Warnings: some swearing, fluff, kissing, mentions of smoking and mild suggestiveness if you squint. Not proofread!
A.N: Just a wholesome Jimmy moment 🥹
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When Jimmy was promoted off the back of publishing about the whole Lex Luthor fiasco, he wore it like a badge of honour. Each morning he came into the bullpen with a pep in his step, ready to embrace a new day and another story.
From the corner of his eye he would catch the camera sat by the corner of his desk. Untouched, gathering dust.
He enjoyed being a photojournalist but he really loved writing and gathering quotes, using them in a piece bearing his name on freshly printed papers.
He looked up hearing Lois grumble as she forcibly pressed the delete key, trying to write an article. “I’m never gonna get this done,” she said placing her head in her hands. “Now I’ve got this article Perry wants me to heed and tying to find the time to get photos-”
“Photos?” Jimmy piped up hearing the word. Lois looked up to find him practically throwing himself over the partition that separated her desk from his. “You need photos? I can get you photos.”
She raised a brow “Jimmy, you don’t take the photos any more you write about them.” Lois shook her head whist reminding him and went back to writing her article. “Besides, we have our photographer now. I’ll just text-“
“Who?” He asked, cutting her off again.
She let out an amused snort “Are you an owl now?” Jimmy rolled his eyes at her jesting. “I’m just messin’ with ya.” She waved and grabbed her phone. “It’s Y/N, she was picked by Perry.”
Jimmy’s face scrunched together “Y/N? His assistant? Why?”
Lois shrugged a shoulder “You’d have to ask him that I’m afraid. But she does take a great photo.” Jimmy slowly narrowed his eyes at the woman who was typing and suddenly stopped when she realised what she said. Her fingers froze over the keyboard and her eyes snapped to the unamused man. “Not that you didn’t!” She sheepishly admitted “You’ve get a better job now anyway! Onto bigger things! Writing is your true calling!”
Lois tried to frantically backpedal on her comments, Jimmy slowly sat back down in his chair, an almost deflated look on his face.
Perry came bursting from his office “Lane! Where are we up to with the suspected laundering story?” He boomed from across the room.
Lois sighed as he approached, seeing the documents on her desk that she didn’t have the chance to look at since she was swamped with other stories.
“Perry, I just need a couple of days I’m trying to finish-”
“I need this one Lane, I already got others on his thing…” he grovelled.
Lois looked up and saw Jimmy, an idea sprung to mind. “I’m happy for Jimmy to take this one, chief.” She had more than enough front page stories, her hands too full to take on another. Besides, after her earlier comments, she wanted Jimmy to have the chance to see how good he really was.
Jimmy blinked, so did Perry at the suggestion. “Only if you’re sure, Lane?” She nodded with a smile, handing over the sheets of paper to a thankful Jimmy. “I need this by Friday.” He had two days. “Go get em’ kid.”
“You’ll need her.” Lois handed him a slip of paper with your name on it and an address. “I’ve messaged her already, she’ll be outside in ten minutes.” Jimmy sent her a thin smile, nodding his head as he placed the paper in his pocket. “You got this, Olsen.” She sent him a thumbs ip as he walked away . “And I’ve got a bet I’m gonna win…” Lois smugly grinned while mumbling to herself.
—•—
Jimmy walked outside, finding you nonchalantly resting yourself on the hood of your car with a camera hanging from your shoulder, a newspaper under your arm and a cigarette in your mouth. It was cold out, the heavy wool coat protected you from the elements.
You kept your eye on the man as he approached you, letting out an exhale as you did, but with a lungful of smoke.
“Where’s Lois?”
Your cool, casual tone mixed in with the smoke made your voice seem a little deeper than it usually was. Jimmy clutched onto his bag strap, it was being weighed down by a laptop, paper and stationary, but he held onto it mainly for an anchor to steady himself upon seeing you again. “On another assignment.” He replied and watched you sharply nod and stub out the cigarette on your car hood before standing up and tossing it in the trash.
“So I’m stuck with you, huh?” you snorted, tossing your stuff into the backseat and getting in, Jimmy followed shortly after.
“Is that a problem?”
You pursed your lips and started the engine. “It’ll only be a problem if you touch my radio and don’t let me smoke in the car…” you glared at him out the corner of your eye.
Jimmy smirked. “As long as the window’s down and it’s not shit music.” He handed you an address and you typed it into your phone’s GPS, eventually setting off.
You concealed a small grin as music bled through the speakers and you noticed Jimmy tapping his foot to the beat.
“So I was thinking some profile shots, wide angles of him in the room…that sort of thing.” Jimmy mused out loud before you asked him what the story was about. “There’s word that the mayor is laundering money to criminal organisations to keep him in a protected position of power and giving him the chance to obtain luxury goods.”
