WHET YOUR APPETITE | G. SATORU

WHET YOUR APPETITE | G. SATORU

PAIRING: celebrity chef! Gojo Satoru x PA! Reader

SUMMARY: as Gojo Satoru’s PA, you’re insensitive to his flirtation; the self interest and hideous timekeeping beat out his sex appeal by miles. Sometimes though, he’s not all bad…

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: throwback time babes! this was originally published on my fitztantrum account as the first installation of a five part series, but as I’m working on an original romance novella with a similar concept, I’m republishing this as a standalone.

Behind the scenes of every cooking show - Gordon Ramsay’s endless stream of invective, Anthony Bourdain’s passionate diatribes on the interplay of food and identity and location, the sticky-sweat of too-soft royal icing in the heat of the Bake Off tents - is a harried celebrity chef's PA and a tireless film crew.

Gojo Satoru’s Around the World in Eighty Plates is no different.

Three years, four continents and two seasons in, and you’ve cultivated both a deep respect for the PAs who organise the schedules of the celebrity chefs for network behemoths like GBBO and a burgeoning resentment for your boss.

Sure, Gojo is a culinary genius, a network television darling and an obscenely talented chef. He’s also a PR nightmare, incredibly disorganised, and the thorn in your side.

The feeling of mild disdain seems to be mutual, seeing as how a good half of your interactions with him consists of none-too-friendly ripostes and a great deal of cursing the other's ancestors all the way back to the Stone Age sotto voce.

Had his agent not locked your contract down upon realising your ability to withstand his insufferable personality and your lack of interest in a relationship with him outside of the purely professional, you’d have washed your hands of Gojo long ago. As it is, you’ve got another 2 years before you’re up for contract renewal and negotiation. On days like today, you’re all too aware of every single second left on your contract.

Fresh off the red-eye direct flight from Tokyo to LA and feeling the full effects of your tanking blood glucose and severe jet lag, you can’t help but rue your career decision.

The one consolation you have is the full access to the coffee station, greenlit by a sympathetic Tasty test kitchen staffer who takes one look at you and tells you to go ham on the good stuff, and reassures you that it's covered by the company’s dime.

(Substituting a decent caloric intake for a frankly heinous amount of caffeine and the kind of coffee creamer that can only legally retail in America is, perhaps, not your wisest choice.

Given that the alternative is caving and getting a vending machine chocolate bar with the same illegal-anywhere-else-in-the-world additives that’s probably been in said vending machine since the Palaeolithic, though, it’s the lesser of two evils.)

The hours drip by like molasses, Gojo bright and brilliant in the kitchen as you fight a losing battle with exhaustion in the camera bay.

By the time filming finally wraps up, you’re slightly woozy - a state of affairs doubtlessly exacerbated by having not eaten in 12 hours and jet lag - and just about ready to beg for mercy.

(Gojo, damn him straight to the depths of hell, looks as unruffled and devastatingly put together as ever.)

His eyes rove the camera bay as he makes his pleasantries with the co-host chef, searing electric blues tracking the to-and-fro scurry of the camera crew until they alight upon you.He quirks an eyebrow, a clear directive to come over to his side. With an eye-roll at the imperious nature of the gesture, you push away from the wall and make your way into the test kitchen.

“Is there anything else on the docket for tonight?” He asks.

“Nothing for tonight. Hotel check in is in an hour, and we’re due in Seoul for the next shoot in two days’ time, but barring an emergency, we’re in the clear.”

“Cool. Now, try this.”

With that, he thrusts a spoonful of something under your nose. The spicy tang of chilli hits the back of your nasal cavity almost immediately, and you squint up at your boss, mistrustful.

"You are aware that giving me something with enough capsaicin to trip my pain threshold in it technically constitutes assault in the workplace, right?" You warn.

"Oh my god, you're so dramatic. I'm not trying to poison you, I'm trying to stop you from passing out because your blood sugar went through the basement."

He pushes the spoon towards your mouth more insistently.

"Just try it." He whines, the sound cloying. You notice some of the camera crew looking over at you, attention drawn by Gojo’s increasingly loud and whiny demand.

With a hissed threat to Gojo’s ability to sire smaller, more irritating Gojos if he poisons you with capsaicin, you lean forward and take the spoonful of massaman curry.

Flavour bursts across your tongue and your eyes flutter shut in reflex, reverent.

