If I knew the Clark Kent from Smallville irl I just know he would piss me the fuck off.
Like wdym for MONTHS you were complaining and following Lana around constantly yapping abt how much you want to be with her then when she finally likes you back … oh suddenly you can’t be with her , it would never work. So when she rightfully moves on, you are pissed at her???
Moving onto THE GASLIGHTING .
“ Just lucky I guess !/ Must have been adrenaline!” As he survives being blown up for the third time that week.
Lex was right to investigate him , if I had the funds I would too
Not to mention the absolute hell he put Martha and Jonathan through when it got to those season finales when he found out more about himself and decided to use his deadname and had some red k shoved up his ass
Haven't had many ideas for Toxic!JJ, even though he's one of my favs, but here we go anyways, enjoy :D
Its been sitting in my drafts, waiting to be finished.. 😐😐😐
Warnings: hitting, kicking, acting like children, falling off a bed.. etc.
It was early morning; you were lying in bed, wrapped up in the sheets of your bed, hiding your body from last nights.. activities. You were half asleep-half awake.
JJ was sitting up against the headboard, his toned chest shining in the morning light: a cigarette hanging from his lips, he was wide awake.
He would cast a glance to you, every time you made a slight movement, before going back to his phone. He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, before letting out a sigh and throwing his phone on the bedside table, causing it to clatter.
"What's wrong, baby?" You mumble against your pillow, your stubbornness not allowing you to open your eyes or make any movement that could ruin your comfortable position.
"I'm bored." He practically whined, like a child. He stumped out his cigarette, before leaning over you and smacking your shoulder a few times. "Can't you wake up faster?" He continued, before hitting your back this time, only slightly harder.
"Ow! Damnit, JJ!" You yell, lifting your head to look up at him, annoyed and pissed off. Not only had he hit you multiple time, but he'd made you wake up fully and move from your very comfortable position.
That's when his stupid, sexy smirk appeared on his lips - almost instantly. He knew exactly what he was doing; he knew how annoyed you were getting and it only spurred him on further.
"You fucking hit me, you asshole!" You say, annoyance clearly laced in your tone. That's when you reach over and hit his chest back. However, it still wasn't enough for you to call it 'fair'.
JJ winces in mock-pain, dramatically gasping for air. "Ow! I can't breathe." He overreacts, placing a hand over his chest, where you'd hit him. "My own girlfriend!"
After a while, he stops the acting - mainly after seeing the look on your face, telling him you were definitely not amused. He lets out a low chuckle, before teasingly reaching over and poking your cheek with his finger. A sly smirk was on his face, "You're mad."
You roll your eyes, hating how he was purposefully trying to wind you up. You knew why; he thought you looked hot when you were mad, which is why he always tried to wind you up. "Not mad, pissed." You correct, before you kick him in the leg, hard.
But before he can even react, you kick him again, pushing him off your bed and fall onto the floor with a loud thump.
"Ow! What the fuck, princess?!"
He exclaims, as he lands on the floor, shaking the room slightly. He looks back at you, with surprised eyes, he definitely did not expect that from you.
A few seconds pass, before he's back up on his feet, wearing only his boxers, and glaring at you. "Really?" He asks as he rubs his leg, "You just had to kick me?"
You smirk up at him, clearly in a better mood now you'd officially gotten him back, by kicking him off the bed. You sit up on your knees, the covers still wrapped around you, as you poke his cheek with your finger. "You're mad." You repeat the words he'd said to you.
JJ swats his hand away from his face, keeping his eyes locked on yours. His anger was clear on his face, which made your victory even more sweeter. He steps closer to the bed, "Yeah, well, who's not gonna be smirking when they get thrown on the floor, onto their ass?"
That made you sit up straight, the covers falling down to leave you in his t-shirt. "You wouldn't dare." You say, even though you knew he would.
He smirks, raising a brow at you. "You sure about that, babygirl?" He sarcastically asks.
He stands by the bed, for a few more moments, his eyes locked on yours, before he suddenly jumps onto it. He climbs on top of you, whilst you squeal in surprise. He hovers over you, his arms on either side of your head, as he stares down at you, with a smirk on his lips.
You do your best to push him off, playfully, while laughing the full time. "Stop it, get off me, JJ!" But of course he doesn't, too busy laughing as he watches your reaction. He struggles slightly to keep you pinned down, as he laughs himself.
You laugh as you look up at him. You move a few strands of his blonde hair, from his eyes, as it falls in his face. JJ soon stops laughing and looks down at you, smiling as you move the hair from his eyes.
These were the moments you loved, when it was just the two of you playing around, like nothing else mattered. It was definitely much preferred to the usual arguments and screaming matches.
You two lay there in silence for a few moments, with him hovering over you still. That's before his voice breaks the moment, "I'm still mad." He teases, the smirk reappearing on his lips.
You burst out laughing, as his words break your little bubble. That's when you lean up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes immediately close, responding to your lips against his. "Are you still pissed now?" You ask, pulling away, his lips still chasing yours.
"Now, I'm hungry." He playfully growls, before rolling us over, so you were now laying on top of his chest. You smile down at your boyfriend, leaning down to press your lips to his.
You were in for a long day, one that you'd probably need all of tomorrow to recover after..
They still don’t want you. They still don’t value you. You’re still not going to be a priority. They are still dead inside. They want you to want them. They want to see if you still value them. They want you to prioritize them. They need you, to feel alive. They just came back to check the temperature of your heart for them. They see the fullness of you from a distance and they are coming back to drain you dry. The moment that they realize that they have no power over your heart, they’ll do you a huge favor and run as fast as they can to their new victim.
