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❛ — YOU STAYED THE NIGHT. ❜ And in her voice, you will not find any indication of how she does or does not feel about the matter.
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@mansteeled
❛ — YOU STAYED THE NIGHT. ❜ And in her voice, you will not find any indication of how she does or does not feel about the matter.

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@mansteeled said: “I can’t help you if you don’t let me!” ASSORTED INJURIES.
“CLARK, IT’S NOTHING I HAVEN’T DEALT BEFORE.“ he points out, as if the quick dismissal of the damage to his body would soothe the man enough to drop the subject. “I always appreciate your help, Clark. . .but this time it’s personal. “ Family. But he keeps that part out as he stands out, using the cane that Alfred had found for him so he can walk closer to where Clark was. Chest was covered in bandages as well one of his feet, but that wouldn’t stop him from going back to the streets the next night. “You have many powers, Clark, but I don’t think healing is one of them.”
𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 (if you're still accepting!)
"i thought you knew it was smash ---- how is it the one time i don't want to be subtle i suddenly figure out how to do it? it's absolutely a smash."
@mansteeled sent, This was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it? ―― currently accepting memes.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ―― 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇? 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋? 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋? A long time ago when the stars did not look the same, Earth was threaded upon by gods and beasts unimaginable to mankind. She remembers somewhere in the back of her mind, the words of worship and TERROR. Her gun, she has lowered. Rationally, it makes no sense to even hold it. A gust of wind creeps under her clothes, cold and harsh and reminding her that she stands on the brink of an unfinished construction. The yawning abyss underneath is grey and busy. There is no escape, and she cannot best him, not without killing herself repeatedly in the meantime. “ You fooled me. ” It’s an admission that comes easy despite its weight. She doesn’t like the prospects she has. And quite frankly, she doesn’t like her FAILURE as an agent either. “ You know, at one point I thought I’d invite you to a coffee. Didn’t think I could be so far off in choosing my friends. ”
clark ever the hero. her lips curled as she watched him and an exhale followed. life would never be quiet, or simple when one dated superman. granted she never wanted her life to be that way in the first place. as she watched him she tilted her head her arms crossing over her chest. “ good save, smallville. ” she spoke for only his ears as she tilted her head a little more and then turned back around them before her gaze were landing upon his once more. her arms were crossed over her chest and she was watching him like a woman on a mission, and maybe she was to some extent. “ i get the exclusive? ” she spoke her voice soft as she reached out and fingers brushed against the light fabrics of his suit before her gaze was lifting back towards him. “ are you off again, or are you finally hanging the cap up for the night. could order in. thinking chinese.... ” she offered while still smiling up towards him as he hovered above her. a picture of their life. the hero and the reporter. saving the world in different ways, how she liked to think of it.
❥ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋; @mansteeled

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◈ for a first kiss 👀👀
SEND A ◈ FOR A FIRST KISS BETWEEN OUR MUSES. || @mansteeled
Despite Mr. Kent receiving a resounding no when inquiring as to whether or not he could interview the mutant, it didn't deter him in the slightest, for he found reasons to drop by the mansion every so often. There weren't many mutants about since Charles had yet to reopen the school, but Hank was around. Sometimes Logan with Cain rounding out the small crew. It wasn't much, but the child alone probably gave Clark plenty of material. Cain was coming into his own, utilizing both metallic and telepathic energies to get into all sorts of trouble. It kept Charles on his toes, constantly using his ability to stop time if need be leaving him rather exhausted some evenings.
❝I brought food. You look as if you could use the break.❞
The gesture earned Clark narrowed eyes of suspicion, but the man let himself inside pulling out a feast for all, including Hank to enjoy. And that's how it began --- with Clark doing little, thoughtful things whenever he was around. If he was still working on his mutant exclusive, Charles wasn't given any indication of it. Clark's visits were often minus his notebook while food or even the ocassional bottle of wine took its place.
❝You're being far too kind to someone you know nothing about. Why?❞
Charles blurted out the question irritably over drinks one night with Clark merely shrugging in response. Cain was playing with metal balls in the floor while Charles sat next to Clark on the couch, sipping a bottle of very tasty red --- another thoughtful gift from one Charles had yet to get a decent read on. The only thing Charles kenw for certain was that he was no normal human. As the world's most powerful telepath, even at half strength, he should have been able to breach Clark's mind with ease, but it wasn't that simple. He could hear surface thoughts but actually penetrating his mind would require him to get off the serum. Maybe even use Cerebro which was rare. But he didn't question Clark about it because quite frankly it w as probably best he didn't know. They were nothing so why should he concern himself either way?
