shotosjupiter

[shotosjupiter]

guys have you seen those tiktoks of guys making their in-game avatar look like their girlfriend? It’s so, so cuteee awwwhhh

gamer!choso leans back in his gaming chair, stretching slightly before casting a slow glance over his shoulder. you’re sprawled out on his bed, the comforter bunched under your elbow, chin resting lazily in your palm as you scroll through your phone. the screen lights your face in a soft glow, and your lips twitch every now and then at whatever you’re watching—but mostly, you’re just enjoying being close to him.

he looks at you, then back at his monitor. his fingers move deliberately on the controller, navigating menus and sliders. then he glances back again. back to the screen. then you. then the screen.

“choso, stop that,” you murmur without lifting your eyes, sensing his constant stare through your peripheral vision.

he hums, feigning innocence, but his eyes are glued to the character customization screen in front of him. he’s quiet—focused—as he scrolls through hairstyles, pausing for a beat when he finds one that falls almost exactly the way your hair does when it’s a little messy in the mornings.

“mm… yours is a bit different,” he mutters under his breath and adjusts a slider.

you glance up now, curiosity piqued, but don’t say anything. he cycles through skin tones, eye shapes, nose bridges, all with a startling level of precision. there’s a little frown on his face—the kind he gets when he’s concentrating hard, like when he’s cooking something new or trying to understand a particularly dense reading for class.

he finds a pair of familiar eyes and hesitates for a long moment before selecting them. then he scrolls through accessories.

“choso…” your voice is slower this time, amused now. “are you—?”

“I’m not doing anything,” he says quickly, not turning around, though his ears are pink now.

you grin and sit up, your phone forgotten as you crawl to the edge of the bed, peeking over his shoulder. on the screen is a female character that looks… alarmingly like you. down to your favorite hoodie—the one you always steal from his closet.

“oh my god,” you whisper with a laugh, hand coming up to your mouth. “you’re making me in the game?”

he shrugs like it’s no big deal, though his lips twitch in the way they do when he’s holding back a smile. “just thought it’d be nice to have you with me. y’know. when you’re not here.”

you blink. warmth blooms in your chest.

“but I am here,” you say softly, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders from behind.

“I know,” he says, finally smiling, voice low. “just wanna make sure I don’t forget what you look like. even in-game.”

please tell me it’s not just me that’s seen that trend lmfaoo

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DOWN THE HALL — R. ZORO

𖤐 calling cat cps

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pairing — roronoa zoro x fem! reader

synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least. genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.

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SOMEONE BROUGHT THEIR CAT TO TJE BUILDING AND I GOT TO PET HER!!!!

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yall im abt to take my immunology exam im so nervous

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DOWN THE HALL — R. ZORO

𖤐 calling cat cps

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pairing — roronoa zoro x fem! reader

synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least. genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.

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DOWN THE HALL — R. ZORO

𖤐 calling cat cps

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pairing — roronoa zoro x fem! reader

synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least. genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.

[shotosjupiter]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's busy rn !

¡! summary: they've decided to play a prank on you! (gone wrong)

¡! incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, inumaki, yuji, megumi, sukuna

likes + reblogs are appreciated <3

[shotosjupiter]

DOWN THE HALL — R. ZORO

𖤐 calling cat cps

previous | masterlist | next

pairing — roronoa zoro x fem! reader

synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least. genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.

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TAEHYUN ☆ LOVE LANGUAGE TEASER 1

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☆ JJK CHARACTERS AS BOLLYWOOD SONGS. — made for fun by @admiringlove and yours truly ♡

satosugu as make some noise for the desi boyz. no explanation required.

gojo satoru as badtameez dil. “hey bollywood, hollywood; very very jolly-wood.”

geto suguru as masakali.

nanami kento as chand sifarish.

ieri shoko as girls like to swing.

fushiguro toji as ainvayi ainvayi.

itadori yuuji as daru desi.

fushiguro megumi as illahi, but specifically the reprise version.

zenin maki as rani’s intro theme.

inumaki toge as fevicol se.

ryomen sukuna as emosanal attyachar.

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This side of paradise 🫧🌊🏡🐠

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Let's go lesbians, let's goooo!!!!

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the pains of long distance relationships

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UNDRESS ME!

pairing - satoru gojo x gn!reader

⤷ in which satoru comes by your place, injured, and pleading for a little help.

