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[DOPPELGÄNGER]
The Prologue
Cover Art
Chapter 1: (Part 1) - (Part 2)
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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Sidestory 1 - Twilight zone
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[THE MUNDANE LIFE with THE FORGERS] a Post-reveal!AU shenanigans
1. [Part 0] - (1)
2. [The Adventure of the GREAT L❤️Y SHIP]
3. [The W.I.S.E. Cosmetic] - [Behind the Scene]
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[BETWEEN THE SCENES] series
Mission 75 - 76
Mission 82
Mission 86 - 87
Mission 117
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[THE FORGORS] series
Cover
(1) - (2) - (3)
Doppelgänger the Forgor Style
AroAce Propaganda
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- OTHER SxF COMICS AND FANARTS -
1. [Not a Vein of Star] by nire-the-mithridatist:
Cover Art: (Draft) - (Color)
Extra - Middle-aged Lovers
2. [Streamer!AU] by myriadofthings
3. [Twilight Killed No one]
4. [Comfort]: (Page 1) - (Page 2)
5. [A Nap with Bond] by keswrites24
6. [Slow Morning]
7. [They Ded 😌 ], aka that Infamous Tomato Soup Incident 😌
Original Draft
8. [Come home to you]
9. [A marriage gripe]
10. [The WORM Question™] + (Bonus of bonus)
11. [The Angsty Duo]
Purgatory
Bad Omen
12. [Cuddle]
13. [Loidy-in-drag] and flirt with his wife
14. [Collab with aerequets] TwiYor at the SxF 5th Anniversary
15. [Random Post-reveal Domestic Shenanigan] aka Cat!Loid throwing a hissy fit
16. [Peace]
17. [Collab with unso] The cuddle stealer
18. [Collab with aerequets] Beloved Idiot
19. [Fire]
20. [Collab with whateversawesome] Loidy based on Laios from Dungeon Meshi
21. [Secret Santa gift for Katty] Snowball Fight
22. [Fanfic Cover for piracytheorist] In Life, and in Death
23. [Identity Reveal the Aftermath] for twiyorbase
24. [Twiyor cuddles]
25. [Collab with aerequets] Pupils don’t lie
26. [25k Celebration Group Collab for aerequets] Then What
27. [What friends are for] by cantareincminor
28. [The duo-nature of TwiYor]
29. [Collab with unso and goldenstorm0] The pool boy and The mafia girl AU
30. [One day] Based on SS3 opening
31. [Safeguard] Twiguy with wings for spencer-is-someone
32. [Halloween 2025]:
Happy version: based on Endo-sensei’s Halloween special illustration
Tragic version
Or y’all can open #my art tag for more.
They’re my new obsession. If you know any good Twiyor fics please let me know!!!
Pose from Pinterest.
Ostania's normalest family
The next day, at a hastily thrown together birthday party at the Forger residence:
Clois Multi-Chapter Fanfiction #1
"imgonnagetyouback"
Author’s note: Here is chapter 2 of imgonnagetyouback! Since it may be hard for you to find chapter 1 on my page, here is its link:
💬 4 🔁 8 ❤️ 25 · Clois Multi-Chapter Fanfiction #1 · “imgonnagetyouback” Author’s note: As promised, here’s Chapter 1 of the prompt I
PS: idk how to post a story in ao3 so I will use tumblr as my primary medium of posting. I hope you guys like this and let me know your thoughts :))
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Chapter 2
The bullpen was still buzzing after Chase Grant’s dramatic entrance, but Lois Lane heard none of it. Her ears were ringing too loudly with one word, moron!
Chase gave her a knowing little nod, the kind that translated to, relax, I’m not going to spill your in-flight confessions to the entire newsroom, but she didn’t trust that expression. No, not for a second.
Tess scanned the room then said, “Since Mr. Grant is new to Metropolis reporting, I want one of our senior staff to bring him up to speed. Show him the ropes, help him adjust to our workflow.”
Clark, the ever-righteous Clark Kent, took an instinctive half-step forward, but before he could open his mouth, Lois’ voice cut through the room, “I’ll do it.”
