Future Arrangements
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Finding out her future includes a far more intimate relationship with Superman would be a dream come true for Lois Lane… That is, if she hadn’t also found out she’d be married to Clark Kent.
That’s an evil summary. I can’t help but think Lois got a sneak peek of the Lies, Sex, and Videotape headlines
For the media, the novelty had long since worn off. After all, everything in life is a matter of adaptation.
But for Lois Lane — who stood trembling, struggling to lean against a wall in some alley off Edington Street — it would be hard to accept, let alone get used to, the fact that she had just had a vision of the future.
Yes, she’s call anyone crazy who might suggest she and Superman ever do get into a slump.
According to him, an imp from the fifth dimension had swapped several details of her past just for fun, and so she had to travel through time with him to fix the mistakes before they caused some kind of crazy butterfly effect in the future.
That *does* sound like fun indeed!
Lois — that was too shocked to really doubt anything
Since you mentioned it, “who” not “that” for persons. Anyway, you’re doing very well so far!
mess with her, of all people; and Wells’s evasive reply
I’m about 95% certain this should be a regular comma instead of the semicolon.
Suddenly, she was alone in a house she’d never been in before.
With the summary, I’m guessing Hyper Ave?
she had to admit he had made — or rather, would make — an excellent deal with this new one.
The house comes with a secret compartment and a live-in Lois.
Afraid of discovering something unpleasant, like poor Clark had let himself be seduced by some unprincipled bleach-blonde,
Meow! Cute and subtle jealousy!
Was she in her future self’s body?
It is kind of adorable that Lois makes a jump everyone else would consider completely ludicrous.
Honey? Clark called her that? And she let him?
Yes, she likes being a honey.
“Uh… Of course,” she replied, awkwardly, when she realized her future self wasn’t going to magically appear and take over the conversation.
You know, I can’t remember a story where a past self Lois ever woke up in bed with her husband.
The man behind her sighed. “Me too. You have no idea how much. Since we were interrupted this morning… I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His hands roamed over her body
I did not read ahead, I swear!
It was then she noticed the arms wrapped around her were covered in blue spandex. Could it be…
I did make a plot bunny drop on Discord about that before getting to here.
though Superman was currently nipping at her neck and that hadn’t been enough to wake her up.
No, but her bedsheets are a tangled mess by now.
“But you’re so beautiful. And this suit… you know I can’t resist that skirt.”
“I wore it thinking of you, Superman,” Lois said breathlessly, wanting to actively participate in this wonderful dream she was having.
Buying into the whole improv thing, is she?
LOIS: Being good at improv kept me alive for years.
If she was married to Clark, what was she doing clinging to Superman?
Her job, given she’s got a side gig as professional caregiver for the exiled First Lord of Krypton.
“Do you think he’ll mind?” he asked
This is deliciously evil.
They were back in the alley off Edington Street, and a wobbly Lois stumbled out of the vehicle,
Oh dear. Now *this* is evil. Lois gets to live her present tense life, thinking of future imperfect.
“In the second I hit the wrong button and lost you… you didn’t travel through time again, did you?”
That was turning out to be a difficult month.
I think this should be ‘it was’. I can’t cute the rule though.
when she spoke to Clark, she tried to dodge his concerned looks and questions at every turn.
“Lois, what’s going on with you?” her partner asked once,
Blurting out “I was cheating on you with Superman when we will be married!” is kind of an awkward way to start a discussion.
“How many times do I have to tell you it’s nothing, Clark? You’re overthinking.”
“Was it me? Did I do something to upset you?”
It’s fun how he tries to circumvent the trope and yet, is smack in the middle of it anyway.
“It can’t be your fault if nothing happened.”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Lois, I know you. You’ve been acting off for weeks. Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?
It would be so awkward if she will have gotten pregnant by Superman while in the future.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have no choice but to think you hate me.”
Clark!
I’m just telling you how I’ll feel!”
/Psst/ “how I feel” since it’s present tense and not hypothetical.
Lois steeled herself and faced him. He was right, of course, but she knew he couldn’t even begin to imagine the reasons for all of this.
Poor Lois. She never wanted to be a Daddy’s girl.
And he truly didn’t know, of course, but Lois wasn’t about to defend him for that.
Boy, is she gonna be mad at him when he starts dating Matson. Cheating on her like that when they haven’t even been on a date yet. The fiend!
