#Rosalie Potter

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It's Not Easy

A Smallville love story - Clark Kent x OC

Chapter 2 - Metamorphosis

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

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

“I’m glad you’re alright, Clark.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In your dreams, Ross.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a date.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m having trouble following…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“At least I got a handshake this time.”

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

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

“He’s the one who untied me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eyes front, soldier.” 

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

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

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

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

“Touché,” Rose nodded in defeat.

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

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

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

“Why are you encouraging her to slack off?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“$24.56”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rose didn’t tell you?”

“Rose knew?”

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

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

“I came to apologize.”

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

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

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

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

“Who told you?”

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

Clark shook his head, avoiding her gaze.

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

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

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

“Can’t you get it replaced?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rose’s eyes met Moonlight’s.

“She wants to take over the world.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rose.”

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

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

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

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

“She’s mine now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which way did he go?”

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

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

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

“You know the old Creekside Foundry?”

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

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

“How do you know he’s there?”

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

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

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

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

Lana quickly stepped back from her and helped her up.

“Alright, just don’t barf on me.”

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

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

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

“We don’t know where he is.”

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

“Found him,” Whitney stated. 

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

“Rosalie, what are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#smallville dr #smallville #superman #clark kent #clark kent x oc #superman fanfic #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #tom welling #tom welling superman #rosalie potter

[bunbunbl0gs]

︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ⊹𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ✩𝒏𝒉𝒍✩ ✩ 𝒐𝒃𝒙 ✩ ✩𝒈𝒐𝒕 ✩ ✩𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒑 ✩ ✩𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ✩ ✩𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒅 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✩ ✩𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒂𝒉𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒎𝒓 ✩ ✩𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓✩

#jj maybank edit #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #obx #got #got smut #hotd x reader #hotdedit #hotd rhaenyra #harry potter au #harry potter edit #newt tmr #tmredit #teen wolf series #teen wolf stiles #teenwolf #scream ghostface #scream iv #scream smut #tate langdon ahs #tate langdon icons #twilight cast #twilight aesthetic #twilight imagine #twilight smut #rosalie hale #tsitpedit #tsitp s2 #doctor who icons #doctor who imagine

[foxglovevibes]

When someone rhetorically asks why they like characters with trauma so much and you unintentionally psycho-analyze the reason why people are so drawn to trauma riddled characters- 💀💀💀💀

And again when they said something about elven characters specifically 😂

Apparently I was so on point that my friend, who is taking psychology as a course in uni, deadass was just like; "No, that fully checks out-" 🤣

#foxglovevibes #character analysis #astarion #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #marc spector #steven grant #will graham #hannibal lecter #harry potter #miguel o'hara #arthur morgan #rosalie hale #morgana pendragon #jacob seed #john seed #multifandom #multi character #willow park #hunter the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #psychoanalysis

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐚/𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨

These women can be summed up in two words: fierce and caring. It may seem like they do not care for many, and that may be true. But those they do care about, well, no one will ever harm them. 

  The variants and daughters of Hera/Juno are hard but have good hearts. They can also destroy a person, a place, and even a family. They’re women that you never want to be in a fight with. Because they can, and will, do anything to win. 

𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑒

𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦

𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟

𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑧

𝑍𝑜𝑦𝑎 𝑁𝑎𝑧𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑘𝑦

𝐶𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑁𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝐴𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛

𝐵𝑒𝑡𝘩 𝐷𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛

𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦

#variants #variant meme #nesta archeron #cersei lannister #variants of hera #daughters of hera #demigods #alicent hightower #narcissa malfoy #zoya nazyanelsky #beth dutton #rosalie hale #euphoria #maddy perez #harry potter #percy jackson #greek mythology #juno variants #daughters of juno #roman mythology #female rage

[yourlocalnetizen]

I will never forgive y’all who demonize female characters who are traditionally feminine or emotional or conventionally beautiful and seen as desirable to men or treated as a rival love interest.

#rosalie hale #lavender brown #cho chang #fleur delacour #ELAIN ARCHERON #helene aquilla #tag anyone else who fits this description #twilight saga #harry potter series #acotar #an ember in the ashes

[dark-elf-writes]

Harry: he called you his…little spider monkey?

Bella: …

Harry: that’s it, you’re not seeing this boy again. I mean really, a spider monkey? There’s something wrong with that kid you can’t even blame the vampirism on.

Teddy: bad bat!

Harry: that’s right pup, bad bat. Very bad bat.

At some point Harry would have to hit the “how are you a hundred years old and so poorly socialized” thing which if he actually brought it up with Edward would kick off a whole new level of animosity with Carlisle becuase who just makes a seventeen year old immortal without consent because they’re lonely.

#the elf talks #harry potter #twilight #not to mention the ickiness surrounding why he changed Rosalie #Harry would actually fight him if he knew that particular story

[severitus812fan]

Harry: so that’s my plan

Jasper: are you alright with constructive criticism? We don’t want to sound mean.

Harry: no, go ahead. I want to hear it

Rosalie: it fucking sucks

Harry: that’s not constructive criticism

#severitus812 #g&g #green and gold #harry potter #jasper hale #rosalie hale #wrong quotes

[saturniirae]

Can you imagine, your head resting on their chest as your limbs are tied together, hearing their slow breaths and admiring their features. They look so peaceful that way, can you imagine?

#bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #zuko #mitsuri kanroji #shinobu kocho #niran pruksamanee #lifeweaver #widowmaker #shorter wong #rengoku kyojuro #harry potter #arthur morgan #rosalie hale #peeta mellark #natasha romanoff #luna lovegood #tomas vrbada #kitana #mileena

[everythingoiezoie]

The dopamine hit i get when a gem of a 2+ year old unupdated fic suddenly gets an update out of the blue...

