#so awkward

Trying to make webtoons in ibispaint.

the whole segment where he tries (very poorly) to ask sepideh about gender bias and then immediately makes it about langdon’s addiction, then proceeds to make very distasteful jokes about it (mind you, patrick is a recovering addict), made my skin crawl. like, i had to pause for a second there.

the whole accent thing with shabana was WILD stuff (she clocked the fuck out of him though, you gotta love shabana).

A/n: guys i loved the movie so freaking much and i loved my babygirl cutie patootie Clark kent even more so i had to write something about him also this is literally my first time writing anyone other than Jason Todd but i had to bcs im in LOVE

The corridors of Daily Planet are loud with the morning hustle. The guy on the TV is providing every minute detail of a fight going on between Superman and some robot called Ultraman down the street.

You’re shuffling out the door with your newest report typed out and printed neatly into a folder, ready to be noticed by your boss. Your heels click against the floor and your eyes are down, fingers turning the pages for one last review before you slam it down on that table with a smug little grin-

You’re unable to finish that rather satisfying thought in your mind as you bump into someone. Your feet stumble. Your heel almost snapping in half before strong hands hold you up.

You blink up at Clark Kent, surprised, lips parted a little in that sudden shock. He’s staring down at you, just as startled.

He looks like he got ready and dressed on the way here. His hair is tousled, that one messy curl curling perfectly over his presently furrowed brows. The black glasses slip down his upturned nose, his blue eyes scan your face, taking in the sudden shock and you hope he doesn’t notice the heat climbing your neck.

“Clark.” You breathe out. He’s still clasping your upper arms with both hands, keeping you steady. Which, by the way, you’re thankful for considering how the sight of him makes your knees go weak.

He blinks those bright, pearly eyes at you and nods, a small smile grazes his lips before he lets you go and steps back. You get a better look at him like this. His tie is crooked around his neck and it looks like he just threw the coat over himself in haste. You can’t help but smile back.

“Hey. Sorry—“

“Sorry ‘bout that—“

You speak together, before chuckling in unison.

You brush a strand of hair behind your ear, not breaking eye contact with him. “I didn’t see you.”

Clark nods, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands before him. “Yeah—yeah, it’s alright.”

You part your lips to say something else—maybe ask him about his morning coffee, or the weather, or ask to fix his tie for him, or tell him how pretty he looks with those perfect curls bouncing over his forehead—

wait. not doing that.

Instead, you notice a smear of dirt on his cheek. You hesitate, pointing to your own. “Um… there’s… something on your…”

Clark blinks, bringing his hand up to his face to brush the fingers absentmindedly against his cheekbone. “What?”

You shake your head, smiling, before reaching out to wipe his cheek. You can’t help but notice the pink dust that spreads on his face with your touch.

“There you go.” You grin, dusting your fingers.

Clark huffs. “Yeah. Thanks. That must’ve been the fight.”

You raise a brow. “The fight?”

Clark immediately straightens like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh—uhm, yeah. The fight… I was near the area. It got, uh, really dirty out there.”

You nod, watching the way he fumbles over his words. You find it kind of cute, how painfully awkward he is sometimes.

The fight reminds you of something else and you speak, clutching the report files to your chest. “I read your column, by the way, another interview with Superman? That’s interesting.”

Clark grins. “I didn’t know you read it. And yeah, superman was down for an interview. He’s… nice like that.”

You tilt your head with a chuckle. “He is? I wonder if he’d ever let me interview him.”

“I think he would love that.”

You blink at how sure Clark sounds of his words. “Yeah?”

“I mean—I guess.” He clears his throat. “It depends…”

You notice your boss walking out of his room over Clark’s shoulder, realising you’ll have to rush it if you still want to catch him before his coffee break.

You look over at Clark again, letting yourself soak in the beauty of his face—the beauty of him before you smile.

“Maybe someday, huh? See ya ‘round, Clark.”

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