#clarice fong fic

[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.  💜💜

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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

[nekoannie-chan]

Cost

Title: Cost.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, The Gifted.

Ship: Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong (Friends).

Word count: 556 words.

Square: B1 “Short term gains at a long term cost.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve asked Clarice for help.

Major Tags: Mention of betrayal.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

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2016

Clarice looked strangely at the message that had just arrived on her mobile phone; it could only mean one thing, and perhaps all the peace of mind they had had so far could be interrupted.

Clarice arrived at the place at the appointed time. She had not stopped having that strange feeling; she simply wanted to know what was going on. A few minutes later, out of the shadows, Steve came out.

“What's going on, Cap? “she asked, and she could immediately see the concern on his face.

“Clarice, I need your help, rather than that of the mutants in the underground," Steve said in a serious tone, sighing before continuing to speak. “The Sokovia Accords are affecting all superheroes, but especially the mutants; several are being locked up, and you know exactly what will follow."

Clarice frowned. This time the situation looked bleaker; they didn't want to be on the run again, being chased by the Sentinels again.

“I'm with you, Cap, but I'll need more detailed explanations. How can we help?"

“I need to get Bucky to safety, and then we can plan a good strategy to make it clear to Congress that Ross is completely wrong," Steve replied.

“Marcos and John can handle that; maybe they'll need Lorna's help. We could use Esme to convince them.

“No, no powers; it has to be with arguments," Steve asked, still hoping that he could convince them that Bucky wasn't the culprit.

“Cap, sometimes humans can be complicated. No offense."

“What I need is for Bucky to be safe; he's not."

“I know, Esme told us, but you should be careful with Stark; he won't hesitate for a second to betray them," Clarice warned.

“Could you also help me get the evidence?"

“We could try; I can't say for sure."

Clarice made some calls; they had to come up with a plan fast. For all they knew, everything was moving too fast in too short a time, and they were sure that in less than a week, they wouldn't be safe anymore.

“Cap, no matter what happens, just remember that the cost they will have to pay if they make the mistake of approving them will be very large in the future because they will never be able to call or assemble a team in time," Clarice said.

2018

Steve looked around, trying to understand what had just happened. He didn't understand how it was possible that they hadn't been able to stop Thanos; they just hadn't had enough time to put together an effective plan, but it really wasn't their fault.

He turned to look at the group of mutants. He could almost hear them repeating to him what Clarice had told him a few years earlier. He had no reason to feel guilty now.

“How is it possible that they didn't stop him? How are we supposed to deal with this whole mess?“ Ross snapped.

“That's none of our business. A few years ago, someone told me that the cost you would have to pay in the future for approving the Accords would be very high, and so it is. Hold yourself and all those who approved them responsible; since you failed to detect a threat in time, find a solution," Steve said, then stood up and left the room.

[safaiagem]

Hello everyone and welcome to another Fic Back Friday. My last entry on my Pacific Rim OT3 novella Start Spilling Our Sweat (And Not Our Blood) last week got precisely zero likes and reblogs aside from my self reblog so that was a thing. We’re going to try again this week with another dead fandom and see what happens. At least I’m producing some #content for my blog. 

Anyway, I was one of maybe 5 people in the world that not only liked the Fox X-Men show The Gifted but I actually really enjoyed it. It wasn’t exactly high art but there were some really awesome moments and some of the casting was on point. It is, to date, the only show to give one of Magneto’s daughters her crown and the scene where Polaris makes it is one of the highlights of the entire show. I wasn’t that into the main ship of the show but I did write two short fics in 2018 for the other main ship of the show and I’d like to share them. 

So Much Sunshine to the Square Inch -  Words: 4,156 - Rated: T - Marcos Diaz/Lorna Dane 

Post-Season One: “We need your help,” Clarice said. “The Purifiers have taken someone and we want to make sure we get them back. Our powers are all largely defensive and you two are offensive. We want them back with as little bloodshed as possible.” Lorna felt her heart sink as she looked between the three of them. Marcos wasn’t here and he wasn’t a coward. He would face her if he was able to and he wasn’t here.

“Where is Marcos?” Lorna asked. “Tell me everything.”

This first fic I wrote for this series and just some nice whump because of course there’s whump it’s me we’re talking about. I actually got some pushback in the comment section for how I had certain characters react to the season one betrayal but I stand by my reactions and this fic. 

Worst Nightmare -  Words: 1,926  - Rated: T - Marcos Diaz/Lorna Dane 

Lorna has been hidden away in a secluded cabin with almost no metal in it while the Inner Circle tries to figure out with her pregnancy related power flares. She’s only six months pregnant, they still have three months to go, so someone needs to figure this out. No one is supposed to approach the cabin except at designated times so Lorna is ready to defend herself when she feels someone trying to sneak up on her on the second day.

Look, I can write short fics! This was one of those “this scene will not leave me alone” stories that I just had to get out of my head. I still like this one quite a bit. I understand why Fox didn’t renew the show for a third season but considering the final scene in season 2 and what they could have done in season 3? It’s a shame we won’t get to see it and an even bigger shame that the fandom isn’t large enough for anyone to really tackle their own season 3. 

