#x reader au

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Cashier! Reader x jjk characters

Note: not edited, just a quick scratch before I forget the idea lol

The hustle and bustle off the city mutes as the door chimes behind you. The bells clanging as it closes. “Helloo—oh.” Your coworker chimes as they stand at the register, their greeting dying as they realize it wasn’t a customer that had come in. Faux enthusiasm going out just as fast as it came.

“Clocking in?” They ask, raising their eyebrows. You nod, “Yep.” You chirp, voice sounding just as dead as theirs. “Good luck— it’s been a fucking day and a half.” They drone on, warning you of the dreaded shift that you were tagging them out of.

You give the typical response, lips pursing together to show how you felt on the inside: definitely not looking forward to this shift.

“Great,” Your tone is flat, you grab your time card and slot into the top. The machine grabs it and dips it down stamping the time of your arrival. You grab it and place it back into the holder. You glance up at your coworker, “Any idea who else is coming in?”

They shrug, “Manager said someone called out— so you could be with anyone, or no one, for that matter.” You heave a sigh.

Great. Awesome…Fantastic.

“Welp, I’m out of here. It’s a new drawer, so just log in.” They pat your back as you walk up to the register, logging into the system. “Guy on 5 is getting a full tank— $50.” You nod as you look out the window at the skinny lanky man pumping his gas, his expression is gaunt. He looked like he had been stressed all his life, and after life.

As he is pumping the gas, the back door cracking open. You see three teenagers pile out as he pleads with them to come back, almost pathetically.

“Welcome~.” You chime with the same fake enthusiasm as your coworker had done earlier, the door chimes as the teenagers walk in. They duck their head in a quick, but polite greeting hurrying over to the drinks.

The taller black haired teen grabs a plain black coffee, making their girl teen scoff. “Wow, Fushiguro— can’t you drink something a little more tasteful.” She rolls her eyes. A scowl comes on his face fast, “Tch.” Is all he gives as a response.

You raise an eyebrow, mildly amused by their antics. The pink haired teen gasps and whips open a fridge door, “Look, Kugasaki, Fushiguro! They have the new ice cream sundae Dr.Pepper! D’you think Gojo Sensei would want to try it?”

She walks over to him. “Gross, probably. Dude’s a freak for sweets.” Fushiguro nods in agreement.

You blink slowly, getting weirded out by their talk, deciding it was probably best to tune them out. They grab a couple of things and bring them up to the counter to check out. “This all for you?” You ask them as you grab their drinks, scanning them and placing them in a bag, glancing up at the blank faced teen. He nods side eyeing the other two in his group, as they push each other bickering. The scowls at them, a slight flush on his face. Saving him from noticing his embarrassment, you hit the button displaying the total. “Ok. That’ll be $14.56— cash or car-“

He holds up a black card, Gojo’s black card.

“Gotcha.” You weren’t going to question why a teenager had a black card…

You hit the card button, the slot lighting up. He taps the card to the screen, paying without a word. You rip the receipt as it prints placing it in the bag, quickly reprinting and placing the copy into the basket.

You nod, saying a quick, “Have a good one.” He nods back, mumbling a ‘Yeah, you too.’ As he grabs the bag, pushing the other too out the door— “You’re embarrassing me, stop.” As they bicker about who chose the best drink and snacks.

The door chimes again, silence taking over the store. “Well….alright.” You say to yourself as you watch them walk back to the car through the window.

what does this mean 👀

(I understand if it's not public, regardless I absolutely love your cryptic au tags)

Sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this, I temporarily blacked out at the thought of having to explain myself 😅 These are for an AU (not barduil or erasermic but a secret third thing) where the characters meet online when character A (praise kink) commissions platonic x reader fanfiction from character B (hand kink) based on a show they both enjoy.

This begs the question of why I refer to the characters as “praise kink” and “hand kink” when the x reader fic under discussion is platonic. The names are unfortunately accurate to the characters’ kinks, and they also protect me from the well-deserved shame I would experience if this ever saw the light of day. The shame I experience every time I use the tags “x reader au” and “[noun] kink” in order is a small price to pay.

Please read this before you make a request. This is basically my ‘terms and services’ that you accept when making a request.

I Write:

“x reader” (And I don’t plan on changing that.)

I try and write for EVERYONE, which means I try not to specify details about the reader so everyone can imagine themselves into the plot

You can still request specific things about the reader (hair colour, nationality, etc.)

I write for a female reader, since I’m a female myself, it’s easier for me

People I write for is HERE  

Fluff, Angst, Smut everything your heart desires

Headcanons, Reactions, Imagines, Preferences 

AU’s: 

Mythological or supernatural/fantasy creatures

Vampire

Werewolf

Witch

Zombie

Fairy

Different historical areas

Horror

Mobster/Gangster

Bad Boy/Fuckboy

(Or more, for now, this is all I could think about)

I Do Not Write:

Anything offensive or hurtful 

About rape or sexual abuse

NOTHING related to children, pedo stuff!

No BDSM 

Please always be clear about the scenario when making the request. If you want to leave some details up to me, that’s also fine. 

Please be prepared to wait. I do this in my free time, so requests might take a while to be posted.