thinking david corenswet is hot is the most embarrassing reputation ruining annoying thing I could have done tbh like ohhh my god really? tall big muscles dark hair and blue eyes kind man is hot? god fucking really. are you fucking stupid I hate myself. oh you think superman is hot? fucking superman? groundbreaking type shit going on here oh my god heโs tall should we tell everyone heโs tall and his jaw is nice wow she thinks the attractive man is attractive. you and everyone else. is pizza your favorite food too. fuck you. everyone look at her she thinks SUPERMAN is hot boundaries are really being pushed over here should we get her a medal because she thinks Mr Smile is easy on the eyes. โhear me outโ and itโs a fucking marching band. should we call people magazine. vanilla. I DISGUST myself. summer blockbuster. I should be killed
summary: nobody expects the frat boy and the chubby, nerdy girl to ever look in each othersโ direction. but who cares what people expect?
word count: 3.5k
contains: fluff & smut. frat clark the wonderful gorgeous sassy little gentleman, reader is a weird literary nerd, lois lane being kickass propaganda. college kids being pretentious to turn each other on, my fav. some talk of drinking/being drunk, fraternity parties. clark and reader uhaul lesbian tf outta each other, first kiss/boyfriend trope. *piv, protected sex, light and bubbly and sweet because ughhhhโฆ *no use of y/n
a/n: well yes, @intwoweeks ! i love frat clark, if you guys want more i will definitely do more with himโ fics, blurbs, whatevs. hope you like ;)
If we asked anyone to explain how you and Clark Kent went well together, they would be at a loss for words. From the outside, it justโฆ didnโt make sense. But then again, neither of you really made sense as individuals. That is, you didnโt fit into boxes in the way college kids like to.ย
Clark was a brother in Alpha Gamma Rho. He was a backwards-hat, cut-off tank kind of guy. The legend of AGR keggers because he never seemed to get drunk. The very same legend who held doors for everyone, even if it made him late. You could see Clark mowing down brothers on the frat lawn in a game of tackle football, or studying with a pair of crooked, taped glasses in the library. Sometimes he was pulling senior pranks, parking cars on roofs or wrapping an office in Christmas paper. Other times he was exercising his secret duty of negotiating with campus police when a party was coming up, bringing them donuts and promising no problems, if theyโll only let it run its course. Needless to say, the farmboy wore many hatsโ but he had a core that was simple. Warm, thoughtful, passionate love. Intentional care. Remarkable intelligence. Those were just a few things that you loved about Clark.ย
And youโ well, who could ever figure you out? The girl with no solid shtick. President of the literature club, occasional peer tutor through the university library, who could often be found committing drunken karaoke offenses at the off-campus bar with your friend and roommate Lois. Nobody would be shocked to see you in fishnets and lacy black everything one day, and mary janes and a denim skirt the next. You walked with your head down and iPod blasting on school sidewalks, but you managed robust debates in class. You even put on the bulldog mascot suit and rushed the field during your sophomore-year homecoming game, because your public speaking professor (assistant coach of the MetU team, coincidentally) offered anyone a pass on the final presentation if they had the guts. When your peers would walk by and see you either hiding in a novel or handing out bookmarks for your club, no one batted an eye โ because you were just that girl who did anything. Knowing everyone, yet knowing no one.ย
It seemed every expectation of you both was subverted by another facet. Multi-dimensional in a one-note world. College isnโt always the place for fully-formed people like that, but perhaps it can be good for finding each otherโฆ canโt it?
You and Clark worked from the beginning.
He liked you when he found you standing in the corner of one of his frat parties, cradling a vodka cranberry (heavy on the vodka) with glazed eyes, staring over the sea of bodies like someone had personally offended you. He thought your dopey frown was sweet. You both remembered that night like it was yesterday.
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โWhatโs the matter?โ Clark had cooed, sauntering over with an empty beer bottle and a torturous little smirk on his face. His eyes were green and bright like the light across from Gatsbyโs dock. You loved Gatbsy. Your drunken self thought of Gatsby religiously. Something about drinking and prohibition, and then the thought train justโฆ
โMy one friend dragged me here, and I think sheโs gettinโ her face chewed over there,โ you slurred, pouting, as a black-polished nail pointed across the party to another corner near the kitchen. Your good friend Lois, the only friend you had, really, had a guy in a jersey shoved up against the wall like she wore the pants in that makeout.ย
Clark snickered and rested his elbow on your shoulder, laughing softer when you tried to wrestle out from under it. โYouโre friends with Lane? That canโt be right. Lois is wildโ and sheโs here all the time. Iโve never seen you before.โ
You lifted your buzzing head and rolled your eyes, sipping your drinkโ nearly missing the straw, and chasing it with your tongue. โYeah, well, she needed a resume booster and I needed to get out of the house.โ
Clark grinned at your soft mushing words, and he jutted his chin out with a curiously furrowed brow. โHow many of those have you had, shortie?โ
With a disgruntled scoff, you deflected: โMโnot short!โ
โRight, youโre just tall among hobbits,โ Clark said, and he sat against the windowsill beside you.
