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Gunna start off w some fluffy david!bf!clark kent× reader in the next few days and a shitty winter break post when im back at school 🥹🥹

Happy new 2026 and happy hunting!!

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A Suguru x Reader

summary: after your general life having drained you, you head to your local bar for a drink and a smoke where you meet an intriguing (and intrigued) stranger. ~900words.

Content warnings: sfw, mentions of smoking and drinking (do both responsibly and don't drink and drive!)

The days had been shitty and running together recently. Your boss was overloading your schedule, your coworkers were rude, lazy, or a mix of both, and your roommate had gone MIA leaving you to fully cover bills until you heard from them.

To blow off some steam, you headed to a hole-in-the-wall bar you often frequented when you needed to cool off without any sleazy guys making half hearted conversations or a bartender trying to make a pass.

After a couple drinks, you make your way out the back for a quick smoke or two before heading in and calling a cab for the night. Sat on a stoop, you pull out your pack and light, holding the flame to your cigarette before taking a drag and staring up into the night sky. The air was cool and a light breeze helped lull you into a sense of peace. As you took another drag, you looked for familiar constellations to keep your mind at ease.

“Mind if I smoke with ya?” A low and smooth voice asked.

You glance up from your spot near the ground and meet eyes with the prettiest man you’d ever seen. Deep eyes, long dark hair pulled out of his face, and was sporting some baggy jeans and a windbreaker. Definitely new as you’d never seen him around this place before.

“Not trespassing.” You grunt, looking away from the mystery man and back ahead to the half-alley the back of the bar faced.

The man above you let out an awkward chuckle following with a confused, “Pardon?”

“I meant,” you started back, already missing the silence from before, “that I don’t own this place so you’re not trespassing. Smoke wherever you want.”

“I know I can, I asked if you minded. If I’m just going to disturb you I’ll gladly go back in.” The man responded, seemly amused.

Interesting. The kind of interesting that made you curious to find out more.

“Then in that case, I don’t mind at all. I’ll even share a light if you need one.” You offered.

“Geto Suguru.” The man says. A sort of thanks, you suppose. An introduction in return for your time and space.

You wait a couple drags before providing your own name. You drop the butt and press it out with your shoe before grabbing the cigarette pack from your purse and lighting a new one.

Geto, as you now know him, crouches down a couple feet away from you to light his own cigarette looking your direction before up to the night sky.

You sit here like this for some time, neither speaking.

“16 cases.” Your words broken the hazy silence between you two. Geto said nothing but when you glanced at him, you saw he was already turned towards you with an eyebrow raised in an unspoken question to hear more.

He had meant what he said earlier about not wanting to disturb you and if that meant earnestly listening to what life even you felt compelled to tell him about then so be it.

“My boss gave me 16 cases to finish up this week. My coworkers, he’ll, everyone else in the whole damn department gets maybe 7 or 8. As many as 10 if they’re so lucky.” You finish off with a dry laugh.

“And then 3 months ago my roommate stopped coming home. No note, no text, no warning. I called her mom after a couple days to make sure she was okay and her mom said she was fine and not to worry. But still, I’m stuck with the full bill because I can’t afford to look at any smaller or cheaper places right now.”

You kept going. You spilled grievance after inconvenience to your new acquaintance, not caring if he thought you were crazy or over-exaggerating or just plain sad.

After 15 minutes of you talking and stopping a couple times to shed tears, you drew a deep breath of fresh air, head feeling a lot lighter and clearer than it had in a while.

You looked over at Geto and really took him in for the first time: his dark violet eyes, his hair that was so smooth it seemed to shimmer, his tanned skin that tried to hide his own under-eye bags. Guess he was as put out as you were.

Without another word, you stood from your makeshift seat and grabbed your purse, turning to head in.

Before you fully entered the doorway, you turned your head. “Thank you, by the way. I know none of that meant anything to you but it was still nice to get off my chest.”

Geto just glanced your way with a smile that you were sure had broken hearts before. Maybe in another life or another day where you hadn’t been mentally beat to shit you truly would’ve spoken to him.

