If you know me, you know how much the Daily Planet Lego set coming out next year is going to mean to me. Lois Lane is the reason I felt secure in my choice to be a journalist and I can’t wait!!! I hope I get the set around my 20th or for that Christmas eeekkkkkkk
Summary - After winning a Pulitzer Prize, Clark Kent reluctantly agrees to a magazine photoshoot—only to discover the entire city is finally noticing the man behind the glasses and just how attractive he is...
Warnings - Fluff, lil insecure!Clark | WC: 626
A/N: Drooling, I've never seen anything more perfect than David in this photoshoot, so I had to make a fic.
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Imagine... Clark Kent just won the Pulitzer Prize, being nominated for photoshoots across the city. Despite being shy, he agreed. He could put on the Superman confidence under one condition: as long as his glasses stayed on.
The camera clicked relentlessly as Clark sat with his legs stretched comfortably apart, tie loosened, and suit jacket unbuttoned. He offered the photographer a smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Less tense, Mr. Kent." The photographer corrected, her eyes focused in on the camera, another flash lighting up the area. You stood on the sidelines as he tried his best to pose, not all that good with getting his photos done. A small giggle broke from your lips ,and he shook his head, a natural smile finally breaking free.
The camera snapped again and Clark's head tunred back toward the lens. Under the bright studio lights, his eyes looked impossibly blue. The neatly trimmed beard he’d grown for the shoot softened his jaw just enough to make him look older—more rugged than the shy reporter who left socks on the bedroom floor and forgot where he’d set his phone multiple times a day. His hands rested on his beefy thighs, falling open politely, making him delicious. People wouldn’t see Superman, they’d see Clark Kent. The quiet reporter with messy curls, crooked smiles, and ink-stained fingers.
You couldn’t believe he was all yours.
A serious expression, and the camera snapped again. "Perfect. I think we have some good ones. Let me go get my boss first, then you'll be free to go." The woman gave a smile, stepping out of the room. He got up, fixing his suit jacket and giving you a giddy smile. "Did I do okay? I wasn’t too awkward, was I? I've never had my picture taken like that... well, not as Clark." You knew what he meant. People only photographed Superman, not Clark Kent. But today, that changed. You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips, leaving a lip gloss stain on his lips.
"You did more than okay; half the city is going to fall in love with those pictures." Your hand went up to run over his chin, your eyes full of admiration. "Well… I guess I can shave this now." His voice was low and quiet, hand running over his facial hair. "Already? I like it." Clark laughed, shaking his head. "Do you? Well, wouldn't it be suspicious if Superman and I started growing a very similar beard at the same time?" Your shoulders sagged, and you made a faux display of disappointment, a small groan leaving your lips. “Just for a few more hours?” You make an effort to mumble something dirty into his ear, making his ears burn. His thumb runs over your cheek, eyes gazing into yours. “Sure, sweetheart.”
The article was released within the week. You both walked hand in hand into work that morning; co-workers gave him applause and pats on the back for getting the magazine. Once plopping down at his desk, Cat made an effort to raise her eyebrows at Clark. “Didn’t know you cleaned up this well, Kansas.” He hadn’t even seen the pictures yet, looking up at her with a furrowed brow. “What?” She smirked, tossing the magazine on his desk. “Look for yourself.” Walking away to chat someone else up, leaving his face staring back at him from the front cover. “Told you you did good…” You mumbled into his curls before walking back to your desk.
He stared at his photo for a minute, Pulitzer Prize in bold above his head. He hadn’t really looked at himself in a long time, spending so much time hiding under that suit jacket and slouched posture. Clark hardly recognized himself; pride fluttered in his chest as he tucked it away into his desk drawer, making a mental note to mail it to Ma.
Metropolis had finally noticed Clark Kent; just imagine the reactions online…
