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self indulgent[hc] fic dump! :> *villager noises*

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Uhhh starting here as a indulgent ficlet/rant/spam/fun dump lmao.

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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absolute simp!choso

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.

a/n:: A little short and sweet piece for my baby boy choso i love him so much. I've got some ideas for a gojo one like this i'll start working on soon, and if anyone wants anyone else (lowk doesn't even have to be jjk) feel free to ask!

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Waiter!Gojo x f!reader

"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.

a/n: can you tell i write when i'm stressed? :>

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Pervy bf!Sukuna x fem!reader

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

Pervy boyfriend!Sukuna who will absolutely spoil you now that he has you. A woman like you who will put him in his place and let him live his wildest fantasies? He'd do anything to keep you happy.

Pervy bf!Sukuna who loves celebrating your relationship the same way you started it: you on your little tanning chair on the balcony in the tiniest bikini you own and him on his knees between yours pulling moans, gasps, and whines while slurping your slick and cum like it would provide him eternal life.

Pervy bf!Sukuna who always notices when you change things about yourself. New hair cut or color, nails done, new perfume, new shampoo, new skin care brand (hell even if you added a step to your routine he'll notice it), even a new detergent he asks you about it right away.

Pervy bf!Sukuna who especially loves when you come home after a spa day because spa days (paid for by him, cmon now) means a mani-pedi and a mani-pedi means a whiny, rutting Sukuna sitting on the floor or hovering hesitantly above you but either way between your legs, showing your feet the utmost love and attention.

Pervy bf!Sukuna who looooves the feeling of his tongue between your toes, the taste of your ankles, leaving kisses on the arches and balls of your feet. While he's licking, kissing, and praising one foot, he's gently pulled your other to the bulge in his pants to rut and grind into. You never see your big boy as pathetic and whiny as when he praises the very feet you walk on.

Pervy bf!Sukuna who loves to come over to use your shower after his workouts to "see my pretty baby and save water, I guess." Only to have you pinned to the shower wall held up by his arms and holding on to his shoulders for dear life. He thrusts into you, warm water on his back, nipping and kissing your neck until your moaning your release into his ear.

((pervy) bf!Sukuna who takes the rest of the shower to clean you up. He lathers your soap up real nice, washing gently all over your body. When he's unable to hold you himself, he braces you against him to keep you stable while he washes your legs and feet. He'll run a clean washcloth over your puffy cunt to clean up anything leftover before turning off the water and drying and applying lotion to you himself.)

Bf!Sukuna who loves inviting you over on your days off. Before you're even over he's making breakfast, has your favorite blanket and pillow on the couch, and whatever show you've been watching together pulled up on the tv.

Pervy bf!Sukuna who always ends up laying on you during these days. Eventually, his large hands will wander to the hem of your shirt (his from when we did laundry at yours last Wednesday), slowly pulling it up. With his eyes still on the tv (and feeling your glancing eyes and smirk burn through his skull), he palms your breast with his warm hand, pinching, tracing, squeezing, before lifting his head to take your nipple into his mouth and his eyes close as you gasp above him.

Sometimes his other hand will lower wander to casually work your pussy as you gently tug at his hair. Maybe his thumb will slowly trace your clit while middle and ring fingers trace around your hole. He loves the process of getting you off on these days: the slow start of getting your body turned on and worked up. He loves feeling you get wetter with each pass of his tongue over your nipple or each tease of his thumb at your clit. He loves eventually giving in, pressing his fingers past your entrance and going straight to the points that will leave your a moaning mess in his arms. He likes moving his mouth from your boob up your chest, marking your collarbones and easing up to your neck licking, kissing, sucking in the places he's found that give you the most pleasure. He'll keep you like that for your first two or three orgasms, grinding his stiff dick on your calf until he picks you up and carries you to his room to fuck you soft and sweet into the mattress.

As always, he'll clean you up while pressing pecs to the more marked or sore areas. He'll bring you back to the couch, leaving briefly to grab water and painkillers, before settling you both in and finding some random video for background noise so you can nap tucked into his lap and he can scroll on his phone or whatever it is girlfriend-obsessed boyfriends do when their world is asleep with them.

Pervy bf!Sukuna who tossed your stained panties into his hamper while he cleaned you up, both of you knowing he'll use them later when you're gone to jerk himself off extra good that night. He doesn't like doing it all that often but "fuck baby, I just start thinking about you and I get so damn hard and the only thing that helps is you" so he'll sniff your panties deeply before bringing them down to his cock to ease the pain. Every time he ends up cumming into your pretty panties before tossing them back in the hamper to wash before your next laundry switch day.