Twenty minutes later, your cab drops you off at your complex. As you grab your keys out of your purse, you grab a small piece of folded paper. Unfolding outside your door, your eyes fall upon a neat handwriting you’ve never seen:

I'm really enjoying listening to you speak right now. If you ever need a therapist or trespasser smoke buddy, text me

-Suguru 111-222-3344 ;)

absolute simp!gojo who takes every opportunity to show you off. He's got a picture of you in his wallet, your face plastered on a tshirt and his phone screen. Any achievement you make he's boasting about it to all of his and your friends. If you create art of any kind, he displays it around his place (and eventually your shared space) and loves pointing it out to visitors. He's got multiple pictures in keychains or various trinkets on bags, hoodies, keys. Anything that could have an inch of extra face may just have you or something you love filling it.

absolute simp!gojo who loves to show his affection with money. Of course he still loves you properly with his words, actions, and intentions, but he adores seeing you in things you've tried on for him in fitting rooms. When you walk out in a new piece or outfit, he spins you around and finds something specific to compliment on which makes your task of only picking a few things that more difficult. You've peeked a light blush up to his ears multiple times at the cash register when he's preparing to tap his card.

absolute simp!gojo whose smile beams and eyes shine the brightest when he's within your vicinity. Walking down the street and holding hands? You'd think you were his celebrity crush with the heart eyes he was giving you. Finding him at a crowded event? I'm surprised you couldn't see him shining like a beacon the way his eyes lit up when he spotted you first. His love and adoration for you truly overflows from his physical being when he's near you, he just can't help it.

absolute simp!gojo who loves posting your outings on his socials. Not to show off (I mean, obviously to show off but not in a pretentious way) but to celebrate you and your being with him. You've had conversations when he feels especially vulnerable that he's worried you'll leave him one day. Though you know you never will, you understand that him constantly showering you in camera flashes and tagging you in endless posts online is his way of showing you he loves you. And he doesn't just love you he loves showing up for you, he loves making you happy, he loves planning for you and making your days just that much easier.

simp!choso who does not play about you. From the second he laid eyes on you and approached you quiet and respectfully about your number and going out for coffee, he knew he'd do anything in his power to keep you looking at him with those glittering eyes.

Choso absolutely adores you. How could he not? You're kind, intelligent, gracious, and sweet. He hitched a ride with you once when his car was in the shop and even had hearts in his eyes when you apologized to him after a bout of road rage. You were simply perfect, why would those drivers even do that??

Simp!Choso who simply disregards money when it comes to you. He realized that you didn't have any hygiene/skin care/shower products at his place so he decides to go and buy everything when he's out getting his usual groceries (he took pictures of your bathroom to make sure he got exactly what you used). When you found out, you scolded him for spending so much money on stuff you could pack back and forth but he simply shrugged saying "now you don't even have to think about it, you can just come over and stay" while pulling you back onto the couch.

Choso would also know exactly how you sleep and would prep the bed while you're using said products in his bathroom. His heart gets so warm and his head gets so fuzzy knowing you're comfortable in his space with him. You like 5 blankets arranged in a specific order? Done. Need the fan going? Already turned on to your preferred speed. Routinely thirsty in the middle of the night? He's already got a glass of ice water on the nightstand just in case.

Simp!Choso who wanted you to meet Yuji as soon as possible. Just as he thought, you two hit it off immediately, chatting about Yuji's favorite movie franchise, your hobbies, and your shared love of Choso. He thought he was going to implode.

Choso who genuinely loves and adores you so much. He just wants to build a future with you and see you happy with him and your friends. He keeps date nights routine but not usual; some nights may be a movie night, a picnic date, movies and cocoa, or a festival downtown. He loves being out and doing things with you (which, in turn, allow him to show you off).

Simp!Choso who adores when you admire him physically as it grounds him and reminds him that you're really with him. Mindlessly running your hands through his hair, tracing the mark over his nose, holding his hand or arm while walking, and cuddling up to him in bed or on the couch are some of his favorite. He'd stay by your side forever if he could.

"Heeeelloooo my name is Gojo, I'll be taking care of you lovely ladies this beautiful afternoon. Can I get us started with something to drink?"

You looked up to greet your waiter and faltered. You were met with dashing white hair, bright blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. You stare at Gojo for a couple of seconds before your friend nudges your foot with hers and you stutter out your drink order.

Now, you'd been single for a while but you didn't think you'd been put out of the game completely. C'mon, one cute guy at lunch and you're tripping over yourself to even place your drink order. God, he must've thought you were so embarrassing and, looking at him, he had to have someone. A guy that good looking not dating?? Whatever.

You took a couple minutes to look over the menu before settling on what you wanted before chatting with your friend.

"So, see anything you like?" She asked, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah I mean, the burger sounds good but so does that wrap-"

"I think you've already found something in here you'd like to order."

