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loisâ son is a himbo so this is a pro-himbo account

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I canât fly but I could pick you up bride style ? I worked on these guns đŞ
@sonicanary
ă đđđđđ / đđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ ă  ⢠ always accepting !
âD, please!â Her objection went entirely ignored as the blonde swept the reporter into her arms as easily as any men of steel would. âI can walk! Itâs not that big of a deal!â So what if she had stumbled after a single step and flung herself onto the nearest person for support AKA Dinah ? Lois wasnât letting some little sprain incapacitate her. Sheâd limp her way â hell, sheâd drag herself â with her head held up high to prove a point.
âLook, you donât have to carry me all the way to your bike.â The squirming had ceased, only because it did hurt to move too much without her ankle screeching in protest. Not that sheâd admit it. âDinah, you listening to me? âŚAaand Iâm not winning this one, am I?â
@kryptonfresh â¤-ed for a thing !
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, ÉŞá´á´á´Ęá´á´É´á´ 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 đ˝đ˛đŽ.
Damn, why didnât 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.Â
âI think that goes over there... No waitâ Did we skip a step?â
milletantâ:
it barely takes him more than a minute or so â 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 doesnât stop the man immediately. And Lois has yet to notice his presence. And itâs 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.Â
â Are you okay, Lo? â He asked in a soft whisper.Â
Sheâd be lying if she denied feeling any form of đđđđžđđť 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 wouldâve worked. And she neednât have relief on a certain someoneâs heat vision. á´Ęá´á´Ęá´á´ÉŞá´á´ĘĘĘ.
âJust aâ scratch.â 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. âIâll live. Long enough to do this.â 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.
âAnd for the record...â Lois looked over back at her caped savior, a gentle smile that spoke of gratitude & appreciation even as her tone had slipped into the comfortable teasing that was reserved for just the two of them. âSuperman isnât sneaking into my exposĂŠ.âÂ
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@kryptonfresh
âFive more minutes...â the mass of wavy brunette locks mumbled as Loisâ face remained buried in her pillow. Ęá´á´Ą á´Ęá´ á´á´ĘĘá´s Ęá´á´ á´ á´á´ĘÉ´á´á´ . 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 )
But even with the deep fog of exhaustion clouding her mind, the Mom in her recognized she hadnât exactly been putting aside time for her kid this past week. Yet she was still tired as fuck, so ... Kicking the side of the covers as an invite, Lois turned her head over to wayyy-too-lively-for-this-time-of-the-day teen. âHop in. Whatâs the emergency?â

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Shh, just hit the ⤠for a paragraph if weâre mutuals.
@milletant â¤-ed for a thing !
It was only through sheer Lane Stubborness⢠Willpower and a hell lot of đ¸đťâđźâđ¸đđâđź 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 gunmanâs 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. É´á´á´Ą á´Ę É´á´á´ á´Ę. If she made a break for it nowâ just past this cornerâ There was a chance ... But that thought didnât get to reach its destination, and neither did she â as Lois found herself in an all too familiar position: staring into the barrel of a gun.Â
Well, đŻđžđŹđ´. At least she had the foresight to text Jimmy those photos she took.
Shh, just hit the ⤠for a paragraph if weâre mutuals.
kryptoncorruptâ:
     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  wouldnât put  it  past  them  to  turn  around  &&  betray him  at  a  moments  notice  because  he  was  different. It  made  absolutely  no  sense.  He  didnât  deserve  someone like  Lois. Â
     Forcing  a  smile,  Kal-El  has  to  shake  those  thoughts. â  Of  course.  Thereâs  no  one  like  you.  â  At  least  not  on  his  earth.
âDouble sappy. You know weâre already married right? No need to go hard on the cheesiness, oâ lover of mine.â Who was she kidding. Sheâd never tired of âClarkâ 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 đđžđđ¸đđđžđđ 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.
âCashing in on that coffee date right now. Before the next big crisis takes my husband away for the rest of the afternoon.â
#catch ultraman falling for lois in 0.2 seconds flat
i mean thatâs the plan >:)

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     â Iâm embarrassed just thinking about it  â
sc. @pathtotruthâ
âHey, I kinda dug that blue-and-black jumpsuit. Very period-appropriate.â Sure, the fishnets were rather iconic, but Dinahâs self-confidence and overall đ¸đđđđđđťđź could pull off any look either way, in her opinion. âSo is it stashed in the back of your closet or something? Air it out once in a while?â
kryptoncorruptâ:
      â Iâd like  that. Coffee  &&  bagels it  is.  â  Kal-El  smiled at  her,  a  hand reaching up to adjust his glasses.  â I  missed  you,  Lois.  â
âUrgh, sappy.â Rolling her eyes in faux indifference, Loisâ hand slipped into his, clasping it firmly as she brought his knuckles to her lips. âI donât doubt it. Iâd miss me too.â Sapphire eyes twinkled in affection; it went unspoken but she was sure the love of her life would know. sĘá´ á´ÉŞssá´á´ ĘÉŞá´, á´á´á´.
Ultraman merely chuckles at her remark. "I have plenty of weapons. I took Jon because your worthless husband would have made him human. He deserved better, and I gave him better."
@kryptoncorrupt
âYou wouldnât even know what đ˝đđđđđ means because you donât even understand it. He deserved a đđđđđđđđđ. A family that đđđđđ him. And you đđđđđź all that from him! Do you even realize what youâve done?!â She was practically preaching to a stone wall; the futility smugly mocking her. But when Lois was brimming with fury, her tongue couldnât be leashed.Â
âIf you have É´á´ ÉŞá´ á´á´ what it takes to properly love a child, you donât fucking deserve one!â
"I raised Jon how a kryptonian should be raised."
@kryptoncorrupt
âWell your parenting skills suck.âÂ
Righteous anger overrode all sense of self-preservation, particularly now that sheâd seen how Jon had turned out. Ęá´á´Ą á´ á´Ęá´ Ęá´. How fucking dare he! âWhat you did wasnât raising a child, you abusive monster. Youâre honing a weapon. At least own your shit and fuck right off with that.â
alright, ya girl is trying to make a comeback and settle those drafts Iâve saved come this weekend while also shamelessly liking yâallâs starter calls !

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@pathtotruthâ asks: ultraboy meeting lois :)
â m..mom- â no. she wasnât his mother. what kind of fool was he to believe in such foolishness. he was never close with superwoman, she treated him much less like a son and more like nothing.
He was her son; she was sure of it. Yet there was something ... đđđ about him. Familiar and unfamiliar. Seemingly healthy -- physically, anyway -- while coming off definitely not well-adjusted. âJon, you alright?â Moving to close the gap between them, Lois reached forward to rest her hand on his shoulder, the way she always did to show her concern.
@pathtotruthâÂ
      â Miss me  ?  â
âI miss you getting me those coffee & bagels I like so much. How about a catch-up, Smallville?â