#falsegcd

[exposestruth]

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.

independent lois lane and clark kent, based on wb’s smallville. adored by angela and jax.

[peaceseekr-archive]

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

“Don’t tell me you were expecting to find me on Themyscira only leaving whenever disaster strikes.”

[a-shelasso]

phrases that really hit you where it hurts

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

Diana is silent for a moment, as though pondering the answer to question she has mulled over herself quite often. A fragile smile tugs at the corner of her lips. ❛ We can never start over. But we can do one better. We can move forward. Together. ❜

[exposestruth]

awkwardly winks at her from across the room.

        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 is always dropping me random messages, we love to see

[nighttknight]

betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.

It would have been one thing if the interview with Lois had merely been that - an interview. But it was more than that. But he didn’t just talk about himself. He talked about Superman. He told a secret that wasn’t his to tell. "I had to tell her because her life is in danger. Luthor is on the move and he plans to use her against you. Don’t you think she deserves to know why her life’s in danger?” Although his instincts scream at him to try to wriggle free from Clark’s grasp, he doesn’t. As much as he hates to admit it, Clark’s reaction is more than warranted.  “I’m sorry going for behind your back but I just did what I thought was best. I have a plan. And you’re not going to like it but Lois is willing to be part of the plan. Wouldn’t you like to protect Lois and take Luthor down in one fell swoop? You can even tell her I’m Batman after.” 

[portectorisms-a]

@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."

[exposestruth]

@falsegcd​ said:  once again they are crammed into the tiny supply closet of the daily planet, his hands trying to work at her pencil skirt and bodies bumping against excess pens when — whoops, he ripped her skirt completely off, “ uhh, i can rush out and get you a new one... “

        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.

        ❛ clark!  it’s the third one this month. ❜   the slight exasperation tone of her voice is masked with laughter. she could care less about her skirt right now and so, she pulls him closer, lips calling for more after she replies.   ❛ — yeah later. ❜

[shieldworn]

@falsegcd​ | misc sentence starters :       “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”

  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.

  ❛ Hell of a save you made back there, ❜ he says at last, breaking the quiet. The tiniest of glances slip sidelong, and there's an honest appreciation in the regard. A thanks, despite his frustrations at his own perceived failures ( which were not actually FAILURES, per se ; the situation was bad from the START, but he is ever his WORST CRITIC ).   ❛ Would have been a lot messier if you hadn't been there. ❜