clark kent x shy!reader!!! he’s so smitten with her but she’s so shy and kinda insecure so she tries not to read too much into it until clark is literally holding her face saying he’s in love with her. 😫😣😛
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brown sugar, stomach butterflies, pastry crumbs, quiet longing...
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 clark kent & female!shy!reader
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 after silently pining after you ever since your first day at the daily planet, clark finally tries shooting his shot through a croissant...
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𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 you bet your ass i took this prompt way too literally...
you weave your way through the bustling workplace that is the daily planet, throwing every coworker a soft hello in response to their polite morning greetings. you love it here, despite what your family may believe. they tease you, unable to comprehend how their soft-spoken little girl is able to thrive in such a busy corporate world. you wouldn't of made yourself get this far if it weren't for the people—they were all so lovely.
you approach your desk and settle your bag down with a sigh. with so much to get done this morning, you nearly head off and miss the brown paper bag sitting in the middle of your desk. the sudden smell of a homey bakery sends your senses into a whirl. lois approaches you with a smile, leaning a hip against your desk, arms folded across her chest.
"morning, beautiful. how you going?"
you blush. compliments on your looks meant a lot coming from someone as stunning as her.
"hi, lois, i'm alright. d'you know who left this here? i think it might be some sort of mistake?"
lois smiles knowingly and drags the paper bag closer to you. "definitely no mistake. clark wanted to give it to you himself but he had to run to perry really quick. made a pretty explicit point for me to let you know it was from him," she teases.
you feel more heat rushing to your cheeks and suddenly stare at the bag like it's a bomb.
"clark left this...for me?" you established. lois now forced the bag into your possession, the warm brown paper rustled between your hands. "you bet he did," lois chirped. she left you with a pat to your shoulder, saying something about cleaning up a spill from her sugary coffee.
taking a peep inside, you saw that the bag held an almond croissant from your favourite bakery. you knew it was from your favourite because it had their trademark powdered sugar sprinkled on top. clark remembered.
you bring donuts in every couple of weeks for the staff, sometimes bringing in a coffee for your desk neighbours as well. this was a completely regular, kind, platonic thing to do.
the room suddenly feels like it's watching you. you're not sure why, but you quickly sit down and take a bite of the sweet treat, savouring the flaky pastry and creamy frangipane. fuck.
three quarters of the way through your croissant, clark stumbles in through the elevator, muttering a quick sorry to the person he bumped shoulders with. he spots you, and he knows you've spotted him despite how quickly you whipped your head around, pretending not to notice.
he clears his throat once he's behind you, and you try suppressing the blush that reappears on your cheeks. meekly, you spin around in your chair to face him, licking the powdered sugar from your lips. clark nearly drops dead right then and there.
you're chewing on your bottom lip, smiling. "hi."
clark chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. he eyes the near-finished pastry sitting on top of the paper bag next to your keyboard. you didn't know it was possible for his eyes to light up anymore than they did.
clark pulls up a chair in front of you.
oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
"did i get the right one?" he nodded to the croissant. you turned and looked, now slightly embarrassed that he had caught you actually eating it. clark's gaze flicked to your hands folded in your lap. new nails, he thought.
"yeah, you- you sure did!" you chuckled. kill me.
thankfully, he shot you that charming boyish smile that never failed to make you melt. the one that made his dimples stand out and the corners of his eyes crease.
"i've overheard you mention that you don't have time for breakfast most mornings. and you've also talked about this one bakery having an amazing croissant, so i just...yeah."
butterflies. blush. fuzziness.
"thank you, clark. i just can't believe you went through that effort for me," you hum thoughtfully. his smile softens.
your breath hitches faintly, and the silence is broken by a shrilling ring from the phone at clark's desk. he looks back at it and chuckles, rising from the chair that definitely wasn't his. he swallows.
you nod, "yeah, of course." don't go.
he nods back, those gentle blue eyes lingering on you for another moment before walking off.
the next day it's a jam donut. after that, it's an iced coffee for the humid morning, and after that, there's a breakfast sandwich hot and fresh next to your computer mouse.
lois said it reminded her of a movie protagonist leaving offerings from the human world for some woodland creature he spotted in the forest, trying to befriend it.
she wasn't entirely off. you'd show up to work in the morning and there'd be a treat on your desk, undoubtably from clark, and you'd eat it, carrying on with your day like it was nothing. when your paths crossed later, a single knowing smile exchanged between you like it was your little secret.
it'd been a week since the crossiant, and you'd never had a streak this long for eating breakfast before. however, when you settled your bag down, there wasn't a sandwich, or a coffee, or a pastry. instead, it was a yellow post-it note, clark's handwriting scrawled over it.
