You guys- I know I’ve been super inactive lately I’m sooo sorry!! But I was just checking stuff out and realized that I’ve officially hit 100 followers!! I know that doesn’t seem like many, but that’s so crazy to me considering, looking back at when I hit it, I’d only been posting for like 2ish weeks. That just sounds so crazy to me. I think you guys are the sweetest, and I appreciate you so much. I’ll be back soon, I’ve just gotta get some of my personal things sorted out first!
OKOKOK SO HERES THE DREAM:
(And yes I still remember after a few days LOL)
We were at the farm in the kitchen, having just finished dinner. We're washing dishes, he's washing and I'm drying and it was super cute and wholesome and domestic. I remember laughing a lot because he was trying to flirt but it was just so cute and dorky. Him flicking soapy water at me and me gently hitting him with the towel.
It was just super cute Scar I WAS SCREECHING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET WHEN I WOKE UP 😩💕
Also, yes irl men suck so much i hate them 😠 I'm sorry you had to go through that, I've had that happen to me and it was AWFUL. Just be kind to yourself and remember that none of this was your fault, ok??
How are you doing today, love?? I hope today is a better brighter day for you 💕
O. M. G. How CUTE!! I love domestic experiences, seriously anything to do with it makes me giggle 😭😭 (fueled by my dream of being a stahm/house wife LMAOO) he’s so dorky always in the show, I could cry I love him sm😭
I’ve definitely been hating men lately 😭😭 what I posted a few days ago abt that cheater wasn’t even the only thing that’s happened with guys in the last few weeks💀 I was talking to this other dude and we literally were getting it on for a few weeks js for him to block me TURNS OUT HE DOES THAT TO MOST WOMEN?? like wtf😒 I’m lowkey not even mad anymore I’m js like what a fucking idiot😭.
I’m doing pretty good today, I’m about to leave to go hang out with some friends at a church event which means I get to see all of my favorite platonic boys that give me some hope in the male population lollllll. How are you??!!
THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME ABT UR DREAM LOVE!! XOXO
P.s. my love for punctuation vanishes everytime I type on a cellphone so I would js like to apologize for anything that doesn’t make any sense😭
SCAR!! how's watching Smallville going for you??
Also, I did in fact have a dream about our favorite Kryptonian last night 🥺
Ugh you’re SO LUCKY!! I wish I dreamt of him more💔. PLEASE EXPLAIN IT WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Watching Smallville has been good!! I haven’t watched it in a few weeks besides like 3-5 episodes cause I’ve kind of been in a slump, I’ve just been super busy with social events and some other personal stuff that I haven’t had time to actually sit down and enjoy watching a show😭
Also literally had my heart broken so I haven’t been writing cause I think if I do I’ll accidentally turn Clark into such an ass bc I’m angry at the male population rn😭 LMAOOO
Smallville Season 4 episode 11
Maybe this is a hot take, but I love Alicia, ik she’s a little whack BUT I UNDERSTAND HER😭
And besides drugging Clark w kryptonite, Clark literally felt good around her
And her crying in Clark’s arms at the end😭 poor baby, she’s got good intentions
ALSO MARTHA KENT,.. LOWKEY BEING AN ASS TO CLARK ABT THE RED K SITUATION😭
Season 4 episode 6 spoilers!!
THIS IS THE ONE WHERE LIONEL AND CLARK SWITCH BODIES
BRO LIONELS HORNY ASS. HUGGING MARTHA AND SNIFFING HER WHILE IN HER SONS BODY IS FUCKING CRAZY😭😭
Bye not him setting fire cause he was so into hugging her 😭 WHAT THE FAWK
Also him literally looking at his dick and smiling… crazy.
Okay WHAT THE HELL. WHY IS HE COMING ONTO CHLOE???? 😭 BYE LIONEL BELONGS ON THE SEX OFFENDER LIST
Lana and Jason (such an attractive couple good gawd) making out at school is so dumb? Obviously someone is gonna walk in
Also I’m sorry, BUT LIONEL AS CLARK IS BAD AS FUCK OH MY GOD 😭 I LOVE MEAN CLARK SO THIS HAS ME LIKE 😛 it’s like red k Clark just less reckless and old manish
Anonymous asked:
I LOVE YOUR CLARK KENT WORKS SM 😩 and saw your post of asking for requests, I badly need to read a jealous clark after all the tension from the previous ones, i need him yearning lmaoooo
HI!! Thank you so much, baby! I'm soooo sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I started writing this not too long ago, but it didn't save :(
I also wanted to wait to write this because I felt like this would go best between parts four and five, so definitely make sure you've read "The right girl next door" before this for it to make the most sense!
