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Blind Date || Clark Kent x Reader ||
Pairing : Clark Kent x Reader Word count : ~1800
Summary : Your friend Jimmy sets you up on a blind date with one of his coworker.
Tags/warnings : dorky!clark, shy!Clark, shy!reader, fluff, blind date.
A/N : the gif is him celebrating the next day at work
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I’m going to kill Jimmy.
Not literally, obviously. But if this date is a disaster if this man turns out to be some weird crypto bro or, worse, a guy who “dabbles in stand-up comedy” I’m going to delete Jimmy Olsen from my phone and pretend I never knew him.
I shift nervously on my heels, standing in front of the cozy Metropolis café Jimmy picked out. It’s early evening, warm enough for just a cardigan, and the sky is blushing with the last bit of sun. My palms are damp. I swipe them discreetly down my jeans.
“He’s tall,” Jimmy had said. “A little awkward, but very, very nice.”
That was it. No photo. No last name. Just… “very nice.” What does that even mean?
“Uh—excuse me,” a deep voice says.
I turn.
“Are you… here for the uh… blind date?”
And yeah. He’s tall. He’s also—God—he’s wearing a tight black t-shirt. With glasses that are kind of fogged. His dark hair is a little messy, like he tried to comb it and gave up halfway. He’s handsome, but in that earnest, "volunteers at the library and brings his own thermos" kind of way.
And he’s nervous. I can tell because his smile wobbles when I don’t answer right away. I want to answer my mouth won’t make a sound so I nod.
“I’m Clark,” he adds quickly, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “Clark Kent. Jimmy set this up, I think? Unless you’re also here for a completely different blind date, in which case I’m really sorry and I’ll go sit in a corner and rethink my life choices.”
I blink. Then laugh soft and surprised.
“No, no, I’m—uh—Jimmy’s friend, too. I’m the… date. I mean, your date.”
Smooth. Real smooth.
He chuckles, and it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Okay. That’s a relief. Should we… go inside?”
We do. The hostess leads us to a small booth in the back, dimly lit, quiet. I’m already regretting the cardigan; I’m overheating from nerves alone. He tries to slide into the booth but bumps the edge with his knee hard enough to wince and shake the table dramatically.
“Are you okay?”
“Yep. Totally fine. Just doing my best not to fall apart physically in front of a beautiful woman. You know. Standard first date goals.”
“Clark,” I say, laughing, “are you sure you’re ok that looked really bad.”
“I’ll be fine.” He assures with a smile. “Trying to be a man about it.” I blush and look down at my menu. There’s an awkward beat. Then he clears his throat. “So. Blind dates.”
I smile. “The stuff of romantic comedies. Or horror movies.”
He laughs, like a real belly-laugh that makes him look away, embarrassed.
“You’re right. It’s kind of absurd when you think about it. Two strangers trusting their mutual friend enough to risk a night of small talk and possibly food poisoning.”
I nod. “Exactly. And Jimmy gave me zero details. Just told me you’re tall and nice.”
He winces. “That’s… not inaccurate. He told me you were kind. And pretty. And that you liked books.”
My face flushes. I glance at the table.
“Well, at least he didn’t lie,” Clark adds softly, fiddling with the corner of his napkin.
I look up and see his cheeks are pink.
After the food arrives, some kind of fancy grilled cheese and tomato soup I barely remember ordering. The conversation starts to loosen.
It’s Clark who cracks it open.
“So… books.” He tilts his head a little. “Jimmy said you liked them, but he didn’t say what kind. And I—I’m not great at this part, so I’m just gonna throw myself under the bus and admit I still have The Hobbit and The Secret Garden on my bookshelf.”
I laugh around my spoon. “That’s adorable.”
“I mean, I also read newspapers,” he adds quickly, like that redeems him. “But I guess I like stories that feel… comforting. Small, even when the worlds are big.”
I nod slowly. “That’s exactly it. I reread Jane Eyre almost every winter. There’s just something about the quiet resilience in that book. It’s not flashy, it’s not loud—it’s just steady.”
Clark’s eyes light up, like I just said the secret password. “Yes. That’s the word. Steady. Like, you can feel the weight of it in the background.”
“And it makes you feel less alone,” I murmur.
He’s quiet for a beat, then smiles. “Yeah. Exactly that.”
We eat in thoughtful silence for a moment, then he asks, “What else are you into? Besides dark Victorian heroines and hot cheese sandwiches?”