𖤐 NOT SMUT i know the title seems like it but it's just fluff i swear </3 slight tw for blood (satoru is injured) but that's all!

you hear the knock on your door late at night. it's a hurried motion, as if the person beyond the door is in great need. you look at your door with suspicion. it was late at night, who was knocking at your door with such frenzy at this hour?

you creep towards your door in caution like at any point the door would burst open and horrors would come in. instead, you hear the low groan of your name in a familiar voice. it takes a few seconds to process that it's satoru.

you hurriedly make the rest of your way to the door, quickly unfastening your locks, and yanking the door open. there, leaned up against your doorframe is satoru. beautiful, shining, glistening with sweat that could pass off as sheen from the moonlight, and holding a bleeding injury on the side of his abdomen.

you gawk at him for a moment before heaving out, "satoru,"

he grins his boyish grin at you, acting as if he isn't actively bleeding onto your front doormat. "hi angel," he says.

"you-what-how, come here," you gape at him before twisting your hand around the fabric of his shirt and dragging him inside.

you drag him down into the bathroom, sitting him down on the closed toilet lid before taking in his pained stance. satoru reaches out to grab both of your hands in his, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles before he says in a needy voice, "undress me."

you nearly wrench your hands out of his grip. "what?"

he leans back against the toilet seat, somehow managing to make it come across as graceful and elegant despite the pain ripping through him. he grips your hands tighter in a plea, "to clean the wound, angel, please."

with your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you nod, before gently pulling your hands away from his grasp. you rummage through the bathroom cabinets before finding the first aid kit you need. you come back to stand between satoru's legs before you tentatively pull up the fabric that was clinging to his skin.

you let out a gasp at the sight. blood and sweat leave a light sheen across his ridged abdomen and to the right, near his side, is a open wound on his side. aching, pulsing, and hurting.

fingers tracing around the wound, you're about to ask what happened for him to receive this bad of a injury before he croons, "if i had known you'd give me this reaction, i'd have you undress me more often, angel."

"how do you have time to joke about this? you're literally bleeding, satoru."

he shrugs, trying to feign nonchalance but his shoulders, lined with tension, give him away.

hurriedly, you start to clean the wound and all the places around it, stopping at every hiss he makes when the alcohol swab touches the open skin. his hands end up finding home on your hips, gripping them tightly as if it'll make the pain lessen. eventually, the wound ends up cleaned and bandaged to the best of your abilities.

satoru, still slick with sweat (and yet still beautiful), slides his hands from your hips back to your hands, holding them both tightly. he bows his head down, a small action of thankfulness, before he tilts his head further down and leaves a kiss down on your knuckle.

a breath passes and satoru's head remains lowered, seeing if you want him to stop. you flex your hand in his, trying to calm your nerves. you feel his smile against your hand as he presses another kiss upon your knuckles. he peppers both hands with kisses like he's thanking them for the action of treating his wound.

each kiss sends you into a frenzy and you squeeze his hands tightly, willing your heartbeat to calm. satoru looks up at you, his blue eyes glinting in the bathroom light, before his gaze flickers down to your lips. he tilts his head in question, leaning just a tad bit forward.

your breath hitches but you don't say anything, only leaning closer to him. surely he's going to kiss me, you think. you feel the ghost of a pair of lips on the corner of your mouth before you feel the heat of him leave your proximity.

he leans back once again, a grin plastered on his face despite his lower half resembling a mummy given his bandages. "can't have your patient doing risky things in this state, now can you, angel?"

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[shotosjupiter]

UNDRESS ME!

pairing - satoru gojo x gn!reader

⤷ in which satoru comes by your place, injured, and pleading for a little help.

𖤐 NOT SMUT i know the title seems like it but it's just fluff i swear </3 slight tw for blood (satoru is injured) but that's all!

you hear the knock on your door late at night. it's a hurried motion, as if the person beyond the door is in great need. you look at your door with suspicion. it was late at night, who was knocking at your door with such frenzy at this hour?

you creep towards your door in caution like at any point the door would burst open and horrors would come in. instead, you hear the low groan of your name in a familiar voice. it takes a few seconds to process that it's satoru.

you hurriedly make the rest of your way to the door, quickly unfastening your locks, and yanking the door open. there, leaned up against your doorframe is satoru. beautiful, shining, glistening with sweat that could pass off as sheen from the moonlight, and holding a bleeding injury on the side of his abdomen.

you gawk at him for a moment before heaving out, "satoru,"

he grins his boyish grin at you, acting as if he isn't actively bleeding onto your front doormat. "hi angel," he says.