He's not like possessive in this, I don't think that would fit his character much at the moment, so I hope this is what you were wanting!!
I hope you love this mini part, Xoxo - Scar. 💋
Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws
It's been a few days since your Wednesday night dinner with the Kent's, along with your back porch talk Clark about where the both of you stand. You haven't had much time to talk to him, being slammed with work during the Talons busy day long "rush hours", you seriously don't know how people who work in the coffee shops in Metropolis survive.
Clark has been sweet enough to pop in though, making half truth excuses about needing his third cup of coffee for the day because he's so worn out from his extra chores during the summer, you know he's just coming to see you though. The way his face lights up every time he walks in, his body gravitating right towards you, passing Lana with a short, "Hey, how are you?".
You don't want to be one of those girls that felt excited when a man stops giving attention to other women, and you aren't, you trust Lana. However, that doesn't mean it doesn't make you feel good when he makes it so obvious which girl he's really there for.
It's early into your shift, most Sunday mornings are pretty busy, but thankfully it's calmed down some. You don't expect Clark for a few more hours, not that it's confirmed that he's going to come anyway, but you know Clark Kent.
Growing up, Clark was attached to your hip, not physically of course, affection rarely going farther than the occasional hug—something about not wanting to hurt you, but he was always where you were. At your house? Clark was there. At the Fordman's department store? Clark was there. Walking down the road to clear your head? Clark found you. And if you were no where to be found, off with friends, your location unbeknownst to your parents, Clark was in your room, waiting on your Bay window, watching your driveway like a hawk.
It wasn't creepy, no. It was sweet, he couldn't function without you around, he had to tell you everything, wanted to hear everything about you. He loved you so loudly at one point in time, even though it wasn't the way you did. You were clingy too, in the sense that you just wanted to know where he was, you didn't have to be talking to him, you didn't need to be touching him, just seeing him across the hallways at school, his easy smile in your direction as he talked to what was the new girl Chloe Sullivan, that was enough for you. In a sense, you've always loved him from a distance.
So, after Clark's absence in your life for the last three years, the way he's easing back into his clinginess is almost like whiplash. It's not bad per se, it's just overwhelming, you had gotten used to having to seek him out to even just see him, now he's at your place of employment every shift you work. You can't decide if you hate it or love it, although you're definitely leaning towards the latter.
You're taking a breather now that the rush hour is over, standing infront of the counter, fiddling with your jewelry, when you hear a voice call your name form behind you. You whip around, not initially recognizing the voice, met with a friend of yours from the beginning of this last school year. You hadn't seen him sense the football season had ended, he said his parents had to move temporarily for a few months due to business with Luther Corp. in Metropolis.
"Oh, my goodness, Josh." You exclaimed, walking towards him, "I can't believe you're back, how are you?" He smiles, pulling you in for a friendly hug, after all, you're both touchy people. "I'm doing great, Y/n. Metropolis is awesome. How've you been?" He returns. You both fall into easy conversation, catching up on big events from the last six months or so. Little did you know, Clark walked in at the worst moment, right when Josh pulled you into that friendly hug, and to Clark it didn't look friendly at all.
He tried to remind himself, you're not his, he can't get jealous, it's not his place, yet. That unfortunately doesn't stop the jealousy coursing through his veins at the sight of you smiling up at the boy you were talking to. Clark knows the guy, they took biology together. When Clark realized the two of you were getting closer, he decided to figure out a little more about him. Josh is a really good kid, his dad works for Luther Corp, he plays football, 3.75 GPA, hangs around good kids, obviously if you're around.
Maybe that's the problem, maybe the fact that this guy is everything an average highschooler would want is the problem, who is Clark compared to him? Clark's short-winded spiral is cut off by Lana, who followed Clark's tense gaze right to you and your friend when he walked in. "Are you gonna keep staring like some angry creep or are you going to actually go talk to the girl you're here for?" She's teasing, but Clark knows there's some truth behind it, he probably does look like some sort of jealous creep.