11:30, meet me in the break room?
you looked around. he was nowhere to be seen, and you didn't have lois to give you any context this time. for some reason you felt like crying. had you done something wrong? was he gonna ask you to pay him back for everything? did clark expect an almond croissant in return?
you folded the post-it note and tucked it into the top drawer of your desk. you checked your phone; 9:03. great.
you wish you could say you spent the first part of your morning being productive. but the only thought consuming your brain was that yellow piece of paper. god knows how many times you had pulled it back out to look at it.
by the time 11:29 rolled around, you shot up from your chair and took the folded note with you to the break room. the bright lights felt invasive today, as did the noise of the office hustle and bustle.
clark wasn't there when you arrived, so you sat down at one of the two-person tables that didn't have used napkins or chip crumbs on it. your eyes were fixed on the clock, subconsciously twisting the post-it in your hands. 11:32, and it felt like the clock was laughing at you with every tick. finally, the door opened softly as clark stepped in with that damn brown paper bag.
he didn't smile when he saw you. for some reason, he looked nervous.
"hey, i'm so sorry i'm a little late." clark stepped closer, sitting in the chair across from you.
"oh, don't worry about it, it's fine!" you chuckled. thank god.
clark set the paper bag in between you both on the table, then slid it towards you. pastry. almond. powdered sugar.
he wiped his palms on his thighs and swallowed, pushing his glasses up with his index finger, avoiding direct eye contact. you finally felt brave enough to speak up.
he loosened his tie with one hand, then lifted his blue gaze to meet yours. his voice was a gentle murmur.
"i like you. a lot." that was an understatement from his perspective.
you freeze. surely he doesn't mean it like that. you respond in a stutter, "i- i like you too, clark-"
"no, no, no," he shakes his head, "i like you. i thought i was being so darn obvious about it, but the polite smiles and playing the bakery fairy from my part are driving me crazy..."
there's a thumping in your ears. either the start of a headache or your racing heart.
"i just..." clark continues, "i want to know if you feel the same. or at least tell me you've noticed. please..."
a part of you wants to throw up. not because you're disgusted, but because you're overwhelmed. all of the little gestures he'd done for you, all of it was because clark liked you. you were so used to brushing them off, so used to thinking there was no way a guy as sweet as him would pay you any attention like that.
"clark..are- are you sure-"
he stands, slowly, then walks around to where you sat, crouching down next to you. he reminds you of a puppy from this angle, gazing up at you with glossy eyes.
suddenly, clark brings his hands to the sides of your face, his thumb gently tracing over your cheekbone. the thumping definitely wasn't the headache option.
"you're always doing this to yourself..." he whispers, "you get into your own head and think you're undeserving of the good things that come your way. i know there's a little part of you that can't possibly have thought that what i was doing was platonic. i don't know what i need to do to make you believe me...but i'm falling in love with you."
nothing like this had ever happened to you before. it was all so surreal. he could definitely see you blush if he was this close.
without as much as a word, you made the boldest move you've ever made in your entire life.
you place your hands on his broad shoulders and lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. it was quick and nervous, and you immediately pulled back to see if that was okay.
when clark didn't respond right away, you started to make a route to the nearest window you could jump out of. then, just as quickly as you, he pulled you in for another kiss. this one was longer, firm but tender.
you both pulled back breathless, then giggled like teenagers having their first kiss. your nose brushed his. the creases at the corners of clark's eyes looked just as endearing this close.
curiously, you eyed the bag on the table, and lifted the paper to see the almond croissant had a bite or two taken out of it. you giggled.
"i knew your lips tasted like powdered sugar." clark laughed at this, dipping his head to rest on your knee as he remained crouched in front of you, "i eat when i'm nervous..."
your giggling turns into a fit of laughter, and it makes clark the happiest man in the world. when you settle, you move your hands from his shoulders to settle on the sides of his face, just like he did with you. he willingly follows you into another kiss, and you pull away to whisper, "we can share."
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