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It's Always Lois

Request: None

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader (One-sided)

Summary: Y/n tells Clark how she feels about him, knowing he doesn’t feel the same.

Warnings: Embarrassment, one-sided, reader is kind of a mess

A/N: It’s an oofer.

Word Count: 2K+

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You turned a corner in the Daily Planet, just in time to see Lois walk away from Clark, no doubt having just made a rude comment. Clark watched her walk away, a small sigh escaping his lips. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes trained on her, a gleam in them. You stood next to him, clutching your things to your chest.

“It’s not fair, is it?”

He looked down at you, somewhat startled. “What?”

“It’s not fair.” You repeated, looking up into his brown eyes hiding behind his glasses. “She looks at you the same way you look at her…..but not the you you want.”

“I’m not following.” He admitted, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Clark,” you paused, thinking, “I know the looks you give Lois.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “I don’t give looks to Lois.” He lied. You smirked.

“You’re a terrible liar, Clark. I’d know those looks anywhere. They’re the same looks I give you.” You admitted, daring to look at him. He was clearly unsure of what to say. You let out a humorless laugh. “It’s funny,” you started, looking down, “she looks at Superman the same way you look at her. But she doesn’t notice the real you. Not like I do.”

“Real me?”

“Clark, I know you’re Superman.” You told him, dropping your voice, knowing he could still hear you.

“What? That’s crazy. I-”

“Oh, come off it, Clark. To be honest, I’m amazed I’m the only one to have figured it out. If you looked, I mean really looked, you can tell. Your build, height, hair, eyes, even your personalities.”

He opened his mouth, ready to fight back, but you kept going. “Your excuses for always leaving are terrible.” You told him. “I’d recommend getting better at it. You can’t always say you have a dentist appointment, Clark.”

He sighed, pushing his glasses up. “How’d you know?”

“I just told you.”

“And you haven’t told anyone?”

“Clark, why would I tell anyone? You must truly think low of me to-”

“Alright, I don’t. It was just a precaution.”

“It’s funny.” You said, for the second time that evening. “I don’t like Superman nearly as much as I like you.” You looked up at him. “You’re Clark Kent, not Superman. If only Lois could see it. For your sake.”

Clark pursed his lips, unsure of how to respond.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You assured. “I don’t know what you see in her, and I don’t know what she doesn’t see in you. You’re so kind, and caring, compassionate, helpful-” You cut yourself off, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. You cleared your throat, trying to swallow the lump lodged in it.

“Lois is so driven. She’ll do anything to-” He stopped himself, looking down at you and seeing you fighting the tears. “Are you alright?” He asked, reaching out to you.

“I will be.” You assured, uncertain of it yourself.

“Well, can I get you anything?”

You laughed slightly. “No, Clark.” Man, were you glad the building was empty, or nearly anyway. He sighed.

“My parents are a lot better at this than I am.” He muttered. He froze his movements suddenly, looking up at you. “Would you want to meet my parents?”

You looked up at him, shocked. “What?”

“I can fly you there, if you want.”

“Well, I would like to, but-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Clark had picked you up, and the next thing you knew, you were flying to Kansas. You buried your face in Clark’s neck, the harsh winds affecting your already sore eyes. He landed in front of a door and put you down. He walked up to the door and knocked. You took this time to wipe your eyes, not wanting to look like a wreck. You heard the door open.

“Clark?”

“Hi, Mom.” He greeted quietly.

“What are you doing here?”

Clark grew silent, and turned to the side, looking at you. It was dark, but Mrs. Kent could make out your figure.

“Who’s this?”

“She’s from work, Mom. She-”

You walked forward and stuck your hand out. She shook it, though still confused. “Ms. L/n, Mrs. Kent. I work at the Daily Planet with Clark and I’m hopelessly in love with him.” You admitted. Clark already knew, and you were aware that probably wasn’t the best way to introduce yourself, but you were currently an emotional train-wreck and you had no control over the things leaving your mouth. Clark looked to the side, still slightly awkward, and Mrs. Kent’s mouth dropped open.

“Come inside, dear.” She offered, wrapping her arms around you. She led you inside, and Clark followed. “Jonathan!” She called.

“What is it, Martha?”

“Will you just come here?!”

There was no response, but footsteps were heard, and drawing closer, indicating that he was on his way. Sure enough, an elderly man appeared around the corner, but he froze upon seeing you. He looked to his wife, to Clark, and back to you. You bit your lip in anticipation. Mrs. Kent let go of you.