Clark gives Lana an awkward smile, the kind you give someone after you've been caught doing something embarrassing, it says, "I'm caught, but there's nothing I can do but laugh it off." She nods her head in his direction, "Well, go." she lets out a small laugh as he ducks his head down and started walking towards you.
You're so engrossed in the conversation that you don't even realize Clark is coming up beside you until you feel his warm, large, protective hand on the small of your back. It shocks you at first, turning around to be met with Clark's chest before craning your head up to look at him. His jaw is tense, shoulders back like he's on guard, but his eyes are soft as his eyes meet yours. "Clark, you're early today." You utter with enthusiasm, he had been popping in consistently yes, but after your friend coming in and the morning rush coming to an end, you're especially excited.
"Yeah, my mom needed something from the store, I figured I would come grab some coffee on the way back." Although his explanation isn't short, his tone is bland. His hand hasn't moved, in fact, his grip on you has tightened slightly.
Hearing his tone, you try to lighten the mood, not knowing what was upsetting him, but making a mental note to ask later. "You remember Josh, right? He's back from Metropolis." You say, hoping Clark will feel a little better seeing him, they even played football together for a short period of time. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, how's it going?" Clark's tone lightens a bit, a facade of politeness taking over, but his hand on your back and his tense shoulders tell you other wise.
Josh and Clark talk for no more than a minute before Josh takes the hint and makes some sorry excuse to leave. "It was really good seeing you, Y/n, we should catch up sometime." He smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets while glancing up at Clark. "Yes, for sure, just call by my house or my cell, we can plan something." You return the smile as he gives you a short nod before some what hurriedly walking out of the Talon.
Turning towards Clark, his hand tracing your waist as you turn, "What was that about?" You question, brows furrowing has he tries to avoid your gaze. "What was what about?" He turns it back on you, looking towards the ground. His hand rest easy on your hip now, his grip is no longer territorial, it's just there to feel you now.
"You know what, Clark. Since when do you act like that?" Clark's lack of response tells you enough, realization setting in when he finally meets your eyes. "Are you jealous Clark?" You question, you don't mean to just put him on the spot, but you can't help yourself.
Clark fumbles over his words, trying to find any possible explanation for why he was acting like some jealous guard dog, but he can't lie to you. His head drops down to look at the floor, giving up on even trying to speak. He's still angry about the way Josh hugged you, the way you smiled at him, but he's not angry at you, he's just upset it wasn't him.
"Clark," You try, but you get no response. You look around, trying to find Lana, your gaze meets hers as she turns around from a costumers table, "Can you cover me for a second?" you mouth across the room. She nods, her eyes going back and fourth between Clark's dropped head, his hand on your hip, and furrowed brows looking right back at her.
You place your hand on Clark's, the size of his hand was drastic compared to yours. "Come on, lets go talk in the back." Guiding Clark's hand off your hip, using it to guide him to the back.
As you walk through the door to the back, you release Clark's hand, remaining quiet. You're hoping he'll just talk, give you an explanation for his behavior, but he doesn't. He's standing there, looking like a guilty dog.
"Well...?" You trail off, arms crossed lazily as you look at him. "I saw him hugging you," He starts. You're a little confused, Clark's never been phased by your affection towards other people. "Okay?" You don't ask with attitude, you're genuinely curious for his response.
"I," He takes a deep breath, "I just didn't like seeing him touch you like that." he admits quietly, barely meeting your eyes, ready for you to get mad at him, to tell him he had no right to feel that way.
"Clark," You begin, trying to figure out what to say, but he beats you to it. "Look, I know I didn't have any right, it just made me angry to see another guy touching you and getting your attention when I want it to be me. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to scare him off." His tone is honest, hands shoved in the pockets of his worn denim.
"Clark, I'm not mad," You state, "You aren't?" he returns. "No, I'm a little upset that you scared him off, but if anyone understands feeling jealous it's me. Just don't act that way about it next time, I know we aren't official or anything, but I'm not going anywhere Clark."
You take a few steps forward, resting your palms on his biceps. "I've spent all this time trying to get you back, you don't need to worry about me getting swept off my feet by a guy that isn't you." Clark's eyes meet yours fully, his face breaking out in a small smile, "Yeah?" he teases, but there's sincerity behind it. "Yeah, Clark."
His hands meet your waist, pulling your body to his, wrapping his arms around you. You're a little taken aback at first before you settle into the hug, wrapping your arms around him as his head comes to rest in the bend of your neck. You run your fingers through his hair, feeling what seems like a sigh of contentment escape him.