“What an asshat.”
Jimmy couldn’t help but snort at your eloquence- or lack of- at the situation. He looked over to you, hair blowing in the wind seeping in from your slightly ajar window, lips gently mouthing the lyrics to the song playing. He found that there was something so soft yet chaotic about you.
He always thought that.
He remembered the day he first met you, trailing after Perry with your hands full and laughing loudly at something he said. After that, he frequently caught you scampering around the Daily Planet building on behalf of his editor-in-chief. It brought a smile to his face. He wasn’t always intentionally looking out for you, sometimes he only heard your infectious giggles that made the corners of his lips twinge upwards.
And one that Lois very much noticed.
Jimmy saw the way other women would look and softly speak about him. He had even frequently heard the words they described him as in passing- words that made his ears and cheeks burn.
But not you.
There was something about you that he almost craved.
How you were so unbothered in chasing him in comparison to the others made him race after you.
How his heart caved in whenever he didn’t see you racing across the bullpen or scampering to find something on behalf of Perry as his semi-thankless assistant.
How he often replayed the moment when you both crashed into each other by the door of the meeting room.
How you both locked eyes and sent polite, sorry smile to one another. Jimmy lingered in the doorframe, hoping to feel that spark again if he stood there long enough, but the meeting was starting and a part of him knew that the only way to feel it again was to collide with you.
So he made it his goal to try and capture your attention.
He’d strategically rush to the coffee machine just as you made a cup- missing you by mere seconds. Or when he bothered Perry almost daily with photos and tidbits he had wrote, finding you hunched over a desk in the corner writing letters and notes on the chiefs behalf. Jimmys eyes were on you more than they were on Perry’s whilst having a conversation with him. When you glanced up to him through your lashes every now and then, he was certain you could have heard his heart scream.
After months of pinning, doubt began to seep into his veins. He worried you weren’t showing any interest because you weren’t interested, worried that he was in too deep and you weren’t in at all.
But that all changed when he was promoted and Clark, Lois, Cat and Steve all took him to a bar to celebrate. There was only one person he truly wanted to be there.
When he saw you step into the bar and shoot him a smile- all his doubt melted away.
Three months later, he still hadn’t made a move despite constant pressing from Lois and Cat.
“Didn’t realise you became a photographer for the Planet.” He finally said, breaking some underlying tension. Mainly his own tension.
“Yeah, well, you got promoted to an actual journalist and I got a camera thrown at me.” Jimmys brow sharply raised. “I’m kidding…kinda. Perry always knew I was interested and staked my Instagram one afternoon. Saw my photos on there and then interrogated me about it. Must have thought I was good enough, just gave me the gig last week after rejecting dozens of applicants.” You explained. “Now he just needs another assistant- whoever is mad enough to take on that.” Jimmy softly chuckled, shaking his head. After that, the rest of the ride was silent, but a comfortable one. You pulled up to the Mayor’s residence with Jimmy primed and ready, you grabbed your camera from the backseat before he watched you pull out a lollypop from your pocket, unwrap it and stick it in your mouth.
“What’s with the, uh,” he pointed to his own mouth. “Sucker?”
You shrugged a shoulder “Gotta always have something wrapped round my lips,” you smirked and shot him a wink.
He almost passed out on the gravel driveway.
“You comin’ big shot?” You hollered back and his brain screamed at his legs to move.
The mayor was expecting someone from the paper for interviews, a man in a suit greeted you both at the door. After seeing your press passes, he led you to the mayor through a long hallway.
“Well hi there,” he greeted you both with a forced smile and a tight handshake, he looked at you and his smile slightly faltered seeing you wrapped up in a huge coat with a lollypop stick hanging from your mouth and a camera dangling from your shoulder. “He’ll take your coats.” He motioned to the man who greeted you, now waiting patiently with his arms outstretched. Jimmy handed him his own coat and all the men watched as you unwrapped yourself from your own, Jimmy swallowing hard seeing you in a black mini-dress with a cardigan and semi-sheer tights.
“Would you be a doll and bin this for me?” You sweetly smiled at the man with your coats in his arm who was trying hard not to grimace as he took the half-sucked lollypop from you. “Also, could I be a pain and use the bathroom please?” You batted your lashes at the Mayor who pointed to the left that it was down the hall.
You left the room with the gent who was holding the lollypop at arms length, he went to the right.
You went to the bathroom but took a small detour first.
—•—
After an hour long interview and some photos, Jimmy returned to your car almost defeated. You sat in the car and watched him let out a sigh. “Should be asking you if you want one of these, Lord knows it looks like you do.” You tried to joke as you placed a cigarette in your mouth and lit it, starting the car to roll down the window and head back to the Daily Planet. “You got some good stuff.”