You shot a confused look towards your friend, not quite sure what she was getting at.

"Our waiter? You were practically drooling over yourself when he introduced himself, forget me reminding you to order your drink."

Embarrassment flooded your system. You're eyes went wide and you immediately brought your hands up to hide your face. Your friend was giggling at you and shot a brief look towards the back. Following her line of sight, you see your waiter standing by some coworkers grinning and glancing your way.

Fuck.

Hopefully he wouldn't know you two were talking about him.

"Here are those drinks for you. Have you had enough time to look over the menu or should I give you two some more time to chat?" Gojo asked, a little smile on his face.

You were starstruck. But you also had dignity and you friend smirking at you from across the booth so you had to keep your cool.

Your friend gave her order and Gojo turned to you with "And what can I get for you, darling?"

You felt your face warm, but managed to get through your order with enough eye contact and smiling to hopefully expose your interest. If it turned out he did have someone, who ever was harmed with a smile?

Near the end of your meal and after plenty of conversation (and teasing from your friend), Gojo comes back over carrying a dessert that neither of you ordered.

"Hello my lovelies, the kitchen accidentally double made a table's dessert and was gunna toss it, but I was hoping I could treat you two" he glanced at you, throwing a wink your way, "on the house?"

Your friend is ready to (and does) answer for the both of you while you're stuck rebooting your brain after his wink. You have a stunned smile as he sees himself off, your friend clearly trying not to burst out laughing until he's out of earshot.

"Girl if you don't give him your number, I'm giving it for you because he's soooo into you." Your friend immediately tells you.

"Do not do that, plus he probably already has someone. I mean, as pretty as he is? No way he doesn't." You start covering your tracks, easing yourself into the realm of rejection or missed chances.

"I've seen him here multiple times and I've never seen him interact with customers like this. He's so into you it's making him look dumb. Did you not see how red his cheeks were when he dropped this off?!" She gestured to the dessert between the two of you. Complete, you noticed, with a chocolate heart on top.

Your friend raises her eyebrow at you while you glance around to find your server. You duck your head when you meet his eyes across the diner. Well, if you weren't obvious before, he'd definitely know now.

15 minutes later after your table was cleared, cards dropped off, and a very warm goodbye ("I hope you beautiful ladies have a wonderful rest of your day! You should come back and say 'hi' sometime!"), you're finally ready to put your silly little restaurant crush behind you...

Until you go to tip your beautiful wonderful waiter.

Looking down at your receipt you see:

Are you free Saturday? Text me @ (100 100-1000)~~(Satoru) Gojo <3

He watches you and your friend giggling over his note while walking to your car, confident he'll get a text from his diner meet-cutie.

Can be read as stand alone or pt two to pervy neighbor!Sukuna fic (i've never linked a fic before, hoping it's correct)! NSFW Content Warning (depictions of sex, foot kink, shower sex, tit sucking/fondling, panty sniffing+use, brief cunnilingus, implied threesome) below the cut

Again sorry for dumping this on my silly little fic blog but i feel so bad constantly bringing this up w friends and figured a stranger dump couldnt hurt plus im not adding tags so it's not even likely to get interaction i just need everything out of my system

Pervy neighbor!Sukuna who doesn't look twice at you, his new nextdoor neighbor, until he accidentally sees you tanning on your balcony one summer day.

Pervy neighbor!Sukuna who always happens to be moving his balcony furniture around, eating lunch out, or just enjoying the view when he hears your music start up because your music means you and, if it's nice out, it means you in the smallest two-piece he's ever seen.

Pervy neighbor!Sukuna whom you've caught (more than a handful of times) blatantly staring at you over the balcony divider. You know exactly what he's staring at (you bought your newest bikini after the first time you saw him staring). His red eyes aren't subtle in the slightest and his gaze always warms you a bit more than the sun (see also, he hears you through his walls some nights ;P).

Pervy neighbor!Sukuna whom you invite over under the guise of "my sink isn't draining properly and I was wondering if you could help?" Your sink was broken, but only because you took an important-looking bolt off and wanted an excuse to invite your hot neighbor over. If he wasn't willing to make the first move you wouldn't hesitate too.

Pervy neighbor!Sukuna who fixed your sink in about 5 minutes after telling you he'd need 20 so he could look around your room: your closet, your pictures, your toys (cute, really), what products you used when you showered, your perfumes, everything. He walked out to your applause and praise and was thanked off with a kiss on the cheek. That night was the hardest he'd cum in a while, thinking of your eyes and lips on him (and everywhere else he'd like to see your lips).

