Synopsis: In which Clark and y/n torment the office with their slow burn romance.
Pairing: Clark Kent x black!fem!reader
Genre: Boy attempts to pursue girl. Girl runs for the hills. They’re both hopeless.
Warning(s): A very corny love story.
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I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me.
“I feel like I’m going insane.” You mumbled to yourself.
You had a late start to your morning due to your stupid alarm and you weren’t able to get breakfast. Everyone in the office had been tip toeing around you as to not add to whatever problems you were dealing with now.
That is until Clark Kent walked right up to your desk.
He had a bright smile on his face and while it seemed he sensed your off put mood he simply didn’t care. He tapped on your shoulder and you managed to get your head out of your work and turned to face him.
“What?” You hiss, almost hostile, arms crossed and eyes focused on him solely. Missing the items he held in his hands.
“Food and coffee.” Clark said softly holding his hands out to give them to you. Your mouth was now agape and your eyes lit up as you looked at the meal before looking back up into his warm eyes. Your eyes flickered down to the store name on the bag as you take the food from his hands.
“WAIT… Is this from that one boujee cafe way up the street.” You say excitedly.
“And you got my coffee order perfect. Clark, I will literally love you for the rest of my life.” You say after taking a sip, feeling renewed and a smile gracing your face for the first time today.
“Anytime n/n.” He assured, a bit caught off guard, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck awkwardly before moving to find his seat just 2 down from her.
Behind them watching the interaction were Jimmy and Lois. They made eye contact before laughing and returning to work. This peaceful working environment lasted for 5 seconds before Jimmy got up and walked over to Y/n.
“So Y/n… got any plans tonight.” Jimmy says dragging his words out and speaking a bit loudly. You raise an eyebrow concerned for his mental health before responding.
“Not really, probably play some music at home and just vibe.” You say smiling.
“Well… Me, Lois, and Clark were wondering if you wanted to join us later on and head down to the new jazz club up the road.
“Umm?? Yess?? Absolutely! I’ve been saying I was gonna stop by but I kept putting it off.” You say laughing softly.
“Glad to hear it! See you guys later.” He says before heading back over to his desk. You were sure he was conspiring with Lois, if the hushed whispers and the occasional giggling were anything to go off of.
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Caption: Finishing up some work before it’s time to get ready!
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You had shown up early, excited for the night out with your favorite coworkers. Your outfit consisted long gold dress decorated in intricate patterns and some sleek low heels that hid under the feet of your dress. You had enhanced the outfit with gold jewelry had some gold body glitter spray.
While entering and triple checking that you had everything, your lipgloss falls out of your purse. To your surprise a hand reaches down and grabs it before you can. Upon looking up you make eye contact with the one and only Clark Kent.
Clark gave a shy wave and a small smile as you smiled softly in response. You guys were now settled at a table, waiting for the others and just taking in the atmosphere before you got a message from Lois saying she had some editing to finish up at the planet and that it would take a while.
You were a bit suspicious but just laughed softly showing Clark the text. It didn't come as much of a surprise when Clark received a text from Jimmy saying that he wouldn't be able to make it either.
“So they arranged this for it to just be us, huh?” You noted thoughtfully but not upset.
“Um yeah… I suppose so.” He responds like the two of you have never spoken before, hints of his country accent seeping through due to his nervousness.
“You’re lucky I like you Clark.” You teased, chuckling as you get up to get a drink from the bar and Clark trails behind you.
Later into the evening you had somehow ended up on the dance floor, Clark just sitting and watching seemingly in awe.
The way you moved almost had him in a trance. When you turned you had made eye contact with him and immediately waved him over to join you.
He shot up from his seat before making his way beside you on the dance floor. You just smiled and laughed as you reached out your hands for him to grab them.
You were now trying to find him some rhythm because he was just out here embarrassing himself and you. The two of you laughed as he moved a bit stiffly and stumbled and then laughed harder when you tripped over his foot.
"Clark... There's absolutely no way." You laughed as your chest started to hurt. He tried to respond but couldn't get any words out through his own laughing fit.
He eventually found something... or well he had a bit more pep in his step and you guys ended up dancing the night away. At some point in the night you found yourselves walking side by side down the sidewalk.
“Tonight was really fun.” You spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Yeah?” Clark whispered, almost breathless, with a knowing smirk on his face.
