Clark Kent x f!Reader
Childhood friends to lovers
wc: 2k
You and Clark have been friends your whole lives. Well, since fifth grade but he likes to round up. Even after he moved to Metropolis and you stayed home to teach in Smallville, you stayed in contact. Now it's Clark's birthday and you’re coming for the weekend. You just didn’t expect that seeing Clark with his city friends would bring up a mix of unexpected feelings.
pt.1->pt.2(coming soon)
It had been almost a year since the last time you saw Clark in person. Sure, he visited his parents all the time but with his job becoming more and more demanding it got harder to find time to meet up. But finally, the stars aligned and both of your weeks off happened to fall right during Clark's birthday.
You had only been to metropolis twice before now, both times for work and were only able to meet Clark for a quick lunch. You didn’t particularly like the city but the idea of Clark showing you all of his favorite spots while looking at you with that adorably cheesy smile made you dismiss all the walking you were about to do this weekend.
The only thing that lingered in the back of your mind was meeting his new friends. Were you going to have anything in common with them?
Your flight into Metropolis landed early in the morning. And as you went down the escalator there he was. Sunrise glowing through the airport windows behind him as he walked towards you, arms stretching out for a hug. Your head hits soft muscles as his arms surround you.
He smells like old paper and spilled coffee.
“Hi Clarky…” Your voice comes out a bit muffled, face still deep in Clark’s shoulder.
“I’ve missed you” He says finally releasing you. He reaches for your suitcase, leading you towards the doors. “We talked last night” He could hear your smile in your words.
He shakes his head at you. “Y’know it’s not the same…” Your suitcase was now in the back of a taxi that Clark hailed as he talked. “I started to wonder if you thought I was avoiding you”
You stared at him with a slightly shocked look. Afterall, that exact thought had crossed your mind. Friends drift apart over time, especially when there’s distance between them, but this was the one friendship you didn’t want to have that ending.
That’s why after almost a month of no calls between the two of you, you were surprised when he invited you over for the weekend.
“Of course not. I know you're busy” You said, smiling up at him." Besides, I'm here now”
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Clark’s apartment is warm. The morning sun seeping through open windows.
Clark’s apartment is warm. The morning sun seeping through open windows. You could tell that he had rushed to clean. None of the shoes next to the door were with their correct pair, there were a few jackets on the couch haphazardly covered with a throw blanket that still has the tag on. You had seen his room back home and college dorm enough times to know that the living room’s natural state probably involved more stacks of papers and scattered books.
It was cute, you knew that his job had been hammering him with work leading up to his week off.
You walked further into the living room, taking a seat on the couch.
Clark walked right past you. Making his way straight into his room along with your luggage.
“Clark?” You got up and walked towards the room.
Just as you reached the door you were met with a smiling Clark.
“What?” He asked, “You didn’t think I'd make you sleep on the couch, right?” He leaned against the doorframe. Bicep bulging under his shirt as his arm curled up. You felt a subtle warmth bloom under your cheeks.
You hadn’t always thought about Clark this way. Each of your parents treated you guys like you were siblings and for a while you did too. It wasn't until junior year of high school that things shifted. You had been pretty upset about being the only one of your friends that didn’t have a date for homecoming and Clark, like always, came to the rescue.
He showed up to your house, bouquet in hand. He even asked your dad for permission beforehand.
“My hero” You had called him when he picked you up the night of the party. He danced with you the whole night. You knew it was dumb. A small gesture between friends. But something about it made you start feeling differently about him. It was like even after years of knowing him it wasn't until that night that you realized how sweet he could truly be.
“You even get your own bathroom” He said, turning, putting his hand behind your waist to lead you into the room. “I’ll move my stuff to the couch after the party..”
Right. The party, tonight.
Suddenly that uncertainty that had been plaguing your mind the whole flight there was present again.
“Are all of your friends coming?” You asked, fidgeting with the corner of the blanket on the bed.
“Only some of them. Well, there's really not that many.” He passed his hand through his curls.
That made you smile. Clark had never been the type to have few friends. He had that charm that attracted people to him.
“Yeah, right” you laughed “Will they all fit in your living room?” you teased him, smirking as you watched him try to come up with something to downplay his popularity.