Pervy neighbor!Sukuna who's boasted about you to his friend, Toji Fushiguru, enough times that Toji doesn't believe your real. One afternoon, Toji gets the text 'get ur ass over here, shes outside' and has never bolted to Sukuna's faster. He's worse than Sukuna watching you: he flirts shamelessly across the divider and you flirt right back face warm from the sun and the attention. Before he leaves, Toji knocks on your door to get your number and walks off from a fuming Sukuna.

Pervy(jealous) neighbor!Sukuna who, once his friend has left the building, almost breaks your door down to talk to you. Bombarding you with questions like "Didn't think you liked guys like him?", "You wouldn't really go on a date with him, would you?", and a comment along the lines of "He wouldn't know what to do with you anyway."

"And you do?" you ask challengingly, hoping your hot and stupid neighbor will finally break and give you what you've been craving since the first time you caught him peeping over at your balcony.

"I've had some thoughts." he replies simply.

Which is exactly how you end up back on your balcony, pervy neighbor!Sukuna between your legs, eating you out like it's the only thing he was made to do. The warm afternoon rays hitting your flushed face while Sukuna's broad shoulders spread your legs to make room on the edge of the seat, fingers stretching and pumping while his tongue took turns in your hole and on your clit.

After your second orgasm, he slowed to start kissing on your hips, up your stomach, chest, neck, and finally to your lips. Kissing hard enough to make your spinning head nearly tip off its axis.

"Wanna move inside and see just how else I can handle you?" he questioned smugly. You'd already forgotten the date his sleazy friend had asked you on the moment he'd gotten his mouth on you and he knew it.

With a desperate nod and him picking you up off your shaky legs, he moved you back to your bedroom and threw you down onto the bed. Sukuna took a second to look at you entirely, half fucked out of your mind, red marks where hickies and marks were beginning to form, and his. Most importantly his.

You'd had a shit day, to say the least. You forgot your umbrella and got caught in a downpour, forgot your work ID and had to argue with security to call your boss to even get to your desk 30 minutes late, missed your bus and had to walk to your apartment (still in the downpour) only to be met with the sight of the poofiest, most regal looking cat with bright blue eyes you'd ever seen.

The issue? He wasn't your cat. And thus, you had no earthly clue how he even got into your apartment to curl up on your bed. Until you felt the light breeze from your cracked balcony door and the regrettably large puddle of water that had formed from the storm that day (and the mini puddles tracked in by the cat which now made your whole place smell like wet cat. Great.).

Safe to say, you were less than pleased to be knocking on your neighbor's door with the dramatic cat confined to one of your towels.

"Heeyyyy Fushigu- oh. Hey, neighbor"

Geto Suguru. Your annoyingly hot neighbor whom you were head over heels with. You weren't a mean person and honestly you thought you'd have a chance if it weren't for the way he gets himself out of every conversation with you as fast as he possibly can. You'd been nothing but warm and inviting to the man and he'd only ever run away. His loss, you supposed.

"Please take your cat back and please stop letting him out of your apartment. It's been bad enough with the day I've had, I don't need to look after your cat, too."

You tried for a smile but it came across as more of a grimace.

"Oh, thanks. Was wondering where the furball had run off to this time." He hummed, flashing you a quick smile before moving back inside and closing the door.

What a waste.

He'd tried to get to know you, really. He'd asked you to lunch, he'd invited you to get drinks with him and his friends, and he'd even invited you over for a movie night at his only to be turned down every time with a roll of your eyes and a slammed door. You were perfect, he thought. His exact type personified, but he'd pissed you off big time and he didn't know how to fix it.

A week later, to the day, you were enjoying breakfast out on your balcony. It wasn't much but it allowed a nice breeze and some much-needed sunlight after a week of hell at your job. You were sat with a cup of coffee and the book you'd been working through when you hear a yowl at your feet and your foot being stepped on by much smaller, fluffier feet.

"Okay, get up here," was the only thing heard before, to Suguru's horror, his cat jumped right up into your lap. During your morning coffee that he'd once ruined by trying to join in on the ritual. Except you didn't scowl or immediately stomp of to return Satoru. Instead, you kept seated and started scratching the infuriating ball of fluff right between his ears. He could hear the purr from his doorway.

That little traitor.

"I'm so sorry, did you want him back? I usually hang out with him on the weekends, I didn't know it was an issue." You immediately stammered out when you saw Suguru come out to his balcony.

