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super shy | clark kent

SUMMARY -> “i wanna tell you, but i’m super shy…” in which you’re trying your best to tell him you like him in your own quiet and shy way but clark kent is an oblivious fool when it comes to these things.

clark kent/superman x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> fluff

WARNINGS -> romcom vibes, secret crushes, slight slowburn, and mutual pining

WC -> 6.16k

a/n: superman… super shy… new jeans… yes? 🙂‍↕️

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enjoy !!

there’s always chaos in the daily planet.

some days are a mellow type of chaos. busy, yes, the daily planet journalists and reporters are always busy forwarding news for the entire city of metropolis. but when superman flies in and fights some unknown alien creature, evil people, or any sort of world disaster, there’s that overwhelming chaos in the bullpen. and here you sit behind your desk, everyone in the room would look up to the television screen with the live news on, whilst trying to work as superman seems to capture the spotlight again. this time, a sort of large creature is terrorizing the metropolis again, and superman is here to save the day as usual.

yet your attention is away from that, you were more eager to know where a certain someone is this morning.

clark’s desk is empty, from what you can see, two desks away from his. late as always. and at times like this, you imagine him stumbling through the busy streets, trying to get to work because he either woke up late or something else held him back to get to work. how he’d cutely and clumsily walk in here at last, tie and glasses askew, a slight furrow on his brows, and holding a tray of coffee. one for jimmy, lois, himself, and… you.

your heart just starts fluttering at the thought of him personally placing that hot cup of your go-to order on your desk. then muttering a small ‘good morning’ in a deep voice slightly close to your ear, and feeling his warmth radiating at your side. then you would shyly thank him for it.

clark kent was currently making you semi-crazy.

you don’t know how long you’ve had this little big schoolgirl crush on him. but who doesn’t? honestly, you don’t know why he doesn’t have a long line of people lining up, like jimmy, to date him. in your eyes, clark kent is the embodiment of a dream man. smart, kind, humble, handsome, tall… big, and cute. there’s a long list you could use to describe clark kent, and that’s how much you like him.

and if only you had the guts to ask him out, you honestly would. but that overwhelming shyness takes over, part of your lovely personality. you’d sometimes feel so embarrassed by how quiet and tiny your voice is when you two talk sometimes. even more embarrassing if everyone would see how you act so differently around him, but the good thing was that everyone knew you as this shy thing in the bullpen. a surprisingly rare trait for a journalist, but you do an excellent job in your work. the frequent front page headlines you have been writing are the evidence, almost close to clark’s victory streak.

your fingers tap impatiently on your desk, still staring at the empty desk, and patiently waiting. it’s disrupting the work you’re supposed to finish today. while the others were anticipating superman’s victory on the screen, you were looking at the opposite, anticipating something else. but luckily, you snapped out of your love haze, cheeks getting hot from embarrassment as you looked around to see if someone caught your awkward moment before getting back to the computer screen. but everyone was too busy to even notice you. suddenly, yells and shouts of praise for superman rang in the bullpen as the creature terrorizing metropolis was finally beaten down, and you sighed at yourself…

clark kent definitely is making you crazy.

a few minutes had passed, and the chaos had quieted down a bit. you were too busy to even look up at the tall, clumsy man speeding through rows of desks to get to his. and you were right in your daydream, his tie was askew, save for the glasses that were sitting perfectly on the bridge of his nose, hair messy, and holding a tray of coffee as jimmy greeted him.

“a little late than usual today.” jimmy teased as clark handed him his coffee. “thanks, man!” clark chuckled a bit at that, if he could guess, he was around 25-ish minutes late or more… he doesn’t wanna know honestly.

“yeah, sorry.” he says before handing lois’ coffee to her outstretched hand, busy with something as well, then muttering a ‘thank you’ before sipping it.

“my usual road got closed on the way.” he easily lied, and jimmy immediately rambled about him missing the news of superman fighting a giant monster a while ago. he entertained jimmy with that for a second before hastily walking towards you. you’re too engrossed staring at your monitor to notice him as the tall man places your coffee in front of you, and does his usual greeting.

“morning.” he smiles, voice gentle and soft with that deep baritone you fawn over. your heart picks up a beat as you look up to see clark. your mind wanders, curious to know how tall he is, how he almost towers everyone here.