“But not anywhere close to getting any closer to knowing what he’s involved in!” He exasperated, running his hands through his hair. “Perry’s gonna kill me.”
“No he won’t.” You told him, trying to ease his dramatic outburst. “And if he attempts to, I’ll help you fend him off.” Jimmy looked over to you, a small yet weak smile forming on his face. “I told you. The stuff you have is more than good.” For a moment, between the smoky haze that danced around your face and the oddly poppy bob playing over the speakers, he almost believed you.
He watched you for longer than he intended to, the words he’d always wanted to ask you threatened to leave his lips. But you had arrived back to the Daily Planet before he had the chance, your cigarette long gone but the smell of tobacco remained. “I need the photos by tomorrow evening,” was all he could say.
“I’ll get started on them.”
You both remained in your car for a moment too long before Jimmy left first. You let out the lungful of air you had been holding and hit your head softly against the steering wheel as the feelings you had hit you like a brick he had threw. You turned your head and watched him sift through what he had wrote down before disappearing into the building.
You then sat up, pulled out your phone and composed a message to him.
Jimmy went to his desk and tossed everything down on it before sitting down on his seat, letting out a puff of air just as his phone dinged.
He read the first line of it and his brows furrowed.
- You really did get some great stuff! :)
His heart fluttered and he felt a sense of relief from the message you sent on the screen. Then a flurry of messages came through, photos of sheets of paper on a desk along with other angles of a room.
- Might have got lost on the way to the bathroom and found some incriminating evidence…
Was the last text that came through.
Jimmy leaped from his chair as his whole body was shocked with nerves or excitement or panic- he hadn’t quite decided yet.
Lois and Clark watched as he ran out the bullpen and to your car, only to find you weren’t there anymore. He ran back inside and all but begged Lois to tell him where you would be.
—•—
“Shut the door!” You yelled, hunched over a photo you were trying to develop, the red light being kissed by a bright beam of yellow.
Jimmy quickly shut the door and a smile creeped onto his face. “Why do you still develop? You’re probably the only one in the building that does?” He said, slowly walking around the darkened room kissed by a red light with images scattered everywhere, the smell of nicotine from your occasional sneaky smoke and chemicals lingered in the air.
“Preserving the craft.”
“Preserving pretentiousness more like.” Jimmy snorted and you bit down on your lip to stop the smile about to engulf your face, thankful you were turned away from him.
“Ah, you’ve exposed me.” You held up the photo and hung it to dry. “Get it? Exposed?” You said pointing to the image.
“Yeah, no, I get it. Good one.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his giddy energy filling the room, he was just relieved the room was bright red to hide his blushing cheeks. “How’d you do it?” He asked in awe, like a kid asking a magician to reveal their greatest trick.
You held out another lollypop, your focus still on an image you started to develop. “The art of distraction.” He slowly walked towards you and gently took it from your hand, the pieces coming together before him.
“How did you know? All of it…how?”
You took out the photo and held it in your hand, your breath hitching, a profile shot but one of mainly Jimmy, mid-questioning, looking determined, looking hungry for answers, looking…perfect. You cleared your throat and slowly placed it down. “I’m not a dumbass and I’m observant.” He laughed at that. “I saw the kitchen as soon as we entered so I knew I would have a little more time whist he placed the lollypop in the trash. Plus I saw the reflection of his office in the mirror. My phone?” You took it from your cardigan that was rolled up to your elbows. “My cardigan has pockets.” You told him before placing it back there and hanging up the image. “The Mayor is a sloppy, corrupt, piece of shit. Just like you’ll write about. Just like you’ll tell everyone.”
“Wow…” he breathed out. “You’re good.”
“I was more than his assistant, you know. More like personal spy and undercover agent,” Jimmy raised a brow, encouraging you to continue. “Yeah the pollution story? Who’d you think got those documents?”
“All you…” the realisation dawned on him. “Triple threat- assistant, undercover operative and…” he looked at the photo you took of him. He had so few photos of himself before, mainly because he was behind the lens. But also because photos told a story, stories he helped tell, and this one you took was telling a story to Jimmy loud and clear. “Brilliant photographer…” That photo of him that you took was more than all the greatest love stories put together. “I’m always so nervous around you…” he admitted in nothing more than a whisper, afraid he’d speak too loud and disturb the development of the images.
Or the development of something else…
You looked to the floor with a bashful smile. “Why’d you think I flee the coffee machine station if I see you coming? Do you think I’d be able to keep myself composed around you with a dose of caffeine? I’m barely holding it together as it is like this with you.” You added, his eyes widening ever so slightly before softening in realisation. “I had a lot of competition, heard what everyone said about you, watched as they fawned over you…figured you’d have a plethora of people to choose. I always wondered if I was one of them.”
