#jonathan kent x oc

[damianwaynesbelovedsposts]

pov: you have two boyfriends

meet Damian Wayne’s girlfriend iris isley and their boyfriend jonathan kent<3

green is damian

red is jon

[spider-jaysart]

Okay soooo, first time I'm doing something like this, but I wanna introduce a fave oc of mines today that I've been working on for a longtime now :)

Her name is Nadja Al Ghul-Wayne-Kent and she's a Damijon kid

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@camo-wolf @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

The name Nadja means "hope" in Arabic. My very dear friend @theredheaded-stuff was the one who helped me pick it. And her hero name is Super Canyon, which is inspired by the Canyon Wren bird

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(Edited some stuff on this post now btw)

Backstory:

After being inspired by the story of how Kon was created, a secret group of no good scientists, who just love causing chaos with many of their inventions, decided one day to create a mixed clone of both Damian and Jon, thinking they can do better than Lex did, so they collected both of the boys DNA's after one of their recent battles in public and got to work. Once their experiment was supposed to be done, they saw that their machine had actually created a baby girl instead of a grown, powerful clone like they had wanted, so they were ready to dispose of her as a failed subject, but were suddenly stopped just on time by Damian and Jon who broke into the place and kicked their butts after finding out that a recently committed crime they were investigating was caused by them. When they were done, the boys found Nadja and were surprised to find out she's a clone related to them both. They decided to take her with them and made her their daughter to raise together after that.

Personality:

She's helpful, stubborn, is as intelligent as Damian is, friendly but also tough when she needs to be, observant, sometimes a little too honest about things but doesn't always mean it as rude, courageous (a trait that can be pretty helpful sometimes, but also get her into really big trouble during dangerous situations too), a prankster, and very protective of others, especially her loved ones

Abilities and skills:

She has the usual Kryptonian abilities, which are flying, super strength, superhearing, superspeed, superbreath, ice breath, invulnerablity, x-ray vision, and laser vision that's purple instead of the usual red (because Lois has purple eyes, so it's something unique that was passed onto her that way). Sometimes they don't always work though and can accidentally get out of hand too since she's still growing and learning, but Jon aways tries his best to help her get better at using and controlling them. Nadja also uses many concentrating tips from Damian too for improvement, like meditating for example and other things like that, and he helps her practice them

And because she's half Kryptonian, she also has a couple of unlocked special abilities of her own too, which is invisiblity, the ability to phase through walls and objects, plus the power to also transfer the heat of her laser vision into the palm of her hands to burn who or whatever she touches and she can also let it absorb her whole body too if she wants, which makes her even more untouchable and at the same time lets her release a strong fiery blast around herself onto enemies or incoming threats (her body glows completely purple whenever she does this and if it's just her hands, the same happens to them too). Nadja hasn't been able to properly master these special powers yet though, only one of them, which is the invisiblity one

For skills, thanks to teachings from Damian, plus Talia whenever she visits her, Nadja knows how to use a sword and fight well in combat in case her powers aren't working the way she urgently needs them to during patrols and missions

Random facts:

She calls Damian Baba and Jon Dad.

She calls Clark "Grampops" and Bruce "Grampbats". For Talia, she calls her "Grandmother" and for Lois, she calls her "Grandmama".

Her best friend is her same age Cousin Dick II, the Son of her much older Cousin Jake Grayson and his Wife Meredith Robinson. In the Batfamily (besides Damian), she's close with all her Aunt and Uncles. And for the Al Ghul's, she also gets excited whenever she visits Talia and Ra's. And while she definitely also gets along a lot with her other relatives who are in the Superfamily, the person she's most closest to there (besides Jon ofc) is Kon, due to them both being created as clones meant for evil but turned out good instead, which got them to bond even more as Uncle and Niece.

Her voice sounds like Clementine's from Telltales the walking dead games, but specifically the version of it from season 2 for the tween age she's in right now.

She has messy hair like Jon when she lets it loose. Jon is the one who always has to brush her hair whenever it gets tangled up, since the steel strength of it is just too difficult for Damian to actually handle himself.

Nadja laughs at Damian's jokes all the time since she gets his dark humor and he loves that. They always laugh a lot about it together but when Jon's around, they're Iike "You wouldn't get it" and he gets all offended.

Jon passed his love for noodles onto Najda and Damian's usually like "That's not healthy!!" And tries cooking her vegetarian meals more often or healthy ones that Talia would used to make him back when he was a kid, just so that Najda will eat real food lol. Najda also really loves the meals that comes from Damian's culture too and gets happy whenever he makes them for dinner.

For nicknames, Jon will sometimes call her "Sweetpea", "Sugar cookie", and "Tootsie pops", while Damian calls her "Habibti", "Thamin" (meaning "precious" in Arabic), and "Galbi" (which means "my heart" in Arabic)

Damian matches his outfits with Nadja all the time just like Talia would always used to do with him when he was a little kid. He does this with Jon included too and they take pictures together.

When making her hero suit, Damian was the one who helped Nadja out in drawing the designs and brainstormed ideas with her. When she had finally found one she liked and was ready to make it, Damian and Jon could've helped her sew it and everything, but they didn't have many materials that she could use or a sewing machine either, only a regular sewing kit that they use to fix up their own suits whenever they get damaged, so they let her make it with Ma's help instead at her place when they visit her and Pa again, since she actually owned a machine and also had a sewing room filled with many useful materials. When asked, Ma didn't mind letting Nadja use her stuff at all and was instead delighted about it since it would just give them the chance to spend time with eachother while doing one of her favorite hobbies together.

And next time, while having their usual Mother and Son days out together, Talia helped Damian pick out the sarong skirt for Nadja while hanging around stores, since they thought it would be nice for her to have one. Jon was the one who bought Nadja the red sneakers while shopping together with Kathy, since it reminded him of Kathy's old purple, rainbow ones, but with a twist of red thrown onto it, which also reminded him a lot of his favorite old ones that he used to always wear as a kid too. Dick and Cyborg helped her insert digital tech into her cuffs, which lets out hologram screens that let her know whenever she's over using her powers since she's still mastering them and it does plenty of other useful things for her too.

Najda was also given a mask to go with her suit at first too since she thinks it's annoying to wear glasses in her regular life everyday, but then it got lost during a fight and some villains saw her face, so she was still forced to go with the glasses route in the end anyways.

As adults, Jon's a scientist and Damian's a veterinarian. Najda likes visiting both of her Dads at their day jobs after school and doing her homework there while they work. She always promises to behave and not get in the way and if she has no work to do, she'll help them out too, which they appreciate. She also loves watching what they do and let's them happily explain their favorite stuff about the job to her. She knows a lot about taking care of animals and science because of this.

Nadja loves music and making it too. She even thinks about playing rock music for a living when she grows up. Damian and Jon support her in this and buy her the instruments she needs and they also listen to her songs when she wants to show it off to them. Because of them being in a band themselves back when they were kids, Damian, Jon, Chris, and Jake give her lessons sometimes on how to better play her instruments.

Civilians and especially interviewers always question about how they had Nadja and just assume that she's adopted or assume that just because she looks more like Damian, she's probably from a secret ex girlfriend he had before being with Jon. The last one annoys both Damian and Jon so much, especially Jon since Nadja is actually his kid too and he gets jealous at the thought of the ridiculous idea. Both him and Damian hate these rumors and just want everyone to mind their own business.

[jackiequick]

In The Shadows / Marvel Comics OC ⌚️

Elias Drake-Thorne

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Face Claim: Jonathan Bailey

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Full Name: Elijah Henry Drake Thorne

Age: 26

Height: 5’11

Zodiac Sign: Virgo (reserved, analytical, and observant)

Nickname(s):

“Elias” (tends to have a softer, more modern sound compared to the traditional)

"Eli" (a casual version of his name)

"The Silent Observer" (due to his quiet and observant nature)

“Eli-Bear” (it’s what his mother used to call him)

Relationship Status: Single

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Personality

Elias Drake is a figure of quiet strength and subtle complexity. His reserved nature allows him to carefully observe and analyze situations from the sidelines, stepping in only when he feels he has a complete understanding. This calm and stoic demeanor often masks a more impulsive side, revealing a slightly rash and temperamental edge when things don’t go as planned.

Despite his reserved exterior, Elias exudes a quiet confidence. He doesn’t need to be loud or overt to make an impact; when he speaks, people listen. His calm and gentle mannerism makes him approachable, yet he tends to be soft-spoken and slightly sarcastic, especially around new people. His empathetic nature allows him to offer kindness and support, though this is reserved for those he truly believes deserve it.

Reserved and Observant: Prefers to stay on the sidelines and notice details that others might miss, giving him an edge in understanding complex situations.

Quietly Confident: Makes a strong impression without needing to be overtly loud; his thoughtful insights and calm presence often capture attention.

Independent but Collaborative: Enjoys working alone but understands the importance of teamwork and collaboration when necessary, balancing solitude with cooperation.

Slightly Rash: Although generally measured, he can act impulsively when his temper flares or when faced with significant challenges to his principles.

Kind but Selective: His kindness is genuine but selective, extended to those who earn his trust and respect. He is gentle and supportive but discerning about who receives his warmth.

Protective and Loyal: His loyalty is unwavering for those he cares about deeply. Elias’s protective instincts ensure that he stands by and defends his loved ones, even if he seems distant to others.

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Quirks and Interests:

Wears Glasses: His glasses add a thoughtful and intellectual touch to his appearance.

Bookworm: Though he enjoys reading, he has a stronger passion for films and often uses them as an escape.

Slight Temper: He tries to keep it in check but can be a bit hot-headed when frustrated.

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—Background 🗞️

Elias Drake-Thorne grew up in a gritty, crime-ridden neighborhood of New York City, an environment where survival demanded caution and sharp instincts. His family lived on the fringes of society, often struggling to make ends meet, but they instilled in Elias the importance of resilience and intelligence. The loss of his parents instilled a deep desire for justice, but unlike the flashy superheroes he saw on the news, Elias preferred to operate in the shadows.

His quiet and observant nature helped him navigate the dangers of the streets, but it also set him apart from others his age, who often resorted to louder, more aggressive means of coping.

Struggles in School:

Academically, Elias was never the best student. He found it hard to focus on traditional subjects that didn’t capture his interest. However, when it came to technology, engineering, and creative writing, he thrived. Teachers often noted that while Elias lacked discipline in some areas, he excelled when left to explore topics on his own terms.

He was the kind of student who would rather figure things out through hands-on experience than by reading textbooks. His self-directed learning led him to develop a keen understanding of technology and electronics, often repairing gadgets or inventing small devices for fun.

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Career at Stark Industries:

Eventually, Elias’s natural talent with technology earned him a spot at Stark Industries as a tech consultant. Despite his unconventional academic background, his skill set made him an asset to the company. Elias was particularly valued for his ability to think outside the box, offering creative solutions to complex problems.

While he kept a low profile, preferring not to attract attention, he found satisfaction in contributing to projects that supported the Avengers and enhanced Stark’s technology. His job allowed him to quietly play a part in protecting the world, even if he was never on the front lines.

Passion for Writing:

Though technology became his career, Elias’s true love has always been storytelling. He developed a passion for writing early on, finding solace in crafting narratives that explored justice, corruption, and the complexities of human nature. In his free time, he began writing investigative pieces, focusing on the darker, hidden parts of New York’s criminal underworld.

His reserved nature made him an excellent investigator—people rarely noticed him, and he was adept at blending into the background. His articles, though often published anonymously or under pseudonyms, became a way for him to expose the truths others were too afraid to confront.

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—Likes ☕️

Iced Coffee: Elias has a penchant for iced coffee, which keeps him alert during long nights of work or writing.

Drama Shows: He enjoys drama shows, particularly those with complex characters and intricate plots. He finds them a great escape and a source of inspiration for his own writing.

Mac & Cheese: A comfort food that reminds him of simpler times; he often makes it for himself when he’s feeling nostalgic or in need of a quick meal.