“good morning.” you shyly replied, grabbing the coffee. “and thank you.” you held the coffee up to show him your appreciation then took a sip.

“busy morning?” clark asks, and you nod.

“the usual.” you laugh a bit, silently panicking inside on what else you could say to keep this conversation going, then abruptly end it with him walking back to his desk. you had to say something and make a change.

“congrats on your front page yesterday by the w-way.” you wince at your stutter, nerves getting to you.

clark doesn’t seem to notice how you avert your gaze from his.

“thank you!” he smiles sweetly, and you melt, forgetting what else you were going to say, but he’s stepping away now. your gaze looked like the epitome of yearning as you watched him go back to his desk. you feel a little disappointed in yourself at that. if you weren’t melting down every time he spoke to you, you could’ve asked him if he wanted to get lunch together later. but oh well, there’s always next time. you reassured yourself, not noticing some hidden eyes looking at you.

jimmy watched the scene unfold, shaking his head slightly, amused as clark sat on his desk at last. the smallville man acting all normal, not noticing the obvious signs of your crush on him, or maybe clark does notice… just not saying anything to make it awkward until you say something. jimmy kinda believes that one. clark’s an observant person, and he must have at least wondered about you.

“10 bucks i bet he knows she likes him.” he whispered to lois, knowing she’s watching as well.

“15 bucks i bet he doesn’t know at all.” lois challenged him, still busy reading the latest digs she found on lex luthor’s involvement with the boravian government.

“is that a challenge, miss lane?” jimmy turned to her, pumped up to win this bet.

“oh olsen, you’re on. because i’m always right.” lois scoffed. jimmy rolled his eyes, but was determined to prove lois wrong… for the first time. (he’s definitely going to lose. he knows it deep down, just in denial.)

“challenge accepted, then.”

・゜゜・．

the hours go by, and lunch rolls in quickly. your stomach grumbled, making you frown even more, still feeling a little down, and you haven’t packed a lunch today. your coffee’s gone. your fingers have stopped typing, and your brain has caught a dangerous case of writer’s block. just when you’re almost done thinking about what to write next, your mind decides to stop thinking. you groan, wanting to bang your head on the wall right now.

“lunch time.” lois spoke up, walking to you, hunched over, drowning in your quiet despair of any journalist’s worst hour. she smiles as she pats your shoulder, making you groan. “come on, my workaholic sphinx.”

“i-i just need to finish this-“ you reasoned, looking at lois with sad puppy dog eyes. she almost falls for it.

“don’t start. we are eating before finishing anything.” she scolded, gesturing for you to stand up.

“okay.” you quietly muttered. this was a common occurrence between you and lois. you grew close to her, having shared the same curiosities and fondness for each other’s works, and she has been there for you since the start.

“anything you craving?” lois asked.

you hum, thinking. “hm. pizza? you?”

“meh, noodles?”

“please stop eating instant noodles.” you begged, knowing her unhealthy diet of eating whatever is quick enough to cook and eat. and apparently quick enough to also make her sick. and the godly amount of sugar she’s been consuming in her coffee as well.

lois laughs. “okay, pizza it is.”

you nod in relief, and grabbed your wallet. your eyes instinctively glance to clark. he’s busy staring at his screen too, and you wonder if he has anything to eat.

should i ask him if he wants pizza? you ask yourself. maybe he has his own lunch. you suddenly thought, and maybe you should just ask him if also wants to get lunch anyway. what’s the harm with that? you think that’s a good idea, but once you’re almost at his desk with lois, you back down, feeling super shy all of a sudden. what if he doesn’t want to-

“hey, smallville.” lois suddenly spoke as you two stopped. you silently thank lois even if she ‘doesn’t’ know your small crush on him. clark immediately looks up, looking at the two of you. lois glanced at you for a moment, then at him, definitely fighting back the urge to smirk.

“wanna grab lunch? we’re grabbing pizza.”

“i would like pizza too.” jimmy says with a dramatic, sad tone.

“was going to ask you too.” lois replied before turning back to clark, raising her brows in question.

clark hesitates for a moment as he glances to you. nevertheless, he could eat something greasy and cheesy right now after fighting a giant galactic creature a while ago to replenish his stomach.