I laugh again softly, surprised. “Okay, that was smooth.”
“I’m trying,” he says bashfully. “I googled ‘how to be charming on a date’ an hour before this.”
“Did it tell you to admit that?”
“No, I think that part was under the ‘avoid at all costs’ section.”
I grin, resting my chin in my hand. “Alright. Interests. Let’s get it out of the way. I love old movies, but only the dramatic, overly long kind. Black-and-white, piano swelling, someone’s always dying of heartbreak.”
He groans like I’ve hit a nerve. “Yes! Finally, someone who gets it. Everyone always tells me I’m a grandpa for liking Casablanca.”
“Clark,” I deadpan, “I own the Criterion edition.”
He leans back like I’ve just revealed I’m royalty. “Okay, I’m impressed. Do you… cry at the end of it too?”
“I cry at the beginning of it.”
“I cry when the plane takes off.”
“I cry when the piano starts.”
“I cry when Rick doesn’t cry.”
We’re both laughing now full, unguarded laughter and I swear the rest of the room melts away. Something warm settles in my chest. Like I’m not faking it. Like I’m not waiting for this date to be over. Like maybe Jimmy actually knew what he was doing.
“What about music?” I ask once we catch our breath. “Please don’t say you’re a secret DJ.”
Clark grimaces. “Do people actually say that?”
“More than you’d think.”
“No, I’m more of a… vinyl guy.”
“Vinyl guy,” I repeat, stunned. “That’s very attractive.”
“It is?” His eyes go wide behind his fogged glasses. “I mean. Yeah. Obviously. Vinyl is the sexiest of all musical formats.”
“That’s not what I said.” I tease.
“But you implied it.” He adds with a cocky smirk. “I have a whole crate I’ve been dragging with me since college. Sam Cooke, Aretha Franklin, some Springsteen, a little Ella Fitzgerald, The Mighty Crabjoys. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” I echo. “Clark, that’s like… swoon-worthy except maybe the last one.”
He turns bright red. Like, blush to the roots of his hair red.
“I—uh—thanks,” he says, suddenly very interested in his soup again. “I don’t know. I guess I just like things that feel… old but alive.”
That line hits me in the gut.
“Me too,” I whisper. “I was so nervous I’d say something dumb,” I admit, smiling behind my glass of water. “Or that you’d be like, aggressively normal. Like… the kind of guy who ranks chicken nuggets on a spreadsheet.”
Clark snorts into his drink. “I actually do use spreadsheets. But mostly for… grocery lists. Or budget stuff.”
“Groceries?”
He nods solemnly. “I once had a breakdown in the produce aisle over the price of strawberries.”
I’m giggling now.
It’s slow. It’s dorky. It’s incredibly sweet.
And by the time we’re sharing dessert, some ridiculous molten lava cake neither of us technically ordered. I realize I don’t want the night to end.
“Jimmy’s going to gloat,” I murmur, licking a bit of chocolate from my spoon.
Clark hums in agreement. “He’s going to be unbearable.”
“I still might kill him.”
“I’ll help you hide the body.”
We both smile. And his hand, tentative and warm, brushes the back of mine on the table.
I think, this could be something. Maybe even something very, very nice.
We leave the café with warm bellies and dessert still lingering on our lips. The air has cooled just enough to make me tug my cardigan closer. Clark immediately shrugs off his jacket.
“Oh, no…it’s fine,” I say, waving him off.
He holds it out anyway. “Please. You’ll make me feel useful.”
I hesitate, then slide my arms into it. It smells like laundry detergent and something warm and simple. Maybe cedar.
“So what’s a guilty pleasure?” I ask.
“I can retell you any Star Wars movie verbatim.” He admits with his head down.
“Every single one?” I ask in horror and awe.
“Yeah, they’re my favorites, have you seen them?”
“Can’t say I have but I’ve heard good things.”
“They’re amazing we definitely have you sit you down for them. Maybe a marathon, I know the perfect order to watch them in,” he geeked out making me smile.
“We definitely have to,” I say and my cheeks feel like they’re burning up.
The street is quiet, lit by flickering lampposts and the occasional window glow. Clark walks beside me, a respectful distance away, but close enough that our arms brush now and then. Every time they do, I swear he stops breathing for half a second.
“So,” I say, casting him a glance. “Did tonight meet your spreadsheet expectations?”