Simple Fashion: Prefers understated, practical clothing—jeans, simple tees, and comfortable shoes. He values functionality over fashion trends.

Homebody: Elias enjoys staying in and tends to be a homebody. He finds solace in the comfort of his own space, away from the chaos of the outside world.

—Dislikes 📌

Loud, Crowded Places: Due to his reserved nature, Elias dislikes loud, crowded environments which can be overwhelming and stressful for him.

Disorganization: He values order and tends to be irked by disorganization, whether in his personal space or in his work environment.

Unnecessary Attention: Prefers to stay out of the spotlight and avoids situations where he is the center of attention.

Overly Sweet Foods: While he likes mac & cheese, he’s not a fan of overly sweet foods or drinks, finding them cloying and unappealing.

—Nerdy Interests 📼

Films and Series: Elias is a film enthusiast who enjoys everything from classic cinema to modern blockbusters. He often analyzes films and series for their storytelling techniques and thematic depth.

Video Essays: He enjoys watching video essays on a variety of topics, including film theory, technology, and social issues. They provide him with new perspectives and insights.

Music: Music is a big part of his life, and he has a diverse taste ranging from classical to modern genres. He often listens to music while working or relaxing at home.

Tech Gadgets: Beyond his professional work, Elias has a deep interest in the latest tech gadgets and innovations. He enjoys keeping up with the latest advancements and understanding how they work.

Comics and Graphic Novels: While not a superhero himself, Elias enjoys comics and graphic novels for their storytelling and artistic value. They provide him with creative inspiration and a way to unwind.

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—Elias Drake-Thorne's Soundtrack Playlist 🎧

“Sweater Weather” – The Neighbourhood

Perfect for Elias’s cozy, laid-back, and home-centered vibe. It’s atmospheric and moody, reflecting both his introverted nature and subtle complexity.

“Sure Thing” – Miguel

This track brings out Elias’s grounded, nurturing side. It has a sensual yet chill vibe, showing his capacity for caring deeply and being there for those he holds close.

“Saturn” – Sleeping At Last

A beautiful, introspective track that mirrors his thoughtful, reflective nature. It hints at his connection to loss, his desire for justice, and his emotional depth.

“Leave The Light On” – Tom Walker

A perfect fit for the more intense, emotional side of Elias, where he wrestles with personal struggles. The song’s message about holding on through tough times connects to his quiet but strong resilience.

“I’ll Be Good” – Jaymes Young

This song matches Elias’s inner conflict, balancing his quiet demeanor with a desire to do better and strive for justice, even in his more discreet ways.

“Flares” – The Script

An emotional, heartfelt track that speaks to Elias’s experience with loss and his gentle side. It captures his vulnerability and the quiet strength he draws from those experiences.

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—Style & Background Insights 🔓

~Style

Casual and Practical: Elias's style is understated and practical. He favors simple fashion choices—think well-fitted jeans, casual shirts, and comfortable sweaters. His look reflects a preference for practicality and comfort over flashy trends.

Subtle Elegance: His wardrobe includes pieces that are stylish yet subtle, with a preference for muted colors and clean lines. This aligns with his reserved personality, emphasizing functionality and a low-key elegance.

Tech-Influenced Accessories: Given his tech-savvy nature, Elias often wears minimalist tech accessories, such as smartwatches or sleek glasses, which complement his practical and intellectual style.

~Background

Challenging Upbringing: Growing up in a tough, crime-ridden neighborhood in New York, Elias witnessed the harsh realities of life early on, despite trying to see the light in the darkness. This environment shaped his cautious and observant nature, instilling in him a deep-seated desire for justice and a resolve to make a difference in his own way.

Dual Career: Balancing a career in tech consulting with a passion for journalism, Elias has forged a path that reflects his diverse interests and skills. His work at Stark Industries showcases his technical prowess, while his journalism endeavors highlight his creative and communicative side.

Quiet Heroism: Elias’s approach to justice and heroism is understated. He works behind the scenes, tackling issues with a subtle, yet effective impact. His focus is on creating change quietly and meaningfully, rather than seeking the spotlight or overt recognition.

Homebody Nature: Preferring a quiet life at home, Elias finds solace in simple pleasures—like enjoying a cup of iced coffee, indulging in drama shows, or spending time with his favorite books and films. His home is a sanctuary where he can unwind and recharge, away from the demands of his professional life.

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—The Soft-Spoken Journalist 🖥️

Elias Drake-Thorne, much like a male counterpart to the iconic Lois Lane, embodies a blend of strength, determination, intelligence, and kindness. His journey reflects a deep commitment to storytelling and a passion for uncovering the truth, making his transition from tech consultant to journalist a natural evolution of his career and interests.

~Career Transition

Shift to Journalism: Elias's career initially centered around tech consulting at Stark Industries, where his technical expertise was invaluable. However, his true passion has always been storytelling. Recognizing that his heart lies in writing and reporting, Elias has made a deliberate shift towards journalism, focusing more on his love for writing and storytelling.

Focus Areas -> Elias's new role allows him to explore a range of topics:

- Entertainment and Celebrities: He writes engaging stories about the entertainment industry and celebrities, providing fresh perspectives and in-depth coverage.

- Technology: Combining his tech background with his journalistic pursuits, Elias covers the latest trends and innovations, offering insights that bridge his technical knowledge with his storytelling skills.

- Real-Life Events: His investigative work delves into significant real-life events, uncovering hidden truths and presenting them in a compelling manner.

- Lifestyle: Elias also explores lifestyle topics, sharing stories that resonate with his audience and reflect his understanding of contemporary issues and interests.

- Passion for Truth and Impact: Elias is driven by a desire to make a difference through his work. His stories aim to inform, inspire, and impact readers, emphasizing authenticity and the search for truth.

-> Narrative Style

- Thoughtful and Insightful: Elias's writing is characterized by its thoughtfulness and depth. He brings a nuanced perspective to his subjects, combining detailed analysis with engaging narrative techniques.

- Empathetic and Relatable: His approach to journalism is empathetic, focusing on the human element behind the stories. Elias’s kindness and sensitivity enable him to connect with his subjects and readers on a personal level.

- Commitment to Authenticity: Elias prioritizes honesty and integrity in his reporting. His commitment to presenting accurate and meaningful content reflects his dedication to making a positive impact through his work.

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—Fun Facts 🖇️

— Multilingual Skills: Elias is fluent in both English and Spanish, a skill he picked up growing up in a multicultural neighborhood. He enjoys using his language skills to read international literature and connect with a diverse range of people.

— Phobia of Public Speaking: Despite his career in journalism, Elias has a deep-seated fear of public speaking. He prefers written communication and finds large audiences daunting, often opting for written articles over speaking engagements.

— Collector of Vintage Cameras: Elias has a growing collection of vintage cameras. His fascination with photography extends to collecting old and rare models, each with its own unique story and history.

— Night Owl: Though he often forces himself to adhere to a morning routine due to work demands, Elias is naturally a night owl. He finds that his creativity and productivity peak during the late hours, which is when he does most of his writing and thinking.

— Unusual Hobby: Elias is a bit of a “house husband” at heart. He takes pride in keeping his living space organized and enjoys the routine of household chores, finding them oddly therapeutic.

— Pet Peeve: He’s easily annoyed by loud or chaotic environments, preferring quieter, more serene settings where he can concentrate and feel at ease.

— Dream Destination: Elias dreams of visiting Paris, France someday, drawn by its rich cultural history, iconic landmarks, and vibrant arts scene. He’s eager to explore its museums, architecture, and culinary delights.

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And we’re done! Pls let me know what you think 💭

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[certainvictori]

So here’s a little snippet of a future project i’m planning on writing! it’s basically an au my best friend and I have crafted for a bit; but i wanted to write a story based on it! This is a Jon centered story filled with canon and oc characters too! enjoy

[blackynsupremacy]

THERE’S SOMETHING

ABOUT YOU.

CHAPTER 1

pairing: smallville!clark kent x blackfem!oc

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

guest starring: aaliyah haughton as lyric james

summary: ever since lana lang has moved in with the sullivan’s, clark kent’s nightly telescopic views of the galaxy and daily glimpse of the sunrise tend to get lonelier. that is until a moving truck, a wandering amicable feline, and her frustrated owner, lyric james, makes her debut in his life as her family are the new owners of the old potter house next door. things between the new neighbors start to shift as clark is tasked as her personal tour guide at her new school. one little slip is all it takes for her to learn he’s more than meets the eye in this small town.

contains: lots of words,neighbors to friends, slow burn, martha lowkey being the hookup, snarky teens, some swearing, fluff, friendly banter, a bit of angst. lyric’s thoughts. clark’s thoughts.

taglist: @afrowrites @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @sabrinasopposite @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @zombiehe4rt

next: CHAPTER 2

it was around 8:30 PM on a friday night as clark kent gazed at the stars through his telescope in his “fortress of solitude”. it was just his loft in the barn, but he never forgot how lana lang coined that term for this sacred space of his. lana was known as the typical girl-next-door and the cheerleader dating the captain of smallville high’s football team, whitney fordman, and clark’s first love. well—it’s crazy how things can change so rapidly. lana quit cheerleading to own the talon, whitney was killed while following in his late father’s footsteps to serve this country, and she wasn’t the girl-next-door anymore. she had to move in with one of clark’s best friends, chloe sullivan and her father, gabe because her aunt nell’s new husband wanted to move the family out of smallville, but lana refused to leave it all behind. one thing that didn’t change was clark’s love and admiration towards the girl.

the loft wasn’t just his space where he’d go to think or look into space. he also shared it with her. whether it’d be using the telescope to admire her from afar, having late night talks, or watching the sunrise together. you’d think with this much time spent with someone, clark would finally have the gusto to officially ask lana out. he has tried, but between the obstacles of figuring out his heritage, keeping his abilities a secret, not wanting to hurt others feelings, and his cowardice of opening up to his loved ones, his chances with her all went to hell.

lana’s tasks at the talon were getting busier by the day and she still had her load of class work to tend to, so her visits to the loft for sunrises or meaningful conversations weren’t as frequent. it’s been getting quite lonely here. a deep sigh escapes from clark’s chest as he takes a step back from the telescope, both hands tucked within his pockets. his blue eyes peer at the dark sky that was softly lit with luminous stars that goes beyond this planet he’s come to know and love. his longing for the answers concerning his heritage grow stronger and impatient as his thoughts trail back to the aircraft that’s hiding in the cellar. he wished that this burden wouldn’t have to be so much. he understood that his parents, jonathan and martha, didn’t want to lose their miracle child if he found out where he came from or if the world knew of his powers, they would experiment, exploit, or worse, treat him like an outcast. it’s already hard enough on clark that his best friend, pete ross, knew. they’ve worked it out once he’s sworn his secrecy to the kents and their friendship seemed to be stable, but deep down he knew that pete would never really get used to that. clark just wanted someone—no, anyone to understand his intentions. whether they’re a human or not. why did i have to come down to this planet? what happened on my planet that was so bad that i literally crashed into the quiet lives of this town? why—

clark’s train of thoughts came to a halt and his heightened sense of hearing caught the sound of revving engines and purring wheels coming into the direction of the neighborhood, but not directly to his home. both of the vehicles make a stop and park at their destination. one of the vehicles is a u-haul moving truck the other, resembling what might be a white honda civic. this stop wasn’t an ordinary stop either. it seemed that the destination was—the old potter house. was it possible that nell had changed her mind? did lana know about this? could things go back to the way they were? clark had to pause for a second because he didn’t recognize the car at first, so he looks back into the telescope to investigate further.

it was pitch dark outside to see who exactly were operating the vehicles, so clark knew what he had to do to find out. his eyes focused on the closely on the u-haul, he could clearly see the boxes and luggage near the rear end before his x-ray vision travels towards the front. in the driver’s seat, he could see the outline of a human skeletal figure, stretching their arm muscles and reaching for the seatbelt. his pupils shifted to the car parked behind the truck. there were three figures this time. one sitting in the drivers side, the other in the passenger with their head leaning against the window, and third that seemed to be curling up on the passengers lap which clark assumed to be a pet. the driver taps the passenger’s shoulder to signal them to wake up before they open the doors.

with the low quantity of streetlights near kent farm, it was still difficult to see clearly, but clark was positive he saw three different silhouettes with three different voices as he watched them exit the vehicles. the tallest silhouette was definitely an older male with a deep voice muttering as he made his way to the front door before fishing the key out of his pocket to gain access to the house.