"you-what-how, come here," you gape at him before twisting your hand around the fabric of his shirt and dragging him inside.

you drag him down into the bathroom, sitting him down on the closed toilet lid before taking in his pained stance. satoru reaches out to grab both of your hands in his, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles before he says in a needy voice, "undress me."

you nearly wrench your hands out of his grip. "what?"

he leans back against the toilet seat, somehow managing to make it come across as graceful and elegant despite the pain ripping through him. he grips your hands tighter in a plea, "to clean the wound, angel, please."

with your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you nod, before gently pulling your hands away from his grasp. you rummage through the bathroom cabinets before finding the first aid kit you need. you come back to stand between satoru's legs before you tentatively pull up the fabric that was clinging to his skin.

you let out a gasp at the sight. blood and sweat leave a light sheen across his ridged abdomen and to the right, near his side, is a open wound on his side. aching, pulsing, and hurting.

fingers tracing around the wound, you're about to ask what happened for him to receive this bad of a injury before he croons, "if i had known you'd give me this reaction, i'd have you undress me more often, angel."

"how do you have time to joke about this? you're literally bleeding, satoru."

he shrugs, trying to feign nonchalance but his shoulders, lined with tension, give him away.

hurriedly, you start to clean the wound and all the places around it, stopping at every hiss he makes when the alcohol swab touches the open skin. his hands end up finding home on your hips, gripping them tightly as if it'll make the pain lessen. eventually, the wound ends up cleaned and bandaged to the best of your abilities.

satoru, still slick with sweat (and yet still beautiful), slides his hands from your hips back to your hands, holding them both tightly. he bows his head down, a small action of thankfulness, before he tilts his head further down and leaves a kiss down on your knuckle.

a breath passes and satoru's head remains lowered, seeing if you want him to stop. you flex your hand in his, trying to calm your nerves. you feel his smile against your hand as he presses another kiss upon your knuckles. he peppers both hands with kisses like he's thanking them for the action of treating his wound.

each kiss sends you into a frenzy and you squeeze his hands tightly, willing your heartbeat to calm. satoru looks up at you, his blue eyes glinting in the bathroom light, before his gaze flickers down to your lips. he tilts his head in question, leaning just a tad bit forward.

your breath hitches but you don't say anything, only leaning closer to him. surely he's going to kiss me, you think. you feel the ghost of a pair of lips on the corner of your mouth before you feel the heat of him leave your proximity.

he leans back once again, a grin plastered on his face despite his lower half resembling a mummy given his bandages. "can't have your patient doing risky things in this state, now can you, angel?"

© shotosjupiter. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.

[shotosjupiter]

35mm: k. akaashi

after partnering up with a familiar film student for his senior thesis, akaashi starts to feel something he thinks might be better off suppressed….

divider credits to plutism

main masterlist

status: complete

pairing: akaashi x f!reader

tags/warnings: brothers best friend trope, university au, smau, very slight angst, guilt/shame, alcohol, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

minors dni & other rules

bonus content: akaashi’s playlist | akaashi style guide | yn style guide

introductions: kenma + sugar babies | welcome 2 the omegaverse

chapter one: friendship rankings

chapter two: keg stand

chapter three: dostokovestky

chapter four: boys brunch

chapter five: auditions

chapter six: "little giggle"

chapter seven: code for [redacted]

chapter eight: weird and also hurtful [✐]

chapter nine: “making my film major roommate watch bad movies”

chapter ten: spreading false information

chapter eleven: haed

chapter twelve: drive home [✐]

chapter thirteen: too many wednesdays

chapter fourteen: changing the locks [✐]

chapter fifteen: sleeper cell

chapter sixteen: he admit it

chapter seventeen: the astro

chapter eighteen: as she sees it [✐]

chapter nineteen: slowly and rationally

chapter twenty: pizza time! [✐]