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

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

[themutantunderground]

The Spaces Between Everything Ch. 1

Clarice survived, but she disappeared into a space between places. While she struggles to regain control of her powers and get back to reality, she learns about others like her. Getting back might be an adventure across time and space, but Clarice is going home. She can hear home calling in a desperate voice that whispers her name and knows she's not truly gone. Post 2x14.

Ao3 | FF.net

Warmth. Something soft tickled Clarice's nose, and she rolled over to her right, gathering the blankets to her chest as she snuggled into John. Or tried to. Instead of bumping into the rock solid pecs of her boyfriend, she nearly fell off the side of a narrow cot. She had to grab the wooden edge of it to keep from rolling onto the floor.

"What the hell—" Clarice gasped and sat up, patting her stomach and then shoulder as she looked for the bullet wounds that riddled her. They had punched right through her like she had been a paper doll. How many times had she been shot? Where was she? What was going on?

Oh, God, that had hurt, blood had been everywhere, her blood, it had been splattered across John's devastated face—

He had been reaching for her, she had been on her knees, the pain driving her to the gritty floor of the sewers as more energy was pulled from her. It almost hurt more than the wounds, the feeling of the portal vortexes ripping at her, tearing open her powers like the bullets through her skin. She couldn't control the energy, and it had run rampant like acid in her veins until something else had taken over, turning the pain into comfort as she fell into the portal.

Where was John? Was he all right? They hadn't been packing light fire power. But he was okay, right? Did he and Erg get away okay? Was Faith all right? She hoped Faith was all right, she had seemed fine.

"John?" she croaked, her voice scratchy.

Had he caught her? John had probably caught her and pulled her away at the last moment, and Caitlin must have patched her up. Clarice reached under the camisole she was wearing and touched…skin. No bandages, no stitches, just puckered skin. No way.

She had been shot three times? Four times? Was she supposed to have kept count? Her fingers scrabbled now, hunting for the holes that she knew had been punched through her back. Nothing except raised skin. It was as if the wounds had been healed for a few weeks, but she knew they were fresh. She couldn't have been out that long, could she?"

Fear rushed through her.

"John!"

Clarice looked around the room for him as she swung her legs over the side of the cot. He wasn't there. No one was. It was a small and cozy empty room, with walls that looked like they were made out of some kind of light wood. They were covered in papers and drawings and bits of cross-stitch, and there was a table on the other side of the room. A couple doors. Bundles of dried flowers hung from the ceiling. A stuffed animal was crumpled on the ground next to the bed, an old floppy sad-eyed puppy that looked vaguely familiar.

She stood up and instantly regretted it as her legs crumpled beneath her. Her chin grazed the edge of the cot as she hit the floor, but she managed to hook her arm against the frame so she didn't sprawl out completely.

Something creaked behind her, and sunlight flooded into the room as one of the doors opened, sending the sunbeams racing across the faded carpet and dashing over her. She shrunk back and blinked against the light, unaccustomed to the brightness after a couple weeks in the sewers.

"What's going on?" she demanded in her creaky old lady voice. Oh shit, had she been asleep so long she was elderly now? In a daze, she looked down at her hand, checking for wrinkles and sun spots. Nope, she was good. "Where's John?"

"Good morning, sleepyhead," said a calm, amused voice. "Not sure who John is. Or who you are for that matter…"

Clarice frowned and looked up, tightening her grip on the edge of the cot. A middle-aged woman stood in the doorway, framed by the sunlight. She stepped inside, and Clarice caught a glimpse of two kids peeking through the door before they both sped off.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the woman said, leaving the door open behind her. She spread her hands open in a gesture of goodwill, but Clarice wasn't one to trust easily.

"Yeah, and I guess I'll just take your word for it," she groaned. Unhooking her arm from the cot, she settled on the floor and scooted so she could press her back against the wall.

"You could," the woman said, "Or you could just consider the fact that you're not a bleeding, mostly dead mess anymore. Maybe that's a point in my favor? Though that wasn't me, exactly."

"Could you slow down?" Clarice asked. John would've have been at her bedside if he was there, and knowing he wasn't put her on edge, even with everything they had gone through lately. "I don't understand what's going on."

"What's the last thing you remember?" the woman asked. She came closer and then sat down on the floor in front of Clarice. She was wearing bellbottoms and a sleeveless shirt, both in shades of orange. Her grey-streaked copper hair was caught in a braid that she pushed back behind her shoulder. "You have to remember something, right? Details shouldn't start fading right away."

Clarice narrowed her eyes. "Tell me about this place first."

"Ooo, I'm not sure you're ready for that," the woman said, smiling and drawing a breath through her teeth at the same time.

Clarice paled, and the woman held up her hands, drawing up onto her knees. "Oh, no, no, you're not dead. This is just…a place."

Clarice put her head back against the wall. "Wow, it's all clear to me now." This should've been the time for a headache to start creeping in.

"I'm sorry, we don't get many visitors that stay," the woman said, "So, regrettably, we don't have a welcome script prepared."

Her gentle sarcasm made Clarice look over at her again. She had sat back down on the floor cross-legged, her elbows resting on her knees.

"Fine. But you could tell me something. Anything."

"I know this must be overwhelming for you, but we really don't mean you any harm. I'm Elspeth Cole."

"Elizabeth?"

"Close," the woman said with a grin. "Elspeth. Or just El works. It was a family name."

"El, then," Clarice said, "Can you tell me what's going on? Like how I got here?"

