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Life in the City 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: A brief reprieve from the snakish prince.

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You nurse your glass of wine. You're not much of a drinker, you mostly brought it for Melanie. Despite her agitation, she seems to be enjoying it. She snuggles up to Clark as you sit awkwardly at the other end of the couch.

You really shouldn't be here. The longer you sit in silence and pretend to care about the movie, the more you think of leaving. You definitely crashed their party and they're not being very subtle.

You reach for a handful of popcorn to busy yourself. The crunch blocks out Melanie's shameless whispers. She doesn't get much back but she doesn't give up. You can't find an exit plan that isn't completely obvious.

Finally, she quiets down upon getting a grunt from Clark. She nestles against him and rests her head on his shoulder as he drapes an arm over her. You can't help the pang of loneliness. You're not jealous, it's just been a while since you had someone to snuggle aside from your stuffed hippo.

You sit back as you swallow down the last of the kernels with a swig of wine. You put the wine glass on the glass coaster Melanie kept reminding you of. As the evening sets in, the room is only lit with the glow of the television. The haze of colours and alcohol itches on your eyelids.

You yawn and plant your elbow on the armrest, leaning into it as you tilt your head. Your lashes close, only for a moment before you twitch. You feel a tickle on your hip. You lift your head slightly and peer down from the corner of your vision.

Is he... touching you? Maybe it's a mistake or he doesn't realise he's doing it. You freeze, mortified. You should clear your throat or move or something...

You can't. His fingertips brush down your thigh and back up it, lingering just along the curve of your ass. You reach for your wine and he rescinds his hand, curling his arm around Melanie as she gives a delighted moan.

What was that? You're overthinking this. He probably thought it was her. Somehow. You're not sure. He's a nice guy, a stranger still, he wouldn't just touch you.

You drain the last of your wine and stand up, "just gonna pop into the bathroom."

"Whatever," Melanie dismisses as she rubs Clark's chest. 

You don't look at him but you swear you can feel his gaze on you. You circle around the back of the couch and find your way to the bathroom. You close yourself in and shake the jitters from your nerves.

You're tired and you don't know if it even happened. You've been drinking and maybe just maybe you're a little tipsy. Well, at least the movie is almost done. You can try to catch the last bus or turn in for the night if Melanie lets you have the couch.

You get yourself together and go back out. As you near the couch, Melanie and Clark quickly part, their sloppy kiss ending in a pop. You try not to give away your discomfort and resume your seat, pressing yourself against the armrest as small as you can.

"I'm getting tired, sweetie," Melanie whines.

"The movie's not done," his voice is rocky and low.

"I've seen it," she pouts.

"Well, I haven't. If you want to lay down, I'll be in when it's over," he says coolly but not unkindly.

"You can finish it tomorrow," she simpers.

"Hon, you got a friend here," he reminds her, "don't be rude."

He looks at you and sends you a smile you barely glimpse as you shy away.

"I never even invited her," she hisses under her breath.

"Go to bed, Mel," he retorts, his timbre steady, "you've had too much wine."

"I haven't had enough," she snarls.

"Honey," he softens his tone, "remember what we talked about."

She's quiet as she stares at him. You can only see the back of her head. She sniffs and leans in to kiss his cheek, "sure, sweetie, I'll be in bed..." she stands, tickling his jawline, "waiting for you.”

You give a sheepish ‘good night’ but she doesn't answer, or even look your way. You dip your chin down, embarrassed by her indifference and turn your focus back to the television. Well, not much longer and you can hide in the dark and wait for morning.

Clark bends forward to take the bowl of popcorn off the table. He sits back and offers you some as he sidles a bit closer. You shake your hand and murmur, “no thanks.” All the salt and butter is already curdling in your tummy.

He shoves a few kernels in his mouth and chews as he watches the screen. You don't enjoy it as much now. Your nostalgia sears away as the tension rises between you and him. The kiss that should be a resolution is suddenly awkward and cringe worthy.

“So,” he swallows, “how long have you known Melanie?”

His voice is like thunder in the lull. You rub your arm, his shadow lurking at the edge of your eye line as you keep your head straight. You clear your throat, “for a while… since high school.”

“Oh, wow, she never mentioned you,” he says, “what's that like ten years or something.”

“About that,” you answer. 

“I mean, don't know why it wouldn't have come up. A friend who brings snacks? That's the best kind,” he puts the popcorn down and grabs one of the coloured napkins to wipe his fingertips.

“Um, I stayed… back in our hometown. Went to school in the next city but lived at home so… just moved here to see what it's really like,” you shrug.

“Oh, just got here? How are you liking it?”

“It's… blurry,” you chuckle nervously. Didn't he want to see the end? He's talking over the whole thing.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he stretches his arm across the back of the couch as he reclines. He sets his knees wide as his hand rests just behind your head. “I grew up on a farm. When I got here, I was so lost.”

“A farm?”

“Oh, yeah, big wake up call, but there's not much fodder for journalism in a field,” he snorts.

“Right, you're a journalist?”

“Sure am, with The Daily Planet. Little magazine you may have heard of.”

You blanch and nearly slap yourself, “Daily Planet? Clark… Kent?”

“Ha, so you've heard of me.”

“Yeah, uh, I…” you pause. He's older than you expected but you're not surprised. Melanie always had a type. “I wrote a review of your work in my undergrad.”

“You did?” He sounds amused as he leans a bit closer.

“Sure, well, we had to choose a contemporary writer…”

“I'm flattered. You did journalism?”

“Not exactly, it was just one class,” you wilt into the armrest.

“So what do you do?”

“Well, not what I studied,” you sigh, “I work a desk job. Data analysis.”

“Riveting stuff,” he kids and nudges you playfully when you don't laugh. “You know, Mel never mentioned she grew up in a small town. She always just seemed like she was from around here.”

“Uh, yeah, well, she hated the place so…” you scratch your chin as the hest crawls up your face. “How long have you and her, er, been dating?”

“Well, three months officially. Before were were just ‘having fun’,”he brings his hands up to curl his fingers in quotation, “that's what she called it anyway.”

“Oh, well uh, she seems to really like you,” you utter dumbly.

“Yeah, I think so,” his smirk is laced in his tone.

The room goes completely quiet and suddenly the drum track begins. You watch the credits roll as Clark faces the television. He laughs, “oops, guess I wasn't paying attention.”

He drags his arm from the back of the couch as he stands, his hand grazing your shoulder. He stretches and you notice the hem of his shirt lift, a peek of his muscled stomach above the elastic of his sweatpants. You quickly dart your eyes in the other direction. 

“I should… go check on her, but can I get you anything? Water? Help dilute the wine?” He offers.

“Er, well, no, I can get some myself. I’d hate to infringe–”

“Well, I wouldn’t ask if it was a problem,” he says.

“Really, it’s fine, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

He nods and glances towards the hall, “you know, it didn’t bother me having you here. I’m sorry about her.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I know she forgot. She’s done it to me too. Before we were… official,” he says the last word with punctuated syllables.

“Oh, I’m sorry–”

“See, it’s not that hard to apologise so, I’ll make sure she does,” he interjects, “and I’ll let you settle down. It’s late and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Coming all the way here after work. You really went out of your way and I had a great night. Thanks.”

“Er, yeah, sure,” you murmur, “thanks for… joining in.”

He reluctantly leaves you as you watch him with bated breath. You’re so frigging awkward. You wait until you hear the bedroom door shut before you get up, taking the wine glass with you.

You go to the kitchen and rinse out the glass, refilling it with fresh water. You bring it back to the living room and move a pillow against the armrest, pulling down the fluffy throw onto the cushions. You shut off the television and tuck yourself in, the blanket too short, even for you.

What a lame Friday night. You could’ve had more fun alone.

🌆

It takes a bit for you to even feel tired. Your body is achy and sore but your mind is racing. Finally, you manage to close your eyes for more than a few minutes. You roll over to face the back of the couch and nestle into the pillow. You yawn as you feel yourself drifting.

A high pitch leaks into your ears. You twitch and your lashes flutter. It’s just the pipes or a siren somewhere in the distance. The city sure is loud. You hear it again, something more akin to a squeak.

You shift onto your back as your stomach tingles. You cover your face with your arm and try to ignore the irritating sound but it just doesn’t stop. Your eyes snap open as you rip your arm off your head, realising what it is.

The soft low growls in return, the steady tap against the wall… it’s not the pipes or a siren. It’s Melanie. And Clark. They’re… 

You flip the pillow over your head and bend your arm around it, blocking out the noise. Just when you think you can’t get any lower. You’ve been there before. The third wheel, the wing woman. High school was just you standing against the wall as Melanie made out with boys at a party you weren’t even invited to.

Maybe things haven’t changed that much. Maybe it’s that you didn’t see what was right in front of you. The one friend you thought you had, forgets you just like everyone else. This whole thing was a mistake. Moving to the city just so you can be her tag-along.

You wallow in your self-pity and sink down into your unconscious. The world slips away from you as your dreams ripples with muddy colours. You feel as if you're floating, bobbing on soft waves, disoriented and dazed.

You wake to the clink of glass. You groan as your head aches, the cushions stiff and unforgiving. Your neck is knotted just above your shoulders. You rub your cheek and stay as you are, still under the pillow as you get your bearings. You remember where you are and cling to the dregs of sleep in your eye.

Cool air tinges your skin, your leg hooked over the blanket. You hug the crumpled throw as the night seeps icily though your pajamas. The thin short set speckled in the little red hearts offer little warmth. You reach back to pull the shorts to your thigh as it rides up and tilt onto your back.

As you do, you sense a shadow over you. You peek under the slits of your eyelids and see a figure standing just a few feet from the other end of the couch. Long breaths blow into the air. It’s too large to be Melanie. It’s him. Is he watching you?

You can’t move. You’re paralysed in horror. Why is he just standing there? Goosebumps raise on your skin. You feel a whisper against your hip where he touched you earlier. It just can’t be that. He’s too nice.

You don’t know what to do so you close your eyes and lay completely still. You measure your breath as you wait. There’s a soft thunk as he sets down a glass on the table by the armrest and walks up the side of the couch.

Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move…

He tugs on the throw and spreads it over you as best he can. His fingers drag up your arm and he lingers, stroking your cheek as you resist the urge to pull away. He lets out a low growl and lumbers away, swiping up his glass as he goes.

You let your eyes open and catch a glimpse of his silhouette. His back is bare and thickly corded. The moonlight limns his muscles just before he disappears into the hall. You shudder as you release the heavy breath from your chest.

The bedroom door snaps shut as you clutch the blanket tight. It starts again. Melanie’s moans, Clark’s grunts, and the knocking of the bed frame. Quicker than before, almost furious. You just want this night to end.

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Hello! Can I request a fake dating fic with Clark with coworker and best friend reader please :)

Pairing: Superman(Clark Kent) x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Oooooooooooo I ADORE the fake-dating trope! Meep! Also vote for the second part here.

"Your mother thinks what?!"

Several nosy reporters poked their heads up from where they had been working on their latest scoops. Only to be greeted with the sight of you dragging Clark by the sleeve of his shirt and into the empty conference room. To anyone new it would've been an unusual sight, seeing someone as tall as Clark Kent be dragged by someone at least a head or two shorter them him. But the workers at the Daily Planet were used to seeing the two of you together.

Once inside the conference room and assured that no one else would hear you or Clark, you turned you attention back to him

"Keep your voice down!" You huffed, before giving a small shrug. "And its not a big deal."

"A big deal?! Y/n, you lied to your mother." The corner of your mouth twitched and you were unable to meet the disappointed look in his blue eyes. "I didn't lie to her per se."

Clark rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Well you didn't correct her either."

Pouting slightly you threw him an accusing look. "Yeah well, its your fault isn't it? You shouldn't have gotten me such an expensive gift for my birthday! She just saw the necklace and when she asked who gave it to me I said you did, and then she just assumed we were going out and I.......I didn't correct her." Your voice trailed off, seeing that you weren't really going to win this argument.

At the mention of the necklace, your fingers had unconsciously lifted to run the tips of them along the piece of jewelry that you had taken to wearing since Clark gave it to you.

It was truly a gorgeous piece, and now counted as one of your most prized possessions. Not because it was probably expensive, but because Clark had been the one to give it to you. His gaze dropped to your throat as well, where the necklace lay just between your collarbone.

"And now she has invited us over this weekend to meet me?" Clark confirmed, finally meeting your eyes once more to which you gave a nod. "Well she wants to meet the new beau, her words not mine." You were quick to clarify, your eyes widening in horror at the word that had slipped you. "So you're suggesting we spend an entire evening together, and pretend that we're dating?"

You gave a little flinch. "Sounds cliché, I know." Clark only shook his head. "I should really stop you from watching those rom-coms you're always crying over." He grumbled under his breath. "Too many romantic ideas in your head makes for these kinds of situations."

You bristled. "Hey! I'll have you know I watch classical rom-coms, none of those new hallmark rom-coms that makes you wanna puke." You had a particular taste when it came to the movies you watched, although your best friend's taste was significantly different then yours.

Yes.

Best friends.

You and Clark were best friends who were now being roped into fake-dating. Why? Because you were too much of a coward to come out and tell the truth to your over-bearing hard to please mother.

This would either go really good or turn into a complete disaster.

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A few hours later you and Clark were both at his apartment, sharing the food you had ordered to bribe him further.

"Well I suppose we should start setting the rules and such? At least thats what they do in movies." You suggested, once the Kryptonian had managed to go through half the food. A well-fed Clark was a happy Clark, you had learned long ago.

"Remind me again why am I doing this for you?" He asked, digging into your takeout container to steal one your chicken pieces. You smacked his chopsticks away with your own, pulling the container out of his reach.

"Because I'm buying you dinner here, and also because you love me." You stated in such a off-handed manner as you stuffed your mouth with chicken that you didn't even notice how Clark stiffened at your side at your words.

Polishing off the food you began to speak. "They'll be coming in a couple days, so dress nice, and appropriately. Make sure to wear your coat. I know you have an internal heater given that you're freakin' E.T." You gestured to his overall physique, to which he rolled his eyes at you. "But us puny humans get cold a lot, so coat, hat, and gloves."

"I know, Y/n." He said in an exasperated tone, to which you grinned. You loved messing with him, acting all delicate and weak just to tease him about his strength and powers. It was all in good fun though.

"She already knows how we met, and will probably ask really nosy questions. Dad will just sit there quietly and let her do all the talking. Besides he already likes you so you don't have to win him over." Clark looked up from where he had been pouring himself a drink.

"He does?" You smiled at him. His blue eyes were so hopeful and the smile he wore was so adorable. Did it really matter to him that your parents liked him?

You shrugged. "Well yeah. I mean I did tell him how you helped me out with the stalker situation, without telling him that you were Superman, and he was really grateful. Said it was good that I had someone sensible looking out for me." You poked your tongue out at the triumphant look in his eyes. "I agree with your father, between the two of us one of us should be the sensible one."

Raising an eyebrow at him you leaned towards him, arms wrapped around your legs which you had pulled up on the couch. Your eyes narrowed. "Remind me which one of us flies around wearing a cape and goes around actually looking for trouble?"

Clark gave a smug smile, leaning back against the couch and resting the back of his head on his forearm. "At least I can handle trouble. If I didn't, I couldn't have handled you all these years now could I?"

You scoffed, though you were unable to fight off the smirk that pulled at your lips. "Oh please. You? Handle me? I'd like to see you try."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Do you honestly need one Kent?"

"I am a gentleman Y/L/N. Of course I do."

"Alright fine! If you pull off convincing my mother we're dating, I'll let you handle me however you want."

Translation: You would do whatever he asked you to do.

"And if I loose, I'll take you up to the Watch Tower again."

"Sounds good! I'm due for a gossip session with Wally and Diana."

He stuck out his hand. "May the best of us win." You grinned, grasping his hand within your own and giving it a firm shake. "Oh, I will."

Clark only smirked. When it came to betting and competitions, you both had rather competitive streaks. Sometimes he would win, and other times you were the victor. It was always fun to one-up the other.

And you had a feeling this little competition would take the cake.

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The day of the dinner arrived, and you spent the entire day pampering yourself. Just because it was a fake dinner date with your parents, with your fake boyfriend, it didn't mean you couldn't be looking nice.

Good think it was a Saturday. You were meeting your parents in the evening, and Clark would be picking you up. You had only just put the finishing touches on your makeup when the bell rang. Dashing to the door, quite the feat since you were wearing heels, you pulled it open.

The sight that greeted you had your mind short-circuiting.

Both of your office attires were semi-formal at best, and at home both of you wore the worst of your clothes. And though the image of Clark as Superman was impressive enough, nothing could beat the sight that your eyes feasted on right then.

You had told him to dress nicely, and clean up. And damn, did he clean up good. Under the winter coat he had on, he was wearing a black suit that was tailored to show off his muscular body perfectly. The shirt under the jacket was a deep red, which actually looked quite good with the black tie. You had a sudden urge to tug him forward by grabbing it, but you refrained yourself.

Little did you know, Clark was battling his own inner dilemma. Seeing you standing there in the dress you had chosen for the evening. Wearing the necklace he had gotten you. You were already beautiful on a daily basis, but right then you looked absolutely stunning.

Managing to come back to the present, you gave him a quick smile. "You clean up nice Kent. Just let me grab my coat and we'll get going." You pivoted on your heel to retrieve the garment, completely missing the way his blue eyes roamed the expanse of bare skin the dress left exposed.

Tonight would be a long night for him.

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"So far so good."

You heaved a sigh as you slumped into your chair, with Clark drawing gentle circles on the back of your hand. You mother had gone to the powder room while your father stepped out for a quick smoke, under the pretense of a phone call.

"I now understand where you get your perceptive nature from." He attempted to joke, recalling to all the questions your mother had thrown at the both of you over the course of the evening.

"Yes, but unlike my mother, I know when to stop." You muttered, taking yet another sip of your wine. You had topped off long ago, and were still going strong. You needed all the alcohol you could get when it came to dealing with your mother.

"Well we're just left with dessert." He pointed out as the waiter brought their choice of desserts and left. You didn't even wait for your parents to get back, starting to dig into the chocolate tart you had ordered. Clark shot you an amused glance to which you held out a spoonful of chocolatey goodness for him to taste. He obliged, never once breaking eye contact with you. And the absolutely sinful way his mouth wrapped around the spoon had an involuntary shudder course through your entire body.

The feeling had become rather frequent since the start of the evening.

When Clark had taken your hand to help you out of the cab.

When his hand had rested against the bare skin of your exposed back.

When he had settled beside you and offered you a reassuring smile.

When you had rested a comforting hand on his thigh when your mother's words had become a little too harsh and you had defended him.

When your foot had slid to touch his under the table and had stayed there for the rest of the evening.

When you had allowed your pinkies to touch when both your hands had rested next to one another on the table.

When your eyes had met and he had recounted the time he had first met you. You had never considered the moment from his point of view, and your heart had nearly melted at what he had described.

How he had thought you were one of the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. How he adored the way you were able to call him out on his bullshit. How he could just be himself when he was around you.

It was a pity all of this was pretend.

Or was it?

As he pulled away from the spoon, your eyes drifted to his lips where a small chocolate smudge had remained. You had no idea what compelled you to reach out and gently wipe away the thick chocolate.

Only to bring the digit to your lips and licking it clean.

You definitely weren't imagining the way Clark's eyes darkened, his light blue orbs suddenly taking on a stormy sheen that had you shivering deliciously.

This had to be an award-winning performance right?

Whatever trance the two of you were in was broken by the arrival of your mother, loudly complaining about something in the powder room that wasn't to her liking. You turned your attention back to her, with Clark a little surprised that your mother had been so oblivious to the moment you and him had been having just a moment ago.

Suddenly Clark sat up straight. You frowned at him as he quickly stood and muttering something about a phone call walked out of the restaurant, just as your father returned.

He returned moments later. "I apologize everyone, but Mr. White needs me to cover a story and I need to get going right now." He said, picking up his coat from the back of his chair as he did. From the urgency in his voice you quickly deduced that it was superhero business.

"Well now!' Your mother began indignantly to which you quickly cut her off. "The life of a reporter. Always on the clock." You said with a small laugh as you stood as well.

"Enjoy the rest of the evening everyone. And don't worry about the bill." Clark added with a charming smile. He was doing that on purpose, you knew.

He turned his attention to you and you smiled at him. "Well go do your job then and be careful." You straightened the collar of his coat. He nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Before you could say anything else he quickly leaned down, cupping the side of your face, to press a chaste kiss to your lips. It was a simple brush of the lips, and yet you felt it to the very tips of your toes.

It was over just as soon as it had begun.

"I'll see you later." He muttered as he pulled back before he was off.

You stood there for a few more seconds before slowly sliding into your seat once more.

"I suppose your taste in men has improved significantly Y/n." You heard your mother say. You glanced up at her, still a little lost from having Clark kiss you.

"He's a good one, honey." Your father said gently, giving your hand a small pat.

Just then the big screen television that had been playing some program in the background was interrupted with some breaking news. News that showed Superman and the Justice League fighting yet another threat to Earth.

And while the rest of the patrons and staff clamored to get closer to the screen your eyes never left Clark's face as the camera showed him as Superman, as he rescued civilians.

"He is." You softly spoke, more so to yourself then your parents, as you smiled at the next thought.

Seems he won your little bet this time around.

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[reikuns-realities]

It's Not Easy

A Smallville love story - Clark Kent x OC

Chapter 2 - Metamorphosis

Clark had practically begged Rose to let him walk her home that night. The thought of anything happening to her… The way they had just held each other so intimately, contrasted with the distance they kept between them as they walked. Both of them tried extra hard to keep their hands to themselves. Rose used hers to shield herself from the cold, wrapping her arms around her body, while Clark opted to keep his tucked in the pockets of his jeans. Once they had reached the porch, Rose climbed a few steps while Clark remained at ground level. Clark grinned at her. This was one of the few times Rose was at his eye level. He thought about making a remark about her height, but ultimately decided it was poor timing. 

“Thanks for the dance,” Clark stated. Rose shook her head in response.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Clark.”

“Sleep well, Rosalie.” Clark sent a soft smile her way.

Rose leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. This gesture was not common between the two. Clark’s heart skipped as her lips touched the skin of his cheek. Rose then stepped into her home, shutting the door softly.