He grins. “Surpassed them. I might need to make a new column just for… ‘unexpectedly wonderful.’”
I snort. “Wow. That’s dangerously corny.”
“I warned you,” he shrugs. “Tall, awkward, but very, very nice.”
“Jimmy actually undersold it,” I say before I can think better of it.
Clark’s steps falter. “Wait—really?”
I nod, hugging myself a little tighter. “You’re… different. In a good way. Like, if someone made a list of all the things I didn’t realize I wanted, and then stuck them in a black T-shirt and glasses.”
He goes quiet. Then, softly: “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in a long time.”
We stop at the corner where my street begins. My building is just a few doors down. I can see the front light glowing over the stoop.
“Well,” I say, suddenly shy again. “This is me.”
He nods. “Right.”
Neither of us moves.
“I had a really nice time,” I offer.
“Me too.”
More silence. Not the awkward kind. The kind that feels like maybe something important is happening and you don’t want to rush it. I glance up at him. His eyes are gentle behind his glasses, and his jaw ticks just slightly, like he’s working up the nerve for something.
“Can I…” he starts, then stops. “Would it be okay if I kissed you goodnight?”
My heart thumps once, hard.
I nod.
He takes one tiny step closer. Reaches up like he’s not sure what to do with his hands, then gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers are warm against my skin.
Then ever so softly, hesitantly he leans in. The kiss is sweet. Careful. A little unsure, but real. Not practiced. Not showy. Just honest. Like him. When we part, we’re both smiling.
“So,” he says, clearing his throat, “when can I see you again?”
“How about tomorrow?” I say, bold before I can second-guess it. “We can discuss the strawberry budget crisis or you can recite the first star wars movie.”
His eyes crinkle with delight. “It’s a date.”
I start up the steps, still wrapped in his jacket, then pause halfway.
“Clark?”
“Yeah?”
“I like you.”
He blushes so hard I can see it from ten feet away.
“I really like you too.”
I laugh, then disappear inside.
And I swear, I swear, I hear him whisper a very breathless, very dorky “Yes!” behind me.
accidental | na jaemin
PAIRING: non-idol!jaemin x fem!reader GENRE: fluff WARNINGS: none SYNOPSIS: you go on a blind date with the man you're sure your friend set you up with WORD COUNT: 3.4k
"Have you still not considered the date?" Your friend Yeji whines as she drops onto your bed behind you. For the past few days, she's been incessantly asking you to go on a blind date with one of her friends.
"I don't think I have the time to go on dates right now." You say, turning your body towards her from your desk chair. Your job is ruthless during this time of year, and you don't want to think about the awkward first parts of dating right now.
"Come on, Y/N, I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think he's worth your time. Just set aside a few hours for this date, and then you can just forget about it if he's not the one for you. I'm not asking for much, please?" She pouts as she sits up to face you.
Yeji perks up as she watches you mull over the idea. When she put it that way, it couldn't hurt, right?
"Fine." You respond as you squint at her, but she doesn't notice as she jumps to hug you.
"Oh, thank you! I promise you, I'll stop bugging you after this!" Yeji says once she pulls away from the hug. You smile at her enthusiasm. "I'll tell him to arrange a date for tomorrow, and I'll text you the details soon."
Yeji: He said to meet him at Namsan Park at noon. Just wait in the parking lot.
You look at the text as you get out of your Uber. You debated texting Yeji if she could at least tell you what your date was wearing.
"Excuse me?" You hear a slightly deep voice from behind. You turn to see a boy with sharp features and an inviting, tight-lipped smile. His brown hair was parted on the side, and he wore a black denim jacket over his white shirt, with lightly washed jeans. You notice a camera in his hand.
"Yes, can I help you?" You ask, putting your phone on Do Not Disturb before turning it off. He must be a photographer. Shame, if only he were my date.
"Are you..." He scratches his neck as he looks down, "uh, my blind date?" He says, bringing his eyes back to yours. Your breath hitches. Why didn't Yeji say she knew such a beautiful guy before?
"Oh, yes! I was told to meet you here." You respond excitedly to calm his nerves. He brings his arm back down and smiles lightly.
"I'm Jaemin." He introduces. His name is sweet and fits him, you think.
"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you." You smile. He looks down at the camera he's holding and brings it up for you to see.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing my camera. I like photography." He says, gesturing for you to walk with him down the trail.