"I can't exactly tell you that, it's different with everyone," El said, letting her hand flutter through the air. She was wearing simple rings on each finger, and they glinted when they caught the sunlight from the doorway. "But you've been here for two of our days."

Our days? That was a weird way of putting it. Her frustration and annoyance must have been clear on her face because El sighed.

"I really am sorry, this is all going to be very confusing at first, but you'll get used to it," El said. "Are you thirsty?"

Now that she mentioned it, her throat was pretty damn dry. That might've been why it sounded like she had swallowed sandpaper. Clarice finally nodded.

El smiled and stood up before holding both hands out to Clarice. "Come on, I'll help you. You'll probably be weak for a while, you lost a lot of blood."

Clarice hesitated before putting her hands in El's. "About that…how am I not dead?"

"You know how you mentioned slowing down earlier? We might want to do that, it'll be easier for you. It's a good idea, going slow," El said gently. "Let's focus on the water first, then we can move through the rest of it. Slowly."

Clarice wanted to snap at the woman and demand some answers, but she had a feeling she wouldn't get anything from her at the moment. She let El pull her to her feet and then hated how she had to lean into the older woman. Shuffling forward at a pace that Clarice set, they made their way to the front door and out onto a small porch. When they reached the steps, Clarice had to reach out and grab a gnarled wooden beam for extra support as the sight stole her breath.

Overhead, the sky swirled with a thousand colors that raced back and forth, sparking and crashing like waves and exploding silently across an impossible galaxy of energy. She could feel it pressing against her skin now, as powerful as the light she had thought was from the sun. When she pulled her attention from the sky, she saw mountains in the distance, tall and deep blue and capped with snow. A lake stretched out beside the cabin they had stepped out of, rolling back toward the mountains. More energy leapt from the lake, arching overhead and disappearing like a rainbow. On the opposite side, a forest rose, but by the way it glinted in the light from overhead, it looked like some of the trees were made of glass or crystal.

"I think I need to sit down," Clarice said, and El helped her sit on the steps as tears stung her eyes. "Where…"

"It's okay, you're okay," El said, her voice gentle and devoid of any sarcasm now. "It's a lot to take in at first, isn't it?"

Clarice pulled her hand away from El and leaned into the beam, her gaze unfocusing. This couldn't be real. This was impossible. "Do you make illusions? That's—or a telepath?" She shot a glare at El. "Esme?"

Confusion darted across El's face, and she shook her head. "No, no, this is very real. This is a place you know, but you've never actually been here before. You just borrow space from here sometimes. It'll feel more familiar soon."

Clarice reached up and covered her face, more confused than she had been before. "Please stop talking if you're not going to make any sense."

"You can teleport, right? Or teleport things? Or make portals? Rip through time and space in some way or other?"

That caught her attention, and she lifted her head. El was staring at her with wide blue eyes. "We all can. This is where you don't go to, but you go through. This is the crossing place."

Clarice was quiet for a moment. "Are you…are you saying I'm inside of one of my portals?"

El swirled a lazy finger in the air, making concentric circles. "More like you're inside all of your portals at one time. Welcome to one of the most popular rips in time and space. We call it the Clearing."

[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".

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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.

[kashima-yu]

Coming Soon...

“heart out” a gifted fanfiction

Summary: It’s that random story about an Uber driver who stumbled into The Underground by accident. 

clarice fong.

uber driver, bartender

can’t deal with stupid people and drama queens

despite what most think, she doesn’t like to be alone

lover of the anime and city lights at night

john proudstar.

ex marine turned Underground fighter

drinks too much beer

tattoo apprentice

loves his dog

sonya simonson.

professional make up artist

loves painting

rising youtuber

too nice for her own good

lorna dane.

fellow Underground fighter, works at Esme’s coffee shop part time

worries marcos 25/8, kickass bitch all year round

pregnant af

b l a c k  l e a t h e r  &  s t e e l  t o e  b o o t s

marcos diaz.

professional welder

future father

worries about lorna too much

convinced that his kid is going to be a girl

esme frost.

owns a coffee shop

closeted gay

hates winter

christmas time is her shit

shawn wolfhardt, (oc).

marine biologist/trainer at the georgia aquarium

pan-asexual pride

basically a mom

got clarice hooked on deathnote

[briishere]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Gifted (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarice Ferguson | Clarice Fong/John Proudstar, Clarice Fong/Erg, Erg/John Proudstar, Clarice Fong/Erg/John Proudstar, Erg & Caitlin Strucker Characters: Clarice Ferguson | Clarice Fong, John Proudstar, Erg, Caitlin Strucker Additional Tags: Fix-it fic, Sort of? - Freeform, Listen those two should never have been fighting the way they were, Domesticity, Post Season 2, Warnings for discussions of John's Self Harm impulses Summary:

Things get awful lonely in the In-Between places. Sometimes, the only thing to do is watch the life you left behind.

[notgonnarememberthis]

In the Dead of Night

Clarice wakes in an unfamiliar place alone and without her powers

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[chants-de-lune]

Warmth

~a 2.4k Thunderblink fic 

Clarice hated the cold.  Cold meant she was huddled in an underpass, shivering in a rain-soaked hoodie and too weak to portal anywhere else.  

