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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 months ago

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Hi!! Love your acc, it's really useful for fics <33 I was wondering if you knew any fics that elaborated on the morgue scene (the one where john beat up shrelock) bc i always felt it was very brushed over in the series and frankly i think it needed to be elaborated on more.

Hey Nonny!

Ahh, yeah, I think I've been asked this a few times and I've just not ever posted a proper list. So because I need a list for this week, here's all of my TLD-adjacent fics I found doing a tag-search AND from old replies to other asks! Hope you enjoy, and add your own if you have them, friends!

TLD FIX-ITS / AFTERMATH of TLD

BOOKMARKS

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

The In-Between by blueink3 (M, 10,679 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Parentlock, Fix-It Fic, Canon Compliant) – Beginning in a Chinese restaurant and ending at the bottom of a well, what about the moments we didn’t see?

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Multiple Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being. Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series

MARKED FOR LATER

toasting to grief by slylyaddictedtostories(T, 181 w., 1 Ch. || Poetry || Post T6T / TLD, Missing Scene) – John mussing over a drink about (missing) Sherlock and everything (he) they lost

Reconciliation by standbygo (T, 221 w, 1 Ch. || TLD Missing Scene, 221B Ficlet, Fix it Fic) – A missing scene from S4E2, "The Lying Detective". The hug was beautiful, but I wanted to add to it. My mother once said to me that you can forgive on your own, but you need to reconcile together.

My Heart Beats For You by jalexandria (M, 1,212 w., 1 Ch. || Hanahaki Disease AU || TLD Divergence, Angst, Non-Canonical Character Death, Sad Ending, Drugs, Pining Sherlock, Hurt John, Death Fic) – Things go very, very badly when John makes a horrible mistake.

Sherlock chooses himself by thewallflower07 (G, 2,035 w., 1 Ch. || Post TLD / No TFP, No Parentlock, Dialogue Heavy, Sherlock is a Mess, Sherlock and Feelings, John is Not Good, Angst) – Sherlock is a physical and emotional mess after John beats him bloody during the Culverton Smith case. He visits his therapist, who tells him to be selfish for the first time in his life. When John appears with his daughter and asks him to move back, Sherlock has to make a very difficult decision.

Reasons Wretched and Divine by Anyawen (G, 2,218 w., 1 Ch. || TLD Fix-It, John Has Issues, Admissions, Apologies, Explanations, Conversations, Emotions, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic, Drama & Angst, Declarations, Suicide, Assault, Marriage, Death, Drug Use, Guilt) – In the aftermath of Smith's arrest, John faces his anger and his regrets, exposing his vulnerabilities to Sherlock. They find ways to heal together.

Antiseptic by LipstickDaddy (G, 3,599 w., 1 Ch. || S4 / TLD Fix-It, Unseen Moments, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional / Psychological Abuse, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Protective Mycroft, Protective Greg, BAMF Mrs Hudson, Requited Unrequited Love) – What did John hear on that secret tape from Culverton’s hospital?

It Is What It Is by SpookyPorg (T, 3,874 w., 1 Ch. || TLD Fix It, Angst, Hug Scene, Love Confessions, Pining, Happy Ending, Making Out, Grief, First Kiss / Time) – After the very traumatizing events at the hospital, and John's heroic last-minute rescue, Sherlock is recovering at 221B. Doing his part to keep Sherlock under strict supervision, John pays a visit to his old flat for the first time in months. Reconciliation leads to confession.

The Tragedy Of Us by LipstickDaddy (G, 3,898 w., 2 Ch. || Post TLD, Angst, Romance, Tragedy, Hurt / Comfort, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Miscommunication, Requited Unrequited Love, Ambiguous / Open Ending) – John reflects on his relationship with Sherlock while the man is convalescing in hospital— twice.

wires Series by highfunctioningsociopath (M, 5,000+ w. across 2 works || Series WiP || Post T6T / TLD, Angst, Hurt / No Comfort, Loneliness, Mind Palace, Survivor Guilt, Mental Health Issues, Drug Addiction / Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Sherlock POV, Missing Scenes, Introspection, Psychological Trauma, Abusive Relationships, Grey Mary, Withdrawal, Depression, Self-Esteem Issues) – The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, after all. It just so happens to be lined with self-destruction.

I Want to Hear You Say It by LollipopCop (M, 8,000 w., 2 Ch. || TLD / S4 Fix It, Suicidal Thoughts, Heavy Angst, Love Confessions, Suffocation, Crying, First Kiss, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Instead of making Sherlock say he doesn't want to die, Culverton Smith forces Sherlock to repeatedly confess that he loves John before his death.

The Waning of Withdrawal by LoloLolly (E, 8,248 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TLD Fix-It, First Kiss, First Time, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Alcoholism, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Sexual Identity, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Sherlock's Scars, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grief, Guilt) – Sherlock holds a weeping John in his arms and… does something that will forever change things between them. For better or worse. He fears the latter.