"Oh no, I don't mind. Have you been doing it for a while?" You ask, turning to look into his big eyes. This surprises Jaemin, who thought you would judge him for his hobby.
"I've been doing it for a year or so. I find it's been a good way for me to relieve stress." He looks up at the bright sky as he responds, feeling himself blush.
"That's nice. I haven't found something to keep my stress in check, so I'm happy you could." Your kind words make Jaemin smile at himself. Why didn't Giselle say she knew such a beautiful and sweet girl before?
"I hope you're hungry enough to eat?" Jaemin asks. You hadn't realized that the two of you were walking towards a café with a lovely patio. You just nod in response. You skipped breakfast as your nerves were going crazy this morning, but now that they have subsided, you can feel the hunger you'd been ignoring.
Jaemin asks the waitress if you two could occupy a table in the patio, which she allows, and hands the menus to him. He rushes towards the chair you walk up to so that he can pull it out for you, causing you to giggle and mutter a thanks. He just bows slightly, giggling along as he settles in his seat.
"My roommate says the fried chicken sandwich is really good here. What better opportunity to eat here than with a pretty girl?" Jaemin smirks playfully. He seemed to be the teasing, playful type.
"Yet you didn't even know how I would look like. Would you have used that line if I wasn't how you would have liked me?" You ask as you playfully roll your eyes at him.
"No, I wouldn't have said you were a pretty girl. I'm lucky you are." He winks at you, and you feel flustered. He seems so sweet, but this side of him excites you.
The waiter comes to take your orders, and once she leaves, Jaemin asks you about your job. When you say your company's name, his jaw drops.
"You're kidding, right? I work in the building right across from it!" He exclaims, and you gasp in response. "I can't believe I've never seen you during rush hour or lunch hour."
After your coffees arrive, Jaemin asks to take a picture of them, which you agree to. You watch as he moves the cups and looks through his viewfinder to find the correct angle.
He utters a slight hum of satisfaction as he clicks his camera, the photo deemed good enough. He raises his head with a slightly hesitant look.
"Can I take a picture of you? Maybe I can impress you." He smiles, and you giggle as you agree. You hold your cup and lean forward, turning your head to the side at Jaemin's instructions. "If you like these photos, you'll have no choice but ask for more photoshoot dates." He jokes, causing you to lose composure and laugh, which he also snaps.
He looks through the photos and shows you what they look like. The digital camera quality elevates the photos' cute look. Your pose wasn't awkward, and the background of the bright sun on the trees made you look angel-like to him.
"Oh, they look so good! You're a serious photographer, huh? Maybe I should call you for my next posts." You say as you jokingly stroke your chin. "Delete the ones where I laugh though, I don't like how I look in those."
"What? Why? I think you look adorable." Jaemin pouts as he brings his camera towards him, looking at your photos. You blush as he smiles lightly while looking at the pictures.
Just then, the waitress brings your food. Jaemin asks to take photos of the food, and you nod fervently. You pull out your phone to take a picture of the food, too.
As you finish taking photos of the food, you notice how focused Jaemin is on his own images. You take a picture of him looking through his camera to keep for yourself. He looks up once he's done.
"Let me take a photo of you now." You smile, hoping he didn't see that you already took one of his. He poses seriously, resting his shoulder on the tables and leaning in it. After a few clicks of your phone's camera, he lifts the sandwich and takes a bite, looking at you to take a photo, which you do while laughing.
You put your phone down to eat, and the two of you talk about your personal lives and interests. Jaemin asks about your life before you started working, from childhood to graduation. You learn he can dance and play piano as well. He's a whole package.
The waitress comes to take your empty glasses and plates, and Jaemin stops her before she can, fumbling with his pocket.
"Could you pack an Americano to go, and would you like anything?" He asks you, to which you shake your head. You remembered his coffee addiction that he mentioned. He pulls out some cash to hand to the waitress, who goes to get the change.
"I didn't even notice that was what you were doing. You shouldn't have paid for me." You say, bringing your arms to your chest. He just laughs and waves it off. "I'll buy the next thing we do." You remark. Jaemin takes note not to let you pay for anything else on this date, so you can repay him by going on another date where he'll pay for everything again.
The waitress comes back with Jaemin's coffee in a to-go cup and his change, which he leaves a few notes. The two of you get up as she cleans your table, and he gestures for you to walk first again.
"I hope walking through the botanical garden doesn't bore you." Jaemin says, turning his neck to you to keep eye contact. You shake your head and smile back at the one growing on his face.