For that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, standing in the back of the Talon holding onto one another.
"Y/n, you know I hate to interrupt whatever is going on, but I need you out here, seven people just walked in." Lana's face is dressed in a smile as she peeks her head through the door. You and Clark pull apart from each other, his eyes meeting the ground before looking at Lana. He squeezes your hand, "I'll see you later?" he asked hopefully. "Yeah, I'll come by after work, I've gotta drop some stuff off anyways."
He smiles at you, "Bye, Y/n" he says before turning towards the door, passing Lana. Once he's out of sight, Lana raises her eyebrows at you, "God, I don't even know, just don't question it." you laugh as you walk back through the doors.
Maybe you were getting closer to the mystery that is Clark Kent, or maybe he's just finally starting to reciprocate your feelings, maybe Clark Kent isn't a mystery after all.
This took me like four days to write because I kept rewriting it LMAO
Lmk what y'all think!
Season 4 episode 1 spoilers
OH HELL NO LOIS LANE JUST POPPED UP ON MY MFKN SCREEN.
I’M SO SCARED GOD HELP ME.
Okay.. I love her😭 so confused about Chloe dying though
BAHAHAHA “it happens to the best of us” (talking about falling for farm boys) - Martha Kent “not me, catch me with a nerd with glasses any day” - LOIS
Bro that was such peak foreshadowing 😭
Season 3, episode 21 SPOLIERSSSS
Okay I’m in the middle of watching it now, Lana is about to move to Paris, AND CLARK IS INVITING HER OVER FOR DINNER😭 TO TELL HER HIS SECRET
Bro like are we so serious?? This is going to give me a heart attack im SCARED
And Emily coming back😭😭 oh my god , she’s evil ik but she’s like so sweet BUT WHY IS SHE ALWAYS TRYING TO KILL HER DAD💀
Okay also Clark HAS THE SWEETEST LOOKING PUPPY DOG EYES EVER PLEASE KILL ME NOW I CANT HANDLE IT AHHDFNRKDIUFJEBRFU
LEX LUTHOR IS FINE I CANT LIE ANY MORE
AW :( LANA ACCIDENTALLY STANDING CLARK UP CAUSE SHE GOT KIDNAPPED😭 POOR BABY
Emily is literally giving Lana so much trauma😭 she’s constantly forcing Lana to talk to her childhood best friend that died for her, AND SHES CRAZY
Yall, I had written out like half of a short part for a request about my The mystery that is Clark Kent series and saved it to my drafts, ITS GONE. 😭 it was only like 400 words max and not near finished , but I’m so upset cause I was so inspired while writing it that I don’t think I’ll be able to recreate it💔 wth Tumblr
I have no one to talk to about Smallville so I’m just gonna spit some thoughts out here and probably come back to edit it like every three seconds.
YALL ALICA (season 3 episode 14 “obsession”) IS OVERLY FREAKED OUT (me too) BUT LMAO HER TELEPORTING INTO CLARKS BED😭 WHAT IS SHE DOING.
Edit: For one, Clark. Oh my God HES SO FINE😭 Bro the hand placement that man has. TWO LMAO IM DYING AT JONATHAN WALKING IN😭
Okay so now she’s spying on Clark😔 we all knew smth like this was gonna happen but he’s literally talking abt her so sweetly 😭 bruh🥀🥀
THE LOCKER?? PETE KNOWING??? BRO WHAT IS SHE ON
Why is Clark telling HER PARENTS “I think Alicia might have gotten the wrong idea abt us” 😭 please honey have some sense
The name Lois Lane just got mentioned for the first time ever in Smallville… IM GONNA DIE.
I’m way too obsessed with Clark x Lana 💔 I know that Lois and Clark are cannon in like every universe but IDFC😭 MY BABY LANA.
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The right girl next door- Clark Kent
Distant Smallville!Clark Kent x Lover girl!reader
In which... You agreed to give Clark a chance during Wednesday night dinner, after making it clear if he messes it up you were done. You want to have faith in Clark, but there's no way to be sure that the boy next door can make you forgive him.
Word count: 2,904
Warnings: Use of Y/n, Clarks redemption arc is starting, hurt/comfort (it's mild I would say), cursing, yearning Clark, written in second person.
Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws
After walking through the doors to your house on Monday night, you were immediately ambushed by questions from your mother and father about the incident at the Talon. After agreeing to Wednesday night dinner for Clark and getting attacked at the Talon you could barely form a coherent thought, thus leading to your dad telling you to get some sleep and that the sheriff would be by tomorrow.
Talking to the sheriff didn't take long by any means, you explained you were on a closing shift when a man who you were serving began asking you to leave with him, upon denial he became physical and then your "Knight in broken shining armor" Clark Kent happened to walk in and he saved you.
You chose to not mention Clark's undeniable, almost inhuman strength, instead opting for the simple explanation of "Clark pulled him off of me, then he just ran off." Clark's always been insanely strong, not impossibly, but more than your average 17-year-old boy. On top of that, when Clark got angry, which wasn't often due to his sweet personality, it's like his strength got boosted. You didn't want to cause Clark any trouble, so you never mentioned it to the law when it came time.
You spent all day yesterday racking your brain with made up scenarios about what Clark would do or say during dinner, would he change his mind and tell you it was mistake for telling you to come back? Would he make it up to you? Would you yell at him if he tried?
You didn't know, but you knew you were definitely stressing over it. You talked to Lana about it for a bit, explaining what happened after the incident at the Talon.
"I don't know what to believe Lana, I've wanted him to feel like that almost our whole lives, but it doesn't make any sense. I'm not his type; he's had his eyes fixed on you for years." Your words are rambled out of your mouth as you sit on one of the bar stools at the Talon's counter.
Clark's infatuation with Lana wasn't exactly a secret, you didn't even have to tell her what you overheard that day at the loft, she just knew. Lana was just like that; she always caught on so quick, despite Clark's half ass efforts to make it unnoticeable.
"I don't know either, Y/n, but I think you should see what he has to say about it at least. Clark is a good guy, you know that. Maybe he realized how bad he messed up finally." Lana gave you a sympathetic smile. You really did try to take her words seriously, but it didn't stop the small pit in your stomach from forming while you walked up to the Kent's front door.
You tried to dress nice for tonight, nothing fancy but a little more than just your average t-shirt and jeans. It's an outfit that expressed your personality a little more, a form fitting, long sleeve, dark Green top from Hollister, flared jeans, and a black bag. You wore your basic jewelry, the necklace Lana got you for your friendiversary, your late grandmothers watch, bracelets you bought from a small flea market in Smallville, and lastly, the ring Clark bought you for your thirteenth birthday worn snug around your right ring finger.
The dressing nicer wasn't just for Clark though, you weren't worried about impressing him while putting the outfit together, you just wanted to look nice so it would calm your nerves a bit.
But of course, as you knock on the Kent's screen door; parents standing behind you, you start to feel a little nervous about the whole looking nicer than usual thing, not because you didn't like how you looked in it, but because you didn't want Clark to think you were trying too hard.
"Do you think I look okay, Clark? I feel like something is off. " You're biting the inside of your cheek, nervous for his reply. It's your eighth-grade Winter formal, and some guy on your middle school football team asked you to it. You were flattered, really, but you wished it was Clark taking you. Regardless, you're at Clark's before the dance anyway. You had agreed to ride together, Jonathan offered to drive, since you're all too young to drive.
"Y/n, I'm serious, you look great. You don't even have to try and you look good, I promise that didn't go away 'cause you put on a pretty dress." Clark was giving you the sweetest, most shocked smile, like he can't believe you would even question that you were beautiful.
You didn't feel insecure about yourself for the rest of the night, Clark's compliment rang through your mind all night, keeping a smile on your face until you fell asleep that night. Even though it was meant platonically, because what else would it be, it still made your face go red, and your stomach flip. It was Clark. He always made you feel so beautiful.
Your shoulders relaxed slightly at the sweet memory that ran through your mind, entering into the Kent home. Martha asks you how you're feeling after Monday night, quite frankly, you don't really know how to feel. The pain in your wrist had mostly subsided to a dull ache, and mentally you felt fine, so you opt for a simple, "I'm okay, just a little shaken up is all." with a sweet smile on your face.
Jonathan greets you with a hug, and a soft, "It's good to have you back, kid." As if you had been gone for months, and not just two Wednesday nights. You laugh, "Yeah, it's nice to be back." Jonathan as if he already knows your half lying through nervous teeth, raises his eyebrows at you, patting you on the back, before walking over to your dad.