“Come with me, Jonathan. I’ll explain what I know.” Mrs. Kent told him, leading him away into the kitchen. His eyes kept flickering to you in confusion until he was out of sight. You let out a shaky breath and ran your hand down your face. You didn’t wear makeup anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“Do you want to sit?” Clark asked softly. You turned to him, seeing him gesturing at the couch. You sat down at one end, Clark at the other, as much space between you as possible. You only sat there for a few moments until you stood and began pacing. “Try to relax.” Clark told you.

“Relax? Clark, I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have kept my mouth shut.” You complained. Clark sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “I don’t know why-” You cut yourself off, seeing Mr. and Mrs. Kent enter your peripheral vison. You turned to them, feeling like you were about to cry again. You practically willed the tears to stay put.

“Come here, dear.” Mrs. Kent instructed. She led you to a small, square kitchen table. “Have a seat.”

You reluctantly sat down, Mrs. Kent on your right. Clark and Mr. Kent came in, taking seats as well. Clark sat to your left, and Mr. Kent across from you.

“How did you get here?” Mrs. Kent asked.

“Clark flew me.”

“Clark….flew…you?” She asked, sending a scolding look at her son.

“Oh, it’s okay! I already knew.” You said quickly. You saw Clark’s parents exchange looks.

“How did you know?” Mr. Kent asked.

“Everything about him. Just looking at him, you can tell. I’m amazed a simple pair of glasses have managed to fool this many people for this long.” You admitted.

“So am I.” Mr. Kent muttered under his breath. His wife slapped his arm gently.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m a little confused as to why you’re here.” Mrs. Kent admitted. You sighed.

“Well, Mrs. Kent-”

“Call me Martha.”

You became silent for a short moment. “Well, Martha, I-um. Clark and Lois were talking, and Lois left, so I came over and began talking to Clark. I told him I understand what he’s going through, to some degree. And the words and emotions kept flowing, and before I knew it, I said too much.” You concluded.

Martha looked to her husband, then to Clark, who really looked like he didn’t want to be here. He was fiddling with the tablecloth, avoiding any and all eye-contact. Noticing they had nothing to say, you continued, hoping fill the deafening silence. You were afraid that you would fall apart if it stayed silent, your anxiety eating away at you. They all looked up at you, upon hearing you beginning to speak again.

“I told him what I thought of him, and I said I didn’t understand why Lois looked right through him. You really raised him well.” You said, eyes drifting over to Clark briefly.

Martha and Jonathan smiled softly.

“What exactly is it that you love so much about him?” Martha asked quietly, as if she was afraid that if she spoke any louder, she’d break you into a million pieces. You took in a shaky breath, looking over to Clark, who was playing with the tablecloth again.

“He’s kind, and compassionate, always willing to help, playful, supportive, hard-working-” You stopped yourself there, hoping and praying that you wouldn’t have to say anymore. Your mouth didn’t listen to you, and kept going. “But, he loves Lois.” You said, voice breaking as you said her name. Clark ripped his eyes away from the tablecloth to look at you. “And I’m really sorry for taking up your time.” You said quickly, feeling the tears resting in the corners of your eyes. “I want to go home.” You mumbled, placing your face in your hands. You were painfully aware of the silence that followed, and you wished the floor would eat you whole.

“Oh, honey.” Martha said. You peeked through your fingers, eyes resting on her. You were certain that she could see the tears now, judging by her large frown.

“I hate crying about this. I feel like such a baby.” You muttered.

“You’re not being a baby.” Martha assured.

“You’d think at my age-”

“Everyone cries about love. No matter their age.” She said, a small, comforting smile on her face.

“I feel selfish. And I know that I should want Clark to be happy, and I do, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t help but feel unwanted.”

The look of guilt that crossed Clark’s face was heartbreaking.

“All is fair in love and war.” Jonathan quoted. You let out a humorless laugh.

“But I’d feel terrible. Clark loves Lois, and that’s apparent. I’ll just have to learn to get over it.” You said, placing your chin on your folded arms that rested on the table.

“But what if you don’t get over it?” Martha asked. You were silent for several moments.

“Then I’ll die knowing Clark’s happy.” You finally said. “I’ll find a way to cope.”

The look of shock and amazement on all of their faces showed they didn’t expect that answer. Even if they didn’t expect any certain answer, you were sure that that was one they didn’t think you’d answer with. The silence grew to be too much for you again and you abruptly stood.