#fanfiction #mcu #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #harry potter #hermione granger #fleurmione #fleur delacour #twilight #rosalie hale #alice cullen #bella swan #bellalice #rosalie x bella #game of thrones #margaery tyrell #sansa stark #sansaery

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

How would Tom/Rosalie even be possible? What would they possibly see in each other?

Anon, I never said it was possible.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight shipping #harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #harry potter shipping #rosalie hale #tom riddle #tom riddle/rosalie hale #anti tom riddle/rosalie hale #shipping #meta #headcanon #opinion

[reikuns-realities]

It’s Not Easy

A smallville Love story - Clark Kent x OC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clark.

The reason was always Clark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chloe glanced at him as he backtracked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pete pulled her lower, effectively shushing her.

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

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

“Pretty damn sure it’s illegal .”

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

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

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

Lana.

It was always Lana.

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

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

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

“Five,” Chloe replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

“If you asked me, I’d say yes”

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

“If you wanted a date…”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“I- Okay.”

“That settles it.”

“You’re my date to Homecoming?”

“That’s the idea,” Clark chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Rose, did you want some cocoa?” Lana asked, grabbing a saucepan.

“No, I’m fine,” Rose replied, closing her textbook. “I was thinking about checking up on Clark. I heard he took quite the dive to save Lex Luthor today. Talk about heroic.”

“Oh, tell him i said ‘hi.’” Lana smiled.

“Will do.”

Rose walked out the door and skipped off the porch, the flower bed growing more vibrant as she passed it. The walk to Clark’s was slightly longer than you’d expect, but Rose didn’t mind. She liked looking at the stars. Even though she knew nothing about them. She loved stargazing on long walks.

She knew Clark would be hauled up in his loft above the barn, but out of politeness, she started toward the front porch. She gave the door to the bright yellow house a couple firm knocks. Martha Kent pulled the door open after a couple short seconds. She smiled, sweetly. The gesture, giving Rose a warm and fuzzy feeling.

“Rose! What a surprise!” She exclaimed. “What brings you here tonight?”

“Hi, Mrs. Kent!” Rose replied before pointing to the barn. “I heard what happened to Clark. I was thinking I’d check on him.”

“Oh!” Martha perked, smirking at her husband for a second. “Why don’t you head on over. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

“Thanks, Mr. And Mrs. Kent!” Rose waved before stepping off the porch.

The barn was quite dark. If she didn’t know any better she’d think he wasn’t up there. She climbed the short flight of stairs only to see Clark Kent, slouched over, looking into a telescope, fixed on her house.

“That’s quite an invasion of privacy, Clarkson,” she said, walking towards him.

“Rose!” Clark jumped, turning to her, his cheeks a bit red. Rose gave him a solemn look before looking out the loft window. Her eyes fell on Lana and Whitney on the front porch. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“You must really like her,” Rose swallowed her feelings with a lighthearted laugh, to which Clark nodded. “You don’t have to go with me to the dance, Clark.”

“But I want to go with you,” Clark’s eyes met hers, immediately making Rose look away.

“I don’t think I want to go with you,” Rose chuckled, sitting on his couch. “We’re better off as friends anyway.”

Clark nodded at the statement, breaking her heart.

“So I heard what you did,” She smiled. “Superhero Clark Kent. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a couple scratches,” He lied.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, I don’t know what I’d do without you around.”

“Of course,” Clark laughed, ruffling her hair. “How would you get anything from the top shelf?”

“Shut up,” Rose chuckled before standing up. “I better get going. And I better not see that telescope fixed on my front porch again.”

She pointed at him, raising an eyebrow. He raised his right hand, placing his left on his heart, smiling.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

He watched as her head disappeared down the stairs.

Rose.

He’d known her for as long as he could remember. Hell, she was his first kiss. He always admired her confident, care-free nature. Confidence was something he always felt he lacked. Lana and Rose were polar opposites, a fact Clark had noticed a long time ago. Though both were raised by Nell Potter, Rose refused to be the ‘picture perfect daughter,’ while Lana seemed to fit the title to a tea effortlessly. Clark admired Rose for keeping true to herself and knowing who she was. That was something Clark couldn’t quite figure out. He admired everything about her, but admiration wasn’t love.

He loved Lana. He knew he did. She was beautiful, sweet, gentle, and dedicated. She was perfect. What’s not to love? Most importantly, she was unattainable. She was in a long term, committed relationship with Whitney Fordman, Smallville’s star quarterback. Perhaps that was why he liked her. You want what you can’t have. Regardless, he had strong feelings for Lana Lang with little chance of them faltering.

So why did his chest tighten while watching her cousin walk away?

She trudged along the dirt road leading up to her house, shivering at the cool breeze. A trail of black dahlias growing with each step. She stomped through the front porch, where Lana sat, sipping her cocoa.

“So how’s loverboy?” Lana asked, grinning.

“He’s fine, hold on,” Rose turned to face the barn, where she knew Clark would see her. She rather dramatically shot him the bird. She couldn’t see it, but she smiled to herself, knowing she’d freaked him out.

“And what was that for?” Lana asked.

“Just something between me and Clark, it’s fine” Rose grinned.

“Okay,” Lana smiled. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“I saw Whitney earlier, is he still here?”

“No,” Lana shook her head. Rose raised her eyebrow at Lana’s bare neck, pointing at it.

“And where’s your necklace?”

“I lent it to Whitney,” Lana hummed, smiling fondly at the thought of her little gesture.

“That’s real sweet, Lana, but do you really trust him that much?”

“I do,” she nodded.

Rose laughed a bit, earning a puzzled look from Lana.

“What? What is it?”

“You two have been dating for, what? Two months?” Rose sat beside her. “And you give him the one thing you have left of your parents?”

“He’s just borrowing it, Rose,” Lana rolled her eyes. “He’ll give it back, he understands how much it means to me.”

“Right, with his 3 years on us, he’s become quite wise. The senior jock, he is, he has to be very responsible and reliable.”