Clark froze mid-breath. “You… will?” The shock in his tone was an understatement, he was dumbfounded.
Dozens of heads swiveled toward her. Chase blinked, eyebrows raised, pleasantly surprised. Tess didn’t even try to mask her shock.
“Well, then” Tess said after she recovered from the shock, “that’s settled.”
Lois plastered on her brightest, fakest smile. “Welcome to the Planet, Grant.”
Chase grinned. “Looking forward to it, Lane.”
Clark stared at her like he was trying to solve a calculus problem. “Lois, are you sure? I mean, it doesn’t have to be—”
“It’s fine, Clark,” she said, pointedly not calling him Smallville. “Totally fine. Perfectly fine.”
Chase, unfortunately, picked up on the oddity immediately.
“Clark?” he repeated, glancing between them. “That what you call him now?” he teased.
Lois stiffened. Clark blinked, confused. And that was Lois’ cue.
“We’re leaving,” she barked, grabbing Chase by the elbow and dragging him toward the conference room, “Orientation time. Let’s go. Chop chop Grant!”
Chase followed, amused. Clark watched them go, jaw tightening after hearing that last familiar phrase Lois would always utter to Clark.
When the door shut behind them, Lois spun around, “Listen very carefully,” to which Chase raised both hands. “Should I be scared?”
“Yes,” she said flatly. “If you say one thing — I mean ONE — about the plane, I swear I will bury you under the archives room where even the cockroaches don’t go.”
Chase chuckled. “Relax, Lois. I’m not going to mention your metaphorical farm boy.”
“Good,” was what Lois only said.
He leaned against the table, he just can't pass the opportunity to tease one Lois Lane, “Though you should know, I didn’t orchestrate this.”
“Oh please. You expect me to believe you just happened to show up in my newsroom?”
Shrugging, Chase answered “I applied for the job months ago. Tess called me two days ago with an opening. You being here is a bonus.” He gave her that infuriatingly smooth smile again. “And I didn’t even know your last name.”
Lois blinked.
"You didn’t?”
“Nope. You introduced yourself as Lois. No Lane. No Daily Planet. No Pulitzer-candidate aura.”
She swallowed, now feeling slightly stupid. “Oh.”
“But now,” Chase said, “things make a lot more sense.”
Lois folded her arms. “Nothing from the plane leaves this room.”
“Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a scout.”
“You don’t know that.”
She groaned.
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Couple days had passed and Clark noticed immediately.
Because Lois Lane had always called him Smallville. In irritation. In fondness. In habit. In everything in between.
But now? It's always, “Clark, hand me that file.” or “Clark, we’re late.” or “Clark, not now.”
Every time she said his first name, she flinched, subtly, but enough for Clark to see it. Of course he would see it, he knows her.
And every damn time Lois calls her Clark [and not the nickname he once hated but grew fond of being called by one Lois Lane], Chase was within a ten-foot radius.
Clark didn’t know why, but that pattern sank its claws into him more than he wanted to admit.
Chase, meanwhile, took to the bullpen like he'd been born in it. He was charming, fast-thinking, and irritatingly good at making Lois roll her eyes, just like what Clark has been good at doing for years.
“Seriously, Grant?” Lois said one afternoon, snatching a draft from his hands. “You spell-check with your eyes closed?”
“They’re beautiful eyes, though,” Chase said with a grin.
“Not relevant,” she shot back.
Clark’s jaw tightened from his desk.
Because that was his dynamic with Lois. The bickering, the sparks disguised as arguments, that belonged to them!
He tried not to watch but he failed. Whenever Lois pretended not to hear something Chase said, whenever she stifled a smile, whenever she nudged Chase with the same exasperated shove she used to give him…
Clark felt it.
A slow simmering burn.
And then there was the coffee machine incident. Clark approached the machine just as Lois and Chase were already there. Chase held two cups.
“Black, two sugars?” he asked Lois.
“That’s Clark’s order,” she snapped, a little too fast.
Clark’s heart stuttered.
Chase blinked. “Oh, my bad.”
Lois grabbed her own cup and muttered, “I take mine however I want to take mine.”
Clark’s lips quirked. “That so?”