The warm heat from the chilli, cardamom and cinnamon, the rich weight of the coconut milk and heavy cream on your palate, the bite of white pepper and lemongrass, the seafood-saltiness of shrimp paste; it’s perfectly balanced and utterly, utterly delicious.

“Oh my god.” You say, the words torn from you and halfway breathless. “I'll take it back, that’s amazing.”

Snapping out of your food induced reverie, you open your eyes, glancing up at Gojo. His eyes are on your face, wine dark as he tracks the minuscule minutiae of your reaction.

He looks ravenous, which makes no sense; he's been eating all through filming.

Seeing as he'd been picking at raw vegetables, taste-tested the curry and even indulged in a small bowl of the finished dish, you're not sure why he looks so hungry.

When Gojo slides a bowl of the curry in front of you, though, you're entirely distracted and uninterested in his caloric intake.

(Sure, he’s a prick sometimes and spends his time either fighting with you or flirting with you. Sometimes, though, he’s not too bad.)

3.25.2020

So, as I’m sure everyone is aware, COVID-19 is making everyone quarantine and self-isolate. Due to this, I’ll be sharing some new anime and old anime that’s good to binge watch and pass time.

1. Obviously number one on my list is Boku No Hero Academia ❤️

2. Bungou Stray Dogs. I haven’t watched much of this anime but from what I’ve seen it’s super good so yeah.

3. One Piece. I’m currently binging this 💜

4. Sailor Moon. How could you not? 💖

5. Beastars. Fairly new anime added to Netflix.

6. Dorohedoro. Currently has 11 episodes so I’m not sure if it’s still ongoing or not but it came out this year and is really goood.

7. Kyokou Suiri. Gives off Noragami vibes, super cool.

8. Rikei Ga Koi Ni Ochita No De Shoumei Shitamita. Long title but cute. It’s a slice of life about these math/science type scientists trying to find a logical explanation for love.

9. Jibaku Shounen Hanako-Kun. I don’t even know how to explain this one lol just go check it out

10. Somali To Mori No Kamisama. Super cute fantasy slice of life.

the masterlist.

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“stop fuckin’ taking pictures—”

“i’d say this one’s a keeper,” you snort, holding your phone out for bakugou to look at. he reaches forward to snatch at the device, but you move it away just in time, snickering to yourself as you stare at his off-guard expression.

“quit it,” he growls, warning you with a glare. you don’t pay him any mind, hoisting yourself to sit on the bathroom counter as you swing your legs and watch him (attempt) to tame his hair.

“i can’t, it’s your first interview,” you say excitedly—he doesn’t really seem to extend the sentiment—and then you reach forward and pinch his cheek.

his eye twitches, and so do your lips.

“fuckin’ bullshit,” bakugou grumbles, “you know how productive heroes could be if they didn’t act like movie stars? bullshit.”

it’s the first interview since bakugou’s gone pro—and you’re just a little bit proud even if you don’t exactly admit it. you think it’s a good opportunity to make a name for himself (he believes otherwise) and he thinks it’s a waste of time (you argue he says that about everything) and his manager thinks he’s got no choice.

so—through a lot of grumbled curses—bakugou katsuki throws on his best shirt, sprays on his best cologne, and puts his best effort into doing his hair—which only springs back to its usual spiked mess in a few moments.

“maybe you should invest in a hair stylist. i don’t think i’ve seen your hair lay flat since best jeanist—”

“would you give that a rest?” he scowls, slamming down his comb and crossing his arms in frustration. his top buttons are undone, and his hair’s a mess, and now his hands are sweating, and he has to leave in thirty minutes—and it’s safe to say that bakugou is not having a good time.

this isn’t the hero stuff he signed up for. he clenches his jaw, and your expression softens just a little.

“c’mere,” you say gently, holding out an arm to gesture him over. he blinks for a moment, contemplates whether or not to trust you—it’s not like you’ve given him much of a reason to so far—before he sighs and slots himself between your legs.

“this is bullshit,” he mutters.

“you said that already,” you chuckle, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw. he feels honey trickle from your lips and seep into his skin, melting into the pent up rage and lulling it down.

you tend to have that effect on bakugou—and sometimes, you still chuckle when you remember the way kaminari’s jaw dropped the first time he witnessed your hand lay on the blonde’s chest and effectively quiet him down.

“well, i’m sayin’ it again,” he says gruffly.