“I don’t like your tone,” Lana folded her arms across her chest.

“That’s kind of the point,” Rose stated. “He’s sweet when he wants to be but he’s also a bully. He’s like one of those toddlers who turn into angels in the presence of adults. Not a trait you want to see in a 17 year old, Lana.”

“This conversation was not an invitation to shit on my boyfriend, Rosalie,” Lana abruptly stood up. “I think we both need some rest. Goodnight.”

She stepped inside the house, without another word. Rose sighed, rising to her feet. She folded the blanket that Lana was using and tossed it over her shoulder, cleaning up the porch before walking towards the door. Just as she was about to walk through, Lana shut it with a slam. Rose ran her hand through her hair in frustration, opening the door and stepping inside.

Rose and Lana fought a lot. They were complete opposites, so naturally they butted heads frequently. They would go days, even weeks without speaking to each other after arguments. This was one of those days. That morning, Lana had made french toast for everyone, except Rose. Even Whitney. That afternoon, Rose had lied and told Nell that Lana planned to spend the weekend up at the Fordman lake house with booze and drugs.

It was now late evening. Lana hadn’t come back from her evening ride. That usually meant Lana was visiting her parents at the cemetery. Lana was insecure about her little habit of talking to her parents’ grave. She considered herself crazy, speaking to the dead. Rose would always reassure her that the comfort she found in speaking to her parents was completely valid.

As per usual, Rose was sat on the front porch bench, under the comfort of a blanket and a mug of hot cocoa by her side. Her nimble fingers moved with purpose as she worked on her latest crochet project. She was currently working on a sheen green, sunflower granny square bandana for Chloe. Rose always loved this shade of green on the junior reporter. She made a mental note to make one for her Journalism teacher as well.

“Hey, Rose,” Whitney jogged towards the porch. “You and Lana still fighting?”

“You know it,” Rose snapped her fingers at him, to which Whitney chuckled.

“She around?”

“No, she’s gone to visit her parents,” Rose then pointed to another chair on the porch. “You’re welcome to stay and wait for her.”

He obliged, taking a seat.

“Hey, what’re your favorite colors? Winter’s just around the corner, figured I could make you and Lana a matching set.”

“I like a good set of fall colors like browns and reds.”

“Perfect!” Rose perked up, tossing her blanket off and running back into the house for her yarn.

When she had returned, however, Whitney had moved. He was instead, standing in the corner of the porch, staring into the night. Rose walked over to him, following his gaze. Her heart sank as her eyes fell on Clark and Lana. He had walked her home. It was an innocent gesture of friendship, yet the tension felt anything but. Rose shifted her weight from one foot to the other, as she bit the inside of her cheek. She took notice of how uncomfortable Whitney was about the scene unfolding before them. He couldn’t look away, his hands in fists at his side, his jaw clenched. Then, as if the situation couldn’t get any worse, Lana lifted onto her toes to plant an innocent kiss on Clark’s cheek.

“You've gotta be kidding,” Rose muttered, picking up her things and stepping back into her home. She stomped through the living room and up the stairs. Every plant in the house soon wilted as she slammed her bedroom door shut. She fell to her bed and screamed into her pillow, letting out her teenage frustrations.

“Rose?” Lana knocked on the door and opened it. “I know we’re fighting, but I saw the flowers. Thought I’d check in.”

“Do you even feel any remorse at all?” Rose asked, sitting up. “You know he likes you. Why encourage it?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Lana leaned against the door frame, folding her arms.

“Not to mention you have a boyfriend,” Rose rolled her eyes. “AND your cousin happens to have very deep feelings for the guy.”

“I think it might be time to give up on Clark, don’t you think?” Lana paired her words with a concerned gaze. “You deserve someone who can actually love you.”

“I’m sorry, wasn’t it you who encouraged me to ask him out just yesterday?”

“That was before I realized he could never love you. You deserve better, Rose.”

“Sometimes, Lana,” Rose stood from her bed, walking up to her. “You can be a real bitch.”

Rose shoved passed her, walking down the stairs. She wrapped a scarf around her neck and pulled a beanie over her head. Both she had crocheted for herself. She wrapped a warm coat around herself and reached for the door.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Her mother’s voice sounded from the kitchen. She was cleaning the dead plants her chlorokinetic daughter had murdered in her rage.

“Out.” Rose stated, turning the handle and pulling the door open. “If you want to know what happened, ask Lana.”

She slammed the door shut as she left.

She really didn’t know how she got there. After leaving her house, she sort of mindlessly walked. She had found herself in Clark’s loft. It was dark and empty but it felt safe. It felt like home.

She walked about the space, taking notice of everything. She had never been up here without Clark. The quiet felt so calming. She ran her hand over the sofa. So many group projects were completed on its comforting cushions. She looked through the expensive telescope she knew the Kents saved three months for as Clark’s birthday gift last year. She knew how much he loved it. She may have been the one to slip them the catalog, five months before, but she would never tell. She traced the carvings on the lid of a beautiful wooden chest before lifting it open. She pumped her fist in the air, a small celebration, having found a blanket she could use. Upon further inspection, she realized it was the blanket she had crocheted him the winter before. She grinned to herself. Of course he would keep it. But it was a bit worn, and the first blanket on the pile. That could only mean he used it often. She pulled it out of the chest and set it on the couch. She pulled off her coat and accessories, folding them neatly and rested them on the couch arm rest. She dived onto the couch, draping the blanket over her body. Clark wouldn’t mind if she stayed there that night.

The words of his parents echoed in his ears all evening. He was struggling to process it. He was different, sure. He’s known that forever. But an alien? He couldn’t be from a whole other planet. Perhaps that was why he was always drawn to the stars. He shook his head, letting the water from the shower head wash over his face. He had to clear his mind. There was no use wallowing in an existential crisis. He rubbed his face as the water ran down it. He turned the shower knob to the side, shutting off the water. He grabbed his towel and dried himself off. He used his hand to wipe off the fog from the mirror. He stared at himself in disbelief. He looked human, but he wasn’t. To the whole world he was Clark Kent, farm boy, boy next door, regular kid. But now, Clark only saw an alien. His parents had told him not to think that way, that he was still the same Clark. But it was different now. Why was he here in the first place? He was intentionally sent there. But why?