chapter twenty-one: just us

moodboard/description for 35mm by @causenessus

"FREDERICK BHAER AND JO ALL THE WAY I KNOW LAURIE IS IN HERE BUT ONLY BC THE SCENE IS LITERALLY JO LOOKING SO HAPPY OVER WATCHING A PERFORMANCE AND LAURIE IS GIVING HER THE LOOK OF LOVE. WHICH IS ANOTHER AESTHETIC KIND OF POINT THAT NEEDS TO BE MADE. the kind of both people are independent but lean on each other dynamic. like they could be by themselves (at least akaashi could) but wants to be with the other and the other person only. the kind of"i can do it" "i know you can but let me" dynamic. going to the gas station together at 3 am because one of them wants ice cream kind of aesthetic (totally not based off of when they were eating takeout together at his place). late nights and domesticity. yn and akaashi are the epitome of the quiet life people dream of, living in an apartment with their significant other. just them. that's their world. definitely dark academia like someone else said. definitely library dates. the couple that's helping the other study for their assignments or go to cafes together to work on homework (and one of them might end up pushing their homework aside just to look at the other person) i'm feeling fade into you and like real people do"

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UNDRESS ME!

pairing - satoru gojo x gn!reader

⤷ in which satoru comes by your place, injured, and pleading for a little help.

𖤐 NOT SMUT i know the title seems like it but it's just fluff i swear </3 slight tw for blood (satoru is injured) but that's all!

you hear the knock on your door late at night. it's a hurried motion, as if the person beyond the door is in great need. you look at your door with suspicion. it was late at night, who was knocking at your door with such frenzy at this hour?

you creep towards your door in caution like at any point the door would burst open and horrors would come in. instead, you hear the low groan of your name in a familiar voice. it takes a few seconds to process that it's satoru.

you hurriedly make the rest of your way to the door, quickly unfastening your locks, and yanking the door open. there, leaned up against your doorframe is satoru. beautiful, shining, glistening with sweat that could pass off as sheen from the moonlight, and holding a bleeding injury on the side of his abdomen.

you gawk at him for a moment before heaving out, "satoru,"

he grins his boyish grin at you, acting as if he isn't actively bleeding onto your front doormat. "hi angel," he says.

"you-what-how, come here," you gape at him before twisting your hand around the fabric of his shirt and dragging him inside.

you drag him down into the bathroom, sitting him down on the closed toilet lid before taking in his pained stance. satoru reaches out to grab both of your hands in his, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles before he says in a needy voice, "undress me."

you nearly wrench your hands out of his grip. "what?"

he leans back against the toilet seat, somehow managing to make it come across as graceful and elegant despite the pain ripping through him. he grips your hands tighter in a plea, "to clean the wound, angel, please."

with your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you nod, before gently pulling your hands away from his grasp. you rummage through the bathroom cabinets before finding the first aid kit you need. you come back to stand between satoru's legs before you tentatively pull up the fabric that was clinging to his skin.

you let out a gasp at the sight. blood and sweat leave a light sheen across his ridged abdomen and to the right, near his side, is a open wound on his side. aching, pulsing, and hurting.

fingers tracing around the wound, you're about to ask what happened for him to receive this bad of a injury before he croons, "if i had known you'd give me this reaction, i'd have you undress me more often, angel."

"how do you have time to joke about this? you're literally bleeding, satoru."

he shrugs, trying to feign nonchalance but his shoulders, lined with tension, give him away.

hurriedly, you start to clean the wound and all the places around it, stopping at every hiss he makes when the alcohol swab touches the open skin. his hands end up finding home on your hips, gripping them tightly as if it'll make the pain lessen. eventually, the wound ends up cleaned and bandaged to the best of your abilities.

satoru, still slick with sweat (and yet still beautiful), slides his hands from your hips back to your hands, holding them both tightly. he bows his head down, a small action of thankfulness, before he tilts his head further down and leaves a kiss down on your knuckle.

a breath passes and satoru's head remains lowered, seeing if you want him to stop. you flex your hand in his, trying to calm your nerves. you feel his smile against your hand as he presses another kiss upon your knuckles. he peppers both hands with kisses like he's thanking them for the action of treating his wound.

each kiss sends you into a frenzy and you squeeze his hands tightly, willing your heartbeat to calm. satoru looks up at you, his blue eyes glinting in the bathroom light, before his gaze flickers down to your lips. he tilts his head in question, leaning just a tad bit forward.

your breath hitches but you don't say anything, only leaning closer to him. surely he's going to kiss me, you think. you feel the ghost of a pair of lips on the corner of your mouth before you feel the heat of him leave your proximity.

he leans back once again, a grin plastered on his face despite his lower half resembling a mummy given his bandages. "can't have your patient doing risky things in this state, now can you, angel?"

© shotosjupiter. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.