#intrepidmslane

[imperiouslex]

" like you have better things to do than see me, " Lex retorts with a set jaw, " when we're both well aware that you don't. "

     he arches one of his well-groomed brows incredulously as lois continues to keep her eyes screwed shut. is she mocking him? before Lex can open his mouth to object, she looks back up at him and the mogul feels his irritation begin to melt away. " honesty is one of the fundamental principles of good journalism, or so I've heard, " he says, then gives lois a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes as he adds, " maybe that's why the alien only agrees to interviews with that kent fellow; maybe it knows you won't take its answers at face value. "

     her question regarding his presence prompts Lex to unceremoniously dangle a lanyard in front of her: a press pass. " LuthorCorp will be unveiling its newly constructed science spire soon, and I wished to personally invite you, miss lois lane, to the press conference, " he answers. " as you know, I don't shy away from a seasoned reporter's questions... unlike your erroneously dubbed 'superman,' it seems. "

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“... sure thing?”

infamous last words.

the vigilante clad in purple may have warmed up considerably to the reporter hel already held in high regard, but that didn't necessarily translate to media savvy.

here went nothing:

“hey, lex loser. you should weep in a titan submersible — or a holding cell. dealer's choice.”

she held back a grin, allowing herself to deliver that quote with a deadpan expression. she knew what she was doing.

“right. sorry, miss lane,” the gothamite responded to lois' remark with a casual shrug of her shoulders, playfulness subtly visible in her tone. “just here to assist local crime-fighting efforts. i don’t have any special insight on metropolis affairs — except for a few choice words about the PD. but that’s not exactly exclusive to this city.”

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    the smile on his lips falters for a moment, one of his hands rising to cover lois's where it rests on his chest. clark can't say he's ever seen her like this, so vulnerable, her usual veneer of confidence falling away to reveal something softer beneath.

" lois lane, not good at something? " he teases softly. " i'll believe it when i see it. " he knows he could try and placate her with promises and admonishments of men that came before him, but it would be performative. the truth is so much simpler: he would do anything for her, including, but not limited to, navigating the difficulties of a relationship with her, fictional as they might seem right now.

" i'm not exactly perfect, either, " he adds. " i think we both know you're signing on for a lot more than i am. "

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       a jolt of anxiety flashes through clark. he follows hot on her heels, running a hand through his dark curls as he tries to formulate a good reason to make her stay. lois's penchant for trouble is just one of many things he likes about her, but that doesn't change the fact that she darn near worries him sick sometimes.

"c'mon, don't - don't hold the superman thing over me. he's just a really private guy," he says. it takes a lot not to tell her the truth, especially when she's giving him guff for his exclusives. she would laugh him into next week if she knew he was interviewing himself, but he still doesn't like lying. "if you're going to do this, at least let me come with you. you might need backup."

[fa1lmech]

HOPE:  The  sender  and  receiver  work  on  a  plan  to  take  on  the  same  enemy. 

"I haven't been able to hack Luthor's computer yet," he confesses with a soft, frustrated sigh. "But I managed to hack into both his personal and work phone. Both numbers have made multiple calls to a number with a Gotham area code. The phone seems to be a burner phone." His fingertips fly across his keyboard as he attempts to obtain more info for her. "I could reach out to Oracle and see if she wants to help us tech wise. She won't rat us out to the Bat unless you want his help with this."

[f0rtomorrows]

a  first  kiss  between  friends.

𝙑𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎.

clark kent has had many a delusional fantasy of kissing lois lane since not too long after his first day at the daily planet. but right now, in real time, he's blanking on every romantic gesture he's ever made note of. her pale blue eyes have taken on an almost periwinkle hue in warm, evening light outside of her apartment building ; the perfume she wears is chased by soft notes in her shampoo, caught in the gentlest of breezes. once again, he's finding his sharpened senses to be a hindrance. this time, for suffocating his composure.

grinning into the light of her smile, shoulders rise & fall with the breath clark draws. he lifts a hand to tuck a lock of dark hair behind lois' ear ( makes a mental checkmark ), & makes the slow motion dive to kiss her. fingers graze the curve of her jaw. she still hasn't made a move to run away, or offer him her cheek, & there's a moment where their heartbeats overlap -- it's here where lips brush & slowly melt together. clark feels the burn of breathlessness in his lungs for the first time in years, dizzy like he's hurling through the air at lightening speed . . . she is going to need to come up for air eventually, though, & while it's only been a few glorious moments, clark would prefer to keep things short & sweet.

quietly, he chuckles, lets his hand fall away, cheeks warm. ❝ was that alright . . . ? ❞

[boyblooded]

@intrepidmslane | 💌

" can you stay ? after i fall asleep ? "

✧ ━ finals week had been killer for both of them : cramming every free minute into their studies , bloodstreams pumping more caffeine than anything else until the migraines finally got them to succumb to a night's rest . the ugly side of academia had reared it's head && was actively kicking their asses . almost there , at least close enough to see the light at the end of the tunnel ! her dorm was dark now , illuminated only by a dimly lit lamp resting atop a desk strewn with textbooks and looseleaf papers . if the RA caught wind that he'd broken the strict no co-ed sleepovers rule , he'd be explaining himself to no end . thankfully , sam was at least reasonably certain no one had seen him enter earlier , and sneaking back out in the light of morning was a problem to be addressed at a later time .

his voice was soft , leaning down to join her place on the bottom bunk amidst flannel sheets . it took a minute to sit on the edge of the shitty school - allocated foam mattress comfortably , bumping his head on the bunk above in the process due to his height . he nodded toward her , whether she could see anything or not . ❛ of course . i'll be right here . i gotta keep working on my poli - sci paper , anyways . do you need anything , some water ? maybe an advil ? ❜ a tired laugh echoed into the student housing around them .

[boyblooded]

@intrepidmslane | 💌

" i can't let go . "

✧ ━ HE KNEW THIS DECISION wasn't going to go over well . to drop it all ! no stanford , no law degree , ( no future ! ) && what possible rationale could he try to utilize and unravel this to her ? the look on her face stung , and sam never was a decent liar . a boy absent a poker face , hands trembling like a leaf and avoiding eye contact as though it'd end him . ❛ lo , something's come up . it's my family , i can't just keep living it out up here and telling myself that they don't need me. ❜ ( DAD'S ON A HUNTING TRIP ━ HE HASN'T BEEN HOME IN A FEW DAYS ! )

he'd gotten so close to making it out ; a normal life, a normal , beautiful girl that believed in him & whose drive was impressive enough to blow him out of the water . away from hunting , from dad , from his brother . he wanted to be a lawyer , dammit ! & only a semester to go . . . just a week prior had they been celebrating his LSAT test results . ❛ i don't know how to explain any of this without you thinking i'm nuts . it's killing me , believe me . i already put in my withdrawal to the dean of admissions . i'm sorry . ❜