Lex: The abuse and manipulation I've suffered at my father's hands have led to permanent trust issues that I am working to overcome whilst struggling with the burden of my family's nefarious legacy.

Clark: damn I wish my dad would let me play football :/

Lex: Every woman I've ever loved has either died or betrayed me. I seek out the love I lost when my mother died in meaningless hookups and sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off dead.

Clark: my crush has a boyfriend that's not me :/

Lex: *gets shot multiple times and left on the street to die, has a hallucinatory dream where he is finally loved and accepted only to lose that love due to lack of power and resources, ultimately driving him to the conclusion that the only way to keep the people he cares about safe is to increase his already vast levels of money and power*

plot: as the wife of benedict bridgerton, you're always fixing his clothes and readjusting his collar and as your husband, he's always smoothing your dress down when you get out of the carriage... you don't realise but these traits get passed onto your children.

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"Remember," you said as you took Benedict's hand as he helped you out of the carriage, "it's Colin's birthday, not yours, so please... let him enjoy his day without you and Anthony winding him up."

Benedict smiled at you widely, "Me? Annoy Colin? Well, I never." You rolled your eyes. Your husband, being the wonderfully kind man he was, then proceeded to circle you, smoothing your dress down if it had hitched up or gotten a little crumpled. Once finished, he stood in front of you and you straightened his lapel and his collar.

This had been a ritual for the two of you since your courting days. It started when Benedict had came to you with a bunch of flowers when he was calling on you one morning and you brushed off some petals from his shoulder and then in that same morning, he had wiped the tiniest speck of jam from your dress. Since then, the two of you had a routine in place of helping the other sort themselves out.

"Beautiful," Benedict smiled before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles where your wedding ring sat, "Right," he straightened and clapped, "come along children!"

Synopsis: Ron has a boyfriend and let's just say he loves him very much <3

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I felt someone pull me toward him by the hips. I could recognize that scent among thousands - it was Ron's.

We'd been together since first year. I was Hermione's twin brother, and let's just say she got all the brains in the womb. At least I was handsome and low-key funny.

Anyway, I met Harry and Ron on the train to Hogwarts with my sister, and we've been friends ever since.

Well, Ron and I had been more than friends for most of that time.

My sister knew I liked men, and when she saw the way I looked at Ron, she practically pushed me toward him, happy to make me someone else's problem.

At first, I wasn't sure Ron felt the same way, but after a few months, he told me his flirting wasn't a joke and that he was serious about me.

We went on many dates before making it official, and by the end of the year, we were together.

Hermione never thought Ron could be so romantic, but he actually loved planning our dates. He also liked making me handmade gifts, all of which I kept.

Right now, we were at Ron's house, and after wrapping an arm around my waist, he slowly turned me toward him and kissed me.

"What earned me this kiss, Mr. Weasley?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I felt his thumb tracing circles against the side of my waist.

"I missed you, that's all. Can't I miss my boyfriend?" he said playfully.

"Mmh... You know it's only been two weeks..."

"So you didn't miss me? What a shame. And here I thought you loved me..." he said dramatically.

I laughed at his antics, leaning close to his ear before whispering, "I did miss you, babe, but I'd rather show it to you later than in front of your whole family."

After saying that, I pulled away, laughing at the way his ears turned red, and ran off before he could respond.

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