(Pervy bf!Sukuna who once sent you a video of one of his sessions (per your request). The saved video was of him breathing and moaning in to a pair of pink lace (almost exact to his hair color), his cock being almost punished just barely in-screen before panning the screen down, wrapping your panties around his dick and moaning your name over and over while showing you just how much he cums while thinking of you. You sent him a very similar video back that night.)

Pervy bf!Sukuna who is absolutely whipped for you in every sense of the word and thanks his lucky stars every day that you actually gave him a chance to be with you. He knows he's a dick most of the time but he loves how you put him in his place every time.

Bonus:: pervy bf!Sukuna who gloats to Toji every time they meet up about how good his relationship is and how hot you are, especially in bed with him. After about three weeks of this, Toji, irritated and jealous, tells Sukuna to "prove it or get out of my face." Sukuna shrugs his shoulders and pulls out his phone. Five minutes later, Sukuna goes "So, you free next Friday? My girl wants to show you how good she's got it."

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Not to dump on my silly little blog (so pls ignore if youd like idm) but i just found out one of my closest friends moved to texas? And she never even told me and i never got to say goodbye? And i feel like im just stuck in place and I'll literally have 6 yrs of undergrad done before i even graduate (4/6 rn so i feel crazy unmotivated during my semesters now) and just everything in general and im stuck in my godawful small hometown and just dont know. Maybe i need to stare at the wall or the sky for a week.

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

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Content Warnings: NSFW near/at the end, allusions and some explicits throughout.

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 been waiting for your neighbor to make his move the moment you caught to boner in his pants when you first caught him watching. Today you realized the wait was worth it.

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Next door neighbor!Suguru x rbf!reader (feat Catoru)

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)

tldr: ty for reading!! I'm so tired and want to go to sleep!!

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"Oh come on, seriously? Those again?" Clark questioned you desperately.

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.

a/n: lowkenuinely wrote this instead of getting ready for bed but i've been thinking about it too much recently to ignore. anyway, in my head reader and clark are about to watch tires bc i'm obsessed with it again. get some sleep and happy reading my lovelies!

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Goth bf!choso and... you!

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.

a/n: oh my god guys i hate not being able to write here and i'm absolutely drowning in school (waiting for one of my classes but i wrote most of this over break). I've got another hc idea in the drafts, and have been trying to plot bio!gojo pt 2 but lab hasn't been a train wreck so it's HARD.

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Lab parter, Bio major!nerdjo and STEM major!reader pairing!!

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: sooooo part 2?? I have literally been writing this for the past 3ish months school has been kicking my ass if you couldn't tell. This probably came out a little shorter than initially intended so the end may read rushed but again, I've been working on this since late January at best and I feel bad about not posting. i may update this of my own accord anyway but if anyone particularly likes this, I wouldn't be opposed to requests for it!! Take care of yourselves!!

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Bf!Sukuna who loves the taste of your bitter coffee in the morning

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 :>

You walk back into your room after making your weekend breakfast: blueberry bagel with cream cheese and a mug of coffee with light creamer. The slight sweetness so the coffee isn't completely bitter.

Placing your breakfast on your bedside table, the lump that is your boyfriend grumbles and turns over, your body covering his face from the early morning light. Sukuna sits up slights and places a hand on your upper arm, signaling you to move down into a kiss. After he's had his fill, he moves back down under the covers and goes right back to sleep.

As the morning creeps on, you start eating your breakfast, scrolling on your phone as you do. It's only a Saturday and, while you do have a short list of tasks to get done this morning, your main goal is to let yourself relax and stay in the company of your sleepy boyfriend.

30 minutes into your breakfast, Sukuna reluctantly rolls out of bed, plants a quick kiss on your head, and trudges to the bathroom to get refreshed for the day. You hear the sink start and stop a couple of times before he reemerges into your shared bedroom and resits himself next to you on the bed. Covers placed back over his lap, head on your shoulder looking at your phone screen as you scroll.

With your bagel finished, you bring your mug back up to your mug back up to your mouth to take a few sips of your warm, bitter coffee. Watching you carefully, Sukuna lightly sets his fingertips on your chin to turn your face towards him where he firmly sets his lips on yours before gently sliding his tongue between to meet yours. When he tastes your coffee he groans. Sukuna groans. You knew he liked sitting with you and observing your routine in the morning, especially since you weren't loud or talkative in the morning. He liked existing next to you, his calm oasis amidst his hellish weeks. You knew all of this and accepted it. You let him lean into you in the morning, steal the occasional bite of bagel, and even make him his own cup of coffee in one of your cutesy mugs on the mornings he follows you into the kitchen.