“pizza sounds good. antonio’s?” he asks, and you nod with a soft smile that’s infectious, he smiles back as well. jimmy’s saying something else in the background of ordering their calzones or whatever- he wonders what’s your favorite pizza there so he can take note of it next time.

“it’d be a crime to order pizza elsewhere, kent. of course antonio’s.” lois tuts, breaking the silent tension, and walks ahead with you trailing behind her.

“s-sure! just need to find my wallet.” clark clumsily stands up to catch up, patting his pockets, checking if he has his wallet, then confirms it’s there before rushing to catch up with jimmy by his side.

antonio’s pizzeria was across the street, but a few blocks down in the residential areas. it’s a little pizza shop, run by a family, which is a guaranteed spot where the pizza is phenomenal. the gentleman that he always is, he opens the door for all of you. the savory smell of baked dough, along with pepperonis and cheese, makes your mouth water.

the owner greeted all four of you, and lois took the initiative for small talk while you stared hungrily at the display of a freshly cooked pepperoni pizza behind the glass display.

“gosh, it always smells so good in here.” clark chimes in, standing beside you, and you nod in agreement.

“smells like heaven.” your mouth waters, thinking which flavor you’ll get.

“already picked your poison?” clark asks, and you look up to see him also hungrily eyeing the pizzas.

“maybe pepperoni, classic fave.” you shrugged, you weren’t picky. “or margarita…” you take the time to admire his side profile. glad you were actually talking to him. “what about you?”

“that’s a good question. i pick.. hmm-“ clark then glances up, as if he’s thinking deeply before glancing at you. “meat lovers or… hawaiian! and i’m sensing judgment right about now.”

you giggled, taking note of that. “i don’t judge, i promise-“ clark gives you a look. “okay, maybe a little… fruit on pizza is a crime, clark.”

he dramatically puts a hand over his chest. and you swoon over how cute he looks. “you’re breaking my heart here.”

your cheeks are getting warmer at that before cheekily teasing him back, just a little shy. “you’ll get over it.”

clark smiled back. “i might not. you have to tell me your prejudice against it.”

you two talk, a quiet banter of defending each other’s opinions about a controversial pizza flavor. jimmy slyly glanced again at the two of you having a moment. he looks at lois silently while she pays for her order, a look of ‘see what i’m seeing?’ and a little ‘i’m proving you wrong’ because clark somehow always makes small conversations with you. he must have known your crush on him! lois looks back at him, shaking her head, and still confident as ever with her bet.

“don’t get your hopes up.” she pats his shoulder, jimmy scoffed as he paid for his calzone at that.

you and clark are clueless about the silent feud happening. clark then insists you go ahead first, telling you that he’s stuck between getting mozzarella sticks or garlic knots along with his pizza. you nod, and went ahead. you wait for your order beside lois as clark finally makes up his mind. he tells the seemingly young cashier, who looks bored and tired, for a slice of meat lovers and garlic knots.

“out of sausage and ham right now, sir. that okay with you?” clark blinks, not fully understanding what the young boy said, but ultimately understands it quickly.

“so it’s just… a pepperoni pizza?” he asks, a little dumbfounded. the cashier guy just shrugs.

“we have bacon.”

“yeah, but that wouldn’t be meat lovers- it w-would just be, ‘ya know, pepperoni pizza with bacon.” he reasoned, very nicely at that. the cashier’s face remains passive.

“then, sir, would you like a pepperoni pizza instead of meat lovers?”

that got his irritation on the edge a bit how bored the cashier said it. and clearly they didn’t have meat lovers right now, so why even bother to tell him that- clark then just nodded, defeated. “i- sure, yeah, why not?”

lois snickers beside you, amused at the interaction. muttering something about teenagers these days, and clark being too kind to argue further. you just shake your head as clark looks in your direction with a defeated expression. then smiling once his gaze meets yours.

you’ll remember his pizza order now, hoping to rectify his favorite order on another day.

