Summary: Clark is so awkward!! And adorable!! And tall! That is all :)))
Author's Note: This is my first fic on this account and my second one ever! Still trying to get my footing though, creative writing has never been my strong suit! (more of a literary analysis girlie) Anyway I'm obsessed w/David Corenswet and Supes, so here you go!
Warnings: Clark kent x fem!reader. Fluff but really just cute/awkward Clark. No smut/angst. Pining? Silly (i'm sorry if it's cringe okay)
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You set your bag down at your desk with a smile. The coffee Clark always got you was already placed next to your mousepad, condensation just barely leaving a circular ring on your paper calendar. The black ink marking today’s to-do list was slightly smudged.
If you didn’t find the gesture so endearing you suppose you would be irritated.
You looked up from your coffee, still standing, and caught him already looking at you. His eyes dart away like he’s been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. You watch as he scrambles to look busy.
The crush you had on Clark was embarrassingly high-school. It was so hard not to like him with his awkward, tall, innocent, farm-boy charm. You often found yourself playing eye-tag with him (much like right now) because prolonged eye contact made you literally want to freak out.
Nothing made you want to roll your eyes at yourself harder. You were a professional woman who had covered epic alien battles for crying out loud!
He’d always been so kind to you and it was hard not to confuse his kindness with mutual attraction. He brought you coffee, stayed with you late at the office, walked you home, and debated Superman ethics with you until you were both blue in the face.
However, after only a few months of working at the Daily planet, you realized that’s just who he was. Kansas might technically be part of the midwest, but Clark had the manners and hospitality to rival that of Southern grandma. Maybe all that time spent around tractors, bless his little heart.
Lost in thought, you fail to see his large frame hovering near your cubicle until he awkwardly clears his throat.
“Hope I managed to get your order correct today” he says with a shy smile, pointing at the coffee cup in your hand. You watch the sleeve of his coat strain as his bicep moves beneath the grey fabric. Your face remains neutral but your brain is going slightly haywire.
“Clark, you've literally never gotten it wrong before. Coffee fetching seems to be another one of your inexplicable, innate abilities.” You replied sarcastically. Again, if he wasn’t so sweet you’d probably be annoyed by how perfect he was.
“Oh yeah? And what other “inexplicable, innate abilities” do I have?” He questions, pulling up a chair next to your desk. He sits down in front of you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. A single, dark curl falls above his eye.
You felt a slight shift in him. Maybe it was his tone or the way he looked familiar in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He was still your Clark, just slightly bolder. You quickly decided that you liked it.
“Well, being the only person on the face of planet Earth to get exclusive interviews with Superman is one of them,” you say with an eyeroll, playfully kicking him in the leg.
You practically watch as his head grows bigger as a smug smile fully overtakes his face now.
“I’m not going to inflate your ego any more than it already is, Kent. If you want to be showered with compliments ask your Super-boyfriend. Although I wonder, would you ask him before or after you finished braiding each other's hair?”
He lets out a laugh, head tipping back just long enough for you to get a good look at him. The way the light filters in through the surrounding windows makes him look so warm. You want to reach out and touch him. Maybe even run a hand through his messy black hair which-oddly enough- looks like he walked through a tornado to get here.
You giggle to yourself, thinking of some bad joke about not being in Kansas anymore when he stands. You ignore the feeling of disappointment that comes when he puts his chair back where it belongs. He begins walking back to his desk, head turned to talk to you over his shoulder.
“Yeah I’ll make sure to ask him. Only after I tell him I’m being bullied by my co-worker who thinks being cute will make up for it–”
He stops dead in his tracks, the path to his desk cut short as he abruptly spins around. His cool demeanor is gone, awkward Clark now back in full effect.
“I- I mean cute acting. You know? Like a little kid? No, not a little kid… that’s weird. Just like, funny. You know what I mean?
With each inflection his voice pitches upward. You begin to feel a small smile spread across your face, a giggle threatening to rise out of you. The scene unfolding before you is both painfully awkward and hilarious.
“Alright, well,” he stutters, almost tripping over his feet as he resumes his trek back to his desk, “I think Lois needs me… or something”
Maybe Clark really did like you.
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Another Author's Note: Thank you for reading!! Pls leave a comment if this was bad and i'll stop speaking forever lol. Also comment if you want a continuation of this??? I'm starting nursing school next week so I need something fun to keep me from going cray-cray! :)
Also i am from Texas so the southern part was 1000% a reference to my own grandmother lol.
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