That's what he told himself. They were barely friends, but Clark's visits morphed from once every two weeks to practically three and four times a week pending his newest 'assignment'. Charles wasn't buying Clark’s excuses, but admittedly he was growing accustomed to seeing him around. On the off chance an 'assignment' took Clark away for weeks on end, Charles found himself feeling relieved whenever he'd answer the door and see the male towering over him with a smug smile. Charles always rolled his eyes, stepping aside as if he had zero care in the world, but Hank knew better and so did Charles. He was growing fond of the man, even if they barely discussed one another's secrets.
He probably should have knocked first, but then, how many times had Hank walked in on him bathing and vice versa? Plenty, and they were both men so it wasn't that big of a deal. He had an arm full of towels as he entered the bathroom, the running water giving him the impression Hank was behind the glass safe from prying eyes. Except he was not. When Charles entered the bathroom, he went over to the sink, placing the stack of towels beneath it only to stand and turn, finding himself face to face with a very naked Clark.
❝...❞
Blue eyes quickly, yet greedily scanned his form before he let slip a slew of apologies. My god he'd never been so embarrassed in his life, and while he longed to run for it, he was too busy staring at the ceiling anxiously while firing off an explanation that sounded a lot like ❛I thought you were Hank❜ in the midst of incoherent, embarrassing rambling.
More than likely Clark grew tired of it. Either that or he just wanted to shut him up. Whatever the case, Charles found himself being guided back against the sink with lips quickly claiming his own in the midst of another apology. The kiss swallowed him whole, completely short circuiting his brain. He wasn't sure if he had kissed him back or not because by the time the kiss was broken, Charles was too flustered to utter another word. That and a very naked, very defined man was pressed against him making him a lot more aware than he wanted to be.
If not for the actual knock upon the door, he might have allowed curiosity and a long-standing need to get the better of him. But Hank's well-timed knock spared Charles, offering him the escape needed. He didn't even look back as he hurried out of the bathroom, for he knew he'd likely never be able to look at Clark with a straight face again. Why was he showering here anyway? He never stayed overnight but whatever. He couldn’t be bothered dwelling on it now --- not when he needed to hide for the remainder of the evening to save what was left of his dignity. Damn it all...
@mansteeled said: this is too much for anyone.
HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE
❛ WELL, WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE JUST ANYONE, ARE WE? ❜ she’s long since dispatched of the notion that the basic rules of society apply to heroes wrapped up in spandex & too much glory. there always has to be a way, even if they force it on the back end through pictures & paparazzi newsprint.
they’re ahead of a TRUE BATTLEFIELD. smoke rises in a low, meandering haze that hangs over the ground so lazily that the throttling carnage from moments before that caused the wreckage is already a long-forgotten after thought. streetlights stick out like beacons among the rubble. sparks shower bright & threatening from crackling, split wires.
the rub of it doesn’t lie in the ruin ; that’s typical, run of the mill HERO STUFF. swoop in & save the day, pull a few kids & kittens out of the crumbling, fuming rocks, mug for the press. but overhead, looming, ominous shapes dot into the sky like black clouds. they’re blocking the sun not just in new york city, but in gotham, national city, star city, everywhere. ❛ ----- don’t suppose you developed a new power that lets you be in ten places at once? ❜
@mansteeled didn’t ask for this but was warned!
❝ I will admit, I did not want to follow through with it. ❞ not that he’s asked. there’s no need. diana can see the war within his mind, battling the here and now with everything that had happened before. BEFORE DARKSEID, before she and bruce had together lowered clark’s beaten corpse from where he had fallen. there are moments she can still hear the echo of his yell. if she were to continue with her honesty, she would admit that she still wishes the league had decided AGAINST THE PLOT to bring him back. she knows, perhaps better than most: death is a natural occurrence, and they all have a debt to pay when they reach that final day. they cheated by bringing him back. it is clear he’s paying that price now. they all may be following in suit soon enough. for the first time, she allows her gaze to meet his in HOPES HE WILL ALLOW her to extend her support. ❝ how are you doing? I mean really, clark. how are you...adjusting? ❞