Reading The Same Fanfic Every 5 Hours

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hc that gojo satoru is a TERRIBLE cook but when it comes to baking?? bro could open a dessert shop.

"Satoru, what the fuck did you do now?" You mumble, trudging into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you're rudely awoken by the smell of something burning.

"I dont know, babe, I was trynna make scrambled eggs and then the eggs just didnt.... scramble," he whines, a pout on his lips as he turns around to face you, spatula in hand. Or what was left of the spatula... because this man had somehow managed to melt it.

"Toru. Is the spatula melted."

"....No?" he trails off, as you both stare at the clearly misshapen plastic horror that he's holding.

You just sigh, throwing your head back in exasperation. "How the fuck did you even manage that?"

"Girl, I dont know! I followed the tutorial step by step, I SWEAR!" He exclaims, eyes wide as he points frantically to his phone, currently propped up on the kettle, open to a Youtube video on how to make scrambled eggs.

"I'm crying - THERE'S NO WAY you needed a tutorial for scrambled eggs. And you still managed to fuck it up. Oh my god, this is too good." Your laughter is nothing short of diabolical, while he just stands there with the biggest pout on his face.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT?? The eggs just stopped egging, I'm telling you."

You just stare at him, deadpan. "I'm banning you from cooking. Officially. For the rest of our lives. I'm declaring this a Satoru Gojo-free kitchen,"

"HUH?? But babeeeee, what if I wanna make you breakfast in bedddd." Sigh. What a whiny bitch.

"You can order it. I don't trust your culinary skills."

Before he could protest, the sound of a timer rings out, and Satoru visibly perks up, rushing towards the oven. "Yesss, they're ready. Fucking finallyyy!!" He all but shouts in victory.

Your mouth drops open in absolute shock when he pulls out a tray of the most perfect, golden-brown croissants you've ever seen, flaky layers stacked with precision. You stare at him like he just grew a second head. "B-but you... eggs - not scrambled. Plastic melted... What the fuck." You splutter head darting back and forth between the disaster on the stove and the miracle in Satoru's hands.

"How do you suck at cooking the most basic thing, but you can bake like a fucking Parisian pattisier?"

Your menace of a boyfriend just shrugs, placing a croissant on a plate and handing it to you like he didn't just give you whiplash. "Croissant?"

(You devoured more than half of the tray.)

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I don't know about y'all, but it makes me so angry and not able to understand why people still use the 'fluff' tag even when their writing is pure smut.

i should not have the displeasure of seeing literal SMUT when i search for fluff. like why should the top post be of reader receiving devious backshots from gojo. make it make sense.

you can continue writing what you wanna write since it's not hurting anybody, but PLEASE, use the tags correctly

I close my eyes, hoping that I don't come off contentious

I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right? Everything I did was selfless. I spoke freely when the people needed me, I helped them. I didn't gloat, even told 'em, 'No', when the vultures came. Took control of my fleshly body when the money changed."

Son, you do well, but your heart is closed. I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself. "Father, I'm not perfect, I got urges, but I hold 'em down." But your pride has to die. "Okay, Father, Show me how."

Tell me every deed that you done and what you do it for. "I kept one hundred institutions paid," Okay, tell me more. "I put one hundred hoods on one stage," Okay, tell me more. "I'm tryna push peace in L.A." But you love war. "No, I don't," Oh, yes, you do "Okay, then tell me the truth."

Every individual is only a version of you, How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart? "I could tell you where I'm going"

I could tell you who you are. You fell out of Heaven 'cause you was anxious- Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous. Isaiah 14 was the only thing that was prevalent.

-Kendrick Lamar ; reincarnated

◤BLEACH WORLD◢

CAPTAIN KUCHIKI RUKIA ver.

Satoru has the most endearing habit of “borrowing” your chapstick, your lip tint, whatever you happen to be wearing on your lips that day. He doesn’t care about the color or the flavor; he just loves the way it keeps his lips soft. But, of course, Satoru being Satoru, he has his own special way of "applying" it.

Instead of using it himself, he prefers to steal it straight from your lips, pressing soft, fleeting kisses against them whenever he gets the chance. A quick peck when you’re focused on something, a much more affectionate one when he’s feeling extra needy - you don't mind a bit of tongue, do you? Each time, he hums in thought, rolling his lips together as if trying to guess the flavor.

"Mm… strawberry?" He grins. "No, wait - cherry. Ah, I see. Trying to be extra sweet today, huh?"

You can't help the giggles that bubble up, your cheeks warm from smiling too much. You swat at him lightly, but he only laughs, pulling you into a snug embrace, holding you captive for more stolen kisses. Adoring the way you get flustered, cherishing every moment - because to him, any excuse to kiss you again and again is a perfect one.

Sukuna having no clue on how to propose so you just randomly wake up one day with an engagement ring on your finger.

And you're just so confused and panicking and when Sukuna wakes up next to you and grumbles "You're being too loud, wife-to-be." you are even more thrown off.

"T-This isn't how you're supposed to do it!"

"And if I did it any other way, you would have still said yes."

"Well... yes. But that's not that point—!"

You can never win against this guy.

My first advice to anyone that wants to start posting fanfics is to never let the “big and popular” blogs intimidate you

Never let them hold whatever power they think they hold against anyone who’s new to the community!!!!! They’re just people who happen to be in the community for long enough to be known by many. But they are not special or better than anyone, they’re just as much of a writer as you are, and they should not be the “president” of any fandom.

I’ve seen a lot of people do this shit when I was starting out in 2021. I never realized it before but now I do and it’s so fucking weird !!!

So many new writing blogs look up to their favorite writers, yet so many of those favorite writers turn out to be assholes and big time haters to the new writers. NEVERRRRR let anyone in the community tell you how to set up your aesthetics for your blog or your posts just because the known blogger has theirs the same way, never let them tell you to not write a certain way, never let them tell you to not like a certain character, never let them know what you plan to write no matter how small or big the idea is THEY WILL TAKE IT!!! Some people are just really fucking miserable and hate to see anyone new to the community gain love and support so quickly.

This is not a made up. This is real shit that happens and has happened to me when I was actively posting on multiple fandoms on different blogs.

Be your own person and do not let anyone intimidate you !!! Block them left and right if you have to, they’ll be mad and talk shit but you’ll be safe in your space with the people who support you.

Just gonna..drop these here for some inspo…

(User is @centaaurea on TikTok btw 🫣)

He- he's just so.....big 🤤 And that tongue....so...big 🤤