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@americanalien [ sequel. ]

Her cellphone read 𝟟:𝟝𝟞 𝕡.𝕞. Technically, he wasn’t late; she’d just been parked on a bench, looking through her notes, for almost fifteen minutes. Over-eager? ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛ. It was just common courtesy to show up earlier than your interviewee.

78 Kidder Avenue happened to be where a certain apartment building with a rooftop garden was situated. From experience, Lois knew her neighbors didn’t drop by on a Friday night, giving her ρɾιʋαcყ  -- very important for this particular interview.

That was all it was. An 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆. Not a date. Which was why she had changed out of her day’s office clothes... to another set of officewear. ‘ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs’ was one of her steadfast rules as a journalist. If anything, she was going to show Superman she could be the epitome of 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙼.

Didn’t hurt to put a little more effort on her make up than usual, or a dash of perfume. Still very professional.

#americanalien #ic | insert byline here #[v: Girl Reporter] #whelp new thread

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@americanalien [ 𝓟𝓲𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵 ]

“Oh my god, Kent. Did you really come over in this weather?” Her co-worker was practically soaked to the bone. If he caught a cold, she wasn’t claiming any responsibility. While her original plan was to gladly accept the box he had -- presumably containing that confectionery he had promised her -- now she couldn’t, in good conscience, close the door on his face.

Lois sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “What the hell. C’mon in, you goose. I’ll get you a towel.”

#americanalien #IC | insert byline here #[v: Girl Reporter] #I FINALLY WROTE THIS #Q | getting the scoop

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MOMMMMMMM

@kryptonfresh

“Five more minutes...” the mass of wavy brunette locks mumbled as Lois’ face remained buried in her pillow. ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ. In her defence, she did get home at goddamn 4 in the morning. Looking back -- she considered it a miracle that somehow, she managed to kick off her boots, grab a quick shower and brush her teeth before falling into the sweet, sweet embrace that was The Bed. After managing to outrun, outleap, outclimb security last night.

( Fuck, was she getting too old and achy for this? Nah )

But even with the deep fog of exhaustion clouding her mind, the Mom in her recognized she hadn’t exactly been putting aside time for her kid this past week. Yet she was still tired as fuck, so ... Kicking the side of the covers as an invite, Lois turned her head over to wayyy-too-lively-for-this-time-of-the-day teen. “Hop in. What’s the emergency?”

#kryptonfresh #IC | insert byline here #[v: He Lives In You] #uwu

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Ultraman merely chuckles at her remark. "I have plenty of weapons. I took Jon because your worthless husband would have made him human. He deserved better, and I gave him better."

@kryptoncorrupt

“You wouldn’t even know what 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 means because you don’t even understand it. He deserved a 𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘋𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘋. A family that 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 him. And you 𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕃𝔼 all that from him! Do you even realize what you’ve done?!” She was practically preaching to a stone wall; the futility smugly mocking her. But when Lois was brimming with fury, her tongue couldn’t be leashed. 

“If you have ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ what it takes to properly love a child, you don’t fucking deserve one!”

#kryptoncorrupt #IC | insert byline here #[v: Rebirth]

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@americanalien  [ cont. ]

“ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, Kent. I’m giving you a compliment and you’re taking it.” Honestly, why he even bothered coming to the bi-weekly bar gathering the whole writing team headed to once they knocked off work was just another Clark Kent Mystery. Sure, they always needed a designated driver... if Kent actually drove anything faster than a bicycle. But no -- he didn’t drink much, shied away from a good dishing of gossip or boisterous dares. Yet there he was, still reliably hovering nearby as though ready to catch her if she climbed onto the bar counter waving her glass around and yelling. ( Not like she ever fell off; Lois Lane was always steady on her feet, even on high heels. )

“And stop doing that thing with your glasses. It’s 𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙊𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙔 attractive.”

#americanalien #IC | insert byline here #[v: Girl Reporter] #whispers let me know if anything isn't ok!

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"I raised Jon how a kryptonian should be raised."

@kryptoncorrupt

“Well your parenting skills suck.” 

Righteous anger overrode all sense of self-preservation, particularly now that she’d seen how Jon had turned out. ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇ. How fucking dare he! “What you did wasn’t raising a child, you abusive monster. You’re honing a weapon. At least own your shit and fuck right off with that.”

#kryptoncorrupt #IC | insert byline here #[v: Rebirth] #lois: u fucked up a perfectly good kid is what u did #look at him he's got morality issues and unhealthy coping mechanisms

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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 for @americanalien !

“Hey Smallville, do I smell 𝓅𝒾𝑒 over there?”

