𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 "𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙" 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐂 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 | 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓/𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 ~ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏-𝟐 ) © MakenaBlack I do not own the plots or characters from Smallville. I do own Ariella Knight and her story. ( 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜/𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬-𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 )

"𝐮𝐩, 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which millie mccall glows in the dark, and clark kent can't get her out of his head. [ david corenswet's 2025 superman ] [ cw team flash ]

"ARE YOUR FINGERNAILS ACTUALLY SWORDS?" "WELL, THEY'RE NOT SWORDS. MY ENTIRE SKELETON IS METAL, THESE JUST COME OUT SOMETIMES." "HAVE YOU EVER LIKE...STABBED YOURSELF Y'KNOW...?" "OH MY GOD LOIS, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING THAT AT WORK?" ------------------------------ in which clark kent falls for victoria alvarez, his coworker at the daily planet who's harboring a secret just as big as his.

in which two ex high school sweethearts are still down bad for each other. {OFC x Scott Miller}

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look