Clark stared for what felt like minutes. Rose. Ever since that night she checked up on him, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. This girl. She was slowly conquering his waking thoughts. Lana was sweet and gentle, but Rose, she was something else entirely. Since then, he had noticed so many things that made Rose special. Things he hadn’t noticed before. The way her lips parted ever so slightly when she was focused. The way her eyes lit up when Chloe talked about her latest theories. Her giggle after telling one of her corny jokes. The way she would maintain eye contact with him during conversations, even when she had to strain her neck doing so. And she was like him. She had to hide her abilities just like he did. His mind began to wander as he thought about the vines that sprouted from Rose’s arm. He wondered if she would ever trust him enough to tell him herself. He hoped that one day she cou- His eyes darted to a tree on the far end of the Potter property. He could’ve sworn he heard rustling but it was silent. He squinted, trying to get a good look at the branches. He shook his head. Must’ve been the wind.

Rose tiptoed through her dark, quiet house. It seemed as though everyone had turned in for the night. She passed Lana’s room on her way to her own. She barely heard her soft snores as she walked by. Rose hadn’t realized just how long she had stayed at Clark’s. She turned to her room, and furrowed her eyebrows. Did Lana steal something from her room and forget to turn off the light? What a waste of energy. She opened the door and looked around the room. Maybe she could spot what it was she was missing. 

Her eyes fell on a small box on top of her bed. She looked around again, suddenly feeling a gaze on her. She stepped forward, setting a hand on the lid and lifting it. As if it couldn’t get any more bizarre, about 8 butterflies flew from the box. They danced around her room as Rose admired them. 

She stepped back a bit, watching them. She wondered how they could’ve gotten in her room. She also wondered what kind of sicko would box butterflies and leave them in a girl’s bedroom. She rushed to her window, opening it to let them out. She then gazed out of it, scanning her yard for any unusual objects, possibly a camera. Having failed at finding anything out of the ordinary, Rose closed her window and sighed. She shut her curtains. She would handle it in the morning. For now, all she wanted to do was let her mind wander to Clark.

The farmer’s market was always something Rose enjoyed. She begged Nell for weeks before to rent a stall. Rose did love being a flower girl. But to no avail. Nell felt it was too difficult to haul her flowers over when she had a perfectly nice shop downtown. Luckily, Martha Kent had asked their little group to help set up the Kent Farm’s stall that morning. So Rose got dressed in her favorite pair of working overalls, slipping her hair into a sensible ponytail. She was going to be a farmgirl today. 

Chloe picked up Rose and Pete in her gorgeous car. The Kents would’ve been thrilled to let Rose tag along with them, but they only had one pickup that barely sat three and Chloe didn’t mind the extra miles.

“So how was the dance, you two?” Rose wiggled her eyebrows, moving to the edge of her seat to clamp Pete’s shoulders. “Did you guys make out?”

“Of course not,” Chloe rolled her eyes, her classic smile on her face. “Petey and I just went as friends, you know that.”

“Yeah, friends,” Pete laughed softly, his cheeks a tiny bit rosy.

“And what happened to Clark last night, do you know?” Chloe asked, glancing at her through the rear view mirror. “Thought you were his date or something.”

“Let’s not talk about last night,” Rose laughed.

“He stood you up?” Chloe scowled. “I swear, if he did, he’ll be your height by the time I’m done with him.”

“He had a good reason, don’t blame him or anything,” Rose shook her head. “Plus he made up for it after.”

“I know what that means,” Pete smirked, turning in his seat to shoot Rose a knowing look.

“Not like that!” Rose laughed, pushing his face away from her.

“That just means I need to teach my buddy some moves,” said Pete, winking at Rose.

“In your dreams, Ross.”

The Kent Farm stall was quite large. Rose tightened her ponytail and rolled up her sleeves. She spotted the Kent truck, jogging over to it. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Kent!” Rose smiled, giving her a hug. 

“Good morning, Rosalie,” Martha gave her a firm squeeze. “Thanks for agreeing to help out. We just need to unload the truck.”

“You can count on us, Mrs. K,” Pete snapped, lifting a crate of carrots.

Rose lifted a large crate of apples, adjusting it in her arms as she walked. 

“Rose!” Clark jogged up to her. A light pink dusting his cheeks. “Here, let me get that for you.”

Clark swiftly swiped the crate from her hands before she could refuse, carrying it with ease.

“Clarkson, your mom asked me to take that,” Rose shook her head. “I’m supposed to be helping, remember?”

“You are helping, you’re my emotional support,” he bent down to plant a kiss on the top of her head. 

“I- Well- No-“ Rose stammered, blinking excessively, trying to process the gesture in her mind. 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered, Rosalie,” Clark chuckled, shifting the crate to one hand, lightly pushing her in front of him with the other.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Being cocky…” Rose muttered, folding her arms across her chest. She halted her movements and turned on her heel to face Clark.

“Do you really want me to?” Clark leaned in, halting about a foot away from her face. “‘Cause it seems like you like it.”

Rose’s face flushed beet red, she covered it with her hands in an attempt to hide. Clark laughed again, ruffling her hair before pushing forward to the stall. Rose shook her head as she watched Clark. Why did he make her like this? She sighed, scanning the farmer’s market. A beautiful wind chime hanging from a glass art stall caught her attention. She approached it, tapping lightly on the multicolored butterflies that hung from it. She admired how delicate they looked. They were gorgeous. Reminiscent of actual butterflies.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice chimed from directly behind her.

 Rose turned to see Greg Arkin. He was in a couple of her classes, but, like most kids in this town, he had practically grown up with Rose. Greg was known to be very reclusive. He was a very outgoing child, even used to be friends with Clark and Pete. However, as a teen he had been really closed off. He seldom left his house if he didn’t need to. He usually sported some thick glasses, long, greasy hair and his skin was going through a terrible breakout. At least it had been, the last time Rose had seen him. Which was only a couple days ago, Rose had thought. But now he looked different. Almost unrecognizable. He had a haircut, his face was clear. Maybe he had invested in contacts this time ‘round. He sported a leather jacket. Rose noticed that whenever a teenage boy wanted to seem cool, he’d sport a leather jacket and slick his hair back with lots of gel. 

“Greg! Wow, you look great!” Rose grinned, tilting her head a bit. “I could barely recognize you without the glasses. That’s normal, though. Glasses sort of frame the face in a way that distorts it somehow.”

“Did you know the average butterfly only lives for eight hours?” Greg reached to tap a butterfly that was right next to Rose’s head.

”No time for idle chitchat,” Rose smirked, eying him. “Their goal is to mate. Hell of a prerogative.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Greg matched her smirk, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Rose, I was wondering if you’d help me with my Lit paper?”

“Nathanael West assignment fucking you over?” Rose gave a little smile.

“Yeah, it’s kicking my ass.” He shared her grin.

This guy’s kinda cute, Rose thought, admiring his smile. “Sure, I’ll help ya, bud.”

“Great, how ‘bout my house, after school?” 

“I’d love to, but I’ve got a couple things I gotta do for the Torch,” Rose winced. “Library might be better for me.”

“It’s a date.”

“Hey, Rose,” Lana walked up to the flirting couple. “Nell’s lookin for ya. You didn’t talk to her about homecoming?”

“Fuck- I’ll catch ya later, Greggo.” She waved, before sprinting off.

Clark found himself staring at Rose yet again that morning. She broke through his walls and ran with his heart without even trying. He wondered why he ever wasted time longing for Lana. He marveled at how fast he was falling for his best friend. How could he have dismissed her so easily? It was as if he was finally seeing her for the first time. He wondered if she was feeling it too. Clark wasn’t oblivious, he knew the effect he had on Rose. He knew she loved him. But was he worthy of that? He wanted it. He wanted her. But could he keep her safe if he pursued her? Could he guarantee her a life she deserved?

He watched as Rose dipped under the butterfly wind chime, and behind a stall, presumably hiding from her mother. She had not noticed her not-so-secret admirer.

“She has a sort of glow to her today, doesn’t she?” Clark turned at the sound of the voice. There stood Nell Potter, watching her daughter as she hid from her.

“Believe me, Ms. Potter,” Clark started, his gaze returning to the oblivious Rose. “Your daughter has always had that glow.”

“I see you‘ve taken a liking to our little flower, Clark,” Nell grinned. “So history does repeat itself. How cheeky of the universe.”

“I’m having trouble following…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, dear,” Nell sighed. “Just an old woman recounting her past.”

Rose had managed to avoid her mother by going back to the Kent Farm stall. Avoiding her mother was easy when she was with the Kents. Nell didn’t like being around them. Something about events that transpired before Martha and Jonathan got together. Rose never bothered to pay much attention to the details, though she did want to hear the hot parent gossip. 

Rose spotted Clark taking a crate of apples back to the truck. She ran over and swiftly plucked it from his hands.

“Here, let me get that for you,” She echoed his words from before, grinning wide.

“You’re something else, Potter.” Clark smiled at her actions, admiring her little victory.

”You sound like that blonde kid in Harry Potter,” Rose replied, walking over to the Kent Family Truck, a little bit of a bounce in her step. 

“You have to stop saying that every time I refer to you by your last name,” Clark followed.

“I’ll never stop,” Rose smirked. “As long as it’s still my last name, that is.”

“Can’t knock your taste in women,” Rose turned her head at the sound of a calm voice. Her smile faded as she saw Lex Luthor. He plucked a bright red apple from Rose’s crate.

“Hey, rich bitch, you have to pay for that,” Rose spat.

“You wanna tell me what happened last night?” Lex asked Clark, ignoring Rose. 

“It was just a stupid prank,” Clark replied, taking the crate of apples from Rose and placing it in the truck. He then nudged Rose to shift to the other side of him, putting himself in between the pair.

“You were tied to stake in the middle of a field,” Lex stated. “Even the Romans saved that for special occasions. You could’ve died out there.”

“I appreciate your help, I just want to forget it ever happened.”

“Hey, Clark, Rose,” Jonathan walked over with more produce. “What is the holdup, kids?”

“Mr. Kent!” Lex extended a hand. “It’s good to see ya.”

“Lex.” Jonathan gave him a firm shake before looking at Clark. “Come on, we gotta finish up.”

“Okay, Dad,” Clark replied. Rose followed Jonathan.

“At least I got a handshake this time.”

“You were quiet back there,” Clark stated after catching up to her.

“I don’t really trust him,” Rose sighed. “He was there at Riley Fields last night.”

“He’s the one who untied me.” 

“He did?” Rose looked back briefly at Lex. She smiled at Clark. “I owe him, then.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” He matched her smile.

“What would I do without the constant presence of my giant friend?” Rose asked, reaching her hand up to pat his cheek a couple times before skipping forward. 

Clark grinned, watching her as she plucked another crate and spun on her feet, towards the truck. She winked at him as she passed him again. 

“Get a move on, son.” Jonathan clapped Clark’s back as he passed by, breaking him from his daze. Clark coughed an apology before getting back to work.

The busy lobby of the popular ‘Fordman Family Diner’ aided Rose’s thoughts as she typed away on her rather bulky laptop. 

“So the regular?” A dirty blonde with piercing blue eyes smiled at Rose. “For the both of you?”

”Yes-ya-yeah,” Rose’s writing partner stammered out. 

Dante Ripley. He was a sophomore in Smallville High. There were very few members of the Smallville Torch. Four. Really three. Clark was an official member of the paper, but typing out the lunch menu and the school calendar was hardly hard hitting journalism. Now Dante. Dante was an author, aspiring, of course. He dabbled in creative writing and he was good at it. His short stories and poems were featured on the last page of the Torch every week. Like clockwork, every Tuesday afternoon, the members of the school newspaper would share a couple of baskets of fries and finish up that week’s paper.

“And will the chatty one be joining us today?” The waitress asked.

“Yeah, she’s running a bit late,” Rose replied, a soft smile appeared. “How’s your brother by the way?”

“Oh, Whitney’s fine, he wasn’t too hurt from the accident. Just a couple scratches,” Valerie Fordman nodded before tapping on her notepad. “I better put these in.”

Dante’s eyes fixed on the waitress as she walked away. Rose slapped the back of his head.

“Ow!” Dante exclaimed, rubbing the area to ease the pain.

“Eyes front, soldier.” 

“Rose-“ Chloe marched up to their usual booth. “Hey, didn’t you have that study date with Greg Arkin?”

“Fuck. Yeah, I did,” Rose replied as Chloe slid into the booth with Dante. “I told him I had to do some last minute Torch writing, and he asked me if I was blowing him off for Clark.”

“Like Clark even comes to these,” Chloe laughed.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t blow anyone off for Clark?” Dante questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Touché,” Rose nodded in defeat.

“Well, you better go check on him,” Chloe suggested. “I mean, Greg seemed pretty heated about your behavior.”

“What’s he gonna do to Clark?” Rose tilted her head at Chloe, puzzled. “Plus, I need to finish this article about the football Coach tonight.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Chloe replied, earning a disapproving groan from Dante.

“Why are you encouraging her to slack off?”

“She isn’t a good writer anyway, and she’s a slow typer,” Chloe retorted. “Better her than us.”

“I’m right here, you know,” Rose rolled her eyes.

“Stick to pictures, sweetheart,” Dante replied, laughing.

“Fuck you guys,” Rose laughed, packing her things.

“I had a feeling you were gonna leave early to see Clark,” Valerie walked up once again to the booth. She held a carry-out bag and a couple milkshakes out to Rose. “So I had these prepared.”

“Damn, you really know your regulars,” Rose chuckled, taking them from her. She then motioned for Chloe to reach into her back pocket to take out her wallet. “How much do I owe ya?”

“$24.56”

Chloe pulled out $30 from Rose’s wallet, slipping it back into her pocket. 

“Thanks, Val,” Rose winked, stumbling with the food. “Keep that change.”

After a rather lengthy visit to the Luthor Mansion, Clark found himself with a small, lead chest. Inside contained Lana’s most prized possession. The small necklace contained a green crystal-like stone. Clark had noticed that when he was exposed to it, his abilities would be halted. He would suddenly and unexpectedly feel very weak. His body would stiffen and he would feel this unmatched, excruciating pain. Sometimes he would feel it in his stomach, other times he would feel it in his joints.

He gently opened the chest, staring at the necklace. This was so special to Lana. He knew that. She would always have it on. He couldn’t even remember a day before this one that she wasn’t wearing it. He wondered if this small necklace was the reason he couldn’t bring himself to make a move on her, both physically and metaphorically. He moved his hand closer to the chest, in an attempt to hold the necklace. The sharp pain washed over his hand. He could feel the effects running through his veins. He abruptly shut the chest. The pain ceased and his hand regained its motion. 

Clark stopped midway up his stairs to his loft. Was that Lana Lang? Clark slid the chest onto the floor of his loft, quietly draping a blanket over it. It was an effortless attempt at hiding it, but it got the job done.

“Lana…” Clark climbed the rest of the way up as Lana turned around.

“Your mom said I could wait up here. I hope you don’t mind,” Lana gestured to her surrounding area. “This is an amazing place.”

“My dad built it,” Clark smiled softly. “He calls it my ‘Fortress of Solitude.’” Lana chuckled.

“I didn’t know you’re into astronomy,” Lana pointed to the telescope.

“That’s a hobby,” Clark downplayed his interest. “I got that from my parents, but I’m pretty sure I saw Rose eying that catalog months before.”

“Did you know you could see my house from here?” Lana asked, looking into the telescope.

“No, really?” Clark lied, moving the telescope away from her house. “You know, we’ve lived a mile apart our whole lives and you’ve never come over.”

“And you’re wondering what I’m doing here now,” Lana nodded.

“Not that I don’t enjoy the company. But… yes, I was.”

“I found out what Whitney did to you,” Lana walked a few paces away. “The whole scarecrow thing.”

“Rose didn’t tell you?”

“Rose knew?”

“She did, she came to check on me that night.” 

Lana stood for a second in disbelief before shaking her head.

“I came to apologize.”

“It’s not your fault. Forget about it.”

“I can’t,” Lana’s gaze softened. “He had no right to do that to you, and you turn around and save his life.”

“I appreciate you coming over here,” Clark turned to look at her once more. “But you’re not the one who should be apologizing.”

“I didn’t come here to defend him,” Lana took a step closer to him, meeting his gaze. “I came here to see you.”

“Who told you?”

“Lex Luthor.” Lana replied. Clark sighed and pressed his lips together. “Dropped some bread crumbs and I followed the trail.”

Clark shook his head, avoiding her gaze.

“I’m glad he did, Clark,” Lana said softly. “He was just being a good friend. You’re lucky, it’s rare.”

“Ah, Lex is definitely one of a kind,” Clark nodded. “So what are you gonna do?”

“I’m not sure,” Lana looked away and out the window. “I thought I knew Whitney. Now I wonder what else I’ve been blind to in my life. He even lost my favorite necklace.”

“Can’t you get it replaced?”

“It sounds kind of weird but it’s made from a fragment of the meteor that killed my parents. Nell had it made. Gave it to me the day she officially adopted me,” Lana smiled. “Told me that. Life is about change. Sometimes it’s painful, sometimes it’s beautiful. But most of the time, it’s both.”

Rose’s blood boiled. She never got this possessive over anyone. She wasn’t the jealous type. Clark just brought that out of her. She knew she had no claim over Clark. She knew they were their own people and Lana and Clark had free will. But, god, did she wish they chose some other way to exercise that right. Rose watched as Lana and Clark chatted away about god knows what. Rose couldn’t hear a word they were saying, just muffled sounds. But she saw everything. And she hated it. 

“I better go,” She finally heard clearly. “I’m glad you’re okay, Clark.”

“Fuck,” Rose muttered as she heard footsteps. She set down the food and milkshakes and dove into the nearest stack of hay. 

Lana stopped for a second and looked around. Rose cursed at herself for not being more stealthy. Rose let out a sigh of relief as she heard Lana’s footsteps leaving the barn. She climbed out of the hay, dusting herself off.

“You having fun down there?” Rose looked up to see Clark smirking down at her from the railing of his loft. “If you’re looking for something to eat, I hate to break it to you. But hay is for horses.”

“For your information, barnyard boy,” Rose huffed as she picked up the food and walked up the stairs. “I’ve happened to bring sustenance. For humans.”

“Oh, and I’m glad you did,” Clark smiled once she had made her way to him. He grabbed the food from her and set it on his table. “I’m starving.”

“When are you not? You’re like a black hole in there,” Rose poked Clark’s stomach. She was shocked that it didn’t give one single centimeter. Rock hard would be an understatement. She cleared her throat, pulling her hand away. She had never seen him hit the gym or do any core training. He was that strong from farm work alone? 

Rose sat on her heels by the couch, unpacking the fries and placing straws in both milkshakes. She happily handed Clark the vanilla one. Clark took a seat behind her, on the couch. He gently picked out hay from her hair. 

“Did you come to stargaze?” Clark questioned, a content smile decorated his face. 

“Actually, I came to check on you,” Rose took out her bulky laptop and began typing away just as she did back in the diner. “I saw remnants of what was Whitney’s van. It seems I wasn’t the only one…”

“Lana,” Clark nodded, picking the last piece of hay from her hair. “I didn’t invite her, you know.”

“You didn’t invite me either, Clark,” Rose laughed, tapping his hand. “And you don’t need to defend yourself, I’m not accusing you of anything. I wouldn’t have anything to accuse anyway.”

“I meant, you’re always welcome,” Clark sank to the floor, settling down by her side. He reached over her for some fries. 

“That’s awfully sweet, Clark,” Rose chuckled lightly, not taking her eyes off her laptop. She lifted the milkshake to her mouth and sipped. “But you understand how that gesture isn’t exactly a special one.”

“You don’t understand,” Clark reached over and moved her face towards him. Meeting her gaze. “I meant I always want to see you.”

“Oh,” Rose felt her cheeks begin to heat up as she shifted her gaze from eye to eye. She swallowed before coughing and brushing away his hand. “Ditto.”

Clark smiled, chuckling as she shifted her gaze back to her laptop. Clark effortlessly peeked just over her shoulder to look at what she was writing. He scanned her article, taking in each word. She never was never one to brag about her writing. Rose always considered herself more of a photographer than a writer, but with the Torch greatly lacking on student participation, everyone had to pick up a couple extra articles. Clark always thought Rose was a talented writer. When he’d asked her why she had little interest in pursuing it, she’d always say “one of my photos could show you way more than what my words could convey.” Even so, Clark thoroughly enjoyed just about everything Rose said or wrote. Her words meant the world to him.

“Crap- It’s dark now,” her sweet voice rang in his ear as Rose took a long glance out his barn window. “I better get going.”

Clark walked her to the stairs, taking a quick look down to ground level. He shouted at his father, offering a hand as Rose said her goodbyes and left.

Rose had been chatting with Martha just on the front porch when she heard a very loud crashing sound. She and Martha rushed back into the barn. Martha rushed to Jon’s side, inspecting him for any injuries. Rose, she went to Clark, doing the same.

“I’ve never seen anyone move like that,” Jonathan stated, slightly out of breath.

“Did you get a look at his face?” Martha asked.

“He came right off the ceiling at me, it was almost as if he-“

“Wasn’t entirely human?” Clark answered, taking Rose’s hands in his to stop her rapid movements. “I saw his face, I think it was Greg Arkin.”

Rose blushed at the gesture, barely paying attention to the conversation. All she noticed was Clark’s hands on hers.

“That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” Martha exclaimed. “You and Pete used to hang out with him in grade school.”

“Why would he wanna hurt you?” Jonathan asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you still friends?” Martha asked, tilting her head a bit.

“I pass him in the halls, but people change.”

“I remember his mother used to keep him on a short leash, but I can’t believe he’d hurt a fly.”

“Maybe that’s because he’s too busy collecting them and every other bug he could get his hands on…”

“Clark, kids don’t just leap off the ceiling and attack people.”

“How do you explain that?” Clark let go of Rose’s hands to shine a light on the ceiling. There he revealed slimy green footprints. Rose’s gaze followed the light, now painfully aware of the situation at hand.

“Greg?” She looked between the Kents. “Oh, no…” 

“What? Rose,” Clark looked at her. “What do you know?”