“come on now, girls! this house won’t be moved in by itself. let’s at least get what we need for the night and start fresh in the morning, alright?” he commands before stepping into the house. the next silhouette was slightly shorter than the first and the soft, alto voice was of an older female followed by the final silhouette who had a similar voice to hers, but it definitely sounds like a person of around clark’s age. she appears to be holding a bundle tucked securely in her arms. her own sigh resonates in the night air, her posture deflating with exhaustion.

“man, if i have to move another muscle, i swear i’ma fall apart.” the youngest of the three groggily protested as she dragged her feet forward.

“your father’s right! the faster we get things done, the faster we can go to bed, get some rest and greet our new neighbors in the morning. i’d suggest you put that cat down somewhere and pick up those feet, young lady. we don’t have time for all that whining, now.” the older female firmly responds as she beckons the younger to follow her into the house.

“yes, mama. just—let me put the princess in my room and i’ll be right down with ya’ll. god knows i’m beat.” all three figures trudge their way into the now lit house and close the door.

clark lets the conversation cut there before he takes some paces away from telescope.

it looks like we’re getting new neighbors. i’ll make sure to tell mom and dad in the morning.

he turned off the light switch before descending down the stairs to retire for the night.

lyric james huffs out in relief as her spine finally makes contact with her lavender comforter set delicately draped over the air soft mattress of her new bed, in her new room, of her new house, and in a new town. the bare walls were illuminated with the amber glow of the ivory bedside lamp she recently installed. her closet was about a quarter full and the drawers had the essentials like undergarments and socks, but there were two things she couldn’t live without for one night: grandad’s record player and noir. speaking of noir, lyric could hear the soft patter of paws treading on the hardwood floors and an audible mew of the feline. she got the strength to lift herself upright to look down and find noir staring back at the girl with those large round, yellow-green eyes and her fuzzy,black tail swaying across the floor as if she were waiting for her owner to carry her as she did before they stepped into the new house.

lyric chuckled at her cat, shaking her head. although it was a tired smile, her dimples made a prominent appearance within her toffee skin. “girl, i know i got you spoiled rotten—can’t even get up on the bed without needing an escort.” she reached her arms below to scoop noir up into her bed before laying vertically with her head against her plush pillows and a fair number of stuffed animals. lyric adjusted, so that one hand was underneath the white, paisley bandana wrapped to protect her hair and the other, tenderly stroking noir’s dark coat of fur as the cat nuzzled on her torso. her brown eyes shifted to see the red glowing digits of the time set on her alarm clock. 10:30. i really need to sleep, so i can move all of that junk tomorrow. thank god it’ll be a saturday. her chest raised slowly to deflate as she sat alone with her thoughts. i miss new york already. what’s so interesting about this itty, bitty hill billy town anyway? what does a place like smallville have to offer?

let’s rewind that real quick. lyric james was a born and (formerly) raised native from new york. she’s currently a sophomore with a love for old vinyl records, talking junk, eating sweets, going out with friends (well the ones she had back home), impulsive shopping, and documenting core memories with her digital camera.

her voice was soft as rain and calm as her mother’s, one might say a sound like a voice of reason, but one shouldn’t get that confused with her being a pushover. when it comes to meeting new people, she’s not shy per say, but before opening up she needs to observe certain people. observe of how they speak, their body language, and just how they are as a person in general. if the vibe’s good, that’s what’s up! she’ll crack jokes, speak in fluent sarcasm, and maybe a bit of flirting when she gets the balls. if not, she’ll be cordial and respectfully keep her distance. she’s had moments of naivety in the past when it came to friendships causing her to get burned, but hey— she lived and she learned. that was her just her outlook on life: to live until you die. she was only a teenager, so she’s expected to screw up every once in a while, but when it came to having that common sense her parents instilled in her during childhood, she knows where the line should never be crossed.

her parents, crystal and joseph james, were suitable guardians and they supported lyric as well as nurtured her to be a well mannered young woman, but one thing that got her tight was their demanding work schedules. joseph worked as a firefighter and crystal, an er nurse. don’t get her wrong, she loved that her parents saved lives for the love of it and kept their lives afloat financially, but it also made lyric anxious. as an only child, she’s been with her parents for so long and she couldn’t imagine if something happened to one or both of them. hence why she had a curfew, even back in her hometown to make sure she’s home and near the phone just in case. the main reason why her parents decided to move to smallville was that it was safe. it wasn’t like smallville didn’t have crime going on, but it wasn’t as bad as new york. crystal and joseph knew that their daughter was left alone most of the time and they’d allowed for her to go out with friends and come back at a certain time, but the risk was too high for them to stay ever since—omar. fortunately, they had some colleagues recommend that smallville had some opening positions for their professions and that’s how they got here to get away from their past.

lyric felt her eyelids drooping lower as a yawn escaped from her mouth and reached over to the lamp switch to cease the glow in her room. careful not to wake noir, she shifted her body as carefully as she could to conceal herself under the sheets. she turned on her side, her knees curling up slightly in a fetal position as her bare feet rubbed against each other. her arms wrapped loosely around noir. the sounds of the feline’s low snores were enough to send lyric into a peaceful, calm slumber.

the rising sun of saturday crept in at around 7:15 AM. clark was used to being up this early. that’s farm life, but this was part of his daily routine to wake up, get dressed, and head to the loft to watch nature simply take its course. as he leaned his elbows against the window sill, his eyes of blue soaked up the harmonious mixture of the sky’s color palette of lavender, pink, tangerine, and gold. the clouds resembled the fluffiness of the cotton candy that was served at the fall festival every year. it was silent, but the wind hummed as it lightly tickled clark’s face and fanned his raven tresses with a breeze so gentle at just the right the temperature that he couldn’t help, but to close his eyes and inhale the morning within his lungs. he was sure this weekend was going to be the same: do some chores, hang out with his friends at the talon, run into lex luthor, or maybe fight off people who’ve been poisoned by those cursed green rocks like he’s some sort of superboy. you know, the usual. clark then had that sinking feeling within his stomach and that tiny weight of heaviness in his chest with visions of her.

i really wish lana was here. maybe she’d find some time to at least catch the end of this.

his eyes then traveled back to the house next door. the two vehicles and the “SOLD” sign out in the front yard confirmed to clark that the kents having new neighbors wasn’t a fever dream like he’d hoped. he didn’t really get to see the family clearly, but he remembered a father, a mother, and perhaps a daughter with a pet of some kind. he pondered on the details of where they came from, what they looked like, what were their personalities, and most importantly, were they prepared for what kind of town they’ve moved to given its bizarre history? well—clark, felt he was to blame for the bizarre part, but his parents reassured there was nothing no one could do to prevent it.

after the sun took its rightful place in the heavens, clark decided it was time to get a head start on his chores for the day. that was until he felt something nuzzle itself against his ankle and his ears picking up on the soft mewling sound that filled the silence of the loft. well—that’s new… he thought knowing that it was the norm for animals to be on the farm, but not this one. clark peered down to find two wide eyes of yellow-green that reminded him of the glow of a firefly in the darkness of july. they were attached to a tiny, furry head with a pink button nose, whiskers, and pointed ears all surrounded by onyx fur. one of clark’s brows raised and a grin curved on his lips as the feline continued to wrap around his or her tail around his leg some more. with blended knees, he squatted down low enough to meet the cat’s level to slowly, but gently reach his hand towards the nose first, so the cat could detect clark’s scent properly before giving him the green light to go any further. a dark paw stretches to lightly touch his hand before leaning a fluffy cheek in forward to nuzzle clark’s knuckles, indicating that he can proceed with his touch. clark couldn’t help, but to smile before taking both hands to enthusiastically pet this friendly little, black cat’s face.

“now, i wonder how you got yourself in here, huh? your owner must be pretty worried—“ he paused to check to see if the cat had a collar of any kind in which he came up short. geez, he at least wanted to know the feline’s gender without catching them off guard by picking them up. as if the cat read his mind, they rolled over on the hardwood floor to reveal the underside of their body. after a quick observation, clark figured out this feline was a female before she rolled over again to her original position on her belly.

“don’t worry, girl. you can stay up here until your owner comes back. for now, i’ll take care of you.” he simpered as his palm soothingly descended down the cat’s spine. noir couldn’t help, but to respond to this boy’s touch by filling the room with a satisfied purr as if she were in paradise. clark sighed with content before he realized that he now has to let his folks know about the new visitor. he ceases his petting and his tenor voice softly urges, “i’ll be right back, girl. you stay right here, okay? if you’re good, i’ll come back with a little treat for you. how does that sound?” he coaxed. she responds by mewling and laying on her stomach, tail swaying back and forth across the floor as she watches clark walk away and descend down the stairs of the barn and out to his home to find his parents conversing at the breakfast table in their kitchen. his father was sitting at the table reading the newspaper while his mother was preparing breakfast.

“morning dad! morning mom!” he hurriedly greeted his parents, jogging to the cabinet to retrieve a plastic bowl and the refrigerator, for some fresh milk.

“mornin’, son!” jonathan responds, his eyes still skimming the headlines. martha repeats the phrase back to her son, her eyes glancing up to see to him getting the items needed for cereal, but no spoon nor cereal. martha squints in curiosity as her mother’s intuition urges her to ask clark what he’s up to.

“hey, clark, if you want breakfast, i’m putting something together. are sure you just want cereal, dear?” she questions.

“nah, mom. i’m good just…uh, getting started with my chores. hey, did you know that a new family moved into nell and lana’s old house? i saw the truck come in late last night while i was in the loft. you guys were sleeping by then, but i didn’t want to wake you.” clark spoke, pouring the right amount of milk in the bowl and putting the carton back in the fridge. he didn’t instantly want to stall on the fact of the feline, but he definitely wanted keep his parents in the loop of their new neighbors first.

martha’s face responds in awe, her head nodding with a smile on her lips as she resumes to cooking and jonathan lowers the paper to get a better insight on the topic of the discussion.

“ah, right! i noticed the truck still parked when i looked out the window this morning. at first i thought nell had changed her mind for lana’s sake, but i saw a different man walk to his car. either way, it’s exciting to see some fresh, new faces around smallville, right jonathan?” martha inquired to include her husband. jonathan nodded in agreement,

“oh, yeah. they’re likely a friendly, hardworking family with good old fashioned values that happen to live right next to another average family: a farmer, his wife, and their herculean son with the strength of 2,000 men!” jonathan wise cracked, earning some laughter from his family.

clark’s infectious smile crept on his lips before he takes the bowl off the counter, careful not to spill it.

“very funny, dad! in the case of meeting fresh faces, the new ones i’ve met so far are covered in fur and whiskers. i was out at the loft just now and this black cat just snuck in.”

“oh, a cat? so that explains the bowl with no cereal. well, do you think it’s just a stray?” martha questioned, wiping her hands clean with a plaid, hand towel.

“where’s the cat now?” jonathan chimed in.

“ah—not really, she’s actually very friendly. i’ve tried to look for a collar, but she didn’t have one. look, i’m not saying i’m keeping her, but i think someone would be coming for her soon. she should still be waiting in the loft. until then, i want her to be taken care of before they come.” clark utters, gesturing to the bowl in his hand.