He took a second to look you over that night. You had on quite the mix: a dainty little silver necklace that would nod to self-discipline, but it was bracketed by a denim jacket filthy with button pins screaming of new wave and half-niches. A little square neck tank that revealed a freckle by your collarbone. Army green cargos that rose low enough to squeeze the chub of your hips and tummy. Your boots had to have a platform at the very least one inch tall, he deduced, because they were serious and you were still short. And to top it off, there was a plum rim around your lips but a soft, neutral center, which meant you had lipstick on at some point, and had drank it all off.ย
All of your small contradictions mixed with your very suspicious glances at him made his heart thump, and he knew then and there that he could see you sitting across from him at diners and nuzzling into his neck at theaters. He saw you kissing his cheek, he saw you crying over a test, he saw you waking up with tank top straps slipping from your rounded shoulders and yawning like a cat. He saw you with him, the little romanticโฆ
โYโknow, you donโt look like a frat party kind of girl.โ
โI do what I want,โ you scrunched your nose, โNothing means anything anyway.โ
โOh, do I detect a little nihilism, shortie?โ Clark teased.
You swatted his shoulder and whined, โI am not short! And do you even know what that word means?โ
โWhat, you think Iโm an idiot?โ
โWho coined nihilism?โ you sneered, leaning down a bit to study his eyes, to see if they shifted.ย
Clark tipped his head back and craned up, giving you a knowing grin. โNietzsche. But that one guy Jacobi was the first guy to bring it up, Nietzsche just made it big. There was that other guy who wrote about it in Fathers and Sonsโฆโ
โTurgenev,โ you suddenly smiled, the drunken judgement slipping away. โYou know your depressing Germans!โ
โAnd Russians,โ he hummed, smiling wider. Your eyes were big as the moon, and his heart felt like it could seize at any moment. He had to find a way to keep you. โWhatโs your name, smartypants?โ
By the way you smiled, it was clear you preferred that nickname.ย
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It was unusual, following that fateful encounter. Usually in college you get the couple who dances around each other for years, or you get the two horndogs who canโt even wait until the first date. For you and Clark, it just startedโฆ shapeless.ย
You were too drunk to walk home that night, and so was Lois, so instead of letting you crash with all the other drunkies on the ground floor of the AGR fraternity, Clark personally put you both up in his room. He slept in his buddy Oliverโs room next door, in case he heard any creepers try to catch you or Lois offguardโฆ or if he heard any puking. Then, when he expected to find you embarrassed the following morning, you were simply precious. A perfect, whiny little picture of a hangoverโ asking him shamelessly for McDonaldโs and hogging his mattress until the fog cleared. When he asked Lois if youโre usually so fond of quick friendships, she just raised an eyebrow and said, โDonโt be stupid.โ
And you liked him from the start, too. Letโs get that straight.ย
You didnโt really want to, because the reputations of frat guys seemed to lean towards accuracy in most casesโ but you couldnโt deny that they could be brutally attractive. When he stalked over with a Sharks cap on backwards, pretty little curls of chocolate peeking out at the nape of his neck, flexing those annoyingly toned arms under an AGR short-sleeve, you felt heat creep up the back of your neck. If you werenโt drunk, you might have been a bit more stuttery. But it was when he gazed up at you like a puppy whilst dropping all kinds of specialized knowledge on philosophy, the soft timbre of his tone cutting through the egregious EDM shaking the house, you felt the butterflies making your toes curl in your boots. He was sweet, non-threatening, and he smiled like a wolf. Something in your gut told you that Clark Kent was hiding a whole lot of beautiful behind that brotherhood insignia on his chest.ย
It took you two all but a week to fall disgustingly in love, because Clark fell first, and he was a self-starter.ย
He found you at the library the day after your drunken romp at his house and brought you a coffee (his brothers felt the urge to adopt you as their pet, by the way, when they found you rummaging like a racoon through the fridge and Clark sitting on the counter behind you, staring with hearts in his eyesโฆ and Lois asleep at his side.) The day after that, he bribed Lois with five bucks to tell him you would be leaving the literature club at four. He walked you to your tutoring shift. The next, he almost breached the creepy line when he used the student directory at the tutoring center to find your dorm numberโฆ but you didnโt mind when he showed up with Chinese food and that God-given grin.ย
Then the week was up again, and there was another AGR party. You were formally invited that time; he snuck you up to the roof through a series of window-hoppings, and he kissed you when you were in the middle of a rant about women writing under male pseudonymsโฆ
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โAnd did you know that they didnโt even let George Eliot get buried in Westminster? All that judgement for being a female writer, and then the thing with her husband dying and finding a new lover, and the Church said no, so now sheโs buried in Highgate and sheโs never been moved! Such bullshit, because she literally redefinedโโ
Clark couldnโt take it. Your eyes did this special thing when you got angry over book stuff, this little flashโ like someone was starting up a lighter, over and over againโ and it made his knees weak. He lurched forward as if he had no control over the urge, and he pressed his lips to yours in a manner that didnโt match the preceding; gentle, like he might hurt you if he wasnโt careful. His big palms, a bit rough around the curves, cradled your cheeks, and he smiled when he felt the way you sucked in a little breath, like he made you lose your place in thought.ย
You didnโt even pull away, you only let your lips brush his as you asked, "What are you doing?โ
โI think Iโm in love with you,โ he said, like an absolute idiot. But he wasnโt one. If any girl would take that kind of truth bomb well, it would be you. He knew that for sure.