The short walk is relatively quiet, other than the slight laughs exchanged when little kids run past you, screaming out of excitement. The two of you walk close to each other at times, blushing when your hands would brush, but not moving away immediately.
In the garden, your conversations revolve around nature. Jaemin learns about your favourite flowers, while you learn about his parents' garden.
Jaemin felt butterflies in his stomach when you found a certain flowerbed or scene pretty and asked him to take a picture, moving to stand beside him. When he finished, he would tell you to move into frame and instruct you on how to pose, snapping photos. You didn't want to feel like the only one taking photos, so you made him pose and take pictures with his camera.
Usually, Jaemin doesn't let anyone use his camera, especially his guy friends. However, he used the opportunity to stand close to you, showing you how to use it, and put his hands over yours to help you take a good picture.
As the two of you walk back to the entrance, Jaemin has a solemn look on his face. This is where the date is supposed to end, but he doesn't want it to, despite his initial refusal to go on the date.
"You guys have to go, I think we picked out really good girls for you!" Giselle exclaims, sitting on the couch across from Jaemin and Jeno. For the past hour, she and Karina have been begging the boys to go on blind dates with their friends.
"No offence, but I don't trust the girls you'd pick for us. You don't even know what we're looking for." Jaemin responds, quickly looking at Jeno's stern face. Jeno had recently gotten out of a relationship that only Jaemin knew about, and he hadn't healed yet.
"Do you even know what you're looking for? Just trust us, we wouldn't pick someone bad for you." Karina responds.
"I have a hectic schedule right now, but I think you should go, bro." Jeno says to Jaemin. Jaemin looks incredulously at Jeno, but can tell that he's telling the truth. "It can't be that bad."
"I actually had a lot of fun, Y/N, and to be honest, I didn't think I would." Jaemin turns to you once you've reached the parking lot again, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Me too, Jaemin. My job has been stressing me out, and I didn't want to date, but now that I've met you, I really want to see you again." You admit, tucking a hair behind your ear.
"Well, I can't ask for another date without your number, right?" He smiles, pulling his phone out. You give him your phone, and the two of you add your numbers. "Do you have a car, or could I drop you off?" You feel your heart skip a beat.
"Well, I came by Uber, but I don't wanna inconvenience you." You respond, but Jaemin looks at you with an annoyed face, tilting his head.
"There is no way you just said that. Just follow me." He says, walking away, causing you to follow him. You blush, happy to spend more time with the cute boy.
In the car, Jaemin lets you connect your phone to the speaker, and you feel pressure to put on songs you like that you think he'd enjoy. It works, with Jaemin bobbing his head and tapping the steering wheel as the two of you sing along.
As his car approaches your apartment's entrance, you feel sadness. You look at Jaemin, who looks at you with the same reluctance you're sure your eyes show.
"I'll text you when I get home, okay? I think I live just 10 minutes away." He smiles at you, and you nod. You start getting out of the car, and Jaemin rolls down the window as you look at him from outside.
"This might be too soon, but do you wanna meet up for lunch tomorrow?" You ask. It's a work day tomorrow and you know you'll just be thinking about the fact that Jaemin is near you, feeling horrible if you didn't see him.
"Of course. Let me take you to my favourite sushi spot near our offices." Jaemin smiles, and you nod, muttering a goodbye before hesitantly leaving.
You look back as you approach your door, seeing him still watching you, an endearing smile on his face. He waves again, and you wave with a smile before going inside.
You think about him in the elevator and as you walk up to your door. As you enter and wait for Jaemin's text, you call Yeji. The line rings for a bit before she picks up.
"Did you just come back from your date? Oh, how was it!" Yeji asks excitedly. She hopes she made a good decision.
"Oh my god, Yeji, you should have set me up with him sooner! He's the cutest." You gush, and you hear her laugh on the other side.
"To be honest, I didn't think you'd like him that much, but I'm glad you did! I'll have to ask him how it went after this." Yeji says, before you hear a voice call for her from her side.
"Is that Chaeryeong? I'll leave you alone now. I'm gonna get ready for bed. You should too. Good night, and tell Chaeryeong I say good night to her as well." You say after you let out a yawn.
"Alright, good night, Y/N. Let me know anything else that happens." You hear Yeji's smirk and roll your eyes when she ends the call. Before you change your clothes, you text her.