He had slipped on some boxers and pajama pants. He walked down the stairs and out the door, a small towel hung securely around the back of his neck, to aid his wet hair in the drying process. The cold never bothered him so he skipped the shirt. He stepped out the door and strolled towards his barn. He figured it was still early and he could get a couple assignments done before calling it a very eventful day.

His steps were heavy, he was never known for being light on his feet. He jumped a bit at the movement from his couch. His head shot towards it, blinking repeatedly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Clark stepped closer, wanting to inspect the intruder, luckily it was him that was here, not his parents, in case the intruder meant harm. Though he was cautious, he didn’t feel like he was in any danger. He stepped closer still, not yet recognizing the person that lay on the couch. She turned over to the side, facing him. He was taken aback. Why, it was Rosalie Potter. Wrapped in his blanket. On his couch. In his barn loft.

She looked so peaceful in her slumber. He’d never seen her asleep before. He sat on the edge of the couch, admiring her frame. She wouldn’t have hidden here if something wasn’t wrong. He sighed, gently brushing the hair from her face.

“I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered.

Rose reached up and held his hand in her sleep. It was a gesture that made Clark blush bright red. A bit too intimate for friends, he thought. He gently stood up, at least that was what he meant to do. Rose’s grip tightened. He glanced back at her, her eyebrows furrowed as sturdy vines sprouted from her arm, wrapping around his. Clark’s eyes widened. In his shock, he couldn’t do too much but let her pull him onto the couch with the assistance of her vines. Clark tried so very hard to process this information quickly. Rose had powers. And she had just used them to cuddle with him.

“Uh- Rose?” Clark stuttered in hopes he could wake her.

Rose yawned, small and quick, snuggling into his chest. By then Clark had given up. He could free himself with ease, but he ultimately decided it would be a mistake to wake her now.

“Mine,” the sleeping rose mumbled, pulling him closer.

The red that rested on Clark’s cheeks grew more vibrant. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms protectively around her.

“I don’t know what happened, Rosalie,” he pressed his lips on the top of her head briefly, leaving a gentle kiss. “But I’ll always be here for you.”

He pulled her closer, letting his eyes fall shut. Her vines unraveled and disappeared. The sleep came quickly. Quicker than it ever had before. He’d been having a bit of an insomniac spell for the past couple weeks. Rose’s embrace felt so safe, he slept through the night.

Rose inhaled as she rose from her slumber. The scent of men’s body wash flooded her senses. She yelped at the scent, falling off the edge of the couch. Clark shot straight up, his eyes wide as he stared at Rose who was rubbing where her head hit the floor.

“Are you okay?” Clark asked, reaching over and pulling her to her feet with ease.

“Yeah! I’m fine…” Rose shifted from one foot to the other, pointing between her, Clark, and the couch. “Why were you cuddling me?”

“Hey, I’m just sleeping on my couch,” He tilted his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “You’re the one trespassing.”

“Hey, you should be flattered, this is my safe space.” Rose folded her arms.

“I am,” Clark grinned. “And you’re always welcome. Just knock next time so I can offer my room instead, okay?”

“Will do,” Rose gave a small smile.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Clark tapped his hands on his thighs, awkwardly. “Save me a dance tonight?”

“Consider all of them yours, Clarkson,” Rose’s smile broke into a grin.

Rose’s cheeks flushed as she thought about Clark’s arms around her. Rose was not a shy girl. She was very friendly. She was very familiar with male attention, some may even describe her as a flirt. But it was different with Clark. It always was. He was the only person who could make her blush. Perhaps it was because she had loved him for years. As she rounded the corner of her house, she stopped for a second, taking a deep breath. It was time to face the wrath of her mother.

“Where the hell have you been, Rosalie Cordelia Potter?” Nell’s voice was firm but calm as Rose walked through the door.

“Mom, me and Lana had a bit of a spat-“

“-and that justifies you staying out all night without a call?”

“Well, no,” Rose tossed her keys on the table. “But I was less than a mile away at the Kents-“

“And now you’re staying at a boy’s? Rosalie, this is not the girl I raised.”

“As if you did much raising,” Rose scoffed, walking past her mother and up the stairs. “Why don’t you go talk to Lana about it. Maybe she’s the daughter you raised. I have to go to work.”

The Beanery was Smallville’s only cafe. Rose worked there on weekends and some nights. Better than working part time at mom’s shop that’s for sure, Rose had thought. As if she wouldn’t drop everything if her mother asked her to.

Rose wiped the spilt milk on the counter, lost in her thoughts. The bell on the door chimed as it opened. She turned towards the noise. Rose grinned as Clark walked up to the counter.

“It’s been awhile,” Clark joked, matching her grin.

“Well, how do you do, stranger?” Rose tossed the rag she was using over her shoulder. “What can I getcha?”

“Chloe’s got some sort of theory on a strange man she and Pete saw this morning,” Clark answered. “We’re meeting in the school library for information.”

“So… Hazelnut cappuccino for Chloe, something sweet for Pete, and an Americano for you?” Rose punched in the prices.

“You know us so well,” Clark smirked.

“Well, I’m not just your barista, you know,” Rose replied, that stupid grin never left her face. “$12.50”

“These prices are going up,” Clark muttered, in an attempt to continue the conversation.

“I don’t make the rules, Clarkson,” Rose raised her voice as she aerated the milk for Chloe’s cappuccino, cuing the shots.

