Mastermind pt. 2
| pairing: Clark Kent x reader (co-worker)
| wordcount: 1k
| warnings: obsessive! reader, office romance, mentions of coffee, awkward! reader, yapper! reader, oogling of clark
| summary: Clark, your coworker is just so handsome. And you are scheming up a plan to make the man fall in love with you at least, or die trying. Now, part 2 of your master plan actually seems to be working...?
go read part 1!
Maybe you should ask him to buy you another snack.
But the thought makes your stomach turn, and you can’t tell if it’s in delight or disgust.
You honestly haven’t talked to Clark since your… moment in the break room, and you don’t quite know how you should break the ice. I mean, the two of you are friends, so it shouldn’t really be a problem.
Right?
Your plan didn’t really get past step 1 because you sadly don’t know if you can do step two.
2. Secure a nice date with the man of the hour.
Honestly.
But what the hell, why not try? I mean, the worst he could say is no, right?
So, the next time you see he isn’t doing any work, you make your way to his desk. He is clearly still in focused mode, but when he notices you, his bright, dimpled smile makes its appearance.
“Hey.”
It is just one word but he says it in such a sexy voice you’ve almost forgotten why you came over here. You straighten, having not realized you had sort of melted already.
“Hey, Clark, thank you again for the snack. It was actually my favorite. I don’t know how you-” Relax, girl. He doesn’t need to know how much you talk. “Anyway. Thank you.”
He nods giddily. “Of course. Ma always told me to help someone if they needed help.”
You smile again. Wider.
“Are you free right now?”
He shrugs non-commitally, and you can tell he most definitely isn’t free with the way Perry has been breathing down his neck recently. On top of that, he has another article to finish by tonight.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m free.” He pushes away from his desk with pinked cheeks.
“No one else wants to go to the Bean with me right now, and I was curious if you’d like to come?”
Yes, yes, you took the chicken way instead of going on an actual date with him. You knew Clark would say yes if you phrased it that way because he’s just so kind. Which is fine. You can figure out a date situation later.
The Bean. Every Daily Planet journalist’s direct stream of caffeine. Conveniently located on the entrance to the building, with steep prices and even steeper ways to get the caffeine hit.
While you and Clark make the walk to the Bean, you talk.
And talk.
And TALK.
You’ve now realized that when you are in a moment of awkwardness, or at least when you are awkward, you feel the need to fill the space. And your mouth keeps moving.
Telling stories about your pets, your parents, your childhood. Anything you can think of.
When you get on the elevator, you finally stop yourself. It is silent for a long moment before you finally look at Clark.
He is listening to you with the utmost care in his eyes, concern, and a small quirk of a smile graces his face.
“I’m listening. I’d like to hear more about your dog running away, if you’d like to continue.”
It’s surprising you don’t melt against the elevator at this moment. But you are sure that if you had melted, Clark would just easily catch you and prop you back upright.
He’s such a gentleman.
Slowly, your plan of winning him over sort of slips your mind because of how many stories you are able to fit into your conversation. Clark tells a few of his own, and when you accidentally interrupt him, he just gives you a gracious smile.
As you sip on (both) of your lattes, you sort of study him as he tells of another story. His eyes are on you, his body completely facing you.
He has a shirt on that has a small stain on it, of course, knowing Clark. His shirt is rolled to his forearms, which are braced upon the table. His large hands hold his cup; his fingers occasionally lift from the cup when he gets particularly excited. His dimples shine even more so when he does.
You realize that through your plan, Clark has turned from more of a hallway crush into a full-blown… crush.
I mean, for a moment, it freaks you out.
But it makes sense. Your type has always been a gorgeous nerd in glasses.
You hope that one day you can tell him, but that day is probably really soon. He’s just so easy to talk to, and you’ve already confided your biggest secrets in the man. And even maybe it would be nice to work with the man yo-
“Did you hear me?”
You hadn’t noticed you had gone off in a daydream. Now, you hadn’t heard a word the man had said, too busy fantasizing about him.
“Um- I…” You shake your head no, sheepishly.
He just smiles that dimpled smile, gracing you with all of those pearly whites.
“It’s alright. I really don’t mind.” He checks his watch, and his eyes almost bug out of his head.
“Golly, Perry’ll kill me.” He takes a momentary pause, studying you.
“Before we go back, can I ask you a question?”
You nod, anxiously worrying your lip. It might be a question about why you talk so much, or why you invited him down here in the first place.
“Would you be alright if I took you out to my favorite Italian place?”
It’s like the gods heard your wishes.
Or like you're in a telenovella, and you’ve reached the scene where the man saved the woman from another man.
Your brain catches up with the rest of your body, which apparently decided to give him a way-too-enthusiastic nod. And you nod for a while before you can get yourself to stop.
Dang, your plan works fast.
“I’d love to, Clark.”
You hope it comes out cool and composed because in your mind, it sounds as squeaky as a mouse.
“Perfect, it’s a date.”
And he confirmed it? Are you dreaming? Has someone else taken over your body and put you into a reality show?
You now officially have a date with the one and only Clark Kent.
Eek!
a/n: hi guysssss! Thank you for all the love on part one! I don't really know if I will continue this unless you guys love it so so much. I would always love more tips cause this is still my like first few times writing! Btw I was set up to make this like mastermind by Taylor Swift but I got too into the story and wanted to at least give you a little more!
ALSO requests are open!