“on the bright side, if people think you’re hot, they might make those fun little thirsty edits of you and i’ll get to enjoy quality content—”

“i’m calling my manager to cancel,” he interrupts, reaching over to flick your forehead as he shakes his head. you throw your head back and laugh, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost miss the ghost of a smile on bakugou’s lips—one he’s clearly trying his best to fight back.

“i’ll make one for you, katsuki. don’t worry.”

“if you ever say ‘don’t worry,’ that’s enough reason for me to worry,” he snorts, and then his hands rest on your hips, your arms slot around his neck, and your foreheads meet. he’s down to twenty minutes until he has to leave, but neither of you really care as his lips hover over yours. “you’re so damn annoying.”

“and cute, right?”

“no.”

you pout, huffing a little at his denial, and this time, he laughs. and it’s a rather pretty laugh—boyish and charming and just a little gruff. not a lot of people get to listen to the sweet melody that is bakugou katsuki’s laugh, but you have it on repeat—and you don’t think it’s a song you’ll ever be getting tired of.

“i’m cute,” you insist through pouty words and a halfhearted glare. he smirks, biting your cheek playfully as he snickers.

“maybe just a little. that’s all you’re getting, though,” he offers as a truce.

“so you think i’m cute, huh?” you flutter your lashes at him teasingly, and for once, bakugou thinks his heart’s not strong for these stupid fucking emotions that stir up as you stare at him like that. it’s not something he’s used to—and it’s not something he can master.

but he thinks as long as you’re here, the stars in your eyes and the sun dripping from your fingertips, he’ll keep trying until one day he gets it right.

“sure, i do,” he agrees (a little too easily, you note), “i think you’re pretty fuckin’ adorable when you shut up.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head as he snickers at his supposed victory, and then with a touch as gentle as the gaze in your eyes, your fingers thread through his hair. you don’t try to tame the strands, just move them to lay smoothly in their usual direction.

“there,” you hum, “perfect.”

“pretty sure that’s not how hair looks when it’s done.”

“that’s how your hair looks when it’s done. yours defies the laws of physics.”

“name the first law,” he raises a brow. and bakugou’s never really taken himself as a guy who’s meant for love that’s gentle in that sickeningly cheesy way—he’s never taken himself for that weird slow dancing stuff his parents did in the kitchen, or the shameless kisses those annoying couples did in hallways, or those extravagant displays of love in those cheesy movies.

but all things considered, as he stares at his reflection in the mirror with his hair as good as it’ll get and your warm smile as your body curves against his, he thinks maybe he’s got his own kind of gentle.

the kind that comes in the form of you.

“i’d love to talk physics with you,” you press one kiss to the corner of his lips, and they almost tug into a soft pout (as close as a pout gets with someone like bakugou), “but you have to go.”

“do it right,” he says gruffly, but there’s an edge of pleading, bordering right on desperation in his tone.

you smile knowingly, and you give him what he wants.

“what, you mean this?” and then your lips meet his—fully this time, and he feels this sick, twisting feeling in his gut.

it’s the kind that screams at him to pull you into the kitchen and slow dance with you as you giggle like his parents did growing up. but for now, he lets you pull away, let’s you reach past his collar and button the top few buttons of his shirt as you smooth down the fabric with a soft, content little smile.

“yeah, that,” he mumbles, “keep doin’ that.” and then his lips are back in yours, and he’s down to ten minutes until he has to leave, but you don’t seem to mind as your arms tighten around his figure and pull him just a tad bit closer.

happy birthday you idiot i’m going to kiss your stupid lips

GRISHAVERSE MASTERLIST

Here's my masterlist for all things Grishaverse, sorted by series, then further sorted by character!

🔥 indicates spice

✨ indicates fluff

⛈️ indicates angst

Last updated: 3/25/23

SIX OF CROWS DUOLOGY

Kaz Brekker

midnights (x fem!reader) [can be read as a series or as oneshots]:

lavender haze ⛈️

bejeweled ✨

snow on the beach ✨⛈️ (part 1, part 2)

the great war (interlude I) ⛈️

midnight rain ⛈️✨

labyrinth ✨

you're on your own, kid (prequel 1, reader pov) ✨

question...? (prequel 1, kaz pov) ✨

sweet nothing ✨

glitch (interlude II)

bigger than the whole sky

would've, could've, should've

karma

untitled (x gn!reader) [fluffy headcanons inspired by lover by taylor swift]

to be written

requests

unraveling ⛈️

still in love and half alive

Jesper Fahey

requests