・゜゜・．

admiring clark from afar was the plan you told yourself numerous times. it was the logical way to do when you’re crushing on your attractive co-worker. but you also can’t help but think of the alternatives. you were fine, just yearning two cubicles apart… but sometimes fine isn’t fine. sometimes you just wanna tell him, and no one said that the indirect option wasn’t open, right?

days go by, you worked on the courage to make small changes in your situation with clark. like what you’re doing now as you slyly placed a takeout box on his desk before walking to yours. perry had just called him in his office, and lunchtime is right around the corner. your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you heard his footsteps. you quickly sat down, acting like nothing happened, and besides… the small token was just a ‘thank you’ for the numerous times he gave you coffee. totally not a cover-up!

clark sighs as he walks to his desk. perry had just given him his opinion on his latest work. and he was not impressed with what he came up with. maybe it was clark’s fault for asserting too much of his opinion on luthor corp, and on lex luthor. perry just told him to work on it more, and make it worthy to be read in a newspaper, and he’s expecting it to be done today.

he’s thinking of skipping lunch, maybe going heavy on dinner later, and focusing on revising his draft. not until a whiff of cheesy goodness catches his super smell. a takeout box with a sticky note catches his attention. it’s on his desk, and he stupidly thought somebody might have accidentally placed it there until he read the note.

my thanks for the coffees! and don’t skip lunch if you’re thinking about it. : )

and signed by you. he chuckled, how generous you are as he opened it. pizza from antonio’s, a meat lovers slice with an actual variety of meat toppings, and… oh? he’s amused seeing a slice of hawaiian in there as well. he looks over to see you focused on the screen. his mood lightens as he sits down, taking a bite as he works on his draft. definitely thinking what else he could pay you back for this.

out of the corner of your eye, when you saw his tired face light up that moment, you knew you had to continue on with these small gestures you can do without hinting too much of your feelings for him. deep down, you knew you were holding yourself back, but what’s wrong with doing it in your own way anyway?

and so began the back-and-forth ‘kind gestures’ you and clark have been doing to each other. and in all honesty, you could genuinely tell that clark hadn’t gotten the memo yet.

after the frequent coffees and lunch drops on your desks, you worked up the courage to ask him for his opinion on something you’ve been working on… numerous times. and he should have been a little skeptical, knowing you were close to lois, and who you could have easily gone to rather than him. but you guessed it was in his kind nature to help you in anything.

but this time, you had the intention of asking what he thought of your working article on the famous superhero that just saved the city again a few hours ago. you knew he was the only one who could interview superman in the flesh. and you can’t help but be curious how he does it as clark reads your work right now, hunched over you, and focused on your screen. he really didn’t need to come over to your desk (you definitely did not intend it) and stand close to you.

his cologne overwhelms your nose. his body heat beside your shoulder, and his shadow looming over your figure make you feel warm and fuzzy. like a big old blanket, a good-looking blanket at that. your heart beats loudly, and you wonder if he can hear it in this close proximity. you blame the caffeine for the added jitters as you finally ask him something.

“how come superman always agrees to talk with you?” you ask softly. clark then stops for a moment from reading and shrugs.

“favoritism or i’m just his best friend.” he joked.

“so both?” you laughed. “come on, there must be something you do to make him trust you. i need tips so i can finally interview him. ‘ya know… charm him over like you do.”

clark shakes his head as he looks at you. when he turns his face toward you, you swear you could almost touch noses. your fingers nervously tapping against your lap, trying to calm yourself, how close clark is.

“you don’t need tips from me…” he adjusted his glasses. “i’m sure he very much would be delighted to talk with y-you.” he awkwardly smiled, and you hold your breath as he lets the moment linger before turning back to the screen.

“h-how do you know that?” you stuttered, heat covering your cheeks.

“‘cause i’ll tell him about you next time i see him.” he confidently said. “and because i’m such a good charmer as you said.”

you giggled. “okay, no need to rub it in my face, kent.” you hear him chuckle, and your smile doesn’t falter. “i appreciate it though. i owe you one.”

“pay me back with your opinion on my draft, then?”

“sure.”

