Imagine a Merlin who is like jesus christ such an idiot i hate him and then sees Arthur comforting some down town kid who has been orphaned. And that's the moment Merlin knows he's absolutely fucked
n e wais, my demands are as follows. (If you don't comply I will leak ur address on this god forsaken app. DONT MAKE ME DO IT u cacaracha de cocina económica)
I DEMAND a fic where reader is older than gojo & he does silly things like:
buy her VERY expensive gifts to earn her love (don't u dare go cheap on me. I wanna see Chanel and all that shit. Everyone knows Gojo is sugar daddy material)
learn what her favorite songs are so he can "unsuspectingly" play them during their car rides.
just basically the shit u be doing for ur men fr (being delusional)
But the catch is reader doesn't see him like that bc he's younger, yet, he keeps doing everything in his power to make her see him in a different light (as in, see him romantically and not just as her "little brother")
make it so fluffy my teeth rot and I have to get them extracted immediately fr
pairing: gojo satoru x reader
contains: tooth rooting fluff, age gap, lots of spoiling, some violence
word count: 2.1k
Sigh.
Gojo was at it again. You could tell as soon as you opened the door to your apartment.
One thing you didn’t expect to see when you got home was Sephora bags on your counter. You should have come to expect it though; that’s just how Gojo was. You show the slightest interest in a product and he immediately buys it, thinking it’ll somehow make you fall in love with him.
Another sigh escaped your lips.
How were you to deal with his non-stop barrage of affection and gifts?
You opted to set your work bag down and instead focused on the multitude of bags in front of you. Slightly peeking into them, you were greeted by Charlotte Tilbury products, specifically the blush you had been talking to Gojo about for weeks. Of course that wasn’t the only thing he bought. Gojo was anything but cheap.
He’d bought you every new cosmetic product in the store. The amount was absolutely ridiculous; there was no way you’d be able to use all of them before they expired.
Your phone ringed in your pocket, prompting you to pick it up. Of course Gojo was calling you after the stunt he pulled.
“What?” you answered.
“What’s with the hostility, sweetheart? I take it you saw the gifts I left you?” You weren’t face to face with the man, but you could vividly imagine the shit-eating grin on his face when he answered.
You leave his words hanging in the air, a deadpan expression on your face from how irritable he was being. The silence was comforting until it was broken by his vexing voice once more.
“Don’t I at least get a thank you?”
“You’re an idiot. Why would you spend so much money on stuff I’ll never get around to using?”
Gojo leaned back on his chair on the other side of the call, kicking his feet up on his desk as he reached out for the framed photograph he had of you. His thumb caressed your cheek — wishing it was the real thing instead.
“Hmm, I dunno,” He murmurs, setting the picture down. “Maybe I want you to use it for our date? If you’ll ever accept to one, that is.”
You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache form. You hung up on him after turning down his date proposal for the thousandth time.
“Stupid Gojo with his stupid schemes,” you whispered. Despite your words, you couldn’t help but let a tiny smile pull at your lips.
“This is stupid,” you said as you got in Gojo’s car.
“Tell that to your broken down car,” said the man who you suspected was behind your slashed tires.
‘It wasn’t him though! he insisted.’ You didn’t trust that. How else would your tires end up slashed while you were in the middle of work?
You turned away from him, sighing and deciding to instead look out the window, “Whatever, just take me home.”
Gojo could tell you were down in the dumps; he knew you had worked hard for that car, and it meant a lot to you, despite the fact that he was willing to buy you another one.
He frowned slightly before turning the radio on and connecting it to his phone.
The sudden noise startled you, “What are you doing?”
As he typed away on his phone, you assumed he was texting a girl, maybe his newest piece. It was typical behavior of someone his age. What you didn’t expect was for your favorite song to come on.
The melody lifted your mood a bit, it was relaxing. You even moved to the music. The lyrics resonated within you, pulling you out of your contemplation.
Gojo smiled at your mood changing — he could bear having to listen to your song choices, but he just couldn’t bear seeing your melancholic face as tears welled up in your starry eyes.
He was glad he had snooped through your spotify now.
Sundays were what you dubbed the “best day of the week.”
You finally had a chance to relax and unload from all your workload. Sundays were days you spent in bed just a little longer, only getting up around 10 am. They were also when you brewed a warm coffee and sat down near a candle while reading your newest favorite book.
Sundays felt homey, something that you didn’t feel throughout the week when you had to wake up early and work long hours.
