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DAVID CORENSWET MAN OF TOMMOROW ANNOUNCEMENT WE ARE SO UP
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Novelty
superman | clark kent x fem!reader
Part 3
Summary: Superman never used to stop for reporters, until he met you
a/n: edited the formatting for the parts, but here's part 3!!!
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Typically, Fridays at the Daily Planet tend to be one of the most hectic days of the week, with journalists rushing submissions to Perry, editors making last-minute changes before the Monday publishing deadline, and finance begging other staff members to review their timecards before payday.
This Friday, however, the usual buzz and chaos of the bullpen is muted as most staffers tune into the Justice League Press Conference about the increased rates of villain attacks across the country. Set at the Hall of Justice, the cameras captured an impressive sight of the League and its members standing in unity with Metropolis PD, and other City PD heads, notably Commissioner Gordon from Gotham PD.
Your desk had become the unofficial watch station, with it being directly across from the biggest screen in the office. Jimmy, Lois, Cat, and Steve are all positioned in some precarious manner on your desk, Lois being closest to you, having scooted her chair next to yours.
Clark is noticeably absent from his desk, having been sent to cover the press conference as the Daily Planet’s representative.
The conference is blaring through the speakers of the TV, Batman and Superman having taken the lead in fielding questions, the rest of the League arrayed behind them like living statues.
You’re only watching half-heartedly, too focused on getting your Superman article to editing before the end of the day. You’re editor was going to kill you for turning it in this late, but you guys had a good rap, and you were hoping you could cash it in for after-hours editing before Monday. You would have to buy him a coffee as a thank you later.
Lois distracts you momentarily, nudging her elbow into your side to get your attention.
“I’m surprised you didn’t fight Clark for the field assignment.” She says conspiratorily, like she knows something you don’t.
You snort out a laugh, turning your attention back to your laptop screen as you answer her. “And get stuck in four o’clock Metropolis traffic? No thanks.” At this rate, Clark would be lucky if he made it back to the office before 6.
She keeps goading you, eyes widening in mock surprise. “Not even for your favorite blue boy scout?”
“Nope”, you say, popping the “P” sound for emphasis. “And he’s not my favorite.”
Though your statement is undercut when you immediately turn your attention to the screen at the voice of said Boy Scout.
You watch Superman move to the center of the podium as he speaks, an air of confidence and assuredness surrounding him.
“Let me be clear, He says, powerful voice booming through the TV speakers. “There is no reason, as of this moment, to suspect any foul play or outside interference; But if there is, Batman, the Justice League, and I are working tirelessly to investigate and coordinate to keep our cities safe. We’ll be working closely with our Local Police Department, following up on leads and continuing to be hypervigilant to any continued threats.”
You think back to your last interaction with the hero, as he continues, the conversation sparking in your memory. He had surprised you then, with his carefulness and attention to detail, and it was especially why this upcoming article had been so hard to write. It had been a complete change of pace from the usual diatribe you would write, reluctantly keeping the promise you’d made to him last week about the article’s content.
You’d let Lois read your first draft, and she’d become insufferable ever since, claiming you had finally given up on your crusade against the caped hero because of some imagined crush.
“Yknow,” she says, smiling into overly sugary brown liquid she calls coffee. “There’s a very thin line between love and hate.”
“Not this again,” you groan loudly, watching your coworkers begin to disperse from your desk, the press conference having concluded after Superman’s speech.
Lois walks away laughing, looking back as she calls to you, “Give it time, babe—you’ll dethrone Clark as Superman’s biggest fan.”
You’re about to retort when you catch a glimpse of the time on the office’s main clock- 4:20 PM. With the workday ending in forty minutes, you curse yourself for being distracted by Lois's antics. You internally wilt at the thought of having to stay overtime to finish your article; your only consolation being that you weren’t currently stuck in late afternoon metropolis traffic like another reporter you know, almost feeling sorry for how long it would take him to get back to the Planet.
So when one Clark Kent comes waltzing into the office no more than thirty minutes later, you’re more than a little shocked.
“How the hell are you back so fast?”, you remark, looking up from the blank page you’d been staring at for the last ten minutes.
Clark looks at you when he speaks, “I took the scenic route.” You see the amusement dancing in his eyes as he settles at his desk. “Nobody takes the scenic route anymore.”
Rolling your eyes, you look back at your laptop screen, making some attempt at refocusing on your article. At ten minutes before 5 PM, the bustle of the office has come back subdued as people start getting ready to head out for the weekend.