・゜゜・．

you were not sure whether clark fully noticed how you were only doing this to him. the small talks, asking for his help all the time, frequently asking for his opinions as well, and so much more that anyone could have noticed something. still, it was nice getting closer to him even though you were still shy around him. and maybe, you thought sadly, clark just really sees you as his friend. you didn’t want to assume the attentiveness he’s been giving you was something… or maybe a something. while it could be true, you wished maybe you should’ve just gone the easier route of asking him out. the route that everyone would have done in the first place, rather than letting your shyness take over, and testing if he felt the same or knew your feelings for him.

it’s a bit disappointing really…for wanting more. when in reality, you’re holding yourself back from opening up for more.

and now you’re contemplating whether to just ask clark on a date or completely let this go. rejection was something you fear if you asked him. and you feared the outcome of it. clark would be all awkward around you… still nice, but not like before if he said no. although some people would suggest facing that bridge is the best way of getting it over with your big feelings, but at the cost of risking your closeness with him? you’d rather just let your crush on him linger until you can move on.

and truth be told, you know deep down your feelings for him will never go away. even if it isn’t just as big right now. but for now, you just want to dance in the small moments you have with him.

“i need your opinion.” clark starts as you two stand beside each other in a small coffee shop, waiting in line. while jimmy and lois are sitting outside, waiting for you two.

“y-yeah?” you turn to him. there’s a look of momentary hesitation on clark’s face as he fiddled with his wonky and loose tie.

“in another perspective… of superman.” he gulped, and you listen. “i’m curious to know another’s opinion on him. not just- you know, all the serious business, but m-more of a…” he’s trying to find the right words without sounding too personal.

“human perspective? what do I think of him as a person?” you guessed.

“yeah! yeah, yeah.” clark excitedly nods. “it’s just… i’ve been thinking of writing that topic for a while. just really never had, um, someone in mind to ask. so, i hope you don’t mind…”

you’re a little giddy that clark thought of you first for his topic. “clark, i don’t m-mind. i think that’s a good topic to discuss.”

“cool! thank you. it’s just one, two, or more questions, something that covers all.” clark pulls his phone out, ready to record your segment.

“you sure you want to ask me in a busy cafe?” you giggle, and clark blushed.

“right, right- sorry, got ahead of myself.” he awkwardly chuckled. he then looked at you with a sweet, small smile. “you’re very patient with me, huh?”

you blink, not sure what he meant, and he seemed to notice that as he shrugged.

“it’s just that people usually think i get overly intense when it comes to our guy in blue.” he’s embarrassed; he is talking about himself.

“hm, not intense. passionate.” you mindlessly tell him, looking at the menu, and averting his gaze out of habit. “i think… others are just jealous you’re the only one who gets to see and understand him, and you care what he does. that’s something…”

clark went silent at that, studying you and your quiet way of assuring him. there’s a tense silence as you finally glance at him again. there’s something else you wish to say on the tip of your tongue.

that you like him for the way that he is.

and how much you want him.

but as always, you deflate back as you look away again.

“that’s a new way for me to think about that… thank you.” clark breaks the silence. “coffee’s on me.”

you shake your head all the sudden, this habit of his on gifting. “clark, i got it, thank you though-“

screams suddenly erupted from outside. the ground shook, and you gasp as the lights above started swaying. people inside the cafe froze as they held on to their coffees and belongings. clark’s hearing picks up something, and the way the crowd’s dispersing outside the cafe meant trouble was brewing.

“clark-“ you’re about to ask what was going on, but another seismic wave hit the cafe which caused the lights to flicker, and people yelped in fear. clark’s hand immediately gripped you softly on your side, steadying you. his expression turned serious, focusing on what he’s sensing yet it’s broken as you break away from his hold.

“lois? jimmy?” you call out to them, hastily walking outside. fearful for their safety.

“w-wait!” clark calls out to you, rushing to catch up. you’re relieved to see them both still there, just shaken like you, as lois immediately went towards you. clark’s super senses alerted him immediately once he stood outside.

“you okay?” she asks, and you nod. “what the hell was that…”

“hey guys…” jimmy called out, pointing somewhere, and making all your heads turn there. there was something happening a few blocks away, something big emerged from the corner of a building, and you all collectively gasped. another kaiju. clark immediately sprang into action as he ushered the three of you inside the building, as more people ran towards your direction to get away from the thing.

“inside! let’s go!” he told the people outside the cafe as well. the crowd grew larger, a sea of people trying to get away. you’re squished between lois and jimmy trying to get into the cafe. some frantic people shut the door immediately as screams outside grew louder. you’re relieved that you’re inside, yet your eyes immediately went wide, realizing clark was nowhere to be found in the cafe.

“oh my god-“ you panicked to lois. “w-where’s clark?”

jimmy and lois looked around, surprised as well that the big man was nowhere to be found.

