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UNO, BABY.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . gojo x reader <3 fluff fluff fluff !! it’s my first time writing! please show lots of love >.< sooo i’m not so great at tags lol. they're so sweet. lots of giggles! banter? reader calls satoru a nerd! bc i absolutely love love love nerdjo! jjk fandom is awesome for that x also got a little lazy towards the end. aesthetics and like a lil nudity from readers side! wine drinking! playing uno! (forgive me if my uno rules don't align, my friends and i are just cheaters through and through lol... + it's uno, make your own rules!) lots and lots of kisses! sooo touchy. stripping (no smut tho!!) he just loves her naked lol. just good vibes!! <3 & i also listened to “lied to” by zayn while writing this (few toooo many times lol) so you could too /for the vibes ig?/ ty mwah!

It’s gone just a little after 11 p.m on a Friday.

Your living room is bathed in the warm serene glow of fairy lights strung above the walls and shelves, soft and golden against the navy of the night outside. Satorus playlist humming quietly through the Bluetooth speaker. Steady, dreamy, perfect background noise for wine and the mischief sparking between the two of you.

Satorus legs are stretched out on the carpet, back against the couch, his (your) hello kitty mismatched socks half falling off. You’re sitting across him, cross-legged, curled up in a hoodie he definitely wore yesterday, the sleeves too long on you, as your cards sit between your fingers.

He’s already down to two.

You narrow your eyes at him over the rim of your glass of wine, “You’re cheating.”

“I’m not cheating,” Satoru says, laughing, eyes twinkling prettily behind his glasses. His cheeks flushed, pink and dewy, both from the wine (most of it downed by him), and from how shamelessly he’s been flirting with you all night. “You’re just losing, baby.”

He reaches for a fry from the open takeout sitting on the coffee table. Eats it slow, smirking, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Stupid pretty boy.

You throw a red eight onto the pile with much more aggression than needed. “You're just an asshole.”

He gasps, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “You wound me, baby.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” You say with a shrug, holding in a little smile.

“That a threat?” he murmurs, tossing a yellow skip card, following it with a yellow five. Smirking as he does so, “Because I love when you talk dirty.”

You roll your eyes, then groan, flopping back onto the floor, legs stretched beside his. “You’re the worst Uno partner, you know that?”

He shifts forward, wine glass half-tipped in one hand, the other brushing against your right ankle as he whispers, “Hm.. But I am your favorite person.”

You shoot him a glare from your position,  that fails completely because you’re smiling way too much. “Who lied to you?”

“Tragic,” he says, his hand gently trailing up your shin. “You’re stuck with me for the night.” He shrugs.

You sit up once again, smiling at him through lowered lashes, sipping your wine slowly, smug. “Oh, I’m not stuck. I just happen to enjoy watching you lose, baby.”

Baby. Fucking tease, he thinks.

Satoru chuckles, head thrown back, white fluffy hair bouncing as his laugh fills the room. So boyish, so sweet.

“You’re so full of it. You’ve had, like, seven cards for the past five rounds!”

You shrug, sipping again, “And you’ve had a boner for the past three.”

He chokes on his drink, pausing, spluttering, and immediately blushes like you caught him red handed... which, you kinda did.

“Me? Having a boner?,” he says, voice high. Defending. “First of all—”

You lean forward, cutting him off, tossing a +2 on the very messy pile. “Drink up, nerd.”

“You’re unbelievable.” But he drinks regardless and picks up two cards with a dramatic sigh, face still flushed, but grinning like he couldn’t be happier.

A pretty boy is Gojo Satoru.

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You've moved to the couch now, ass hurting way too much, as you sit side by side, your legs thrown over his, the Uno cards in a messy heap on the coffee table, long forgotten. His hand rests casually on your thigh, thumb brushing absent minded little circles over your leg.

You’re both much more loose now, giggling at stupid memes he’s showing you, the takeout containers pushed aside.

...

“Okay,” he says, glancing at you with a smile so fond it makes your chest ache. “We need stakes.”

“Stakes? For Uno?” You raise a brow, smile painting your face, “What are you, twelve?”

He pokes at your side. “Don’t disrespect the game!”

You giggle, swatting his hand away, but he only catches it in his soft ones, intertwining your fingers.

“Fine. Stakes. Like what?”

His voice drops a little. Soft, mischievous, boyish as he speaks, “Loser has to tell the other a secret.”

You tilt your head, intrigued. “A secret? Any kind?”

“Any kind,” he says, nodding, gaze lingering on your lips now, softly chewing against his bottom one, “Or… a dare.”

You hum thoughtfully, looking up at him, brushing a strand of hair away from his face, pretending to consider, even as his fingers start tracing shapes on your inner thigh, barely under the hem of your (his) oversized hoodie. “That’s dangerous, you know?”

He leans in, wine-sweet breath ghosting against your lips, “That’s the point.”

Oh it’s on.

