"Alright, let's go quickly." Marcos ushered everyone out of the room and into the hallway, Lauren already disorienting the cameras that could potentially see them.

"You guys go ahead without me," John spoke gruffly once the big metal door that held the mutants was closed. "I have to find Clarice."

Marcos simply nodded. There was no way he was stopping him. "Be careful."

With that, he and Lauren turned and led everyone down the opposite hall.

John ran down his intended hall, taking the rights, and left he memorized to take him to the side door of the east wing. Without anything to cover the cameras, he would surely be recognized so he had to move fast before people were sent to find him.

As soon as it was in sight, John busted through the east side door without hesitation. The alarm blared through the building loud and unyielding but he didn't care. He looked both ways of the alley before his eyes landed on Clarice with her back turned to him slumped on her knees in front of a figure dressed in a black and red trench coat. The figure had both hands just inches away from either side of Clarice's head. Their hands had red electrical beams coming from the palms and directed to Clarice's temples.

He rushed to her before he even knew his feet were moving. "Clarice!"

The figure looked up, alarmed, to see John and very quickly sunk into the ground. Gone.

John kneeled down in front of Clarice, cupping her face in his hands. Her face was tear-stained and her eyes were glassy. She kept staring ahead. It didn't even seem like she was aware of John's presence.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry," she whispered shakily, still looking past John's face ahead of her.

"Clarice?" John whispered to her, rocks dug into his knees but weren't registered.

On both temples, red-looking veins expanded from her hairline to her eyes and the apples of her cheeks.

"I didn't know. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

John looked behind to see if he could find who she was speaking to. Nothing.

"Clarice," he brushed a tear just as it fell from her eyes. She was trembling, distraught. It was scary to see. "Clarice we've got to go."

No answer.

He could hear Sentinels and they're not too far. They needed to get out of there.

He stood up and hauled her up with him but her legs proved to not work as she slumped against him. Still, her gaze didn't move. John bent down to place an arm behind her legs and back, lifting her up against his chest. She shuddered and muttered more apologies, to who and for what, he had no idea.

John held her more firmly and brushed a gentle kiss against her hairline as he ran to find Marcos and the others.

there will be a part 2 just so y’all kno😂 i wrote 2 chapters yesterday so go check out the other one on fanfiction.net and ao3. Im prob gonna go back and edit this one l8r but i was really excited to write this! Call me out on any mistakes cuz u alr kno i didnt proofread!

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#7 for Thunderblink! 😄

7. Who has cute pajamas they bought just for their partner?

I love this request, and I hope you enjoy! This is my first Thunderblink story, so sorry if it’s a bit rough.

WORD COUNT: 887 words

SUMMARY: Who has cute pajamas they bought just for their partner? John. He was out buying supplies and clothes for the other mutants in the underground, and he just couldn’t help himself from buying some for Clarice when he saw a pair that reminded him of her.

NOTE: This little fic was so fun to write. I love writing from Clarice’s snarky pov. I hope you enjoy this fic while I continue to write a long Thunderblink fic, which I hope to have up soon. This does not follow any sort of canon, but it is placed after the season finale in terms of the canon. And of course I had to base it off of one of my favorite Thunderblink lines/moments! 

Now available on AO3!

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Clarice sighed as she placed another box against the wall. Her, John and Marcos were in the process of setting up a new Underground for the mutants, and she had never anticipated that it would be so much work. She had joined the team way after it was founded, so by the time she got there, it was running like a well oiled machine. But since their encounter with Sentinel Services only a couple of weeks ago, they has basically had to start over from scratch. 

Marcos hadn’t been much help, either. He was mostly keeping to himself, avoiding her and John and basically anyone else who tried to make sure that he was okay. It was understandable. He was still battling with the falling out he had with Lorna, and her new alliance with the Hellfire club. Clarice didn’t mind that he was missing-in-action, as long as he was okay. 

The only problem was that it left a lot more work for her to do. 

John had went out to get equipment and supplies for the mutants, while he had left her here to start setting things up. Although she knew that she couldn’t go out as easily as John could, thanks to her green eyes and bright hair making her easily identifiable as a mutant, she couldn’t help but think John would have had a much easier time moving all these boxes. This was the most physical activity she had done in a while. 

She was relieved when she heard the door of their new base open, and she saw John walk in, loaded down with bags. She went up to him, grabbing the bags from his hands as she placed a small kiss on his lips. “Hey.”

“Hi,” he responded quietly, and she could see that he was already transitioning into leader mode. He took his job as head of the Underground seriously. “I’ll finish moving these boxes. You start sorting through these bags.”

“On it,” she replied, winking at him. John couldn’t help but smile. 

She started with the food first. It was mostly canned foods, like soup and beans. As she sorted the food away, she made mental notes of which ones she was calling dibs on. Once all the food was put away, she started on the other bags, which were full of clothes for the mutants. He had bought clothes in all different sizes and styles, making sure that everyone was accounted for. She couldn’t help but smile at that. Of course John would make sure no one was left out. 

Clarice took the clothes out of the bags, folding each article neatly and placing them in piles on the cot in front of her. 

“Who are these for?” Clarice asked, breaking the silence when she got to a pair of pajamas that were in their own bag. They were light purple, and had cartoon jelly donuts drawn all over them in a pattern. 

John’s eyes flickered to the clothes in her hand before he went back to his work. “Oh, those are for you.”

“You bought these for me?” Clarice asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Her tone made John turn around, and she could tell that he was having a hard time gauging her reaction. 

“Well… yeah,” he started, and she smirked to herself as she saw him start to become flustered.  “I was at the store buying clothes for the kids, and I saw those and… they reminded me of you. You know, when you said you connected to a ‘warm jelly donut’. And I mean, all of your stuff was at the Underground too, so you’re in as much need of supplies as anyone else… So… yeah. They’re for you.”

She couldn’t stifle her chuckles at his explanation. “So you’re telling me,” she started, walking closer to John. “that you saw these pajamas, with jelly donuts on them, and your first thought was me?”

Clarice didn’t miss the way that a blush crept onto his cheeks. He brought a hand to the back of his neck, awkwardly rubbing at the skin.  “Yeah,” he responded, but his answer sounded more like a question than a statement. 

She broke out in a smile at his awkwardness, and he must have taken it the wrong way, because he rushed to keep talking. “You don’t… you don’t have to wear them! I’ll just give them to someone else. Just… just forget about it.”

Clarice grabbed his face in her hands, stopping his babbling and looking into his eyes. They were searching hers, trying to figure out what she was doing. “Thank you,” she told him quietly, before kissing him one more time, and she swore that he let out a sigh of relief. “Now back to work,” she told them when they parted. He nodded, removing himself from her touch and going back to moving the boxes. 

Clarice liked to give John a hard time about his feelings, and she loved to tease him and see his reactions when he couldn’t figure out if she was joking or not. When his back was turned to her, she ran her hands along the soft fabric of the pajamas, and wondered how she had gotten lucky enough to find a guy who she loved, and who loved her, more than a warm jelly donut.

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