Lois Lane ragebaits Superman during an interview, pours half a container of sugar into about 4 ounces of coffee and dictates an article taking down lex luthor while driving a hovercraft. They nailed her. We are so back.
superman, an undocumented immigrant being accused of representing some greater political agenda, made a political target after opposing an illegal occupation of an entire country, gets thrown into a secret and unlawful prison by a billionaire and tortured while the people in his life are put at risk. james gunn i knew you had the sauce but this. next fucking level. i love superman (2025)
Morning coffee runs with your boyfriend after exam week seemed to be the best cure for exhaustion.
ℳorning dew always smelled best when you had a coffee in hand. The mixture of aromas had been something you’d adored since you were a kid. Even more so as you got older and went to college.
Sometimes it reminded you of home. Running around your backyard and chasing your dog, only stopping when your mother called you back inside to eat.
College was hard, but you loved it nonetheless. You were a hard worker and you enjoyed the challenge.
What made it easier were days like today, when it was you, your boyfriend, and the early morning coffee runs on campus.
Sitting beside you on the bench as you both watched various people on morning runs, you snuggled closer into his side. Armin always seemed to be warm, even on days like today where the wind bit at every piece of exposed flesh.
“Cold?” He murmurs, wrapping a gloved hand tighter around your shoulder.
Nodding, you glance up to look at him. Armin had a type of beauty people only dreamt of having. With his soft golden hair and gorgeous blue eyes, He practically radiated sunshine even on overcast days. He was picture perfect.
Or, maybe it was just you, considering he is your boyfriend.
Plus, he did look adorable with a red tipped nose and rosy cheeks.
“Just a little, but the coffee is warming me up.” You finally voice, taking a slow, needed sip. “Do you have Mr. Brewer today?”
Armin exhaled slowly, a cumulation of smoke gathering and dispersing in the air. “Yep, unfortunately.”
Chuckling, you press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Oh, how will you survive!”
“I don’t think I will.” He grins, dipping his head to capture your lips in a kiss. He smiled through it, so did you.
Exam week had been hell, but today was your last day before break. Armin said he had a surprise for you, though it wasn’t much of a surprise considering you accidentally stumbled upon tickets to your favorite band laying in his drawer while you looked for a pencil.
He’d laughed about it, blaming his laziness with concealing things. He’d always been horrible with secrets.
“We could always skip..?” Armin trails off, causing your eyebrows to shoot up.
Not failing to hide your surprise, you shift to get a clearer view of him. “Did I just hear Armin Arlert suggest skipping classes? I mean, I might have to call my doctor for a hearing check—“
Cutting you off with a short fake laugh, the blonde rolls his eyes dramatically. “Very funny. I’m just saying… We could always spend the day together. Do something fun. One day won’t hurt.”
The thought made a smile spread across your lips. “That sounds fantastic. I’d love that.”
Pulling you back into his arms, Armin planted a kiss to your forehead. The chilly air suddenly feeling a whole lot warmer.
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joey lynch didn’t want to love. Not until you, not until you weaseled your way into his heart.
𝒥oey’s heart pounded in his chest as the girl he’d been trying so desperately to forget moved around him. Your arms were held high in the air, your laughter swept up into the booming music, but he heard it. He heard your laughter like it was a drug, not the kind he’d pumped into his body on so many occasions. Your laughter was a drug he didn’t want to swallow, but his body physically sucked it in without permission.
When your hair whipped around your face as you danced circles around him, he felt light headed. Your smile was becoming infectious, the effects instantaneous. His lips twitched when he noticed you pause your dancing to wobble slightly when your brain caught up with the motions you were making.
Dizzy and grinning like a fool, you reached out for his arms and he took them into his embrace without a second thought. Your arms wrapped around his neck loosely as your body sagged against his sturdy chest.
“I’m so happy, right now.” You informed, slurring slightly. “Happy with you, Lynchy.”
His eyes scanned your face for any deceit, but he knew you. Knew you were telling the truth. “I’m happy here, too.” He murmured back as you reached up to pinch his cheek.
And it was true, for once in his seventeen years of living, Joey Lynch felt something nearing peace. You had brought out a side of him nobody else seemed to be able to touch. And the same went for you, Joey Lynch had utterly and irrevocably damaged your psyche, because after him you were certain you would never love anyone else.
Picking you up, the tips of his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, Joey buried his face in your neck and relished in the sound of your squeal of delight. “Put me down, Joe!”
“Use your proper words.” The blonde grinned, pulling back to look at you.
Scowling, you huff out a breath of air, watching as the cloud dissipated before looking back at the boy whom held your whole heart in his bruised hands. “Please put me down, Joseph Lynch.”
Trying to remain serious, your eyebrows furrowed even deeper as he did no such thing. Walking a great distance of ten feet, he set you down on the hood of your small grey car.
Joey examined you for a quiet moment before leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips. “I think I love you.” He murmured, pulling back only when your mouth formed into a smile. “What?”
“Really? ‘I think?’” Rolling your eyes, you lifted one hand to flick his nose. “So comforting.”
Joey shrugged, stepping back and setting his hands on his hips. He looked awfully good in the dim light coming from the parking lot street lamps. His golden blonde hair blowing slightly in the breeze, his lips turned upward in the infuriatingly cute grin. . .
“Well, I am certain that I love you, Joseph Lynch!” You quipped, hopping off the car and back onto the ground.
Sauntering toward him, you reached out for his hand, pulling him to your chest. “Always..”
“Always.” He mumbles, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead.
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