She glared at him, cheeks pink. “Don’t.”
Clark took a sip of his coffee. “Didn’t say anything.”
But his eyes said everything.
Chase looked between the two of them and smirked and Clark so hated that smirk.
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Clark Kent prided himself on being calm under pressure. Alien invasions? Manageable. City-wide disasters? Red and Blue Blur saves the day. Two reporters bantering over coffee? Normally harmless.
But Lois Lane avoiding him like he was made of kryptonite dust? Plus another guy getting under her skin the same way he used to That was, new, unwelcome, and honestly, kind of torture.
Clark watched Lois from his desk as she leaned over Chase’s shoulder, pointing sharply at a paragraph on his screen.
“No, Grant, burying the lede isn’t a stylistic choice. It’s a crime.”
Chase chuckled. “You say that like you’ve never done it.”
“I don’t do crimes. I expose them.”
Clark smirked. Always has the last words, he thought. He tried to refocus on his article, but his eyes kept drifting back to them. But if he be honest, that’s what irritated him the most, how natural Lois' and Chase's rhythm was. Tsk, their names being mentioned together do not even sound pleasing, he pettily said in his mind.
But he recognized it. That was their rhythm. Clark and Lois, Lois and Clark. From before everything got complicated. Before the wedding. Before Lana. Before the hurt. Before Lois left for Star City to accompany Jimmy.
He remembered the parking lot conversation before Chloe’s wedding, the way she’d looked at him, cautious but open, the way she let him in without realizing she was doing it.
And then he’d messed it up. He. Had. Just. To. Mess. It. Up.
He’d broken something he didn’t even know they were building.
And now, he's watching Lois, laughing lightly at something Chase said, laughing in a way she hadn’t laughed at Clark in weeks.
And there it was again, that simmering inside him. He refused to call it jealousy. Because jealousy implied Lois belonged to him. She didn’t. Not then, not now, but he wouldn't want it to be not forever.
But the feeling was still there. A knot in his stomach every time Chase made her smile and a pressure in his chest whenever Lois called him “Clark” instead of “Smallville.”
He missed that nickname more than he’d ever admit. Smallville meant he mattered to her in a way no one else did.
Now she wouldn’t even say it in front of Chase. Clark wasn’t stupid. He noticed the pattern instantly.
Lois was hiding something. Something that had to do with that plane. Something that made her stiffen every time Chase was around him. Something Clark wasn’t part of. And he hated that most of all.
The bullpen had gone silent. Chase had left. The night crew had clocked out. It was finally just the two of them.
Lois typed furiously, pretending she didn’t notice Clark walking toward her desk with that determined stride she recognized too well.
“Lois?”
She stiffened. “What is it Clark?” she asked, without lifting her eyes to look at him.
Even her voice had walls now, he lamented.
Clark winced but pushed on. “We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t.”
“But we do,” he said, gesturing toward the empty room. “It’s quiet. No distractions," a pause, "No Chase," he uttered quietly.
Clark caught how Lois’ eyes twitched at the name. She sighed and stood abruptly, grabbing her coat, “Five minutes. That’s all you get.”
They walked to the far windows overlooking the city’s glow, neutral ground, the unspoken Lois-and-Clark negotiating table.
Clark exhaled. “How did you two meet? You and Chase,” he started.
Lois blinked at the unexpected question. “Seriously?”
“Lois, he knew you. Before he walked in here. Before Tess introduced him. And you’ve been… weird around him... and me. So I just want to know what happened.”
Lois rubbed her temple with a sigh. “He was just bothering me on the plane, okay? That’s it.”
“Bothering you?”
“That’s all you need to know.” Too fast. Too sharp. A dead giveaway.
Clark studied her, concern tightening his brow. “Lois, if he made you uncomfortable—”
“He didn’t,” she cut in quickly. “He was just, talkative,” then she forced a dismissive wave. “End of story.”
Clark didn’t buy it for a second. But he knew Lois. He knew that if he pushed, she’d bolt. Hence he shifted, eyes softening.
“Lois… about Chloe’s wedding—”
“Nope.” She stuck a finger out immediately, practically stabbing the air. “We’re not doing this.”