Cold was the opposite of warmth, of the heat steaming from Aunt Denise’s oven whenever Clarice peeked at the cookies baking. 

She was a ‘south of the Mason-Dixon Line’ kind of gal. Her powers thrived on heat, on high entropy.  

But here? 

Here was the coldest place she had ever been. 

Locked in another goddamn Sentinel Services cell. 

Clarice yanked at the manacles holding her arms spread-eagled. Nothing gave, and the cold metal bit into her skin. 

Adamantium. Fan-fucking-tastic. 

She curled her fingers but no sparks flew from the tips, not with the specialized clamps on her knuckles.  

Clarice had lost track of the hours. Her feet ached from standing up for so long.  A shiver ran down her spine, goosebumps spiking on her shoulders.  The space was barely larger than a coatroom, but the wall at her back was frigid. She looked at the gauge in the closest corner. 

250 kelvins and dropping. 

She gulped as her eyes darted to the absolute zero at the bottom of the meter.

This room was a torture chamber.  They were going to freeze her to death.  

Have scientists been able to hit absolute zero yet? 

She desperately tried to pull memories from the one science class she remembered.  

220 kelvins.

Clarice’s breath exhaled in clouds. 

Shit.  This is going past a snow-day-in-Wisconsin kind of cold. 

She shivered violently, cursing the sneering SS agent who had only hours ago stripped her of all but a sports bra and leggings.  She tried to flex her fingers again, but the bands were bruising around her knuckles.  

I swear every inch of this tiny hellhole was made for me personally.   

This was how they were going to break her, by sapping her of the heat she needed to thrive.  

No, no I can’t give them the Underground, he’s lost too much already... 

Frost was coating the pipes, cold air streaming in from several vents. 

200 kelvins 

Clarice shut her eyes.  She would be dead long before that meter neared zero. Her powers did not include generating her own heat.  She would die with the secrets safe in her head and heart.  

The numb feeling in her toes spread through her arches, making her raw, bluish feet feel like lead blocks.   

It’s alright, I’ll just fall asleep.  There’s a thousand worse ways to die. 

Her teeth had stopped chattering ages ago, her jaw felt frozen shut. Her chapped lips would have stung if she had any feeling left. 

I hope they find someone to replace me.  A teleporter, maybe. 

185 kelvins 

They’ll be okay.  They’re strong.  

180 kelvins 

He’ll be alright, I know he will.  He’s the strongest of them all. 

170 kelvins 

160

150

Clarice could not keep her eyes open if she tried.  She felt her consciousness slipping deeper towards a darkness. Her weary shoulders hung loosely in the shackles. 

130

120....

I’m going to miss so many things... Lorna’s sass, Marcos’s smile, Zingo’s bark... John’s eyes... 

Vaguely she heard a loud thud, as if the door had been kicked in. The hiss of a broken pipe soon followed, but she could not raise her consciousness back to the surface.  

A beam of light quickly flashed in front of her eyelids.  She heard an odd crackling sound.  One of her arms fell away from the shackles, but her motor neurons were shot.  The beam of light flashed across her face again.  Same crackling noise.  Her other arm fell, and she pitched forward, still three-quarters unconscious. 

Before she hit the ground, she collided with something.  Her nerves were too numb to discern anything, but then she felt something warm press around her waist.  She felt vibrations under her cheek. 

“Clarice, Clarice, come back to me.”  

That voice, warm and rugged, pulling her up like a lifeline.  Images flashed through her mind; crying twice in a strong embrace, a stolen kiss, tawny hands and midnight eyes.

John...

“I’ve got you, Clarice.  Please come back.”

Clarice tried to twitch her fingers, but to no avail, settling for a groan that she hoped sounded like his name.   She felt herself hoisted up, and then they were in motion.  She would have protested had any of her muscles been in working order.  

The hallway was much brighter and hotter than the chamber.  Clarice pressed closer to John’s chest, his heartbeat pounding thunderously under her cheek. She heard a faint clamor of voices - Lorna and Marcos - then a rumbling response from John. 

The shock of the hallway atmosphere made Clarice’s extremities ache with tiny pricks of pain.  She whimpered softly, barely flexing her fingers against the harsh metal still attached to her knuckles.  John heard her and his arms tensed. 

“It’s gonna be alright,” he murmured, chest rumbling again.  The sounds of their footsteps changed as their feet hit cement.  Clarice shut her eyes harder against the glaring intrusion of sunlight.  Shouts echoed from behind her, and she jolted as a gun went off.  John suddenly stepped up, landed with a soft bounce, and another door slammed shut. Clarice felt the familiar push-tug of a moving vehicle.  

They got me out. Is this a dream?  

“You’re not dreaming,” John murmured, pushing hair away from her face. “Look at me, Clarice.  You’re safe.”  

She winces as she slowly forced her eyes open.  John’s gaze sank into hers, smiling against the tears in his eyes.  

“You’d you find me?” she mumbled. John’s smile grew.  

“I’m always going to find you.”  He let his thumb rest on the corner of her mouth. “They could never stop me from finding you.”  

 Clarice closed her eyes, feeling the motion of the van. “Do you need a portal? I can try-” she flexed her fingers against the bands.  A couple sparks flew out, but a stabbing pain shot up her wrist.  

“No, we’re fine. We’re getting you to a safe zone in an hour.  You need to rest.” 