“I kind of canceled on him today…” Rose brushed her hand through her hair. “He got upset and asked if I was blowing him off for… Well… You.” 

“Well, what did you say?” Martha asked, a bit accusatory.

“I said of course not,” Rose explained. “I canceled because something came up at the Torch, nothing more.”

“Son,” Jonathan looked at his son, gesturing to Rose. “I think you should walk the young lady home. We will talk more about this when you get back.”

Clark nodded, gently placing a hand on her back as he guided her out. 

Rose didn’t really like horses. Nell had been an equestrian in her adolescence so she tried to encourage her girls to follow suit as best she could. Lana loved riding. She was good at it. Rose, on the other hand, developed a talent for tumbling to the ground. No, no, she very much hated those spiteful things. 

“Whyyyyyyy,” Rose groaned as she followed Lana with arms full of hay. “Why must I help you with this?”

“Because we’re in a fight and Nell wants us to bond,” Lana replied, taking a bundle of hay and placing it in one of the stables.

“Horses hold grudges, you know?” Rose shuddered. “I’m sure Moonlight is just waiting for the perfect time to get back at me for accidentally clipping a couple of her tail hairs when I slipped while grooming her.”

“Moonlight is a sweet mare, she doesn’t hold grudges,” Lana replied, gesturing at Moonlight’s stable.

Rose’s eyes met Moonlight’s.

“She wants to take over the world.” 

Lana shook her head as she placed a bundle of hay in Moonlight’s stall. 

“Lana!” Whitney jogged into the Stables. “Your aunt said you were out here.

Rose backed a couple paces from the couple. “Should I go?”

“No, stay,” Lana replied before turning her attention back to Whitney. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” Whitney started. “That’s not why I’m here, though.”

Rose’s gaze went elsewhere, trying desperately not to look either of them in the eye. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating.

“Lana, when I saw you and Clark outside your house that night, I freaked out,” Whitney explained. “And I wasn’t the only one, Rose did too.”

“Don’t group me with you, I didn’t string up a man.”

“What did you think we were doing?” Lana asked, frowning.

“I guess I got scared,” Whitney sighed. “And did something stupid. I would do anything to take that back.”

“Rose.”

The trio looked in the direction of the voice. Greg stood at the entrance, his eyes fixed on Rose. 

“Rose, you need to come with me. Now.”

“No, thanks, Greg,” Rose tried to give her sweetest smile. “I’m helping my friends here.”

“You heard her,” Whitney stood between them. “I think you should leave.”

“She’s mine now.”

“Get away from her,” Whitney marched towards him.

With ease, Greg grabbed Whitney and launched him to the side. Greg then started towards Rose, who had now pulled Lana to stay behind her. She couldn’t believe her eyes, someone else who was exposed to meteor rocks? Rose extended her hand in front of her and raised it. Vines grew from the ground, swiping at his feet at a weak attempt to stop his advances. Rose was never good at using her abilities for defense.

“It’s time, Rose,” Greg said as he marched forward, trampling over her vines.

“Time for what!?” She shouted back, backing up with Lana.

“For us,” Greg pulled her towards him with record strength and pushed Lana to the side. Lana’s body slammed on one of the stable doors.

“Rose!” The sound of Clark’s voice caused the couple to stir awake.

Clark spotted Lana on the ground and quickly helped her up. Whitney walked out from the stall he was thrown into.

“Greg has her,” Whitney said, a bit out of breath.

“What happened?” Clark asked, looking at the both of them.

“I’m not sure,” Lana replied. “He tossed Whitney aside like it was nothing. Rose tried her best to fight back but he grabbed her and tossed me as well.”

“I’ve never seen somebody that strong before,” Whitney stated.

“Which way did he go?”

“He headed off into the woods.” Lana said.

“I think I know where he’s going,” Clark started off on foot.

“Great, I’ll drive,” Whitney offered, following with Lana.

“You know the old Creekside Foundry?”

“The one that got hit with the meteor shower?”

“Follow the dirt track about a hundred yards back, there’s a tree fort in the woods,” Clark explained as Lana and Whitney got in the car.

“How do you know he’s there?”

“Greg used to collect bugs there when we were kids.”

“Look, Kent, I want to apologize,” Whitney started, he and Lana turned back to look at Clark, but he was gone.

The next thing Rose saw was Whitney. He had taken his car key to cut through the web that encapsulated her. She inhaled deeply as she woke from her induced slumber. She sat up, as Lana quickly wrapped her arms around her.

“What the fuck!?” Rose exclaimed, shuddering. She covered her mouth and gagged, patting Lana’s back. “I hate bugs. I may throw up.”

Lana quickly stepped back from her and helped her up.

“Alright, just don’t barf on me.”

“No promises… Wait, where’s Greg?” Whitney opened the treehouse door for them to climb through.

“I’m not sure, but we need to get you to safety,” Lana explained.

“Okay, take me to Clark,” Rose ordered as her feet met the ground. 

“We don’t know where he is.”

“Well, maybe he’s-“ Rose’s voice was cut off as she was pulled into a firm hug. Her head bounced off a very strong chest. It spun a bit but having realized who’s chest it was, she couldn’t really care. She wrapped her arms around him.

“Found him,” Whitney stated. 

Rose walked up the small staircase. This time with a bag of chips, a blanket, and a couple of pillows. Clark turned to her and grinned.

“Rosalie, what are you doing here?”

“Well…” Rose put on a smile. “A side effect from being kidnapped by a bug man is a couple small little nightmares.”

“I see,” Clark frowned a bit as she stepped closer, adjusting the things in her hands.

“And I owed you a stargazing session,” she lifted the items. “I thought two birds, one stone? I’d feel a lot better with you around.” 

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Clark smiled, he walked towards her, taking her things in one arm and grabbing her hand. He guided her to his favorite spot in the field, laying her blanket on the grass.

He managed to grab his stereo, setting it at a low volume as the two lay in comfortable silence. Rose noted the song, this genre of music really suited Clark, she thought. Sweet and familiar. Wherever You Will Go by The Calling. She mentally noted it. She stared at Clark as he stared at the sky with a contented smile on his face.

If I could make you mine, I’ll go wherever you will go…

Hey Y'all I'm telling you rn I am definitely not the scheduled posting type and I have three different fanfics going on and I write when inspiration strikes. So if you're following my stories I salute you. Thanks so much lovelies <3

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Cider

The universe seemed to be plotting against you today. Phone didn’t charge overnight after a storm killed the power through the night, so you missed your alarm and woke up to your neighbor pounding on the door after your jerk of a boss tipped an intern $20 who called everyone in your building on their intercoms nonstop until they got you up. The power shut off so the dryer didn’t finish drying your clothes so now you’re in a slightly itchy pantsuit in bright fuchsia of all colors gifted to you as part of a bridal party a few years back. All on the first day of fall when you usually break out your still damp spooky themed but professional work dresses. Nearly late for the train the handle of your bag was just hanging on by threads and you stabbed your finger stitching it back into place with your emergency sewing kit.

You hoped to at least enjoy a cider on the way into work but here you crouched taking a five minute sob break in an alley when some jerk power walking with his briefcase whacked you in the ribs and you dropped everything including your favorite drink and had to gasp for air like a suffocating fish for a few moments. Sure a stranger helped you up but you were certain they also stole your favorite pen out of your pocket but left the ratty pocket journal you’d been trying to lose for weeks now but kept finding its way back to you.

Blind totally in your own misery to notice the slip of another thief aiming to take your bag not so snuggly pressed underneath your knees. As well as the bottle cap tossed from a fire escape above that hit the thief in the head snapping his eyes wide as saucers when he saw Batman and Superman both standing there allowing the miserable stranger a moment to resettle themselves. On his heel the thief turned to sprint away and the pair continued to sit quietly, Superman using his X-ray vision to peer through your bag and the cup now tossed into an open trash can along the wall to see what you had ordered.

Up onto your feet you rose after collecting yourself. Hastily out of your bag a foldable compact was used to check your face and hasty eye shadow and liner job for the top eyelid that was the only hint of spooky spirit done while on the train. Then shut to be put away so you could now try not to break both ankles sprinting across three blocks of gridlock traffic and surely some hoods of parked cars to get to work unreasonably late.

Superman named your place of business off your ID badge, and after he’d checked on social media off the notifications on your phone inside of your bag he found a trend of friends from afar hoping for an update on your first day of your favorite season. Batman was hasty to go and hide himself to change inside the Batmobile he parked stealthily and strolled as Bruce Wayne into your work place to demand to see your boss right away.

Superman however with a check of his own found the best shop for the task all the way in Japan, bought a dress, some detergent. And in the blink of an eye inside a sink nearby was able to scrub the dress and then soar off towards the sun for a three second dry circle of the powering red star that gave him just enough energy to blast himself back down to Earth. To be just a sliver impatient to have the cider he had placed inside of a thermos cup the coffee shop you had just come from, with a black cat in a poofy pumpkin hat on it they washed for the task, so that when he flew off to your workplace it would still be hot. Right inside a window free side office Bruce was now bribing a worker to guide you into when you arrived he left the drink and dress then turned to soar off. Mere seconds passed and a lone peach rose was carefully cradled to be settled beside the gifts and a note that there was another surprise upstairs for you that he signed from a secret admirer.

“I’ve been told to show you to office H, that one.” A man from the front desk said just about as in shock who paid him to do so as about what you were wearing so out of pattern. You tried to step to the side and he pointed to the office making you huff, “Please, just go in there.”

“If I’m being fired I want to be fired at my desk!” You tried to argue and he shook his head.

“No firing, not from Mr Glump, someone else wanted you in there. Can’t say who, don’t ask me, just, they paid me 30 bucks to get you to go in there.”

“If there’s anything like a bucket of blood or a pie in my face in there I am going to be in the noon news, just know that! And I’m saying you’re my accomplice!”

He chuckled and said, “Nothing like that, just careful of the hinge and the ac, door’s been doing a weird wobble and there was this huge gust of cold air a bit ago. You really don’t need a rats nest on top of that outfit.” He said with a supportive tone seeing how frustrated you were.

“My power shut off last night and my spooky stuff didn’t dry.” You huffed and turned to storm like a toddler into the supposedly gusty wonky door having office.

No harder than normal the door eased open and closed after you entered and was about to turn in a circle unamused only to drop your bag covering your mouth to not squeak in shock at a dress you had been searching for patterns online to try and make yourself from the brand you adored but couldn’t afford and an adorable thermos you dropped your hands and hurried over to without realizing it. Just a whiff of the drink inside and freshly laundered dress drew tears to your eyes that obscured the note that wished you a great start to your spooky season and shared there was another surprise upstairs. You didn’t have to have any suggestion to get out of this outfit and the guy from the desk when he had come to check on you ducked inside to help you change real quick and ball up the pantsuit to dispose of himself at the sight of you in full seasonal splendor.

Arms loaded up with the gifts and rose tucked safely into the top of your bag upstairs you went, now a bit more confident and curiously excited thanks to a sip of the drink some admirer had left for you that you honestly would die happy even if it was poisoned inside the elevator. The doors did open though and even from across the floor you could see Bruce Wayne talking to your boss, both who turned to watch you cross the floor.

“Miss Pluto, don’t you look festive.” Bruce said pleasantly and said, “I think I’ve earned the right to give the good news, I need a great mind like you at my company. Been searching for ages to head a new branch that has been floundering without a strong backbone to the team.”

“But, I don’t have the experience,” you parroted back the same excuse in a broken whisper that you had heard from five companies before this one took you three levels lower than your degrees should have granted you access to.

“Well you’re about to get some. Surely over qualified for record auditing and number crunching other people’s design ideas for budgeting outlines.” He answered confidently, “My car’s downstairs you start five times your salary here. Even brought you a box,” off the desk to his side he lifted a box you managed to take hold of as well to blankly carry to your waiting desk to fill up your belongings between numerous glances their way. His grin lingered the entire time, even when he walked you back to the elevator. Inside which you got to see the reflection of the dumbstruck look on your face. “Should let you know the job is a fair distance from your place you live at now so Wayne Corps will rent you a place close by and will pay the move costs for helping me out of this bind.”

“Is this hell?” You asked now looking up at him and turning his head now with a dumbstruck look of his own. “I got hit by a bus or something and now I’m doomed to live the day I never got to finish but there’s some big trick of a trap at the end, right?”

That had him laugh and extend a hand that had been resting in the bar behind him to pat you on the shoulder. “You are most certainly not dead, can’t say this place must resemble hell by my guess. But no, no trick, no trap. My assistant actually went to school with you, Rebecca Rope.”

“Oh yay, she keyed my scooter thinking selling a muffin to her professor of a boy toy meant I tried to bed him after I beat her for top thirty of the class.”

He nodded, “Find a new assistant, adding that to the list.”

“What?” You asked and he nodded his head to the side when the doors opened again.

“Keeps hassling me about my pocket squares and my ties, been meaning to have a talk with her. I can move her to Buckley’s floor, he could use a wardrobe overhaul and is just enough of a slug she’ll have to focus on her job. Can’t tell you how many meetings I keep missing since I hired her.” The end of the sentence accented with a smile your way.

“Did they fire you?!” The front desk guy practically shouted across the lobby and Bruce looked at you.

“Friend of yours?” Bruce asked and you gave a questioning nod and shrug combination. Then looked to the guy asking, “Want a new job?”

“Hell yes!” The guy said taking off his name tag to hurry across the lobby to accept the card Bruce offered him.

“Email your resume to that address and take the day off. Have you the details by two and you start tomorrow.” Out of the building Bruce guided you to his waiting sports car where he accepted your box to put inside the trunk on his way around the car he’d opened the door for you to climb into and closed when you’d gotten in. Not a minute later after a few grins for the people who snapped a few pictures on their phone of him he got in himself and turned over the engine to drive you across town sharing all the information of the new job. All the while he had a grin on his face seeing you cradle and gently spin the rose his friend gave you between your fingertips now your thermos was settled into one of the cup holders between sips you timed to not scald yourself on the still hot drink.

“Did you..?” You asked when he parked inside the parking garage he drove you to joined to his company. The timid tone had his smile widen and he shook his head.

“No. Someone far warm hearted and kinder than me sent that. And if I can spoil something a bit,” he said at your timid nod. Leaning in an inch to help you undo the seatbelt you’d had trouble putting on as so many of his pretend dates did since buying this extravagant took to play to his playboy reputation for the press, “I would say there are a few more surprises to come from that warm hearted admirer of yours.”

“So,” awkwardly you eased your arm out of the belt continuing to ask your main focus and not why he’d undone your belt for you, “Do they work here?”

“Nope,” he answered with his grin still in place.

“But you know who it is?”

“Yes.” And he nodded his head to the door behind you, “Let’s go meet your new team.” Climbing out himself for you to follow and head to the trunk when you’d carefully shut your door to ask him, “So, you know who it is, and they don’t work here, did they put you up,”

“Nope.” He cut you off closing the trunk in a settle of your box against his side. “And you won’t get their name out of me. Noticed you were way overqualified where as the head of this department is not very qualified at all. It’s just your lucky day.” Around you he walked and you let out a squeaking puff of air.

“Oh it most certainly is not.” You said widening his smile as you followed after him and most of your things and you tucked your rose back safely into your bag.

“If you say so.” He replied when he got to the elevator to press the button there to call it to that floor. All day it seemed to be like something out of a dream. Two hours meeting the team and then the next three looking at virtual showings of listings nearby then four physical trips until you decided on the place Wayne Corps booked movers to help you pack and move this weekend so you could start next Monday. With a half week’s pay already printed in a check Bruce signed without so much as a flinch at the staggering amount after nearly blowing you over by saying he was paying the place outright for two years in your name so you wouldn’t have to worry about rent after swapping jobs so swiftly.

Back atop your bed you stared at the bank app on your phone warning to log you out for inaction only to drop the phone entirely and painfully at the corner onto the top of your foot due to the intercom buzz triggered flinch your body gave at the startling sound. Once again you double checked the app and shut off the display of the phone you fumbled off the ground into your hand again to carry with you on your hobbled path to the door to see who it was.

“Who is it?”

“Flower delivery.”

“Flowers?” You asked yourself and buzzed them up to soon be at your one seater table of a waist high bookshelf staring at the flower arrangement that hah another note in the same hand writing inviting you to dinner and a sleepover the next night.

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Nervous beyond words you entered a place you knew like the back of your hand. Only to go the one place you were restricted, the private dining floor the rich and exclusive had booked for well into the reach of eternity and beyond every time you tried to just get a quote of what a night inside the best museum in town, and in your mind the world.

The whale shark shaped sleeping bag you rarely had the chance to use had been handed over same as your bag of necessities when you’d passed through those elusive doors. People you justifiably shouldn’t recognize, the rest of the Justice League, minus Bruce, all out of their armor, filled the rest of the tables in pretend couples or groups to ensure your date had the best shot with privacy amongst his closest friends. The one person alone, spectacle, cotton shorts, cow slipper and flannel clad sizeable but slightly hunched wall of a man gave you a timid grin with peach rose in hand to signal he was your date.

“Hello, thank you for showing and saving me from spending the night alone with this bunch.” He said sweetly widening your grin as you reached out to accept the rose from his extended hand.

“Same hat,” you felt yourself saying aloud and not just in your head at the matching baggy flannel you had on to go over some comfy sweatpants you tugged up to your knees. The strict no heels or fancy dress dress code rule to the night granted you a slightly frightening chance to show off your pj’s and Marvin the Martian head slippers to a complete stranger inside a room of strangers. “I, mean, I’m not exactly the person people picture when saving people comes to mind.”

Widely he smiled at you only making your heart beat faster than it already was and offered a hand, “Same here. Clark Kent.” Into his hands yours rested without pause and he felt your pulse jolt even faster.

“Clark Kent?!” You questioned loudly stirring a few subtle glances your way to see how this blind date might turn depending on how you knew their friend they’d be down to burst out of here if need be to spare him an awful night. “Writer of the piece on when Lex Luthor tried to buy off the train companies and set off that near catastrophic day trains started raining from the sky, Clark Kent?!”

Instantly he was blushing and stammered out of his widening smile, “I, yes..”

“I have all your stories in a notebook in my bag! How you haven’t won any awards over that Lane lady is beyond me! You write circles around her! I mean what does a guy have to do to get some recognition around this town, slap on a primary colored suit of armor and stop an atomic spaceship aimed at the planet?!” Awkwardly he chuckled in the ease of your hand out of his loosening grip so he could fidget with his glasses and sleeves only making his friends fight harder to not smile dumbly at this twist of the evening. “I wrote so many letters because of that last award, if they don’t name you for the Jupiter award in two months I will be on the news striped shirt, fake mustache and all stealing that statue and engraving your name onto the side of their damn building over Lane’s.”

“I’ll do my best to forget you said that to help your alibi.”

“Oh they’re not catching me, I know some people and places to send it to they won’t ever find it.” Green Lantern took a big swig of his drink to cover the cough he gave to conceal his chortle at what you said while a few others took their own measures of tries to distract themselves to keep from reacting loudly to spoil things.

Feeling hotter than the sun his face was still slightly red as Clark cleared his own throat to joke, “Well, all of this, off the record, very touching. Have to say it’s the nicest thing I’ve heard all week. Thank you, I just, thank you.”

“Well you are very much welcome Mr Kent, don’t know how I managed to get a second of your attention, but at least I get to put a face to a name if you change your mind come sunrise.”

Again he chuckled at your ease up into the empty seat meant for you, “Oh I’d just bribe Bruce to have Superman turn the Earth the other way to keep the sun from coming up. Heaven knows Bruce has him on speed dial having been kidnapped so often.”

For how cocky that must have sounded in his head mid internal panic it was too much to say the quick giggle you tried to clear your throat to stop before you turned into a giggling mess had his worries ease. Then even more when you joked back, “I’m sure the man in the cape is not going to jump at Bruce Wayne snapping his fingers or smirking his way.”

“No,” Clark chuckled out, “But, for letting me have an incredible night with you, he just might be tempted to break a few rules and let Bruce be the hero.”

“Bruce Wayne couldn’t help himself out of a paper bag, not sure how he’s some big corporate genius at all for how often he plays damsel, no wonder some of his departments are in shambles.” Clark chuckled again. And let the shift to the evening ahead at the final headcount for the tables had the doors locked take the conversation with it as the men in charge named the first snack course. That would lead into a quick tour of a special area of the museum heavily detailed beyond the usual tours that would be followed by the start of a five course five star meal. The entire time he could feel his skin tingle with excitement for every elated comment from your smaller but just as museum enthusiastic self that he almost wasn’t able to get to sleep in his shark shaped sleeping bag so he could wake up for the following breakfast and next leg of the tour ending in a trip to the gift shop.

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“You free this weekend?” You started to ask but cut him off when his mouth opened, saying as it dawned upon you again. “No. I’m moving this weekend, um…”

That had him chuckle and he said, “How about dinner, Tuesday, somewhere reasonable and not an overnight date so you can get back to your own bed afterwards?” Adding on as a joke afterwards, “Eventually I’ll earn my way up to a brunch.”

“Dinner sounds like fun, but careful Mr Kent. You might slip up and find yourself sharing a breakfast with me one day.” Awkwardly again he chuckled and watched you turn to head to the bus that was aimed at the bus stop on the corner.

“I don’t have your number.”

“Oh I’m certain you could flag down Superman and have him shake it loose from Bruce Wayne since you all seem to be in cahoots.” Again he chuckled, not just at the joke but you muttering under your breath in question of what you’d said, “Cahoots?”

“I just might do that.” He called out catching your grin his way in the turn to head back to your seat once you’d climbed into the bus.

The group behind him waited for the bus to pull away and Aquaman inched over to subtly ask in a low tone, “You really don’t have her number?”

“Bruce said he’d send me a copy, wanted to get it from her myself.” Making the fellow hero beside him chuckle in amusement of Clark’s lingering grin.

“Then you just might want to hurry and go find your cape,” Hawkman teased. “Letting her walk away like that.”

“Oh I’m working on a plan,” Clark hummed in a turn to head for his parked car in the garage nearby.

