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Semester is almost over and I can smell the fic ideas what tropes are you guys looking for the most ???
#obey me mammon#shall we date#mammon x reader#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#vash x reader#choso x reader
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learning the extreme commodities that allow birds to fly make winged! AUs even funnier now bc to be anatomically correct everyone would be shitting like 10x to accommodate weight
#not to mention the bones scenario#they don’t have hollow bones if they did they’d shatter on impact when they land apparently#the more you know#idk why it makes me laugh now bc like… they really had a ton of evolutionary traits that go crazy#and then I see a wonderfully drawn winged OC and I’m like#lol they shittin
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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.
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all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.
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Request/question of the century: would Wolfwood be down for platonic cuddling, and, if so, headcanons for that?
A/N: A very, very good question, Anon. *Pulls out an entire PowerPoint presentation on the subject.* Let us discuss (aka headcanon time!).
Listen, this man? Touch-starved.
Seriously, both him and Vash are touch-starved as HELL.
Unlike Vash, though, Wolfwood strikes me as somebody who'd initially be very, VERY uncomfortable with touch that he himself didn't initiate
Cause we see him touch other people (ex: when he grabs Meryl and tries to shove food in her face), but it's on his terms
So, when you try to initiate any sort of touch, even platonic touches, this man freezes.
You'd immediately apologize for making him uncomfortable, and he'd just try to brush off your concerns while trying not to implode on himself a bit
Because even just hearing you wanting to do stuff as simple as hug him or hold his hand makes him feel... good.
It takes time for Wolfwood to get comfortable, especially if you're a person who's cuddly by nature, but if you're patient with him and allow him to initiate cuddles and other platonic touches, he'll gradually open up to you being the one to initiate
It takes time, but soon, you notice Wolfwood doesn't freeze up or tense when you play with his hand or hold it
You'll see him accept your hugs or you cuddling up to him, even if he doesn't quite reciprocate the gestures juuuust yet
Then, one day, Wolfwood is the one coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on top of yours
"Hey, sweetheart."
After that point, Wolfwood becomes borderline insatiable, constantly wanting to be touched or touch you in some way, whether it's holding your hand, or playing with your hair, or hugging you - is this what he's been missing all this time?
The comfort of another person's touch becomes a source of peace for Wolfwood, especially if he's particularly troubled or upset
He really, really, really likes it if you hug him and play with his hair when he's upset - he finds it calms him down, for some reason
I feel like he'd have difficulty voicing what he wants, though, cause he'd feel embarrassed, so you'd have to learn to read his cues with time
None of these touches have to have romantic attachment to them - Wolfwood would be exceptionally happy just to have the comfort of somebody else who's there with him, regardless of your relationship status with him
If you're his friend? He's cuddling you.
If you're his romantic partner? He's cuddling you.
Overall, Wolfwood would need some time to get used to the concept of skinship and human touch, but once he becomes comfortable? It's over for him and it's all he wants
Taglist: @ryuukami4, @spacioussoul, @iceoblivious, @yuudofu
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sukuita college boys ^w^ what are they studying? are they studying at all...
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latte art
Choso x Reader coffeeshopAU!
Just a lil meet cute where Choso sees you enter a cafe and decides to use some of his new skills to impress you...
work count: 1.2k
“I see you layered your guyliner on extra thick today, Choso.”
Rolling said eyes, Choso dug through the counter and grabbed a bag of decaf beans to hand over to his pink-haired coworker.
He caught his reflection in the metallic of the espresso machine. It wasn’t that his eyeliner was layered extra thick, it was more a matter that he had never removed it from the night before.
And that he might’ve fell asleep while studying.
On his desk.
In the library.
“I never took it off.”
Yuji blinked at him, taking the coffee and getting to work on another customer’s order. Choso had made it a habit to watch over the semi-new hire when he was assigned to the latte art and more complex orders. He had a tendency to overfill the cups.
A chime sounded, indicating someone had stepped into the café.
Brows furrowed, he glanced at the clock. It was fairly late in the evening, not so close to closing as he’d hoped which meant they’d hit the “students getting shit done before midnight” crowd of the Sunday evening.
Rolling his neck, Choso adjusted his apron and walked over to the front counter.
His eyes raked over you for a split second before speaking. “What can I get for you?”
You beamed brightly up at him, and he quickly glanced down at the screen in front of him as he waited for your order. You were a student, that was apparent by your bookbag and sort of worn out exterior. He hadn’t seen you around here last semester, and suddenly he was glad that the rotation of classes made you wander into the shop.