“But.. Sent’nel….” she winced. 

“Lorna’s handing it,” John’s tone was gentle but firm.  Voice of a leader. 

Clarice curled closer to him.  The cold air from the overhead vent was easing the shock, but she needed warmth, needed to feel the renewed energy coursing through her veins again.   Her teeth chattered without control.  John draped his jacket over her frame and lifted his shirt.  Clarice’s heart pounded as her bare midriff made contact with his, sharing core body heat.  

“God you’re still cold as ice,” he muttered, holding her hand tightly, the other hand rubbing her foot.  He tried to loosen the bands on her knuckles and cursed under his breath when they refused to budge. Clarice made another soft sound of discomfort, resting her head against his bicep. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he said.  “Caitlin has to take a look at you.”

“Will you talk to me?” asked Clarice, voice muffled by his arm.  “Tell me about your life.”  

John sighed.  “Sweetheart, my childhood wasn’t great, and the Marines weren’t much better.”  

Clarice relaxed further in his arms, cheek now resting against his stomach. “It couldn’t have been all bad.”  

He sighed, tugging her closer.  The story of him discovering his powers came easily, then he told her about thunderbirds, why he chose one as his codename, the fables his mother told him as she tucked him in at night.  

Clarice sighed, squeezing his hand whenever his thumb tapped against her palm.  Wrapped in the jacket and pressed against his skin, she was overwhelmed with his scent: forest, leather, and something deeper, something purely him that she wanted to immerse herself in forever.  

When the pain eased, whether from time, her powers, or his seeming-aura of heat, Clarice let herself slip back into sleep.   

She awoke on a stiff cot, covered with a blanket and with John’s leather jacket folded underneath her head.  Someone with small, soft, knowing hands was feeling the pulse on her wrist.  Clarice opened her eyes. 

“Hey sweetie,” Caitlin said with a gentle smile, tucking the blanket snug.  “You’ve had a hell of a couple days.”  Clarice’s brow furrowed as her gaze dropped to her hand.  The bands were gone from her fingers, leaving behind several pink scars in and around her knuckles.  

“How long was I gone?  My memory’s a little fuzzy,” she said hoarsely, twitching her thumb for a minuscule spark.  Caitlin sighed. 

“Well, you were in an administrative building, and you created a portal for everyone to escape, but Sentinel grabbed you before you made it out,” she said as she applied a salve to Clarice’s hands.  “That was two days ago.  Yesterday, John and Sage were able to track down one of the men who transported you, and ...” she put a bandage around her hand, “they found you. A few miles away in that cell.”

Clarice shivered at the memory. “Do you think I’ll be alright?” 

“They had you in a deep freeze, Clarice,” said Caitlin. “If you were human, I don’t know if we could have revived you.” Her gaze dropped to the meager sparks flicking from Clarice’s open hand.  “My theory is that your powers kicked in to prevent nerve damage while you were in shock.” 

Clarice knitted her brow. “How long will it take for them to heal?” 

Caitlin shrugged, giving her an apologetic smile.  “Mutant cell regeneration wasn’t on my NCLEX, but I wish it was.”  

Clarice’s gaze softened as she stared into space. “Hey,” Caitlin rubbed her hand, making Clarice look back at her. “rest is all you need right now.”  She stood up as Lorna came over to tap her shoulder. 

“I’ll stay with her, Doc.”  

Clarice let out a frustrated huff as Caitlin left.  Lorna sat down with a wince, hand resting on her visible baby bump.  “You're looking better,” she said, smiling.  “You were pretty blue when we pulled you out of that cell.” 

“Caitlin thinks I strained my powers,”  Clarice sighed. Lorna raised her eyebrows.  

“I’m glad I ruined those bastards’ vans.” 

“If I can’t portal,” Clarice grimaced and dropped her head, “I’m no use to the team.” 

“Hey,” Lorna leaned forward and touched her forearm. “You shush, alright? You’re one of us.” At Clarice’s slight smile, she continued, dropping her voice. 

“Besides,” John nearly strained his powers too, trying to find you.” 

“What?” Clarice raised her brows.  

Lorna nodded. 

“Oh, yeah. He was at it for ages, I think he gave himself a nosebleed.” 

She leaned in closer to the cot.  “And between you and me, he was downright terrifying when we found the SS guy who knew your location.”   

Clarice shook her head.  “He’d do that for any of us.” 

Lorna flashed her a knowing smile.  “He would, but not that recklessly.” 

She rubbed Clarice’s leg comfortingly, then sat up, stretching with a sigh.  “I’d love to stay longer, but you need your rest, and I have a craving to appease.”  

Clarice curled up under the blanket.  In truth, she was terrified of letting herself go, possibly falling into a nightmare and waking up back in that cell.  She pressed her thumb to her fingertips; there was still missing sensation.  She huffed, turning her face into the jacket and letting its scent  calm her nerves.  

Clarice opened her eyes a few hours later to see John sitting in the chair next to her.  His expression softened as their eyes made contact.  

“How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning closer.  

“Better,” she said, reaching for his hand as a couple sparks danced across her fingers.  He took it, smiling gently as he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. 

“I may never recover,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady, “and I’m sorry.”  He looked up from their joined hands, brow furrowed.

“Why are you apologizing?” 