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Come the day you moved in though an odd set of winds for the couple hours after the moving crew left and you tried to settle everything ended to a knock on your balcony door. Instantly every inch of you tried to leap into panic mode. And still the first to die in a horror film side of you still turned and about melted to jelly at the layer of shark plushies across the blanket weighed down by pumpkin themed candles out underneath the stars.

“What?” You squeaked to yourself in a move closer to let yourself out onto the balcony and find the business card there. Out from underneath one of the pumpkins you curiously lifted what looked to be Bruce Wayne’s business card that you turned over in hand and giggled to yourself seeing Clark Kent’s name and phone number.

As many as you could carry you lifted the plushies to get them safe inside only to see in paint across the blanket. ‘Just in case you need a wingman for Jupiter Awards night, I’ll bring my own mustache’ all around a fake mustache taped there that had you start to giggle, on the other side of which was a number labeled for emergencies.

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More than a bit tipsy and fumbling for your phone inside a far too small to be troublesome clutch purse hooked on a strap to your elbow you teetered to the edge of the dock where a yacht had been parked. A sight that had Bruce still aboard in the middle of a flock of models bring out his phone to whisper a message to his capes friend in a dove second call nobody could link to anyone but the name ‘Butler4’.

Wind once again kicked up behind you urging your body to dumbly turn and glide your heels right off the end of the dock. No source of the wind was seen by your now wide eyed self that within seconds was swept up safe and secure in the arms of Superman who kept his newly named girlfriend, who he couldn’t attend an evening event on the water with as he had to help Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel with some ladies setting man eating unicorns loose in California, flush against his chest to make you feel safe and to not panic.

Safely he landed on the balcony and helped you to bring out your keys to have him let you both in to get you safe on top of your bed. Silently and gently he helped your bubbly giggling self to take off your heels and into a warm sweater over your silk dress Bruce helped you pick to really drive home for Clark in pictures what he’d missed at the first event you’d tried to invite him to for work, of which Bruce said there’d be many.

Snuggly he tried to tuck you under the covers only to pause when you lifted both hands, fingers in rings like lenses on glasses. Even when he wished he could stammer some excuse, though lost for words he simply felt his eyes clamp shut when his body melted into the kiss you rose up to plant onto his lips. Just a few moments but enough to stop the world for years the kiss lasted, abruptly leaving him yet again in silence to the gentle stroke of your hand along his cheek to a content hum of a parting. Just a blink after sleep became the obvious goal as you’d body tucked to the side to nestle into bed under the covers he adoringly adjusted around you to make sure you kept warm.

“I’ll leave some water and an aspirin by your bed,” he finally was able to whisper at the final touch he added to your bedside table on his way to creep out, locking the balcony door behind himself only to realize halfway on the flight home he’d taken your keys with him.

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“Mmm,” you grumbled and peeked out of your covers to reach for the waiting pill and water there beside your bed.

Stirring from sleep the sound of someone in your kitchen had your stiffening self spoken to lovingly, “Flapjacks and some eggs coming up. Bruce called me about your dock time, said you needed a ride.” Onto the table he’d helped you pick out a few weeks ago Clark set the food and came around the counter out of the kitchen to head to your room smiling as he had you in his sights again even with pillow indents on your face and hair half a frizzy poofed up mess.

“Bruce called you, back from Kansas, hmm.” His smile grew the closer he came to help you out of bed, but flinched when your hand rose to lift his glasses off his nose and up over his forehead. “Now I want you to be honest with me, Clarky shark, is my boss blackmailing you with this information?”

Smirking at the insinuation and adorable nickname you’d given him reminding him of your first date he hummed back playfully, “Much as I’d love to say no, I am curious what you might plan if I said yes.”

“Well, for one thing, we’re gonna need those fake mustaches again.” you hummed back in a lean in to close the distance and plant your lips onto his for a welcomed good morning.

When it ended he tenderly stroked your cheek, “Come eat breakfast.”

Shaking your head made his brow rise then fall after you said, “I told you you’d slip up and end up at breakfast with me.”

Lowly he chuckled and leaned in to steal another sweet kiss, “Yes you did, and come eat before it gets cold.”

“Well I have Superman’s number, I could just call him to turn the Earth the other way and make it warm again,” you teased and he gave you a playful growl brushing the blankets up to scoop you up into his chest again to carry you to the table. Smiling wider each step to the glide of hands around the back of his neck and lips peppering kisses to his cheek, knowing deep inside his heart he’d turn the world back a million times for countless more years with you in his arms and stolen breakfasts together.

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Always The Second Choice Chapter 2: Last Resort

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As soon as the doctors gave her the all clear the next morning, Lily went home to her apartment. She knew Perry would yell at her, so she just logged on to work without letting anyone know. She takes her time reviewing the layout of the newspaper articles.

Lily is starting to nod off with her laptop on the verge of falling when a knock at her door startles her. “Coming,” she calls out to whoever is at the door.

“Delivery.”

“Be right there,” she stands slowly, careful not to open the wound on her side. When she opens the door, the man before her is just as surprised to see her as she is to see him.

“Mr. Luthor? What are you doing here?” Lily asks and carefully tightens the robe around her.

The man before brings his arms from behind and gives her a folder. “Your hospital bill is paid for. Why didn’t you tell me you were being discharged?”

“Because I don’t usually talk to strangers about what’s going on in my personal life… And I’ll pay you back for the hospital bill. I never asked for you to pay it.”

His only response is to smirk and stare at her until she relents and accepts. Lily catches on to his game and crosses her arm and raises her brow at him. “Two can play this game.”

He leans forward and kisses her cheek. “Well I’m glad you’re home and that your injuries were not severe… If you ever need anything, my number is in the folder. It’s also saved in your phone,” he says before he turns and walks away.

She stares in disbelief at his retreating figure. She has no response for him. Huffing in annoyance, Lily steps back inside her apartment and checks her phone.

Sure enough, Lex Luthor was saved on her contacts list. She opens the contact and shoots him a text. 

Lily: Alexander Joseph Luthor! Sir please don’t feel the need to pay any additional medical bills for me. I can pay them off on my own. Even if it takes me a while.

Lex: First off, call me Lex. Not Alex or Alexander. But Lex. 

Lex: Secondly, I made a donation to the hospital and that’s how the donation was used. I don’t pay stranger’s bills.

Lily: I mean this with all respect but I don’t know you. I…

Lily: I know how it is with rich people. They pay off your debt and then treat you like they own you.

Instead of a text reply, Lily’s phone starts ringing. “Is that truly how you think of me?”

“I’ve seen the news articles. I’ve seen parts of the police reports. You, Lex, have given people plenty of reasons to not trust you.” 

Lex remains quiet for a moment. “Ah. I know. You’re more into the silent hero type. Into the Clark’s of the world… Well doll, let me be honest with you: he’s not worth your time. He won’t know how to treat a woman like you. In due time, you’ll tell me I was right.”

Lily hangs up on Luthor. Grumbling and mumbling under her breath, she finishes work and goes to bed. 

When she wakes up, Lily knew she had to try her last resort and decided to outright ask Clark out on a date. While nobody could see it, she wore her sexiest lingerie for a boost of confidence. 

Just after lunch, she walked up to Clark and asked him out for the next night. 

“Oh… Uh,” Clark looks at her a bit bewildered but then nods. “I… Yeah. I’ll go on a date with you.” From behind Lily, Jimmy gives Clark two thumbs up. 

Lily smiles widely. “Okay! Cool. We can meet up at the cafe downstairs and then head to a restaurant or movie or the museum…”

“It’s a date,” Clark says.

Once Lily leaves, Jimmy goes to ask Clark about what the plan is. Jimmy knew Clark just needed to get out there again to start moving on from Lois. Who else would be better for Clark than Lily? They had the same likes and interests. Both were highly intelligent. 

“I just… I don’t think I’m ready for anything.”

“She didn’t propose marriage, Clark. It’s just a date. Maybe she just wants to spend some one on one time with you and see if there’s anything there… Or maybe she just wants to feel needed and wanted.”

“I gave her my word. I’ll go.”

Jimmy just nods but thinking better of it he knows the plan he had would work. He returns to his desk and finishes nominating Lily for the charity date auction.

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As she changes, Lily feels the excitement and nerves hitting her at full force at the same time. She slips on her coat and heads to the agreed upon coffeeshop. She orders her latte with lavender syrup.

Waiting for Clark, she takes out her tablet and opens the latest ebook she was reading. Lily drowns out the noise and loses herself in the book. The story of unrequited love and duels and dragons was too good to stop reading.

When she comes back to reality, she realizes that it had already been two hours and Clark never showed up. She checked her phone and there was no missed call or unread text messages explaining his delay.

She can feel the heat of people staring as she walks out alone, after being stood up. Instead of heading home, she heads to the hotel down the street and heads to the bar. 

Once inside, the televisions were all playing the news of Superman saving a plane from crashing. The news reporter, who is live, asks for a statement from one of the plane passengers. That’s when the camera pans over to Lois. Lois throws her arms around Superman and he flies off with her.

Immediately, Lily asks for a shot of tequila and she downs it as soon as it’s placed in front of her. She orders another and then another. 

Lily feels her shoulders drool and her body relax as the liquor takes over. She asks the bartender for two glasses of water. “Actually can I also get two Long Island iced teas?”

The bartender places the requested drinks in front of her, along with a few bottles of water. Lily sits at the bar nursing the drinks. 

She starts humming to herself “I want her long blond hair… want her magic touch… Yeah, 'cause maybe then… You'd want me just as much.” 

“A bottle of your finest whiskey please and two glasses,” a voice says next to Lily.

“You have a habit of following me… Are you a stalker?” Lily slurs teasingly at Lex. 

He chuckles and takes in her outfit, letting his eyes linger on the exposed skin of her leg. “I don’t have to stalk you in my apartment building. You’re the one that came here to the bar.” 

“Hmmm. I had a date… But I’m not… I’m not as beautiful as HER… I’m giving up on Clark. I’ll never measure up to perfect Lois,” Lily says under the influence of the tequila. 

Lex has the bartender take away the secon, untouched drink. “Close out her tab and add her total to mine.” He then has Lily drink two of the bottles of water. “Come on. We’re getting you up to a room to rest. You’ll be hungover soon if you stay down here drinking.”

Lex helps her down from the barstool and wraps an arm around her waist as he helps her up to his apartment. 

“You smell expensive,” Lily mumbles as she has her head against his chest. “Comfy,” she says as she nuzzles into him. 

He clears his throat as they’re not alone in the elevator. “Babe. I know it’s our honeymoon but don’t get too comfortable on my chest.”

Lily looks up at him and smiles and then gasps. “We’re married?”

Lex nods. “Mhmm. You just drank too much in celebration,” he says for the benefit of the other passengers in the elevator. He also knew his conversation would make front pages of The Daily Planet. 

Once they make it to his floor, he picks her up bridal style to carry her to his apartment. Lily nuzzles in closer to him for warmth. Lex unlocks the door and walks her to the master bedroom and gently lays her on his bed.

Lily struggles for a bit but she manages to fall asleep. The scent and warmth of the comforter keep her asleep. When she woke up the next morning, she found a sleek three-piece suit with a note for her.

Lily went to the bathroom and decided to shower to freshen up. She changes into the suit and heads to work. Before leaving she left a note to Lex thanking him for his time and care.

Upon arriving at the office, Lily finds a breakfast sandwich and a coffee on her desk. Sitting on her chair was Clark, holding a second bag with a pastry. “I’m sorry about last night… I… I have no excuse.”

She wants to yell that she deserves an explanation. That a call would have been nice. Hell. Even an outright rejection would have hurt less. Instead, she just says in a whisper “I know she’s back. I saw you two last night. I’m glad her plane landed safely.”

With those words, Lily tells Clark she knows that he’s Superman.

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since I probably won’t be writing today and tomorrow (ugh, head is stuffy), here’s another preview of a fic I’m working on

Nadia Amapola never thought she would leave Gotham, but getting accepted into Metropolis University’s School of Medicine was too good of an opportunity to pass up. For the first time in her life, Nadia was moving away from her hometown, her sister, and everyone she holds dear. But change is good…right?

You can take the girl out of Gotham, but you can’t take the Gotham out of the girl. When Nadia stops a robbery during her morning commute, she comes face to face with a soft-spoken country boy turned big city reporter. Clark Kent couldn’t be anymore different from the Gothamite, but they strike up a friendship based on bagels and cheap coffee and conversations ranging from the proper way to eat a pizza to the new hero in town, Superman.

When Lex Luthor offers Nadia a summer fellowship working in his labs to help develop new technology for hospitals, she jumps at the chance to prove herself. But what happens when Clark tells her not to take the chance? Will secrets come to light in time or will they both be to late to save the other?

#clark kent fanfiction #clark kent x oc #nadia amapola #nadia and lily #mine #nadia fic

[cardierreh15]

The Lady in Black

🖤☺️ eek

***i do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Dub-Con , Cursing , Smut , Cheating , Use of Restraints , Tentacles??? , Choking , Violence , Blood & Gore , Oral (Male Receiving) Pain Play , Doggy Style , Facial Shot , Licking/Swallowing of Bodily Fluids (Blood & Semen)

Pairings: Kal-El x Black!Female Venom 🖤

Description: When the subject of time and space has been disrupted once more, Superman and Lady Venom, have their first interesting meeting.

Word Count: 4.2K

Song: Demons by Doja Cat , One of Your Girls by Troye Sivan 🖤

Side Note: I wanna thank @milknhonies , Tokio and my amazing husband for beta reading and helping me basically bring this idea to life 🖤 I truly adore you guys.

Clark studied the area that was garnished with the limbs of unfortunate victims. He came to the quick conclusion that no human could’ve done something like this. He folded his large arms across his chest as he gently descended to the dewey grass. His face curled up in a grimace as he pondered on his next move. He felt terrible that he wasn’t able to make it here to save them, but sometimes these things happen.

Brushing that guilt aside, he carefully examined the area once more. Being mindful with each step, he wouldn’t know how to explain to the chief of police why the ankles and wrists of these folks were flattened.

With the scent of iron and blood filling his senses, he was about ready to go. He wasn’t usually the type to have a weak stomach but with the lack of sleep he was receiving work and being Superman, anything would alter one’s brain chemistry.

Suddenly, a silver light twinkled into view. He’d approached it and lifted the blood stained metal out of the dirt. Running his thumb over the medallion to clear the face clean of blood and dirt, he read the words etched in it.

‘Life Foundation.’ It was unfamiliar to him so he flipped it over to read the contents on the back. ‘Stewart L. Mendoza. 0741670…’ Then he flipped it back over to study the etching once more.

His thick brows tugged into one as he tried to piece together some things but he just drew a blank. So, he just dropped the medallion and walked over to empty space where he’d landed. But before he could take off, he heard a burp.

Snapping his head over his shoulder, he waited patiently for the perpetrator to reveal themselves. But then, a twig snapped.

‘Show yourself!’ Clark exclaimed as he blinked once, activating his x-ray vision. But he failed to detect anything.

‘KAL-EL.’

A voice rang through the air, a feminine tone but was masked with something inhuman and unnatural.

Clark turned around swiftly to see the white eyes of a creature standing on a branch. The rest of her body was hidden within the shadows of the setting sun.

‘What have you done with these people?’

‘They attacked me, I fought back… some of them are finding a home within my digestive system and the rest of them are amongst you.’ She said before she let out a gleeful snicker.

The glare of disgust and disapproval was written all over his masculine features. ‘Come down here so we can talk about what happened further.’

‘Hmm.’ The creature purred as she carefully stepped forward into the golden sunset. She was covered in slick blackness from the top of her head to her toes. She had big white intimidating eyes, and a monstrous smile with more than enough teeth to make a statement and a slinky yet alluring tongue.

She was nothing like Clark had ever seen before and he had seen the most oddities of things. He allowed his eyes to study her once more.

She had a curvy frame; large breasts that would even spill over within his grasp. Her hips were delectable and wide that matched her thick, doughy thighs. They looked soft to the touch, but he wouldn’t be surprised if they were padded with muscles by how toned her legs were.

‘Oh I don’t think so…See, I heard you Kryptonians could be a little… entitled.’ She let out a litter of teasing giggles as she plopped down on the strong branch and began to look at her sharp claws.

‘What do you know of my people?!’ Kal hissed, his heat vision blinding his own view.

‘Oh please, put those away before you hurt yourself!’ She fell back, hanging herself upside down on the branch, ‘I was only teasing.’

Kal’s eyes slowly faded back to their regular cobalt blue before he let out a gentle sigh. ‘Could you tell me what happened?’

The woman looked over at him with a blank stare, ‘Why? You’re gonna hurt me?’

‘Unless you give me a reason to.’

She sneered, ‘Hurt me. Tehehe, you’re cute.’ She mewed out seductively. ‘But I’m afraid I ain’t too much like the other bad men you play around with.’

Heat in his cheeks bloomed before traveling to his neck where he grew a little warmer than before. The way she spoke to him, she had so much sas! Usually, Kal knew what to do in situations like this but it was obvious he’d never dealt with someone— something like this.

‘Alright.’ He swallowed his spit and placed one hand on his hip, ‘Can you tell me where you’re from? And who were these guys? What is Life Foundation?’

‘Ugh!’ The being had finally swung herself off of the tree and landed on her toes as if she were a cat. ‘You’re nosey too? Sheesh.’ She folded her arms, popping her hip out as she admired him from where he stood. He was such a fine specimen. Good enough to eat… good enough to fuck.

The Kryptonian grew impatient with her antics, ‘Answer me or I’ll just have to force it out of you!’ His voice darkened.

‘Awwww you promise?’ She clasped her claws together in a begging manner while a big dreadful grin curled up on her face.

Playtime was over and his patience had run out, ‘This is my final warning!’

‘Oh boy. Someone’s a lil ang-wy! Careful now Kryptonian, I don’t take nicely to threats.’

‘Perhaps it’s not a threat.’

She rolled her eyes, ‘OK enough!’ Hissing before she ran towards him, faster than the speed of light and head butted him so hard, he flew through the trees. ‘Sheesh, you’re cute but you just talk too damn much!’ She snarled, her long tongue grazing over her pretty white canine teeth.

Kal had crashed into a large oak tree, ‘UGH!’ He exclaimed before he’d collapsed to his knees and then to his hands. ‘Aah!’

She’d already made it to him, hiding high up in a tree like a Leopard ready to pounce on her prey.

‘When will you learn that there are things bigger than you, Kal-El? … Stronger than you?’

Her words echoed loudly in the woods. So damn haunting but he was so blinded by rage, they sounded muffled over the piercing ringing in his ears.

Without warning, Kal’s head snapped up and he released his heat vision, burning and cutting through all the branches and trees before him.

Returning to normal, his eyes began to scan the area for her before his anger got to him, ‘WHERE ARE YOU?!’

She’d slowly began to scale down the tree, quiet as a hungry lioness. This was as intense as a nature documentary. The very fine line between what made predators the top of the food chain, and what made prey so dangerous when trying to fight for their life. She knew who she was dealing with, and if she planned this wrong, he could snap her in half all the same.

Hell, it may teach her some manners.

Once she planted her feet on the ground, she kicked Kal on the back of his knee causing him to drop to the ground once again.

‘Ugh!’ He exclaimed, ‘I’m trying to take it easy on you.’ He whimpered, he looked up at her as she stood before him in all her villainy glory.

‘Are you?’ She grabbed his jaw in her claws and lifted him up off of his knees and slammed him against the tree. Long thick tentacles began to arise from her backside and began to slowly journey up his intricate body. She could feel him this way too. Every tentacle had it’s very own series of nerve endings. She could feel his muscles tense and cringe with each touch.

‘Mmph!’ He grunted out, turning his head away as her tongue began to explore the side of his cheek. Her touch, stranger and more foreign than anything he’s fought, made his skin crawl.

‘Oh what’s the matter baby?’ She cooed out, giving him a big toothy grin as her extra limbs wrapped around his thighs and arms, ‘Afraid of a little BDSM?’ She cackled as a final tentacle wrapped around his neck.

Kal did his best trying to tear away from these extra limbs but the inhuman strength they had on him had him questioning his own.

‘Who…are… you?!’ He gritted through his teeth.

‘I’m the best you’ve ever had!’ She said softly as her dainty claws draped from his jaw to his abdomen where she pressed her claw into his flesh.

Kal erupted a loud grunt as his head fell back against the tree. Tears brimmed his eyes for a second at the sudden pain of being stabbed. He hadn’t felt anything like that since… well you know.

‘The best villain. The best teacher… the best— lover.’ She moaned softly before her tongue thrashed once more on the side of his face, tasting his salty sweat.

She slowly pulled her finger out of his abdomen and placed his blood on her tongue. The taste of iron and sweetness danced on her tongue. It had awakened something more salacious inside of her.

‘Mm, and you taste good…let’s see.’ she purred out as she placed her hands on his hips and slowly began to descend to her knees. Her tongue licked at his wound once more, causing Kal to whimper at the tender pain.

‘What are you doing?’ He breathed out as his head hung forward.

‘I hear… you have a woman.. Kal-El.’

Kal jerked as hard as he could against the tentacles but they held him nice and tight, ‘You don’t know anything about me!’

She smirked, looking up at him as she slowly rose to her feet, ‘Oh but I do, my sweet— sweet boy. More than you can imagine.’ A claw scraped down his cheek, cutting his flesh once more as he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth together.

Another taste.

‘I know that… humans… aren’t built to satisfy you. Not like you want to be. I know that you’re also having trouble receiving pleasure because you can’t explore and fulfill your full… potential… ain’t that right, Clark Kent?’

Kal’s head popped up to look at her in her eyes. ‘How do you know that name?’ He gritted through his teeth.

‘I told you sweet pea… I know everything… just like I know—‘ she reached down between them and palmed the semi-hard on that was in his bottoms. He felt massive in her palm.

Kal shut his eyes in defeat as his head fell forward once again.

‘Oh, you don’t have to be ashamed sweetie… it’s natural.’ She cooed as she clawed at the hips of his suit. ‘Just allow me to help you finally conquer your wildest dreams.’ She allowed her tongue to explore him one more time. And this time he didn’t fight, he let out a low sigh as she gently tugged his bottoms down below his hips.

With his member standing at full attention, he was everything she thought he’d be. Veiny and girthy with the length of a well hung porn star and big heavy balls to match.

He was literally perfect.