Y/N: Why didn't you tell me he works in front of my office?
Afterwards, you hear your phone start to vibrate. You look at it and see Jaemin calling you, which makes you smile.
"Missing me already?" You smirk as you pick the phone up with uncharacteristic confidence. You hear Jaemin laugh slightly.
"Perhaps. Sorry, I know you're on Do Not Disturb, but I just sent you all the pictures of you and me from today." You hear his voice from the other side. Despite his deep voice, he had a soft, happy tone.
"Oh, really! Let me see them." You say, putting the call on speaker and clicking on his notification. Having already seen the photos from the café, you look at the ones from the botanical garden. Your jaw slightly drops in admiration at how good Jaemin's photography skills are, and you like how the camera makes you look. The photos of Jaemin are also lovely, and you can't help but save everything he sent.
"Oh my god, Jaemin, you might be the best photographer." You say, and he laughs. He had already picked a favourite picture of you to use as your profile picture. He didn't know you were doing the same. "I may need to post these on Instagram tomorrow."
You lie in bed as Jaemin starts to ask for your social media. The two of you are so engrossed in your conversation that you haven't noticed you have no mutuals.
"Yo, why are you still awake? We got work tomorrow." You hear a voice come from Jaemin's side. You assume it's his roommate, Jeno. You didn't realize you had been on call for over an hour, just talking and secretly stalking each other's profiles.
"Sorry, bro. Alright, good night Y/N, I'll wait for you outside your office at lunch time tomorrow." Jaemin starts to whisper, and you smile to yourself, happy to see him again.
"Good night, Jaemin. I can't wait." You whisper back, despite being alone in your apartment. You end the call and charge your phone, smiling as you fall asleep instantly.
Jaemin falls asleep with a smile on his face, too, trying to drown out Jeno's teasing.
In the morning, you're chipper to get ready, wanting to look suitable for your next date with Jaemin, despite your stressful job. You get your fully-charged phone, grab your keys, and sling your bag over your shoulder.
After you lock your door, you turn off Do Not Disturb on your phone. First, you look at your messages and see notifications from Jaemin and Yeji.
Jaemin: Good morning :) Jaemin: I'm excited to see you today!
You smile at the texts he sends you. How is he so happy so early?
Y/N: Good morning, me too!
As you exit the elevator and get into your car, you click on your messages with Yeji.
Yeji: ??? Yeji: What are you talking about? He works in my office Yeji: Oh my god...
Attached is a screenshot of Yeji's messages with someone named Han.
Yeji: How was your date lol Han: She didn't even show up Yeji: What are you talking about Yeji: She said she had a fun time with her blind date Han: Well, it wasn't me
You feel your heart sink. Jaemin wasn't Yeji's friend? Did you accidentally pick each other up?
Yeji: Who did you meet, Y/N?? Y/N: Oh my god, what the heck Y/N: Let me send you his Instagram
You quickly opened Instagram and, since his account was public, you sent it to Yeji before driving to work. Your mind was clouded as you drove, feeling a bit shocked by the mishap.
You quickly get out of your car once you've parked, heading to your desk quickly as you pull your phone back out.
Yeji: Oh, he's cute Yeji: Wait, he's friends with my friends Giselle and Karina, so you don't have to worry Yeji: Was he set up on a blind date, too? Why are Giselle, Karina, and I on the same wavelength Y/N: I never worried, you did
You remember him asking if you were his blind date, so you're sure he was set up by somebody. You put your phone down, trying to clear your head so you could work before meeting Jaemin in a few hours.
Having only finished a couple of documents, you hear your coworkers start to get up, and you quickly turn off your computer before grabbing your bag and heading down to the lobby.
As you step out of the elevator, you glance outside the windows by the door, and you see Jaemin waiting for you in a white dress shirt. Wow, he looks good. You walk out the door and turn towards him, who looks at you in surprise, before smirking.
"Hello, stranger." He jokes, causing you to look at him in shock before giggling.
"Have your friends been crashing out, too?" You ask, and he giggles before nodding, gesturing you to follow him as he walks you to the restaurant.
"Giselle and Karina texted our group chat asking how my date went with someone named Yunjin. I had no idea who they were talking about, so I sent them your Instagram. They said they knew of you from their friend Yeji." He answers, looking ahead as you walk.
"Yeah, Yeji got paranoid when some guy named Han said I didn't go on a date with him, but after seeing your Instagram, she said I didn't need to worry because you were Giselle and Karina's friend." You say, looking into his eyes.