Jimmy closed the gap between you both, the red light making you glow. “You were my only choice.” He said in a soft tone, afraid to burst the bubble of tension that was surrounding you both now. “My only.” He reiterated, sounding more sure of himself, feeling that same spark he did crashing into you in the doorframe of the office as he placed his hands on your exposed lower arms.
A wide smile spread across your face as you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He pulled you back however and engulfed you in an hug, almost dipping you down to kiss you with as much passion he could find in seconds after feeling your lips connect to his. You let out a faint yelp before giggling, you could feel Jimmy smile against your skin.
He pulled back ever so slightly and you looked up to him through your lashes “If I knew you kissed like that I would have done that a lot sooner.” He laughed and kissed you again, his hands desperately roaming over your back before they threaded through your hair, your own hands mirroring the same actions.
“Hey Y/N I got-“
“Shut the door!”
Lois opened the door and gasped hearing you both scream at her. Not because she let in the light, but because you were both caught.
She stood frozen in place for a moment before a smirk spread over her face when she finally realised. Lois ran back to the bullpen and slammed her palm on Clark’s desk.
Summary: Batman forces Clark to get you a civilian job to teach you the value of money, and Clark takes it a little too seriously. He was supposed to be the cool one. But on the flip side, Cat Grant's really hot.
TW: Suggestive? Kind of?
The whole reason you were stuck in this fluorescent-lit purgatory was because Bruce Wayne had zero sense of humor.
During an active Justice League field op, you got bored waiting for Batman to finish his talk with a group of hostages, spotted an eight-million-dollar LexCorp stealth drone, and decided to see if you could ride it like a mechanical bull.
You lasted a solid four minutes, before you accidentally weaponized its thrusters, leveled a minor sewage treatment plant, and blacked out three city blocks.
Bruce lost his absolute shit. He revoked your Watchtower privileges, confiscated your comms, and dumped you on Clark Kent with a strict mandate “Make her understand civilian labor, or she’s off the roster.” Clark enthusiastically agreed to take you to his civilian job.
You, on the other hand, showed up on day one determined to make him wish the drone had hit him instead.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The Daily Planet bullpen lost its collective mind. You strutted past the rows of depressing cubicles wearing a white button-up that was held together by sheer prayer and four single buttons. Your black leather mini-skirt was basically a wide belt, and your six-inch Christian Louboutins were violently clicking against the linoleum.
"Who is this?" Jimmy Olsen muttered, knocking his entire scanner off his desk.
Cat Grant slowly lowered her iced coffee, her eyes dropping straight to your chest, then down your legs, and back up again. A filthy grin spread across her face. "Well, damn. Did Christmas come early, or is management finally catering to my specific interests?"
You stopped right at Cat's desk, bent over far enough that your shirt entirely gave up the ghost, and gave her a slow, heavy wink. "I'm the new intern, but for you? I can be whatever requires a safe word, gorgeous."
Cat let out a throaty laugh, reaching out to touch the hem of your skirt. "Honey, if Kent bores you with city council minutes, my office has a leather couch, a deadbolt, and a bottle of expensive scotch. Come by at three."
"I'll bring the ice," you purred back, biting your lip.
Before Cat could answer, a heavy hand grabbed the back of your collar and physically yanked you upright. Clark was standing there, looking furious. His jaw was clenched so tight a vein was throbbing on his temple.
"This is not what Bruce entrusted me with," Clark argued, using his full 'I'm not mad, I'm dissapointed' parental voice.
"Aw, come on, Papa Kent," you whined, pulling your skirt down an inch as he dragged you by the scruff of your neck. "I was just doing some networking! She's a powerful woman!"
"That is an HR nightmare, and you know it!" Clark sighed, slamming the door of the supply room behind you both. He threw a massive, hundred-pound crate of legal archives into your arms, making your heels squeak against the tile. "You are here to learn discipline. Take these. Run them down to the sub-basement archive. Do not use the elevator. I want every single box alphabetized by noon. Go. Move."
"This is abuse! Cat will be hearing of this!" You whined
I love Supergirl bc there’s not a straight person in this fucking show. Kara & Lena? That’s a sapphic relationship if I’ve ever seen one. Alex is just straight up gay for Maggie canonically and I love that for her. Mon-el was so gay with that prince guy from Daxam (alien merthur anybody?). James & Winn are that awkward love triangle where the two guys are both in love with a girl but also lowkey each other. This show might be queerbait-y as hell but canon is and always will be what I say it is and I say it’s GAY