"No, no it's okay I swear. I just uh... didn't know you liked him? I guess?" His statements came out more as questions, like he wasn't sure what to do with the new information.

"I mean yeah, I like to give him treats from time to time, but I think I've been spoiling him too much recently" you giggle and Suguru visibly lightens. You hated him so why are you feeding his cat and joking with him right now?

"I mean, I just didn't want him to bother you, I suppose." "What does that mean?"

"Well after all my invites to get to take you out got turned down and you only ever glaring at me and slamming your door, I figured you just kind of hated me." He shrugged it off like he hadn't just turned your whole world upside down.

You hot neighbor, your excessively hot neighbor, had tried to ask you out? Multiple times?? And of course your life and work had been on the downhill and your resting face of exhaustion did what it does best and made you look like you hated the whole world and everyone in it.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," you started. Everything hitting you all at once.

"Work's been hitting me hard recently and my friend is going through some shit with her fiance and, if I have to be totally honest, I'm shit at reading signals and thought they were just pity invites but I'd love to try now? I mean your cat already seems to like me. Like, a lot." You were slightly rambling, the new information being a bit much for your muddled mind.

Suguru laughed softly over the shared railing. "Noted. Wanna try now? Maybe you could let me over and I could crash your and Satoru's breakfast date?"

"Sounds like a plan." You say, slightly bewildered as you stand to move to your front door to bring Suguru in. You spend the rest of the morning sipping coffee and trading stories (misunderstandings) from when you thought the other hated you. And Satory, living his best catty life, sprawled between the two people who spoil him the most (while you both continue to spoil him with pets and scratches during your little 'date' :3)

a/n: uggghh I lowk hate this but had the idea bouncing around based on an ao3 fic I read and i (apparently) have really bad rbf and thus have had friends thought I was mean before I met them.

That being said, I think this would work sooooo much better as a multi-part series, would anyone be interested?? Gotta work on lab partner!gojo but it's summer so I'll be the writing-est writer you've ever SEEN (i won't I'll be by the pool and working puzzles to avoid stressing)

You'd been dating him for months (long enough to feel comfortable keeping changes of any kind of clothes at his place and casually using his shower on Saturday mornings).

Now, Clark is an absolute angel through and through. What he would get pouty about, however, was seeing you-- his incredibly intelligent, hard working, sexy, loving girlfriend-- strutting around his apartment wearing Spider-Man pjs.

"Clarkie, baby, you know he's my favorite Marvel hero and this shirt and boxers are unfairly comfortable." You whine right back at him, mimicking his pout playfully.

"But wouldn't you rather wear, oh... I don't know... your boyfriend's merchandise to bed? I personally think the blue and yellow happen to look particularly stunning on you with, uhm, your hair and eyes....?" His argument fell a little flat there at the end but you had to admit, seeing him jealous of you wearing a fictional hero's merch around his apartment was very endearing.

You'd had the Spider-Man themed shirt and boxer set well before you met, forget started dating, Clark Kent. The pj rotation was so ingrained in your life that you didn't even think anything of it when you first brought the change of clothes to his apartment the first time he asked you to stay over. You were grabbing dinner one night, he had picked you up to go to the nice italian place across town, when he'd asked if you would like to spend the night at his place: "-you could show me some of the shows you always talk about or watch a couple movies. Only if you'd feel comfortable, of course" he rushed, almost like he was bracing himself for your rejection.

"Clark I would love to come over tonight, I just have to grab some stuff from my place first, if that's okay. Pajamas, shower stuff, yknow."

"Oh! Of course! I can run you by after dinner" Clark was blushing now.

And that's when the one-sided feud had started.

That night, after a couple glasses of wine, some generous flirting and kisses, you decided you were uncomfortable in your outfit and had asked Clark to release you so you could change. When you walked out, he froze. And you saw it. His shoulders tensed, he wouldn't meet your eyes, and his hands started fidgeting badly with his pants.

"Clark are you okay? You look like I just flashed you or something." you joked, trying to ease whatever tension you'd created in the five seconds it took you to reclaim your place on his couch.

"You're wearing a superhero shirt." Blunt. A little awkward. Shaky, even.

"Oh yeah, I'm a big fan of Spidey, he's probably my favorite, if I had to pick--" and that's when you saw him wince. Wince. At the mention of your favorite fictional superhero.

"Clark are you-" you felt so bad for giggling but come on, he was so cute when he was a little flustered.

