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sully-s · 3 months

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Space And Earth Chat

Bruce: Will you watch when the sun swallows the earth? Clark: Bruce, that's in five billion years Bruce: ... Clark: No Bruce: I would Clark: Morbid Bruce. Bruce: I understand why you wouldn't- Clark: I wouldn't becuase I won't let it happen. Bruce: It's physics Clark, you can't stop it. Clark: I can. Bruce: How? You're going to feed it more hydrogen? Clark: Sure, why not. I am a farmer's son.

#Batman #Superman #dc comics #bruce wayne #Clark Kent #DCAU #Bruce can only open up. super late on his back staring up lol. And yes he lays just like Alfred does in my other Late night chat pic #Because he's subconsciously has picked up Alfred's mannerisms #This was originally supposed to be boys on an unfinished skyscraper chit-chatting and then It somehow just got super abstract lol.#the starts of peice has been in my draft for the last 4 years ....#My art #Fanart

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makeupinthedrawer · 3 years

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3 a.m.

when your boyfriend is obsessed with watching guitar solos in the middle of the night but you can’t sleep without him

authors note: i’m super new here so i’m just gonna pick from these super fluffy prompts but if you do stumble upon this and like what u read, send in an ask and i’ll try my best

warnings: nothing i can think of, one suggestive comment but i feel like suggestive is a stretch lol

word count: 520

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“What’re you doing up, love?”

Niall’s head snaps up from his glowing computer, the white light emitting from it bathes his face, making his red rimmed eyes and deepening bags very noticeable even in the darkness of the living room.

“Sorry pet, didn’t mean to leave ya ‘lone, didn’t want to wake ya though,” he speaks lowly as to not disturb Conor who’s sleeping soundly in the other room, like the rest of the city is during the middle of the night.

You rub at your eyes and take a seat next to Niall (who’s already lifted his arm up, his heart soaring in his chest, acting against the tiredness weighing down on him as you take your self-proclaimed rightful place under it and besides him) “Whatca working on now? Couldn’t it wait til the morning?”

He rubs up and down your arm, bringing back the warmth your body lost once you deserted the comforters after you rolled over and didn’t practically burn yourself on the human heater that is your boyfriend. “Jus had this melody, or maybe it’s a riff stuck in my head all day, couldn’t get it outta m’mind. Just wanted to see how it was done, yknow?”

You look up and glare at his computer screen, the image of his all time hero, the one and only Bruce Springsteen staring back at you as he’s paused in the middle of what seems to be a complex guitar solo. You nod against his side and can’t help but let out a yawn. “You should come back to bed baby, the boss will still be there when the sun comes up.” And he lets out his sweet laughter that could probably cheer up even the grumpiest of morning people if they were to hear it at three a.m. as well.

“I know, I know, didn’t think I was going to be up this long, Jesus I’m knackered! It’s already tomorrow innit?”

You both start to decline onto the couch as he speaks, you smile against his chest, the familiarity of this being the position you two find yourselves in every night bringing the drowsiness back over you. “You know it is Ni… it’s so late... er, early?” He lets out a quiet chuckle that shakes your cheek that’s pressed against his heart. “Cmon, yknow I can barely speak until noon, don’t test me at the ass crack of dawn.”

This, again, causes Niall to breath out an airy laugh that this time earns you a kiss to the forehead. “Alright, alright, if it means anything though it’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” He whispers and you feel his heartbeat speed up momentarily and then relax as you cover the area with kisses.

“Yours too. So sexy when you’ve just woken up”

“Ay you think so?” He asks, lowering his voice and thickening his accent in a way that makes your eyes roll but tummy leap.

“Yes, yes… too bad I’ll never take Springsteen’s place in your heart, meanie” You retaliate sticking your tongue out at him.

“Well he is the boss, babe.”

this is also the first piece i’ve written so please be kind, my heart won’t be able to take anything else😭🥲 but pls i’m so open to constructive criticism, ur the reader, whatever you think could be improved/something small you caught, i’d love to hear it nicely :)!!

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