#americanalien #ic | insert byline here #[v: Girl Reporter] #adkjhajdal feed her clark

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@americanalien

Ordinarily, the sound of most people’s voices wouldn’t even have gotten her to ᴸᴼᴼᴷ ᵁᴾ from her computer screen; one finger usually held up as a sign for ❝ just a second I gotta finish up this sentence ❞. Or a paragraph if she recognized the voice for someone she ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ disliked.

But Clark? These days Lois found herself giving him the time of the day with a special courtesy of actually replying him right away.

( To rub it in one farmboy’s face of course. Why else. )

“That’s sweet, Kent. I would too ‘cept I was too busy covering that BIG White House press conference you weren’t around for. Who’s the Planet’s 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 again?” She might’ve been going for smug, but that sincere grin that spoke volumes of how cheered up she was by his presence was anything but. Not bothering to give him time to answer, she snapped her laptop shut, grabbing her handbag by the side.

“C’mon. You can tell me just where the heck you’ve been over lunch. You still owe me one for covering your ass at the Friends of Metropolis charity gala.”

#americanalien #IC | insert byline here #[v: Girl Reporter] #:))))

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@icansavetoday

ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, she was on a two-week leave that Perry made her take or she was going to be assigned to whatever fluff pieces the Features department felt like torturing her with. So she hadn’t taken a vacation in over a year -- how was that a cardinal sin if she’d rather chase after a story? 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙽𝙴𝚆𝚂 didn’t take vacations.

But even if she wouldn’t have access to her desk or resources in the Planet offices, nor allowed to put something on newsprint, there was always good ol’ citizen journalism. 

Still, she wasn’t above taking an easy morning -- for now -- sitting by the window of the Starbucks across the street from her apartment; her usual cup of  Americano hovering near her lips as the journalist remained engrossed with the latest New Yorker essays.

#icansavetoday #IC | insert byline here #[v: DCEU] #hi sorry this took forever ;;

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@americanalien

“So you’re telling me you just happened to be in the area when the factory exploded?” 

Kent might be able to fool everyone else with that aw shucks I just rolled into town with the sheep, 𝒞𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐹𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓎™ act, but she smelt a rat.

#americanalien #ic | insert byline here #[v: Girl Reporter]

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The house is decorated in streamers and balloons by the time she comes home, and Kon pops a tube of confetti over her just as she walks through the door. A lopsided homemade cake rests on the table, and a wrapped gift. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!"

@kryptonfresh  |  𝐿𝑜𝒾𝓈’ 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 🎁

Call it an unfortunate fact or useful skill– But Lois had grown far more used to gunshots and explosives going off that the popping of a confetti tube didn’t even make her flinch. Didn’t help that it wasn’t exactly much of a sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ; she’d long guessed what Kon was up to for almost a week. ( The reporter loved her son, bless him, but successfully secretive in their shared household he was not. )

Regardless, Lois made sure she had on the appropriate reaction, knowing he’d put in a huge amount of effort to pull this together. Easy to do, given that her genuine response was deep appreciation. 𝐸𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓀𝑒. Neither of the Lanes were exactly Martha Kent in that department, even after their many attempts in kitchen together. ( On the bright side, nothing in the house looked like it’d been set on fire. So whatever the structure of the cake, it was already a Lane Success. )

“Just… Thanks, Kon. Best son a woman could ask for. C’mere, you.”

#kryptonfresh #IC | insert byline here #[v: He Lives In You] #[ birthday tag ] #sdkjsdkfdsf lopsided cake?? we still stan

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@dcvilcomplex  [ cont. ]

Waking up in an empty bed didn’t surprise her the least. Yet amidst the haze of sleepiness -- how late had it been when they, when she fell asleep anyway? -- there was an oddly unexpected feeling in the pit of her stomach. An irritation? Disappointment, maybe? Not that she’d admit it aloud that she was the least bit affected at what was essentially a one-night--

ᴏʜ. ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴠɪᴇᴡ.

Seriously. Sunlight had no right to be bathing him, or anyone, like that.

“I would’ve done the same,” she remarked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while accepting the mug. Coffee first thing in the morning was practically breakfast a must-have at this point of her career. ( Or at any point, to be specific. Perry didn’t call her the most 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙀 intern he’d ever had for nothing. ) The warm liquid was an instant pick-me-up -- ‘kay, how did he know just how strong she liked it? Humming in contentment, she reached for her phone left in the handbag that was flung carelessly onto the counter, one of the casualties of last night’s spur-of-moment hookup. As fingertips tapped the screen to check for messages, she realized the ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ʟᴜʟʟ that had fallen in the room.

