#falsegcd

there are times when i think you don’t know me at all. and others where i think you know me better than anyone. well, that’s what i’m here for, smallville. one save at a time.

@falsegcd​ said  ❛ Never thought I’d meet you here ❜

phrases that really hit you where it hurts

@falsegcd​ said: “ can we start over? ”

        she has been working harder than ever before, fully focused on the new promotion on the horizon. rumor has it there’s an office upstairs waiting for a new journalist to put their name on it and lois lane wants to make sure there’s no one else worth having it.  reporting twice as most does take up time from her personal life but luckily, clark and her can find alone time during office hours.   when he comes back, hair still messy from the wind and fixing his tie, subconsciously, she bites the right end of her lower lip. it’s this automatic response whenever he’s wearing the suit or getting rid of it. to anyone else at daily planet, clark kent is just another bumbling reporter who is too slow to be anywhere in time but for lois — saving the world has never sounded more attractive. while he’s a superhero in disguise, flirting is still not one of his super skills. lois can’t help herself but hide a chuckle when he winks at her, as if they were able to keep their relationship a secret. she stands up, grabbing several files that had been sitting on her desk for god knows how long.   ❛ kent, i need your help. walk with me. ❜   there are times that she even surprises herself on her own ability to look professional when talking to clark. she walks away from the bullpen and everyone knows the facade will drop once they find themselves locked in a room somewhere.

@falsegcd​ said: ❝❞

Send in a ❝❞ and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation. | ACCEPTING. number: 44.

    There's a sigh that seems so hellbent upon his worn lips and he leans against the bartop of an empty bar. There's a small smirk that ghosts his defined features and Bellamy has to stop himself by reaching over and grabbing a bottle so he doesn't pinch the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. If the world really was about to go to hell and he would have to out himself with superhuman abilities, he wasn't quite sure if he was ready for that. The sigh finally escapes him in an easy breath and pops the top off a bottle of jack daniels, taking a long swig, hazelnut eyes drift to watch the world outside the glass windows and door of the bar he's chosen to take up residence in. Though, there's an eyebrow raised when a man enters and Bellamy can't stop himself from moving from the bartop. Blue suit, red cape. Red S across the chest, he's not an idiot nor is he oblivious and he'd surely not have been living on this world if he didn't know who Superman was.

"This is the part where I say I need a fucking drink."

        the news’ department never takes a day off nor does the superhero business. with their hectic schedules, sometimes it feels like they don’t see each other for a whole week and alone time is scarce. when those moments present themselves, lois and clark make sure to make the most out of it.      who said passion fades after a couple of years of marriage clearly didn’t know them. lois still feels butterflies in her stomach every time she sees his blue eyes, a rush of adrenaline whenever they are hiding in another tiny compartment of the newspaper building. desire pushes her to kiss him, hands quickly working to unbutton his shirt, something they’ve become masters at. that until ——— the sound of her skirt tearing distracts her for a second.

  Blue eyes turn up to the other, the light of the evening sun catching in his eyes, illuminating that faintest bit of green.  It's almost like he reads his mind —— the heaviest thoughts are sometimes those best left unpressured, and he appreciates the gesture.  There's not so much acceptance in word, but the faintest shift in body language —— the easing of shoulder, the dip of a chin —— shows acceptance perhaps more plainly than words can say.