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I find him very cute 🥹

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can we get a smallville reboot with tom welling shirtless in every scene?

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Soups! 🪐

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preach!!!

CLARK KENT Smallville, S01E01 — Pilot.

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𐙚⋆˙˚◞ OBLIVIOUS!READER who always watched clark from a distance, a frown visible on the rosy plush of her lips as his eyes strayed away from her own. he never watched her, and how could he when lana lang was always beside her, capturing the farmer boy’s attention with ease.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who can’t see the way clark’s drift towards the side of her face when she isn’t paying attention. his breathing rapid, and palms clenching his locker so it bent under the tips of his fingers.

OBLIVIOUS!READER not noticing the glances mr. and mrs. kent would share whenever she came over, watching as their son’s eyes widened and his words spluttered as she asked for his mother’s apple pie recipe.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t catch the way clark’s lips part ever so slightly when she laughs on the outside benches of school. the sound seeming to unravel him entirely, zoning out when the laces of her skirt lift slightly above her thighs. she assumes he’s just zoning out, daydreaming about the green eyed brunette who sat along her — but in truth, his thoughts are consumed by her, and the way the sun light dances in her eyes.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who brushes off the way clark insists on carrying her books, his hand brushing hers as he does, leaving her cheeks burning red and heart pounding louder than she’d like. she convinces herself it’s just because he’s a gentleman, a farm boy raised by the kindest of people in town; not realising how much it takes for him to steady his superhuman heartbeat every time her lashes flutter his way.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who never questions why clark’s excuses to spend time together are, if anything, endless — offering her rides to school, and staying late to help her study for exams.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t realise she’s the reason clark’s nights are sleepless, watching her home from afar in the comfort of his barn, his mind replaying every rise of her chest and shudder from the cold. he swears her perfume lingers in the air longer than it should.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who catches clark watching her once —just once — and dismisses it, thinking he must be distracted by something behind her. meanwhile, clark’s heart is lodged in the base of his throat, and he’s trying not to panic at the idea of her realising his gaze was drawn to her pouty mouth.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who can’t explain why mrs. kent always smiles teasingly at her when she visits the farm, or why mr. kent’s chuckle feels a little too amused every time his son fumbles his words around her. she assumes they might be picking on her — though theyre too nice; but what could possibly be the reason?

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t realize clark’s awkward stammers and shy smiles aren’t just his usual charm — they’re reserved for her. and when his hand accidentally brushes hers and she pulls away, muttering an apology, clark wonders if she’ll ever see just how much his mind has memorised the lines etched on her palms.

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most unrealistic part of smallville is not clarks superpowers it's that everyone at that fucking school acts like he's not the hottest person theyve ever seen

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i could help him in a room in which there are no others…

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Hello! How are you? I want to ask something for Clark Kent where the reader has a beauty like Brooke Shields, but the reader still compares herself to Lana? And Clark comforts her?

Thank you.

lamy's notes: stop because writing this made me cry! thank you for sending this request anonie!!

the room was bathed in a warm golden hue, the setting sun spilling through the farmhouse window. the kent home was quiet, except for the soft creak of floorboards as clark moved about the house. you sat curled on the edge of the couch, legs tucked beneath you, an old photo album resting in your lap. your fingers traced the edges of the faded pictures, but your eyes weren’t focused on the memories. instead, they were far away, somewhere deep inside your head.

clark’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, that familiar baritone wrapped in kindness. "hey, there you are. what are you looking at?"

he appeared in the doorway, his tall frame backlit by the soft light. even in a simple flannel shirt and jeans, he looked like a hero. you gave him a faint smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"just… old photos," you said quietly, gesturing to the album.

he walked over, his steps unhurried, and lowered himself onto the couch beside you. the cushions dipped under his weight, and his presence was as solid and comforting as ever. "mind if i take a look?"

you shrugged, flipping the page to a spread of school dance photos. clark immediately spotted one of him and lana, their smiles bright, their youth glowing in the camera’s flash.

"those were good times," he said softly, his tone nostalgic but not lingering.

you swallowed, your fingers curling tightly around the edge of the album. the weight in your chest grew heavier as you stared at the picture. lana lang—smallville’s golden girl, with her soft features, glowing skin, and that effortless grace. even in the old, grainy photo, she looked perfect.

next to her, you felt like… well, not enough.

"she’s beautiful," you murmured, barely above a whisper. your voice carried something raw, something you hadn’t meant to let out.

clark turned to you, his brow furrowing. "she is. but why are you saying it like that?"

you hesitated, biting your lip. you hated how small your voice sounded, but you couldn’t stop yourself. "because… i mean, look at her. she’s perfect. everyone always talks about lana like she’s this untouchable, beautiful thing. and then there’s me."

clark blinked, clearly caught off guard. "what are you talking about? you’re—"

"don’t say it," you cut him off, shaking your head. "don’t just say i’m beautiful because you think you have to. lana’s the kind of beauty people notice. i’m not like that. i’m just…" your voice cracked, and you looked away, embarrassed.

clark sat there for a moment, processing your words, his gaze steady on you. then, without a word, he reached over and gently closed the photo album.

"look at me," he said, his voice calm but insistent.

you hesitated before finally meeting his eyes. they were impossibly blue, full of something you couldn’t quite name but felt all the same.

"you think i’m saying it because i have to?" he asked, his tone soft but firm. "no. i’m saying it because it’s the truth. you’re beautiful. not just the kind of beautiful people notice, but the kind of beautiful people remember."

your throat tightened at his words, but you managed a small, shaky laugh. "you’re just saying that because you love me."

he smiled, that signature clark kent smile—wide and earnest and utterly disarming. "exactly. and because i love you, i see you for who you are. every little thing about you. the way your laugh lights up a room. the way your eyes soften when you talk to people. the way you never realize just how much you light up the world around you."

you blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears from falling, but he wasn’t done.

"lana’s great. she always will be. but she’s not you. she doesn’t have your strength, your kindness, your heart." his voice dropped lower, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "she’s not the one who makes me feel like i can do anything, just by being in the same room as her. that’s you."

your lips parted, but no words came out. his sincerity was overwhelming, grounding, wrapping around you like the warmest embrace.

"you’re everything," he said, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "i wish you could see yourself the way i see you."

you finally let the tears fall, and clark pulled you into his arms without hesitation, holding you close. his warmth, his presence, his love—it was all there, solid and unshakable.

"you’re allowed to have doubts," he whispered into your hair. "but never doubt this: you’re the only one for me. no one else. not now, not ever."

you clung to him, the weight in your chest slowly lifting as his words sank in. maybe you’d never see yourself the way he did, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. because clark kent—the man who could have had anyone in the world—chose you.

and that, you realized, was something lana could never take away.

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#needthat

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ten different positions, next question

raw, next question

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I'm simply never going to get over the look of love in Clark Kent's eyes. It's addicting.

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TOM WELLING as CLARK KENT SMALLVILLE — 3.01

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Clark Kent weaving through the the crowds

He’s stressed 😭