#SmallVile

[you-would-turn-it-off-halfway]

“Prove it to yourself. Look into those damn eyes again. Stare at him until he blinks.”

“And ignore the fact that what you saw those pupils do was dilate. Dilate for you when you had already looked at them enough. Ignore the fact that the reason those blackheads dilated... ...It was love."

- Batman- The death of the family.

[rainismdata]

Me, non-american, not living in america, hasn't even ever visited america, looking at the theories as to where Metropolis, Gotham, and Smallville probably is located:

I wonder if I've just leave my ongoing superbat fic as I am visibly confused in all the languages existed.

[psychologeek]

we keep our love in a photograph (temporary name)

Martha Jones is 25 years old when she marries Jonathan Kent on a casual Tuesday evening. They have it on the common field, also used for Memorials, the yearly give-and-take market, and other important gatherings. 

It's only five months after Jonathan's dad passed away, and if she closes her eyes, she can see John crying his eyes out that night and proposing to her.

("I'm sorry, I promise I had something good," he said. "But just... life is unpredictable, you know? I couldn't take the risk I won't get the chance". 

His eyes were red, and his suit was wrinkled and stained with mud, but it didn't matter. 

"Ask me again in a week," she said. "After the first shock would be over. And I'll say yes." 

It's a promise and an opportunity - grief can push people into reckless reactions, and she won't judge him if that's the case.)

She's being ridden down the aisle on her dad's old tractor, feeling nuisance and excited and scared and hopeful. She wears a fancy wedding dress, but her legs lay in warm, solid boots.

(She's a practical woman, and it is December. There's no reason to get a useless pair of shoes just to get them destroyed. And besides, she always preferred reliable boots.)

Ranch legal name was Ronald McWilliams, but at this point even his mama doesn't call him that. Not since that miserable time during 3rd grade, when the unfortunate nickname of "McDonald's" was founded, then moved to "Burger king" in a poor attempt of resistance, before ending up as "Ranch" somewhere around 7th grade.

He's the best man, and as they raise a toast he makes a joke about how he always knew Johnny-Boy would end up as a farmer. Everyone laughs.

~

Martha is twenty seven, and when John puts his hands on her stomach just like THIS and sings softly, the baby kicks.

They repaint the nursery, and John's mom finds his old crib in the attic. She thinks she couldn't be happier. 

Martha Kent is thirty-one weeks pregnant, and life is good.

~

So, I'm not sure how to call this fic. I have some ideas, but for now this and future updates would be tagged as "miracle child au"

Feel free to add more, to rb, @ me, add your thoughts, ask questions, etc. I have 4/5 pieces written, at this moment (and probably more) before we even start getting Clark.

I'm looking for soundboards/alpha readers/ppl to brainstorm with.

@thisiswhereikeepdcthings @violent138 this is part of the au we talked about 😅

[devine-fem]

For some reason I can’t send asks from alt blogs 🤒 but hi this is catbitez. Anyways I was rewatching smallville and remembered that one time where you posted abt Damian receiving a box of green and blue butterflies from jon, and I was wondering if that was inspired by Season 1 Episode 2 of smallville? - 🐈‍⬛

YES IT WAS YES IT WAS!! THAT SCENE OF CLARKS FRIENDS BETTING ON WHAT WOULD HOW CLOSE CLARK COULD GET TO LANA IS SO MAYA AND KATHY WITH DAMIAN AND JON!! NO??

this was just so them idk man

[littlewalken]

You can hear this in his voice

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Just got into the poll making vibe today

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 19

A regular afternoon at your house just doing homework feels mundane and you’re more than appreciative.

Given how the last few weeks have been, you need the normal. Almost crave it. Clark is sitting next to you with his eyes in his book. You’re both on the couch and you take the chance to admire him.

Since the beginning he’s been a bit stuck to your side.

At the start the reason was obvious.

You knew his secret.

You understood there was a comfort that came with the knowledge. After all, you were the same. He knew about your after school activities and he hadn’t run in the opposite direction. After that it just felt natural to see him. Now you’re dating and it still feels a bit unbelievable. Love wasn’t how you thought your journey would end up, especially how out of reach it always felt.

