i love; lipstick, converse, sketching, coffee, lotso, the sun n sunshine, exclamation marks, notebooks, ladybugs, strawberry
movies n shows; harry potter, marauders, marvel, to all the boys, brooklyn nine nine, gilmore girls, the hunger games, toy story, the summer i turned pretty
music; shawn mendes, gracie abrams, olivia rodrigo, conan gray, sombr, taylor swift, tv girl, one direction, chappell roan, radiohead, harry styles, abba, mitski, alex g, mac demarco
tags; #harankash, i just yap about a guy, he's kinda of an asshole really
summary: the new intern naively asks where clark got his mug.
pairing: you guessed it, husband!clark kent x wife!fem!reader (you’re not in this but referenced of course!)
word count: 1.1k
content: clark giving everyone a headache talking about his wife. that’s about it, maybe some cussing lmao. inspired by two tiktoks i saw!
a/n: i’m plagued with the need to write for him. last of the drafts! maternity leave does wonders.
Daily Planet was just as intimidating in its interior, as well as its exterior. For a fresh new intern, the high ceilings, smoke lined rooms and frantic clacking of keyboards matched with papers being crumpled and tossed aside; it was severely nerve-wracking to step foot into such a business.
Luca, the intern, dressed in his best hand-me-down suit from his eldest brother, a tie he may have stolen from Chaney’s and a briefcase with one piece of paper enclosed within, stood at the doorway into the bullpen of Daily Planet. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, feeling rather like a small fish in a big pond with some of the best journalists in Metropolis within reach.
He almost turned on his heel.
It was either Daily Planet or Luthorcorp.
As he contemplated a quiet escape, — he’d tell his mom he got the date wrong — a taller body possibly made by steel, bumped into the back of him.
Luca let out an ‘Oof!’ but was caught by the steel-made man.
“Gosh, I am so sorry.” The male apologised with sincerity, wide-eyes behind glasses that had slipped down the bridge of his nose, pale pink tie slightly askew with glittery lip gloss caught on the side of his mouth. He had his phone lodged between his ear and his shoulder, “Are you OK? No—Honey, I wasn’t talking to you. I’m going to go now. No, again, I didn’t forget my glasses.”
Luca furrowed his brow and brushed down his brother’s brown tweed suit whilst the male bid his goodbyes on the phone.
“I’m sorry. You must be Luca, the intern? I’m Clark. Clark Kent.” He held out a hand for Luca to shake.
As Luca slipped his hand into Clark’s, another voice called from behind them, “Or you could call him Whipped!”
Clark blew hot air out of his nose, “That’s Steve. He hates his wife. Hates that I love mine.”
“OK…” Luca wasn’t sure what to respond for that.
Clark felt the radiating awkwardness and diverted their attention to the bullpen with a one-handed gesture and a tight-lipped smile. He walked with Luca, not to make him feel scarce on entering the Lion’s Den. After all, Perry White had assigned Clark Kent to show Luca the ropes for the few weeks he would be shadowing the Daily Planet crew.
Lois whizzed past them, waistcoat fitted with a notepad in one hand and a coffee in the other. She dropped into her seat and stared at Clark and Luca with an unreadable expression before standing up and extending a hand out to Luca whilst Clark set up his desk.
“Lois Lane.” She offered a smile.
“Luca.”
“Welcome. Hope Kent doesn’t bore your eyes too much with his writing skills.” Lois teased and sat back down without another word.
Another voice, “Or bore your ears off talking about his wife.” Luca turned to see another male. A relatively attractive male at that, leaning back in his desk chair. He gave a two fingered salute, “Jimmy Olsen.”
Clark stood next to Luca.
“Ha. Ha.”
Jimmy grinned.
“Luca, you’ll be with me for most of your time here. Feel free to put your two-cents in on my articles. I’m always up for critique." Clark seemed genuine with his honesty, gesturing for Luca to sit next to him on a chair he pulled up.
The two men spent an eternity editing and re-editing, totally scrapping and staring harshly at Clark Kent’s screen for four hours. It seemed as if Clark took the position of being one of the only people to ever snag an interview with the elusive and controversial, Superman. Every word to weave into a sentence was thought out for five minutes. It was a delicate piece of writing, Luca thought.
Or, Clark was just a perfectionist with luck.
Luca’s eyes began to drift away from the screen and onto the items on Clark’s desk. A cup filled with pens missing their caps, a nearly depleted sticky-note stack and a framed photo of a woman, he could only assume was Clark’s wife.
Sweet. Don’t ask about her.
He watched Clark mumble against his coffee mug. A unique looking thing. Looked a little battered — intentionally? — with hand painted flowers and a large handle so Clark could fit his fingers through it comfortably.
“Where did you get your mug?"
The bullpen groaned.
Clark guffawed, fingertips smoothed down his pink tie until the pads of his fingers reached the initial etched into the tip of the tie by Ma Kent. It was the initial of your first name.
Albeit confused by the visceral reaction from those surrounded, Luca blinked at the pink tinge spread across Clark Kent’s cheeks as nose and supposed it was a taboo subject.
Shit, he was so wrong.
“Thank you for asking.” Clark sipped the dregs of the coffee and kissed his teeth, “My wife and I — married one year and three months — went on a pottery date night…We had the idea to make mugs as my wife likes her coffee in homemade mugs. So, I found this little pottery studio just four blocks from here and took her on a surprise date after work.”
Luca bit the inside of his cheek.
Clark continued, “Anyway, she asked what idea I had for my mug. I’m quite particular in design but, a little backstory for you, Luca—”
Luca side-eyed Jimmy Olsen who slowly nodded and mouthed: ‘Good job.’
He felt his ears get hot.
“—I proposed to my wife over coffee one morning. She had said before, I’d marry you over a cup of coffee. No grandeur, just us. So, I did exactly that.” Clark beamed at the memory, “Back on track, sometimes I don’t have time to have coffee with her in the morning, so, I decided to have her press her hands just ever so gently around the mug I had made, before it went in the Kiln, so her handprint was moulded into my mug. And, I could have coffee with her whenever and wherever I am.”
Luca almost missed his queue to drop back into reality with Clark blinking at him, awaiting a response. He straightened his posture and cleared his throat; vigorously nodding his head as if he hadn’t started thinking about his lunch halfway through Clark’s story.
He gave a thumbs up.
Clark grinned.
Without another word shared between them, Clark turned back to his computer screen, his nose almost touching the screen to read over his carefully curated interview with Superman after he lost a fight in public. A little convenient, Luca thought, but he was too new to ask those types of questions.
Luca’s eyes dropped to Clark’s tie. A nice shade of pink. He had been looking for one similar for his internship.
“Hey—” He started, “Where did you happen to get that tie?”
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