“You’re really good at that,” Clark leaned on the counter, watching her work. Luckily, the cafe wasn’t busy, so Rose could talk with Clark as much as she wanted.

“It isn’t that hard, just comes with practice.” She finished off Chloe’s drink, writing her name on it and a small heart.

“About that dance tonight,” Clark started, grabbing a to-go tray, placing Chloe’s drink inside. “Did you want me to pick you up?”

“No, thanks,” Rose finished off Pete’s with a smiley face. “Whitney said he’d drive us. And I’d much prefer being driven by someone who actually has their license.”

“Oh, come on, I drive for my parents all the time. What’s an official license going to do?” Clark grinned as she walked over with the last drink, his.

She uncapped her sharpie, jotting down ‘Clarkson’ in possibly the sweetest handwriting he had ever seen, and punctuating it with a star.

“A star?” Clark inspected the doodle before sipping his americano. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re star guy,” Rose chuckled. “You know, you like stars.”

“You know, I outta have you over one night,” Clark started. Rose’s eyes darted away at the thought. “Maybe I can teach you a bit on astronomy.”

“Oh,” Rose sighed in relief. “You know, that’s a great idea, Clarkson.”

“How’s next weekend?”

“Great! It’s a date.”

”It’s a date?” Clark smirked at her, his height suddenly making her nervous.

“It’s a date… the 27th.” Rose nodded. “The date I will go to your loft. For our platonic hang out.”

“That sounds perfect, Rosalie,” Clark chuckled, grabbing the drinks. “Don’t forget to save me that dance.”

“Couldn’t if I tried, Clark,” she grinned as he waved goodbye.

Rose stood in her little corner of the gymnasium and sipped from her little cup of punch. She had turned down a whopping six boys asking to dance with her. A bit rude, seeing as the man of her affections had not yet shown, but Rosalie was a stubborn girl. When she said she would save all of her dances for Clark, she meant all her dances. She wore a sage green spaghetti strap dress that fell just below her knees. The top of her hair held in place with a clip, as the rest of it was down. Her naturally wavy hair was accentuated with artificial curls she had achieved with her curling iron.

“Why aren’t you dancing, Rose.” The newly crowned Homecoming king found his way to the bored girl. “Who goes to a dance and doesn’t dance?”

“Waiting for someone…” Rose muttered, looking around a bit.

“Come on, still? After what he did to you?” Whitney shook his head, gazing at the shorter girl. “You should be happy that barnyard hillbilly didn’t show.”

“We all live in the same small town, Whitney. You’re one to talk.” Rose scoffed. “And he’s going to come. He promised.”

“Not likely,” Whitney snickered.

“What do you mean by that?” Rose asked, setting down her cup. A pit in her stomach formed, she had a terrible feeling.

He just stared in response, hoping she would just drop the question all together.

“Whitney.” She stepped forward, taking a deep breath in order to calm herself down. “What did you do?”

“I-“

“You’re driving me to Riley fields right now,” She began to walk towards the exit.

“What do I tell Lana?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Rose turned to face him again. “Maybe that you strung up our friend, half naked, in a field on one of the coldest nights of the season?”

“You can’t pin that on me. You have no proof I’m guilty.”

“Oh, you little fucker,” Rose patted him down. Once she found his keys, she raised her hand and slapped the back of his head. Whitney winced in pain.

“What’s going on, guys?” Lana had noticed the commotion from across the room and decided to investigate.

“Nothing, babe.” Whitney rubbed the spot rose had smacked, causing Lana to inspect it herself. “Rose just needs some air. Isn’t that right, Rose?”

“Yeah,” Rose scoffed, rolling her eyes. She turned on her heel and began to walk away “If I don’t come back, I drove Whitney’s van into the lake.”

“Don’t-“ Rose flipped him off as she continued walking to the exit. “Do whatever you want, it’s fine.”

Rose drove through the town, as quickly as she could without getting pulled over. Riley Fields happened to be right next to the LuthorCorp Fertilizer Plant. She pulled over just outside both locations and stepped out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of a sports car, but she thought nothing of it, there were more important issues at hand.

“CLARK!” She shouted as she ventured into the cornfield, her hands cupped around her mouth. “CLARK, IT’S ROSE!”

She soon made it to a clearing. A post stood in the middle of it, rope dangling from it. She sighed in relief, someone already untied him.

“You just missed him,” A smooth voice sounded from behind her, making Rose jump and turn around. “Were you the one who did this?”

The man before her was young, about 21. He had a medium build. She could tell from the suit and the sports car that he was rich, but she didn’t have to infer that. She knew who he was. She read enough Daily Planet to recognize Lex Luthor when she saw him.

“No,” She pulled her crocheted shawl tightly around her body, suddenly feeling a bit too revealing. “As soon as I found out he was this year’s scarecrow, I rushed over to get him down.”

“Are you a friend of Clarks?”

“Yes… a friend. I’m his friend.”

“What’s your name?”

“We’ve met before.”

“You’ll have to refresh my memory,” Lex smiled politely. “I think I’d remember if I met someone like you.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a dance to give,” Rose ignored his comment, turning on her heel and walking back into the fields.

“Good luck on your little crush,” Lex shouted. “You must be Rosalie.”

She shuddered as she closed the door to the van after getting in. Nothing but bad news, Rose thought as she started the car. Keep an eye on Lex Luthor.

She walked through the gymnasium, searching for the tall gentleman who had just escaped his own prison. Rose folded her arms as she watched all the couples dance. Right back to square one. She grinned happily as she saw Chloe and Pete dancing together. They made a handsome couple.

Rose’s eyes darted to the door as she felt a gaze on her. The door closed as her eyes fell on it. She furrowed her eyebrows, sighing. She looked down at her feet and rubbed her arm. Rose figured he just went home after everything. Hell, I would too. She thought to herself. It would be the rational thing to do.

“Oh, he didn’t show?” Lana walked up to Rose, holding Whitney’s hand.