“Oh! And could I also get it with a cup of soup?” He nodded along, brushing a stray hair out of his face as he finished typing up the order.
“For here or to go?” His eyes flicked up to yours, examining your features.
“Here please!” you exclaimed enthusiastically. “I need a change of scenery that isn’t in the library,” you gestured to your backpack.
He nodded, gesturing to the card reader in front of you as you waited to pay.
Having paid, you found a quaint spot by the window to set your bag down and pull out your ecosystem of electronics, he noticed.
How much could you fit in that bag?
“Hey, Choso. How do I make this again? Don’t I pour the creamer—”
The formerly mentioned male took the label out Yuji’s hands, realizing it was yours.
“I got it,” he grumbled. “Watch the register.”
Yuji sticks his tongue out at him but walked obediently over towards the front, working on the next person’s, much simpler, coffee.
He couldn’t help but glance over at where you were sitting, entirely engrossed in whatever you were doing. He watched as you shuffled through papers, brows furrowed in concentration.
A sudden burning shocked him out of his staring. With a hiss, he reflexively took his hand back that had been in the way of the espresso machine, causing the coffee to pour onto him, rather than into the cup.
He sighed. He’d have to do it again.
Reaching into the cupboard with his now throbbing hand, he grabbed a new cup and slapped your label on it. Now waiting for the drip (from a safe distance), he leaned back against the counter, debating what sort of art he should do in the coffee…
You seemed like the type to appreciate it.
Now determined, he grabbed the creamer, glancing in your direction as he did so. His eyebrows raised as he met your gaze, watching as you shyly glanced back down to your laptop.
Ok, now he had to make this perfect. Not the usual run of the mill that the regulars looked forward to from the other employees.
No fuck ups, Choso.
Squaring his shoulders, he rolled up his sleeves, adjusted his frame, and began to pour.
Carefully holding it in his hands, he swung open the miniature gate that separated the customer and employees sections of the front.
“Hey, what are you—” Yujis eyes snapped to the direction Choso was headed towards. “Ah, oh uh, never mind then.”
Moving into your field of view, Choso gracefully plated the mug in front of you, careful of your papers strewn about the small benchtop.
You gratefully looked up towards him and smiled.
Gahh…
He clenched his jaw subconsciously. He really liked the way the sides of your mouth quirked up when it was directed at him.
“Oh my gosh!” you gasped, cooing over the arguably very adorable cat’s face that was plastered in the middle of your cup. “I literally cannot drink this.”
He nodded silently in approval, his chest lightening a bit that you reacted positively towards it.
Glancing down at his name tag you blurted, “Choso this is the cutest thing that’s ever been added to my coffee order.”
Deciding against the rapid beating that was thundering inside his chest, he replied in kind. “If you’re around again, I’ll give you another one. The older folks don’t care much for that.”
Bullshit, he never did this sort of art on the coffee except for a select group of his employees and friends. He doesn’t know why he even did it for you in the first place, something just drove him to it.
“I hadn’t realized this café did it, I would’ve been in here last semester if I’d known about it” you laughed lightly, hand swishing in the air as you rolled your eyes.
“Why don’t you advertise it? I’m sure people from all over the campus would flock to get it done by you.”
He scrunched his nose. No, he hated making something personal to him so commercialized, the idea of having to do it over and over killed his enjoyment of it.
Shifting his weight, he admitted, “I don’t care much for it to be… marketed. I like the challenge to make new ones out of enjoyment.”
Had he come off as harsh? He admitted he hadn’t talked to a customer like this in well… ever. He didn’t want to come off as a creep, oh no, did he seem like a creep?
“Alright,” your voice cut through his thoughts. “I don’t think you’d know how to do a rose, would you?”
Your smile was enticing, and he licked his bottom lip absentmindedly. Folding his arms, he replied. “You’ll just have to come back and see.”
Eyes narrowing, you stuck your chin out in challenge. “Alright, you’re on then.”
Smirking, he walked back to the counter and shut the swinging door behind him. Yuji quirked an eyebrow at him, “What did you give her?”
“A cat.”
“Holy shit!” He stopped drying a mug, giving Choso his full attention. “Didn’t you just learn that one?”
He shoved his coworker playfully, nodding as he did so. “I’m taking my break.”
Staring blankly after him, yuji’s face broke out into a smile, looking from him to your table.
Tossing the apron onto the stool beside him in the back room, Choso eagerly pulled out his phone and typed into the search bar.
