#mansteeled

[archiveshelassos]

@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. 

[punishcrimea]

@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.”

[whitesuited]

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."

[asynjja-archive]

@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. ”

[overlooksouls]

                        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​ 

[hopeslastchxnce]

◈ 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...

[queensupe]

@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?      ❜

[warriorveil]

@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? ❞