the society imagines

clark x reader (request for @viinchester)

thank you for requesting! <33
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"Okay kiss, marry, kill: Clark, Jason, and Gordie?" Allie wiggled her eyebrows, causing you and Kelly to laugh. Allie elbowed you to go first, and you took a minute to think about it.

"I think I'll kiss Jason, marry Gordie, and kill Clark," you said, mumbling the last part and trying to turn the attention away from yourself. "Kelly?"

"Woah woah," Allie said, and you rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what she was about to say. "Kill Clark? What happened to just last week when you were saying that you would potentially date him?"

You shrugged and picked at a loose thread on the pillow in your lap. "After the whole Dewey thing he kind of creeps me out. I mean, did you see what he did to that guy's face? It's terrifying."

Kelly shook her head and smiled. "Yeah, but think about what Dewey did. It's not like Clark hit him for no reason. I'm not saying what he did was okay, but it wasn't unwarranted," she said. You just shrugged but shivered at the thought of what Clark was capable of.

You continued to play the game but paused when the door opened, revealing Clark. "Hey Allie, we need to kn— oh, hey (Y/N)," he said, the hint of a blush creeping into his cheeks.

You waved a little, not wanting to completely ignore him but turned your attention back down to the pillow. Allie left with Clark, and Kelly punched your knee as soon as they were gone. "Did you see that blush? He totally likes you! And I don't care what you say, you like him too."

You just shrugged again. If this was last week, you would agree in a heartbeat, but now every time you see him, you just pictured Dewey and how beat up he looked. If he could do that, what else was Clark capable of?
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That night, you tossed and turned in bed for an hour before putting your shoes on and tip-toeing down the stairs. You grabbed the last bottle of beer and chugged it quickly; anything that would get you a little tipsy so sleep would come easier.

When you realized there was nothing else in the house, you slipped out the front door and walked down to the store, stopping to stake out who was guarding tonight. You saw a figure sitting in a chair by the front door so you went to the back of the building where there didn't seem to be anyone.

You picked the lock and opened the door as quietly as possible. Slip in, grab a case of beer quickly, and slip back out. You almost made it when you heard a voice come from the opposite end of the aisle you were in.

"Drop whatever you have and put your hands up," the voice said, and you immediately recognized it as Clark. You turned guiltily and Clark's face softened when he saw it was you. "Hey, what are you doing?"

You cleared your throat and held up the case loosely in your hand. Clark smiled and walked towards you, causing fear to pulse through you. Stealing was a crime and Clark would probably have to arrest you. You couldn't help but think of Dewey and pictures of his bruised face flashed through your mind.

"You know you can't do that, right?" You just nodded and looked at the beer still dangling in your grip. "Why do you need a case of beer at 2:00 in the morning?"

"I just couldn't sleep," you said with a shrug, taking a step back from him. He just nodded and stepped towards you again. "I'm sorry, there just wasn't anything in the house and I really don't want to be arrested."

Clark laughed and shook his head. "There could be an exception for you. If you sweet talk me maybe," he whispered, closing the distance between the two of you.