Clarice bit her lip. “Because you need me in the field, and if I can’t port-“ 

“Clarice,” his voice cut her off as he looked at her with wide eyes. “I need you alive.” then he added in a whisper. “powers or not.”  

Lorna’s words came back to Clarice, and a question flew from her mouth before she could stop it.  

“Did you hurt yourself trying to tracking me?” 

John clenched his jaw.  

“Whatever they were using to transport you was… cloaking you somehow.”  He shook his head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.  “It…. yeah it messed me up, and all I could think about finding something leading me to you.” 

“John…” Clarice took a breath before asking, “Did you hurt anyone else trying to find me.” 

His face was stoic as he nodded.  

“Yeah,” he said, withholding details.  “And all you need to know is that I’d do it a hundred times again.”  

Clarice’s heart was racing.  “Lorna thought you were being reckless. For me.” 

 John’s expression turned raw as his voice dropped back to a raspy whisper.  “You were all I could think about, God I wasn’t using my head until Marcos gave me a plan.“ 

She squeezed his hand, deciding to take a leap. 

“Maybe you were using your heart, John.”  

He was stunned for a moment, and she decided to sit up.  

“You have such a big heart, it makes you a great leader,” she pressed her hands against his chest.  John stared at her for a few moments, then he cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers. 

Clarice felt warmth spread down her chest into her core, unable to hold back a gentle sigh.  More sparks shot from her fingers, making her chuckle as they slowly pulled apart. 

“I can’t promise you anything,” John said in a shaky breath, ”but Clarice, I love you,” he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I almost lost you before I said it.”  

Clarice hugged him back, toying his hair with her hand.  “Don’t worry about promises, John.” she whispered, ”all I want is you.”   

  “Want to stay in my room? Might be quieter than in here,” he said softly, letting his fingers trail down her arm.  She shivered slightly at his touch and nodded.  

The war had their days numbered.   But that night when she fell asleep again to the sound of his heartbeat, she let herself hope that they would both survive this, together.  

[quintessentiallygifted]

Prompt #23

“You make me Happy”

This was such fun.... and lead to many other ideas (um possible helipcopter crash/ stuck in jungle eclaris/thunderblink anyone?)

For the lovely @scriptedgem 😀 Lol another story I’m not sure what to call but enjoy!!! ☺️

It’s in moments like this. When the night is silent and they are shrouded in darkness, they exist. Just them. In this space there’s no room for the underground. No room for sentinel services, nor for the hellfire club.

The room is dark around them, but for the dim glow of moonlight that casts shadows across the bed. They lay beside each other, legs entwined with his arms holding her close. Clarices hand lays spread across his heart, the steady beat soothing.

The past month has been... hectic, to say the least. But they made it. Together. They were reestablishing the Underground. A new building, some new friends but with the familiarity of those who stayed on.

They are a team. Their habits forming like they had always existed. Each morning there’s a cup of coffee waiting for her and he always finds a snack nearby; an apple or whatever they have on hand at the time.

There’s still walls, still barriers to let down. Some days they take things slow, hesitant to risk breaking something so precious. Other days they charge through those walls, not willing to waste a moment in a world where they never know which moment may be their last.

Clarice let her hands roam, his warm skin smooth under her fingers. Every day the urge to touch him grows, whether it’s brushing her fingers against his when they are beside each other or running her fingers through his hair when the stress weighs on him. To know he’s alive and here. That she’s not alone, not anymore.

Her hands trace his chest, drifting down to feel the ridges of his abs before retracing her steps and moving up to stroke the harsh line of his jaw.

Looking up his eyes are closed as he leans into her touch. His face is peaceful, almost serene. It feels good to know that she’s done that. That she helps him.

Grinning she leans forward, her eyes drifting shut as she presses a soft kiss to his jaw, her lips partially brushing his before pulling back.

She feels his hand shift, gliding from her back, up her side to rest against her cheek. Leaning into his hand she looks up at his face to see his eyes open and watching her.

Caught in his gaze, his brown eyes are soft and his lips are tilted in a lazy smile.

There’s no where else she’d rather be than right here, beside him.

She feels her chest tightening as an unnamed emotion fills her. She feels her throat tighten and her stomach goes into freefall. This man who looks at her like she’s the most important thing, in a world full of hate. Like she means something.

It’s a feeling that’s grown steadily, since she first laid her eyes on him. It had been like a spark, an inexplicable pull towards the guy with the warm eyes in the midst of chaos. As she’s learned more about him, grown to know him, she admires what he stands for. How he cares about everyone. Even her.

It’s a feeling that makes everything seem brighter, like as long as he’s there she will be okay. No matter what.

The words hover on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows them down. Hesitant to breach that wall, unsure what ghosts may haunt them, she whispers into the silence another truth.

“You make me happy. Happier than I can ever remember being.”

She doesn’t look up, it’s only been a few weeks since their first kiss but so much has happened. Through every step of it she’s felt wanted, like she matters. With him she feels like she belongs. But It doesn’t make baring her heart any easier. Not when she’s trying to say something so important.

His hand tilts her face so he can see her eyes, and as their gaze connects Clarice feels that unnamed emotion, feels it as it tightens her chest and steals her breath.

“You make me happy too.” he grins before continuing “Even when you steal my favorite shirts.”