The way he was, he might even say it was okay, that he understood her admiration — well, passion — for Superman… Or… What if he understood too well?
Yes, he might suggest they both enjoy Superman’s presence in their bed together.
Say, maybe even suggesting the three of them could…
I did not read ahead!
Oh, no. No. Absolutely not. Lois herself wouldn’t accept that, let alone him. She knew Clark had always been jealous of the superhero.
She might be surprised. Although I recommend she draw him a diagram. Maybe Cat could explain it. Although I recommend she not suggest they also experiment with assistant district attorneys.
And that some bleach-blonde would show up in his life soon.
Maybe if Lois jaywalked?
and Superman, the symbol of truth and justice, would sleep with his friend’s wife in the marital bed
You never know. Kryptonians might be like the Bonobo monkey.
“No, thank you. I didn’t know you drank.”
Come to think of it, she’s the perfect blend of both her parents.
Superman took the glass from her hands. Lois was impressed by his boldness and offended that her joke hadn’t been appreciated.
It’s probably because she *is* drunk by now.
And, well, if a normal man would do that, imagine one who was super? Of course, it had been Lois who’d nicknamed him that, now that she thought about it, but damn, she didn’t know what to expect from him anymore! After all, he would betray Clark’s trust.
Considering how royalty behaved on Earth, I would create a precedence with the Kryptonian First Lord.
The next morning brought a very unpleasant headache and the discovery that her whiskey bottle had disappeared. Lois made a mental note to tell Superman, the next time she saw him, that if he wanted some, he just had to ask.
You know, if she doesn’t qualify this with “Whiskey”, Superman might have to interpret this as he would such a proposal by Car to Clark. Add to that dilemma, how can he decline said offer without hurting… the Whiskey bottle’s feelings.
Clearly, Lois wasn’t the only one trying to buy someone’s goodwill there, and she wondered what was driving her partner’s guilt.
Him thinking she’s on her monthly anger cycle and realizing she’s actually in need of an intervention and 28 days of peace and quiet.
“Bleeding?” She brought her fingers to the area just above her right temple, and they came away with just a trace of red. Trust Clark Kent to exaggerate even a scratch.
Exactly. She’s bled more after she’d defeated that pipe-wielding goon last week. And nobody has stopped her from first writing up the story. Not even Perry complaining that she’d not be able to distinguish his red pen from all the blood she’s smeared over her copy.
“My washing machine…? No, it’s working.”
He also got a spare one stuffed into some corner somewhere in case the main one breaks.
“I’m going to tell you everything. But first, promise me you won’t think I’ve lost my mind.”
CLARK: so… you do not know that I’m Superman? But I still married you?
LOIS:
“You promised you wouldn’t say I’m crazy!”
“I didn’t say you were crazy!”
“You meant it!”
“I’m worried about your health!”
So, the flying aliens discounts accounts of time travel by a no longer deceased author?
Let alone that they’d be an advanced, intelligent life form that looked just like humans?
/Points at Lord Nor/
trying to ignore the heat, as well as the impression that her waist would later show burns in the exact shape of her partner’s hands.
Nope. Those brand marks are real.
“I see. It was that bad, huh?”
It’s just too funny!
“Superman came into our house. And hugged me and kissed me. He kissed me, even though I was a married woman! And took me to your — our bedroom and… and…
Um… something about boinking.
He even mocked you, made a joke about how y-you wouldn’t mind him… and I…”
*That’s* when he stops laughing?
It was, therefore, completely unexpected when, in the middle of all her drama and suffering, Clark began to laugh uproariously.
Nervous breakdown. Realized he could have met HGWells and gotten an autograph.
When had they become that kind of partners?
Very … beneficial partners?
“So you like me and in the future we’re husband and wife, huh?”
Does that count as Lois proposing to Clark?
“Betrayal! Adultery! Crime! I mean, not a crime — Family destruction! Earth to Clark, come in!”
Clark is just someone who’s willing to indulge his wife’s fantasies. It’s not like she’d begrudge him a blonde wig.
If he suggests an open relationship, I’m going to punch his face.
Not wanting to share him?
“I’m going to tell you everything. But first, promise me you won’t think I’ve lost my mind.”
To be fair, all he has to do is float. Or tell her the color of her underwear.
Very entertaining story. I don’t think I’ve seen this approach before
Michael