“jimmy, did clark get inside?” you frantically asked jimmy, who’s clutching his bag.

“shit- i don’t know! i got squished in too.” something immediately clicked in you. lois eyes widened, realizing what you’re about to do based on your expression.

you pushed around, trying to get out, and ignoring lois’ frantic words that you shouldn’t go out. all you could think was clark was outside, probably lost in the crowd that formed, and you’re scared he might get hurt or worse. you didn’t want to think of the worst as you finally got out. jimmy and lois are trailing behind you.

“get inside now!” lois yelled to you by the door as you looked around, trying your best to spot the tall man with black curly hair. your heart lurched when you couldn’t see him. people then screamed even louder as the large creature was bashing the buildings, and flipping everything in its way. and from what you can see at a distance, a familiar red and blue color was circling it. but that didn’t matter now, all you could think of was clark, and where he was.

“clark!?” you shouted, worry etched in your voice. lois and jimmy’s shouts merely rang in the background as you pushed forward from the crowd that’s going opposite from you. in your worried haze, you’re forgetting that the large creature might literally collapse any second once superman punched the living shit out of it where you’re standing alone.

a dark shadow looming over you was the clear indicator as you look up. you stumbled backwards, seeing the rapid descent of the body. you know you couldn’t outrun it, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to get back inside the cafe. a flash of fear grips you in place as you instinctively hold your arms up your face, shielding yourself from the incoming impact you’re expecting to be quick if you’re squished by the large monster.

“lois!” jimmy panicked as he grabbed onto lois who was trying to get to you. not until…

“oh my fuck!” you cursed out when you felt your feet leave the ground in such incredible speed. you quickly gripped whoever shoulders just lifted you off the ground as you watched the large body collapse on the round in front of the cafe you were just standing on. you hoped no one was injured as you saw lois small figure looking up from where you are.

and it hits you all of a sudden.

“are you alright, miss?” the deep baritone of his voice reminds you of clark. you’re hovering in the air, in superman’s arms, and you’re still thinking of clark.

“i-“ you calmed yourself for a moment, it was overwhelming to process what just happened, and now superman is talking to you. his expression falters, worry plastered across his face at your lack of answer.

“i-i’m okay… thank you.” you sigh out, and he nods. the gentle arm wrapped around your waist astonishes you, how easy you are in his arms. like a feather in his hands.

“almost lost you there.” he humors, and everything suddenly crashes as you look down, trying to find someone as he observes you.

your brows furrow, trying your best not to cry in front of superman. clark senses your distress. he then flies the two of you on a rooftop. he guides you to safely land on your feet. you hold on to his hand as you touch the ground at last. your fingers brushed against each other as you let go first, not noticing how he clenched his fist afterwards, as if he’s memorizing the touch of your palm.

“h-have you seen clark? he didn’t get in- i-i need to find him. what if he’s…” you suddenly ask him, trembling. his eyes softened as he understood the distress now.

“he’s alright, ma’am. i can assure you.” his words of assurance calmed you a bit as you nod.

“thank you- again.” you tell him with such sincerity.

there’s a quiet moment after that between the two of you. like a comforting and familiar feeling as you bask in the image of superman. but the moment is broken as he looks at the scene below, and you know he needs to go.

“it was nice meeting you.” you tell him, shyly. he nodded, taking a moment to look at you one last time as superman.

“likewise, ma’am. be safe.” he flies off, and you watch in amazement at that. you take the time to calm down a bit, your heart still beating loudly, and adrenaline pumping in your veins. although the peace is ruined when the door on the rooftop slams open. lois and jimmy seemed to have ran up here.

“super-“ lois heaved, breathing uncontrollably from the amount of stairs they’ve just climbed to get to you. “-man. superman and you!”

you rush over to her but she beats you to it with a bear hug. while jimmy is catching his breath by the door, his camera slung over his neck. you could feel lois soften as she breaks the hug to cup your cheeks, and checking you from head to toe. you’re about to tell her you’re fine but she shushes you.

“that was the stupidest thing you have ever done.” she scolded, and you silently nod. letting her fuss over you as she mumbles about what could’ve happened if superman wasn’t there. that you could’ve been squished, and she doesn’t know what to do without you.