You pass him walking back to the living room watching him still trying to find the correct words. “No, seriously. I didn't want anything big” He's following right behind you, watching as you sit back down on the couch again. “Just my closest friends”.
‘Closest friends’
You're not the type to get jealous. After almost a lifetime of knowing each other you had both met most of each other's past partners. Even if it hurts a little sometimes. And Clark’s wording made you think that perhaps there would be a little bit of hurt this weekend.
“Well then, maybe we should organize a bit before they get here” You say, moving the brand new throw blanket to uncover two jackets and a blazer.
Clark cringes, blushing a bit. “Can’t hide anything from you, can I?”
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You two spend the day together. After getting both the living room and kitchen to a decent state, Clark confesses that all he’s bought for the party so far was a pack of plastic plates. While supply shopping you kept subtly trying to get Clark to tell you more about his friends but were somehow interrupted every time.
Even back at the apartment as the sun started to set behind skyscrapers. Music gently playing from the record player in the living room. The two of you in the kitchen giggling as you mixed up cocktails that definitely had way too much alcohol.
You loved this so much, but the more you two enjoyed yourselves the faster time passed. Soon there was a knock on the door
You were in the living room, drink in hand, when it happened. ”Jimmy!” You heard Clark from down the hallway. You prepared yourself, meeting one friend at a time shouldn’t be too bad. But then the number of footsteps coming towards you didn't add up. Way too much noise for just two people. Clark comes into the living room along with two strangers.
He makes his way to you. His hand finding its way back onto your waist sending tingles up your spine. “Here she is!”
The only guy in the duo, who you assume is Jimmy, speaks first. “Finally! I was starting to think he made you up” He steps closer extending a hand out, “I’m Jimmy”.
“H-Hi” you managed to get out.
“So you’re who finally got Clark to leave the office” The woman chimes in. “I’m Lois”. She’s pretty, beautiful even. Tall, silky black hair, and so put together. She looks a lot like the type of girl that you’d see Clark with in the past. Instantly your brain started to assume that she would be the reason for your heart ache.
You smile through pleasantries as more of Clark’s friends arrived. You did your best to keep up. “So what do you do for work?” conversation flowed naturally, “I teach kindergarten”. You loved your job, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it would compare to whatever big city job Clar’s friends probably had. Everything was going surprisingly well, until you started to notice. Whenever you started to get a little nervous you instinctively searched for Clark until one of these times you really looked at him.
The party had split into two small groups, chatting and laughing with each other, and alongside Clark was Lois. There he was, smiling like he always does, and Lois’ hand on his arm as she laughed with him.
After that it became harder to ignore their interactions. Every subtle movement and lingering touch. You clinged to your drink a little harder each time, never letting the cup go empty. You knew that it wasn’t just you, other people saw it too.
“You should see them together at work!”
Drink
“Always together”
Drink
“Yeah, they’re a great pair those two”
Drink
A great pair?
You expected this to happen. It didn’t even hurt seeing him with someone else, but the fact that he hadn’t introduced you guys properly. Was he trying to pass Lois off as just a friend? Or had you overestimated how important your friendship was to him. You weren’t kids anymore. You knew that what you were doing was childish. There had been basically no measuring when you and Clark made these drinks and yet here you were on your tenth one.
The party was almost reaching its end as the effects of your drinking started showing itself to you. Faces started to blur. Which did make it easier to interact with people, but you couldn't tell if it was the room that was swaying side to side or you. People started to leave, you found your way to the couch. Leaning your head back you could see down the hallway to the front door. Clark was talking to the last people to leave the party. His tall frame covered almost the entire view of the outside, but when he hugged his friend you could tell who it was. Lois’ perfectly manicured hand resting on his shoulder as he leaned down.
You got up. There had to be something left to drink in the kitchen. Stumbling your way through the small kitchen you filled your cup all the way. As you turned around to attempt a swift return to your corner of the couch you hit a wall.
God you really were drunk. The plastic cup crumpled in your hand, bright red liquid splattering down your dress.
Then the wall started moving.
