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indie heavily headcanoned and canon divergent eric summers of smallville

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—               }{  KYA’S LAUGH IS REAL this time and she flexes her free arm.     ❝ well thanks! you ever need someone to work out with, call me up.  promise i won’t drop a barbell on you. ❞     she didn’t need to work out, but it could be fun at times.  plus it gave her a good explanation for her ‘above average’ strength.  her chin drops in a nod,     ❝ great, kitchen’s in the back. ❞     honestly, she was only still here for the extra cash.  she was a chef for god’s sake!  eric leaves to the back and kya finishes up clearing and setting tables.  there’s a moment where she cautiously watches for eric, then uses her speed to hurry through the job.  she huffs out a breath when she’s down.  when she enters through the kitchen doors, she mocks massaging the pain out of her shoulder, if only to play up the act.     ❝ how you doin’ back here? ❞

“I’ll take your word on it. If anything I’d be the one dropping a barbell on his own foot.” He gave a small laugh, though he did feel pretty pathetic for how weak he was.

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“Just finishing up.” He said as he finished washing the last dish and put it away. “You’re really fast at working, I feel like I wouldn’t have needed to help much at all.” He was glad he could help in someway at least, his father would have argued that helping clean around the house was the only thing he was good at. His head tilts. “Are you okay? Maybe you should take some pain killers.”

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            “I’M NOT SICK. I’M SPECIAL.”

Indie Eric Summers of Smallville. OC & Crossover friendly. Mun 20+. Muse 18+ in most verses.

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Indie Henry James “Jimmy” Olsen of Smallville. Multi-verse, multi-ship. OC & Crossover friendly. Mun & muse 18+.

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—               }{  WELL.  PAINT HER FLATTERED then!  she’d kept a few of her powers close to her chest, how they worked and where they came from.  it was bad enough to have her identity figured out, she couldn’t go spilling all her secrets.    ❝ yeah.  i guess it’s pretty cool. ❞    she remembered being a kid, experimenting with her powers, even getting scolded by o’lea sometimes when she accidentally destroyed something.  they were as exciting to her now as they had been then. 

when he speaks, concern creases her features.    ❝ how did you lose them? ❞    she hadn’t heard of anybody losing their powers before.  then again, she didn’t exactly get an alien vibe from him.  maybe it was a metahuman thing.  still, it chills her to the core to even think about losing her powers.  she didn’t even know who she’d be without them.    ❝ could you get them back? ❞    should she be asking something like that?  wouldn’t he have gotten them back if he could?    ❝ powers don’t always mean you’re in control.  it can be dangerous or backfire on you.  or hurt someone you care about. ❞

“I feel like having powers when you’re younger is for the better because you can get used to them or...whatever.” He fidgets with his fingers for a few moments, debating on if he should open up more before deciding to do so. It was nice to have someone to talk to about this sort of thing. Everyone else thought he was a freak or that something was wrong with him.

“I don’t know, maybe. I got them through a lightning strike, sort of, so I’m not really wanting to go through that again if it’s the only way.” He gives a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. It’s not like he’s lying, he’s just hiding the part on how he still has a power, even if it’s just leeching other’s powers. “Yeah...I know. I couldn’t handle them and I got a little irresponsible trying to impress a girl I liked. She ended up hating my guts.” He pauses again for a few brief seconds. “Have you ever accidentally hurt anyone you’ve cared about?”

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—               }{  A SQUINT OF her eyes.  she’s the trusting type.  she likes trusting people, but this was her powers, her identity.  it was supposed to be secret.  batman didn’t go throwing his identity around.  she’s angry at herself, more than at him.  how long had she been doing this now and she wasn’t careful?   at his question, her lips flatten in a line.    ❝ curious, huh? ❞    what?  never seen her news coverage?  well, it wasn’t like he technically knew she was an alien, plenty of humans didn’t know fully what tamaraneans could do.    ❝ classic shit;  flight, enhanced strength, energy blasts. ❞

“That’s awesome. Maybe it’s ‘classic’ but I think it’s amazing that you can do all that. It’s not like it’s a thing that everyone can do.” He bites down on his lower lip, mulling over if he should tell her about when he had powers. It wasn’t like he had nothing to lose by telling her, besides ...she had told him about her powers. It was the least he could do. (So long as he left the fact that he still had the ability to leech powers from others out of it.) Maybe she’d open up more about it. There was only one way to find out.