“Yeah.” You confessed rolling your eyes in a playful manner.
And if we go some place to dance. I know that there's a chance. You won't be leaving with me.
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yourusername my personal photographer aka my bestie
username they’re so adorable
username this is actually a need
c.grant cute!
username not Clark being friendzoned
imanirowe oh queen…
yourusername wait what happened??
username the way the first photo gives couple…
username Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two…
clarkkent date night
username ok y/n appreciation post
username the club being the last photo is frying me sb
yourusername I had so much fun, can’t wait to go on more friend dates with you!!
j.olsen yikes!
username she’s drop dead gorgeous
username ok im writing a fic like i can't take this anymore
username And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"…
Dailyplanet workplace romance?
username ok so my ship is finally sailing
username when is it my turnnn
username fork found in kitchen??
j.olsen well!
username the way nobody is shocked...
username I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before…
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And though it's just a line to you for me it's true and never seemed so right before.
"So y/n, did you see what was published on the planet earlier?" Jimmy teased mischievously, eager to stir up trouble.
"Umm no? Was it something important?" You questioned, brow raised, while sitting down and signing into your computer.
"You could say that..." He trails off and you immediately narrow your eyes in suspicion. You now put some pep in your step as you make your way over to your computer.
“Want to explain the mischievous look on your face before I find out for myself?” You said side eyeing him. He just smiles innocently, well as innocently as anyone named Jimmy Olsen could, before turning back to his computer.
You knew he was just pretending to be busy but you let him off the hook and signed into your computer to go see the reason behind his weird behavior.
“Sooo… who was gonna tell me that this was happening?” You inquired aloud so everyone in the office could hear you. The chatter ceased and everyone just looked at each other, avoiding looking in your direction. In the midst of the silence Clark had entered the room.
“Good morning, what’s happening in here?” Clark says noticing the awkward atmosphere.
“Well Clark, it seems our co-workers thought it was a good idea to post an article of us and title it workplace romance.” You say now crossing your arms.
“Are we opposed to it being posted or the romance aspect of all this?” Clark replied as he sat down at his desk and turned his rolly chair around. His legs were spread as he crossed his arms, eyebrow now raised.
You stood there silently for a moment, taking the scene in before you were reminded where you were.
“I see you didn’t bring me a coffee this morning?” You say dodging the question fully.
“Are you avoiding the question?” He remarked, words laced with amusement.
“And you know I hate the coffee from the cafeteria…” You go on continuing to talk around the question.
“How about a lunch date?” You looked at him before cocking your head to side.
“I’ll make it up to you?” He added shortly after.
“Alright then, I’ll hold you to it Mr. Kent.” You sang before making your way back over to your desk, hips swaying with every step. The whole office seemed to be frozen in silence before the commotion and conversations resumed.
Even though she was doing a good job at maintaining her composure his question from earlier continued to weigh on her mind. She found she wasn’t bothered very by the idea of her and Clark in a relationship, much less the idea of him being in love with her and a secret third thing she had no intention of speaking into the world.
This was going to be a long day.
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true.
taking a break from actually writing to ponder the idea of trying to give johnny the silent treatment as punishment after an argument (not mature i know, i know, but i'll be honest...guilty, your honor) but he's being so annoying about it that you're actually just punishing yourself.
All dramatic sighs and longing looks as he corners you when you're about to leave for work. "Just one kiss, bonnie, please. Ah'll do anythin'. Please." With those stupid bright blue puppy eyes staring you down as you try to avoid his gaze. But he'll just tilt his head down to aim for your lips while saying, 'please' *failed kiss* 'please' *oh he managed to get your cheek there* 'please, sweet lass, c'mon.' until you just have to just give in and let him kiss you so you aren't late for work.
oh and while you're there, he'll send you flowers. the biggest flower arrangement he could order online. he had to put down a down payment.
and his desperation for you apparently has no reprieve, because just before you turn out the light on your bedside table so you can go to sleep in the tense silence you planned, his hand reaches over to grasp your arm and halt your movement.
"Ah ken ye dinnae feel like talkin', but we can still...ye know..." You shoot him a look as his hand begins to creep over to touch your thigh beneath the covers, and his eyes turn pleading as he continues "Ye don' even have te say anythin' durin' et! Just lemme-" *smack to his hand* "LASS, PLEASE"