You hummed as you took a sip of coffe — it was just perfect. Today was perfect: no work to do, no one to bother you, nothing to do.
You thought your day would be peaceful and quiet until you got a knock at the door. Getting up to answer, you already had a slight inkling of who it was. Nevertheless, you found yourself opening the door and of course, it was Gojo Satoru in the flesh.
“Hell—“
You didnt give him a chance to finish and instead slammed the door in his face. ‘Not today,’ you thought as you closed your eyes and wished him being at your doorstep was a hallucination.
Instead of your wish being granted and you ending up drinking your coffee peacefully, you got another knock at the door.
You sighed, “Guess there’s no escaping this.”
Gojo wore a bright, blinding smile as you opened the door, “I knew you wouldn’t leave little old me at the door hanging!”
“Gojo, why are you at my door this early in the morning?”
“It’s,” he paused to take a look at his watch before continuing, “11:34 in the morning. I think I’m late, actually.”
“That doesn’t change anything.”
“Quite the lazy one aren’t you? Anyway, I brought peace offerings,” Gojo said as he held up the bags of takeout, IHop specifically; he knew it was your weakness. “I knew you wouldn’t let me in if I came empty handed.”
You smiled at the sight of food, ignoring how your mouth instantly watered, “Hm, I guess you can come in.” You pushed open your door wider, stepping to the side so he’d walk in.
Gojo donned his signature smile as he strutted into your place like he owned it. Even if he’d been here before, he could never stop admiring the place. It felt like home — a home he wished he shared with you.
“Don’t go snooping through my things again. I know you were looking for my family album last time,” you said with a glare as you walked towards the kitchen.
“Can’t a man be curious about his future in-laws?” The white-haired sorcerer sat down the food, quickly distracting you from his comment so you wouldn’t shut down his hopes and dreams. “Tada! I got you your favorite pancakes.”
“Thanks,” you said as you started digging in.
Gojo couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the way you hungrily wolfed down the pancakes — he almost felt bad for them.
“So, Yaga wants you to go on a mission with the new students.”
You stopped chewing midway at his words and sighed, “Is this why you came? To sweeten me up into accepting?” You muttered with half of your pancake sticking out of your mouth, your words almost incomprehensible to Gojo.
“Come on, do it for me?”
“Yeah, whatever,” you stood up and started walking away, “You can leave now.”
A frown pulled at Gojo’s pink lips, he knew you didn’t like the Jujutsu world and how unfair they were, but with the recent curse activity, he was needed elsewhere and you were the only one who he trusted to go with the students he cherished.
Nanami had already said no. Gojo feared you would too, but you loved the students too much to say no. He almost felt envious of how much you doted on them, wishing it was him instead.
He stood up, walking over to you. He tilted your chin upwards to look at him, even if he knew you didn’t want to. “I know you’re not too fond of our line of work, but you’re the only one I can trust.”
You had no choice but to look into his perfectly crafted blue eyes, how they were slowly but surely becoming your weakness. Stupid Gojo with his stupid pretty eyes and his stupid honey words.
Your resolve melted away almost instantly. “Fine.” You pulled away, “Just send over the details for the mission.”
You knew the mission was happening soon, just not this soon.
‘Curse you, Gojo,’ you thought as you looked at your text messages with him.
Pain in my ass: Just hang on, it’ll only be for a few hours >:)
He messaged you, while surely spending an absurd amount of money on sweets on the other side of the world.
“Should we be concerned for Gojo-sensei? She looks like she’s about to kill someone,” Yuji whispered to Megumi and Nobara.
He wasn’t joking. There was a deep scowl on your face while your eyes twitched at every message you got. Your pink nails dug into your palms as you got angrier and angrier. There was no doubt in Yuji’s mind that Gojo wouldn’t make it out alive when he came back.
“He brought it on himself, idiot,” Megumi said, snapping Yuji out of his thoughts.
“How?” Yuji responded.
“Gojo-sensei knows this is her only day off and specifically told us we should do this today without fail, probably just to piss her off more.”
“Hmph, Gojo has no respect for a lady’s personal time,” Nobara butted in, crossing her arms.
“Let’s go.” You had finally stopped fuming at your phone angrily.
The mission was actually quite simple — something Gojo neglected to tell you. All you had to do was watch over his students as they attempted to exorcize a curse, a test made to see if their abilities were up to par.
You could breathe a sigh of relief when they told you that. At least you wouldn’t have to use your cursed energy.
Well, you lied.