All your attempts to refocus are spoiled by your coworkers, gathering again in your section of the bullpen. Jimmy, Lois, Cat, and Steve have joined forces in an attempt to get you to go out for Friday night drinks with them.
“Sorry, guys, I can’t make it this Friday”, you say, attempting to pacify them with your best fake-disappointed face.
“That’s what you said last Friday,” Cat whines, grabbing your arm
“And the one before that”, Jimmy adds.
“And all the other ones too”, Steve finishes.
“Ok, well, this time, I actually have a valid reason,” you reply, gently pulling your arm out of Cat’s grasp.
Jimmy’s eyes narrow at you, pointing a finger accusingly, “So you didn’t have valid ones before?”
You grimace as you look at Lois, silently begging her with your eyes to help you out. As usual, she doesn’t.
“I’m starting to think you just don’t like us,” she teases, adjusting the purse in her grip.
“Guys, it's not like that,” you sigh, closing your laptop screen to face them better. It wasn’t like to didn’t like your coworkers. You liked them well enough, and you actually enjoyed coming in to work at the Planet, unlike the cloud of dreariness that always hung over the Gazette. But you were never really friends with your coworkers at your previous place of work, and you certainly never went out for drinks with them.
Everyone mostly stuck to themselves in Gotham, heads kept down as people clocked in, did their work, and clocked out at the end of the day. Metropolis and the Planet, however, were vastly different. You found yourself laughing at Jimmy’s corny jokes, sending quips back and forth across the bullpen with Lois, and quietly listening to Cat’s gushing about her next gossip column. Even you and Steve had bonded over how slow copy machine 4 operated when you both specifically needed to use it. At the Gazette, you’d never crossed that line, and you were struggling a bit with navigating it with your current coworkers friends now.
Surprisingly, it’s Clark that comes to your defense, speaking up from his desk positioned across from yours, “Guys, leave her alone. She’ll come to drinks when she’s ready.”
You give him a curt nod, thankful to have the attention off you as the group turns its attention to your other coworker.
“Don’t tell me you’re not coming either,” Jimmy groans, watching Clark pull out his laptop, standing up a moment to grab coffee from the machine.
“Sorry, boss, I have to put together my notes from the conference”, Clark responds, placing his mug down and resettling in his seat.
“I can’t believe this is how you guys wanna spend your Friday”, Cat retorts, having given up on convincing the pair of you to come.
“No rest for the wicked, Cat,” Clark jokes, powering up his laptop to get started.
“Well,” Lois sighs loudly, beginning to herd a reluctant Jimmy and Steve towards the exit, “Since you guys are soooo determined to work on this beautiful Friday night, we’ll let you guys get to it.”
“Bye, guys,” You call, laughing quietly at Lois and the group as they head out for the night.
When the office quiets, you look up at Clark, finding him already watching you through his thick frames.
“Thanks for the save”, you say reluctantly, still not quite sure not to make of Superman’s favorite reporter.
His smile is soft as he looks at you, shaking his head as he accepts your thanks. “Don’t mention it.”
You let the conversation end there and try to go back to your work, letting the silence of the office sharpen your focus.
After an hour, you’ve made some progress, still struggling to tie the front-end of the piece into the main message.
You look up from your screen to give yourself a break from the harsh light of the screen, the blinking cursor starting to taunt you again.
Your eyes catch on Clark again, now relaxed in the emptiness of the office.
You notice his loosened tie and rolled up sleeves, large arms straining against the material of his collared shirt.
You quickly look away, not wanting to be caught staring, and try your best to start writing again.
The next time you look up an hour later, Clark is still focused at his desk, pencil against his pink, bitten lips, as he checks his written notes from earlier in the day.
By this time, all your other coworkers have already cleared out of the office, leaving you and Clark alone in the bullpen.
This time, you let your stare linger, eyes roving over his tousled hair and crooked glasses. You find yourself wondering if he’s always been this attractive, having been too distracted by the Superman favoritism to pay his physical features any mind.
Feeling you staring, Clark slowly looks up from his screen and locks eyes with you. Without thinking, you duck down instantly, blush on your face now obscured by your laptop screen. Shaking yourself out of your trance, you opt to stand up and take a lap around the office, only returning to your desk once you’re sure you won’t start staring again.
