Yare Yare Daze. (Im So Fucked But Yolo)

yare yare daze. (I’m so fucked but yolo)

You suddenly switch bodies with your icon. On a scale of 1 to 10, (10 being the highest value) how well are you coping with that change?

old ass jjba fanart. yuck. Anyways, time to draw some new ones of sillies

did this pic of sanji in my style

Could you make Sally Park from Lookism!!!

okay :) + i rlly liked her dynamic with Warren, so cute

Today, the waiter is very fucking single.

Gn!Reader x Gojo

Summary: Gojo wants your number.

It was the café’s annual dress to impress day—a chance to attract more customers and earn generous tips. For you, it meant donning a sleek suit and stepping up your game. Maybe some gel on your hair and jewelry on your wrists too.

Though you had a feeling you would end being bothered by a certain chatty blue eyed man.

He always came in to just to linger.

He strolled in with his usual confidence, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they settled on you. He grinned, approaching your counter with a playful swagger. You noticed the light skip in his steps.

“Well, well, well,” Gojo greeted, pushing his black shades down. “Look at you, all dressed up. Trying to steal the show?”

“Just trying to make a couple more tips.” you replied casually, though his presence made your heart skip a beat. (Not like you’d tell him.)

“Ah, but you could be much more comfortable if you let me take you out sometime,” he suggested smoothly, flashing his trademark grin.

You chuckled, amused by his persistence. “And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

“Because I’m simply amazing,” he teased, leaning closer. “And I always get what I want.”

Before you could respond, a customer—a well-dressed man with an air of confidence—approached your counter, a friendly smile on his face.

“Excuse me,” the man began, directing his attention to you. “I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look in that suit. Can I buy you a drink sometime?”

You glanced at Gojo, who watched the exchange with a neutral expression that belied the sharp edge of disagreement simmering beneath the surface. The man’s casual flirtation didn’t go unnoticed by either of you, though you remained oblivious to Gojo’s reaction.

Flustered by the unexpected attention, you politely declined the man’s offer, focusing on taking his order with practiced professionalism. Gojo seemed to bore his eyes into the poor man’s soul. Sensing the sudden tension, the man quickly excused himself and retreated to his table, leaving you and Gojo in a charged silence.

Once the man was out of earshot, Gojo cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on you with a newfound intensity.

“Looks like you’ve got admirers lining up today,” he remarked lightly, though there was a tightness in his tone.

You raised an eyebrow, sensing a shift in his demeanor. “Yeah, it happens. Jealous?”

“Jealousy? Please,” he scoffed, though his jaw tensed imperceptibly. “Just an observation.”

Despite his dismissive tone, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His eyes were as scary as they are gorgeous.

Hauntingly beautiful, perhaps.

“Well, in any case. We just got some macaroons finished in the back. Want some?” you asked, pouring him another cup of coffee.

Gojo’s lips went into a small pout, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Yes.”

As you returned with the plate of colorful macaroons, Gojo’s eyes lit up with a mixture of amusement and gratitude. He picked one up delicately, inspecting it with exaggerated interest before taking a bite.

“These are almost as sweet as you,” he remarked with a feral grin, his charm fully restored.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Smooth, Gojo. But save your lines for someone who’s not immune to your charm.”

Gojo chuckled, leaning back against the counter with casual confidence. “Oh, but you know you love it.”

You scoffed, feigning offense. “Keep dreaming, Gojo.”

The silence that followed was comfortable. As Gojo finished the last macaroon, he stood up, adjusting his sunglasses with a smirk.

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, duty calls,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Sure, sure,” you replied nonchalantly, though your heart raced with anticipation. As he turned to leave, you took a spontaneous leap of courage, rushing after him with a slip of paper in hand.

You ignored your coworkers cries of betrayal and left the poor other customers alone to wait.

“Hey, Gojo!” you called out, catching his attention just before he reached the door. Wiping your sweaty palms on your pants.

He turned back, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What’s up?”

You held out the slip of paper, your number scrawled hastily across it. “Here. You asked.”

Gojo took the slip with a teasing grin, starting to squint at your handwriting. “Wow, your handwriting is so shitty I can’t even read it.”

“Fuck off.”

He chuckled softly, tucking the slip into his pocket with a nod of appreciation. “Alright, I’ll text you.”

A small scowl painted your face. “You better.”

OH GOD PLEASE DRAW WEATHER REPORT MY BELOBED 🙏🙏🙏 i THINK HE AND CORAZON WOULD BE BESTIES IDK I LOV THEM BOTH 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Ofccccc :) take this quick sketch^^