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@sonicanary

【 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 / 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 】  ⇢  always accepting !

“D, please!” Her objection went entirely ignored as the blonde swept the reporter into her arms as easily as any men of steel would. “I can walk! It’s not that big of a deal!” So what if she had stumbled after a single step and flung herself onto the nearest person for support AKA Dinah ? Lois wasn’t letting some little sprain incapacitate her. She’d limp her way – hell, she’d drag herself – with her head held up high to prove a point.

Lois Lane, reporter extraordinaire, was equipped with a number of useful life skills. She could land a helicopter. Stitch up a wound. Hot wire a car. Swipe an ID from an unsuspecting passerby. Beat spellcheck to submission. You know, ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ stuff. And she liked to think she was killing it with whole Juggling Career and Single Parenthood game... at least, until she met with her greatest adversary yet: the humble 𝓽𝓲𝓮.

Damn, why didn’t Clark leave behind a list of step-by-step instructions along with that piece of fabric Kon was attempting to master? Or maybe they just needed to find a better YouTube guidance video. 

it barely takes him more than a minute or so ─ for him to find her. To hover just a few feet from the ground and behind the gunman after she had sent the pictures to Jimmy that he noted concern. He doesn’t stop the man immediately. And Lois has yet to notice his presence. And it’s all too easy, all too quick for him to just swoop in and save her, but he considered how she might react sourly to that after. Instead his eyes focus on the gun. Warming it up from a few miles away and slowly landing, just a few steps from behind him with an obvious thud. Smiling almost when the gunman turned with absolute horror on his face while he dropped the gun with a yelp. And out of panic, dropped down to fumble for the gun as Clark merely walked over him to get to Lois. 

“ Are you okay, Lo? “ He asked in a soft whisper. 

She’d be lying if she denied feeling any form of 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻 from seeing that familiar red cape fluttering behind the statuesque figure. There was little reason for Lois to be annoyed over having avoided being shot at point-blank. And Clark did keep his promise of refraining from saving her at every little sign of trouble. Even though in her head, the solid plan of ducking and tackling the gunman headfirst onto his stomach, leading to a struggle of the firearm would’ve worked. And she needn’t have relief on a certain someone’s heat vision. ᴛʜᴇᴏʀᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.

“Just a– scratch.” Trust her body to betray her like this as another sting of pain from her shoulder reminded her that even a bullet graze could hurt like fuck. “I’ll live. Long enough to do this.” Was it pettiness or well-deserved justice? Either way, the reporter strode over the gaping goon and landed her signature upper cut with her good arm.

Okay, ow. He was built harder than he looked.

@kryptonfresh

“Five more minutes...” the mass of wavy brunette locks mumbled as Lois’ face remained buried in her pillow. ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ. In her defence, she did get home at goddamn 4 in the morning. Looking back -- she considered it a miracle that somehow, she managed to kick off her boots, grab a quick shower and brush her teeth before falling into the sweet, sweet embrace that was The Bed. After managing to outrun, outleap, outclimb security last night.

( Fuck, was she getting too old and achy for this? Nah )

It was only through sheer Lane Stubborness™ Willpower and a hell lot of 𝔸𝔻ℝ𝔼ℕ𝔸𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔼 coursing through her veins that kept the reporter moving as quickly as one could with a bullet graze at their left shoulder. Resting her back against a shipping container, Lois steadied her panting, trying to pick up any sound of the gunman’s approach. The insides of her cheeks tasted raw with every throb of pain; a small sacrifice to pay for not giving away her position. Thank god for the silence of three and a half seconds giving her the tiniest bit of hope -- and clarity to formulate what Lois estimated was the quickest way from the port to the main road. ɴᴏᴡ ᴏʀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ. If she made a break for it now— just past this corner— There was a chance ... But that thought didn’t get to reach its destination, and neither did she — as Lois found herself in an all too familiar position: staring into the barrel of a gun. 

         There  was  an  unfamiliarity  to  this…  to  having  such  a  genuine  smile  upon  his  presence,  not  forced  to  be  worn  at  the  fear  of  death.  How  did  Superman  have  this  ?  He  was  a  disgrace  to  Krypton,  someone  that  used  the  powers  of  a  god  to  help  humanity  that  wouldn’t  put  it  past  them  to  turn  around  &&  betray  him  at  a  moments  notice  because  he  was  different.  It  made  absolutely  no  sense.  He  didn’t  deserve  someone  like  Lois.  

          Forcing  a  smile,  Kal-El  has  to  shake  those  thoughts.  “  Of  course.  There’s  no  one  like  you.  ”  At  least  not  on  his  earth.

“Double sappy. You know we’re already married right? No need to go hard on the cheesiness, o’ lover of mine.” Who was she kidding. She’d never tired of ❝Clark❞ expressing his feelings that way. Part of that earnest charm that made him so damn attractive in the first place. There was no pretense with him; only 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 even in the most poetic of declarations that others might recite just as bait. Another kiss -- this time on the back of his palm -- to show she was indeed appreciative of his sappy ass.

           “  I’d  like  that.  Coffee  &&  bagels  it  is.  ”  Kal-El  smiled  at  her,  a  hand  reaching  up  to  adjust  his  glasses.  “  I  missed  you,  Lois.  ”

@kryptoncorrupt

“You wouldn’t even know what 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 means because you don’t even understand it. He deserved a 𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘋𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘋. A family that 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 him. And you 𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕃𝔼 all that from him! Do you even realize what you’ve done?!” She was practically preaching to a stone wall; the futility smugly mocking her. But when Lois was brimming with fury, her tongue couldn’t be leashed. 

@kryptoncorrupt

“Well your parenting skills suck.”