She dropped to her knees as the symbiote revealed her brown busty breasts. Then, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him as her freakishly long tongue began to tease and caress at the tenderness of his manhood.

Kal’s knees instantly buckled as he watched her tongue flick and lick at his dick before she finally wrapped her warm lips around him and began to suck him off. As she did so, she fondled and toyed with her tits.

Muffled moans escaped his lips as she went to work on him as if she were tryna get paid for it. It felt so damn good but he couldn’t let her know she was doing a good job. Plus, he was cheating on Lois! Was this cheating? He didn’t really want this… did he?

Trembling and flexing thighs were doing just enough telling. But it only encouraged her to snatch his soul from within him. Reaching beneath him, she squeezed his balls gently in her palm as she forced him down her throat.

And my, were they heavy.

‘Oh! —please. Please. Uh!’ He begged as his head lulled back against the tree, eyes crossing inward as he’d seem to lose control of his body. ‘Mm— don’t..‘ he couldn’t even form the words! His mind was so damn jumbled up with a little bit of lust and something else he’s never felt before.

She pulled away, teasingly stroking his member as a thick string of saliva snapped between them. Bubbles and sticky saliva dribbled down her chin to the valley of her pretty brown tits. ‘That’s enough of that.’ She bounced up gently before grabbing his face, forcing him to bring those disgraced eyes to her face.

Her monstrous grill had peeled back and revealed some full, supple lips with pretty white teeth behind them. Lips that just seem so familiar to him. ‘If it’ll make you feel better… I can give you the human body parts… two sets of pretty, soft lips.’ She drug the tip of her tongue against his trembling lips, ‘I’m not gonna hurt you baby. I only wanna make you feel good.’ She said before embracing his cool lips in her warm wet ones.

She slithered her tongue between his teeth, as he finally opened his mouth a little more to let her explore and evade. They both fought for dominance in each other’s mouths. For once, Kal didn’t feel like he needed to take it slow or be careful. He finally felt… free.

When she’d broken the kiss, she turned her backside against him and pushed her hips back against his throbbing cock where she began grinding her ass against him.

Kal’s head fell forward, licking at his lips as he watched her voluptuous ass hug and grind against him desperately. His bright blue eyes dilated with drool falling free from his lips.

Suddenly, the symbiote began to slowly peel away down her spine, exposing her gorgeous tawny brown skin. As she bent over a little, the thick, black sticky flesh peeled back more, revealing her two cute little back dimples before showing off her ass that reminded him of two globes.

Kal began to pant like a thirsty hound, as he writhed a little beneath the symbiote’s grip. Not to get away this time but to fuel his desires and needs. He had never felt such a powerful feeling like this! It was like he was going into heat! It clouded his judgment; making it literally impossible for him to choose between good and bad. An animalistic trait.

Perhaps this was good for him. He needed this release.

But he wasn’t thinking about those he’d hurt in the process… Lois. Or maybe he just didn’t give a shit at that moment.

She’d pressed her backside against him further, feeling the familiar warmth of desire brewing within her womb. Her core of her womanhood became sticky with the thought of his cock stretching her out as she sought to make him fit in every crevice within.

Hymns of purrs and moans escaped her lips as her own teasing began to drive herself nuts. She looked back over her shoulder at Clark who was gone with sexual hunger. She licked at her fingers slowly before descending them down to her pussy.

So turned on by the way he looked at her, she began to rub at her erected numb, collecting some of her sticky nectar and rubbing it out once more.

‘Mmm, you ready to stretch me out?’

Kal tried pulling from the tentacles again, he was practically foaming at the mouth! He gave her a hard nod before he murmured out, ‘Y-yes.’

A licentious grin curled on her lips as she took ahold of his member and caressed that sweet spot where the tip and his shaft intersected. She gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the stiff muscle throb with mercy in her soft palm.

Kal let out a silent curse, as he balled up his fists.

Standing on her tipping toes, she guided the tip of his cock towards her core before she pushed her hips up against him, forcibly sinking him into herself.

She let out a raspy cry as his member delved and nestled deep against her walls, invading and creating its home within her.

Kal let out an animalistic groan as the symbiote’s hold on him grew tighter as if it wanted them closer together. ‘Uhhhh!’ He moaned as his cheeks burned with a fervidus fever. ‘God!’

‘Nuh uh baby…’ She shuddered out, feeling the numbness from her toes creep and kneaded it’s way into her belly with shocks and tremors of pleasure tingling at her chocolate kisses nipples.

‘Just me.’ She added before she began to slowly throw her ass back against him.

It was at that moment where Kal had completely forgotten about everything and now his main focus was on her. No worries of the world. Not having to worry about his responsibilities as Superman. Not having to worry about simply breaking or killing her because she wasn’t human. He felt like he could truly release the hold that stricken him for the past 40 years.

He deserved this. Or that’s what he was telling himself.

As she and the symbiote worked as one; pushing and pulling her body against him, they both let out a series of moans. She was having a damn good time taking advantage. But Kal on the other hand was becoming too needy and desperate. He wanted to touch her.

‘Release…me…please.’ He begged through his moans, ‘I want… feel. Ugh fuck.’

She muddled and twisted her hips in an arrhythmic dance. And it was driving both of them insane.

‘Uhhh! Please!’ His bright eyes flashed open, looking down at her.

She peered back at him before carefully pulling her hips away. ‘You’re begging… I found you attractive before but now… baby you look so miserable.’ She giggled as she gave the tip of his cock a thump. ‘Sexy as fuck.’

Kal flinched at the addictive pain and moaned. ‘I promise…’ he huffed out, ‘I promise I’ll make it worth your while just… let me.’

She stared at him for a long moment, ‘I suppose.’ She said before waving her hand, ordering the symbiote to release him from the hold. It slowly unwrapped from around his thighs and legs, then his waist and then his arms. He’d collapsed to his hands and knees before her.

She turned around and got on her hands and knees; ass up in the air as she arched her back, like a sleepy feline.

Kal stood up on his knees, grinning with eyes as crazed like a mad man who had just struck gold. He’d placed his large warm hands against her thick thighs and gave them a desperate squeeze. Just as he’d thought, soft like marshmallows.

He pulled her back closer to him before taking a hold of his uncut cock and kissed her slit with the tip of it. She was so sticky, so creamy and messy. He adored it! He wasted no more time before he rammed it into her tight abyss once again.

‘Aaah!’ She moaned out in a harsh gasp.

He began to thrust his hips forward, slowly and teasingly only to get payback.

‘Stop. Being. Oof! A. Teeease and fuck me!’ She moaned out ruggedly.

The symbiote began to wrap itself around him once again. Around his throat and down below at the hilt of his balls.

At the sensitive touch, it only fueled his desires further. All he wanted to do was unleash his full potential and he was going to do that and so much more. So, he began to thrust his hips a little faster and a little harder.

Her wails and cries echoed throughout the woods along with their flesh just crashing into one another like a neutron star collision. There was so much force, so much power… they could terraform this area within the hour!

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! Kal! Aah! Don’t fucking stop, yes!’ She moaned out as her claws dug within the moist soil beneath them. She could feel him beating down her walls at every angle.

His thumb pads were pressed firmly within her back dimples as he held on to her tightly. ‘Fuck this feels so good!’ His brows tugged into one as he relished in this newfound pleasure. If he ever said sex with Lois was mind blowing like this… boy he was wrong.

He’d just never had his taste at alien pussy before and he knew he couldn’t go back to humans after this. They merely weren’t enough to handle him. Hell, she barely could!

Desperate grunts and howls flowed from Kal’s chest in a string of melodies as he continued to dig his hips into her, pining closer and closer to his release.

That was until he lost his grasp and she tried to crawl away. Trying to take her dominance back. But he merely snatched her back towards him.

‘Where are you going?!’ His tone was dark and filled with bane.

‘Aah!’ She exclaimed as her body began to heat up. ‘KAL-EL! Have mercy!’ She whined out as she reached between her legs and kneaded at her clit.

There was no way she was really asking him for mercy… after her evil ways.

‘No!’ He barked as he pounded harder.

A sick, carnal groan rumbled in her chest as she blissfully took this punishment from him. Sultry and sexy giggles left her lips as they took each other on a wild trip of ecstasy. Fueling each other’s salacious and dark fantasies. Now this was her idea of fun.

After a while, Kal’s groaning had become even more constant with his thrusts becoming staggering with lack of rhythm. He was close.

She began to twerk her ass against him, completely taking over in the final moments. The symbiote began to tighten around his neck and balls, causing a smile of pleasure to curl on his lips.

‘Fuck!’ He cried out as his blue eyes began to roll back. ‘I’m— I’m gonna—‘ he stuttered.

Quickly shifting positions at his announcement, she turned around to face him and wrapped her luscious lips around his member and sucked him clean. She then pulled away allowing her tongue to flick and tease at his tip.

His hips jerked forward as he began to leak on her tongue. ‘Hooo.. that’s it baby.’ As he reached down to cup her jaw before she began to suck him off again.

She throated him one good time before pulling away and jerking him off. Letting out a loud, ‘FUCK!’ His body tensed up as he began to unload thick ropes of cum all over her face. ‘God—mmph!’ He whimpered out as his body trembled from the after shock of the intense orgasm. Tears brimmed at his eyes as he watched her long tongue wipe her face clean of his nut before swallowing all of it whole.

Amazing.

With her claws covered in his semen, she sucked and licked them clean too. He fell to his hands… defeated. There was no way Kal would be okay after this.

Standing to her feet, her symbiote began to close up and fill in the open parts of her, fully becoming whole again.

‘You did well.. son of Krypton.’

He looked up at her with wanderous, adoring eyes. ‘How do you know so much about me?’

‘A girl never tells…’ Then, she heard the sound of shouting and shuffling. ‘I must go.’ She turned around, walking away.

‘Wait!’ Kal exclaimed, reaching out towards her.

She turned halfway, ‘Yes?’

‘What is your name? Will I see you again?’

She walked back towards him and squat down before him. The symbiote began to peel away at her once more, revealing her face. And what Kal caused his heart to stop in his chest.

A woman, beautiful dark curly hair with eyes as brown as honey and thick dark lashes. With a smile that had enchanted him on many occasions. His coworker, Aya.

‘Well you see me all the time, silly.’ She shot him a wink and gave his cheek a pinch. Her voice sounded a little more familiar, but still layered with its voice.

Aya Lionheart. They worked closely together on a couple of projects at the Daily Planet.

Kal couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d always found her to be such an attractive and beautiful person. But he never thought he’d get to sleep with her…not this way— not ever…

And to find out that she was as different as he was. ‘Aya?’

‘In the flesh.’ She stood back up and looked over her shoulder as the men began to gain chase. ‘I’ve got to go… behave… Mr. Kent.’ And she leapt off of the ground and into the trees where she’d disappeared into the forest void.

He felt like his breath was snatched out of his lungs for a moment before he slowly stood to his feet. It was then when he’d realized that his suit was basically torn to shreds. Between her claws and the symbiote ripping at it, he was gonna have to call his mother. But not tonight. He was exhausted. She took it all from him.

‘Hey! Over there!’ Someone shouted.

Kal snapped his head up at the group of people who held weapons up at him. And instead of being diplomatic and trying to investigate, he fled the scene, flying back into the city.

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[collectivelyacoward]

Doodles from today!!

I'M REALLY PROUD OF THE ONE I MADE OF HAL LIKE- HOLY SMOKES..

Anywho.. hope you are having a good day :3

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[midnightstar-90]

Fanfic Suggestions

This is a masterlist of all the fanfics that I have read and give a "10/10 Would Read Again" Rating. I love these writer's works, and I believe they deserve the recognition. They inspire me and my writing, and I am truly thankful for that.

I am incorporating both Tumblr and Wattpad Fanfics. If it has a user, it's a Tumblr writing, and no user is a Wattpad writing.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤️

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@babybluebex's Bad Idea, Right? (J.Q) 🔥

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Life in the City 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: Probably calling in today. Also will hopefully be working on more Dirty Work for tomorrow.

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You’ve been waiting for Friday all week. You need this. A girl’s night, just you and Melanie, a bottle of wine, a bowl of popcorn, and your favourite nostalgic blockbuster. You even got a brand new pair of cozy jammies for the occasion.

And it’s your first official get together at your new apartment. Your very own. No more roommates, no more arguments over dishes and dust and a shared bathroom. It’s all yours! It’s almost like a housewarming, even if it is just a bachelor suite.

A new home, a new city, and an old friend. You haven't seen Melanie in years. You keep in touch here and there but she always seems to have so much going on. Now you're in the same place, it won't be so hard.

You bounce in the door, excited to get started on your prep. You leave your work bag in the entryway beside your shoes as your mind runs a mile ahead of you. You’ll fold out the futon couch and throw all your pillows on it. And the extra comforter can go on top. And you’ll put a scarf over the lamp, oh, and you got some candy for the spread. 

It’s a bit childish but it’s been so long since you could just throw away your daily toil and forget. No overtime, no grind, just a night to reconnect and refresh. You grab your bag from the short hallway and take out the clay masks you bought at the drugstore on your way home, you thought that would be so cute!

You pull out your phone and search for the digital rental on your account, wanting it ready to cast as soon as Melanie’s there. Your screen suddenly lights up with an incoming call, interrupting your browsing. You answer, excitedly greeting your best friend.

“Melly Bean,” you chime, “I was just getting everything ready–”

“Oh, really?” Her voice is willowy, “that’s… I’m sorry.”

“What?” You clutch your hand in front of your stomach, your chest filling with dread. You know that tone.

“I totally forgot and I made other plans–”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s shitty but I really can’t cancel and we can do it next week, right? I’ll host. I have a bottle of rose here, or I could make some sangria–”

“Uh, yeah,” you feel like you’ve been punched, “yeah, sure, that’s… that’s fine. Things happen.” You shake your head at yourself as you try to stem your disappointment, “good thing I didn’t even get started…” You look at the futon, covered in pillows and the fluffy pink duvet, “I actually just got in the door, long day at work–”

“You ready?” A distant, deep voice creeps under your rambling from the speaker.

“Sorry, I gotta go,” she interrupts, “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Again, I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. I should’ve put it in my calendar.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you assure her softly, “call me. Talk later, Mel–”

The line dies before you can finish your sentence. You pull the phone away and frown at the timed out call. You sniff and toss it onto the futon. Well, you can still have a good night. Alone. Catch up on a show and pamper yourself. Your skin is getting a bit patchy.

Or just lay here and watch the same thing you watch every night. Suddenly, you have no energy. You flop onto the mattress, the metal frame creaking loudly, and sigh. Another lazy night, all by yourself.

🏙️

Melanie doesn't answer your call on Saturday. You try not to dwell on it but you know she's not working. Her nine-to-five keeps her planted at her desk Monday to Friday, just like you. Well, you can't be mad at her for having a life.

She texts on Sunday. Just a short but sweet confirmation for next Friday. A heart emoji along with a promise that you'll see each other then. You can bring all your snacks and the face masks, and even your cute new pajamas. Her place must be a lot nicer than yours on her executive assistant salary.

A new week begins but Monday isn't as difficult as usual. You have something to look forward to. Again. This time, it will actually happen.

You spend your days with the spreadsheets and menial reports. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday all blend together into an endless slog but Friday comes around with a special shine. It's the day. 

You breeze through the day, lighter than usual. You even packed everything up so you could commute straight to Melanie's place. She's been texting, saying she's excited. Well, she sent a message at 10:38am. 

It'll be just like in high school, when you sat up all night and giggled. Except this time, you're not too young for the movie you're watching. No, you'll be just like the metropolitan women you watched on the screen, gal pals!

You take the twelve out towards the east side of the city and get off a few blocks from her building, at least according to your GPS. You walk in a full circle before you get your bearings and end up just outside the grated door. You tap the small button to buzz her number and wait. It's a lot fancier than your apartments.

You ring several times without answer, your stomach swimming with nerves. What if she got caught up in something? Could she forget in the  eight hours since her last message? Are you in the wrong place? You check the address again.

You hear someone come up the walkway and sidle aside to let them in. You consider sneaking in after them but you don't know if you should. They might not like that or you might get in trouble. You stand back as the man glances at you and gives a nod. He keys in a code and buzzes himself in. You scrunch your lips, helplessly floundering on the edge of the steps.

"Coming in?" He holds the door.

"Oh, uh," you catch the handle, "sure, I just... my friend wasn't answering."

"No worries, don't look like much of a criminal to me," he kids.

You chuckle quietly, forcing it out nervously as you follow him inside. The entryway is white with silver trimmings and the lobby opens up to a set of two elevators. You look at your phone again, confirming Melanie's apartment number. The man strides on confidently and hits the button, the doors dinging and sliding apart.

"Going up?" He prompts as he puts his hand in front of the censor.

"Uh, sure," you scurry forward. You suppose taking the stairs might be a lot with all the weight in your knapsack.

"Floor?" He trails you into the elevator.

"Um, seventh."

"Ah, what a coincidence," he taps seven and the doors close.

You bring up your chat with Melanie and text her. Hopefully, you're not too early. You don't want to surprise her. You key in that you're there and on your way up.

The door open again and the stranger once more lets you through first. You check the numbers on the plates on the wall; 700 - 710 to the right. You turn and the man heads in the same direction. How awkward. You hold the door to the hallway for him and he catches it, not far behind you. You count the doors until you find 704. 

You stop and knock, stepping closer to let the stranger pass. He doesn't. He stops and laughs as he rubs his palms together. You peek over at him. Oh shoot, you have to be in the wrong place. It explains the no answer and you're standing at his door knocking. You must seem like a crazy person--

The door opens before you can figure out what's going on and Melanie's 'hello' goes from a high squeal to dull disappointment. You look at her as her eyes flit between you and the stranger at your shoulder. She laughs and tosses her hair back.

"Oh, uh, come in," she waves you inside, "movie night, right?"

She rubs her neck as she steps aside, your stomach flipping entirely. Did she forget? Really?

"Um, I forgot to mention..." she says slowly, "Clark's joining us. He's never seen the movie before so I thought..."

"That's fine, but er, I can... just go. I thought..."

"I didn't forget," she insists as the man enters with hesitation, "promise, I just... invited my boyfriend."

"Right, boyfriend," you turn to the stranger, Clark, she said his name is, "hi."

You introduce yourself and he repeats his name. He's handsome and tall. As far as you can tell, he's nice too. The cleft in his chin gives him a rugged handsome news and his eyes a bright and blue. He fits Melanie perfectly. She's changed a lot more than you knew.

You give a strained smile and look around. Her apartment is so nice. You're happy she hadn't seen yours after all. As you try to figure out what to do, she approaches Clark and stands on her toes to kiss him. You keep your eyes on the floor and turn, distracting yourself with your shoes as you peel them off.

"I brought snacks," you say as you unhook your bag from one shoulder, "for the movie--"

"Oh, I'm on a diet. No carbs, no sugar... mostly water and lettuce," she trills, "sorry."

"I...It's okay," you try not to wince as you struggle to free yourself of the heavy bag.

"Here," Clark startles you as he grabs your bag by the handle on top and helps lift it off your left shoulder. You pull your arms free and he carries it to the table, planting it on top beside the tall vase of white orchids. 

"Thanks," you say as you inch forward, anxious about messing up the unlivable pristine apartment, "you can share the snacks... if you're not on a diet."

"I'd love to," he accepts, "should I make up the couch?"

"Uh, sure," Melanie flutters her fingers at him, "I guess that makes sense."

You notice how she bites into her glossy lower lip and looks around desperately. She's wearing a pretty black dress and there's a sparkly clutch on the half-circle table by the wall. You thought Melanie would be your one piece of home in the city but now you feel even more out of place. Uninvited.

"If it's a bad time," you begin.

"I told you," she snips, "I didn't forget. Duh, you think I'm an airhead or something?"

"N-no--"

"I know you went and got your fancy degrees," she sniffs, "but I don't need paper to tell me I have a brain."

"I didn't mean--"

"Mel, cool it," Clark chuckles lightly, "no biggie. I like a night in," he shrugs, "I'll grab some blankets and pillows. We can have a sleepover."

"Sleepover?" She nearly hisses at him, "well, tomorrow--"

"We'll all sleep in and I'll take you ladies to breakfast. Or brunch," he unzips your knapsack and takes out the tall bottle of wine, "depending on how much you indulge." 

"Oh, I can take care of all that," you offer as you near the table.

"You're our guest," he insists as he holds onto the bottle, "hon, you wanna get some glasses?"

You hear the gentle sigh escape Melanie before she replies, "fine."

You wring your hands in front of your chest and hover by the table. You hate this. You feel like you've intruded on their night but you thought...

Your heart sinks as you think of the message; 'looking forward to tonight'. She sent it to the wrong person. She must realise that too.

"Mel will pour us some wine," Clark says loudly, "did you wanna help my grab some blankets and stuff?"

You just nod, thankful for his diversion. Anything to keep you from wallowing in your embarrassment. Everyone there knows you're not supposed to be there. You must seem pathetic.

You follow him down the hall and wait on the other side of the closet door as he opens it. He hands you a folded down duvet. He sends you back to the living room as he goes to grab pillows from the bedroom. You get a glance of the sleek white vanity just as he opens the door.

You turn and traipse back to the front room. You go to the couch and shake out the blanket. You glance over as Melanie slurps loudly from a stemmed glass, the other two are unpoured.

"Really, Mel, I can just go--"

"No, it's fine," she huffs, "I don't want him to think I'm some sort of bitch."

"Oh, I wasn't--"

"You don't call to confirm?" She accuses.

"I texted and I buzzed--"

She shushes you as she hears Clark coming back down the hall. You leave the blanket across the sofa and go to the table. You pour the other two glasses and step back, too uneasy to claim one of your own. Instead, you busy yourself unpacking the snacks but you don't even know if you'll have any yourself.

"You girls sit," Clark insists as he drops the pillows on the sofa, "I'll get everything ready. Oh, hon, you should go put some pajamas on, get in the spirit. You could lend some to your friend too."

"Erm, I brought my own," you offer, "just... thought they were cute."

"Amazing, you two get changed, get cozy, and get the movie going," he grabs the bag of chips from your hands, "oh, and I'll get those kernels popping."