Smiling she asks “and your jackets?”

He chuckles softly before nodding “and my jackets.”

As he leans forward, Clarice meets him half-way wanting to show him everything she can’t yet say. It starts gentle, a slight brush of lips before the spark catches, enflaming them both. Her hands move to clutch at his back, holding him close as their lips dance.

When the need for air forces them to part, she buries her face against his neck. Pressing soft kisses to his neck as she fights for air.

As they both calm, they hold each other. Savor their night until they face the issues of reality in the morning.

[eveningspirit]

Okay, like, who do I bribe to get more Thunerblink fanfics?

I neeeedz!!!

[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.

[inconspicuously-me]

Not Losing You

Pairing: John Proudstar/Clarice Fong, Thunderblink

A/N: I saw a post by @quintessentiallyscorpion on the fear of Clarice creating portals/leaving and thought of this short fic :)

He heard before he saw the all too familiar purple and pink lights. His blood ran cold, fear gripping him like a vice. His instincts immediately took over, his legs already propelling him towards the bright lights.

She was standing outside, her portal glaring bright in front of her. Her magenta hair blowing around her like a halo. All she had to do was step through the portal. And just like that, John could lose her all over again.

No, no. Not again. I just got her back.

“Clarice!” He called out, running towards her as fast as he could.

The sound of John’s panicked voice disrupted her focus, causing her portal to quickly disappear between her hands. She whipped her head around to face him, worry etched across her features.

“What is it?” She asked breathlessly as she covered the distance between them.

Realization struck and John froze.

She wasn’t leaving.

He opened his mouth to answer her but didn’t know what to say. He felt stupid all of a sudden and he probably looked stupid too just standing there.

What should he say? That he was paranoid and thought she was teleporting herself out of the Underground? That the sight of her portal scared him because all he could think about was her slipping away again?

When John didn’t answer, Clarice looked at him questioningly, her beautiful green eyes studying his and he found himself holding his breath.

Maybe it was that strong, weird connection they seemed to share but she somehow understood and managed to piece together his reaction.

“I was just training,” she told him calmly, as if reassuring him.

“Right…” Swallowing the lump in his throat, John felt his face burning and desperately hoped that it wasn’t visible.

Clarice continued studying him, an amused expression appearing on her face but thankfully said nothing.

Needing to break the silence, “I’m heading out with Reed for a while, there’s a possible lead. I should be back in a couple of hours,” he hastily added. He mentally smacked himself. Did he think she would be concerned about where he went and when he’d return? He inwardly cringed and made a move to leave, not expecting her to reply but she surprised him.

“Hey, be careful,” Clarice said, her striking green eyes making contact with his. The genuine concern he saw in them made his heart soar.

It must have shown on his face because Clarice averted her gaze and muttered lamely, “The Underground needs you.”

“The Underground? Got it.” Fighting a smile, John reached out to gently squeeze her shoulder and added more seriously, “I will.”

As he turned around and made his way back inside, he couldn’t suppress the smile that crept up his face even if he tried.

[nyangibun]

In Time, My Love ; Thunderblink AU

Summary: An AU where mutants aren’t hunted and John, Lorna and Marcos own a training/rec centre for mutants. 

The second John walks into the Mutant Underground, he’s accosted by Leanne, their twenty-year-old overly perky secretary, and she’s rambling at a pace that should be her superpower, so he puts a hand to her shoulder and reminds her to slow down.

“Oh, sorry!” Leanne makes a gesture like she’s conking her head with an invisible hammer. “My mouth just runs and runs away from me. Mama says I was born without a filter.” She laughs loudly. “This one time, when I was sixteen, my teacher told me –”

“Leanne,” John says, voice firm and a little exasperated. This is a song and dance they do every morning. 

She smiles apologetically. “Right, umm... Marcos says you have to go meet him in Training Hall B as soon as you get in. Life or death or something.” 

John nods his thanks and makes his way through the building. It’s been nearly ten years since Marcos, Lorna and him began the Mutant Underground as a place for young mutants to train and learn to control their powers safely. Since then, it’s grown into a hive for mutants of all ages to congregate and offer their services to one another. They even have a new wing dedicated to counseling and therapy. That hadn’t been his idea though, nor Marcos or Lorna. It was hers.

As if summoned by just thinking of her, his phone beeps. A Twitter notification.

Clarice Fong‏・@bbblink・1m  if anyone sees my bf, can u pls punch him 4 me? what kind of savage finishes the milk and puts it back in the fridge! #timetogettinder

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・1m replying to @bbblink  wow. dump his ass #thunderwho

Rolling his eyes, John quickly types a reply. Marcos can wait. 

John Proudstar・@thunderbird・1m replying to @bbblink @magnetqueen  kind of rude, babe. you’re asking people to break their hands for you 😏 (lorna, does 15 years of friendship mean anything to you!) 

He met Clarice nearly five years ago to the day. He’d been out walking his dog when he found her surrounded by a gaggle of kids. She was beautiful, the kind that made you stop and stare for a little while, but that hadn’t been what drew him to her. He maintains to this day that the second he fell in love with her was when she shouted across the park, “Michael, I swear to god if you don’t stop that, I’m going to teleport you into the damn Grand Canyon and leave you there!” Thankfully, John hadn’t needed an opener to meet her. Zingo did all the work. 

