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/      don’t  mind  me  the  inspiration  struck  BYE

*   you  and  your  characters,  oof.  make  some  room  for  selah.  i'll   give  YOU  the  ride  of  your  life.  ;)

*  THIS MAN UGH.

@acereporters       &.          LMFAOOOOO.       (  can you tell how lazy i am to text you back from clark? ) 

     alcohol  softened  the  lines  of  her  inhibition;   her  lips  curled  up  into  a  toothy  grin,  violet  hues  slightly  glazed  over  yet  bright  with  a  certain  gidiness.   she  nuzzled  into  his  touch  as  he  tipped  her  chin  up,  eyes  slipping  closed  as  she  revelled  in  the  warmth  of  his  skin  against  hers.   he  was  so  warm,  and  so  soft.   she  tipped  forward,  catching  herself  at  the  last  second  before  she  could  stumble  right  into  his  chest   (  his  firm,  tanned,  / impossibly /  wide  chest,  lois  reminded  herself  ).   instantly,  she  erupted  into  a  fit  of  giggles,  leaning  her  forehead  against  his  bicep.
            
                 “i  didn’t,”   she  slurred,   “i  didn’t  have  that  much!   a  few  shots  of  tequila  and  a  couple  cocktails,  ‘s  all!”   she  dug  her  fingernail  into  his  chest,  and  attempted  to  school  her  expression  into  something  resembling  serious.   “i  drank  soldiers  under  the  table  when  i  was  sixteen.”   
            
                 her  lips  puckered  instinctively,  and  she  craned  her  neck  up  further  to  press  them  against  his  before  he  drew  back  from  her.   she  pouted,  exagerating  her  lower  lip  for  dramatic  effect.   “claaaaark—“   she  dragged  out  his  name.   “don’t  be  a  dickhead.”   
            
                 she  punched  his  shoulder,  wincing  as  her  knuckles  came  in  contact  with  his  body,  momentarily  forgotten  he  was  invincible.   “it’s  not  fair  that  you  can’t  get  drunk!   you’re  all  stoic  and  uptight  and—“   she  straightened  her  posture  almost  laughably  and  placed  her  hands  on  her  hips.   “lois,  you  shouldn’t  drink  that  much.   lois,  that’s  a  bad  idea.   lois,  you’ll  have  a  headache  tomorrow.”   she  imitated  his  voice…  poorly.

           ⠀⠀⠀ his heart was racing, every beat thrumming with a quiet triumph that reached his fingertips as they tipped her chin up. the cloth in his other hand pressed gently to her cheek, lukewarm against flushed skin. clark chuckled at the slowed, half mumbled words spilling from her lips.
            
                     ⠀⠀⠀“yeah?” he murmured, the sound threaded with amusement. his breath ghosted over her mouth, a deliberate tease that lingered before he drew back. fingers brushed her hair aside, tucking a loose strand behind her ear with a care that betrayed the mischief in his smile.        “i told you not to have too much.”
            
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⠀⠀ curse  clark  kent.   she  refused  to  still  be  single  by  the  time  she  turns  thirty-five!   no  matter  what  he  thought  about  that.   
            
                 “that’s  not  up  to  you  to  decide!”   she  protested,  her  arms  folded  across  her  chest.   she  glared  at  the  back  of  his  head,  imagining  it  would  catch  fire  if  she  just  thought  hard  and  long  enough  about  it.   though,  she  faltered  at  his  following  words,  the  hollow  ache  in  her  heart  —  longing,  loneliness  —  worsening.   why  did  he  have  to  make  it  so  hard  for  her?   she  didn’t  want  to  be  alone;   eat  breakfast  by  herself,  watch  the  news  by  herself,  go  to  bed  by  herself.   she  wanted  someone.   a  partner.   “well,”   she  laughed  humorlessly,   “unless  you  know  where  to  find  that  fairytale  prince  you’re  describing  i’m  gonna  continue  kissing  frogs.”   no  woman  could  have  it  all;   especially  one  like  lois  lane.

⠀⠀she  hadn’t  planned  for  him  to  find  out.   not  exactly,  at  least.   her  plan  had  been  to  eventually  tell  clark  on  the  off  chance  her  date  wanted  to  go  out  a  second  time.   well  —  she  wasn’t  certain  she  would’ve  told  him  then,  unless  held  up  at  gunpoint,  either.   yes,  objectively,  clark’s  her  best  friend.   normal  people  tell  their  best  friends  these  kinds  of  things.   but  he  had  a  certain  tendency  to  disapprove  of  anyone  she  remotely  showed  a  romantic  interest  in.   annoying,  sure.   but  easy  to  work  around.   
            
                 that  was  until  he  stopped  by  her  apartment  while  she  was  getting  ready  for  the  date.   it  was  harder  to  explain  why  she  was  wearing  a  skintight  black  spaghetti  strap  dress  on  a  friday  night  without  a  story  to  back  her  up.   they’d  argued.   / naturally /.   up  until  she’d  shoved  him  out  of  her  apartment  door,  with  a  cajoling  ‘maybe  if  you  got  laid  more,  it’d  help  with  that  stick  up  your  ass!’
            
                 consequently,  she  hadn’t  been  able  to  think  about  anyone  but  clark  the  entire  night;   infuriating,  stubborn,  unreadable  clark  kent.   with  his  broad  shoulders,  floppy  dark  curls,  and  piercing  blue  eyes.   the  a  crinkle  between  his  brows  when  he  was  angry  at  her.   the  dimples  when  he  smiled  —   genuinely,  not  the  polite,  professional  one  during  interviews  and  meetings  with  sources.   how  safe  she  felt  whenever  she  was  around  him,  like  no  harm  could  possibly  come  to  her.   the  date  had  gone  —  for  a  lack  of  better  words  —  horribly.   not  even  a  goodnight  kiss,  or  the  pretense  of  a  second  date  to  be  polite.

/      there’s  something  so  funny  about  him  going  to  iceland  just  bc  lois  is  dating  someone  else  lol

*  I love the way you got active on your superman and suddenly the dcrp is active too. Your wife was RIGHT, this IS the kal effect. :0

* tearing up rn! you’re honestly the most sweetest person, kal. 

&.          we about to cook da best clark and diana duos.         geeeeeee >3     i’ll be working on all         replies&drops      shortly after work. i didn’t a chance to do it yesterday. work just has been so busy this week.