As it turns out, nobody bothered to check the curse’s grade (or the higher ups neglected to do so in order to get rid of Yuji). You were told it was a grade 3, something simple that the teenagers could handle. Now, the curse was a grade 1 that easily beat Yuji, Nobara and Megumi up.
Sigh.
You would definitely make Gojo pay for this, especially on your off day.
“Of course I have to clean up Gojo’s mess now.”
The curse easily towered over you, reaching at least 7 feet in height. It wasn’t humanoid like the other curses Gojo had encountered then told you about, though, instead, it donned a traditional Japanese yukata with the lower half of an octopus and a human torso accompanied by an ox head. Quite terrifying in your opinion — if you were a normal person, that is.
“You got this, sensei!” shouted Yuji who sat by a wall.
“Well, I’ve got students watching. Don’t disappoint me, little octopus.”
Disappoint you it didn’t. As a matter of fact, it left you stunned with its speed. It was faster than you, managing to land a strike near your ribs. That ought to cost you a pretty penny in the hospital later.
“Ohoho, I see a little octopus curse has already bruised up that pretty face of yours.”
There was that irritating voice of Gojo’s, narrating the battle as if he was actively fighting it and not you. Of course he’d come in right at the moment when you’re losing. You’d only managed to keep the curse’s limbs restricted with vines, but beyond that you couldn’t do anything. That was the curse of being a grade 3 sorcerer.
“Shut up and come help me, idiot!”
“Nah, I like seeing you put in the effort,” Gojo said as he stood around. You could see the bag of mochi he was holding, offering some to your students as a way of showing his unbothered nature by the situation.
You narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re paying my hospital bill after this.”
“Say please.”
“YOU WANT ME TO BEG YOU TO HELP??” Disbelief coursed through your veins and was as clear as day on your face. There was no way you’d plead Gojo for help.
Well, yes there was.
“Please.”
You had no strength left to deal with a curse of that level; Gojo was now your only option. You knew how to pick your battles, after all (or so you’d like to think).
“Now, in exchange for a kiss on the cheek, I’ll definitely help.”
He had to be joking — there was absolutely no way that would be happening.
He wasn’t joking.
“You’re an idiot,” you whispered in Gojo’s ear as you pressed your lips to his cheek, sealing your fate.
“I can die happy now,” Gojo said as he made a stupidly in love face.
Do you like free serotonin? Bad puns? Wacky hijinks? Extremely low-stress games where it’s impossible to get a bad ending? Well, Magical Otoge Ciel is for you!
It’s really just a super cute, low-stress, funny (and pun-ny) game. No bad endings, and dialogue choices don’t really impact the story so it’s really low-stakes. Sometimes a dialogue choice just evokes a really funny response from a character so you should definitely try it out. The main cast are all super lovely and have a great dynamic with each other. The adventures are fun, full of funny jokes, and the comedic timing is so on point. I enjoy the meta humor in this game a lot. I trust this writer with my life. This is game is so pure that a forehead kiss is the most skinship you’ll get. The love stories are real cute too. Florien is the knight who’s been in love with Ciel since childhood, Anton is the head of the knights who is clueless about the fact he’s starting to develop feelings for Ciel, and Yvin is a cheeky rogue who is following the trio around during their wacky hijinks initially for selfish reasons but ultimately ends up caring for Ciel. I enjoy the art style and the backgrounds have to be some of my favorites I’ve ever seen in a game. This game is so good and so sweet and I’m so glad I played it.
Rodolphus stood at the cooker making the household’s dinner, and today Mal was being quite...clingy. This was unusual behaviour for the teen as he was usually the flirty type, and now Mal was here. Clinging to him, whining like a little child. Was it chocolate that he wanted?
“Look, if you’re going to ask for chocolate cake as dessert, do it properly.”
“No, I don’t want chocolate cake!”
Mal was burying his head into Rod’s back, his voice muffled. Mal’s white hair tickled his cheeks. Finally, having enough of his childishness, Rod turned off the cooker. He turned around to face Mal and the teen almost fell flat on the floor.
“Alright what do you want?!”
“I wanna cuddle with you.”
Silence. Rod untied his apron and folded it up neatly. He then took his jacket and headed for the door.
“I’m done. No dinner for tonight.”
“Wait, Rod-”
“You guys go buy some McDonald’s or something.”
“Rod, no! Don’t leave me!”
“Nope. Bye.”
“Rod!”
The white haired teen dashed after Rod, longing to cuddle with him.
Oooh ooh I got a good one! Kamui's first kiss with Lobster lo- I-I mean Ryouma...