Rose shook her head in response. “Hey, Whitney? Could you drop me off at the Kents’ instead tonight?”

“Good idea,” said Lana as she snapped her fingers. “So you can beat him up.”

“Yeah,” Rose chuckled halfheartedly. “Something like that.”

Rose stepped out of Whitney’s van, shooting the driver a venomous glance before slamming the door shut. Lana was still confused as to why her boyfriend and her cousin were fighting, but she didn’t want to anger Rose by asking. Not after the night she had. Rose looked up at the window of Clark’s barn loft. She swallowed around nothing and she inhaled deeply. She noted the light escaping the window, confirming Clark’s presence up there. Whitney’s van pulled away, towards Rose’s home. She briefly glanced at it as they drove away. Her attention shifted back to the loft. She took one more breath before taking her first step.

(Cue Everything by Lifehouse)

She climbed up the steps she had so many times before. Only this time, her steps felt heavier. It was almost difficult, she could feel her own reluctance. She wanted to face Clark, but was she even ready to? Did she even really want to? Was that her desire? To see him. After everything? Her mind went blank as she reached the top. There he was. Blue pullover, a crimson red t-shirt peeking out the top. He was staring out the window, spaced out in the middle of the room. He was lost in thought. Rose noted the radio was on, it happened to be a song she enjoyed. Lifehouse always reminded her of Clark.

“I love this song,” she stated, stepping from the stairs, making her presence known. Clark jumped at the sound.

“Rose!” Clark’s cheeks flushed as he turned to face her. He muttered “you’re real, right?”

“What do you mean by that?” Rose smiled softly.

“Nothing,” Clark replied, stepping closer to her. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Really?” Rose’s head tilted up to look at him. “I would’ve thought you didn’t want to see me after Whitney did that to you.”

“You knew?”

“I found out at the dance, practically flew halfway across town trying to save you,” Rose searched his eyes, she didn’t realize how close they were. “Turns out you didn’t need saving.”

“You ran from the school to Riley Fields?” He tilted his head, trying to wrap it around the idea.

“I stole Whitney’s van,” Rose smirked. “scraped it a little too.”

“What happened to not wanting to be driven by someone who doesn’t have a license?”

“I was trying to save you!” Rose exclaimed. “Besides, it’s different when it’s me.”

“I wouldn’t trust you behind the wheel. Your road rage is a safety hazard for everyone around you.” They both shared a laugh.

“Listen, Clark,” Rose started. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get there faster.”

“It’s alright you didn’t save me, Rosalie,” He brought his hand up, tucking her hair behind her ear. He admired the blush that crept up her cheeks at his touch. “As long as you saved me that dance.”

“I-I did…”

“Perfect.”

He pulled away, briefly to turn the knob on his stereo. The volume increased as he did so. Clark turned back to Rose, carefully pulling her to him by the waist. Her breath hitched as her chest met his toned middle. With his free hand, he lifted her arm, moving down it to catch her own hand. She placed her left hand on his shoulder, letting him take the lead. She moved closer, eyes fixed on his chest in an attempt to hide her now beet red face. Clark took the opportunity to lean his cheek on her head. Rose closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the fleeting moment they were sharing. She noted everything, committing it to memory. The smell of his cologne. The way his jaw flexed and relaxed against her temple. His firm, but oddly gentle grip on her waist. His voice as he softly sang along to the lyrics.

Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

I hope you enjoyed this first episode. This story is adapted from my Desired Reality. You can follow me on TikTok @reikuns.realities

#Smallville #Clark Kent #Rosalie Potter #Superman #Shifting Realities #Smallville DR #Desired Reality #Clark Kent x OC #Clark Kent imagine #Clark Kent fanfiction #Tom Welling #Tom Welling!Clark Kent #Smallville!Clark Kent #It’s Not Easy #Reikun’s Realities

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Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

This was originally supposed to be shared on my birthday, but like I mentioned before I’ve been pretty busy ( ；´Д｀) But I finally finished it, and since it’s Valentine's Day, it's only right that I share something with our former lovely King and Queen of Hearts 😊

❌ NO REPOSTING ❌

#ariparri #hphm cardverse #rosalie emilien #declan conroy #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm au #hphm valentines #damn I forgot how to write out posts #I also almost forgot how to color (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE DARK KNIGHT get what he deserves?” He is in THE DEATH EATERS & is CLOSED to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → rabstan lestrange pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1957 - september 1958 face claim → dylan o’brien blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → socialite amongst high society in wizarding london future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

BROODING & MYSTERIOUS he is the swirling RAGEFUL WATERS presented as a CALM & QUIET STREAM. He encaptures what’s WRONG with SOCIETY, another PREETY FACE with a TWISTED MOUTH breathing CURSES under their BREATH. He is UNPREDICTABLE & DANGEROUS, a pale SNAKE slithering through the upper-classes, BEAUTIFUL, UNIQUE and ready to strike with their DEADLY venom at whoever dares to TOUCH their skin.

— his story starts with ;

The youngest of two boys, Rabstan and his older brother RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [sibling], were born in Lestrange Manor in Gloucestershire to their doing parents Marlie and Thiebuat Lestrange. From a long lineage of French and British sorcerers, their family commanded respect from the wizarding community, as key figures in their community. Marie Lestranged adored him and his brother unlike any other and his childhood was nothing less than romantic. Although told to them in indylic setting, Rabstan and his brother knew that their family legacy was incredibly important and that his parents had done a great deal to protect it, a job which would one day pass to him and Rodolphus. Raised as perfect gentlemen, on the arm of his mother, Rabastan attended glittering balls and parties held by his parents and their families, watching as they all vied for attention from his parents and the Black’s. Rabastan’s eyes were always carefully trained on those around him, watching every quirk and quiver. His quiet disposition helped with that. It was clear that even amongst The Twenty-Eight, there was a very clear hierarchy. 