“that’s sweet of you, clark! i’m sure they would appreciate that. oh! just milk won’t do, sweetie. let me see if we have a can of tuna in here somewhere.” martha inwardly beamed as she turned to rummage through the pantry to retrieve a can of tuna. as she fetched a can opener, spoon, and a bowl, her heart couldn’t help to swell at her son’s benevolence. his desire to care for all species on a foreign planet made her feel more content of what happened in the fall of ‘89. sure there was some destruction, trauma, and long lasting negative outcomes, but clark would never fit in those categories. out of the can she scooped the meat into a bowl and handed it to clark.

“thanks, mom! i’ve learned from the best, you know.” he leant down to tenderly kiss the auburn head of his mother and made his journey outside to fulfill his promise to the amicable fur ball that was still waiting on her treat. once inside, he places the two bowls in front of her and it wasn’t a second later before she indulged in the food and drink.

little does this sneaky kitty know that her owner is about to cross paths with smallville’s main attraction.

lyric’s grogginess was short lived after waking up to find noir missing. she quickly sat up to look underneath the comforter to see if the onyx feline was at the foot of the bed. lyric knew that noir liked to sneak away and hide in other places of their old house, so what makes her think noir wouldn’t give this house a test drive for that same purpose? lyric moved the comforter to free herself and swung her feet to the side of the bed. she rubbed the sleep from eyes to get a clearer vision in order to see the red digits on her clock. it was approximately 8:00 am. as soon as the bare soles of her feet touched the floor, her knees followed suit to search under the bed.

“noir?” she called as her brown eyes searched and her head moved from left to right and vice versa, but noir was nowhere in sight. feeling a tad irked with her pet’s usual shenanigans, a huff erupted from her chest and her brows furrowed. lyric stood up to her feet and made her way to the closet only to find just her clothes on the hangers, no noir. lyric checked all the usual places upstairs where she would hide. bathroom? no. linen closet? nah. the den? negative. not even her own parents room provided lyric with the answer she desired.

“now, where the hell could she be?” she muttered lowly to herself under her breath. lyric knew better for her parents not to hear any type of profanity slip from her mouth. her ass would be grass, but so would noir’s if she didn’t pop her fuzzy head out in the next few minutes.

she was such in a tizzy trying to find her cat that she didn’t notice her mother, crystal, calling out for her from downstairs. lyric brought herself back to earth before she made her way down the steps and into the kitchen where she found crystal to be unpacking an open cardboard box and placing dishes, bowls, and cups in their respective cabinets. each item making a clanging sound as they were maneuvered out of the box.

“good morning, mama! where’s dad?” lyric hastily greeted and questioned as she also noticed the absence of her father. her doe eyes perused areas such as the floor, near the refrigerator, and under the tables. damnit, no such luck.

“good morning, honey! your father’s out at the station to settle some final paperwork before monday and running some errands for the house, but he should be back in time soon. we still have so much unpacking to do and meet our new neighbors, so get a move on to get dressed!

“hold up, don’t the ones living here already usually come to meet the new ones?” lyric’s nails reached to scratch her scalp as she raised her arched brow, piqued by the statement.

“yes, usually, but the unusual doesn’t always do harm.” crystal responded to her daughter before she turned around to see her still clad in her nightly attire. lyric hastily nods, her thoughts still running laps around her head.

“you sound like you’re in a rush. what’s wrong, baby?” she placed the items she was unpacking on the counter before she approached lyric.

“ma, have you seen noir? i’ve checked her usual spots and i can’t find her nowhere. i know she likes to sneak out my room every once and a while, but she stays in the house hiding and i keep coming up short— you’ve been down here for a minute, so maybe you’ve seen her tryin’ to get somethin’ to eat?”

“mmm—no. i’m sorry, i haven’t. it don’t help that we barely got any food to start with, my guess is noir went to search somewhere else for that. one thing about her, if she can’t get food here, she’ll get it somewhere else and you know how greedy she is the way you got her spoiled.” crystal chuckled as she heard lyric sigh out a defeated “if that ain’t the truth.” even though noir can be a handful, she adored her due to antics like this because let’s be real, a girl’s gotta eat!

“i just hope you remembered to put that collar back on her neck when we got here.”

lyric froze. her lips tighten as her eyes shut, inhaling and huffing out a breath of deeper frustration with herself before she realized that she didn’t put noir’s collar on when they settled in last night. she was so worn out from going back and forth to move in her essentials to her room, that it slipped her mind completely. now, she knows noir likes to wander a bit, but damn it! she never expected that cat to venture out in a whole new area. crystal took lyric’s silence and that pout on her face as a signal of negligence to complete the task, but she understood that it was late and the whole james family were even dead tired to get the rest of what they needed. a sympathetic smile rose on her full lips and her palms find their way to reassuringly massage the tensed muscles of her daughter’s shoulders.

“don’t worry. you know noir always finds her way back home, she wouldn’t dream of getting into some trouble without you, especially not too far away, so she may be closer than you think. now, i bet you’ll do the right thing and put that collar on as soon as you get her back?” crystal inquired with a playful tone, so lyric’s pout transformed to a lopsided grin, the dimples she inherited from her mother protruding as she giggled. in return for her mother’s wisdom, lyric pulled her into a bear hug and rested her chin on shoulder. this reminded her of the moments in her childhood when crystal would console lyric, whether she was taking her accountable or not.

“yes, ma’am—and i’m sorry for not handling my business. it won’t happen again, i swear.” she murmured near crystal’s ear and pulled back to face her again.

“you live and you learn. i’ll tell you this, instead of looking around in the house, how about going outside? you might find what you’re looking for. you can worry about unpacking the rest of your things later.” after giving lyric her cue to get started, crystal’s kissed her daughter’s cheek and ceased the embrace before finally disposing of the box that was emptied of its contents.

departing with a smile and nod, lyric rushed upstairs to her bedroom and opened the closet door to locate a presentable outfit that was not too laid back nor over the top, but something that was comfortable and fashionable enough to locate the missing noir. no matter what the occasion may be, lyric wasn’t gonna be too flashy nor look like she just rolled out of bed! she settled for an aqua blue top that was slightly cropped at the bottom to expose a bit of her abdomen with a mural of a geisha patterned with black, white, gold, and salmon. she paired this one pop of color with black cargo pants, black bomber jacket, and a classic pair of black chuck taylor’s. she placed the ensemble on the bed and left her bedroom to perform her hygienic ritual in the bathroom before returning to don her outfit for the day. lyric removed her scarf and adjusted her dark, long, natural hair to her liking with the heat of her straightening iron, the stroke her detangling brush, and the spritz of the heat protection spray to ease the guilt of damage. there was no harm in the addition of her signature eyeliner, mascara, and lastly—the brown lip liner and gloss combo painted on her full lips that were the icing on the cake of her everyday look. as for accessories, her ears were adorned with the cherished pair of golden hoops she was gifted for her 13th birthday, and the simple, black crossbody satchel that was her go to for whatever she needed for any journey.

“alright, ma. i’m going out to get your fast tail granddaughter back home!” lyric’s voice echoed out after jogging downstairs to wait by the front door to her crystal respond, “okay, honey! be safe and i love you. don’t stay out too long, now.” lyric reciprocates the farewell before bolting out of the door and into the front yard. it was a sunny day with a moderate fall-like temperature, not too hot nor too cold. her legs moved like clockwork as the falling leaves made a crunching sound beneath her sneakers. lyric squints and furrows her brows as she starts to look around the perimeter of the house, her mind started to go into overdrive mode, thinking of what that sneaky ass cat is up to. god, i just pray she’s not lost in a cornfield or behind a barn getting knocked up by some stray. now, i know i raised her better—but then again, i ain’t get her fixed.

after frantically searching all around the front and backyards, lyric made one more final decision before she could take her search further out into town: the next door neighbors. the chances were low, but never zero. besides, she was going to have to cross paths with them anyway. she took another deep breath and placed her hands in her jacket pockets as the autumn breeze picked up with her feet leading her to the home. it was a brisk 2 minute walk. she stopped and her head leaned up to read the hung up wooden sign that read, KENT FARM— and she wasted no time to walk on the property. to say it was just big was an understatement. as lyric ventured down the dirt path of the driveway, her eyes perused the land that possessed animals such as horses, cows, and pigs. she attempted to not contort her face at the new, pungent smells that filled her nose.

i don’t wanna be rude to these people, but ugh! this is nothing short of a farm. i’d better get used to this though.

the abode itself resembled the classic farmhouse with the white picket fence aesthetic. it was a vibrant, lemon yellow two story house with white trimming on the windows and a welcoming porch with white, wooden steps that creaked as lyric’s feet gingerly ascended before approaching the door and checking to see if any cars were parked that indicated the presence of her new neighbors. once she spotted the parked red pickup truck, she took that as her cue to knock on the front door. in the brief time she waited for someone to come to the door, her head turned to the left to find a colossal, vibrant red barn. it seemed to have an open window and what looked like to be a telescope protruding. lyric’s mind began to wander again, but instead of panic, it was serenity.

that looks like a dope spot to stargaze and listen to some stevie. ain’t nothing like your own personal quiet place.

her thoughts were halted at the sound of the front door hinges creaking opening to reveal a couple around her parents age, they both greeted lyric with a “good morning” and benevolent grins which gave her a warm feeling. the wife was a few inches shorter than lyric with auburn hair, blue eyes, and rosy lips. as for the husband, he was towering over both of the females with sandy, blonde curls, sculpted jawline, and blue eyes as well. lyric regained her focus and introduced herself.

“hey—good mornin’! my name’s lyric james. my family and i just moved in last night in the house next door. it’s very nice to meet you mr. and mrs.—“ she paused to lead them to their names to politely address them like how she was raised. with a smile, she held out her hand to give each adult a handshake before the husband reciprocated the salutation on their behalf,

“well, lyric, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you and welcome to the neighborhood! mr. and mrs. kent will do, but when you feel comfortable, my name is jonathan and this is my wife, martha.”

“lyric—what a lovely name. we definitely look forward to meeting the rest of your family very soon and welcome to smallville. is there anything we can help you with, honey?” martha enthusiastically chimed, that sunshine smile reappearing that compelled lyric to return a dimpled simile of her own as a result of that welcoming compliment.

“ah, thank you both so much! first, i just wanna let ya’ll know you have a lovely home. second, if it isn’t such a bother— did ya’ll happen to see a black cat with these big, yellow eyes, no collar, and sneaky? i mean—she has a collar, but because i was so tired, i forgot to put it on her last night. her name is noir. she likes to wander off sometimes and i was wondering if ya’ll seen her around here? i understand if you haven’t, i was making sure before i start putting her face everywhere in town.” lyric’s face heated with embarrassment as she dumped her predicament on these lovely folks, she takes her hands that were previously tucked in her pockets and fidgeted with them. who knew that one kitty could cause this teenager this much stress and chaos? lyric knew, but in this circumstance? give a girl a break.

after lyric drops the cat’s exact description, realization set in martha’s mind and the gears started turning in her brain.

lyric. what a friendly and polite girl! she must be the cat’s owner. the same cat that snuck into the barn and the same cat that clark was currently caring for. not to mention that she’s a sight for sore eyes! this girl could use a trusting and kind first friend in a new place. who better than clark? maybe this was the fresh face that could bring him out of this lana funk.

an invisible light bulb popped out of martha’s head, her smile never ceasing at her clever thinking. it was now martha’s turn to respond to lyric.

“oh, no! that’s unfortunate. we have a son who’s he’s about your age. his name is clark and he would definitely be of service to help find what you’re looking for. he’s actually in that barn right over there.” her auburn bob sways as her head tilts in the direction of the barn, a nonverbal signal for lyric to take a look.

“are you sure about that, mrs. kent? i don’t wanna bother nobody with my problem.” lyric questioned, using one of her hands to brush a piece of hair out of her face.

“i’m positive, lyric! one thing about clark kent, when there’s a call for help, he’ll answer. i’m sure he’d be happy to assist you!” martha said with a reassuring grin.

lyric reciprocated with a grin and nodded her head in approval.