You’re back on the floor, cards in hand, both of you leaning way too close. The mood has shifted. Still so serene, still so playful, but there’s an edge to it now.

His knee brushes yours every few seconds. His glances longer. Tongue pushing against his cheek. Hungrier. He keeps licking his lips like he knows exactly how much it affects you.

You’re losing. Badly. Very badly.

You’re down to five cards when he slaps his last one down, a smug little yellow three. Fuck.

Mouth agape, you scoff. Unfuckingbelievable.

And Satoru? He sits back against the couch, arms crossed, watching your reaction with a stupid smirk. Quiet. Says nothing. Not yet.

You slide the pillow that you had been keeping warm from under you and throw it at him.

He catches it easily, laughing uncontrollably, as he collapses back on the rug. “Secret or dare?” he giggles.

You groan and bury your face in your cards. “I hate you.”

“Don’t hate the player baby, hate the game,” he says, breathless. “Now spill.”

You peek at him over the cards, as he lays there, still catching his breath, shirt slightly ridden up, the v of his hips peeking out over his sweats. Life’s unfair. He’s unfair. Gojo Satoru is SO unfair!

“Fine,” you sigh, pouting.

“Dare.”

He props himself up on his elbow, absolutely invested, smirking. “M’kay... Strip.”

You look up at him, eyes wide.

“Strip?!”

“Yeah. Strip, baby. You said dare.” He says, giggling. (Stupid lovely boy!)

“You're full off shit Toru!”

So so giggly is Gojo Satoru as he says, “I love you too.”

“Come on! You're the one who said I have boner... which... I do... So come on, angel, might as well just give me what I want.” He shrugs annoyingly.

You stare him down, then scoff out a smile. So pretty, he thinks. His pretty girl.

You roll your eyes, and slowly begin lifting the material.

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You're both on the couch again. You in just your underwear. Black and lacy. Pretty. Finding home as you’re straddling his lap, a now less messy pile of cards perched atop his chest. The lights twinkle behind you, casting soft gentle shadows over the room. Over him. Satoru is warm beneath you, buzzed and flushed and happy. One hand resting on your hip, playing with the hem of the black material, the other holding his very few cards. Lips still pink and swollen from kissing you much earlier.

“You’re the worst,” you murmur, pouting, as you look down at your cards.

He looks at you. Quietly, tenderly. Then he slowly sits up a little, leans in, face close to yours now as he hums, "Am I?” His nose gently brushing against yours.

You nod.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers against your lips, nose nudging so delicately, the hand resting on your hip pressing comfortably. He's so comfortable.

You lean into the kiss. Gentle, mellow, hushed. Kissing Satoru because you want to. Because you can. Because he's yours to kiss.

You pull away slightly, resting your forehead against his, smiling. Then-

Smack!

“Satoru you fucker!”

He laughs as he falls back to his position into the couch, holding both your wrists.

“Okay okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, baby!”

“You fucking cheater! Can't believe you kissed me to get a peek at my cards!” You say whining, as you attempt to get your hands free.

He lets go, and immediately pulls you down into him, hugging you close. Warm. But still so stupidly annoying.

You feel him shift beneath you as he grins, hands sliding into your hair, brushing strands behind your ear, “That was mean. I'm really sorry.”

Your chin rests on his chest, looking up at him. The position a little awkward, but he's so cute like this. So ridiculously endearing. How could you ever stay mad at him?

You try holding back a smile, as you bury your face against his neck. You hum, “So mean.”

He kisses the side of your head, rubbing gently up and down your back, his left hand playing with your fingers.

...

“I had fun,” he says quietly.

You giggle against his chest, voice muffled, “Well of course you did. You weren't the one losing and stripping, Toru.”

You feel him smile against your hair, “Point. But, It’s romance, baby. Romance.”

“To hell with your romance,” You say giggling, as you sit up, fingers brushing his hair back, kissing his cheek.

He looks up at you, star-struck and admiring. “My pretty pretty baby,” he says quietly.

You flush, leaning down to kiss his nose. “You.”

He pulls the blanket over you both, finding home in eachother, as you slowly drift off. Warm, serene, happy. Just buzzing wine, glittery fairy lights, you, and Satoru. Uno long forgotten, and a memory made so beautifully.

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fin ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ thank you for reading! i hope you liked it <33

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Thinking a lot recently about the constant comparison of Oblivion to Skyrim, particularly claims that Oblivion is superior in every way strictly by virtue of quest length and the greater grandiosity of the organizations in Oblivion, and I think there's been a fundamental misunderstanding of what's actually going on with Tamriel during the time period of Skyrim. Even though it's like...one of the core concepts of the main storyline.

Putting most of this under a cut for length, but I just...I think people misunderstand what's going on here. This is not a "One Game Good Other Game Bad" post, it's an analysis of a major, key difference in story basis between the two that I think gets lost in the (frankly asinine) argument about which is superior.

See, everything in Skyrim sucks. Every organization you can align yourself with is falling apart. Literally every single one.