Now you have it, and all you want to do is hold on. Your gaze moves back to your book with a little smile. You try to get back to your work, that’s until you hear the soft melody coming from Clark’s direction. He places his phone down and you raise a brow. He stands and when he walks over to you, holding out a hand, you blush.

“We never got to enjoy that dance. I was hoping this time we could have a real one.”

You’re internally gushing, because if he keeps acting like a prince you might just melt. With a shy smile, you slide your books at the side of you, taking his hand as you stand. He gives you a gentle tug and your chest bumps into his softly. He grins at the color that flames against your cheek as he slides a hand around your waist as he begins to move to the beat of the song.

Tonight, I wanna hold you close

I don't wanna let you go

Loving you is all I know, yeah

He sways gently, guiding you across the floor.

Mm, girl

Look into my eyes and tell me why

You got me tantalized

Yeah, you got me feeling so alive

Ain't no surprises

You’re very aware of how delicately suggestive the song is. This time he seems to smirk and you hide your face into his chest. Clark laughs.

“I picked the right song?”

You nod, still very much tucked into his chest.

On our way, on our way, we don't waste time

Grab my hands, lay 'em down on your waistline

Then we get low

If you let me take you for a ride

You'll memorize it

He pulls back, giving you a little spin and you can’t help but giggle as he pulls you back in.

“I didn’t realize you had so much skill Clark.”

“One of my few talents.” He boasts playfully.

You’re glad that he’d suggested this, because it feels like exactly what you needed. You’re enjoying his company, and the perfect selection of the tune. With a hand on your waist and the other holding your palm, you gaze back at him.

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it, we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance (don't wanna dance)

Those particular lyrics seem to get to you and you find yourself licking your lips. Clark quickly spots the action, his throat bobbing as he looks back at you. With one step, you both lean in. His lips meet yours with a tenderness that reminds you exactly what love is.

That safe feeling, not just physically, but emotionally. In the time that you’ve both known each, you’ve both learned to lean on each other. Your different circumstances but somewhat similar experiences provided a friendship that has blossomed into something so pure, so right. Your hand grips into his blue jacket and he pulls you in, your legs slightly hovering off the ground.

The kisses have morphed from tamed to something completely different. His hands move to your thighs and you jump as he balances your weight. Your fingers run into his dark locks and he lets out a deep moan. The sound causes a spark to run right up your spine.

The echoes of your sloppy kisses should be embarrassing, but you’re too distracted to even care about it. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s moving, you only truly process it when you hear a few items hit the ground and you feel your back against the softness of the cushions of your couch.

You hum, and Clark parts for a second. At that moment you realize that you’re a bit out of breath. You’re heaving, and Clark is in a similar state. Pupils are almost fully blown, looking down at you with a dazed smile. You mirror it.

“I’m really glad you decided to drop into Smallville.”

You laugh with a nod.

“Me too.” 

[sun-ni-day]

[dreamscaperover]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: polyamory

Fandom: Smallville

Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Oliver Queen/Chloe Sullivan

Summary:

When you live a life of superhero, danger and death closely follow. It's nothing new to all four of them, but it hits different now that they are wearing each other's rings. They said at the alter "till death do us part", what happens when that promise comes painfully close to fulfilling?

[edgeofthemultiverse]

[reconnectionblues]

Alaina Huffman 👑

[you-would-turn-it-off-halfway]

I need to know what the fandom thinks about this.

I need to know what you think the Lex comic (or any of the others, but mainly that one) is going to be about.

Everyone has a basic description, but Lex doesn't. And I'm curious.

Let's see Clex?! Let's see Lex with Eve?! Or maybe they're using this special to talk about something other than love?! Friendship (something also special on Valentine's Day)?!

[5p33dd3m0n]

Clark Kent spent 10 seasons gaslighting, gatekeeping, girlbossing his way into and out of relationships

[meret118]

I've been reading Smallville fics lately, old favorites and ones new to me, and a thought occured. Why doesn't Clark's erection rip through his pants when he gets hard while clothed?

[fanficanatic-tw]

Chris Argent in smallville? Hunting down Kandorians? Hunting?

Of course 😂