You nearly knocked him on his back with how excitedly you kissed back, lips slotting against his eagerly and unorganized, head tilting from left to right, trying to find the right way, the right pace, the best feeling. He knew within a second of your sloppy mouth that you had probably never kissed anyone before and were dying to figure it out.ย
โEasy, easy!โ he chuckled, passing his fingers through the strands of hair around your face. โJeez, Einsteinโโ
โShut up,โ you giggled, pulling back. Your eyes were on fire in a whole new way. โYou love me?โ
โProbably,โ he hummed. Definitely.ย
โI love you,โ you countered.ย
โYeah?โ
โItโs probably too soon,โ you reasoned, eyes drifting to his lips like they were a magnet.ย
โYeah,โ he breathed.ย
โMaybe weโre moving really fast,โ
โMaybe.โ
โWhat would I be?โย
โMy girlfriend.โ
โAnd youโd be my boyfriend,โ
โHopefully.โ
โAnd you want that?โ
โSure I do.โ
โYou donโt think I'm fat?โ
โWhat?โ Clark mumbled against your skin, because he couldnโt take it anymore. He could volley your questions with his lips on your neck. โStupid questionโฆ I like how much you weigh, and if you lose a pound Iโll be pissed.โ
โIโve never had aโ mmfโ a boyfriend before,โ
โThatโs fine,โ a kiss.
โI might get needy,โ
โMm, please doโฆโ a nip.
Your eyes fluttered when his hands slipped into your back pockets, squeezing happily. โI have a lot of hโฆ homework, all the time,โ
โSo do I.โ
โI vote in every election,โย
โMhm, so do I,โ a squeeze.
โI want to write books for a living, even if it means Iโm poor,โ
โI have a family farm back homeโฆ wonโt ever have to worryโฆโ
โI- I want to have kidsโฆ three kids and two dogs,โ
โFarmโs definitely big enoughโฆ they better have your eyes, cutie.โ
โMmfโโ It got hard to think when his teeth scraped behind your ear. โAre you even listening? Youโre talking crazy,โ
โThree kids, two dogs, active citizen of democracy, Iโll keep you fed and pretty andโ mm, is this new perfume? โ nโ you love me?โ
โOh, godโฆ yes.โ
โGood. Then weโre both crazy.โ
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So, it worked. Nothing you said turned him off or away. He practically knew what you were thinking before you said it. Clark didnโt have to learn to anticipate your every move, he just did. And you seemed to read his mind, although that wasnโt so innate as it was easyโ it was all over his gorgeous, gorgeous face.ย
It was one of those things where you seemed to just fit like interlocking fingers. Every strength, every weakness, they melded into a trade of wills. Where he couldnโt, you could, and you shared life like a milkshake. One straw and a lot of kissing between sips.ย
Your first time was in your shared dorm room with Lois, when you remembered to lock the door but forgot to deadbolt it, and so she had the misfortune of opening it up and finding the two of your startled into fits of laughter, hiding from her grumblings about โboysโ and โprivacyโ:
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You really had never felt anything like it before, and whatever bad porn you watched or had seen in artsy movies did not do it justice. Or, maybe it was just Clark.
Clark had you pressed into the mattress under two hundred and twenty pounds of soft, twisting muscle, his hands wrapped around your back and digging into your sides. You werenโt sure youโd ever be small enough to hold, but maybe you just needed a bigger guy all this time. Everything in proportion, right?
