Kiss, Marry, Kill and Clark
cw: fluff and then sad (?) ending, mentions of alcohol, being drunk, mention of wanting to kill lex luthor, not proofread
a/n: idk i dont feel like being happy
You’re not sure how anything could’ve led up to this moment. Jimmy cornered you, making all eyes in the room stare, waiting for an answer.
“Kiss, Marry, Kill. Clark, Lex, Perry.”
Like, who would even ask that?
You only remember getting drunk at the New Years party at Jimmy’s place. Half the office was invited, and everyone was squeezing in everywhere. You yourself were almost sitting on Clark Kent’s lap.
He lets out a small breath, not looking at you. His head was down, fingers fiddling with each other.
It was known he had a small crush on you, and you to him. Known to everyone in the office but the both of you.
“Obliviously in love,” they’d call you.
You wait it out, trying to delay your answer. If you weren’t so drunk, maybe you’d headbutt Jimmy. But you’d probably drop to the floor as soon as you stood. Just being awake felt too heavy on your existence.
“We’re waiting.” Steve calls out, bringing you back to the present. Even Lois is staring at you with a smirk, curious.
“Well, obviously I’d kill Lex.” You mumble, words feeling a bit too slippery as they leave your lips.
“I.. I dunno. K-Kiss Perry.” Continuing, earning a few hoots from the room. It was gross, but you’d rather not marry the man.
You can hear Clark’s breath hitch just slightly, warmth practically emanating from his spot beside you.
“And Clark?” Jimmy presses, a devilish smile on his face, strands of hair falling over his eyes as he leaned towards you.
A small sound slips from your mouth. You glance at Clark, not exactly sure what you’re hoping to see.
His face is flushed, messy black curls sitting just nicely on his head. His glasses are falling down the bridge of his nose, and his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth.
“Well, marry Clark.” You mumble softly, turning your head away.
Sounds of excitement echo through the living room, whoops for Clark for no actual reason. It’s just a game. You didn’t have any other choice!
And yet, it feels a bit nice when everyone is leaving, you and Clark are the only ones in the living room. Everyone else is cleaning up in the kitchen, and it’s comfortably quiet.
The warmth from the room, and Clark makes everything feel like a nostalgic dream, strewn between soft memories and the presence of love.
“Would you really marry me?” He asks quietly, filling the air with curiosity. Confliction plagues your mind, and the question feels too sudden.
Of course, you liked him, but to marry him?
Isn’t it a bit of a leap?
Maybe after dating—you don’t even know what he’s like while being in a relationship!
“I-I’m not asking you to marry me, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
You almost let out a sigh of relief, but stop yourself. “I mean, I’d rather not marry Lex or Perry…” You hum, looking at him.
He chuckles quietly, nodding along. “Yeah.”
“Yeah.” There’s only silence that follows.
Though there aren’t any words being spoken, you could read everything he wanted to say from his body.
His hands were fidgeting with the loose cotton shirt he had on, his posture a bit too stiff. His cheeks were a soft pink, his teeth gnawing at the skin on his lips.
His hands move to his sides, fingers inching dangerously close to where yours are.
“I think I should get going.” Standing up suddenly, you grab your jacket and head to the door. You don’t look back. You can’t.
Because if you did, you know you’d be met with that pitifully sad face of his. And you know you’d turn right back and stay with him and hold his hand.
So you leave without another word.