It’s three hours in at this point, already 8 PM, and with being this close to finishing, you shoot off an email to your editor, claiming you would be done within the hour (optimistically). You put your head in your hands and groan, forgetting that you were sharing the quiet space of the office with another person.
Clark looks up from his laptop when he hears you, brows furrowing slightly in concern.
”You okay?, He asks, leaning back in his chair to see around the computer screen on his desk.
“No.” You mutter, lifting your head from your hands and giving him a close-lipped smile, “But I will be once this article is finished.” You finish, as you drag your hands down the side of your face.
It occurs to Clark that you're writing the Superman piece that you had interviewed him for the last time you’d spoken to him in costume.
Some morbid curiosity overcomes him as he feels the urge to see if you ended up keeping your promise. “Can I read it?”
You look up at him quickly, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “You, of all people, want to read Superman hate mail?” You retort, a coy smile playing on your lips.
Always so quick to be on defense, Clark thinks, but he plays the game with you and smiles back. “I have it on good authority that it’s not hate mail this time.” He replies calmly, still leaning back in his chair.
You snort, still looking at him as you debate whether to show him your article. “Don’t you have an article to be writing on the conference as well?”
“Oh, I finished that thirty minutes ago. I was waiting for you to finish.” He says casually, fiddling with the pencil in his hand.
Your face screws up in confusion. “What, why?”
He looks at you like you asked a silly question, head tilting as he replies. “It’s 8 PM. I’m not letting you walk home alone.”
“I-wha-.” You scramble for words at his statement, his honesty catching you completely off guard. None of your coworkers at the Gazette would’ve waited for you, especially when walking at night in Gotham was basically inviting trouble. Metropolis was safer at night, but the gesture still landed all the same.
Recovering quickly, your face turns drops slightly, pushing away the guilt that was quietly eating at you over your previous snap judgments of him.
“You didn’t have to do that, Clark.”
He shakes his head like it’s no big deal, hand coming up as if to wave your thanks away. “It’s no problem really, my Ma would kill me if I let you leave here alone anyway.”
“Okay, Smallville.” You tease, smile returning to your face.
“You should probably just head home, though. I still have a lot to finish.” You lie, not wanting him to wait on you any longer.
“Nope,” he says, making no moves to get up from his chair. “Besides, you still owe me a draft.”
You open your mouth to retort, but he’s quicker, “Cmon. You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.”
Before he can even process the double meaning to his statement, your smile widens into a Cheshire grin, laugh threatening to break out from your throat. “Was that an innuendo, Kansas?”
At your statement, the tips of Clark’s ears turn beet red, blush prominent on his cheeks as his lips fatten into a line, “I didn’t mean it like that!”
You laugh, almost feeling bad for teasing him. “Ok, Kansas, I’ll bite,” sighing dramatically, you grab your laptop and scoot over to his desk on your chair. “But you have to go first”.
Clark shakes his head like he knew it was coming, smile still on his lips as he opens his laptop.
He pulls up the draft of his article, immediately locking into reporter mode once the document is on screen.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about the uptick in villain attacks lately; who stands to gain from it.”
“Superman says they’re not connected. " You say as you lean in to briefly scan the article draft. When you’re done, you look back at him to see he’s already looking at you, the reduced distance doing nothing to dull its intensity.
“Do you think they are?” You ask, breaking eye contact to look back at his screen
Shaking out of his reverie, Clark pulls up his notepad to show you his physical notes. “I spoke to Superman and some of the other Justice League members afterwards. They’re following multiple leads, but the most likely one is LexCorp. Just no public announcement until there’s proof.”
“LexCorp.”You echo, gears turning in your brain already, “What exactly would a spoiled billionaire have to gain from the chaos?”
“I don’t know.” Clark looks back at you again, eyes catching yours in the dim light of the office. “But I’d like to find out.”
You tuck this piece of information away, already planning to do your own research later.
“This is good work, Idaho”, you comment, a small smile playing on his lips at the nickname.
“I can’t wait to read the article you write”, you say honestly, feeling yourself glow at the smile lighting up his face.
“Thank you”, he replies bashfully, hand coming up to rub behind his neck. He bites his lip as he looks at you again, smile becoming a little more playful. “You still gonna let me read yours?”
“A deal’s a deal”, you say noncomitally, smile on your face as you pull up your draft.
a/n sorry for the delayyy but i hope yall can forgive me with this long ass chapter mwah; all likes, comments and reblogs super appreciated!!
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