“Look, I’m sorry for taking up your time. It was very nice to meet you.” You said quickly, swiftly making your way outside to avoid any other interactions. You had made it outside, it was dark, when you realized Clark was your ticket home. You weren’t very well able to speak to him yet, so you opted for sitting on the porch steps, chin in hands, elbows on knees. You looked up at the stars, trying to remember the last time you saw them so bright.

The sound of the door opening was faintly heard in the distance, but your brain was too focused on watching the sky to acknowledge it.

“They’re pretty, aren’t they?”

You turned to the owner of the voice, seeing Clark sitting next to you, also looking at the sky.

“Yeah. You can’t see them in Metropolis.” You replied. He hummed in response.

“Sometimes I come out here and look at the stars to think.” He admitted.

“About Lois.” You muttered under your breath, forgetting he could hear you with his superpowers. He looked to you, somewhat surprised at your quiet response.

“Not only about Lois.” He assured. Your face grew quite a rare shade of pink, remembering about is super-hearing. There was silence for a moment until he spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry.”

“I know.” You replied quietly. “I know Lois is determined. There’s nothing about me that really stands out.”

“Hey, I didn’t think anything about me stood out.” He said. You looked at him with a face saying, ‘do you think I’m stupid?’

“Really? You’re Superman. But you were Superman before you wore the suit and cape.” You admitted. He looked down.

“I’m sure someone will find that thing that sets you apart from everyone else.” He assured.

“But they won’t be you.” You said, looking up at him. “They don’t have your cute glasses, or more importantly, all of your amazing qualities.” He blushed slightly, but you continued before he had the chance to be too embarrassed. “Besides, just finding something that sets you apart from everyone else doesn’t necessarily means it’s a good something.”

Clark smiled softly. “Bad choice of words.” He declared. A small grin found its way on your face. You playfully bumped his shoulder with yours, leaning your head on it. You fell into a comfortable silence, simply admiring the stars.

“I’m sorry I put you in this situation. I don’t always know when to keep my mouth shut.” You apologized.

“That’s one thing you and Lois have in common.”

You didn’t miss the way your heart tugged at the mention of Lois’ name. Feeling a sudden discomfort and distance, you sat up straight. Clark looked to you, slightly confused. You hurried with an explanation.

“Well, it was nice to see your home. And meet your parents.” You said, gesturing to the house, looking at it. “Anyway, I’d like to go home. We have work tomorrow, and I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep tonight.”

Clark sighed, feeling responsible. He placed his hands on his hips. “You want me to take you back?”

You hesitated slightly. Of course you’d love to spend more time with Clark and his family. On the other hand, you really didn’t know how well you were going to sleep, but you suspected it wasn’t going to be well. You finally gave him a nod.

“Do you want to say goodbye to my parents?”

You looked back at the door. “I guess.” Clark smiled softly at your response and placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you back inside. A chill ran up your spine at the contact, but you pretended to ignore it. He led you back inside and you walked to the kitchen, immediately finding his parents talking.

“Um, I would just like to say thank you, for everything, and again I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Martha assured.

“Yeah, well.” You said, not fully convinced. “I’m having Clark take me home. It was very nice to meet both of you. I finally have faces to put to Clark’s parents.” You told them, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“It was nice to meet you, too.” Martha said, standing and giving you a hug. You were shocked for only a moment before you hugged back. When Martha pulled away, her husband walked forward and shook your hand. You smiled softly at him before turning and walking back out the door. Clark sent his parents one last look before jogging after you.

He stopped behind you, watching as you took one last look around.

“You ready?”

You nodded, feeling more than ready to leave. He picked you up, effortlessly, and began the flight back to Metropolis. It was slower than the one to Kansas, letting you get a look of the stars, until they faded because of the light emitting from the city. Clark placed you down outside your apartment. He re-adjusted the glasses on his face while you fiddled with your keychain, unlocking the door.

You opened it and turned on the light, making you flinch slightly at the sudden brightness. You turned back to Clark. “Thanks.” You said shortly. He nodded.

“It was the least I could do.”

You smiled softly and sadly at his comment. You both stood in silence for a moment until you broke it. “See you tomorrow.” You informed. Clark nodded. You stepped inside your apartment, locking the door. Clark let out a sigh, turning and walking away.

Once inside you got changed, flopping on the bed, not wanting to do anything but sleep. As you pulled the covers up to your chin, you made a declaration to yourself.

You’d get over Clark. For Lois’ sake. For his sake. But for your sake as well.

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