What you didn't know (yet) was how much he loved the taste of your coffee on you. He'd never told you, but the first time he kissed you after a sip of your morning coffee, he'd almost begged for more. The bitter roast of the coffee mixed with the sweet taste of you that he adored energized him more than adrenaline injected straight to his veins. That taste became his new internal motivation for making it through the week without ripping someone's head off or driving into a guardrail in frustration. That taste became his new reason for life and for waking up on the weekends. He'd been treating you extra sweet on Friday nights for the past month or so and you'd had no clue it was because he knew he'd be able to kiss your coffee tainted lips silly for the next 48 hours.

Sukuna never thought he'd have soft or happy mornings even less than he thought he'd ever deserve the prettiest girl sitting next to him in bed letting him steal all the coffee-infused kisses he could ever dream of off her lips.

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Nothing much just rewatched Superman and can't stop thinking of Clark in a lilac-colored button up instead of his white one. I just think he'd look so good :P

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Driving w bf!Sukuna when you just need someone in the car with you.

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

He's laying in bed on a Saturday night when a text pings his phone.

"you busy rn?" it's you, because of course it is. Sukuna found out quite quickly that you like to text at the most random of times to request the most random advice or favors of him.

This time, it's a Saturday at 9:03pm and you've asked if he wants to go driving with you. You briefly explain that you're bored, in your head with way too many thoughts, and have a visceral craving to get out of your room or you are worried you will (and he's rolling his eyes as he reads this) "spontaneously combust into 15000 tiny pieces that will have to be scraped off the walls and windows."

"We can stop for food, you pick I pay" comes through 10 seconds later. Honestly, he thinks, he would've joined you without the bribe.

"Just say when" is typed out and sent back without a second thought. You open the message as soon as it comes through, pulling on a jacket, shoes, shoving your keys in your purse, and out the door before he can back out. You were maybe 20 seconds from crying in a ball on the floor, the food was just to be sure he'd accept (though you know him well enough by now to know he'd join you anywhere at anytime for any reason).

"So where too tonight?" Sukuna asks the moment he has your car door shut. He's grown comfortable to this, he realizes. Tagging along on your joyrides to a bigger city, blasting your shitty midwest emo music all the while. He likes that he doesn't have to hold a conversation during these rides. Sure, Sukuna gives you grief for what he thinks is the scummiest music imaginable and he'll grumble to you in the drive-thru that he thinks his eardrums are burst and bleeding and you inevitably roll your eyes when he never lets you pay for food (or gas if you refill during your journeys), but underneath the 'asshole' persona he's so carefully curated for everyone else, you see his soft side that likes having these moments where you're allowed to road rage and scream your music about hating life and family while he just sits back and watches you. He watches the lights of the city as you drive past them, the small flickers of embers of lit cigarettes being smoked by strangers neither of you will ever see again. The red lights and the green lights you pass under. The blue strobe lights of cops up the highway who signal you to slow down so as to not join in.

Sukuna also watches you on these drives. The person who gave him shit the first time he met you because he "would know the answer if you ever payed attention in class." You rolled your eyes then and ignored him every single time since he tried to bother you. That was 2 years ago. 2 years of watching you yell at dumb drivers on the road, of watching you scream songs to get whatever weight you have off your chest, of coming over to your place to watch whatever you were obsessed with at the time on your projector. He'd sat through movies, sitcoms, reality series, anime series, minecraft videos, video game playthroughs, whatever, just to be able to watch you.

It's just ticked past 10pm and you haven't made any moves to turn around. Neither of you have been to whatever city you've made it to. You saw the exit sign for it on the interstate and thought it'd be neat to go exploring.

"Hungry for anything?" It's the first thing you've said to him directly in the last 45 minutes.

"Anything with burgers sounds good, what's around?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, bucko, go look around."

For the next 10 minutes, you're lazily driving around neighborhoods, music low, Sukuna in the seat next to you scrolling through restaurants, map suggestions, and reviews.

