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This is so accurate, I don't even know what to say-
megumi fushiguro thinks gojo satoru is an idiot.
when he met this weird white-haired guy, he looked creepy while wiggling his long ass fingers. he also looked funny with those big, circular glasses.
i can’t wait to get away from this guy, he thought to himself at that time.
he thinks gojo is childish, weird, and an idiot, but he looks completely different when he meets you.
how can he have this kind of woman? he questions himself as he stares at you.
you’re pretty, very pretty. you are also kind. you also have a great sense of humor. being able to insult gojo is a plus for him. you didn’t also bat your eyelashes or blush like a schoolgirl when you hug him. women tend to squeal whenever they see him and it hurts his ears.
“well, you’re definitely the type of man that my mom warned me about. those guys who would entice you with candies just to get in a van? yup, that’s you.”
before he can think, he finds himself snickering at your response. megumi finds a soft smile when gojo whines.
he’s soon-to-be-guardian (ew) finally acknowledges him as if he has forgetten he’s there in the first place.
probably because all he sees is his girlfriend, megumi realizes.
“this is megumi. i’ve brought him from an auction.”
you two banter like an old married couple with smiles, giggles, and lovesick glances in between.
he can’t believe gojo can act like that. like a smitten fool who would do anything for you. a man who will show you his vulnerable and soft side. the kind of love that conquers everything.
love.
he does not have any opinion about that four letter word. how can he when he never experienced it? he is going to be sold off to his clan by his father until gojo satoru intervenes. is that how his father loves someone? by sending your children to the lion’s den? all he has is tsumiki.
and when he watches the two of you vow an almost proposal and satoru wanting to be on his knees for you, declaring you as his one and only; his forever girl, his wife. then he understands that—
oh. so this is what love looks like. this is what love feels like. this is what love sounds like.
completely in awe of the person you’re in love with that you forget the world surrounding you and focus on the object of your desires, grinning like a sunshine, bright eyes filled with joy and his name carved into your heart because you are his and he is yours forever and ever and—
megumi wants to have that kind of love.
Me, reading: Huh, hurricanes with female names tend to be deadlier than those with male names. That's weird. The list of names is decided in advance so it's not like they're being named after the fact and it doesn't make any sense for an arbitrary name to be influencing a hurricane so what....
keeps reading
Oh, it's sexism
Stopping my writing of “serious” fanfic to write my character eating out her bf hahahahahaha
You could say she’s eating pussy in more ways than one (because he’s also a feline bot) (I’m so normal about this)
I don't consider myself a writer but...
Me today: hmm, I wonder how many words I've written. I mean, I don't write much but I have a decent little collection of this one storyline.
Me, copy-pasting all the random chapters and stories into one doc, watching the word count go higher and higher: hmm...
Me, seeing that I have over 52 thousand goddamn words for a fanfic with a damn OC/self-insert: what the H-E-Double Fork.
Me: huh, wonder what that means for my little side project then, cause that one's barely anything, right? Just one I dabble with every now and then, nothing more.
The "little" project in question: 22.5 thousand words.
I LOVE THIS?
I’M WEN FIERI AND WE’RE ROLLIN OUT, LOOKIN FOR QISHAN’S GREATEST STREET VENDORS, SASjks;ndjknfajkdnjk
Me: rp as a raid caption
Paranois Nitwit: stuck in a bedrock box
Me: Seduce, please
Paranois Nitwit: diamond sword comes up