And god, he was a whiner. Clark rutted into you in what shouldโve been little motions, but he was so genuinely large that any thrust made your legs shake. It was quite a struggle getting the condom on, actually, because he was so anxious to be sweet with you that his hands shook. You had to roll it on for him, and you couldnโt help but laugh at his blushing cheeks.ย
โOh, god, baby,โ he whimpered, nibbling at the joint of your neck and shoulder as the plush heat of your walls throbbed around him. โOh my god, oh my godโฆโ
You were a hot mess, burning up and completely eager. Every grind was met with a buck of your hips, your knees hitched high and your fingernailsโ purple this timeโ digging into the meat of his back. For a first timer, you had no reservations. You moaned into the dampening hair behind his ear, โHo-oly shit, Clarkโฆโ
His hands rushed to touch every inch of your back and sides as he lifted himself up a bit and gazed down at you. His chain dangled against your lips and he watched as you took it in your mouth, passing it between tongue and teeth, batting those sinful lashes up at him. He scrunched his face up with a weak desire and tucked a hand under your knee, opening you up that last bit before driving into you with a force that managed to compromise speed and safety. Just as his hands kneaded your tummy, just as your hands twisted the sheets up, just as the two of you were begging and pleading and whining like little vocal twin flames, Lois unlocked the door and froze in the doorway.ย
You startled immediately and Clark flopped on top of you, his first concern to cover you from whoever it was. But a poor moment of judgement caused him to keep going, even when Lois burst into a flurry of curses.ย
โJesus Christ, you guysโ oh my god, somebody shouldโve just told me, I wouldnโt have come home, couldnโt even put a fucking sock on the door like civilized peopleโ oh my god, are you still going? Fuck, guys, ew! Privacy! Privacy in my own dorm room, that's all I ask! Boys in the room, thereโll never be boys in the room she saidโ oh, Christ, someone text me when itโs over!โ
You devolved into helpless, shocked laughter as she babbled herself out and locked the door again, and Clark smiled into your chest as he made you punctuate every giggle with a moan. He couldnโt get enough of the way you soundedโ it was breathy, like a whisper, until it hit harder and your pleasure reached a low register, whiny and hungry. He wanted to chase it out of you until you had no sound left. And he didโ until your back arched, until the condom simply couldnโt take any more, until your eyes fluttered shut and wouldnโt open again, until your body twitched and slumped and every other word either sounded like โClarkieโ or โLove you.โ
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No matter what first came to pass, or whatever college threw at you, Clark didnโt budge. He knew it when he sought you out at that party. He knew you were the stroke of good luck heโd never find again. So, he kept you. Good choice, because he got a free tutor out of it- not that he needed it. The perks were really just making out in the library.ย
He met your parents after a couple months, and they gushed over him. The homegrown farmboy had the good sense to bring flowers, and your parents kept them on the sill for weeks until they wilted to nothing. You showed him your childhood room, and he nearly cried at a little list of birthday wishes you had pasted next to your vanity, to which you laughed and accused, โYou sap.โ
Then it was his turn; he took you home on break to the farm, and his parents nearly gave Marthaโs ring over on the spot. You received five pie recipes free of charge. Jonathan Kent gave you a rigorous tour of the farm, and he even let you brush the horsesโ one of which sneezed on your nice blouse. Clark took you into town for a new one and you got to see all the places he grew up in, and then you nearly cried, and all he could do was kiss you and tell you just how pretty you looked with grass in your hair.ย
Clark bought you exactly one second-hand novel a week, and you wrote him little poems on scraps of paper and tucked them in every place possible, so that when he went through life, heโd find it unexpectedly, and remember that wherever he was, you were, too.ย
He went to the slam poetry night your club hosted. You were crowned kegger queen to his kegger king at a particularly rowdy party. His brothers threw you a birthday party and got you delightfully drunk, so you could enjoy a childhood birthday wish of stargazing at midnight next to a cute boy. Said cute boy had to usher his friends to bed just so he could consummate the day you were brought into the world properly (and it was better than the first, somehow.) When you woke up the next morning, hungover in his bed, you smiled to yourself. Your tank top strap slid down your arm. He pushed it up.ย
It didnโt matter on your shy or outgoing days, or when you felt dark or light. It didnโt matter when he had to put on the โbrotherโ face and do the stupid shit fraternities do. What mattered was that he protected your heart in a little box, and just when it felt like maybe you two wouldn't meet on some small level, you did. It was synchrony. It was easy.
And you know what? It didnโt have to make sense. You two were the odd couple. Soulmates exist like flames in the eyes of girls who float in the wind. He was yours, backwards hat and all, and there was nothing easier than that.
iโm such a fake ana i mean i definitely think too much about the cals in food and stress about the way my clothes fit when iโm sitting and weigh myself on a smart scale every morning and have that number on my home screen of my phone and log my meals and take the 7 flights of stairs five time a day and touch my bones through my skin and body check in window reflections when iโm walking around the office