“by the way you’re hyping him up, he sounds pretty cool. alright, mrs. kent, you got a deal. i’ll take you up on that! again, i really appreciate your help! you said that barn over there, right?” lyric pointed to the left.

lyric took the kent’s nods as approval to give them a wave, walk down to the porch steps, and make her brief trip to the red barn with the telescope in the window. the entrance was already opened, giving her easy access. she looked around to see the piles of hay and various farming tools and machinery. her head turned to one side, then the other to see if she could spot the mysterious clark. her gaze then shifted to the beige, wooden staircase that led to the next level.

“here goes something.” she mutters under breath, her legs carrying her to the staircase to get the next lead in finding the missing noir.

“hello! is anybody up there?!” she called out as she ascended.

clark was still in the loft. he was lounging on the sofa with noir comfortably laying across his lap, softly purring and snoozing the day away after a snack and some playtime with a laser pen that clark found. he was now waiting for lyric’s arrival to retrieve her furry companion. his heightened sense of hearing and open window worked in his favor when he heard the recent conversation between the girl and his parents in the distance. that soft voice he heard last night confirmed the match for the voice of the new girl next door. last night, her tone conveyed raspiness and exhaustion, but while conversing with his parents, it was soothing and pleasant to the ear, sensitive or not. he was content in knowing that the feline, noir (now that he finally knew her name) had a caring owner and home. he also couldn’t help, but simper bashfully at hearing his mother’s compliment about his willingness to help others. his cheeks glowing red when lyric enthusiastically agreed and the two were only seconds from meeting. she already thinks i’m cool even though we haven’t met. that’s—interesting.

clark’s thoughts came to a halt when he hears footsteps and that same voice calling out for another human— well, being in his case. him and noir perked up and glanced in the direction of the footsteps that were approaching closer to his exact location. noir let out a mewl that louder than normal.

“noir? noir! is that—“ lyric gains speed at the sound of a “meow” that belonged to the onyx kitty she’s missed so dearly. once she made it to the top of the stairs and rounded the corner, her movements ceased to find a boy sitting on the couch. clark turned his head in her direction. a kind smile that revealed his pearly canines appeared as he gingerly scooped noir in his arms and approached lyric. silence filled the room as they inspected each other’s features for a moment before speaking.

as clark was standing, lyric could tell he was in the 6’0+ range of height. his hair was dark like hers, but he had ivory skin, benevolent aqua blue eyes, sculpted jawline, and rosy lips. he resembled the prince in that little mermaid movie that lyric always enjoyed as a child—after some years, she’s realized it wasn’t just the songs that drawn her in.

clark curiously gazed at the girl before him. she was at average height. he noticed her medium earthy skin tone complimented her deep brown eyes, long, natural dark hair, and shimmery, full lips. he knew that it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that she was pleasant to the eyes. the teen’s conscious’ brought them down to earth before they awkwardly stammered their introductions in sync,

“hey! i’m—“

“hi! my name’s—“

“sorry—“

“my bad—“

they both respond with a brief chortle before clark chimes in,

“ladies first.”

“oh, right! um, my name’s lyric james aka, your new neighbor and owner of that fast tail cat you got.”

lyric gives the boy an amicable grin and playfully glares at noir. she holds out her arms towards clark’s and he instantly takes the cue to hand noir back in lyric’s awaiting arms. he beams as she embraces the feline, her knuckles nuzzling between the ears and pecking her head.

“god, don’t you ever do that to me again. i’m too young to have a heart attack, but i’ve missed you, girl!” she affectionately murmured.

“i’m clark kent by the way! it’s really nice to meet you, lyric.” he holds out his hand and patiently waits as she shifts noir into one arm, popping her on her torso like an infant and reaching her hand to grasp his in the friendly exchange.

“nice to meet you! your mom talked a good game about you helping those who need it. it looks like you really came through and i appreciate that, clark. this is noir and i’m sorry that she snuck over here disturbing your peace, but i forgot to put her tag on, so that’s on me.” lyric confessed, looking at her cat with the expression of a disappointed mother before gleaming in gratitude towards the farm boy.

“hey, it’s no problem, really. this sounds a bit embarrassing, but i’m relieved she snuck in. i was feeling kinda lonely up here and she cheered me up. plus, i got the chance to meet you and get out of doing my chores for a while.”

they briefly laugh before lyric chimes in,

“hey, there’s nothing embarrassing about that! trust, when i’m feeling down, i can count on this gremlin to bring some excitement to my day. even if she get on my everlasting nerves with her shenanigans, wandering off being the biggest issue—now, that you said it, she got me out of doing my chores too!” they laugh again as she playfully rolled her eyes before quickly spotting two empty bowls on the ground. she snickered to herself at her what her mother referred to this morning and it didn’t go unnoticed by clark.

“care to let me in on the joke?” clark wittingly quizzed.

“i think it’s funny how when i was looking for noir this morning and told my mom about it, she said it was because noir was just looking for a snack and that i got her spoiled. it looks like you gave my baby the royal treatment, huh?” lyric chuckled and gestured to the empty bowls.

clark reciprocated his own laughter before he replied,

“i just wanted to make sure she was taken care of before her owner came back. it’s the least i could do for her after she cheered me up! i’m just glad that she has a good home. even though it hasn’t been very long, i think i’ll miss noir when she goes.”

“well, clark, if you want to see noir again, you can! that’s if—you let me kick it with ya’ll. i won’t lie, it’d be nice to know someone when i start at smallville high on monday. you cool with that?” lyric proposes, raising an arched brow and a smirk playing on her lips. inwardly, she didn’t want to put the pressure on by dropping the “f” bomb on him just yet. not until they get to know each other better. lyric wasn’t opposed to it and she got the vibe from clark that he felt the same, especially with the way they hit it off.

the infectiousness of the action caused clark to smile and nod in agreement.

“i’m cool with that. ah! i’m such an idiot.” he jokingly pinches the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. “i’ve probably kept you waiting here all day when you’ve got stuff to do at your place. i’ll walk you home?” that was always the gentlemanly thing to do and clark wanted to make a good impression on his new neighbor who would hopefully want to join him and his small circle of friends starting monday. as they walked down the stairs and out of the barn towards her home, they continued to their small talk for the brief duration of the stroll. he asked the basics of where she was from before moving to smallville, what her life was like there, her family, school, and how she’s adjusting to the new house so far. clark felt a sense of nostalgia. he hasn’t walked down this path towards that house in months, it was refreshing.

they stopped and reached their final destination. clark took it upon himself to walk lyric up to the door while still keeping a safe distance behind her. her father had yet to get extra keys made, so she had to knock on the door. as they waited, lyric turned her body to face his with an appreciative expression and broke the ice,

“hey—all jokes aside, it was really nice of you for taking care of noir until i got her. thanks again! i get a good vibe from you, clark kent. there’s just somethin’ about you. one day, the whole world will see it and they’ll appreciate it like i do.”

clark couldn’t count on his fingers how many times this girl has made him laugh or smile within these several minutes.

“it’s no problem, lyric. it doesn’t hurt to give back to others, whether they’re covered in fur or not. i’m just happy that i can do some good in this world.”

clark reaches over to pet noir on her head one last time before the door swings open to reveal an older african-american woman that looked to be about the same age as his mother. it didn’t take clark’s x-ray vision to see where lyric got her looks from. her mother’s skin tone and eyes matched with lyric’s, her straightened shoulder length hair was dark and shiny. she smiled and greeted the teens with full red lips and the familiar dimples that clark once saw on her daughter’s face. lyric introduces her mother, crystal, to clark and vice versa. crystal was immensely impressed with the farm boy’s manners, politeness, and small town charm. in smallville, chivalry would never die.

after they both make their acquaintance, crystal leaves the two alone to finish unpacking. lyric urges clark to stay put for a second before heading upstairs to her bedroom to put noir’s collar on and places the cat on her bed. she digs into one of those household junk drawers where one could find the items needed at the right time. she retrieved a pack of her mother’s post-it notes and a pen before she power walked to still find clark waiting patiently on the porch, standing with his hands in his jean pockets.

“like i said, if you want to see noir, don’t be a stranger, alright?” she handed him the packet of notes and the pen, “you know what to do, clark.”

“you got it, lyric!” he took the pen and wrote down the digits of the kent’s landline before giving the items back to her.

“when we get our phone in order, i’ll hit you up, so you can save mine. until then, if i’m not doing anything moving-wise, would you like for noir and i to swing by the barn tomorrow? i mean, that’s if you’re good with—“

“i’d love to see you both.” he interrupted her with the same enthusiastic tone. both teens nod with a smile on their faces to confirm their meeting the next day. clark watched and waited until lyric was safely in the house before he traveled back to his own.

maybe this fresh new start wasn’t so bad for the both of them. life will always come with change whether we want to or not, it’s all about what one is to do with that change. how could they adjust? for clark and lyric, they adjusted by the absence of a sneaky, onyx feline. this could be the beginning of a refreshing new era of friendship between the farm boy and the new girl next door.

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HEY BBY GIRL! I hope you’re doing awesome. Thank you sm for writing the Smallvile!Clark ask. I got another idea if you don’t mind? Smallville!Clark x Black!Fem reader. An enemies to friends to lovers. Reader can’t stand Clark Kent and his family and he doesn’t know why. He lets his folks know what’s up and Jonathan explains he has beef with her dad from the past, so Jon tells Clark to stay away from her (like Romeo and Juliet kinda). They bicker and argue, but soon realize they don’t really hate each other, it’s just what their parents taught them, so they start hanging out as friends then it turns to secretly dating until they stand up to their parents to squash that shit! It’s no rush at all like last time ☺️

I put this gif because sometimes I imagine Black! Y/N or OC in Smallville as Meagan Good. Say what you want about her, but she was a 2000s it girl!

Girl when I saw this I literally screamed. It's gonna take me a while because of school and work but trust me when I say this one is gonna be amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

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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

[romanscoming]

UPCOMING POST

FIRST OFF, HAPPY NEW YEARS, MERRY CHRISTMAS—ALL THOSES GOODIES, IM GOING TO B BACK IN SCHOOL NEXT WEEK AFTER MY HOLIDAY BREAK YK, SO I HAVE AT LEAST FOUR NEW UPCOMING STORY/POST FOR YOU GUYS.

**INCLUDES STRANGER THINGS, WEDNESDAY SEIRES, KICKASS (DAVE AND TODD)

NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD

1ST WE HAVE,

“PROMISE, PROMISES.”

J. BYERS POLYAMOROUS LOVESTORY?

JONATHAN BYERS x BLACK!LOSTKID!READER x WHEELER!OC

STRANGER THINGS SEIRES

THOMAS BARBUSCA AS ECHO WHEELER

(MIGHT CHANGE HIS NAME,, IDK YET.)

STORY IS GOING TO GO WITH THE SONG, “PROMISES PROMISES” BY NAKED EYES

(NOT FULLY SURE IF GONNA USE IT)

SUMMARY:

the two boys may have only met her once or only twice when they’d passed her up in the hall of the school, HAWKINS HIGH, or on the street.. but it was different the pass days, no seeing her on the streets, in the halls or even in the classrooms or the cafeteria,, but now, the next night on the news was ‘her’

their world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream of fear and a cry of whimper.

PLOT TWIST;

READER HAS POWERS, OR ADOPTED BY HOPPER OR SOMEONE?

— JONATHAN & ENCHO WORKING TOGETHER TO HELP ‘HER’ AND WILL (S1)

ALSO IDK IF ITS GOING TO BE ON WATTPAD OR TUMBLR?

STATUS: THINKING ABOUT STARTING.

“I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, ACTUALLY-I'VE BEEN WANTING AND NEEDING YOU”

KENT FISHER (?) x BLACK!WITCH!READER

WEDNESDAY SEIRES

SMUT/FLUFF

SUMMARY;

???

STATUS: THINKING ABOUT IT

“ILL TAKE THEM BOTH, THATS FAIR RIGHT?”