"Are you jealous that I'm wearing Spider-Man themed pjs?" You questioned teasingly.

And Clark, red as a tomato at this point, nods stiffly. He wasn't upset at you by any means. Oh golly no, he would never truly be upset at you over something as silly as this! He was just slightly put off and, yes, a little jealous that the first time (and the next many times after this affair) he witnessed his girlfriend in superhero attire, it wasn't even his.

"I just think you'd look a lot nicer in my crest, is all" Clark mumbled, a little dejectedly.

You'd simply giggled again with the promise of getting some shirts ("and maybe some matching underwear if you're lucky" you'd said with a wink) to wear regularly.

Now, months later, as you're walking out of his bathroom comfy in your spidey pjs, Clark realizes you've never done good on that promise to get your own Superman clothes.

"What about my stuff?" He whines after you, following you to the couch to start your shared Saturday off right: watching trashy tv shows or internet deep dives.

"I never find anything good in-store and it's not like I go often enough to even look, you always get groceries when your out or whenever." You say while looking for something to watch. As you're messing around on the TV, you feel Clark pull you into his chest for cuddles and what you can only assume to be a sort of 'claim' over Spider-Man (you only roll your eyes, who knew Superman himself would consider superheroes a touchy subject).

"What if," he says, digging his nose past your hair and into the side of your neck, "we go out tomorrow on a Superman shopping spree so I can get you plenty of my things. Then you wouldn't need your silly Spider-Man shirt." He says, face still hidden by most of yours.

You gasp at that. "And throw away spidey!!? Clark, you know I can't do that!" You feel his arms tighten around you and hear a muffled groan and know you'll willingly lose this battle.

You hum in faux-thoughtfulness "Although, I think if you could help me find some suuuuuper comfy Superman shirts to wear to bed, spidey may show up less in the rotation." You offer, grinning because you know what he'll say next.

"I suppose I can accept that olive branch." Clark says before kissing the top of your head and settling down to waste the rest of your Saturday watching and doing whatever it is that Superman and his Spider-Man-loving girlfriend do on their Saturdays at home.

Goth bf!Choso who is so soft with you it hurts. When you first saw him around, you thought he looked scary, like he could knock someone out with a single punch of his ringed fingers if someone so much as looked at him wrong. The first time he speaks to you is when you manage to spill coffee all over yourself in the middle of the cafe you decided to treat yourself to. Before you can even manage to bring tears to your eyes, Choso, you get his name after the incident, is standing right next to you holding a large handful of napkins. You blink a couple of times before thanking him and taking the napkins to begin dabbing at your shirt. He checks in with you, make sure you and all your belongings are intact before giving you a bright smile and moving back over to his table.

The next week, you meet in the same cafe only it isn't spilled coffee that brings him to your table. It's his own courage. He mentions he's seen you around a bit, thought you were beautiful, and only had the courage to introduce himself to you on a shitty day which "wasn't fair" as he put it. So, instead, he decided to reintroduce himself to you-- properly with his full name, number, and a little small talk-- and asked if you'd be interested in a date.

Goth bf!Choso who loves doing gothic makeup on you. He saw you watching him intently one day as he was getting ready one night. He glanced over, grabbed your hand, and guided you into his lap while he finished up.

"Wanna try it?" He looked at you

"What?"

"A goth look? Want to try one? I could do your makeup." He looked at you curiously, brushes and appliances at the ready.

When you agreed, he immediatley went to work replicating his look on your face, taking his time and paying attention to every detail. Your face grew warm at the closeness and you realized he truly was a completely different person than when you first met him.

Now, when you or he is stressed or if Choso needed some downtime alone or even if he just wanted to practice a new look, you were there, on his lap watching him practice or being practiced on. It became a ritual you used to bond, talk about your day, your grievances or annoyances, and your small victories.

Goth bf!Choso who honestly felt like he was going to puke when he first brought you over to meet Yuji. Not that he was afraid you two wouldn't get along, but the pressure of such a monumentous occasion for him made him feel nauseous, to say the least.

"Cho you good? You look a little pale." You commented nervously, standing with him outside his apartment door. You weren't nervous initially. It's just his younger brother, you thought. You already got along so well with Choso and you were more excited than anxious to meet Yuji after all the stories you'd been told. Was he nervous for you? Of you?

"Yeah, yeah," Choso spoke quickly, sweat lightly beading at his hairline. "I've just never brought someone to meet him and I really want it to go well I mean he's a great kid and I've told him so much about you and he's been begging me to bring you around but-" he cut himself off with a deep breath, focusing on the number on his door.