Lois Lane didn’t do ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇs, if she could help it. And frankly, in her eyes, nothing that had happened between them warranted it. Matt & her might not have been the 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘚𝘛 of friends for very long, but in the period she’d known him-- the journalist knew she could 𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘛 him, and her 𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁-𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 gut instinct told her the feeling was mutual.

( The simmering Unresolved Sexual Tension didn’t help. Though in this case, it was very much ʀᴇsᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ. )

“Murdock--” That came out more like a sigh than she’d intended. “If you start apologizing about what happened last night, save it. Because I won’t.”

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@cxpt

In her mind, Lois rationalized that if she could track down the Man of Steel to his 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘓 𝘋𝘖𝘖𝘙𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘗 in his hometown, after a lifetime of keeping a lowkey profile... she could do the same for America’s best known super-patriot. Sure, she’d acknowledge that Captain America could very well prove more difficult given his veteran experience... but this journalist reveled in a 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀. 

So six months, two weeks and five days since she first made her pitch to Perry on her next big story-- Tirelessly chasing down leads & multiple dead ends, after countless late nights and coffee dates with her ❝ 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳 ❞ ( as affectionately nicknamed by Jenny that one time she stopped by her apartment ) ... Lois had arrived at what she believed was the last stop to that highly sought-after interview:

An Irish diner tucked away in a corner of downtown Gotham.

Could’ve been 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩, given the city she was at. ( It was a particularly rough week; she’d rather not have to slip into some dank warehouse with less-than-benign gangsters to fight off / flee. At least, give her another day or two until then. ) 

A quick check of her wristwatch confirmed that if her last lead was accurate, 𝐇𝐄 would’ve arrived ten minutes ago. Only one way to find out -- the reporter pushed open the door, the tinkling of a bell signaling her arrival while blue eyes scanned its interior for her story.

#cxpt #IC | insert byline here #[v: DCEU] #'soon' means 9 days for me asdkjfsljf #but it's up!!

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@americanalien​ 

She dropped that morning’s Daily Planet copy with the headline 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴: 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽’𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙳 🇧​🇾 🇱​🇴​🇮​🇸​ 🇱​🇦​🇳​🇪​ splashed across the front page onto Clark’s desk.

“Told you I’d get that ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ.”

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@sonicanary  [ cont. ]

The grim 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 about the late Mr. Lance was news to her. When Dinah didn’t elaborate, there was an internal voice that protested about how one couldn’t just 𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙋 𝘼 𝘽𝙊𝙈𝘽 like that with no follow-up. But while Lois often lacked tact even without a drop of alcohol, she was always, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs mindful of pressing someone for traumatic details they weren’t ready or willing to open up on. So she left it alone.

Not that she had time to dwell on that. Dinah’s subsequent lament over the lack of bonding with her mother prompted her to reach out, placing a reassuring hand on the blonde’s shoulder. Estrangement with a parent? Now ᴛʜᴀᴛ the journalist could relate. Though in her case, it was quite the opposite -- Lois’ relationship with her mother Ella was solid; it was her father the xenophobic General she had major problems with.

( On hindsight, ❝ major problems ❞ was a gross understatement. Dinah Drake was 𝘕𝘖𝘛 on the same level -- that being 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 -- as Sam Lane. ) 

With the question being reflected back at her, Lois retracted her hand to take another swig of her whiskey; talking about 𝙃𝙄𝙈 often had that effect. “I would’ve told my dad he was a piece of shit and to go fuck himself.” A wry chuckle escaped her lips. “God, he... He really didn’t deserve me as a daughter. Or my mom, my sister... Definitely not Clark. You’d think anyone would’ve been lucky to have him as a son-in-law. Not dear ol’ dad.” Voice dripped with venomous sarcasm as she emptied the rest her glass. 

“You know, I didn’t even bring flowers to his grave. No, didn’t deserve even that.” Filial piety wasn’t for him the moment he chose the path of prejudice.

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@hiredassault [ cont. ]

For a second there, she wondered if the troll ( gnome? goblin? dwarf? ) statue she’d accidentally kicked over due to poor hallway lighting belonged to him. That the cold treatment received was because he was so offended on behalf of his fallen ceramic friend. And not because of, you know, the likelier reason of simply not wanting to talk to a persistent journalist he was trying hard to avoid.

Well, 𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝚁𝚂 rarely ever deterred her for long.

“Orlando Furioso.” Stubborn knocking accompanied her reciting of the name the apartment was filed under. Probably false, she deduced, given his... illegal career. But it was all she had for the time being. “I just want to ᴛᴀʟᴋ.”

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