"That's actually crazy. How did we end up stealing each other's dates?" Jaemin says, and the two of you burst out laughing.
"I don't know, but I'm actually happy about it. No offence to the people we were supposed to be with, but I don't think I would've agreed to see anyone else but you. You working and living near me suddenly gives me time for you." You say as the two of you stop outside the sushi restaurant.
Jaemin doesn't say anything, but has a warm smile as he grabs your hand, squeezing it before using his other hand to open the restaurant's door for you.
Blind Date Meet Cutes
'Our friends set us both up as a prank because we hate each other, but now we are going to get revenge by pretending to date and driving them insane.'
Sitting near a random person to try and scope out their date first, not realizing they just accidentally sat next to their date... who is doing the exact same thing.
Realising their date partner is someone they once spent the best night of their life with.
Picking the location for the blind date is a mess because they have such different tastes that the person, who was setting them up, gives up and just sends them the other's contact so they can figure it out.
Neither want to get into a relationship but agreed because everyone kept bothering to just try it, so there's absolutely no pressure on the date... And they get along great.
Both dressing up in extravagant clothing, only to both get rained on and arrive at the restaurant drenched, pathetic messes. They bond over it.
Having an absolutely horrible time on the date and being rescued by someone much cuter.
Getting approached in a restaurant and chatted up. Only an hour into the meal they realize that one of them was supposed to be on a blind date and thought the other was their date... Which they are not.
Being asked to set their crush up on a date and purposely only giving them people they would never get along with, and using it as an excuse to spend time with them.
Realising the other person is their old childhood crush with whom they never had a shot.
Title: Healing Hearts
Fandom: The Pitt
Pairing: Dana Evans x Female Reader (Vet)
Warnings: Mild language, slight anxiety/social awkwardness, blind date setup, flirty tension, minor misunderstandings
Summary: Dana Evans reluctantly agrees to a blind date, only to meet a charming veterinarian who challenges her usual guardedness. Between laughter, small confessions, and an accidental mix-up with their orders, they discover a spark neither expected—but both are eager to explore.
Dana Evans had never been good at blind dates. She wasn’t shy—far from it—but letting someone into her personal life outside the controlled chaos of the hospital felt… unnerving. Her colleagues had convinced her that “someone new” would be fun, but now, sitting at a corner table with a small flickering candle between them, Dana questioned everything.
Across the room, a woman—soft-spoken but self-assured—hesitated as she scanned the restaurant. Dana immediately noticed the faint flecks of fur on her sleeves, the kind only someone who spent their life with animals could accumulate. Dana felt a small smile tug at her lips.
Online dating with a side of catfish 2
Part 1 -> Online dating with a side of catfish. – @konpiii on Tumblr
Blind Date
Ongoing Series - More
Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader
Warnings- Sexual content, swearing, violence. 18+
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"I've missed you too," you spoke into your phone, which was balanced between your ear and shoulder. "We will, I promise we will. Tommy is away next week, so text me," You replied to one of your best friends, Shelley. She was your ex-roommate, and you hadn't seen her for weeks. Too busy with work and family life. Stirring the pasta sauce with one hand, you felt a presence behind you.
Charlie raced through the expansive kitchen, nearly crashing into you as he dashed for the garden. "Be careful, Charlie; there are hot pans," you called after him. "Two seconds," you warned Shelley, as you put your phone on speaker. "Right, I can talk now," you bent down to peer into the oven. Seeing Tommy, John, and your brother enter through the front door.
Open RP
It was an odd encounter... minding your own business and then a woman appears and asks you to go out with someone she knows. She was a young woman, early 20's by best estimation, with light brown hair and two different colored eyes. She introduced herself as Elsie Rose, and she was trying to set someone up on a blind date. There wasnt much information given past that, only that she likes baking and weapons.
The location the young woman gave was a restaurant struggling to decide if it was upscale or casual. Hidden away in the corner sitting in a booth was a tall woman in a black dress and a crimson cloak. Her black shattered eyes outlined in red eyeliner look you up and down, she looks tired. She black lips pull themselves into a faint smile.
Alternative start if you wanna interact with a character under 18
She sat there looking annoyed and tired as she sipped her drink. Such a nice place to drink all alone. She sets her glass down and groans. "Can't believe I let her talk me into this..." she sighs leaning back in the chair