#loismagic

@creativityobsessed tagged me to share a piece of your WIP.

Here is part of my Clois role reversal fic:

He eyed her curiously. “What do you think about her? Superwoman?” 

She blinked, thrown back by the question she hadn’t been expecting. “Why do you ask?” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Clark replied, a little too casually. “I just realized that I never even asked- you’ve been hearing a lot about my thoughts, but you haven’t really said anything, one way or the other.” 

“Is it going to be a make it or break it moment in our newfound friendship?” Lois asked, heartbeat speeding up. She was stalling and she knew it, but she had to come up with a pretty bland answer. While she had been pretty good at shrugging off the Blur or giving vague responses to anyone who asked at her old job, she found that it was harder to do the same with Clark. 

Plus, she wasn’t quite sure if he would just get away with it. 

And she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to let her get away with it either. 

“Nah, I promise I’ll still like you,” Clark said, and she felt reassured, which didn’t make sense. “I mean, I will have to silently judge you for your frankly terrible taste …”

“Fair enough,” Lois said, letting out a half laugh. “She’s fine.” 

“Just fine?” Clark questioned. “I mean, you don’t need to give me an essay, but I also don’t want to bug you with my … well, Lombard would probably call it fanboying …”

“The only person who cares about his opinion is himself,” Lois muttered, drawing a grin out of Clark. “And I’m okay with your … fanboying, Smallville.” The return of the nickname caused his grin to widen. “Heroes aren’t a bad thing; not my thing, but she is doing good for the world, which is all you can ask for. I’m just here to report the news.” 

“Then I guess we should get back to reporting the news,” Clark responded.

She called his ice fortress Heaven what's he supposed to do 🥰🥰🥰🥰

So true and like always it's NEVER DISCUSSED AGAIN. I'm most bitter about that tbh, that there weren't more callbacks to these early moments. Especially always bitter about Hydro never being brought up again, and ofc Pandora like Clark has all these experiences hoarded away from her and I want to see her drag him for it 😌

Like I legit think about this extended close up (thank you Director Tom Welling 😍) all the time!!!

Thanks for asking! You have no idea how badly i wanted to do a red k summer fic but i cannot get red k Clark's voice down at all lol

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"I don't usually do this," Clark murmured, in between kisses, pinning her against the elevator wall of her apartment building.

Lois let out a giggle that turned into a moan, as his lips found a particular sensitive spot on her neck. "That's supposed to be my line," she pointed out, fingers running through dark hair to pull him closer.

"Sorry?" He lifted his head offered a cheeky grin that would be smarmy on anyone else, but just made him that much more endearing. He was really handsome- a tall muscular figure with dark hair and blue-green eyes. Lois had been drawn to him from the moment she had seen him across the bar. More so by the way that he had been keeping to himself for most of the evening, polite rejections to all those that approached him.

But when she let him catch her staring, he didn't look away from her, a small inviting smile that drew her close.

Very close. Hours of flirting (and a little liquid courage) had her inviting him to her place, and after taking a moment to make sure she was still in her right mind, he had agreed.

So far she had zero regrets. That mouth was going to cause her a lot of problems, and, she was hoping, a lot of pleasure.

Thanks @frostysfrenzy for tagging me! :D

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The lovely @hiraeth-doux tagged me. Thank you! <3

Whoops! I didn’t even know it wasn’t on. It is now! My bad. Thanks for sending one in anyway! <3 I do like that idea a lot though.

A small snippet from the top of my head because I can’t resist:

Lois was late. 

Not that she was ever on time.

But now she was late. She hadn’t even noticed. Only when Cat told her about her cramps earlier (boy did that woman like to overshare) did Lois realize her own period was supposed to be a week and a half ago. At least in that way, she had always been regular.

Until now.

And well, her sex life had been dormant for a while, until a few weeks ago, where things really heated up.

It wasn’t like she was complaining. The exact opposite really. After all, it was good. Really good. She bit her lower lip, indulging in the memories for a brief second, before snapping out of it.

She had been on the pill for years, but she knew it wasn’t foolproof, and well, Clark wasn’t exactly human. Who knew how human protection worked against aliens?

Speaking of the man in question, her gaze automatically searched Clark out, lips curving into an unconscious smile as she saw him heading in her direction. The donut in his left hand was most likely for her and she’d steal it if it wasn’t. At this point, she needed the sugar, and the distraction, because the thoughts that were swirling through her head were making her a little light headed.

She wasn’t going to panic though. It as way too early to panic.

Easier said than done.

PLEASE DO!!!!!!!!!! Is it also gonna discuss in the context of the episode our favourite running theme of Touch-Starved Clark??? 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thanks for asking!

I would probably be interested in writing something mystery related- like the characters have to solve a case but I don't know if I have the patience to come up with a good plot with twists that I feel like I would want to do if I ever really committed to pulling it off.

Hope that makes sense. It's also be nice to write a more comedic fic but unfortunately I'm not witty/funny enough lol