Suppressing the smile that always came with thinking about his long-time girlfriend, John pushes the door open to Training Hall B to find Marcos standing in the centre of the hall, staring up at the ceiling with a perplexed expression. 

“Uh... buddy, you alright?” 

Marcos startles and turns around, his eyes glowing for a fraction of a second, before he lets out a deep breath. “Shit! You scared me.” 

“You asked me to come...” 

“Oh... yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Marcos looks panicked and that makes John feel a little nervous.

“What’s going on?” 

“I think I’m going to do it,” his friend says definitively, turning his gaze back up at the skylight. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going to do it.” 

John is still thoroughly confused. “Do what?” 

“It,” Marcos says, narrowing his eyes as he glances back to John. When he doesn’t respond, his friend sighs. “Ask Lorna to marry me!” 

“Oh!” John laughs in relief. “I thought you were going to leave the Mutant Underground or something. You looked so freaked out.” 

“I am freaking out!” Marcos snaps, still as frantic as before. “This is a big deal! Wouldn’t you be freaking out if you were about to ask Clarice to marry you?”

The very idea has John’s throat going dry. “Yeah, but... but that’s different. You and Lorna have a kid together! You’ve been together for forever.” 

Marcos rolls his eyes. “Still terrifying, man.” 

“Right, so why do you need me exactly?” 

“I’m going to ask her here,” Marcos says, gesturing to the hall. “Creating this place is kind of how it all began and so I need you to clear your classes after 3 today so I can set up.” 

John salutes. “You got it. Need any help?”

With a list of tasks to do, John backs away and leaves Marcos to ruminate alone in the hall. As he’s finding his way back to the administration wing, he takes out his phone again to find even more notifications.  

Clarice Fong・@bbblink・17m replying to @thunderbird @magnetqueen ur so smug, arent u? what if i do get tinder! i’m a hot ass catch and i bet i can find a man who replaces milk cartons! 

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・17m replying to @bbblink @thunderbird   i can help! (ily john but tinder sounds fun)

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・10m @bbblink does not bluff. she actually got tinder (but then deleted it 5 secs later) @thunderbird 

Clarice Fong・@bbblink・8m replying to @magnetqueen @thunderbird  i’m gonna shower in purell tonight. how do single ppl do this? #thankgod4johnproudstar #sorry #lornamademedoit 

John swipes out of the Twitter app to pull up her number. She answers on the first ring. 

“Don’t be jealous,” Clarice says without greeting. “Unless you get jealous over dudes named Chad, who thinks going to the ‘gym’ is an appropriate interest. I mean what the hell is that about? Also, what’s up with the fishing photos! Is this like some new single white man thing?” 

John laughs. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not single or white.” 

He hears her exhale down the line and his heart does that dumb little twist of pleasure every time he makes her laugh. 

“Well, if you were ever thinking about breaking up with me, now you can’t because I refuse to be single ever again,” Clarice says, and he can hear the smile in her voice. “You’re stuck with me, Thunderbird.” 

“What a shame,” he says, teasing back. “So no more tinder?” 

Clarice makes a gagging noise. “No. And remind me to stop listening to Lorna. Oh, by the way, have you seen Marcos? Lorna says she’s been trying to get in touch with him all morning.” 

“He’s busy right now,” John says. He hates lying to Clarice, but it’s not his secret to tell. “He says he’ll call her after he’s done.” 

“Okay, I’ll let her know.” There’s a second of silence before Clarice says, “he’s going to ask her to marry him, isn’t he?” 

“What? How did you know that!” 

“One, I’m smarter than both of you; two, Marcos has been extra squirrelly lately,” Clarice lists out. “And three, you’re a bad liar.” 

John laughs, bright and loud. “Shit, well... yeah, okay. But you can’t say anything to Lorna.” 

“Oh yeah, that’s totally what I was about to do... But it’s crazy, right? Lorna and Marcos getting married?” 

“They live together; they’re raising Aurora together. I think they’re already married, Clarice,” John points out. 

“I know, but it’s still... weird,” Clarice repeats. 

“Not everyone is as allergic to commitment as you are,” John says, smiling as he continues to walk through the corridor leading to his office. 

He hears her huff. “I’m not that bad. I’m living with you, aren’t I?” 

“It only took four and a half years,” he reminds her, clicking the door shut behind him and walking over to his desk. 

“And in another four years, we can talk about getting a dog,” Clarice says, cheery like she’s just made a very funny joke.

John rolls his eyes. “We already have a dog.”

She chuckles. “Yeah, yeah... okay, you’re distracting me. Go do work. I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget to buy milk! Love you, bye!”  

She hangs up before he gets a chance to say he loves her too, but his attention has already diverted to the object in his other hand, the lights above him refracting off of it in a spectacular display of rainbow hues. John isn’t exactly a romantic, but a year into his relationship with Clarice in an uncharacteristic moment of pure spontaneity, John went out and bought a diamond ring. It doesn’t matter to him when or how it happens, but he knew then just as he knows now that she’s it. Clarice Fong is the only person he’ll ever want to spend the rest of his life with and he’d be happy to wait another four and half years just to ask.

[stephcaroline]

Writing my first thunderblink fix, nopowers!AU with single parent!Clarice and teacher!John. Getting pretty excited and hopefully someone other than me likes it!