You nod and swallow as Melanie struts out without looking back. You retrieve your pajamas from your bag, brushing close to Clark by accident, and apologise. You quickly flit away to follow her, chasing after her right before she can close you out. You need to find an excuse to get out. Then you can think of how to say sorry for spoiling her date,

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It’s Not Easy

A smallville Love story - Clark Kent x OC

A normal day. That’s what it was. At least, it started that way for Rose’s mom, Eleanore Potter. Being a single mother had its ups and downs. Rose was a relatively easy infant. Nell noticed she rarely cried, mostly stared. As a toddler, she was loud and obnoxious. Little Rosalie only found comfort in two things, flowers and her cousin, Lana Lang.

The typically chilly, October morning in Smallville, Kansas was quiet. Nell owned this quaint flower shop in the heart of downtown Smallville. She was severely understaffed and typically brought her daughter with her during days like this. So when her sister, Laura, asked her to babysit her daughter, Lana, while she and her husband, Lewis, watched the homecoming game, it was just ‘no big deal.’

Rose was frustrated. Well, about as frustrated as a 3-year-old can be. Rose had spent the morning begging her mother to let her wear her pumpkin Halloween costume to the flower shop, to no avail. So when her uncle dropped off a sweet little girl in a fairy princess costume, needless to say, little Rosalie was livid. The afternoon was filled with whining and pouting. Nell could hardly keep up. The bell above the door chimed as a beautiful couple walked through it.

“Afternoon, Nell,” said a strong voice. Nell’s heart skipped a beat.

“Jonathan,” Nell’s voice reached Rose’s ears. “Martha. What a surprise.”

Little Rose could care less about their conversation, all she wanted to do was cause mischief. So, while her mother was distracted, she slipped away. She found herself in the back of the shop, where her mother would dispose of her flower scraps. Rose managed to climb her way into the big tub of trimmings, sinking into it. She grinned happily. She didn’t mind the dirt, she never did. She viewed the imperfect flowers and wilted stems as her friends, she didn’t have many around town, unlike Lana.

A meteor shower rained over Smallville, as a slumbering Rose laid in her bed of flowers. Nell, having just witnessed her sister and brother-in-law’s tragic demise, scooped up the little fairy princess into her arms, desperate to find her daughter. Nell sprinted through her shop, she knew where her daughter was, it wasn’t uncommon for her to find Rose in the scrap tub. It happened so many times, she lost count. She pushed the back door open, holding Lana tight to her chest. The tub Nell had seen her daughter in so many times had toppled over. Nell’s eyes darted to and fro, searching for her little Rosalie. A large bundle of tree roots, cracking through the concrete was all she saw. She walked toward it, looking around it. Glowing green rocks peppered the ground surrounding the clump. Nell furrowed her eyebrows. She had no time for this! She needed to find her daughter. Now. As soon as that thought entered her mind, the bundle unraveled itself. Her eyes widened, that was impossible. The roots retreated into the soil, revealing a sleeping Rose. Eleanore had no time to question what she had just witnessed. She scooped up her daughter, her small frame carrying both girls to the nearest shelter.

The deliciously sweet scent of maple syrup flooded Rose’s senses as she stirred awake. The once spunky little toddler had grown into a beautiful young woman, who enjoyed the occasional spunky behavior every now and then. She turned under her many blankets, jutting an arm from her cone of comfort to shut off her alarm. She slumped out of bed, to the floor, contemplating whether or not she should get on with her day. She pulled a hoodie over her head, ultimately deciding it was worth it to venture into the world today. She jumped as she opened the door, not expecting to see her grinning cousin, wafting a plate of pancakes into her room.

“Good morning,” Lana laughed, a wide grin resting on her face as she handed Rose the plate of pancakes.

Rose happily gobbled up the stack of pancakes, offering a quick ‘thank you’ before walking downstairs to grab a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Lovely,” Rose’s mother greeted from the kitchen counter as Rose reached up, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. Nell smirked from behind her mug. “Homecoming’s this Saturday…”

Rose halted her movements at the sentence. She set the coffee pot back down, her mug only half full. “Don’t need a date to go to the dance, mom,” she mumbled, picking the coffee pot and filling the rest of the mug.

“Come on, Rosalie,” Nell egged on. “You’re more than capable of getting a date.”

“Thanks, mom,” Rose shook her head. “I appreciate the support for me giving into social norms.”

“Listen, Aunt Nell,” Lana uttered from the stairs. “I’ve been trying to convince her to just ask out Clark Kent. She stares at him constantly.”

“I do not stare. He’s a friend, Lana. I can glance at a friend,” Rose rolled her eyes. “Besides, it doesn’t matter how many times I look at Clark. He’s always got his eyes on you.”

Rose walked passed Lana, patting her head twice before venturing up the stairs to get ready for school.

Rose didn’t mind taking the bus. Sure, Lana’s super hot, quarterback boyfriend had a sick van and he was more than willing to drive Rose to school, but she refused every time. Who’s to say what the reason behind that was.

Clark.

The reason was always Clark.

Halfway to the bus stop, she looked up to see her two good friends, Chloe Sullivan and Pete Ross, just a block ahead of her. She picked up the pace, managing to catch up to them in record time.

“Ah there she is,” Chloe exclaimed, gesturing dramatically as Rose slowed her pace. “My best and favorite Torch Photographer.”

“And only,” Pete interjected, sporting a small smirk.

“Hey, guys,” Rose grinned, looking around. “Where’s the tall one?”

“Late,” Pete rolled his eyes. “$5 says he misses the bus.”

“I’ll take that action,” said Chloe, jutting out her arm towards him, to which he firmly shook. The pair then turned to Rose who, who simply blinked in response.

“I don’t know. I’m an optimist,” she shrugged. “I’m sure he won’t miss it.”

But sure enough, no Clarks were spotted as the big yellow vehicle pulled up to the stop.

“I can’t believe you bet against your best friend,” Chloe smiled as they settled into their seats. The bus began to move, as Chloe handed Pete his rightfully earned cash.

“Statistical fact,” Pete smirked, pocketing the bill. “If Clark moved any slower, he’d be extinct.”

“So, anyone ask you to the dance?” Pete tried to catch up as Chloe and Rose walked to the school.

“Not yet,” both girls replied, giving him a sort of puzzled look.

“Ah, well,” Pete fumbled. “Chloe, maybe you and I can go together.”

Chloe glanced at him as he backtracked.

“I mean, not as a ‘date’ date thing, more of like a friend-friend thing.”

“Hi, guys…” a familiar voice sounded from behind them.

All three turned to see Clark Kent standing before them. He struggled with his books in his arms, adjusting his bag on his shoulder, all while sporting a bit of a slouch. Yet he still towered over all of them.

“Well, uh-“ Chloe stuttered, very confused. “Didn’t you just- weren’t you-“

“I took a shortcut,” Clark stated, nonchalantly, earning a bit of a laugh from Rose.

“Through what, a black hole?” Chloe deadpanned.

“Clark,” Pete snaked his arm over his best friend’s shoulders, pulling him down ever so slightly due to his height. “You’ll have to excuse our intrepid reporter. Seems as though her Weirdar is on DEFCON 5.”

“Just because everyone chooses to ignore the strange things that happen in this leafy little hamlet,” Chloe sped ahead before turning to look at the trio. “Doesn’t mean they don’t happen.”

“Now, you know we’d love to join you and Scooby inside the Mystery Machine for another zany adventure,” Pete started.

“You calling me Scooby, Pete?” Rose raised her eyebrow and folded her arms, earning a quick chuckle from Clark.

“But, uh,” Pete turned to Clark, pulling out his paper. “We gotta hand in these permission slips before homeroom.”

“So you and Pete, huh?” Rose tried to tease Chloe as the pair walked away. Chloe’s attention remained on the boys.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Chloe stomped towards them, Rose following closely behind. “You two are trying out for the football team? What is this, sort of like a teen suicide pact?”

Pete pulled her harshly to a less populated area, earning a yelp from the junior reporter. Rose exchanged a look with Clark before they followed suit.

“We’re trying to avoid becoming this year’s scarecrow,” Pete’s voice fell low.

“What are you talking about?” Chloe matched his tone. “And WHY ARE WE WHISPERING!?”

Pete pulled her lower, effectively shushing her.

“It’s a homecoming tradition in this dumbass town,” Rose shook her head in disapproval. “Every year before the big game, the football team chooses a freshman, take him up to Riley fields, strip him down to his boxers, and then paint an ‘S’ on his chest.”

“And then string him up like a scarecrow,” Clark finished.

“Pretty damn sure it’s illegal .”

“Jeez, that sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen,” Chloe commented.

“Why do you think we’re trying out for the team?” Pete asked. “Figure they won’t choose one of their own.”

As per usual, Rose had her attention on Clark. She had noticed he was no longer looking towards their little group. She followed his gaze.

Lana.

It was always Lana.

“I’ll see you guys in class,” Clark muttered half mindedly, starting towards Rose’s cousin.

“Bye,” Chloe replied as the group focused their attention on the retreating giant.

“Give him ten seconds,” Pete pulled the $5 from his coat pocket.

“Five,” Chloe replied.

Rose felt a pit in her stomach as she watched him. She shook her head, trying to rid herself from the thought. Even if Clark had a huge crush on her cousin, it wouldn’t matter. Lana had Whitney. Rose began to count the seconds. As soon as she reached ‘5,’ Clark took a swan dive straight to the ground.

“Statistical fact,” Chloe smiled, snatching the bill. “Clark Kent can’t get within five feet of Lana Lang without turning into a total freak show.”

“I’ll catch you guys later.” Rose cleared her throat, earning disappointed grumbling. She glanced briefly at Lana, who was bent down, helping Clark with his scattered books along the floor. “Got a history quiz I should be cramming for.”

She waved to her friends before awkwardly walking passed her cousin. Maybe she could slip away without drawing any attention.

“Dude,” Whitney bent down to a rather green looking Clark. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine…” Clark replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh!” Lana had spotted her retreating cousin, rushing over. She pulled Rose by the arm. “Clark, I do believe Rose has something to ask you.”

Clark’s gaze fell on Rose who was struggling to break free from her cousin’s grip. She could feel little leaves growing on her arm, something that usually happened when she felt nervous. She tugged her sleeves down, attempting to hide them. She shook her head, laughing awkwardly.

“Nope,” she stated. “I do not. Carry on.”

“We’ll get out of your hair,” said Lana, as she turned away, making sure to send a wink Rose’s way as she did so.

“Oh, Clark,” Whitney bent down, picking up a book. “You forgot one.”

He tossed the book to Clark, making him topple over like a domino. Whitney then pulled Lana to walk away. Rose scowled at them, helping Clark with his books.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Rose offered her hand, pulling him to his feet. “Whitney’s a prick, but he has his moments and he makes Lana happy.”

“Hey,” Clark swiftly changed the subject. “What did you want to ask me?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just-“ her eyes met his and he smiled at her. She could feel her cheeks turning red. “My mom’s got it in her head that I need a date for Homecoming.”

“And you were going to ask me?” Clark’s grin seemed to grow at the thought. Rose must’ve imagined it. That was impossible.

“Well, no.” His grin softened. “I wasn’t going to ask anyone.”

“If you asked me, I’d say yes”

“Stop joking around, Clarkson,” Rose laughed, pushing his shoulder slightly. He didn’t budge, but Rose didn’t think anything of it.

“If you wanted a date…”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“I- Okay.”

“That settles it.”

“You’re my date to Homecoming?”

“That’s the idea,” Clark chuckled.

Tiny little flowers popped into her hair. She abruptly turned around in an attempt to hide the red creeping up her face. She cupped her cheeks, her skin warm under her cold palms.

“Were those flowers in your hair this entire time?” Clark asked, puzzled.

“Yup. I was trying out new accessories.” Rose panicked. “Well see ya!”

She was gone. Clark smiled to himself before walking to his homeroom.

Marching band was rather uneventful for Rose that evening. She sighed, setting down her flute on the terf. She grabbed her water bottle and brought it to her lips, taking a swig. Hydration was very important during practices. A quick glance to the bleachers was all it took for her to spot her newly attained homecoming date. He hadn’t noticed her. She didn’t need to follow his gaze to know who he was staring at. Her cousin, of course. However, Rose couldn’t be bothered that afternoon. Was Rose his second choice? Most likely. But Rose didn’t care. He was her date. Not Lana’s. Rose figured he had to have harbored at least a bit of feelings for her.

“Rose, did you want some cocoa?” Lana asked, grabbing a saucepan.

“No, I’m fine,” Rose replied, closing her textbook. “I was thinking about checking up on Clark. I heard he took quite the dive to save Lex Luthor today. Talk about heroic.”

“Oh, tell him i said ‘hi.’” Lana smiled.

“Will do.”

Rose walked out the door and skipped off the porch, the flower bed growing more vibrant as she passed it. The walk to Clark’s was slightly longer than you’d expect, but Rose didn’t mind. She liked looking at the stars. Even though she knew nothing about them. She loved stargazing on long walks.

She knew Clark would be hauled up in his loft above the barn, but out of politeness, she started toward the front porch. She gave the door to the bright yellow house a couple firm knocks. Martha Kent pulled the door open after a couple short seconds. She smiled, sweetly. The gesture, giving Rose a warm and fuzzy feeling.

“Rose! What a surprise!” She exclaimed. “What brings you here tonight?”

“Hi, Mrs. Kent!” Rose replied before pointing to the barn. “I heard what happened to Clark. I was thinking I’d check on him.”

“Oh!” Martha perked, smirking at her husband for a second. “Why don’t you head on over. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

“Thanks, Mr. And Mrs. Kent!” Rose waved before stepping off the porch.

The barn was quite dark. If she didn’t know any better she’d think he wasn’t up there. She climbed the short flight of stairs only to see Clark Kent, slouched over, looking into a telescope, fixed on her house.

“That’s quite an invasion of privacy, Clarkson,” she said, walking towards him.

“Rose!” Clark jumped, turning to her, his cheeks a bit red. Rose gave him a solemn look before looking out the loft window. Her eyes fell on Lana and Whitney on the front porch. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“You must really like her,” Rose swallowed her feelings with a lighthearted laugh, to which Clark nodded. “You don’t have to go with me to the dance, Clark.”

“But I want to go with you,” Clark’s eyes met hers, immediately making Rose look away.

“I don’t think I want to go with you,” Rose chuckled, sitting on his couch. “We’re better off as friends anyway.”

Clark nodded at the statement, breaking her heart.

“So I heard what you did,” She smiled. “Superhero Clark Kent. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a couple scratches,” He lied.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, I don’t know what I’d do without you around.”

“Of course,” Clark laughed, ruffling her hair. “How would you get anything from the top shelf?”

“Shut up,” Rose chuckled before standing up. “I better get going. And I better not see that telescope fixed on my front porch again.”

She pointed at him, raising an eyebrow. He raised his right hand, placing his left on his heart, smiling.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

He watched as her head disappeared down the stairs.

Rose.

He’d known her for as long as he could remember. Hell, she was his first kiss. He always admired her confident, care-free nature. Confidence was something he always felt he lacked. Lana and Rose were polar opposites, a fact Clark had noticed a long time ago. Though both were raised by Nell Potter, Rose refused to be the ‘picture perfect daughter,’ while Lana seemed to fit the title to a tea effortlessly. Clark admired Rose for keeping true to herself and knowing who she was. That was something Clark couldn’t quite figure out. He admired everything about her, but admiration wasn’t love.

He loved Lana. He knew he did. She was beautiful, sweet, gentle, and dedicated. She was perfect. What’s not to love? Most importantly, she was unattainable. She was in a long term, committed relationship with Whitney Fordman, Smallville’s star quarterback. Perhaps that was why he liked her. You want what you can’t have. Regardless, he had strong feelings for Lana Lang with little chance of them faltering.

So why did his chest tighten while watching her cousin walk away?

She trudged along the dirt road leading up to her house, shivering at the cool breeze. A trail of black dahlias growing with each step. She stomped through the front porch, where Lana sat, sipping her cocoa.

“So how’s loverboy?” Lana asked, grinning.

“He’s fine, hold on,” Rose turned to face the barn, where she knew Clark would see her. She rather dramatically shot him the bird. She couldn’t see it, but she smiled to herself, knowing she’d freaked him out.

“And what was that for?” Lana asked.

“Just something between me and Clark, it’s fine” Rose grinned.

“Okay,” Lana smiled. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“I saw Whitney earlier, is he still here?”

“No,” Lana shook her head. Rose raised her eyebrow at Lana’s bare neck, pointing at it.

“And where’s your necklace?”

“I lent it to Whitney,” Lana hummed, smiling fondly at the thought of her little gesture.

“That’s real sweet, Lana, but do you really trust him that much?”

“I do,” she nodded.

Rose laughed a bit, earning a puzzled look from Lana.

“What? What is it?”

“You two have been dating for, what? Two months?” Rose sat beside her. “And you give him the one thing you have left of your parents?”

“He’s just borrowing it, Rose,” Lana rolled her eyes. “He’ll give it back, he understands how much it means to me.”

“Right, with his 3 years on us, he’s become quite wise. The senior jock, he is, he has to be very responsible and reliable.”

“I don’t like your tone,” Lana folded her arms across her chest.

“That’s kind of the point,” Rose stated. “He’s sweet when he wants to be but he’s also a bully. He’s like one of those toddlers who turn into angels in the presence of adults. Not a trait you want to see in a 17 year old, Lana.”

“This conversation was not an invitation to shit on my boyfriend, Rosalie,” Lana abruptly stood up. “I think we both need some rest. Goodnight.”

She stepped inside the house, without another word. Rose sighed, rising to her feet. She folded the blanket that Lana was using and tossed it over her shoulder, cleaning up the porch before walking towards the door. Just as she was about to walk through, Lana shut it with a slam. Rose ran her hand through her hair in frustration, opening the door and stepping inside.

Rose and Lana fought a lot. They were complete opposites, so naturally they butted heads frequently. They would go days, even weeks without speaking to each other after arguments. This was one of those days. That morning, Lana had made french toast for everyone, except Rose. Even Whitney. That afternoon, Rose had lied and told Nell that Lana planned to spend the weekend up at the Fordman lake house with booze and drugs.

It was now late evening. Lana hadn’t come back from her evening ride. That usually meant Lana was visiting her parents at the cemetery. Lana was insecure about her little habit of talking to her parents’ grave. She considered herself crazy, speaking to the dead. Rose would always reassure her that the comfort she found in speaking to her parents was completely valid.

As per usual, Rose was sat on the front porch bench, under the comfort of a blanket and a mug of hot cocoa by her side. Her nimble fingers moved with purpose as she worked on her latest crochet project. She was currently working on a sheen green, sunflower granny square bandana for Chloe. Rose always loved this shade of green on the junior reporter. She made a mental note to make one for her Journalism teacher as well.

“Hey, Rose,” Whitney jogged towards the porch. “You and Lana still fighting?”

“You know it,” Rose snapped her fingers at him, to which Whitney chuckled.

“She around?”

“No, she’s gone to visit her parents,” Rose then pointed to another chair on the porch. “You’re welcome to stay and wait for her.”

He obliged, taking a seat.

“Hey, what’re your favorite colors? Winter’s just around the corner, figured I could make you and Lana a matching set.”

“I like a good set of fall colors like browns and reds.”

“Perfect!” Rose perked up, tossing her blanket off and running back into the house for her yarn.

When she had returned, however, Whitney had moved. He was instead, standing in the corner of the porch, staring into the night. Rose walked over to him, following his gaze. Her heart sank as her eyes fell on Clark and Lana. He had walked her home. It was an innocent gesture of friendship, yet the tension felt anything but. Rose shifted her weight from one foot to the other, as she bit the inside of her cheek. She took notice of how uncomfortable Whitney was about the scene unfolding before them. He couldn’t look away, his hands in fists at his side, his jaw clenched. Then, as if the situation couldn’t get any worse, Lana lifted onto her toes to plant an innocent kiss on Clark’s cheek.

“You've gotta be kidding,” Rose muttered, picking up her things and stepping back into her home. She stomped through the living room and up the stairs. Every plant in the house soon wilted as she slammed her bedroom door shut. She fell to her bed and screamed into her pillow, letting out her teenage frustrations.

“Rose?” Lana knocked on the door and opened it. “I know we’re fighting, but I saw the flowers. Thought I’d check in.”

“Do you even feel any remorse at all?” Rose asked, sitting up. “You know he likes you. Why encourage it?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Lana leaned against the door frame, folding her arms.

“Not to mention you have a boyfriend,” Rose rolled her eyes. “AND your cousin happens to have very deep feelings for the guy.”

“I think it might be time to give up on Clark, don’t you think?” Lana paired her words with a concerned gaze. “You deserve someone who can actually love you.”

“I’m sorry, wasn’t it you who encouraged me to ask him out just yesterday?”

“That was before I realized he could never love you. You deserve better, Rose.”

“Sometimes, Lana,” Rose stood from her bed, walking up to her. “You can be a real bitch.”

Rose shoved passed her, walking down the stairs. She wrapped a scarf around her neck and pulled a beanie over her head. Both she had crocheted for herself. She wrapped a warm coat around herself and reached for the door.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Her mother’s voice sounded from the kitchen. She was cleaning the dead plants her chlorokinetic daughter had murdered in her rage.

“Out.” Rose stated, turning the handle and pulling the door open. “If you want to know what happened, ask Lana.”

She slammed the door shut as she left.

She really didn’t know how she got there. After leaving her house, she sort of mindlessly walked. She had found herself in Clark’s loft. It was dark and empty but it felt safe. It felt like home.

She walked about the space, taking notice of everything. She had never been up here without Clark. The quiet felt so calming. She ran her hand over the sofa. So many group projects were completed on its comforting cushions. She looked through the expensive telescope she knew the Kents saved three months for as Clark’s birthday gift last year. She knew how much he loved it. She may have been the one to slip them the catalog, five months before, but she would never tell. She traced the carvings on the lid of a beautiful wooden chest before lifting it open. She pumped her fist in the air, a small celebration, having found a blanket she could use. Upon further inspection, she realized it was the blanket she had crocheted him the winter before. She grinned to herself. Of course he would keep it. But it was a bit worn, and the first blanket on the pile. That could only mean he used it often. She pulled it out of the chest and set it on the couch. She pulled off her coat and accessories, folding them neatly and rested them on the couch arm rest. She dived onto the couch, draping the blanket over her body. Clark wouldn’t mind if she stayed there that night.