DAVE LIZEWSKI x BLACK!POPULAR!BIMBO!READER x TODD HAYNES

KICKASS (1) [LOVE EVAN PETERS AND AARON JOHNSON.] LIGHT SMUT

SUMMARY;

Picture yourself, a highschool student—pretty, fun, cute, everything perfect beside.., you having a small little crush on a geek,, named Todd.. and teases him and his friend Dave., a lot… Maybe they kept you joking around, or bullying them, but it’s all it cover up for your crush on the boy, from you going to the comic book store to see all of the three friends all today in a window, you’d finally see the beauty in his friend asf well,, you were slowly falling inlove with the two boys without even thinking, but maybe you’ll invite them to your party and pop up with a confession for the both of them.

STATUS; ALMOST DONE.

“FOR THE PAIN, FOR THE PAIN”

EDDIE MUNSON x BLACK!SINCLAIR!VIRIGIN!BIMBO!CHEERLEADER!READER x GARETH EMMERSON

STRANGER THINGS SEIRES

ANGST/SMUT

SUMMARY;

The 2nd most popular cheerleader,, beautiful, cute, sexy, adorable but with great beauty there comes pain, and pain is within throughs of other people putting you down, and telling you, your not worth it but the DnD-Freaks; Edward "Eddie the Banish" Munson, and his closest friend, Gareth "Gare the Great" Emerson sell you drugs and cover up all your pain by getting high with you, and maybe doing a little more and causing thinks that aren't suppose to happen actual happen within seconds of having the best weed ever with a couple of sweetheart mental head boys an, curly haired burnet and dark brown longed haired wavy haired one, but their is a 1st time for everything, 1st time having weed/drugs, a 1st time of stepping out of your shell, and lastly a first time getting letting a boy boys doing this to you also..

STATUS: MID-WAY STARTED

“WITH THOSE BABY-DOLL EYES—CAN—MAY I TAKE YOU OUT?”

BILLY HARGROVE x BLACK!SWEET!INNOCENT!BIMBO!READER

STRANGER THINGS SEIRES

FLUFF ONLY (MAYBE)

SUMMARY;

???

STATUS: THINKING ABOUT IT

ALSO, THERE RILL BE A CHAPTER ii. FOR THE "CRAVING HIS AND YOURS" SERIES, IM TAKING REQUESTS STILL AS ALWAYS, WHO I AM WILLING TO READ FOR IS THE FIRST PIN POST ON MY PAGE!

AT THE MOMENT IF ANYONE REQUEST;

ROWAN LASLOW, KENT, JONATHAN BYERS, ARGYLE, CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM, ROBIN BUCKLEY, GARETH EMERSON, KAREN WHEELER, DMITRI 'ENZO' ANTONOV, OR TASM!PETER PARKER, PHIL CALAHAM OR ONE OF MY TOP FAVORITES ID MAKE THEM SO FAST.

[findyourrp]

Looking for discord partners. Shorter replies, but no one-liners. Seeking partners 25+, though 21+ minimum, as I am 29+. Fandom and fandomless welcome. 🕊 dark and potentially triggering content wanted. Not limited to free use, age gaps (legal), monster, family dynamics, bathroom kinks.

Fandom pairings wanted:

Stranger Things: Hopper x Steve, Joyce x *Jonathan*, Hopper x Billy

Marvel: *Peter Parker* x Aunt May, Tony Stark x *Peter Parker*, *Venom* x anyone, *Brock Rumlow* x Steve Rogers, *Brock Rumlow* x Steve Rogers (genderbent/similiar)

DC: Clark x Jon Kent, *Clark Kent* x harem of women, *Clark Kent* x Poison Ivy, *Jon Kent* x Martha Kent, *Jon Kent* x harem of men and women

Slashers: Michael Myers x anyone/oc, Thomas Brown Hewitt x *anyone/oc*, *Billy Loomis* x anyone/oc

Once Upon a Time: *David Nolan/Charming* x Emma Swan

* indicates which I would like to play. If there isn't any around a pairing, willing to play either

Fandomless: I welcome any and all Ocs and any pairings. Supernatural and omegaverse are personal favorite settings. Along with monster and swapped gender presentations (ie futa girls, etc).

Hit that like button, reblog, leave a comment. Show interest and I'll reach out.

like & asker will find you !

[coolgirl32]

Superman x my oc Jacqulyn as Kryptonian

It all started on a planet named Krypton a bunch of aliens called kryptonians live there everything was lovely except the planet was about to explode there were two men one was named jor-el and the other was named (Kryptonian father's name) and their wives names were lara (Kryptonian mother's name) Jor-el and (Kryptonian father's name) we're really good friends and they were scientists and they found out that their dearest planet was going to explode with everyone in it there are only two space pods they decided to put their infant son and daughter in there of course the two little barbie's mothers didn't like the idea but they had to keep their babies safe so before the planet exploded (Kryptonian mother's and father's name) put their their baby daughter in a space pod filled with books and everything Kryptonian for her to know what her kind was as for jor-el and Lara they put their son in a space pod but they were running out of time they didn't have enough time to put the things that their son needed to know about their history so they launched the two babies into space to Earth of course the babies did land on Earth but on different dates of year the little baby boy landed in Kansas Smallville where he landed in a farm yard that's where a nice couple named Martha and Jonathan Kent they found the baby boy they were curious on why the baby was kept in a space pod but they named him Clark on the other side of America of Mississippi lived a beautiful couple that had a daughter of their own one night while they were camping they found the space shuttle they heard some baby crying when they went to see the space shuttle they were surprised that inside was a baby girl they looked at each other then smiled of course the woman who was married to the man pick the baby up and calm her down she told her husband that they've been wanting another baby so that their daughter could not be bored the husband then said that the baby's name should be Jacqulyn and they both agreed as time went on the little baby boy from Kansas grew up as little baby girl from Mississippi grow up as well they went to both different schools the baby girl loved her big sister with all her heart but when she learned her Kryptonian heritage she was very shocked and confused so she started reading all about it to where she came from and to learn that there was another baby Kryptonian that went to Kansas as years went on Clark and Jacqulyn both met in metropolis clerk of courts became a reporter while Jacqulyn became a writer they both began to talk and have a wonderful conversation with each other clerk of course asked her some a questions but when there was crime he excused himself she excused herself as they both went to their costumes separately Clark then found out that nightowl is really Jacqulyn when they found out that they were both Kryptonian they both began to talk about what happened Clark then asked her did she remember her parents she said no she was only a baby when she was sent to Earth like Clark he was very upset but with a smile on his face he asked her how does she know that she is Kryptonian she tells him that she was sent to Earth with a bunch of stuff that'll teach her about her heritage they both begin to learn about themselves as yours went on they both started dating and then they both got married they then had kids of their own they had a son named Connor and a little girl named Rachel they had another son and daughter their names were John and Abby and they became the super family Clark couldn't believe that there was another Kryptonian on Earth and he didn't know that she grew up with human parents as well Clark and his sons and daughters then visit Mississippi to learn more about Mississippi and it's good food and good music Jacqulyn and her sons and daughters then went to Kansas to learn about what Kansas and Smallville was really like they all had fun and they all lived happily ever after the end

[abovepaygradebelowwonder]

Welcome all! Stark here, and I'm looking for some discord partners. Generally, keep things ranging from 2-3 paragraphs. Sometimes, it's longer, rarely ever shorter. Replies range from daily to every few days. Between health and my job, I don't always have availability, but try to at least send messages outside of the rp.

Currently looking for partners to double. I typically write the male role but don't always wanna be stuck with it. Would love to write against some of my wanted characters.

Fandoms: Marvel (MCU, NMCU), DC (Gotham, comics, Smallville), Stranger Things, Pacific Rim, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, What We Do in the Shadows, Detroit: Become Human, Good Omens, Stargate Atlantis, Hellboy, Sons of Anarchy, Underworld, House, Resident Evil, Call of Duty, Top Gun, Ted Lasso

Pairings: MxF, primary canon x OC

Like to write against: (current wants)

Donal Logue characters (Quinn/Blade, Harvey Bullock/Gotham, Kevin Tidwell/Life, Hank Dolworth/Terriers, Alex Balder/Max Payne, Declan Murphy/Law& Order SVU)

David Harbour characters (Hellboy, Jim Hopper/Stranger Things, Alexei Shostakov/Marvel, Doug Dennison/Sleepless, Santa/Violent Night, Jack Salter/Grant Turismo, Frank Masters/The Equalizer)

Jon Bernthal characters (Frank Castle/Marvel, Sam Rossi/Sweet Virginia, Shane Walsh/The Walking Dead, BJ Rose/Grudge Match, Griff/Baby Driver, Ethan Sawyer/Those Who Wish Me Dead)

Rodney McKay (Stargate Atlantis), Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Dewey Finn (School of Rock musical), Beetlejuice (Musical)

Like to write for: Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock, Steve Rogers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Negan, Carl Grimes, Rick Grimes, Connor, Dean Winchester, Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Chris Redfield, James Wilson, Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Jamie Tartt, Jason Scott, Simon Riley

Ocs: Several on standby but am always willing to make one up with a wanted FC if you want to play one of my wanted characters.

[thinking-about-gender-politics]

Introduction to my acc

Hi

You can call me T, I’m not exactly a “writer” but I’ve recently decided to give it a try with my own stories I’ve come up with. My blog is mainly gonna consist of OC x Canon stories but if I were to get requests, I wouldn’t mind writing them out. Im not exactly expecting anyone to read my books but if you do.. thanks😅

Anyways, here’s some stuff about me..

Likes/interests of mine would include..

Marvel

A bit of DC

Avatar (both movies)

Kingsman

Star Wars (the sequels mostly)

The Mandalorian

Tmnt (mainly 2012-2016)

LMK

The Lego ninjago movie

Scenes from a marriage

The last of us

Narcos

Monster high

Puss in boots

OK KO

Mha

TPN

Art (of any kind)

Music (Rap, Indie, Throat metal & pop)

Grunge/alt clothing

Etc..

My favorite actors atm

Oscar Isaac

Pedro pascal

Henry cavill

Angelina Jolie

Ryan renolds

Andrew Garfield

May Calamawy

Sza

Chris evans

Etc..

And lastly..

My favorite character at the moment

Marvel- Loki

A bit of DC- Superman/Clark kent

Avatar (both movies)- Tsireya & Neytiri

Kingsman- Agent Whiskey

Star Wars (the sequels mostly)- Poe Dameron

The Mandalorian- Din Djarin

Tmnt (mainly 2012-2016)- Raphael Hamato

LMK- Sun wukong

The Lego ninjago movie- Lloyd Garmadon

Scenes from a marriage- Jonathan 😏

The last of us- Joel, Sarah & Ellie

Narcos- Javier Peña 😫

Monster high- Clawdeen

Puss in boots- Puss

OK KO- Professor Venomous

Mha- Katsuki Bakugou

TPN- Norman

I hope this was able to give you a bit of a taste of my interests/personality. Additional info consists of.. I’m African American, Genderfluid, Pansexual & AroAce (ik it’s a mouthful 💀) and I was convinced into making this blog so…yeah.

Thanks for reading

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Get to know Lucy Kent 📝

—Here’s just some information about the girl from Smallville, her milestones, relationships, origins and etc

Hope you enjoy!

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# Lucy Kent's Dynamics 💌

**Jonathan Kent:**

Lucy has always been a daddy’s girl. Her bond with Jonathan is uniquely strong, highlighted by the affectionate nickname he gave her, "Clare Bear." They share a deep love and mutual respect, but like any father and daughter, they occasionally clash on various issues. Despite their disagreements, Jonathan's primary goal is always to protect Lucy and her brother Clark. Lucy admires her father’s strength and wisdom, cherishing the times they spend together, whether working on the farm or just enjoying a quiet moment. When her father died from a sudden heart attack one night after chasing out an intruder, the family was shocked and heartbroken, unable to find help in time to save any lasting moments with Jonathan. Lucy recalled how much grief washed over her, feeling like a part of her was missing. Wishing her and Clark could have done something, but fate had other plans.