I tried
Your first kiss is perfect. It’s storybook-like, even, with how wonderfully everything falls into place. Of course, you could expect nothing less from a prince. It’s when he finally tells you that he loves you, that he sweeps you in his arms, with one hand in the small of your back and the other on the back of your head. It’s just you and he in an empty courtyard, the perfect place for the perfect proposal. His thumb brushes up the nape of your cheek in little circles, and he inches closer little by little, as if gauging your expression.
When his nose touches yours, you part your lips and close your eyes, and hope that he does the same because you’re as red as the armor he typically wears. You’re thankful that he’s not wearing it right now because you want nothing in the way. And then finally, finally, after fantasizing about it for so long his lips are finally yours. First they shape around your lips in a gentle, tender kiss, and the man pulls back just in case you want to stop.
“How was that?” his voice is solid, yet slightly hesitant.
“I liked it a lot.” You feel heat spread across your cheeks, and he barks out a happy laugh.
“So cute,” he murmurs before giving you another kiss. “My cute, precious _____…” this kiss is more possessive. It’s a seal that you’re his, and only his. His emotions cycle with each time you part for air. Possessive, protective, desiring…your knees are giving out underneath you and you’re lost in the warmth Ryouma gives you…All he does tonight is kiss you, but you know the memories will linger fresh in your mind for years to come.
It’s Alison’s birthday! So here I am with a fluffy little gift hahahah :) Hope you like it!
No beta
Prompt taken from Angie: “ The ‘I’m trying to study for this stupid fucking exam and that guy keeps staring at me from three tables over’ AU”
It’s not like she doesn’t want to get an A in her next chemistry exam, but this is too much, Caroline tells herself. At first she didn’t really realize what was going on; after some time, she decided, tried, to ignore him; now she just couldn’t do it anymore.
Katherine even looks amused, “what’s up roommate?” she asks innocently, using her new “original” nickname.
They had been sharing a flat for a month but it already felt like forever.
“That guy over there is staring at me.” Caroline says dryly, motioning her friend the direction she needs to look at with her eyes.
“Were?” She looks up and rolls her eyes at Katherine’s smirk.
“Are you serious, Kat? The blonde blue eyes hottie from three tables over.”
Her friend gazes at the man unashamedly turning her head, “oh that hottie...” she murmurs, “I prefer the one sitting next to him.”
Crap, she didn’t notice the other guy.
“I’m not going to turn now,” she whispers to her friend.
“Your loose,” Katherine says while she keeps looking at the boys. Caroline sighs, a look wouldn’t hurt, right?
She just moves her head for a second but it’s enough for the hot guy to wink at her, she quickly looks down at her notes.
Katherine is laughing so hard right now some people around them turn to watch what’s going on, others instead just tell them to shut up because they are in the library. Caroline can’t stand it anymore and stands up, getting her things on her bag and walking away from her friend, who is trying to breathe while begging her not to go, but she ignores her and leaves her behind.
Once she is outside the building, she takes a long breath and lets herself relax again, Katherine is fun but insufferable, and she had enough with a gorgeous boy staring at her, no need to add a friend laughing at the situation.
“Hey!” she hears an accented voice calling at her, her brows frown and she turns around to face the guy from the library.
Oh god, he is even more handsome now that she is seeing him closer.
“I so don’t wanna talk with you right now,” she tells him but his dimpled smile stops her. Is he even real?
“Come on sweetheart, how about I invite you to a coffee?” he asks too politely for her liking.
“Are you serious? Take a hint.” She replies, starting to walk away from him.
“Don’t be angry love, it’s not your fault that your friend isn’t, how could I say it… not particularly discreet. I just want you to get to know me,” he says pleadingly, “I dare you.”
It’s true that Kat isn’t exactly smooth, and it was obvious they were both looking at him and his companion, but still she didn’t know anything about this boy.
“I don’t even know your name,” she mumbles.
“It’s Klaus,” he smiles, “and we actually go to chemistry class together.”
That makes her look up at his blue eyes, “really?” she asks.
“Yes, really,” and the way he says that its almost killing her, for the accent of course, not the tingling sensation she gets at his words, she assures her mind. “And if you have any questions I can answer them while we drink something during our break, Caroline.”
She tries not to look surprised when she realizes he knows her name, which means he had at least a bit of an interest on her, right? And she really needs something to calm her nerves anyways.
“Okay I accept your coffee, but just so you know, I’m too smart to be seduced by you,” she tells him pointing a finger at his chest while they walk side by side to the cafeteria.