The words of his parents echoed in his ears all evening. He was struggling to process it. He was different, sure. He’s known that forever. But an alien? He couldn’t be from a whole other planet. Perhaps that was why he was always drawn to the stars. He shook his head, letting the water from the shower head wash over his face. He had to clear his mind. There was no use wallowing in an existential crisis. He rubbed his face as the water ran down it. He turned the shower knob to the side, shutting off the water. He grabbed his towel and dried himself off. He used his hand to wipe off the fog from the mirror. He stared at himself in disbelief. He looked human, but he wasn’t. To the whole world he was Clark Kent, farm boy, boy next door, regular kid. But now, Clark only saw an alien. His parents had told him not to think that way, that he was still the same Clark. But it was different now. Why was he here in the first place? He was intentionally sent there. But why?

He had slipped on some boxers and pajama pants. He walked down the stairs and out the door, a small towel hung securely around the back of his neck, to aid his wet hair in the drying process. The cold never bothered him so he skipped the shirt. He stepped out the door and strolled towards his barn. He figured it was still early and he could get a couple assignments done before calling it a very eventful day.

His steps were heavy, he was never known for being light on his feet. He jumped a bit at the movement from his couch. His head shot towards it, blinking repeatedly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Clark stepped closer, wanting to inspect the intruder, luckily it was him that was here, not his parents, in case the intruder meant harm. Though he was cautious, he didn’t feel like he was in any danger. He stepped closer still, not yet recognizing the person that lay on the couch. She turned over to the side, facing him. He was taken aback. Why, it was Rosalie Potter. Wrapped in his blanket. On his couch. In his barn loft.

She looked so peaceful in her slumber. He’d never seen her asleep before. He sat on the edge of the couch, admiring her frame. She wouldn’t have hidden here if something wasn’t wrong. He sighed, gently brushing the hair from her face.

“I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered.

Rose reached up and held his hand in her sleep. It was a gesture that made Clark blush bright red. A bit too intimate for friends, he thought. He gently stood up, at least that was what he meant to do. Rose’s grip tightened. He glanced back at her, her eyebrows furrowed as sturdy vines sprouted from her arm, wrapping around his. Clark’s eyes widened. In his shock, he couldn’t do too much but let her pull him onto the couch with the assistance of her vines. Clark tried so very hard to process this information quickly. Rose had powers. And she had just used them to cuddle with him.

“Uh- Rose?” Clark stuttered in hopes he could wake her.

Rose yawned, small and quick, snuggling into his chest. By then Clark had given up. He could free himself with ease, but he ultimately decided it would be a mistake to wake her now.

“Mine,” the sleeping rose mumbled, pulling him closer.

The red that rested on Clark’s cheeks grew more vibrant. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms protectively around her.

“I don’t know what happened, Rosalie,” he pressed his lips on the top of her head briefly, leaving a gentle kiss. “But I’ll always be here for you.”

He pulled her closer, letting his eyes fall shut. Her vines unraveled and disappeared. The sleep came quickly. Quicker than it ever had before. He’d been having a bit of an insomniac spell for the past couple weeks. Rose’s embrace felt so safe, he slept through the night.

Rose inhaled as she rose from her slumber. The scent of men’s body wash flooded her senses. She yelped at the scent, falling off the edge of the couch. Clark shot straight up, his eyes wide as he stared at Rose who was rubbing where her head hit the floor.

“Are you okay?” Clark asked, reaching over and pulling her to her feet with ease.

“Yeah! I’m fine…” Rose shifted from one foot to the other, pointing between her, Clark, and the couch. “Why were you cuddling me?”

“Hey, I’m just sleeping on my couch,” He tilted his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “You’re the one trespassing.”

“Hey, you should be flattered, this is my safe space.” Rose folded her arms.

“I am,” Clark grinned. “And you’re always welcome. Just knock next time so I can offer my room instead, okay?”

“Will do,” Rose gave a small smile.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Clark tapped his hands on his thighs, awkwardly. “Save me a dance tonight?”

“Consider all of them yours, Clarkson,” Rose’s smile broke into a grin.

Rose’s cheeks flushed as she thought about Clark’s arms around her. Rose was not a shy girl. She was very friendly. She was very familiar with male attention, some may even describe her as a flirt. But it was different with Clark. It always was. He was the only person who could make her blush. Perhaps it was because she had loved him for years. As she rounded the corner of her house, she stopped for a second, taking a deep breath. It was time to face the wrath of her mother.

“Where the hell have you been, Rosalie Cordelia Potter?” Nell’s voice was firm but calm as Rose walked through the door.

“Mom, me and Lana had a bit of a spat-“

“-and that justifies you staying out all night without a call?”

“Well, no,” Rose tossed her keys on the table. “But I was less than a mile away at the Kents-“

“And now you’re staying at a boy’s? Rosalie, this is not the girl I raised.”

“As if you did much raising,” Rose scoffed, walking past her mother and up the stairs. “Why don’t you go talk to Lana about it. Maybe she’s the daughter you raised. I have to go to work.”

The Beanery was Smallville’s only cafe. Rose worked there on weekends and some nights. Better than working part time at mom’s shop that’s for sure, Rose had thought. As if she wouldn’t drop everything if her mother asked her to.

Rose wiped the spilt milk on the counter, lost in her thoughts. The bell on the door chimed as it opened. She turned towards the noise. Rose grinned as Clark walked up to the counter.

“It’s been awhile,” Clark joked, matching her grin.

“Well, how do you do, stranger?” Rose tossed the rag she was using over her shoulder. “What can I getcha?”

“Chloe’s got some sort of theory on a strange man she and Pete saw this morning,” Clark answered. “We’re meeting in the school library for information.”

“So… Hazelnut cappuccino for Chloe, something sweet for Pete, and an Americano for you?” Rose punched in the prices.

“You know us so well,” Clark smirked.

“Well, I’m not just your barista, you know,” Rose replied, that stupid grin never left her face. “$12.50”

“These prices are going up,” Clark muttered, in an attempt to continue the conversation.

“I don’t make the rules, Clarkson,” Rose raised her voice as she aerated the milk for Chloe’s cappuccino, cuing the shots.

“You’re really good at that,” Clark leaned on the counter, watching her work. Luckily, the cafe wasn’t busy, so Rose could talk with Clark as much as she wanted.

“It isn’t that hard, just comes with practice.” She finished off Chloe’s drink, writing her name on it and a small heart.

“About that dance tonight,” Clark started, grabbing a to-go tray, placing Chloe’s drink inside. “Did you want me to pick you up?”

“No, thanks,” Rose finished off Pete’s with a smiley face. “Whitney said he’d drive us. And I’d much prefer being driven by someone who actually has their license.”

“Oh, come on, I drive for my parents all the time. What’s an official license going to do?” Clark grinned as she walked over with the last drink, his.

She uncapped her sharpie, jotting down ‘Clarkson’ in possibly the sweetest handwriting he had ever seen, and punctuating it with a star.

“A star?” Clark inspected the doodle before sipping his americano. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re star guy,” Rose chuckled. “You know, you like stars.”

“You know, I outta have you over one night,” Clark started. Rose’s eyes darted away at the thought. “Maybe I can teach you a bit on astronomy.”

“Oh,” Rose sighed in relief. “You know, that’s a great idea, Clarkson.”

“How’s next weekend?”

“Great! It’s a date.”

”It’s a date?” Clark smirked at her, his height suddenly making her nervous.

“It’s a date… the 27th.” Rose nodded. “The date I will go to your loft. For our platonic hang out.”

“That sounds perfect, Rosalie,” Clark chuckled, grabbing the drinks. “Don’t forget to save me that dance.”

“Couldn’t if I tried, Clark,” she grinned as he waved goodbye.

Rose stood in her little corner of the gymnasium and sipped from her little cup of punch. She had turned down a whopping six boys asking to dance with her. A bit rude, seeing as the man of her affections had not yet shown, but Rosalie was a stubborn girl. When she said she would save all of her dances for Clark, she meant all her dances. She wore a sage green spaghetti strap dress that fell just below her knees. The top of her hair held in place with a clip, as the rest of it was down. Her naturally wavy hair was accentuated with artificial curls she had achieved with her curling iron.

“Why aren’t you dancing, Rose.” The newly crowned Homecoming king found his way to the bored girl. “Who goes to a dance and doesn’t dance?”

“Waiting for someone…” Rose muttered, looking around a bit.

“Come on, still? After what he did to you?” Whitney shook his head, gazing at the shorter girl. “You should be happy that barnyard hillbilly didn’t show.”

“We all live in the same small town, Whitney. You’re one to talk.” Rose scoffed. “And he’s going to come. He promised.”

“Not likely,” Whitney snickered.

“What do you mean by that?” Rose asked, setting down her cup. A pit in her stomach formed, she had a terrible feeling.

He just stared in response, hoping she would just drop the question all together.

“Whitney.” She stepped forward, taking a deep breath in order to calm herself down. “What did you do?”

“I-“

“You’re driving me to Riley fields right now,” She began to walk towards the exit.

“What do I tell Lana?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Rose turned to face him again. “Maybe that you strung up our friend, half naked, in a field on one of the coldest nights of the season?”

“You can’t pin that on me. You have no proof I’m guilty.”

“Oh, you little fucker,” Rose patted him down. Once she found his keys, she raised her hand and slapped the back of his head. Whitney winced in pain.

“What’s going on, guys?” Lana had noticed the commotion from across the room and decided to investigate.

“Nothing, babe.” Whitney rubbed the spot rose had smacked, causing Lana to inspect it herself. “Rose just needs some air. Isn’t that right, Rose?”

“Yeah,” Rose scoffed, rolling her eyes. She turned on her heel and began to walk away “If I don’t come back, I drove Whitney’s van into the lake.”

“Don’t-“ Rose flipped him off as she continued walking to the exit. “Do whatever you want, it’s fine.”

Rose drove through the town, as quickly as she could without getting pulled over. Riley Fields happened to be right next to the LuthorCorp Fertilizer Plant. She pulled over just outside both locations and stepped out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of a sports car, but she thought nothing of it, there were more important issues at hand.

“CLARK!” She shouted as she ventured into the cornfield, her hands cupped around her mouth. “CLARK, IT’S ROSE!”

She soon made it to a clearing. A post stood in the middle of it, rope dangling from it. She sighed in relief, someone already untied him.

“You just missed him,” A smooth voice sounded from behind her, making Rose jump and turn around. “Were you the one who did this?”

The man before her was young, about 21. He had a medium build. She could tell from the suit and the sports car that he was rich, but she didn’t have to infer that. She knew who he was. She read enough Daily Planet to recognize Lex Luthor when she saw him.

“No,” She pulled her crocheted shawl tightly around her body, suddenly feeling a bit too revealing. “As soon as I found out he was this year’s scarecrow, I rushed over to get him down.”

“Are you a friend of Clarks?”

“Yes… a friend. I’m his friend.”

“What’s your name?”

“We’ve met before.”

“You’ll have to refresh my memory,” Lex smiled politely. “I think I’d remember if I met someone like you.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a dance to give,” Rose ignored his comment, turning on her heel and walking back into the fields.

“Good luck on your little crush,” Lex shouted. “You must be Rosalie.”

She shuddered as she closed the door to the van after getting in. Nothing but bad news, Rose thought as she started the car. Keep an eye on Lex Luthor.

She walked through the gymnasium, searching for the tall gentleman who had just escaped his own prison. Rose folded her arms as she watched all the couples dance. Right back to square one. She grinned happily as she saw Chloe and Pete dancing together. They made a handsome couple.

Rose’s eyes darted to the door as she felt a gaze on her. The door closed as her eyes fell on it. She furrowed her eyebrows, sighing. She looked down at her feet and rubbed her arm. Rose figured he just went home after everything. Hell, I would too. She thought to herself. It would be the rational thing to do.

“Oh, he didn’t show?” Lana walked up to Rose, holding Whitney’s hand.

Rose shook her head in response. “Hey, Whitney? Could you drop me off at the Kents’ instead tonight?”

“Good idea,” said Lana as she snapped her fingers. “So you can beat him up.”

“Yeah,” Rose chuckled halfheartedly. “Something like that.”

Rose stepped out of Whitney’s van, shooting the driver a venomous glance before slamming the door shut. Lana was still confused as to why her boyfriend and her cousin were fighting, but she didn’t want to anger Rose by asking. Not after the night she had. Rose looked up at the window of Clark’s barn loft. She swallowed around nothing and she inhaled deeply. She noted the light escaping the window, confirming Clark’s presence up there. Whitney’s van pulled away, towards Rose’s home. She briefly glanced at it as they drove away. Her attention shifted back to the loft. She took one more breath before taking her first step.

(Cue Everything by Lifehouse)

She climbed up the steps she had so many times before. Only this time, her steps felt heavier. It was almost difficult, she could feel her own reluctance. She wanted to face Clark, but was she even ready to? Did she even really want to? Was that her desire? To see him. After everything? Her mind went blank as she reached the top. There he was. Blue pullover, a crimson red t-shirt peeking out the top. He was staring out the window, spaced out in the middle of the room. He was lost in thought. Rose noted the radio was on, it happened to be a song she enjoyed. Lifehouse always reminded her of Clark.

“I love this song,” she stated, stepping from the stairs, making her presence known. Clark jumped at the sound.

“Rose!” Clark’s cheeks flushed as he turned to face her. He muttered “you’re real, right?”

“What do you mean by that?” Rose smiled softly.

“Nothing,” Clark replied, stepping closer to her. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Really?” Rose’s head tilted up to look at him. “I would’ve thought you didn’t want to see me after Whitney did that to you.”

“You knew?”

“I found out at the dance, practically flew halfway across town trying to save you,” Rose searched his eyes, she didn’t realize how close they were. “Turns out you didn’t need saving.”

“You ran from the school to Riley Fields?” He tilted his head, trying to wrap it around the idea.

“I stole Whitney’s van,” Rose smirked. “scraped it a little too.”

“What happened to not wanting to be driven by someone who doesn’t have a license?”

“I was trying to save you!” Rose exclaimed. “Besides, it’s different when it’s me.”

“I wouldn’t trust you behind the wheel. Your road rage is a safety hazard for everyone around you.” They both shared a laugh.

“Listen, Clark,” Rose started. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get there faster.”

“It’s alright you didn’t save me, Rosalie,” He brought his hand up, tucking her hair behind her ear. He admired the blush that crept up her cheeks at his touch. “As long as you saved me that dance.”

“I-I did…”

“Perfect.”

He pulled away, briefly to turn the knob on his stereo. The volume increased as he did so. Clark turned back to Rose, carefully pulling her to him by the waist. Her breath hitched as her chest met his toned middle. With his free hand, he lifted her arm, moving down it to catch her own hand. She placed her left hand on his shoulder, letting him take the lead. She moved closer, eyes fixed on his chest in an attempt to hide her now beet red face. Clark took the opportunity to lean his cheek on her head. Rose closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the fleeting moment they were sharing. She noted everything, committing it to memory. The smell of his cologne. The way his jaw flexed and relaxed against her temple. His firm, but oddly gentle grip on her waist. His voice as he softly sang along to the lyrics.

Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

I hope you enjoyed this first episode. This story is adapted from my Desired Reality. You can follow me on TikTok @reikuns.realities

#Smallville #Clark Kent #Rosalie Potter #Superman #Shifting Realities #Smallville DR #Desired Reality #Clark Kent x OC #Clark Kent imagine #Clark Kent fanfiction #Tom Welling #Tom Welling!Clark Kent #Smallville!Clark Kent #It’s Not Easy #Reikun’s Realities

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New Stamps

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Oc is on a trip away from work and feels bad for missing out on the post drink fetching trip chatter in the elevator with Clark Kent and decides to write him a letter.

Two weeks of odd silence randomly in his day that had him on edge had passed and Clark is a bit puzzled at the out of place colorful envelope delivered to him at his workplace. Aloofly he uses his miniature film replica sword letter opener to open said envelope and see it’s from oc when there’s a Polaroid picture of them beside a really big frog shaped rock they found on a hike.

‘Hey Clark

So I went on a trip and thought the elevator might be a bit quiet.’ Already he could feel the awkward pause taken after writing that line and couldn’t help but smirk to himself in amusement. ‘Found this really cool rock, and some stamps I am obsessed with at the post office here. Had more to say but I seem to have forgotten it, you may get two letters from me.’

To himself he chuckled in pulling the envelope out from under the letter to be surprisingly impressed by the agreeably interesting stamp used on said letter.

Cue the next morning when he now knows why the elevator does in fact seem quiet to him on his own. There’s another letter. He opened it to find the only thing on it is,

‘Hey Clark,

This one’s holographic!’

Including a picture of them hiding behind a car taking a picture through the windows of a massive moose that was eating someone’s veggies out of their front garden. Followed by a second with them inside of a kayak with a moose swimming in the background that had the words ‘Making Friends, or possible stalker’ on the back of it.

And a third letter the next day had him laugh aloud as it had oc in the middle of a sea of crows and ravens. Captioned, ‘Murder and Conspiracies all about.’

And to himself he had to wonder, just what as Clark Kent, could he write back to them as interesting as this in return if he could find the nerve.

#letters #coffee fix #stamps #veggie thief #frog rock #Clark Kent x oc #Clark Kent

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Always The Second Choice Chapter 1: … Ready For It?

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Typing.

Typing.

Typing.

Laughing. 

Sighing.

Groaning.

Silence. 

Music. 

Putting her headphones back on, Lily continued working on the layout for the next day’s newspaper. The world around her disappeared when she let the music take over her senses.

Humming under her breath, Lily kept working until her eyes strained and her back hurt. She groans when she straightens and looks around and sees that the majority of the staff has gone home. It’s then that she also realizes she had worked through her lunch.

The articles had been sent in and Lily worked on them. The main article was about Superman and his latest rescue. Next to it Lily decided to place the article about Lex Luthor and Lex Corporation’s latest technological endeavor.

She heads towards Jimmy’s desk to ask if he had any plans for the evening. She sees he’s talking to Clark about Lois so she heads back to her desk. Her cousin had snagged one of the most eligible bachelors in Metropolis, but then she left him to pursue her dream job overseas.

Lily couldn’t blame her cousin for pursuing her dream. What she could blame her was not giving Clark a choice in the matter.

Then again Lily knew she harbored a bit of resentment for Lois as she always seemed to get everything Lily wanted and worked for.

Lily returned to her desk and sent an internal instant message to Jimmy that she would be taking the train home. 

LL: Hey! Gonna head on home. Wasn’t sure if you had plans but it’ll be 🎥 night. Was thinking of Top Gun. 😍

JO: Mind if Clark joins? He’s got no plans and wanted to do something. 

Her heart begins to race and, unbeknownst to her, someone else can hear it. 

LL: I… 😶 Yeah sure he can join. He’ll just have to bring his own snacks 🍿🍕🌮.

JO: I’ll be sure to tell him. 😆 

Lily saves her work and clocks out before leaving. She tightens her coat around her when the cold air hits her. She’s walking to the train station when she feels like she’s being followed. 

She slowly speeds up but the feeling doesn’t go away. It’s not until she’s near the train station when she’s pulled into an alley and the thief demands her purse and jewelry.

Lily knew better than to try and fight or even call out for help. The street was empty and the offices around had all been closed already.

“Here take my bag!” She removes her crossbody bag and hands it to the thief.

“Your jewelry too!” The thief yells.

Lily shakes her head. “They’re all fake. They’re worthless.”

That didn’t please the thief and he punches her face a few times, to shut her up. He then yanks the necklace and pulls at the small hoop earrings she was wearing, leaving small cuts on her neck and causing her piercings to bleed.

Quickly, the thief digs the knife into Lily’s side. However, with her heavy coat and the adrenaline rush, Lily doesn’t immediately feel the sting of the blade nor the blood running down her side.

The thief punches her again and takes off running. Lily can feel one of her eyes shutting close. She uses the sleeve of her coat to clean up the blood from the cut under her eye. She stumbles a bit as she starts walking to the station. 

‘Luckily I kept my phone and cards in my jeans,’ she thinks as she makes her way to the train station. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Superman stopping another robbery from happening.

“Fuck… I’m not even worthy of being helped by Superman… I’m not Lois,” she whispers to herself as she sits down on the bench, upon reaching the station.

A chuckle is heard next to her. Lily jumps back in surprise. “Not a fan of Superman?”

Lily just scoffs and shakes her head. “Not that… Just… It's true that justice is blind. Not everyone gets saved.” She goes to the vending machine and purchases a cold soda to place against her face.

“Can I give you a ride home?”

“Sorry. I don’t accept rides from strangers, especially one that’s at a train station.”

“You don’t know who I am?” The man asks.

“Does it look like I care? I just got robbed. I got punched and I have no idea who you are so please just leave me alone.”

The handsome, bald man just stares at her in shock. Everyone in Metropolis knew and feared him. “You really don’t know who I am?” He asks again with a smirk.

Lily stands to move again, but her body betrays her and her vision becomes blurry causing her to stumble forward. 

“Whoa whoa. You’re not okay. Look, my car is coming. Just let me take you home,” he says, the edge of teasing gone from his voice.

Lily can only nod. “Okay…” She can feel the stranger lift her in his arms and she tiredly closes her eyes.

“Luthor! Get your hands off her!” 

Lex turns and growls at the man before him. “You weren’t there to protect her… Superman,” he spits out the name.

In an instant, Superman is at Lex’s side. Growling, he asks “What did you do to her?” 

“I just found her here. She mentioned about getting robbed,” Lex calmly explains. 

Superman tells Lex to put Lily down. 

Lex starts to but when he feels the stickiness at her side his grip on her tightens. He yanks open her coat. “She’s bleeding! I’m taking her to the hospital!”

*******

Running. 

Panting. 

Shouting.

Hiding. 

Shooting.

Lily’s breath is shallow. She closes her eyes to focus on the sounds around her. She focuses on the set of footsteps running towards her. She opens her eyes and turns when the person is just a small distance from her. Her finger releases the trigger. “Got you!” 