"Yeah. Sorry, yeah. I'm okay. More than." He turned to smile at you. Grabbing your hand with his, his other hand settled on the handle, turning it and pushing the door open to the apartment.

"Cho-bro finally!! What took you so- oh! Hello!" Yuji beamed at you from the couch, quickly standing up when he realized who you must be.

Choso looked like he was about to pass out. He wasn't just pale from his base look, but because his two worlds were finally colliding (in the best way, of course).

Yuji was the delight Choso said he would be. From the moment Choso got you comfortably seated on the couch, Yuji didn't cease in his interrogation. Questions from "Where did you grow up?", "What are you studying?", "How did you two meet!?" to "Are you gunna be over more often?" and "When are you getting married??!"

At that, Choso spit out his drink while you laughed whole-heartedly at Yuji's question.

"So, how was it?" Choso asked tentatively when he had walked you to your front door. He'd been wringing his fingers the whole walk back and would barely meet your eyes when you were chatting.

"Choso, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. Your brother is an absolute delight and I'm so happy I finally got to meet him. I can really tell he loves you as much as you love him." He blushed at your last comment, gave you a kiss goodnight and texted you all the way back to his place.

You had been dreading it since winter break: your organic chemistry lab. Not just your ochem lab, but your ochem night lab. Don't kid yourself, you did fine enough in your chemistry classes and got the jist of your labs well enough to get good scores, but the uncertainty of who you'd be working with all semester killed you. Your partner would literally make or break your lab time and experience. What if they never wore their gloves? Never prepped their notebook or notes ahead of time? What if they contaminated the whole experiment 2 hours in and you had to throw your notes away and start over at almost 8:30pm!?!

Little did you know, you would be very lucky this semester.

At the scheduled start time, your placement was the only bench placement without two people. And how you dreaded having to go through the semester without a second se of hands or eyes. The thought of that alone was almost worse than someone who was flat out incompetent.

Ten minutes after start time, the hustle of the lab is interrupted with the opening of the main door and your eye catches onto a head of strikingly white hair, thick black frames, and probably the most unorganized guy you've had the displeasure of seeing in passing on your campus. After a brief scolding from your TA, he finds his spot and his locker-- right next to you.

"Only three steps in? You can cut the time in half by prepping the second trial while the first one heats you know." The mystery boy speaks, not once looking at you while prepping his glassware and goggles.

"Only ten minutes late? You would've been much more helpful if you'd stumbled in here on time you know." You throw back, rolling your eyes while keeping a keen eye on your hot plate.

"I was doing some pretty important stuff, okay?" Your labmate shot back.

"Gojo, by the way."

"What?" You ask, confused and a little annoyed as to what he was correcting you on.

"My name. It's Gojo."

Oh.

You introduced yourself and explained how far you'd gotten in the experiment, shared your notes, and soon settled into a smooth rhythm of checking progress of your experiments, writing lab notes and procedures, and cleaning up after yourselves.

The lulls were awkward. Waiting for a solution to heat for transfer or sit to come back to temperature or (heaven forbid) wait for your prepared solution to filter properly. You had both shot glances back and forth during the entirety of the 2 hours you were stuck together, neither of you quite knowing how to strike up a proper or productive conversation. And so, you both stood around your bench or fume hood scribbling notes, checking flasks, and readjusting your goggles.

Finally, you finished the procedure (albeit much faster with Gojo than without) you both packed your glassware into the appropriate lockers, finished writing procedures and notes, and turned in the appropriate paperwork to leave.

Sooner than later, you breathed in the fresh(er) air of the chemistry hallway. You could feel the imprint of your goggles and the weight of being so intensely focused for so long weighing on you when you heard your name called from behind you. You turn to see Gojo, hastily shoving his mauals in his bag while speedwalking down the hall towards you, glasses sitting low on the end of his nose.

"I just, uhm, wanted to apologize for being late today. I really hadn't planned on it and, yknow, I'm actually early to classes but my roommate got locked out of our room so i had to go let him in and then my brother needed my help over at his place and--"

"Hey, it's fine. I really didn't get much started and you didn't miss anything. It's cool, I promise" You cut him off. He seemed so quiet and stand-offish in lab, you hadn't expect him to have a rambling issue.

"Where are you heading?" You've reached the side stairwell at this point, he opens the door and holds it for you to cross through.