“Oh! Are you okay?” you looked up, a blurry Clark staring down at you with a concerned look on his face.
“Claaark” your words slurred “I’m sooo sorry” you had noticed a small red stain on Clark's white shirt. You drunkenly attempted to remove it with just your hand. “Hey-Hey, it's fine…” he grabs your wrists, stopping you from spreading the stain any further.
“You got the worst of it” You looked down at yourself. The entire front of your dress was covered in a dark red splotch.
“Oouggh…” you freed yourself from Clark’s gentle grasp on your wrist “I’m such a mess”. You made your way past him. Stripping the wet clothes off as you walked to his room leaving you in just your underwear. “Oh Jeez!” He follows behind you, rushing, taking his own shirt off trying to get you covered while also not looking at you.
You plopped yourself down on the bed, Clark’s shirt half buttoned up on you. He's trying to get you to drink some water but all you have the energy to do is rest your head on his shoulder, mumbling words at him. “I’m so sorry, Clark. I totally embarrassed myself in front of your friends”. He looked at you, compassion in his eyes, he moved a few strands of your hair out from your face. “No, they were mostly out the door when it started” he cupped your face, moonlight making your eyes twinkle as you look at him. “You’re too nice to me” you swing your arm around him, pushing both of you down onto the bed. You snuggle closer to him. “It was nice meeting your girlfriend” His sheets are so soft and he’s so warm. Your eyes start to shut despite your attempts at staying conscious.
“W-What?” He turned to look at you only to be met with your resting face gently breathing in your sleep. Leaving Clark alone and confused. It was physically impossible that he was drunk too so had he just misheard you?
pt.2 coming soon (promise I won't disappear for three years again)
You had a lot of expectations for this summer but falling for Eddie Munson wasn’t one of them~
(2.5k words)
You had hoped that it would be a peaceful last week of school. Or at least as peaceful as it could be, with cheer practice, end of school projects and having to deal with your brother‘s antics which only seemed to worsen as summer got closer. It had come to a point where sometimes you were ashamed of being related to Jason or even the fact that you were ‘friends’ with his friends. You really wished that you could just leave them and join some other group, ‘cause anything would be better than spending time with the jocks. The one thing stopping you was that there really wasn’t any other group that would openly invite Jason Carver’s little sister to join them without fear of being targeted by him and his minions. They basically controlled your whole social life and it infuriated you, daily.
And today wasn’t an exception. You walked down through an empty hall accompanied by your cheer friends, finally having finished with practice and just wanting to go home and rest when their peaceful conversation was interrupted by loud crashing further down the hall.
“Well, there at it again” one of the girls in the group says as she leaned over the corner of the hall. They all scurried to see what the boys were up to again, you had no energy or interest in seeing what Jason had decided to target today but Chrissy, who was hanging into your hand, dragged you along with the rest of the group.
Chrissy pushed through the other girls to be able to see what was going on.
A bunch of guys wearing basketball varsity jackets, Jason in the middle of the group, they seemed to be surrounding something or rather someone. None of you could see who it was due to the position the person was in. Jason spoke as the person stood up, they seemed to be a little taller than the rest of the group but all you could see was a little tuft of dark hair above the group of jocks, “you gonna say something, freak?”
That’s when you figured out who it was.
Eddie Munson.
The one person that Jason had been directly calling ‘freak’ ever since you were both in middle school. You didn’t know a lot about him other than the weird rumors that would circle around the school, but other than that your guy’s contrasting hobbies kept you apart. Yet, even though he was basically a stranger, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him and his friends. As far as you’ve known they had always been one of your brother’s main targets for bullying since he gained popularity.
“I don’t want to watch this”, you whisper to Chrissy who was worriedly looking over one of the girl’s shoulders. “Me neither, you want us to go?”
After agreeing that it would be better to leave you both were able to sneak away from the group and go out through one of the side doors. You both walked through the parking lot towards where you had left your bike in the morning.
“You sure you want to wait for Jason out here?”
Chrissy was accustomed to getting a ride from Jason whenever they both stayed after school “you could always just hop in the back of my bike” she chuckled lightly at the idea while shaking her head. You had always admired Chrissy, she was everything you couldn’t be, the kind, perfect cheerleader that everybody liked and who seemed to have no flaws whatsoever.