Megumi, who was now clocking in to take over for his pink-haired classmate, secretly peeked over his shoulder.
How to do flower latte art
#choso x reader#jjk x reader#coffeshopau!#lmk if you weant a continuation of this#choso with buns and guyliner making coffee brrr
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Hoziers acoustic form of “Be” actually healed a fundamental part of my soul.
#hozier#bro cooks idc#it reminds me of summer nights staring at stars wondering how in the vast universe we’ve evolved to be a speck#this man makes me religious
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ok, mini poll.
currently working on a fic idea. If you think your order is insane, leave me a message! I love crazy orders (i am not a simple customer either LMAO)
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horrible news guys…. i want to be in love
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Consider this:
Cowboy!AU in which gojo is nicknamed “six eyes” because someone misheard “snake eyes” when he beat them in gambling.
#does this make sense#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#like I’m envisioning a dirty saloon#and someone calls out snake eyes#and some dude is just like ?? that’s six eyes ??#or some dumb cowboy shit like that
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s'ébahir
Gojo x reader Modern, College AU!
s'ébahir - (French; to be amazed, to be astounded, dumbstruck)
2k smth words
He always strolled into lab characteristically late. You envied his nonchalance, his stance of ease in which he would stroll into the lab and set his stuff down when the professor just began their lecture on the hazards you'd be dealing with today.
annoying
You were always early. Anxiously waiting for your seat so you could prep early and leave before the rest of your classmates.
The bastard was also, unfortunately, handsome. Devilishly tall with a lean build and white hair, he was a stark contrast against some of his fellow students.
"--it is IMPERTINENT that you wear your goggles the entire time during this lab. We will be dealing with concentrated hydrochloric acid--"
you droned out your teachers voice. Unlike some of the other students, you had read the lab manual the night before and watched a video on how to do everything correctly.
This wasn't your first rodeo.
Somewhat bored, your eyes drifted back to the male that was sitting across from you. The fume hood that was connected to your countertop obscured the view a bit, but you caught a glimpse of him leaning against it, head in his hand.
He seemed as bored as you were.
"Alright, lets begin!" An enthusiastic clap sounded.
You had noticed his hesitancy with the lab goggles each time. He chronically wore sunglasses indoors during class and around campus. But when it came to lab, your prof made no exceptions.
Tugging the too tight safety goggles over your eyes, you managed a glance to find startling azure ones starting back at you.
You smiled politely and turned to grab your equipment.
"Hey."
You glanced up at Gojo, who was leaning against your bench.
"What did you need this time?"
Gojo had a knack of stealing your shit since his tended to be always (coincidentally) misplaced or lost. He blamed Geto for it.
"Do you have an extra ring clamp? Geto took mine," he shrugged nonchalantly. You nodded and handed over the item, focusing back on your work.
"Do you know how much your putting in?" he leaned in closer, tapping your graduated cylinder with his hand.
"I can read fine enough Gojo."
"Are you sure? The lab manual said 12 mls...you wrote down 21"
Shit. He was right, you must've copied it down wrong last night.
It was slightly infuriating how sharp he actually was. He had such a lazy demeanor it was easy to forget he tended to be top of the class.
"Ugh, I don't remember how much I've put in it already." you ran your hand through your hair, frustrated as you eye the clock.
The liquid in the flask turned a murky brown, fizzing slightly.
Ok yeah.. that is definitely not what happened in the video.
Gojo leaned over and swirled the flask in his hands, the murky liquid turning darker.
"Yeah, you put way too much into that," he blew out a low whistle.
Fuck. You're going to have to redo the entire thing. Biting your lip, you glance at the clock again.
I'm not going to get a chance to study before my lecture exam...
"Oh come on, just partner up with me," he smirks, nodding towards his bench. "I'll even let you do all the work."
You scowled. You hated partnering up, you ended up doing everything anyway. But you were quick about it on your own.
Looking back towards your failure and the clock, you realize you don't have much of a choice.
"Fine," you nod and walk to his bench. "But lets be as quick as we can."
He grinned.
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"Alright, now we just have wait."
The worst part about science, you argued, is the "waiting" portion of it.
Some experiments take time. This unfortunately, was one of them.
"We work together pretty well," he leaned forward. "One could almost say we have....chemistry."
You cringed as he laughed at your response. "Hilarious, Gojo."
A shadow loomed over you. "Did he get you with some of his science lines?"
You smiled. Contrary to Gojo, Geto was more composed and studious as you were. You both talked often, considering you had a lot of the same classes as him.