"Says there's an overnight diner about 5 minutes away." Sukuna speaks up. You give a nod, silently signaling him to direct you to his desired destination. After a calm meal filled with casual conversation (upcoming school schedules, personal grievances, break happenings, his nephews, anecdotes) Sukuna, ignoring your protests, pays for the both of you, leaves tip, and you both head back to your car.

"Ready to go back?" You've just buckled up your seatbelt but you're not looking at him. Instead, you're staring blankly back at the diner. He notices your eyes look more tired than usual.

"Yeah." He's quieter than normal. You glance at him, he's already looking at you. You come to a silent agreement to end the night the way you both usually do: at your place after watching whatever you choose, a quick shower, bundled in whatever hoodie or jacket he has, and laying next to him in your bed.

The next hour or so is passed going back the same way it was coming forth, blaring midwest emo music, voice screaming against it, you driving a slightly precarious amount over the speed limit.

Sukuna drums his fingers on his knees to the rhythm of the passing songs, even mumbling along to the ones he's started to pick up on since entering this arrangement with you. His housemates always give him shit when they see your car pull into the driveway or when they see him getting ready to head somewhere well past errand hours. He barks threats and half-assed remarks right back for slamming the front door closed and getting in your car for the fifth time that week.

It's almost midnight when you finally park near your place, lowering the music before eventually killing the engine. You sit back fully against your seat, staring at the roof for all of 5 seconds before your grabbing your purse and shoving your phone and keys in it and getting out of the car. Sukuna mirrors you almost perfectly and meets you around the back of your car to walk with you up to your apartment.

"Thank you. Yknow for just tagging along tonight. Needed to get out of here for a bit." You say over the noise of the sitcom you've decided to rewatch (Sukuna would never tell you outright but he actually likes it and finds it quite enjoyable. Sometimes he finds himself hoping you'll text him so he can watch a few more episodes with you).

Sukuna stares at you, a little taken aback, before he decides to answer:

"You know it isn't a favor. And stop offering to pay for the food."

Is about as much a confession as you can get from him that he likes hanging out with you.

You're both cuddled up in your bed, your computer balanced on your legs. As 2am rolls around you decide to call the night there. Wordlessly, you start closing up: plugging in your computer, turning off the little lights you have dotted around your room, heading to the bathroom one last time before you come back to him in bed and cuddle up with your chosen stuffed animal of the night.

The night passes quickly and in the morning you wake to Sukuna, slightly drooling, looking almost soft in the morning light. The morning continues as it always does: coffee, breakfast, tired eyes, and silence before settling into wherever the day takes you.

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[post fic]a/n: More life romanticization fics! Wrote this for Take Off Ur Pants by Indigo De Souza because I was screaming it while driving at night heading for airport pickup duty.

Also s/o to the front bottoms, car seat headrest, slaughter beach, dog, mom jeans, modern baseball, marietta, indigo de souza, and all my other near and dear indie/midwest emo bands I listen to religiously <3

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More Soft bf!Clark Kent HCs!!!

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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Post note: AAAAAAA can you guys tell I've been thinking about him all day every day or do i need to make a 10pt hc series lmao (/hj).

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Cooking up more soft bf!clark hcs in me head because im having such a hard time doing NAYTHIBG in this HOUSE.

But i go to school monday:: FREEEDOMMMM

Hope everomes having a good time!

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A/n:: inspiration stricken, markiplier driven fluffy frank castle one shot 🥹🥹

Also ty to my friend who puts up w my frankie obsession and offered to proof and give thoughts!!

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Neighbor!Frank Castle + Plant mom!reader

Neighbor!Frank Castle who eyes you a little as you lug two large bags of potting soil, 4 or 5 ceramic pots of varying shapes and sizes, a large watering bucket, and various fertilizers and plant oils up to your apartment door. You give him a quick smile before unlocking your door and moving inside, not without giving him a glimpse of the mini jungle you house in your apartment.

Neighbor!Frank who's knocking on your door a few moments after he hears a distinct crash and even more distinctive cursing coming from your apartment. You open the door to a concerned face, your eyes looking a little wild. Frank notices your hands, forearms, knees, and fronts of your shins have a healthy dusting of dirt on them and decides his deduction was correct: you'd accidentally dropped a plant while attempting to do god-knows-what you plant people do to keep plants lively.

Neighbor!Frank who all but lets himself into your apartment when he sees you're on the brink of tears, despite your ramblings that 'your fine' and 'it was an accident' and 'it's watering day and things get complicated.' He decides then your not lifting another pot when he sees the size of some of the plants you look after.