As such, Rabastan made it a priority to befriend the younger Black sisters. ANDROMEDA BLACK [friend] was in his year at school and when he was sorted into Slytherin alongside her. Other names made the list of great importance, including ADRASTEIA GREENGRASS [friend], ROSALIE FLINT [friend], XERXES ZABINI [best friend], CAIUS BURKE [close friend] and KERVENS BORGIN [close friend]. To the surprise of those who had known him in childhood, Rabastan gained a bit of a reputation as a bully whilst at Hogwarts, slyly letting his opinions on Muggle-Borns, Half-Blood and creatures be known, He was intelligent, making sure that when he targeted the likes of EDWARD TONKS [adversary] and his band of blood traitors like AMELIA BONES [victim/former adversary], it was in a way that had no merit for him to be turned in. Amongst the safety of his friendship group he would remark that he had much rather gone to Durmstrang, much to the enthusiasm of some of his friends, including AURELIA ROOKWOOD [close friend/potential romantic laison] and the silent disgust of others like LUCINDA TALKALOT [former friend/acquaintence]. 

Overhearing his opinions whilst at school, Rodolphus was always careful to pull his brother aside and speak with him. Although they were raised purists, his mother and father had worked very hard to maintain a neutral public facing image due to his father’s political career, that he wanted for Rabastan and Rodolphus. The idea of staying silent about their beliefs was a difficult one for Rabastan, who watched his brother’s friends BELLATRIX BLACK [close friend/mentor] and EVAN ROSIER [close friend] speak their minds and publicly humiliate those who dared to speak out of turn. That was when the rage started. Despite their lineage and their influence they were made to attend muggle studies, pretend that people with pure-blood were as brilliant as them, it was almost too much to stomach some days for Rabastan. Bellatrix took notice of this, approaching him with an important task. A wizard known only to her as THE DARK LORD [leader] had tasked her with spreading his message and gathering followers. It was the calling Rabastan had waited for and slowly he began selecting people to spread his message to, starting with his best friend Xerxes and his close friend Walden.

 Rabastan became quite closed off in his later years and friends would remark that he had now become irritable and someone they no longer recognised. Upon graduating, Rabastan declined his father’s offer to help him get a job at the Ministry. Though he couldn’t tell him his plans, he needed to be out in society making connections and told his parents it was under the guise of finding him a partner to marry. Having previusly dated ROSALINE DAVIS [former partner] which ended swiftly after school ended, he was encouraged to court NARCISSA BLACK [close friend] when she had entered society, she was close friend of his. Rabastan wondered if a man of his aspirations would be enough for a woman who longed to be adored. To society, he played the role of a quiet eligible bachelor, always attending the best parties with the most attractive people and knowing he would be photographed. Then through the back he would slip away, down the alley to The White Wyvern where he, Bellatrix and Evan would be deep in conversation about The Dark Lord’s plans. Years of devotion to Bellartrix and the cause had paid off who had risen through the ranks to become Bellatrix’s right hand man.

The Dark Lord’s plan to turn sorcerers and creatures against one another to strengthen their ranks was of great importance, but Rabastan’s temper and enthusiasm for the cause have marked him in the ranks as someone who is a bit of a loose cannon. It was his idea to recruit werewolf SILAS CRUMP [adversary] without doing some stricter background checks that would have found he’d never abandon his partner and child. Him losing his temper at BOOKER BAGNOLD [victim] at Halloween on 1982, was not part of their overarching plan, but even he was impressed at how he and Bellatrix managed to frame Silas for Booker’s murder, playing off to The Dark Lord it had been their plan all along to create mass panic. Rabastan’s issue however, was that as the Booker Bagnold incident was not pre-planned, it left a lot of holes for people to catch him out, with the pressure mounting as people began to suspect Silas’ innocence. Amelia Bones was a constant pain in Rabastan’s side, a nosey little witch he’d hated since school who refused to let the events of Halloween go.

When she finally accused him at The Summer Solstice ball in 1983, Rabastan knew her time had come. JAE MULICBER [friend] turning into CLAUDETTE TREMBLAY [person of interest] to kill her was the best way it could have ended, but even Rabastan was ashamed he had let the anger get the better of him. When Rodolphus cornered him about his involvment in her death, he didn’t have the heart to lie. Despite not liking the pressure it put his brother under, Rabastan was relieved to have him in corner- watching him actively throwing the case of Silas Crump and getting him sent to Azkaban for the killing of Booker and he and REGULUS BLACK [friend] frame MASON TREMBLAY [person of interest] for the death of Amelia. Seemingly having gotten away with his violence, Rabastan has been trying to lie low and has prove to Bellatrix he can keep his anger in check. Ready to be entrusted with the next mission, Rabastan is ready to move on with his life, conscious that his brother might make an excellent addition to their enterprise and a trained eye out for anyone who might begin to suspect Rodolphus has already made a leap to the dark side.

— he is a LEVEL 6 WIZARD & readied for war ;

#harry potter rp #harry potter rpg #marauders rp #marauders rpg #rabastan lestrange #dylan o'brien #tw: death #death eater #socialite #1957 to 1958 #m rodolphus lestrange #m andromeda black #m adrasteia greengrass #m rosalie flint #m xerxes zabini #m walden macnair #m caius burke #m kervens borgin #m bellatrix black #m evan rosier #m the dark lord #m narcissa black #m silas crump #m booker bagnold #m jae mulciber #m claudette tremblay #m regulus black #taken #taken wizard #taken death eater

[multifandomshortstories]

Wanda Maximoff helped me realise I like girls. She’s just so… I don’t know, she’s like chefs kiss or whatever but it’s just so good?

But Pansy Parkinson helped me realise too and so did Lydia Martin.

I’ve never been so thankful for fictional characters as for my much needed revelation. And maybe I’ve got just a little bit of a thing for kinda mean but also a little sweet fem girls.