Jimmy groans. “Aww come on Lils! I thought we were best friends!”

The lights around them turn on. “There’s no friends in laser tag, James.” 

Jimmy dramatically gasps. “You did not just call me James!” He then starts laughing along with Lily. 

The lights soon start flashing to announce a new round. Lily and Jimmy head to their respective sides. Both were excited that Perry accepted their idea of laser tag as a team building exercise. It was either that or a day stuck in the conference room talking. 

Lily pulls her mask down and takes a look around the room to reevaluate where the best angles are for getting her coworkers. However, there was also someone else that was scoping out all HER angles and small curves.

Just as the lights go down, Lily feels herself getting pulled against a strong chest. “Shh my little flower.” String but gentle hands give her hips a soft squeeze. Her admirer also keeps his mask on but Lily recognizes the ring on the left hand.

Lex steps away and extends his hand while leading her to a hidden corner. Immediately they both remove their masks and he presses her against the wall. Both their chests are rising at the interaction. 

“Alexander…” Lily says out in warning.

He growls and kisses her deeply. “That’s not what I told you to call me.”

“That’s your name,” Lily replies smirking but her comment is turned into a soft moan when he starts kissing and sucking on her neck.

“What’s my name again, my little flower?” He growls against her ear.

Heat and need rushes to her core. Lily feels her knees buckle. “L-Lex.”

“That’s it,” he says as his left hand starts undoing her jeans. He keeps the laser gun in his right hand, should anyone come and find them. 

“Lex! We can’t do this here… Someone could find us.” Lily says with little conviction. The thrill of getting caught excites them both. 

“Well, we’ll just have to risk it and be as quiet as possible,” he says as he slips his hand down the front of her pants, causing her to gasp and throw her head back. 

“Mmmm. So warm and wet just for me… How long have you been thinking about me Lily?” 

Lily wraps her arms around Lex’s neck and kisses him deeply. “Right there,” she pants out. He continues to kiss on her neck as he slides a second finger in. 

When the cold of his ring hits her clit, she clenches tighter around his fingers. “Lily… Talk to me. Tell me how good it feels.”

“S-S-so fucking good…” she says as she feels herself nearing that point of no return. “I’m close, Lex…” she groans out.

As her body starts to go over the edge, Lily wakes up with a jolt, panting and looking around the room. Her body was covered in sweat and her head was hurting. 

She lifts her hand and finds an IV drip. She looks over to the bags. “Pain meds always give me intense dreams.”

“Now just were you dreaming about?” Jimmy asks.

“How’d you get here? How’d I get here?”

Jimmy goes to sit next to her side. “I got a call from you. Well… your phone. A man said he brought you to the hospital so I came over with Clark.”

Lily slowly turns to look at them. “Wh…Who brought me?”

Jimmy hesitates for a moment when he senses and sees Clark tense next to him. “Luthor. Lex Luthor. He found you and brought you… And-” 

“And I’m back to keep you company,” says a smooth voice at the door.

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So Anxious

Another story for Kinktober! (Again I’m not really following a list lol I’m doing my own thing) Enjoy babies 🤎🧡

***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Cursing , Alcohol Consumption, Dry Humping , Fingering , Smut , Alien/Human Sex , Praise Kink , Dirty Talk , Role Playing (Superman & Goddess) , Suggestive Behavior/Dancing

Pairings: Clark Kent x Cardíerre James (Nicki Minaj)

Description: Cardíerre & Clark throw a Halloween Party!

Word Count: 3.8K

Song(in order): Water by Tyla , So Anxious By Ginuwine

One Shot

Cardierre sighed heavily as she looked down at her watch. She grumbled to herself as she pulled the sandwich tray out of the refrigerator, ‘Where the hell is he?’ Clark wasn’t the type to be unpunctual. He was pretty good with time.

She couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was concerned about his costume. But she assured him that he didn’t have to show up with a costume. After all, this was just as much his party as it was hers.

Her phone chimed on, alerting her that her guests were now arriving. Putting her worries to the side for just a moment, she clapped her hands together, jumping up and down in excitement.

‘One second!’ She rushed to the downstairs half bathroom and adjusted her cleavage in her bra and her skirt.

The doorbell rang once before she practically ran to the front door. Unlocking the door, she pulled it to the side in a hurry with a happy grin on her face. She was hoping it was Clark, but in fact the complete opposite. She raised a brow, perplexed about this unexpected arrival.

‘Bruce? What the hell are you doing here?’ He wore a regular black tailored suit with a trench coat. Nothing out of the ordinary from him. She should’ve expected that.

Her close friend stepped from the side of the house with a devious grin. She was dressed up as Mystique from X-Men. Painted down to every detail and every accessory, she put Jennifer Lawrence to shame. ‘Now why would you think we’d pass this up hmm?’

Cardi screamed happily as she extended her arms before the girls embraced in a warm hug. It had been quite some time since they’ve all seen one another. She was residing in Gotham still and since Cardi’s promotion, it was hard to take some time off to go see her closest friends.

‘Oh my god! I’m so glad you guys were able to make it! I was preparing for the worst out here!’ She giggled before looking over at Bruce and raising a brow, ‘You couldn’t get him to dress up at least?’

‘I tried. Trust me.’ Helena giggled as she gave Bruce a gentle elbow at his arm.

‘Wishful thinking. He’s been like this since we’ve been kids. Come on! Go inside and make yourself at home!’ She stepped to the side and smiled even wider when a few more guests walked up her walkway.

Stepping out of the way completely, she told everyone to make themselves comfortable and that they could help themselves with all the snacks she’d made and had catered for them.

Standing on the porch, she let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her watch once again. It was 7:45PM. He was extremely late.

Rolling her eyes, she stormed back into her house to see that the party was in full swing. People from her job, old and new friends were making conversation with one another. This was all going so well and it was so perfect. She was just missing her most important piece. Her man.

Helena walked over to her, her head falling to the side as she noticed that something wasn’t right about the place. But with the somber look on her friend’s gorgeous face, it immediately clicked. ‘Hey, where’s Clark?’

Cardierre sighed and shrugged her shoulders, ‘I don’t know, Lena. It’s 10 til and he hasn’t shown up yet. What if the bad guys got to him? And I’m here helpless…’

‘What? Girl, ain’t nobody snatching Clark big ass off of the streets. He’s built like a goddamn tank and not to mention… There's something about him that stands out from everyone else. Ain't no way they’d pick him.’

She scoffed at the joke, trying not to laugh but she was right. ‘Yeah… He is a big guy ain’t he? Ion know I just know he’s not irresponsible like this. I know he said he didn’t like his costume but.. It’s not that deep. Hell, I don’t even know what the costume looks like!’

‘Well, you know men. They’re probably harder on themselves than anyone else. You see the shit didn’t work with Bruce.’ Helena jerked her chin towards Bruce who stood secluded in the far right corner of the room by the kitchen, ‘That fool gave me the ultimatum of not going if I forced that Magneto costume on him.’

The girls cackled with one another for a second. ‘Here. Where’s your phone? Go call him? It is the last Saturday before Halloween. There’s a ton of parties being thrown and he is probably just sitting in traffic.’

She let out a gentle sigh and nodded, ‘Yeah. You’re right girl. I’ll go call him now.’

As soon as she picked up her phone another Ring camera notification chimed on her phone. She opened it up to see a tall being pacing back and forward by the garage. They sported a huge black cape. She assumed that it was another guest who probably got lost or was just nervous as hell to walk into the party. Perhaps they thought they’d look ridiculous!

They couldn’t have been that bad. There was the Scarecrow from The Wiz here, Mystique, Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat, A Mickey & Minnie Mouse…And about a dozen more characters. And then there was Bruce… dressed as… Bruce.

No one could look as ridiculous as he did in this moment. Sticking out like a sore thumb.

She placed her phone down before she walked towards the front door. When she walked out to the porch deck, she took a deep breath and walked to the right side where the individual was standing there like a statue. ‘Hey! You know the party is on the inside right? Why don’t you come inside! We have beer, liquor, food,... candy?’

He didn’t speak for a long moment before slowly turning around to face her. ‘Cardi.’

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. ‘Clark!? Baby, is that you?!’ She quickly rushed off of the deck and stopped in her tracks. She took in the moment to really drink him in.

‘Well…’ He said as he extended his arms for her to get a good look at him. ‘What do you think?’

Other than the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, she couldn’t understand why he looked so much like the one the world knew as Kal-El. She couldn’t even explain the enthrallment she felt for him at this moment. Just swooning like a teenage girl admiring her crush.

Completely speechless.

‘I knew it. I look ridiculous.’ Clark sighed as he placed one hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head.

‘What?! What? Baby, baby no!’ She rushed over to him. ‘You just… you look just like him.’ She snaked her arm around his small waist as she reached up to cup his jaw. ‘You look amazing.’ Cardi grinned before her happy brown eyes studied his eyes for a second before they drifted down to his chest. There sat that infamous “S” but in silver.

‘Since when did Superman wear black? Where did you even get this?! Is this the costume you were so concerned about?!’ She asked in wonder.

Clark was shaken out of his thoughts with her voice. He looked down at his chest as she traced the intricate detailing of the letter. It even felt familiar. ‘As far as I know… he doesn’t. But actually I…’ he paused for a second, ‘I had a friend make this for me.’

Perhaps he called his father his friend.

‘Well, it’s beautiful. And Unique! Most certainly puts that Bright blue to shame. I bet if he were here, he’d probably try to shake you up for it.’ She giggled.

‘Probably.’ Clark laughed as he reached his hand behind her head; his fingers getting lost in her blown out hair. His other hand rested on her hip. ‘You look absolutely irresistible right now. I think it might be a little harder to focus with all these people around tonight.’ His grin remained.

‘Oh? Are we playing a little game?’

‘It can be whatever you want it to be, baby.’

Cardi bit into her glossed bottom lip before she pulled his face down to meet her in a tantalizing kiss. Slipping her tongue into his warm mouth, she welcomed his in return as they held onto one another a little bit tighter.

Then, when she broke the kiss, she let out a deep breath before letting out a giddy giggle. ‘C’mon.’ She said as she grabbed his hand and started walking backwards, ‘We can’t keep our guests waiting.’

Once inside of the party, all eyes were on him.

Bruce stood up straight, his stormy blue eyes damn near popping out of his head, ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

Helena looked up from pouring two glasses of Pink Whitney and lemonade to see Cardi and Clark walking into the party. A huge grin of happiness curled on her face but also, she was admiring how amazing his costume looked.

She walked up to the both of them, ‘Wooow. Damn Clark! How much are they paying you at the Planet?! That’s a good lookin’ costume there.’ She grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

‘Thanks– Helena. Since you're here, I’d assume Bruce has come too, yes?’

‘Mmmhmm. He’s over there in the corner hidin’ like a Bat in a cave. You should go speak to him.’

Clark’s eyes landed on Bruce who was staring at him with a “BE FUCKING SERIOUS” glare written all over his face. ‘I’ll go say Hi. He doesn’t look like he’s having a good time. Maybe I should cheer him up.’ He looked down at Cardi, ‘Be good.’ He winked.

‘No promises!’ Cardierre grinned as she watched him walk off to be with his friend. A smile plastered on her face like the joker. She was so infatuated! It was as if what she was sad about earlier never even mattered.

Helena stared at her friend for a second before looking over at Clark. ‘Well, what happened?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean did you scold him about being late?’

‘No. I’m not his mother, Lena.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘It was exactly what I thought it was. The costume. He swore up and down that he looked ridiculous.’

‘What? Ridiculous? Do you not see your man?!’ Both of the girls looked over at Clark talking to Bruce. Yeah, they were gawking.

‘Are those all his muscles?!’ Helena asked curiously, squinting her eyes trying to better her vision.

Cardi’s mouth fell as she tried not to laugh before slapping her friend on the arm, ‘Yes! They are! As far as I know anyway.’ She giggled.

Helena giggled as she held the second cup out towards her, ‘Here. You drink this. It’ll take for me to shove this cup down Bruce’s throat for him to drink this mess.’

‘Thanks.’ Cardi giggled before taking a big gulp of the strong drink.

After a little while longer, the party was jumping and thumping! People were all around, dancing, singing, eating– having the time of their lives! Clark and Bruce pretty much stayed glued to one another’s hips the whole night. All until Cardierre got a little bit looser than usual.

Water by Tyla started playing and she began to let the music take over her body. She was dancing with Helena, rocking and grinding her hips with her friend. And once she caught Clark’s atlantic blue eyes staring at her through the crowd, she placed her hands on her body and began to caress herself.

Helena decided to turn up the notch to make Clark lose his mind. She took the water bottle off the bartop and poured it down Cardierre’s back and her chest. ‘WHOOOOO!’ The guests began to cheer as she rolled and rocked her hips like a belly dancer.

‘AYO CLARK! COME GET YA GIRL!’

Clark and Bruce watched closely as the scene unfolded before them. Clark reached out and carefully grabbed Bruce’s shirt, ‘Control yourself… Your woman is here.’

Cardi laughed happily as she and her friend gave one another a high five. She then skipped off to the kitchen to make herself another drink. They ran out of plastic cups so that would require her to go in the pantry.

She pulled the door open and walked inside to grab the unopened container of cups. When she turned back around, Clark was standing at the door with his big, sturdy arms folded across his chest. His head was cocked to the side, eyes wandering her body that was covered in a thin sheet of water with a few drops here and there.

‘I know what you’re doing and you’re not going to get away with it, Cardierre.’

Ooh! Her government! He meant business.

‘I-I don’t know what you mean, Clarky-Pooh.’ She gave him a goofy grin. ‘Now, can you get out my way so I can tend to our guests?’ She carefully pushed past him. But not before he could grab her by her arms and pull her back into his brawny frontside.

She gasped at the sudden movement, looking up at him as he pressed his hardened member against her back. He looked down at her with a slightly amused look on his face, ‘Do you see what you’re doing to me? Ever since I saw you tonight I’ve been thinking about bending you over that dining room table.’

Cardi giggled as she licked at her lips, ‘Baby, not in front of the guests.’ she pressed her ass against him once more and grind her hips on him, ‘I’m sure you can wait til the party’s over…’ She stopped, ‘Right?’

Clark closed his eyes, letting out a frustrated grunt before his forehead rested on top of her head. ‘Yes..’ He sighed as he released his hold on her. ‘I can wait. Go ahead and do your thing. Let me adjust myself.’ He let out an embarrassed sigh as he stepped into the pantry and closed the door.

Letting out an evil laugh, she walked back to the central area of the party to see Bruce and Helena getting well acquainted on the dancefloor. She smiled softly, so happy to see both of her close friends developing a relationship. She thought it was cute.

Shortly after, she felt Clark place his hand on her hip before placing a cute little kiss on her cheek then her head. ‘Are you having a good time baby? Was it everything you expected it to be?’

She smiled softly and looked up at him, ‘And more. Our first Halloween party and everybody looks like they are having a wonderful time. Most of all though,’ She turned around to face her lover, ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

‘Yeah?’ Clark smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, ‘Well what you gonna do to make use of my presence?’

‘Why should I tell you when I can just show you?’ She raised a brow with a dark, drunken smirk.

Clark looked away, letting out a chuckle before looking down at her once again, ‘Alright. That’s it.’ And he quickly scooped down, wrapped his arms around her thighs and threw her over her shoulder.

‘AHHH! CLARK!’ Cardi giggled out loud before he landed a smack on her ass.

‘Hush!’ He exclaimed as he walked out of the kitchen and walked through the crowd.

Bruce and Helena watched as Clark carried Cardi across the room.

‘Oh! Everyone! Enjoy the party! Just got to have a conversation with my woman in the bathroom!’

Cardi laughed as she gave the room a thumbs up.

***

Clark placed her down on the sink before he walked over and locked the door. Slowly turning to look at her as she adjusted herself on the sink. ‘I’ve warned you already. Why do you insist on teasing me all night mama? How is that fair?’

‘Because I think it’s funny. Plus, I wanted to see how long Superman can go before he loses his shit over me.’ She grinned as she slowly spread her thighs.

‘Well it didn’t take long now did it? You got what you wanted. Now it’s my turn.’ He said darkly as he closed in the gap and stood between her thighs. ‘Goddammit. I’m an lucky son of a bitch huh?’ He growled as his large hands caressed her thick smooth thighs.

‘More like blessed… Now, stop talking and give me a kiss daddy.’

Clark grinned as he placed another animalistic kiss upon her lips. His hands desperately reached up the sides of her thighs and tugged at the hips of her panties then dropped them to the ground. He reached between her thighs as he broke the kiss, resting his fingertips on her erected nub, ‘You’re warm and wet… are you ready for me? You think you can handle me, Goddess?’

She grinned darkly, her eyes glaring at him with pure desire, ‘What’s a man to a God?’

He chuckled seductively, ‘I figured you’d say that.’ And he shoved his middle and ring finger inside of her. Easily finding a warm and cozy home there as he curled them upwards.

‘Fuuuck.’ Her head fell back against the mirror as she felt her body grow numb with pleasure. ‘Yes, Superman!’

He used his free hand to pull her top down, exposing her pretty perky breasts. Not wasting another second, he quickly wrapped his lips around her nipple.

‘Shiiit.’

Clark was so damn hard he could probably cut through rocks. But the way he was going to use her… he was going to have to ask his Lord and Savior to forgive him.

‘Aaaah, fuck Clark you’re gonna make me cum.’ She gripped the edge of the sink for stability. She began to heave and hiccup as her body began to succumb to his magic.

‘Ooh already little Goddess?’ He hissed through his teeth as he rubbed at her G-spot faster, coaxing her orgasm out of her. He then used his thumb to rub her clit with the pad of his thumb. He groaned against her soft, supple tits.

‘OH! FUCK!’ she exclaimed before she placed her hand over her mouth, watching as he practically stole her orgasm from her. But she wasn’t mad.

He smirked as he pulled her hand down away from her face, ‘Goddesses deserved to be heard.’ He reached behind himself and unzipped his suit, pushing it down to his knees. He was standing at full attention for her. ‘Don’t you agree?’

Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, she let out a shuddered sigh and nodded, ‘I do agree.’

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her down from the sink, turned her around and placed her knee on the cool porcelain. He moved the skirt from off of her and smooth his hand over her ass. He then landed a hard smack against her rump.

‘OOP!’ Cardi giggled and looked back at her lover. ‘Is Superman going to show me that brute strength?’

Clark smirked and grabbed his member, ‘Is that what the Goddess wants?’ He pressed the tip of his member against her honeyed slit and began to sink her hips into her.

Cardi let out a sharp gasp as she embraced his length. Her head fell back to look up at him as he bottomed out into her. ‘Augh! Uh-huuuh.’ She breathed out, clenching her teeth together as she braced herself for the work he was about to put on her.

He grabbed her jaw, as he leaned down and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He began to roll his hips into her at a slow and steady rhythm. He hummed against her lips as his free hand reached up to grope at her breast.

She moaned into his mouth as he began to pick up the pace and adjust the rhythm of his hips. When she broke the kiss, she kept her eyes on him as her brain tried to keep up with the pleasure her body was enduring. ‘Gods baby! You feel so fucking good!’ She gritted through her teeth as she leaned forward to grip the sink better.

‘Yeah? Damn you’re so fucking tight baby. Ugh, you take me so fucking well.’ He groaned as he landed another smack on her ass before placing his massive hands on her small waist for stability.

‘UGH! Fuck! Oooh you’re gonna make me cum already! Hoooh my goood! Yessss!’ Her walls began to spazz and throb around his member; making it tighter for him and more sensitive for her. She gripped the sink tightly as her orgasm began to rock her from her core.

Clark laughed crudely, taunting her as he fucked her through her orgasm, in turn doubling the pleasure she had from the previous one. ‘Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful baby. Such a good little Goddess for me?’

‘Yes! I’m a good little Goddess daddy! Ugh, fuck!’

‘That’s my little Goddess.’ He reached forward and gripped her hair, pulling her back towards his torso. ‘You think you were just going to wear that costume and not get punished for it?!’ He growled in her ear as he plunged into her harder and faster.

Unfortunately for Cardi, she was practically wheezing as he went in on her. Taking deep breaths and groans, her mouth felt like cotton. ‘N-no!’ She mewed out like a kitten. It felt so goddamn good, and she just knew the after care would be immaculate.

‘I can’t hear you little Goddess.’ He huffed in her ear, ‘You’re gonna have to speak up for me!’

‘NO! CLARK! PLEASE! DON’T STOP, PLEASE!’ she begged as she reached back and dug her pointy nails into his muscular thigh.

He wrapped his strong arm around her waist, hiding his face in her shoulder as he felt his own milky orgasm sneaking up on him too. ‘Fuck. Does Superman’s little Goddess want him to breed that pretty little pussy?’ He then bit into her shoulder gently.

‘Yes! Please, please Kal-El! Fill me up!’

There was something about her calling him by his Kryptonian name that just turned him on so much more. Perhaps it was the way her southern accent rolled with it. It just sent him on a quick downward spiral. His hips bucked sloppily as he began to tense up. ‘Ugh!’ he gritted his teeth together as he held her body close to his, emptying all of himself into her. ‘Uhhhh fuck!’ His thighs trembled, his knees buckled.

Cardi let out a heavy breath as her body relaxed against his. ‘Fuck.’ Then, she looked back at him with a drunken smile spread across her lips. ‘I fucking love you.’ She laughed.

‘No more than I could possibly love you Little Goddess.’ He chuckled tiredly as he placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

***

After the couple freshened themselves up and put themselves back together, they walked down the stairs to rejoin the party. It almost seemed as if they weren’t missed because the party was still full of life!

Clark and Cardi shared one more kiss before splitting up. He went to hangout with Bruce as she went to grab a bottle of water from the cooler.

‘Well if it ain’t Mr. And Mrs. “Mink, Mink, Mink”.’ Helena walked up with her hands on her hips, ‘You know I heard yall loud and clear right? Hell, most of the party did.’

‘Oh.’ She giggled and gave her an apologetic smile, ‘I’m sorry but, you can do whatever you wanna do when it’s your house.’ She teased.

‘I knew your ass would say something so asinine.’ Lena retorted, ‘Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. Who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again after tonight.’

‘Sounds like a plan to me.’

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