Neighbor!Frank who is astounded that over half of your plants are 3 feet tall minimum, almost 4. He takes in the few hanging baskets, the multiple shelving units, and even a small trellis dotted around the main room of your apartment. The sheer floorspace alone you allot for your plants astounds him. Thirty minutes later your staring at Frank's back as he lifts the next plan for you to switch out the used watering tray with a previously emptied one.

"How often you do this typa stuff?" Frank questions, wiping his hands on his jeans while looking back around at your personal army of air purifiers.

"You mean,, water my plants? Once a week for most of them. Safe time: Sunday mornings."

"Yeah well, you come find me before you endanger yourself doing this again next week you hear?" He's watching you intently and you're looking back at him like he told you to jump out of your window.

Plant Dad!Frank who knocks on your door 11am every Sunday and helps you cut your initial plant watering time in half. He gets the baskets so you don't have to keep pulling out and moving your stepladder and you put on a pot of coffee to repay him for his help.

Plant Dad!Frank who, despite the initial grief he gave you for it, starts reffering to your plants by the names you gave them. You hear him softly talking to them sometimes when you go to make coffee, thinking you can't hear him. He notices little things about them, like when Apollo's growing slows a bit signaling a root trimming (he was very annoyed with you when he found out you did that by yourself. "He's 8 feet tall and likely over 100 pounds, you have no reason doing all that by yourself" Frank had scolded you while rubbing his temples), when Phaedra's basket needs to be rotated so she gets even sunlight, and even when the shelves and trellis need to be slightly adjusted in the winter months to accommodate for the shorter days.

You eventually give him a small clipping of one of your hardier plants to 'brighten up your place a bit! It's,,, a little grey, to put it nicely" you told him one afternoon while doing other chores to pass the time between watering and draining.

Plant Dad!Frank who sometimes shows up a few minutes early with various stakes, plant ties, decorations, and more that you've mentioned wanting to try or running low on. You think he stepped up to the role of helper and caretaker surprisingly well, and his eye for precision and efficiency is something you'll always be grateful for.

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Post note: sooooooo i actually wrote so much more in my drafts than is actually posted here that i fear I'm gunna start working on a full length one shot in my free time. And yeah, i have plants and yeah, i love the idea of Frank toting some of them around on watering days 🥹🥹😭

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A/n:: thank you everyone for the support on my first post, I've got some ideas in my head for some more clark and maybe a frank castle piece to two🤭🤭. Im very new to tumblr so please bear w as i learn and play around on the platform!!

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Coworker&bf!Clark + hearing loss!reader

Coworker!Clark who figures out you wear hearing aids before you even have the need to tell him because he notices you have the same tendencies has his older parents. In crowded spaces you often zone out, and if someone starts talking to you, you start focusing intently on their face and sometimes even tilt your head so your ears are facing more directly toward the speaker.

Coworker!Clark who notices you fidget with your ears more often than any regularly hearing person would even despite your numerous piercings. Once, in an early morning conversation, he caught sight of the thin wires making their way into your ears and suddenly your little conversation habits make more sense.

Coworker!Clark who suddenly starts speaking towards you in conversation instead of at his computer screen or the half-broken coffee machine in the break room. He starts beginning conversations with you by clearly stating your name or grabbing your attention by putting himself in your sightline before ranting about his most recent deadline or his chaotic cousin and her even more chaotic canine who crashed (at) his place for the last couple days.

Boyfriend!Clark who finally asks about details of your hearing loss and how he can better accommodate to you in your home lives. He becomes more aware of his volume when speaking to you, the volume of his music, the radio, the tv, and even his morning alarm. He got used to closed captioning surprisingly quick.

Boyfriend!Clark who asks you to teach him some basic signs so he can communicate better with you in the morning when you havent yet put in your hearing aids or aren't awake enough to try to conprehend what he's trying to say to you. He loves when you walk out of the bedroom so he can ask "How are you?" and "You want coffee? Food?" He loves seeing your quiet morning side as much as he loves hearing you loudly debating Jimmy in the Planet bullpin after lunch over whatever menial topic you've both decided on today.

Boyfriend!Clark who likes to wind down his days with you, chatting idly over dinner or during commercials while curled up on the couch. He loves leaning in to you to speak directly next to your ears, ensuring you hear every syllable. Before you go to sleep he likes to tell you his 'I love you' s the same way before gently kissing your forehead, already excited to wake up next to you in the morning.

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Veeeeeerrryy self indulgent tonight, thank you for reading !!