Add in Rosalie and Alice from twilight too, I love them or whatever

#bisexual #wanda maximov #pansy parkinson #Lydia Martin #Harry Potter #teen wolf #marvel #girls liking girl #fem x fem #I have a type #I love women #rosalie cullen #alice cullen #twilight

[persephoneflorencemuses]

✿ Trying to decide on pairings or muses was too difficult so any pairing that you want to do this for is fun.

I choose many Novalie

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other ( childhood friends  /  relationship back from the grave  /  partners in crime  /  literal old relationship  /  ride or die  /  exes to friends to lovers /  past life sweethearts  ) .

Sadie and Novella

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other (   [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse's family ] adopts [ your muse ] / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing ) .

Lucy and harlow

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

MJ and Caitria

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ believed to be from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other (  work buddies or coworkers  /  friendship of need  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  ) .

Addison and Atlas

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other ( cousins ) .

Phoebe and Aminah

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

Aliya and Clara

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other ( queer platonic partners / soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing ) .

Aliya and Erin

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

Erin and Caleb

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other ( childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  highschool sweethearts  /  long distance  /  friends to lovers  /  power couple  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  ) .

Zenaida and willow

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other ( childhood sweethearts  /  [ willow is zenaida's ] childhood crush  /  forbidden lovers  /  opposites attract  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  friends to lovers  /  power couple  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  ) .

Cyrus and Margaery

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other ( cheating [ on another character with my muse ] ) .

Dorian and vivian

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

Livius and mercy

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

some of these are hard bc we haven't plotted them as much.

#musings #original oc #oc asks #oc asks answered #oc ask game #caleb reynolds #erin black #novella lambert #rosalie hale #sadie davis #twilight oc #dorian sterling #vivian townsend #cyrus lannister #margaery tyrell #game of thrones oc #multi character post #harlow archer #lucy vasallo #harry potter oc #mackenzie jareau #mj jareau #caitria baines #criminal minds oc #addison adams #addison barrett #atlas barrett #aliya meier #clara pettigrew black #pheobe ingram

[night-night-nyx]

Pale Flame - Prologue

A Harry Potter and Twilight cross over

A/N: Things may be confusing like why one kid has magic and the other doesn’t it will all be explained eventually. This is my original story line please don’t copy it. I appreciate if I didn’t find it posted on other sights unless I’m the one posting it. I don’t own the Harry Potter series or the Twilight saga

-NYX

Word count: 716

When Bella had been  born; her mother- Renee and father- Charlie were only expecting her. They were surprised to find they were having another child. Renee didn't want another kid. She forced a smile as she saw the way Charlie looked at the youngest daughter. Charlie was so happy to have two girls not noticing his wife sneering at the one in his arms with disgust.

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             Renee couldn't take it anymore; she hated her youngest so much. That night she grabbed her go bag for her and Bella before walking downstairs to leave. On the way out she put divorce papers with her signature on them on the table. Then left without another word. Leaving Charlie to raise a child all on his own.

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         It was now the eleventh birthday of Bella and her little sister but as always, they weren't celebrating together. They never did.      

         Charlie was about to leave for work when he saw an owl at the window and smiled. Of course he knew it was his daughter's acceptance letter to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had  attended it when he was younger.

He had been over joyed she was going: but, worried as well because he knew the headmaster was a meddling buffoon.

        He sent her anyway because she wanted to go. While she went to school, I'm Scotland, she stayed with her fathers sister- Narcissa and her husband- Lucius Malfoy and their son- Draco Malfoy.

        She was sorted into Ravenclaw. Her greed for knowledge was  one of the reasons why. She had gone to elementary school in the US, compared to her peers  she was far ahead. So, her father had her homeschooled and she finished high school by the age of 11.  By the time she was in Hogwarts, she already was in college level classes.

~

           Her sixth year was devastating. Her best friend was killed.

During her birthday, just a month before Yule, she had her creature inheritance. She went to Gringotts, with the help of Severus Snape, to find she was a Veela. She also found out that Cedric was her mate. His death hit her so hard because of this.

        She was a Ravenclaw but she got along with almost everyone. Some Gryffindors didn't particularly like her because she was friends with the "death eater scum" or "slimy snakes" but that was ok with her. Not everyone needed to like her.

        However now she was beyond devastated because her best friend/mate was killed. What hurt the most was she couldn't do anything about it. She ended up locking herself in her room crying and isolating unless she had classes. Other than that she didn't leave her room. She even called a house elf for food whenneeded.

        What concerned her cousin though was  she was isolating herself and her entire personality and style changed. She went from the sunshine happy girl to the dark sad, and empty mimic of her sunshine- moonlight.

     The last day came, she got on the train locking the compartment door. Decided to read to keep her mind off of things. When she got to platform 9 3/4 she left with Draco and her uncle. 

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     She took part in the war with her cousin and uncle. Which is how she found out it was Dumblwhore (Dumbldore) who killed her love; pissing her off so much she took it upon herself to get revenge. She took a major part in helping the "Dark side" win the war.

     It also helped when Harry joined their side. He was furious when he found out that he was put under charms, compulsions, blocks, and potions.

         This led to him talking to Draco and coming to them telling them that Dumbldore was using him as a weapon in hopes Harry would never find out.

         However when he had his creature inheritance this all came to light along with the fact everyone he thought loved him was paid to act like they were his friends and family. He was furious and wanted revenge so he turned to the "dark side". He also turned to the dark because his mate was Draco(but that's not the point).

         When the war was over she finally went home to find out her sister would be moving in soon.

Beta-reader/editor: @sociallyakwardnerd

#harry potter #twilight #crossover #vampire #bella swan #renee dwyer #charlie swan #witchcraft #wizardry #edward cullen #cullen family #rosalie hale #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #emmet cullen #esme cullen #malfoy family #draco malfoy #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #ocs