Martha makes her way back over to you and your mom with a mason jar in hand. You almost forget why you're really here, Clark. He walks into the kitchen while Martha is telling you and your mother about her latest sour dough starter. You don't even notice, baking is something you have a passion for, so when it gets brought up, it has your undivided attention, seriously.
You turn at the feeling of a large palm on your shoulder from behind you, "Oh— Clark, hi." your greeting is shocked, but sweet. Even while mad at him, on top of your doubt, on top of your hurt, you can't not be excited to see him, he's literally your biggest weakness. That doesn't mean however, that you will always put up with his shit, you made that clear to him the other night, this is his last real chance to prove to you that you mean something to him, something more than friends. You can't keep letting him break your heart, even when he's only ever "intentionally" done it once, your heart shattered every time he would look at Lana, or even Chloe instead of you.
He gives you that easy smile that makes your heart speed up, "Hey," his hand slides from your shoulder, down your back, and gently, and respectfully lands on your waist. Chills go down your spine when his hand comes to a stop where your waist curves, you haven't really touched Clark much the last few years. Sure, your love language is touch, and there was a light shove on the shoulder, or helping hand off the ground here and there, but Clark never initiates touch with you, especially nothing that feels so intimate.
Clark's large hand guides your body around to face him, "It's good to see you." He gently pulls you in for a hug, his tone is so genuine as he does, everything about the hug, the remark, the environment felt natural. If you, and both of your parents, who are shooting each other looks, didn't know any better, you would say this was normal; an every Wednesday occurrence.
Your body lit up at the feeling of his big arms snaking around your waist, your body pressed up against his firm torso, and head pressed up against his broad chest as you returned the hug back. "It's good to see you, too." You return as you both pull back from the hug, his hand lingering on your waist for a few seconds too long. You mean it, you are happy to see him, but you remind yourself, he still has to prove himself tonight. Unfortunately, a hug doesn't fix everything. You're thanking your lucky stars that you have self-respect to realize that, because it sure felt like it could.
Clark goes on to ask you how you are after Monday, how your wrist feels, how you're processing it all, if you talked to the sheriff, and lastly, he asked you how you felt about his confession in the aftermath.
Clark isn't trying to be casual thankfully; his eyes are so hopeful as he waits for you to answer him. "Listen, I can't say that I'm upset about the confession, but I am still hurt about what you said to me in your loft, Clark. You can't just expect me to drop it, and frankly, I don't know if I fully believe you after how distant you've been." Your words aren't rushed, shaky, or rehearsed. They're raw, and honest.
Clark's eyes surprisingly don't dim, but he pauses for a moment to think, "I'm sorry for dropping that on you the way I did, I was just so worked up after seeing the guy hurt you. It really made me realize I can't live without you, if anything ever happened to you, I wouldn't be able to recover, Y/n. I promise, I'll do anything to make this up to you, to prove to you that I meant every word I said on Monday, and to show you nothing I said in the loft that night was true." He's looking at the ground, a usual nervous habit of Clark's, despite the awkwardness of the way he delivers it, you know he means it.
You slowly reach for his hand, the counter blocking it from your parents' conversation across the room, grabbing it with a light squeeze to say, "I'm listening, no need to be nervous." He looks into your eyes, finally.
"I don't know if I should, but I trust you Clark, don't let me down this time, 'kay?" You let a small giggle slip at your words, lightening the mood. He smiles at you, nodding at your words, tension in his shoulders fading as his posture becomes a little more relaxed.
Martha led everyone into their cozy dining room soon after, the smell of roast beef, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, and mac and cheese filling your sinuses. You can't prove it, but you have a hunch that Clark probably asked Martha to make this for you—it's your absolute favorite. Martha normally makes nice meals as well, but they're rarely this big.
You're walking behind Clark as he approaches your "assigned" seats you've had since you were in elementary school. You don't expect it, but Clark stops in front of your chair, pulling it out for you to sit. You look up at him, raised eyebrows, a knowing smile, "I see you, Kent." You tease as you sit in the pulled-out chair, "Thank you." Clark gives you a sweet smile, trying to hide his nervousness, scratching the back of his neck before taking the seat beside you.