Yet somehow she ended up dating your asshole of a brother, how it is that she can even stand to be near him, let alone date him, will always stand a mystery in your head.
Sudden movement behind you makes both of you whip your heads around just to see everyone else walking out through a door. The guys being all over the other cheerleaders, asking them to hangout and getting rejected by flattered girls that played hard to get, and your brother walking out surrounded by all his idiotic followers, by the way he was acting you might’ve thought that he had just saved the school from being blown up. You rolled your eyes and directed your attention back to Chrissy who was still looking over her shoulder at everyone else.
“I should get going” you said as you got on your bike and put on your helmet not wanting to be pestered by Jason and somehow guilt-tripped into riding home with them.
“Ok but I’ll see you later, right?” Chrissy had asked you earlier in the day if she could stop by your house for some quality friend time and as much as you wanted some time for yourself you just couldn’t refuse. “Of course” you replied as you started to bike away, slightly waving goodbye at her.
Your house wasn’t that far from school but riding a bike wasn’t the fastest form of transport and so you were still riding down the street. It’s not like you were in a rush, sure you had plans with Chrissy but she also had to go home first so you had plenty of time.
You enjoyed riding alone and in silence it gave you the chance to imagine that your life was different, that you were going to go meet up with friends that were your friends because they genuinely liked you and not because they wanted to please your brother.
It had been a couple of minutes into your journey home when a dark cloud started to settle over the sky, threatening to storm all over you. Trying to get home before it started pouring you peddled faster but the inevitable happened and soon you were fast riding down the street, soaked and cold, just trying to get home.
When suddenly you’re reminded of why you’re almost failing physics because going down a hill at full speed, and in the rain, somehow doesn’t make an alarm ring in your head.
You're rushing down the hill, your front wheel slightly sliding side to side because of the water on the ground so you divide to slow down by slamming the break. A loud squeaking sound ringing through the air as the wheels struggled to stop but then you’re flying off into the ground as your bike launched you off at the sudden stop.
So there you are, sitting on the wet dirt, your cheer uniform completely soaked and dirty but now both your knees are scraped, one of them bleeding a little, although you can’t really tell because the rain is washing most of it off. You do your best to stand up through the pain trying to get back to your bike only to find one of the wheels fully broken. “Fucking perfect” you muttered to yourself wondering if you’ll be able to get home before dark.
You picked your bike up and started carrying it down the street making your way home slowly but surely. You could barely see with all the rain that was coming down but you did notice a pair of lights coming from behind you, a car. It was going pretty fast and seemed to have no intention of stopping.
You stared at the puddle that sat right next to you, knowing your fate and that soon whoever the reckless driver was would come driving full force and drench you in dirty puddle water adding to your already cold shivering wet figure.
Closing your eyes and waiting for impact was your only viable option at this point only hoping that you won’t get hypothermia later. You could hear the car coming closer and closer, but the splash never came.
“You ok down there?” A voice. One you’ve heard before. You opened your eyes to see who it was, frozen, not because of the cold but because you didn’t know how to react when you opened your eyes and saw Eddie Munson through the open door of his van.
You could tell there was a kind of shock in his eyes when he saw who the hitchhiker under the rain was.
“Umm… not really” you muttered under your breath but it was loud enough for Eddie to hear. You stood there averting your eyes from him and looking at the floor, waiting for him to say something. Although you were fully waiting for him to just close the door and drive off leaving you standing alone under the rain again.
“Well, do you need a ride.. or..?” He just stared at you, absolutely no sign of any emotions towards you whatsoever. “I’d appreciate that” you said, looking up at him.
And that’s how you ended up here. Sitting in the passenger seat of Hawkins’ outcast and your bike in the back of his van. You knew that he knew who you were and the connections you had in school and yet he offered you a ride.
Lifting your gaze up from your lap to him, trying your best to hide your stare. First you noticed his hands gripping the steering wheel and each finger wearing a different ring, then you got braver, lifting your eyes even higher to look at his face. Dark messy hair framing his face. His eyes were focused on the road and he didn’t seem to notice you staring so you were able to take in his details that how you noticed the bruise on his cheek bone, it’s mostly red but there’s spots of purple starting to form.
