#a car a tourch a death

[cold-violet]

The air begins to feel a little thin

[rosiestalez]

I See Red

TomWelling!Superman x afab!reader

Word Count: 664

A/N: Smallville (as Lois would call him) has been aged up to be 20. Post graduating highschool. I’m only on season 4 at the moment so the characters are only from the first 4 seasons (also not my gif!).

Warnings: Little bit of RedKryptonite!Clark, suggestive language, angsty asf, bad grammar, mention of family member death. I think that’s it!

Happy Reading!

It was one hell of a stormy day in Smallville, closely imitating twister weather. You’re sitting up in the Kent Hay loft watching the rain pound over the farm, it was relaxing. This weather put your mind an ease, you weren’t thinking about school, the Talon, or Clark. You hear a voice, you jump turning to face the one calling you.

“Hey!”, Chloe waves, “Sorry, I- didn’t mean to spook you.” She smiles walking to sit across from you on the bay window seat. “I heard you were staying with the Kent’s, and I wanted to drop by and check on you, I know things have been rough since Clark disappeared.” She reaches her hand to your shoulder.

“I’m okay”, you flash a fake smile turning you gaze back to the rolling rain. “How’s Lana?”, eyes still fixed on the rain.

“She’s not great, but she’s also not okay”, Chloe removes her hand from your shoulder.

“Oh”, is all you can muster up.

“Why don’t you go talk to her, and ask her for yourself?”, this question removes your eyes from the downpour.

“Why? She’s not talking to me. She thinks I’M the reason Clark left.”

“I doubt that’s true, y/n. You’re her BEST friend.”

“WAS”, you sneer.

“No IS”, she replies. “I think you should go to the Talon, and TALK to her.” She stands up, grabs your arm tugging you off the seat. “Gosh you’re so weird, I would definitely put you on my SECRET wall of weird if you’re weren’t human.”, you roll your eyes. Your body is hesitant to stand up but you finally do, following Chloe out of the Hayloft. “You and Clark are really are perfect for each other.”

“Yeah, I guess so”, you chuckle. You file into Chloe’s new red beetle and head into town. After while, the rain soaks back up into the clouds, and you are finally at Lana’s coffee shop. Your heart pounding with anxiety, “I don’t want to do this, I have nothing to say to her.”

“Oh yes you do”, Chloe got out of the drivers side walking around to you and pulling you out of the car. You entered the shop, you pick out the table farthest from the bar where Lana is cleaning the after math of the rainstorm rush.

“Chloe, I don’t want to be here.” You put your head down on the table and let out a long winded dramatic whine.

“That sucks, but you guys need to talk”, she rubs your back. “HEY! Lana!”, she waves her over. Lana walks over smiling, you lift your head up smiling back.

“Hey! Chloe! Y/n!”, she exclaims, she doesn’t see upset at all, or maybe she’s putting on face to save Chloe some embarrassment. “Usuals?”

“YES?”, you and Chloe exclaim in unison.

“Got it! Two. VANILLA iced lattes coming up!”, she walks away making her way back to the coffee bar.

“See, she’s not upset! You’re fine.”, Chloe gestures.

“She doesn’t seem like it, but Lana has always been good at putting on a face. You and I both know that”, you respond.

After about 5 minutes Lana returns with three blue coffee mugs, “I need a break, I think I’m gonna join you girls for some coffee, if you don’t mind!”, she sits down in the chair across from you and Chloe.

“Totally!”, Chloe states. You guys chat for a bit about school, life, and nothing about Clark; you preferred this. Lana has been your best friend since Kindergarten, and you guys have made it a point to not let petty one sided drama get in between your friendship. The Clark situation left as quickly as it came. Chloe was shocked at the lack of Clark talk, maybe she wanted some drama for her Tourch gossip.

After your coffee dinner you ended up back at the Kent’s getting ready for bed, 5 am comes quickly, you put your hair in a braid and put on Clark’s primary red sweatshirts and a pair of boxers and climb into his bed that you were borrowing. You dose off after 20 minutes. Your sleep was restful for the first hour. You jolt awake from the bed shifting beside you.

“You look peaceful”, the voice was familiar, but in your groggy state you couldn’t pin it down.

“Wha-“, you roll over turning on his bedside lamp, and jump spooked by the boy sitting next to you shirtless on his bed. “Oh-oh my gosh CLARK?!”, you whisper scream as to not wake his parents. You reach your hand out to touch his face in awe, “oh-oh wow!”, a smile fills your face.

“Hey baby”, his smile was alluring, but it wasn’t normal, it was full of mischief. “Sorry I did not mean to wake you.” He adds running his hands through you hair sweeping back the whispies blocking your face.

“Clark, what are you doing here?”, your voice laced with concern.

“I thought it was time to come home.”

“Wow”, you huff, crossing your arms slightly pushing your boobs up. Clark stares intently at your chest. “CLARK! You’re a perv!”, you swiftly uncross your arms hitting him on the shoulder as hard as you can. He chuckles.

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” He lays down next you stripping off his pants so he’s left in only Calvin Klein briefs. You can’t help, but use your “X-Ray” vision, “Hey you pervert. I’m trying to get some rest”, he mocks. He rolls over you to turn off the lamp. He wraps you in his arms and both of you drift off to sleep.

