#clarkjimmy

[lodinsxnl]

And they were roommates 😵‍💫🏳️‍🌈

[jkaart]

Superman: Are you OK, Jim?

Jimmy, buried in Superman's obscenely large pecs: Let me have this Kal. Please.

[spacemomwrites]

the reporter & the camera man | clark/jimmy

Jimmy was late to work -  again. It didn’t help that he was without a car, and so every time he rolled out of bed 30 minutes after he’d actually planned to, he was forced to bike to the office in a frenzy and arrive looking like he’d been through a wind storm. As he rode the elevator up to the Daily Planet’s 15th floor (the photography department, conveniently located in the middle of the building), he tried in vain to hand-tame his hair. His tie was also askew - barely even tied, thrown on over a winkled blue shirt, a cardigan over top of it all. He liked the comfortable, slightly-nerdy style. It worked for him. Well, when he didn’t look like he’d slept in his clothes anyway.

He burst out of the elevator and managed to barrel straight into a - very firm - chest. “Oh, shit - sorry!” Jimmy looked up, his eyes traveling to meet Clark’s very blue ones, hidden behind thick black glasses. “Clark - sorry - I’m just. I am very late.” He laughed, nervously, puling back his hand when he realized it was on his friend’s arm. “So, what are you doing on the photography floor?”