As side dishes began to get passed around, Clark was sure that you got first pick, sliding dinner rolls towards you before you even have to ask—the mashed potatoes reaching your hands before a single scoop had been taken out. It doesn't take you long to figure out what he's doing, a small smirk dressing your face each time he predicts you.
As you're pouring your water out of the big pitcher that Martha sat out, his hand comes up to steady yours as it slightly wobbles due to the awkward angle of the heavy pitcher. It sends chills throughout your body, any touch with Clark did, but the fact that these were intentional got you. He wanted to touch you.
Your face has warmed up a decent amount at the close attention and care Clark is giving you, and unbeknownst to you, all four of the nosey adults at the table have noticed. Jonathan hides his smirk behind his glass, Martha raises her brows at Clark to say, "Real subtle, honey" Your mom is snickering at your dad's stern face as he watches Clark's nervous lovesick puppy antics. You're way too distracted by the handsome man next to you to notice though.
Your mom decides to tease, not fully knowing the reason behind Clark's actions, but definitely picking up on them, "Clark, honey, if you keep spoiling her like this, she's going to expect it at home." Clark's face burns red at your moms teasing tone and comment. Stumbling over his words, "I, uh, I just know—" he clears his throat. "I just know she likes mashed potatoes is all." He does a miserable job at lying, but you suppress your laugh as he picks up his glass of water to nervously guzzle it. He's cute. He's trying.
Jonathan mutters under his breath, "There's a lot of things she likes that you're just figuring out, son."
Conversation carries on per usual, talks about the upcoming school year, the farms, football, and anything interesting that may have happened over the week, but you can't help but notice Clark's jean clad knee consistently brushing up against yours, he doesn't pull away when it happens, his posture doesn't change, you both just let it happen.
You try to convince yourself it's just the cramped table space and leg room, Clark is huge to be honest, so it makes sense, right? But when minutes pass by and you're laughing at one of Jonathan's “dad jokes”, you find Clark looking at you, not in a platonic way either.
It's like his eyes are literally burning for you, nothing about it is casual. there's something heavier beneath his eyes. The second he catches you looking back at him his gaze diverts, saying something in reply to his dad's joke like he wasn't staring at you just seconds beforehand.
The night begins to wrap up and you're really happy with the way tonight went, how he treated you, how he talked to you, just everything about him was perfect in a way only Clark Kent could be.
But it doesn't take away from the fact that one dinner isn't enough to fully let him back in.
You decided to stay back for a bit tonight, you didn't know why, but when your parents said they were going to walk back home you felt like you needed to stay. You promised you wouldn't be long. It was nice, you, Clark, and his parents all hung out for a bit while finishing the Apple pie Martha baked, but the night had to end somewhere.
"Alright, I think I'm going to head home guys, I've got work in the morning." You announce politely while standing up to grab your bag off the back of your seat. Jonathan bids you a goodnight when Martha suggests, "Clark, why don't you walk her out to the porch?" You're seriously praising all things good when he nods his head in agreement, you wanted to talk to him, seriously,
As you walk out to the porch you stop for a moment, turning around to face his towering figure. "Clark, can I ask you something?" You begin, "Of course" he beams at you, his perfect canines showing. "How serious are you about this? I don't mean just making me forgive you, I mean this." You emphasize by motioning in between the two of you. "Be honest with me, Clark. Please."
"I'm more serious about this than I've ever been about anything in my whole life." He states like it's a fact out of a school textbook, no doubt about it. So, you bring yourself to ask the hard question, "What about Lana?" His face softens at your question, "Y/n, I'm sorry that I made you feel inferior to her, but you're not. You're all I want now, you're my priority. It's not going to change." You can tell he really means it, and he really does feel sorry.
"Okay," You happily nod your head, "I don't wanna make anything official yet, you were great tonight, but this is gonna take time. Thank you for this, Clark."
Clark understands, he always does. He sends you off with a kiss to your forehead that makes your heart leap, "You look beautiful tonight." He whispers, squeezing your right hand as you begin to exit the porch. You beam at him, "Thank you, Clark."
His fingers graze over the ring he bought you, examining it. "You still wear it?" He questions, "I never took it off." You reply.
Clark thinks about you all night after you leave, looking at your bedroom window through his telescope innocently, he's so happy to have the right girl next door on his mind. He doesn't know how he ever got the wrong one in the first place.
I hope you guys liked this one, I don't know how to feel about the pacing but I tried my best!
Xoxo - Scar 💋