“We need to talk about it.”
“No we don’t.”
“Lois.”
She froze, jaw tight, bracing herself.
Clark lowered his voice. “You left to attend Jimmy. And when you were there, you never called me. I had to get updates from Oliver. And when you came back… everything was different. And then Lana—”
“Clark,” Lois cut in fast, louder this time, “I’m sorry.”
He blinked. “What?”
“For your—” she made a vague gesture between him and the air around them, “breakup. Again. For the thousandth time. Chloe told me what happened.” Deep inside, Lois knew she needed to cut off whatever Clark would've to say about Lana because she does not trust herself and she doesn't trust her lacrimal glands in not producing tears with whatever she would've heard from Clark.
Clark’s stomach knotted. Lois offered a small, sympathetic smile, the kind she reserved for real hurt. “Hey… I know it sucked when Lana came back and then things fell apart. But you’ll be okay. You guys always find your way back.”
Clark’s heart dropped, “No, Lois—”
She laughed suddenly and punched his arm in that teasing, familiar way of hers. “That’s what you thought before, Smallville.” It was too late when Lois realized the words that came out from her mouth.
The nickname slipped out so naturally she didn’t even catch it. But Clark did, for the first time in a couple of weeks, she called him Smallville.
His breath hitched. A smile, nvoluntary, warm, and hopeful tugged at the corner of his mouth. Lois froze when she saw it, gulping down the lump in her throat.
Then rolled her eyes. “See? There you go. Smiling again. Just be patient.”
Patience. The worst possible advice for the wrong situation.
Because she didn’t understand. She didn’t realize. She still thought Lana was the reason behind his sadness.
When the truth was standing right in front of him, refusing to meet his eyes.
Clark opened his mouth. “Lois, that’s not what I—”
But she bulldozed right over him again, stepping forward without even realizing it. The general's advice kicking in, always have the upper hand.
“And seriously, Clark, thank you,” Her voice softened, all teasing gone, “for saving Chloe. For being there when it mattered most. I never got to tell you that.”
She was close now, close enough to hug him. Her hand twitched at her side, like her body moved instinctively toward him.
Clark held still, breath catching. But Lois stopped abruptly, something flickering in her eyes. A sudden, sharp memory of the way his smile a moment ago had twisted something deep in her chest.
Instead of the hug she clearly almost gave, she smiled at him, lifted her hand and just rubbed his arm gently. A ghost of contact. A safe distance.
“Really,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
Clark swallowed, overwhelmed, “You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“I do.” She stepped back, wall sliding right back into place. “Anyways… it’s late. I should head home.”
He nodded, even though he hated watching her slip away again. Slip, goodness he hated that word.
Lois walked toward the exit, pushing the glass door open. Clark lingered behind, hands in his pockets, mind spinning.
But then, Lois stopped in the doorway. Clark saw her freeze, shoulders tensing. Then he saw why, Oliver Queen stood waiting just outside the bullpen. Hand in pocket, suit immaculate, smiling at Lois.
Clark’s chest tightened as Lois stepped out to meet him. Oliver greeted Clark and he greeted back. He knew the two were friends regardless of their history.
The glass door shut between them, Lois’s silhouette framed beside Oliver’s as they walked down the hallway together.
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enemies to lovers where they really hate eachother but somehow their words have a tint of flirt in it and I'm struggling to find them🙏🙏
Flirty Threats
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
"Are you laughing at me?" "Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?"
"Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you."
"And you think you can get away with threatening me?"
"What made you think you can talk to me like that?"
"Are you still thinking about me? Is that why you're so unfocused?" "You wish."
"You really think you have that much of an impact in my life?"
"Do as I say."
"Oh, you think you're hot stuff?"
"Take a shower, [last name], I can smell you from here." "Care to join me?" "In your dreams."
"I don't think you realize how angry you make me." "Aw, I have that much of an effect on you?"
"Wow, Love. You've really outdone yourself this time."
"Trying out a new nickname, are we?"
𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for muses who just love to flirt. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
"Let me distract you."
"Let's misbehave."
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."
"I'm putting you on my to-do list."
"I'd look good on you."
"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."