“I... I actually used to have powers like that. Enhanced strength, super speed... it turned out that I didn’t even need my glasses anymore either. I guess it affected that too.” He decided to wear contacts now, but he still often wished that he had powers again so he didn’t have to deal with the annoyances that they could bring at times. “Unfortunately... I ended up losing them, which everyone thinks is for the best, but I think they changed my life for the better, y’know? My life was pretty shit before and with powers I felt more...in control.”

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—               }{  IT WAS PRACTICALLY the only thing she ever lied about.  maybe it was why she was so bad at lying, because she didn’t do it often.  she regrets not wearing a jacket now, but hey, it was hot in here!  she’d already dumped her uniform jacket off; now the bruise was on display and she had no way to easily hide it from view.  another laugh,    ❝ yeah, guess i should stop overestimating how strong i am. ❞    she already restrained herself at the gym, maybe she should do more.  at his question, she quirks a brow.    ❝ you wanna bus tables or wash dishes?  it’s really all i got left here before i close up. ❞

“I mean, you look like you can handle yourself. Maybe I should start going to the gym.” It got the smallest of laughs out of him. He couldn’t imagine himself in that kind of setting. He’d feel so insecure around all the other people who were more well built than he was. “I can wash dishes, sure.” It was simple enough and it didn’t involve much human interaction, something he was pretty terrible at.  He headed to the kitchen and began to do the dishes that were in the sink. At least with the two of them it would go faster.

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// eric summers deserved better.

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★; fight or flight sentence starters. some can be combined seamlessly for more personalization. i.e., “get away!” + “i’ll scream.” = “get away! i’ll scream.”

“don’t touch me!” “just try it.” “i don’t have anything on me. i swear.” “you wanna go?” “if you take one more step, i’m dialing my emergency contact.” “i’ve got a knife on me and i know how to use it.” “i’ll scream.” “think you can take me?” “i’ve got pepper spray.” “want my key in your eye socket?” “okay, okay. you want my wallet, right? it’s yours. just put that thing down.” “go ahead, but it’s not gonna end the way you think.” “please don’t. i have someone waiting at home.” “hope you’re ready to regret this.” “help!” “you picked the wrong person to corner.” “no!”   “don’t even try it.” “please, no. i just got back on my feet.” “how do you like the taste of cement?” “get away!” “lay a finger on me and i’ll make sure you never use it again.” “just walk away.” “if you start something, i won’t hesitate to finish it.” “i don’t want any trouble.” “i’m already in an awful mood and i’d hate for there to be a casualty because of it.” “don’t come any closer!” “what are you gonna do? stab me?” “fuck off.” “try me. see what happens.” “i have somewhere i need to be, so—” “brought a gun to a knife fight? that’s some piss poor manners.” “there’s surveillance cameras, you know.” “you might want to rethink whatever you’re about to do.” “how is this a fair fight?”

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✦ @powerleech​ said:  “what the hell happened?”

—               }{  ❝ HUH? ❞ SHE GLANCES BACK at the guy over her shoulder, dark eyes then flickering down.  there’s a heavy splotch of bruising on the left side her shoulder blades showing past the thin straps of her shirt.  oh.  that.  that was the result of a recent empyrean fight.  at least she’d caught the brunt of the damage and not the building.  she’d forgotten about it.  she forces a laugh, nose scrunching.     ❝ bah, y’know, work-out injury.  lil too much weight on my barbell and i fell back, almost dropped the thing on my feet.  real embarrassin’. ❞     she hopes her lie is good enough, she hadn’t planned one earlier to practice until it sounded real. 

“Oh, uh...yeah..” Eric wasn’t really a gym kind of guy, but even he could tell that something was off about her statement... Still he was too shy to bring it up. All of that confidence he had earlier had dissipated.  “You should be more careful.” (If that wasn’t obvious.) “It uh...it looks like it hurts like hell. Do you need help with anything?”