Jason.
His name was like a curse to you.
But this made you think. Eddie knows you’re Jason’s sister so why was he being so nice. Your mind started to spiral with millions of possibilities as to what might be going through his mind.
Does he want revenge?
Did I just get kidnapped?
What if I’m payback for Jason punching him?
Am I ever going to get home?
Is he going to kill me?
No, he could’ve just let me freeze to death on the sidewalk
Omg he’s lookin-
“Um..” he cleared his throat “so what happened?”
He’s kidding right? He just rescued his bully’s sister from the side of the street and that's all he has to say?
“I crashed” you gave a simple answer, your eyes back to look at your hands on your lap. You weren’t scared of Eddie but he still made you nervous to an extent, after all you and him were technically strangers. He hummed in response, “It’s just that I thought that all of you just went home together” he was questioning you but you still didn’t miss his wording ‘all of you’ he was placing you in the same pile as all the others in Jason’s little clique.
“I prefer my bike,” you muttered again “and I wasn’t counting on rain today” Eddie nodded this time seemingly satisfied with your answer.
“I’m Eddie by the way” this time he looked away from the street, actually moving his head towards your direction to look at you. “Yea I know” you answered out of instinct, you didn’t think before talking. Realizing that you might’ve sounded rude when you heard Eddie let out an airy chuckle. “I-I mean, I’m Y/N” you managed to stutter out.
Your hands started fidgeting and he could tell that you were getting nervous, well more nervous than you already were. And yet he still didn’t react at your clear nervousness and just answered with a simple, “Yea, I know”.
There were a couple more minutes of awkward silent driving until you noticed that you were coming near your street.
“You can stop here” you sat up and started to take off your seatbelt when noticed the subtle expression on Eddie’s face, “It’s for your own benefit rather than mine” realizing that he was probably thinking that you wouldn’t want to be seen with him, but in reality you just didn’t want to get him into any more trouble with Jason that he already was in. “Right” he said as he slowly stopped the van to one side of the road and opening his door to get out and headed to the back door of the van, you rushed to get out and meet him.
He opened the back door and dragged your broken bike out and placed it in front of you. You grabbed the bike by the handles but then Eddie also grabbed it, grabbing both your hands and the bike’s handles, making you jump and pulling you slightly closer, “Tell me, would you get in trouble if your brother saw you with me?”.
He was looking at you directly this time. This was the first time you had ever looked directly at Eddie and you were struggling to get words out of your mouth.
“I-well, y-yeah probably” you stuttered and all he did was hum in response, he looked you up and down, you thought you might’ve gotten sick and started imagining things when you thought you saw a hint of a smile form in his lips. “You should probably head home then, princess” and with that he let go of you and walked back into his van leaving you there under the now soft drizzle of rain, mouth slightly agape and your mind still trying to process all that just happened.
You kept that same expression as you walked down the street with your broken bike waiting to reach your house.
Princess
You were in shock but that didn’t mean you didn’t catch the nickname that he threw into his ‘goodbye’. Is that what he thought of you?
You weren’t sure how to feel about it but you didn’t have much more time to think. Soon you reached your house, noticing Jason’s car out front and dropping your bike in the front lawn just making your way to the front door, just then Chrissy opened it.
“Oh my god! Are you ok?” She asked, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you back inside the house. She pulled you through the hallway and into your room and in passing you saw Jason who’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise when he saw you. It took you a second to realize why they were making such a fuss, remembering that you probably looked like crap with your white cheerleading uniform dirty and bloody knees.
“What happened to you?” Chrissy’s voice broke you out of your thoughts but there was an ache all over your body and you just wanted to lie down. “Just rain” you explained, placing a hand on Chrissy’s shoulder to calm her down.
Later, when you came up with a believable story to explain your appearance, convinced Chrissy that you were perfectly fine, and sent her home you laid in your bed looking at the ceiling thinking back to Eddie. Thinking about how he held your hands and wondering why he chose to help you.
Perhaps, Eddie Munson isn’t as bad as everyone says he is…
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