"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"
"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"
"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."
"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"
"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."
"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."
"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."
"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."
"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"
"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."
"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."
"Your lips would look so much better on mine."
"You know we should save some water, shower together."
"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."
"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."
"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."
"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."
"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."
"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."
"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."
"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."
"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."
"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."
"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you."
Kylee might usually be hard to read, but she does enjoy being a flirt (especially after a drink or two!)
LOIS LANE in SMALLVILLE | 6.22 - Phantom
Fan Fic Corner - WIP
Don't Take These Beautiful Things That I've Got
Pairing: Clark and Lois
Season: around 10-11
Summary:
Clark's world is turned upside down through the antics of Mr. Mxyzptlk, a being from the 5th dimension. When faced with the emotional turmoil of Lois not recognizing him, and being engaged to another man, Clark must try to make her fall in love with him again or risk losing her forever.
Notes:
*This is an altered writing prompt from @ssombear on Tumblr.
The song by Benson Boone definitely inspired the title and is included on the playlist I've created for this story...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69870421/chapters/181336181
Chapters: 4
4/4 posted - 💯 Complete
Chapter 4: Take Me Home
A Clois fanart i did for Halloween but it’s late lol! Based on episode “Spell”.
Clois Multi-Chapter Fanfiction #1
“imgonnagetyouback”
Author’s note: As promised, here’s Chapter 1 of the prompt I posted in X: What if, when Lois returned from Star City, tagging along with her was a reporter she met on Star City who just loves to tease & challenge Lois? Clark saw the familiar banter between Lois and this new guy. The question is, why does he feel threatened?
PS: idk how to post a story in ao3 so I will use tumblr as my primary medium of posting. I hope you guys like this and ket me know your thoughts :))
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Chapter 1
Two months. That’s how long it had been since Lois Lane left Metropolis, since she packed her bags, tucked away her pride, and flew to Star City under the guise of helping a wounded friend. In truth, she had been helping herself, or trying to.
Now, seated by the oval window of a commercial flight cruising above the clouds, Lois wasn’t sure if she’d done much healing at all.
She could’ve accepted Oliver’s offer for a private jet, but something about being alone with her thoughts among ordinary people sounded better. Less suffocating. No pitying glances. No reminders of what she’d left behind.
Her fingers toyed with the boarding pass tucked into the seat pocket. The engine hummed steadily beneath her boots, the soft chatter of passengers fading into white noise. She leaned back, closed her eyes. That’s when someone dropped into the seat beside her.
“Guess this one’s mine,” came a smooth, amused voice.
Lois opened her eyes.
The man sliding into the seat was the kind of man that made even seasoned reporters pause mid-sentence. Tall, broad-shouldered, and sculpted like he’d been carved out of some smug Grecian marble. His dark hair fell in casual waves, his jaw sharp enough to make headlines of its own. The sleeves of his navy shirt clung to his forearms in a way that suggested he didn’t need a gym membership to keep that build.
Great, Lois thought dryly. Just what I need flying coach with a walking Calvin Klein ad.
He smiled at her, confident, easygoing, the kind of smile that could charm an entire press room. “Chase,” he said, offering a hand.
“Lois,” she replied, shaking it briefly before returning her gaze to the window.
Silence hung between them for a few minutes, thankfully. Then, predictably, he started talking.
It wasn’t the usual small talk. Chase spoke about things people normally save for midnight confessions, how he’d quit a job that paid well but hollowed him out, how he didn’t know what he was chasing anymore (pun unintended, he swore), and how sometimes, it’s easier to talk to strangers than to people who think they know you.
Lois didn’t mean to listen. She really didn’t. But his tone which was honest, almost disarming cracked something open.
“Funny,” she said after a while, her voice quiet, eyes fixed on the fading horizon outside. “That’s exactly why I don’t talk to people.” She meant it to shut him up but of course he didn’t.
He turned to her, curious. “You don’t?”
Lois internally rolled her eyes but decided to just go with it. She’ll never meet him anyways. Besides, they just know each other by first name basis. She shook her head. “People… they have this tendency to disappoint you. The moment you let them in, they find a way to hurt you. So, I stopped letting them in.”