"Just my dorm, I live in Morton. You?"

"Oh! I live in Beeter, care if I walk with you?" He seemed enthusiastic. You hesitantly accept, unsure if you were willing to let your relationship be more than lab acquaintances. What was the worst that could happen, you gain a lab partner and post-lab walking buddy?

As you make your way to the dorms, you chat about classes, extracurriculars, hobbies, likes and dislikes, your majors and classes, career aspirations, and all the general fun college small talk. Time felt like it barely moved before he had walked you to the front steps of your dorm. You both stood there, a little awkwardly, waiting for the other to break the newly-formed silence first.

"Well, uhm, i-it was great to meet you." Gojo said warmly, if not a little shy. Despite the annoyed initial impression, you were really warming up to being his lab parter, and maybe friends if time (or your feelings) allowed. You'd have to let him make the first move on that--

"Late dinner next week?" He spoke up as you turned to walk into your dorm.

"What?" You weren't sure if you'd heard him correctly. Was he already asking you to hang out again??

"Oh, uhm, dinner? Or just a snack after lab next week? I just thought, yknow since we got out kinda late tonight and- no offense- I heard your stomach growling during the last fifteen minutes of lab and I really liked talking with you tonight and-"

"Yes," you cut him off mid-ramble. "Post-lab snack sounds great for next week." You replied, a little red in the face. You weren't sure if it was from the onset chill of the night or that maybe, just maybe, you were really starting to like your lab partner.

A/n: back at school so less time to write but wanted to throw this into the abyss while i work on a longer piece :>

a/n: ooc!sukuna piece. Written in the heart of "asshole to everyone but you" trope. Happy reading! :>

Soft bf!Clark Kent who is there for you. He's not there because of some obligation, or because you beg him to be. He's by your side because he doesn't see himself being happy beside anyone else. Whenever he thinks of his future, he can only envision you (Lois has gotten onto him for daydreaming at work before. She was watching him a full 5 minutes before she even said anything).

Soft bf!Clark who loves taking care of you. He loves the softness, loves the domesticity. One night when he got to yours for date night, he found you in your kitchen, baking cookies for snacking later. He gently takes your glasses off your face, brushes his thumb over your nose, then quickly cleans and inspects your glasses before setting them back on your face.

"Flour" he smiled at you. You had been baking for fun for years. You always thought that was just a trope for movies. He walks out of the kitchen to get date night set up, you grin to yourself while placing the baking sheets in the oven.

Soft bf!Clark who accompanies you through life, even at your lowest. Sure, youd been to work, youd made it through your days, you even make sure you eat enough times for your body to not get too angry with you. But at night you can't seem to sleep no matter what you do. During the day you can't keep your thoughts quiet long enough to form a coherent sentence on your conputer. And every day, silently, Clark always sets a coffee and bagel from your favorite place on your desk.

That night while on your couch, in the softest and least judgemental voice possible, tells you he's noticed you haven't showered in a bit and that it may ("or may not how should i know?!") be starting to manifest.

"Would you like me to bathe you? I know your routine, I can even wash your hair." He was being so gentle, like he thought you may break if he pushed too hard and honestly, you thought you may as well. With a confirmatory nod from you, he guides you to the bathroom where he starts a warm bath for you to sit in.

Soft bf!Clark who takes a soft pride in being able to see you like this-- worn, exhausted, fraying at the edges-- because you know he'll take care of you, even though he doesn't get anything out of it (as we've discussed earlier he would take 1000 kisses from you as payment over any gift or cash repayment).

He gently runs cool water through your hair, soaking it thoroughly before shampooing as many times it takes to remove the dirt and grease from your scalp. Following, he gently applies your conditioner to your ends, clipping your hair up the way he's seen you do likely hundreds of times. Gently scrubbing your body clean, taking the time to get more problematic areas. After a final rinse, he helps you out of the bathtub, into a clean towel, and allows you to melt into his arms just like that. When you're better able to stand, he pats you down, lotions you up, combs and works your products into your hair. Grabbing a fresh set of pjs, he leads you out of the bathroom and back to the couch, playing wherever you left off previously.

Soft bf!Clark who would give anything to keep you in his arms like this-- safe, warm, clean-- for the rest of time. And when you eventually fall asleep against his chest-- feeling safe, warm, and clean-- he carefully picks you up, places you in bed, and tucks you both in for a peaceful night of sleep.

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But i go to school monday:: FREEEDOMMMM

Hope everomes having a good time!

-peanutslice :>