You feel something growing against your back, you lean into him acknowledging that you feel his hardening dick unintentionally. He draws you in closer, kissing down your neck as a response to your movements. He sends shivers down your spine, he snakes his hands underneath the sweatshirt lightly stroking the bare skin of your back. “So soft”, Clark whispers against your neck, “I missed your skin.”

He’s acting like nothing has happened, like he didn’t disappear for 2 months to who knows where. You looked for him in Metropolis, Gotham, other parts of Kansas and yet you couldn’t find your stupid boyfriend especially when you needed him the most. Your grandpa passed away and it left you homeless and due to your proximity to the Kent’s they let you stay during summer before the Fall semester of KU began. You appreciate their kindness, but for some reason Mr. Kent wanted you, the girl with the pretty nails and terrible sleep schedule to wake up at 5am to “pull your share” which meant mucking stalls and lifting heavy bales of hay. You were completely okay with this set-up you love being outside and around animals although the hay rash is a tad bothersome.

“Do your parents know your back?”, you whisper eyes still closed.

“No.” His voice was stern, like he was angry at you for even asking.

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry I’ll tell them in the morning”, he follows, “we aren’t waking up at five am, as a member of the Kent family I declare you have an off day.” You smile exhaling a sigh from your nose.

“Fine”, he smiles into your neck wrapped you in closer.

The sun creeps through his curtains and an annoying screeching fills the room. You wrestle to turn off the alarm clock blaring in your ear. You finally get it off, you feel emptiness beside you, ‘where is he?’ You get out of bed sliding on a pair of house shoes and stumble out the room, down the stairs, and begin making your way out the house to the hayloft where you suspect Clark to be hiding. You don’t see him, but the storm cellar door is open in the distance. You knew this ship was hiding there, you know Clark’s secret, but not everything. You didn’t know why he disappeared, or why he was acting like a complete ass before he left. You see a red light beaming through the dark room. “Good morning”, you say waltzing down the stairs.

“Hey.” He doesn’t turn around, his eyes fixed on the glowing red rock.

“What is that?”, you ask coming closer and wrapping your arms around his toned stomach.

“Red Kryptonite”, he answers eyes still enamored.

“Oh.” You give him a tight hug, sighing into his back, “what does it do?”

“Changes me.”

“What do you mean?”

“It makes me feel like me,” he pauses, “like Kal- El.”

“Who?”

“That’s my birth name”, he answers.

“So the real you disappears for a long period of time, doesn’t tell anyone where you are, and comes back out of the blue acting like everything is okay?”, you break away from him. He finally removes his gaze from the rock, closing the led box.

He sighs, “I don’t FEEL anything, that’s what I like. I FEEL so much, sometimes I don’t want to. I want to make my decisions based off myself sometimes and not care about how others feel”, Clark exclaims.

“You can’t be serious right now”, you argue irritations flooding your voice. He just looks at you with those dumb baby blues. “I swear! That was so selfish of you, why did you do it? Because you couldn’t handle the fact that I was leaving Smallville? Were you scared? Why Clark? Why would you be so selfish at a time I needed YOU most”, tears fill your beautiful bright eyes. You begin crying, sliding down onto the ground, emotions completely uncontrollable. He sighs, sitting down next you wrapping his big arms around you pulling you into a comforting hug.

“I thought I told you were sleeping in?” He chuckles. You sniffle staring up at his blue eyes yet again.

“Clark, I’m not playing with you I’m very upset and I think you owe me an explanation.”

“You will get one, but not right now. Right now you get an apology”, he begins softly stroking your messy curls that peaked out from last night’s braid and kisses the top of your head. “I’m sorry y/n, I never meant to hurt you” he adds rocking you in his arms.

“Well you did, did you know papa died the day after you left?”

“Yeah, I was at the funeral.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I couldn’t, and that’s because I was being selfish”, you hum at his response.

“I’m hungry, I think your mom is awake. Let’s go eat some breakfast and we can talk about this later”, you smile standing up, reaching out your hand to pull him off the ground. He pulls you back down with his ‘super strength’. He kisses your lips deeply, a kiss you missed so much. You match his rhythm hands tangling in each others hair.

“I love you”, he breaks away from the kiss looking lovingly into your eyes. You smile leading him out of the storm cellar to Mrs. Kent in the kitchen laying out freshly cooked pancakes.

[crispyblonde]

@bitchheroine continued from here

Jessica couldn't hold back the smile, retribution against some douchebags never sounded like a bad time. If she was being honest, she could find some sort of satisfaction in Meg's antics. Fire, however, was still a bit of a sore subject for her. But this? Controlled exposure to the phobia that had developed with her death -- maybe it was time to give that a whirl. Not that she was about to admit that fear to her companion... as though not voicing it would keep the knowledge hidden. The flinching and increased heart rate would surely not give her away.

"Alright. How are we going to figure out which assholes need their cars tourched?"

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Songs that remind me of Percy Jackson (sad edition):

• Addict With A Pen by Twenty One Pilots

• Johnny Boy by Twenty One Pilots

• Trapdoor by Twenty One Pilots

• Semi-Automatic by Twenty One Pilots

• Goner by Twenty One Pilots

• A Car, A Tourch, A Death by Twenty One Pilots

• Oh Ms Believer by Twenty One Pilots

• If it’s sad and by twenty one pilots it probably works okay that’s what I’m getting at here

• I haven’t listened to Car Radio in years but I can guess that it probably works

•because it is VENTY and about DEPRESSION and by TWENTY ONE PILOTS

• Prove me wrong

[globalnewsafrica]

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