“she almost punched me for saving her, can you believe it?” jimmy chimes in as he takes pictures of the massive unconscious creature from the ledge. a great angle, he said.

“that’s because you were holding me back from pulling her in.” lois rolled her eyes. “i’d rather get squished together anyway, but he ruined it.”

“lois.” you laughed, flattered as she smiled back.

“is clark…?” lois asked, hesitant.

“superman said he’s safe. i just don’t know where he could be- i forgot to ask.” you grumbled at yourself. you hadn’t even think to ask the man of the hour where clark might be due to being a little starstruck and frantic at the same time. lois’ expression seemed skeptical, because how did superman know he’s safe? but nonetheless, she reassured you clark’s fine if superman said so himself.

“i’m sure he’ll turn up. kent has a habit of disappearing. but you know, it’s strange that coincidentally, superman and clark-“ before lois could finish, the door opens again, and all heads turn to there. clark stumbled out, adjusting his glasses as you physically felt the wave of relief hitting your entire body. your eyes met with clark’s instantly, and he’s the first to speak.

“h-hey, i just saw you get flown up here- oh!” you rush over to him and hug him tightly as his hands grip your waist, surprised. lois backs away, opting to stand beside jimmy, wiggling his brows, as she pokes the other man to turn the other way to give you two some privacy. clark feels tense, how close you are. but he softens and gently reciprocates the hug.

“sorry, i got lost in the crowd…” he reasoned, knowing you were stressed when he disappeared for a moment. you didn’t say anything at that, and he’s slightly worried again. ��y-you okay? i mean, you got to tell me about superman and you-“

“don’t do that to me again.” you said, visibly upset, your voice tiny and shaking a bit. you pull away from him as clark sees visible tears running down your cheeks. he feels guilty all of a sudden.

“h-hey, i’m sorry, yeah- that was stupid of me, really stupid. i’m sorry, don’t cry-“ he fumbled, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle seeing him so distraught at your behalf. but you cried even harder, the thought of him getting lost and maybe squished by the monster’s body, wrecking you. that you haven’t even told him that you want him.

“i really thought you got squished, clark!” you wiped your tears hastily. “a-and- i couldn’t find you anywhere! and i was thinking, what if you tripped in the crowd, and you couldn’t get up. then maybe you got squished when that giant thing f-fell-“

he stays quiet, hearing your rant. his own heart fluttering realizing how much you care for him.

“…then i realized that i haven’t even told you that i l-like you before you disappeared, and maybe got squished!” you finally calmed down, then your eyes widened at what you just said. clark’s silence suddenly scares you as you look away from him.

“…you like me?” clark sounds stunned. you don’t know what to say, but clark steps closer, and you finally look at him again.

“yes.” you whispered, uncertain where this could lead. he melts inside at that single word of confirmation.

“that’s- w-wow.” he’s nervous now, flustered.

“you really like me?” he’s convinced this is a dream, and you raise a brow at his confusion.

“yes.” you’re nervous now too. “it’s ok if you don’t…” you tried to dismiss it, but clark shakes his head.

“i thought i was the only one crushing over here.” he suddenly says, and your heart skips a beat at that. is that true? you worry this might be all in your head, but clark looks absolutely real right now as he stares into your eyes. he’s leaning in now, and you’re looking at his lips, breaths mingling, and heartbeats synchronizing. you tiptoe up as his lips finally brush against yours-

“i win!” lois whispered-yelled at jimmy, who groaned in defeat, head down as he shook his head. clark and you turn your heads at that.

lois claps a hand over her mouth. she then ushers jimmy to come with her. “sorry. we’ll leave. continue, please.” she winks at you, and you embarrassingly hide your face against clark’s chest. jimmy then turned around to the two of you, looking at clark with such disappointment.

“i had faith in you, clark. i really did, buddy.” he pats his shoulder as lois chuckled, pocketing the money jimmy just gave her. clark looks confused as jimmy walks away.

“faith in me-?” he mumbles to himself what jimmy meant. “what?”

lois answered for him as they neared the exit.

“we bet on you two, and you’re an oblivious fool!”

clark genuinely seems offended at that. “that’s-“

you laughed, making clark forget whatever retort he was going to say. it was true, though. but was he really…?

“i’m not that oblivious… am i?”

“just kiss me, clark.”

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