**Martha Kent:**

Lucy and Martha share a kind and loving relationship, often marked by a gentle, nurturing dynamic. Martha is Lucy’s confidante and advisor, always there to offer support and guidance. Though they occasionally bicker, these moments are fleeting and never diminish their deep bond. Lucy appreciates her mother’s patience and kindness, striving to embody the same qualities in her own life. The love between them is profound, grounded in mutual respect and understanding.

**Clark Kent:**

Lucy’s relationship with her brother Clark is one of her most cherished connections. They share a bond that goes beyond the typical sibling relationship, strengthened by the unique challenges and secrets they both navigate. Lucy looks up to Clark, often seeking his advice and support. Despite their occasional disagreements, they are fiercely protective of each other, always ready to stand together against any adversity. Clark's unwavering sense of justice and compassion inspires Lucy, and she feels incredibly lucky to have him as her brother.

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**Lois Lane:**

Lucy and Lois are not just friends but kindred spirits. Their bond is built on a foundation of trust, loyalty, and shared experiences. They understand each other in ways that few others do, often finishing each other’s sentences and providing support through thick and thin. Lois is Lucy’s rock, always ready with a word of encouragement or a reality check when needed. Their friendship is filled with laughter, late-night talks, and the unspoken understanding that they will always have each other's backs.

**Chloe Sullivan:**

Lucy and Chloe share a friendship rooted in curiosity and a shared passion for uncovering the truth. Chloe’s investigative nature complements Lucy’s own inquisitive spirit, making them a formidable duo when it comes to solving mysteries or digging up information. They often spend hours brainstorming together, bouncing ideas off one another. Chloe’s unwavering determination and resourcefulness inspire Lucy, and their friendship is a blend of intellectual camaraderie and genuine affection.

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**Lex Luthor:**

Lucy's relationship with Lex is complex and layered. Initially drawn to his charm and intelligence, she soon realizes the darker aspects of his personality. Their interactions are often marked by a sense of caution on Lucy’s part, as she navigates the fine line between friendship and distrust. While Lex respects Lucy’s strength and independence, his often morally ambiguous actions keep her on guard. Despite the tension, there is a mutual fascination and a grudging respect that underscores their dynamic.

**Oliver Queen:**

Lucy’s relationship with Oliver is filled with warmth, laughter, and a deep emotional connection. Oliver’s playful, cheeky nature complements Lucy’s own spirited personality, creating a dynamic that is both fun and deeply supportive. They share a bond that is rooted in mutual respect and understanding, always ready to lift each other up during tough times. Oliver’s protectiveness and Lucy’s unwavering support create a balanced partnership, making them a powerful and loving couple.

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**Lana Lang:**

Lucy and Lana share a friendship that is both supportive and empathetic. They understand each other's struggles and triumphs, often providing a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. Lana’s gentle and compassionate nature resonates with Lucy, creating a bond that is both comforting and inspiring. They often spend time discussing their dreams and aspirations, supporting each other in their personal growth and endeavors. However, Lucy didn’t support Lana and Clark when the pair tried for a relationship the second time around. She wanted Lana out of her house and out of her brother’s life as soon as possible, watching their relationship crumble as the months went on.

**Kara Zor-El:**

Lucy’s relationship with Kara is like that of close cousins, filled with a sense of familial loyalty and shared history. They bond over their connection to Clark and their mutual understanding of what it means to navigate life with extraordinary abilities. Lucy admires Kara’s strength and resilience, often turning to her for advice and support. Their dynamic is a blend of friendship and familial love, each drawing strength and inspiration from the other.

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📰 Milestones:

Uncovering the Teague Family Scandal: At age 19, Lucy uncovered a major scandal involving the Teague family and their past investments with Dr. Virgil Swan. As she handed over the story to Chloe, her friend, to be finalized and sent to The Daily Planet. This story exposed hidden financial dealings and had significant repercussions, marking her first major journalistic triumph.

Moving to Metropolis: At 24, Lucy moved to Metropolis to further her career, becoming roommates with Chloe. Despite the excitement of the city, she often returned to the Kent Farm, finding solace and inspiration in her childhood home.

Graduation: Lucy graduated from Metropolis University, majoring in Journalism. As she took part of a handful of Creative Writing classes. Of course, she enjoyed photography as well.

Becoming a Vigilante: For a brief period, Lucy and her friend Lois Lane operated as vigilantes in Metropolis. Donning dark costumes and masks, they assisted the police in their fight against crime. Lucy's alter ego, Midnight Moon, became known for her signature phrase, 'I’m the justice you can’t run away from,' as she wielded electric batons to subdue criminals.

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🎞️ — Favorite Quotes:

"Every story has two sides. My job is to uncover both."

"Love isn’t about finding someone who completes you; it’s about finding someone who accepts you completely."

“That’s what makes us human. The good and the bad.”

“Years, lovers, and glasses of wine. These are things that should never be counted.”

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⚖️ Challenges:

Balancing Personal Life and Career: Lucy often struggled to balance her demanding career with her personal relationships. Her dedication to uncovering the truth sometimes strained her relationships, but she learned to set boundaries and prioritize her well-being.

Trust Issues: Lucy’s relationships with Lex and other complicated figures left her with trust issues. She overcame this by learning to communicate openly and honestly with her partners, particularly with Oliver, who helped her rebuild her trust.

Facing Danger: As a journalist and an helpful influence to others in her life, Lucy often found herself in dangerous situations. Her resilience and quick thinking, along with self-defense skills, helped her navigate these challenges and emerge stronger.

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🔨 Future Plans:

Publishing a Book: Lucy plans to write a book detailing her most significant stories, providing a sense of humor, wonder about life, creativity. Showcasing the process and the importance behind the extraordinary. However she love to procrastinate a lot, so that book will take a long time before it ever actually gets published.

Starting a Family: Lucy dreams of getting married and starting a family one day. She saw her parents lives together, and so just like Clark, she envisions herself becoming like them. She envisions a future where she balance her career with raising children, instilling values of honesty and bravery.

Founding a Charity: Inspired by her experiences and the stories she uncovered with her friends, Lucy aims to one day establish a charity focused on supporting young writers, artists and providing resources for investigative journalism. She wants to ensure that future generations have the tools and support to uncover the truth.

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💿 Additional Information:

— Lucy first appeared in 1953 Action Comics when the writers decided they wanted to expand their universe and explore more of Clark Kent’s family. Initially introduced as a supporting character, Lucy gradually evolved into a prominent figure within the Superman mythos. Eventually gaining attachment to The Batman universe of characters plenty years later, first appearing in an 1967 issue, allowing her to become one of the thousands of characters to connect the DC comics universe together.

-> When they introduced Lois Lane’s sister Lucy Lane in 1959, the comics started to use Lucy Kent’s middle name, calling her Clara Kent for the most part, among many other nicknames, if Lucy Lane was in the same comic as she was. This distinction helped differentiate between the two characters and avoid confusion among readers.

— In CW's Supergirl season 2 and CW's Superman & Lois, Lucy Kent is portrayed by Lyndsy Fonseca. Fonseca's portrayal brought depth and complexity to the character, showcasing Lucy's intelligence, sass, humor, bravery, and compassion.

-> In animation, different actresses have voiced the character before, including Jennifer Hale, Tara Strong, Grey DeLisle, and Susan Eisenberg. Each interpretation added unique nuances to Lucy's personality, contributing to her multifaceted depiction across various animated series and films.

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—Fearless in Smallville ~ Dc Comics OC

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Face Claim: Sophia Bush

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Full Name: Lucille Claire Kent

Nicknames: Lucy, Lucy Lu, Miss Kent, Claire, Clara

Age: 16-29 (spanning different seasons)

Height: 5’3” - 5’4”

Birthdate: August 3 (Leo)

Jobs: High school reporter, photographer, and reporter for Daily Planet/Gotham Gazette

Family: Jonathan Kent (father), Martha Kent (mother), Clark Kent (brother), Lois Lane (sister-in-law)

Extended Family: Kara Zor-El, Chloe Sullivan, Oliver Queen, Lana Lang, Tess Mercer, Jimmy Olsen, Arthur Curry, Cyborg, Wally West, and more

Relationship Status: Single for the most part, dated Oliver Queen, Lex Luthor, and Bruce Wayne

Personality: Lucy is brave, compassionate, and stubborn, with a tenacious streak that helps her achieve her goals. She is down to earth, determined, and often a quick thinker. Her curiosity drives her to uncover the truth, while her politeness and humor make her approachable. However, she can be headstrong and struggles with emotional boundaries. A bit of a chatterbox, she can present herself as a social butterfly when in the mood to be outgoing.

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Background: Born and raised in Smallville, Lucy grew up alongside her brother Clark, unaware of his alien origins until their teenage years. She attended Smallville High, where she was involved in various clubs and developed a love for journalism and photography. Despite initially disliking school, she found a passion for English, Art, and History, which influenced her hobbies and career choices.

Hobbies and Interests: Lucy enjoys photography, dancing, reading mystery novels, and volunteering at local shelters. She is an avid fan of classic rock music and loves baking, often trying out new recipes on weekends. Her interest in writing and reading extends to specific texts that capture her curiosity.

Goals and Aspirations: Lucy aims to become a renowned investigative journalist, uncovering stories that make a difference. She also hopes to travel the world, documenting different cultures and stories.

Skills:

Combat: Basic self-defense, proficient with guns and crossbows

Languages: Fluent in Spanish, conversational in French

Technical: Advanced photography techniques, basic hacking skills

Physical Description:

Distinctive Features: Small scar on her wrist from an accident in a cornfield, scar behind her shoulder from a bow and arrow incident on a rooftop, and rough hands due to her activities.

Fashion Sense: Casual and practical, often seen in comfortable jeans, flannels, and her favorite hoop earrings. She dresses more professionally when required for her job at the Daily Planet/Gotham Gazette.

Fears and Insecurities: Lucy has a fear of being alone, misjudged, or misunderstood. She also fears being harmed or humiliated by others, which occasionally affects her confidence in social situations.

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Education: Lucy initially disliked school and learning but grew to enjoy English, Art, and History in high school. These subjects were entertaining and engaging for her, leading to her interest in writing, reading, and photography.

Relationships: Lucy has a close-knit group of friends, including Chloe Sullivan and Lana Lang. She has had complex relationships with Oliver Queen, Lex Luthor, and Bruce Wayne, each shaping her view on trust and love.

Quotes:

“Sometimes, the truth is buried where no one wants to look.”

“Courage isn’t the absence of fear; it’s the determination to keep going despite it.”

Daily Life: A typical day for Lucy involves early morning runs, followed by a busy day at the Gotham Gazette. Evenings are reserved for spending time with friends and family or working on her latest investigative piece.

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How Lucy met Lex

You know the tale of Superman, but do you know of his beginnings? Smallville. It’s where he grew up with his family, made friends and foes, fell in love, got his education, explored his powers on his own terms, and became the man he is today.

On that very day, when Clark arrived on Earth, the Kent family were already anticipating another child. However, they couldn’t conceive until the meteor shower fell onto Smallville, nearly crashing down everything within it. In that very ship arrived a toddler not older than 2, naked. Martha, Jonathan, and Lucy were turned upside down in shock at the young boy. Lucille Claire Kent was less than 5 but curiously smiled in her daddy’s arms while her mother gently picked up the boy, wrapping him in a red blanket. Jonathan was confused, looking up at the sky as his wife searched for answers, finding Lionel Luthor and his son Lex Luthor amidst the chaos. Clark became warm and gentle, very much in awe of his newfound world.

Lucille, Clark, and Lex all sat in that truck, never to be seen again until later on in high school.