"It was too good not to!" Gojo replied, spinning around in his chair.
You rolled your eyes, glancing back towards your glassware. Geto was easy to be around, he was calm and didn't try to get a rise out of you like his white-haired friend did. He made you a little more nervous, he was kind of unpredictable. Not to mention pretty.
"I think its done," you pointed to the bubbling flask.
Geto nodded to you, "good luck then."
You smiled back at him, pretending not to feel your blue-eyed partner staring at you.
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Gojo
He doesn't know why he wants to fluster you. Or why it grates on his nerves that you can so easily smile at Geto when you seemed to struggle around him.
Technically, your experiment earlier would have been salvageable. Yeah, your yield would've been low, but he jumped at the chance to work with you without thinking.
He meant what he said earlier, you both worked surprisingly well together.
Taking the flask from you, he began to dry as you washed everything up. He didn't quite want to be done just yet, labs weren't his favorite part but he found himself looking forward to this one.
Not that it had anything to do with you.
Geto always argued that he was "just into you" but he didn't agree. He just thought your intellect was interesting, that's all.
It had nothing to do with the way you always showed up with enthusiasm, drawing him in as he watched you be engaged with your work. He couldn't wonder why--
"Gojo?" Bright eyes looked up at him as you waved the last Erlenmeyer in front of his face. "Hey, we're done."
Startled, he nearly dropped the thing he was drying. "Right, yeah. See you around, then."
He cursed himself slightly for his cowardice.
"Well, actually, did you want to finish up the lab report quick ? We have plenty of time," you looked at your phone as you said it.
Realistically, he would say no. He doesn't finish his reports until the last minute anyway.
But to get the chance to fluster you more.
Ah, hell. Why not?
"yeah, we can do that." He shrugged nonchalantly. Geto met his gaze across the lab and quirked an eyebrow at him.
He bared his teeth in response.
"Should we go to the library then?" Your voice cut through his thoughts, catching him unawares as you shoved the paper into his hands.
He nodded quickly, fishing around in his backpack for his glasses as he ripped off the goggles still glued to his face.
He motioned for you to go first, following behind and out of the lab as he let you pick where to sit down.
You picked a spot across the campus cafe, he inwardly wondered if you came to study here frequently. Th atmosphere was quiet and there was a lot of natural light that made it easy to relax and focus.
Setting down his bookbag, he tuned into your ramblings about the lab.
"What do you think about the yield? I think we could base our conclusions around it. Maybe even mention the slight color difference when we added the--"
Your drive to finish this was commendable. He was put off a bit by how you didn't seem affected by him at all. Most people saw his sunglasses as odd, and honestly the general consensus was that he was constantly nursing a hangover.
There was a lapse of silence and you both typed away on your laptops, broken up by only you saying:
"Why do you wear those sunglasses all the time?"
Eyebrows raised, "Secret." The corner of his lip turned up.
"Is it because of your eyes?"
His smirk fell. It wasn't so much that he cared about how his eyes seemed to freak people out. It was more about how sensitive they were to light and packed spaces. He used to get frequent headaches because of it, but the glasses thwart off the edge enough now.
He merely shrugged in response to your question. "The light bugs my eyes sometimes."
You nodded back in understanding, "Ugh, tell me about it. I used to get migraines from the fluorescent lights when I was younger."
He stiffened. Such a minute detail, but he couldn't help but consider the gesture as an act of empathy. Seeing past his usual charm.
You both fell back into silence, quickly finishing your report and hoping off of the chair you inhabited just moments ago.
He felt his heart pound as you smiled up at him, watching your every movement as you threw your bag over your shoulder and made to leave.
"We finished that quick! Good luck on this exam later, not that you'll need it."
His arm burned from where you patted his shoulder as you strode out of the cafe lounge and towards some other study zone. Glancing down at it, he almost expected it to catch fire.
Eyes flicking up over his glasses, he looked down the hallway you had left.
Damn.
He might just have to make your lab fail next time.
#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#Holy modern student au#the slow burn is slow burning#lmk if you guys like this sort of mini series and want me to continue!!#per the stem folks#i hope you feel seen with the HCl used in chem labs ts is diabolical#totally did not use my ochem lab that failed as inspo for this
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ok so I’m seeing gojo in the lead and as a college student suffering in a STEM major and bc of manga lore, gojo would probably be ridiculously good with physics LMAO
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Alright guys I want to work on a college au fic, who do you want to see it for ??
#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#obey me#obey me mammon#shall we date#mammon x reader#vash our beloved#vash x reader
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