Chase studied her. “So, someone hurt you?”
Lois huffed out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. You could say that.”
He didn’t push, he just waited as if inviting her for a confession.
“There’s this guy,” she began, the words spilling before she could stop them. “I’ll just call him Smallville. It’s a nickname.”
Chase smiled faintly. “Let me guess, farm boy?”
Lois’s lips twitched. “Bingo. Sweet, awkward, sometimes infuriatingly noble farm boy.”
Her voice softened despite herself. “We were partners. At work. Always bickering, but it worked. And then… there was this moment. At my cousin’s wedding. We almost kissed.”
“Almost?” Chase prompted gently.
“Yeah.” Her throat tightened. “Almost. Until his ex walked in, which he claimed he was in love with since he’s 5. And just like that, he looked right past me. Like I’d never been there.”
She blinked rapidly, keeping her eyes on the window. “Something tragiv happened that same day which made me leave the town. Told myself I was just helping my injured friend, but… I know it’s more than that. I think I was just running. Staying in Star City longer made it easier to pretend I didn’t care anymore.”
Chase’s voice was quiet when he asked, “Do you?”
Lois didn’t answer. The seatbelt light blinked on, and the captain’s voice filled the cabin, announcing their descent into Metropolis.
She felt Chase’s gaze linger on her, but she didn’t look back. The moment the plane’s wheels touched the runway, she grabbed her bag, muttered something about being late, and disappeared into the crowd before he could even say goodbye.
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The newsroom buzzed as always, clacking keyboards, ringing phones, the low hum of chaos that Lois usually thrived in. But lately, she’d been moving like a ghost between desks, always vanishing just before Clark Kent, the man she would love to strangle and hug at the same time, entered the bullpen.
If he arrived at nine, she was already leaving to meet a source; if he stayed late, she’d turn in early; even when they crossed paths at the coffee machine, Lois suddenly remembered an urgent call to make. She does everything just to not stand in the same room with him.
Clark noticed. Of course he did.
Every dodge, every sidestep, and it stung more than he wanted to admit. He’d hurt her, even if he hadn’t meant to, gosh he never wanted to hurt an independent, does-not-settle-for-less Lois Lane. And now, the walls Lois had built around herself were taller than ever. And this time, they were built against him. And somehow, Clark thought, this was way worse than standing in a room full of kryptonite.
He’d been waiting for the right moment to talk to her, to explain. But the right moment never came — and maybe it never would, unless he made one.
The following Friday, Clark made up his mind. He spotted Lois across the bullpen, her hair catching the light as she typed, pretending not to notice him. He crossed the room, determination in every step.
“Lois, we need to talk.”
Her eyes flicked up, wide, like a cornered animal. “Smallville, I can’t right now, Tess called a—”
Right on cue, Tess Mercer’s sharp voice cut through the noise from the mezzanine above. “Everyone, listen up!”
Reporters looked up from their desks.
“We’re temporarily assigning a new reporter to the Daily Planet’s city desk,” Tess announced. “He’ll be joining us starting today.”
A tall figure stepped out from her office, flashing that same confident smile Lois had seen from a plane window two days earlier.
“Everyone, meet Chase Grant.”
Lois froze.
Clark blinked, glancing between them.
Chase caught sight of her and smirked, clearly amused. “Well… small world.”
Lois’s jaw dropped. “YOU?!”
The bullpen fell silent, everyone turning to stare.
Clark’s brows furrowed in confusion. “You two know each other?” Lois concluded that the jealous and somewhat irritated tone she heard from Clark was just pure hallucination. But she could only gape. Of course the stranger she’d spilled her heart to at thirty thousand feet had to show up here, in her newsroom, standing next to her unresolved disaster of a partner.
Somewhere deep down, Lois Lane swore and cuss the guy out. One thing just entered her mind – that moron must’ve known who she was and masterminded his way to talking to her and spill her guts to him, and now she’s screwed.
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★ every smallville episode with Lois Lane ⊰ 9x04 – Echo
4x1 Crusade
This proposal gets me every time 😍😍
I really really hope Gunn directs a romantic proposal scene with DCU Clois too!