That same day, they met again, after older Lex, almost fresh out of college, knocked his car across a bridge, hitting Clark as the police, firefighters, and ambulance arrived later on. Along with Lucy and their father to see the damage. 48 hours later, a gift was sent to Kent Farm, a gift from Lex for the accident that happened. A car and a necklace. Their father wasn’t the happiest man alive to be seeing these gifts, knowing Clark is still too young to drive around town and Lucy’s jewelry might not even be real, possibly causing her an allergic reaction or something. But the more pressing matters were how Clark was completely fine after that accident!

Their parents knew the possible reason behind that issue, but the siblings were confused as hell. Even going as far as to test out that theory, noticing that Clark runs rather fast, doesn’t get hurt that easily, and etc. He is an alien! As they found out soon enough by their parents.

Later on that week, Lucy arrived at the mansion to find Lex in his office. They never got an actual chance to properly speak to one another. He was dressed in a navy blue sweater, black pants, and dress shoes in comparison to her green and blue flannel, t-shirt, jeans, and black flats along with her favorite hoop earrings.

She stood in the doorway holding up a basket of fruit, knocking on the door to catch his attention. He looked up with a smile, standing up from his chair to greet the young woman, motioning for her to come inside.

“Hi,” she said with her slight raspy voice and giggly smile, “Oh um, your guard let me in.”

He chuckled, “Hey. And yeah, I was going to ask how you got inside.”

“Charm, I guess?”

“I guess so. So, what brings you by?”

“Uh, I just wanted to thank you for the necklace and the truck. But I don’t know why, because it’s not me you crashed into, it was my brother.”

“Yeah, but you looked rather in bad shape as well. I figured a gift could cheer you up and apologize for the accident I caused.”

“Yeah..Dad’s not too happy about that. He thinks you’re just winning us over or something like that.”

He walked with her around the room, taking the small fruit basket out of her hands and placing it on the desk. Lex asked, “Well am I?”

“I’m afraid to say that you won me over,” she replied with a chuckle.

“That was sort of the plan.”

“Well, it worked.”

“You said Clark is your brother, older brother I’m guessing?”

“Oh no, quite the opposite actually. I’m older by two years. He’s a freshman and I’m almost a junior.”

“Wow, really? You both look rather young.”

“Genetics I guess. But you’re rather young yourself.”

The two smiled and chatted, laughing every so often. Taking a liking to each other rather quickly. Lucy could see what Clark, who had already met up with Lex twice, meant by saying he’s a pretty alright person. Charming, kind, strong-minded, well-mannered, rich, and impressive. Lex found himself taking a great fondness to her. He didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t met that many people in Smallville just yet, or what it was. But he found her sweet, silly, charming, open-minded at times, and a bit of a chatterbox. He didn’t mind it at all.

The two became friends within that week.

Little did they know that friendship would soon turn upside down...

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How Lucy Met Bruce Wayne Years Later

Meanwhile, while Clark was off training with his powers, Lucy went to Metropolis to start as a young intern for the Daily Planet. Just picking up coffee and donuts for the staff, assisting with actual reports, picking up dry cleaning, and getting things done in general.

Eventually, Perry White gave her the opportunity to start actually doing more writing and photography than just picking up dry cleaning for the staff. She grinned, working with Jimmy Olsen on a few small pieces for the Daily Planet, getting to deal with the morning greetings and nightly specials collection of the paper.

Finding whatever opportunity for what she deemed as interesting subjects that young folk like her and Jimmy would enjoy. Around that same time, Clark returned home, and she hugged her big brother, suggesting that he get a job at the Daily Planet as well. The Kent Siblings at the Daily Planet!

He accepted her request, deciding to take a crack at it and thinking it would be rather helpful for when he gets his real opportunity to save the lives of many. The moment he arrived at the Daily Planet, he met her. Lois Lane. And he was starstruck the second he saw her, fumbling over his words as the pair spoke. He could practically hear his sister coughing down a few giggles from her desk the entire time. Can you blame her? She found it adorable.

But her moment to become starstruck came only a few short days after her meeting with Perry White. He wanted a few reporters from the Planet to fly over to Gotham Bay to get the latest footage and scoop on the Charity Events being hosted there. Lucy was picked out of all the other reporters, being dragged into the mess with people such as Cat Grant and such.

She always heard about Gotham's modern-day elements with that vintage noir style that made it feel classy. Timeless even.

The moment she arrived at Gotham airport in a hurry to reach her hotel and get a feel for the actual city she would be placed into for the next few days, Lucy bumped shoulders with someone, giving a small sorry not realizing she dropped her sunglasses. Thankfully, the person she bumped into did.

He noticed the simple silver dollar glasses that landed on the floor, calling out, “Excuse me, miss?”

She turned around, hummed quietly facing the person who she assumed called her back there. She pointed to herself to make sure, the man noticed jogging up to her.

Once he did, she got a better glimpse of him. Tall, rich bright blue eyes that are as clear as day, and a soft wide smile. Along with a noticeable mark on his upper cheekbone.

“I believe you dropped these,” he said with a smile holding up the statement sunglasses.

“Oh uh-yes I did,” she replied, fumbling with her bag on her shoulder, smiling softly, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Things happen.”

“Thank you, Mr…”

“Wayne. Bruce Wayne.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne.”

“No problem.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“Uh um, yes please.”

He helped carry the suitcase out the door, as she held her bag. The two smiled, holding up to a 5-minute simple conversation waiting for the taxi to arrive. He opened the door for the lady, placing the suitcase beside her. She closed the door, thanking him once again for the help.

Before the taxi driver could take off, Bruce leaned down facing the window remembering something, “I didn’t get your name.”

“Lucy,” she replied with a smile.

The taxi driver drove off, leaving Bruce Wayne standing there with a smile. He chuckled at the thought, as he heard Alfred call from him saying that his car was ready to take him home. Alfred saw the look on his face, smiling to himself, enjoying the thought of the young man happy for whatever reason.

Two nights later, the Charity Event arrived, Lucy walked in a short gray dress, that had pockets near the front, red pumps, and her hair tied up with pieces hanging out to frame her face. She wasn’t going for anything fancy, just something business casual and professional.

She took tips and quick interviews from people, getting a feel of the Charity Event as well as the people of Gotham. The elite center of men and women asked for photos to be requested in their inboxes, meanwhile other folks gladly spoke to them answering simple questions. Such as Jim Gordon who spoke to her and Cat Grant with such calm intellect that made them feel comfortable during the event.

A few ladies went running around and past them, finding themselves on the other end of the hallway towards the elegant man who walked into the building. Gushing, asking him things, flirting with the man in question, and requesting a few dances on the floorboard. Hell, even Cat Grant rushed over, hoping to snatch him up for a few minutes to herself. All Bruce Wayne could do was laugh and smile, catching a glimpse of the women in the far right corner loudly giggling. They locked eyes, recognizing each other again. She shrugged at the chaos as he mouthed jokingly, ‘help’.

She jokingly mouthed, ‘You’re on your own.’ The woman walked away sipping her drink, grabbing an interview with a few ladies of the jurying party. Some time later, she found herself on the dance floor with a nice blonde billionaire chatting away mid-laugh, until the blue-eyed man from earlier asked if he can cut in.

The pair nodded, as both men switched places. Now her hands were placed securely in his own, as his other gently lay on her waist. Her arm rested above his shoulder with ease.

“So, Mr. Wayne..” She said, being cut off by a smile.

“Bruce. You can call me Bruce.” He replied with a smile.

“Bruce. I see you escaped the attack of the wild she-wolves.”

“Ah, well, you see I’m a master at escaping situations like that one.”

“It’s a gift then, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce smiled, liking the way it rolled off her tongue, he almost would’ve melted at the sound. His last name came off too sly, tender, and sweetly dressed like a cowboy’s favorite slice of pie on a nice sunny day. She returned the smile, getting lost in his eyes for a moment with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Like what you see?” She teased him with a grin, “Mr. Wayne.”

“Stop that,” he replied with a grin, twirling her around.

“Stop what?”

“The way you say my name, Ms. Kent.”

“Or what?”

“I might have to show you the town and then take you home.”

“A billionaire’s house? No thank you, hon. Wait—I didn’t tell you my last name..”

She landed mid-twirl into his arms, their chests against one another as she let a blush rise to her cheeks.

“It’s on your name tag,” he said with a smile, it was his turn to make her melt a bit tonight.

“Oh um, right,” she added, swaying in place as her eyes landed on his face.

“Yes?”

“I have a question.”

“Go for it.”

“Did you know about me coming here tonight?”

“No, I had no idea they were sending a Daily Planet reporter to Gotham, darling.”

“Fair, are you here for the Charity or free drinks?”

“Oh not exactly, Wayne Enterprises is offering a huge donation to the orphanage and hospitals nearby.”

Lucy smiled hearing that. She remembered hearing from Lois that Gotham men can be trash sometimes, but that's not what she sees. Especially adoring the fact that he was someone with money giving to the less fortunate, it was sweet and showed that he cared.

She smiled softly, “That’s lovely.”

“Now I have a question to ask you.” He added, returning the smile, “If you knew who I was when we met at the airport, would you have thought differently?”

“Hmm, depending on the situation. If I had to rate it, I would’ve given you a 7 for kindness and generosity towards me.”

“I’ll take it. May I say, you’re a good dancer, Ms. Kent.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne.”

“You have a slight change in accent, where are you from?”

“Uh, can you guess?”

“Hmm, Tennessee?”

“Close. It’s the southern part of the country, Kansas.”

“Kansas? Never met anyone from there before.”

“Well now you have!”

“It’s my lucky day.”

The pair kept chatting, Lucy being able to get some insight into Wayne Enterprises and the CEO of the company, but still wanting more about Gotham. Bruce found himself very responsive and liking the fact that she didn’t see him as the billionaire or walk away like the other women at the party. His eyes rushed to meet her face, taking it all in.

The two got to know each other fairly well. But it didn’t stop there, as the next morning he showed up at her hotel doorstep requesting to show her the city for the article she was writing. She agreed, following him to the limousine, where Alfred Pennyworth introduced himself graciously.

Little did the pair know that they would be dating afterwards. Spending visits to Gotham and Metropolis, date nights, and meeting friends. That’s how Bruce actually met Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Superman met Batman during those visits, growing respect for one another.

World’s Finest.

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That's all folks! I have a short story on how Oliver Queen met Lucy but that would have to be for another time ;) Anyways let me know what you think in the comments below!

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AWAKENING

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/o4TesL3 by Jill_Bashful7 Of course what do you except when you have sisters, three deadly sisters in that matter. From the day the were taken, being trained into a life they had no idea was here until now. Taught to kill, conquer leave no trace any life or form alive. What happens when they leave that for the better. Daughters of the Mad Titan, three girls from earth. Different background, stories that are now the Universe's worst enemies. What happens when earth's start to emerge together? Will they play the role of the hero or the villain. Words: 87, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Deadly Sisters Series Fandoms: MCU, DC - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Original Characters, Tim Drake, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Steve Rodgers, Jonathan "Jon" Kent (Superman & Lois TV 2021) Relationships: OC X OC, Tim drake x oc, The Death Sisters, Peter parker x oc, Natasha x Oc, Dick Grayson x Oc Additional Tags: originals characters - Freeform, Original Story - Freeform, Marvel 616/MCU Crossover, Canon: DC Animated Movie Universe | DCAMU (2013-2020), DC Comics References, MCU x Dc crossover read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/o4TesL3

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Send me requests!

(Not my GIF)

So, after much reading and ADORING of Tumblr fics, I've decided to have a go at some of my own!

Stuff I will write -

Top Gun.

Rooster x Reader/OC

Maverick x Reader/OC

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Stranger Things.

Eddie x Reader/OC

Steve x Reader/OC

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Superman & Lois.

ANYTHING Kent family related, but I do have a soft spot for younger Kent sister feels.

Please, please, PLEASE fill my asks with requests and I will do my best to fulfill. I kindly ask for NO SMUT requests as that's not an area I'm comfortable writing and sharing (yet).

Give me all the fluff/romance/angst/family/hurt/comfort feels you can.