That's the point.

To summarize:

The Companions (equivalent to the Fighters' Guild) are about a dozen strong, literally cursed, and their most beloved leader gets murdered very early in the storyline.

The College of Winterhold (equivalent to the Mages' Guild, not to the Arcane University) has seemingly only been saved from collapsing into the sea because a master of Restoration fused himself with the structure itself when the Sea of Ghosts tried to tear it down a little under a century ago and his presence is constantly physically "healing" the foundation.

The Thieves' Guild has lost the favor of every possible patron deity, having been outright cursed by Nocturnal after one of her Nightingales murdered another and stole the gift she offers her champion, while the boon that the organization's founder claimed from her in ages past (the cowl) is missing.

The Dark Brotherhood has been all but completely dismantled, the Night Mother's tomb in Bravil having been raided and struggling to persist without a Listener for over a decade; the bodies of the Night Mother's children have been lost and she's essentially being smuggled from region to region in an attempt to find a safe place to continue operations.

The Empire itself has been kneecapped, forced into a traumatic treaty by a fascist regime determined to strike the beliefs and culture of anyone not Altmer off the face of the planet; the Thalmor have gone so far as to torture and radicalize the figurehead leader of the Nords in order to use their own nationalism and superiority against the Empire, sparking a civil war that will further weaken the Empire and allow the Aldmerri Dominion to destroy it wholecloth.

This extends out into the rest of the world, too! We have confirmed existence of Hist-deaf Argonians. The Dunmer are floundering to recover after the quadruple-whammy that is the fall of the Triumverate, the destruction of Vivec City when Baar Dau finally made impact, the Red Year, and the Argonian uprising. The Bosmer are literally endangered due to habitat loss following a super-isolationist cultural shift due to wars with the Khajiit and Altmer. The Void Nights were devastating to Khajiit culture and population in ways that have yet to be fully explained.

The world is falling apart. Everything is dying.

And then Alduin shows up.

We all kind of talk about Alduin carrying on as World-Eater through the course of the Skyrim storyline like it's him being a piece of shit, since he'd started it ages ago and was just displaced in time to land on the Last Dragonborn's head in the Fourth Era, but I don't think that's the case.

Based on the state of things, I think Alduin arrived right on time. I think it's the end of the world. The only reason he "should" be stopped is because the Last Dragonborn has the capacity to stop the world from ending in a more down-to-earth sense than just defeating Alduin: they can't save everyone, but they can "fix" every single organization that's holding "the world" together.

They can align with the Imperials and keep the civil war from further crippling them, keeping the Empire from being too weak to push back against the Aldmerri Dominion.

They can save the College of Winterhold, the only group in the right place at the right time to stop the Eye of Magnus from opening, and in doing so make sure that the Psijics are able to put it somewhere nobody else can find it.

They can lead the Companions, cure the curse for those members who don't want to run with Hircine after death, which bolsters their spirits enough to keep doing what they can even when everyone else is trying to kill each other. A single neutral martial force in the middle of a civil war.

They can regain Nocturnal's trust for the Thieves' Guild, restore the Nightingales, and in doing so they can return the luck that was stolen from them as punishment for Mercer Frey's transgression. They can even reclaim the Crown of Barenziah and award the guild with a paragon to increase their newly-regained luck.

They can hear the Night Mother, becoming Listener for the Dark Brotherhood to restore the balancing force of Sithis in the world, purify the most broken Sanctuary the Brotherhood has ever had, and finish a story set into motion way back in the Third Era—Emperor Titus Mede II is murdered under the order of a Motierre, a descendant of a mark the Brotherhood specifically kept from dying during the Oblivion Crisis.

The Last Dragonborn can't do anything outside Skyrim—there's nothing they can do for the Argonians or the Bosmer or the Khajiit, and they can only do very little for the Dunmer via work in Solstheim—but they can work with every single guild or guild-adjacent group, strengthening the Empire to stand against the biggest threat to Tamrielic culture since the First Era, and in doing so they can make it so the world isn't ready for Alduin to eat it.

The Hero of Kvatch exists when Tamriel, and presumably Nirn as a whole is in the prime of its life, that's what makes the Oblivion Crisis such a big deal. This is a world that isn't ready to give up, it still has the strength to fight, it just needs someone standing at the head to direct it. The Last Dragonborn comes into the story when everything is falling apart and nothing really feels worthwhile, when it's hard to see why the world is worth saving. They have the chance to prove that there's still some life left here, that the world isn't too far gone to save—Alduin arrived right on time, it's the Last Dragonborn's job to change that.

I can see how coming from Oblivion to Skyrim would feel disappointing and hollow, but I'm pretty sure that's literally the point of the story.

Oblivion tells you the world is worth saving because it's got so much left to live for, even with the odds stacked so high against it. Skyrim asks you whether a world that's dying is still a world worth saving, and it's up to you to prove that it is.