#dimples

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[tinyyfairyyk]

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[mcu-binge]

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader Word count: 705

Summary: You bump into your ex while grocery shopping with Clark. He swoops in with a surprise kiss, a calm, confident “boyfriend” act that’s so convincing it leaves you breathless.

Tags: confident!Clark

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“Can I walk you home?” Clark asks as I gather my things from my desk.

“Not unless you wanna go grocery shopping too. I have nothing left in my fridge,” I reply, my tone exhausted from looking at my screen all day.

“I’ll join, I need cereal.” He says with a sweet smile. We leave the Daily Planet together and talk about the leads we’re chasing.

We arrive at the grocery store and I grab a cart setting my bag in it.

“I’m gonna run to the back and grab some milk,” he says and walks ahead of me.

I’m in the pasta aisle debating between penne and farfalle when I hear it:

“Wow. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

I freeze. That voice. That smug, self-satisfied voice I used to think was charming but now makes me want to throw a can of chickpeas.

I turn slowly.

Yep. Him. The ex. Loafer-wearing, ghosting-after-nine-months, “I’m just not in a place to give you what you deserve” him.

I grip the box of pasta like it’s a weapon.

“Hey,” I say, trying for casual. “Small city.”

He gives me a once-over. “You look good. Different. Still shopping for your ‘sad girl meal prep’ Sundays?”

I blink. Is he serious?

“Just grabbing groceries after work,” I say flatly.

He steps closer. Too close.

“Well, it’s nice to see you. We should—”

Then I feel it. A hand, warm and steady, sliding around my waist like it belongs there. A familiar scent clean, soft, like cedar and sunshine. And then Lips, soft sweet lips. Clark’s lips.

On my lips. A soft, deliberate kiss that shuts everything down in my brain.

“Hey, babe,” he says against my skin, his voice lower than usual. Calmer. Steady. “Sorry I took so long, but they did have your oat milk in stock.”

I blink up at him.

This is not dorky Clark who tripped on a filing cabinet This Clark is tall, solid, unbothered. His arm stays around me like he means it. He turns to my ex like they’ve met before and Clark already won.

“Oh,” my ex says, clearly thrown. “I didn’t realize you were…”

Clark smiles. Not his usual sheepish smile. This one’s controlled. Confident.

“Clark,” he says, holding out a hand.

There’s a pause before the walking red flag shakes it.

“Didn’t know she was seeing anyone.”

Clark’s smile grows just a little sharper. “Yeah, well. I tend to keep a low profile until I need to show up.”

My knees go slightly weak.

My ex looks at me like he’s trying to figure something out. “This new?”

Clark answers before I can. “That’s none of your business.” I glance up at him. He’s still watching the guy slightly threatening, not so much aggressive. Just… sure. Solid.

And suddenly, I feel like I’m watching someone I’ve never seen before.

“I was just saying hi,” my ex mutters, backing away slightly.

“Well hi,” Clark says, before turning toward me fully, brushing hair from my face, “You want carbonara tonight or that spicy pesto you like?”

I can’t even remember how to spell carbonara right now.

My ex says something else, but I don’t hear it. Because Clark’s gaze is on me now. Steady. Unflinching. And when the ex finally walks away, Clark doesn’t move his hand.

I stare at him. “What… was that?”

He shrugs. “You looked uncomfortable. I heard him and I came over.”

“You kissed me.”

“I figured it would sell the story.” He says with a breathless laugh.

“It sold something, alright.”

He’s quiet for a second. Then he steps back slightly, his hand sliding away.

But his voice, still low, still smooth, says, “I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry.”

I exhale, chest tight. “Where have you been hiding?”

He gives me a small smile. “I just needed the right moment, I guess.” I’m at a loss for words. My lips were still buzzing from the kiss and my head spinning from the whole situation. “Soooo carbonara or spicy pesto?” He asks with a grin. I want to answer with “you” but I’m still processing.

“You’re cooking for me?” I question raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he casually says. “Let’s do this for real.”

“Carbonara then.” I decide and his eyes light up.

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[jaredwalkersam]

"Jared is a rock, he will always kind of ground the scene in a real reality. and then Jared will surprise you, when it comes to giving him comedic moments, he is really on board." - Bob Singer S1 DVD extras