Slowly Suffocating by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 9,500 w., 7 Ch. || TLD Fix It, Suffocation, Hurt / Comfort, Whump) – Getting suffocated took some time. Enough time for Sherlock to ponder what went wrong. Hopefully also long enough for John to arrive and rescue him. Culverton Smith applied more pressure, impatient to turn Sherlock into a dead thing. A continuous story written for Whumptober 2023, following the 31 prompts for each day.

And Then There Were Two by NimWallace (T, 10,194 w., 20 Ch. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Angst, Grief / Mourning, Mystery, Cults) – It's quiet at Baker Street. Too quiet. It's been a year since Mary died, but only a few months since the events of the Final Problem, and Sherlock and John have fallen into a state of despairing and monotony. So when a case involving a vicious cult on the English Country side appears, they quickly jump to go undercover as Sean Harmony and John Wales. But how can Sherlock keep a delicate John from breaking? And how can John come to terms with his love for his detective? Most importantly, what really happened the night of the Final Problem?

The Death and Resurrection of a Beekeeper by shiplocks_of_love (M, 12,922 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || TLD / S4 Fix-It Fic, Sherlock’s Retirement, Sussex / Seaside, Brief Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Emotional Trauma, Angst with Hopeful Ending, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Partial Epistolary, No Eurus) – Sherlock escapes London for a quiet, solitary life in Sussex, exhausted after the whirlwind of drama following Mary’s death. One day, a letter arrives.

A Midnight Clear by khorazir (T, 13,120 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas-Carol Inspired || Post S3/Post-TLD / TFP Doesn't Exist, Christmas, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Magical Realism) – It’s Christmas Eve, and Sherlock is working. Because that’s what he does. He doesn’t need Christmas, or holiday cheer, or even company. He’s fine on his own, thank you very much – until a series of strange encounters on his way back to Baker Street makes him reconsider.

The Ashes on the Ground by 221Beloved (M, 13,545+ w., 5/22 Ch. || WiP || Post-TLD, Miscommunication, Pining, Depression, Angst with Happy Ending, POV Sherlock) –What happens after? After the fire has burnt down and left nothing but ashes? Roughly two and a half years after what happened at Smith's hospital, things have settled. But have they really? Or is it all still hovering. And what if someone whirls up the ashes again? An old acquaintance. Can something new arise from cold ashes? Something stronger?

Entitled by Ranowa (T, 14,023 w., 2 Ch. || TLD Timeline, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Paternal Lestrade, John’s a Bit Not Good, Sherlock is a Mess) – Lestrade draws a line, because he knows Sherlock won't.

Hope is a Subtle Glutton by isitandwonder (E, 15,753 w., 1 Ch. || No Johnlock, Sherlock/OMC, Racism, Aftermath of Violence, Happy Ending) – This is a story about Sherlock Holmes finally finding love and the happiness he deserves - just not with John Watson.

Angry Men by FawnHickory (M, 16,975 w., 16 Ch. || WiP || Post TLD Morgue Incident, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Violence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self Examination, Big Brother Mycroft, Past Abuse, Sad Sherlock) – Greg gave John some things to consider in Destroy Him. John faces some uncomfortable truths about himself. Part 2 of the A Good Man and An Angry Man

What It Can Be by amaruuk (T, 18,310 w., 1 Ch. || Post TLD, Healing Friendship, Mutual Pining, First Kisses, Cake) – "Which is why we're all taking it in turns to keep you off the sweeties." With the help of his friends, Sherlock is healing from drug overuse and physical injuries. He is also trying to salvage his friendship with John with the hope that, perhaps, they can make it something more.

Hot Water Bottle by khorazir (T, 18,436 w., 1 Ch. || Post TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Communication, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Autumn, Bed Sharing, Developing Relationship, First Kiss) – A case in one of the remotest corners of the Lake District, a storm, an inn, a broken boiler, a room with two beds but only one hot water bottle, and two men who have a lot to sort out between them – all of this makes for a night to remember.

Contrition by sussexbound (E, 18,556+ w., 5/? Ch. || WiP || Post-S4/TFP Didn’t Happen, Rosie Doesn’t Exist, T6T/TLD is Canon, Year After TLD, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Sherlock / Sub John, Punishment, Light Bondage, Light Masochism / No Sadism, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Tenderness, Aftercare, Forgiveness, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Frottage, Communication, Sexual Negotiation, Sexual Tension, Spanking, Head Injury, Anal Sex) – “You’ve been tense ever since we got back, itching for a fight, all your usual tells, but why…?” The truth strikes like lightning. “Oh… Oh! You’re not angry at me. Not this time. Well—maybe a little. But mostly, mostly you’re angry at yourself. Why? For falling behind? For not being there in time. For not taking Wilkes down fast enough?” Sherlock waves a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t really matter.” He lifts a finger to his swollen cheek and cut eyebrow. “You blame yourself for this. And you offered to fix it. But I wouldn’t let you, and… But that’s not what you really want, anyway, is it?” John looks stunned, a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry, frozen, waiting for the lethal strike. “You don’t want me to let you help. At least not right away. No. What you want, what you really want is—punishment.”

The Nearer Your Destination by Silvergirl (E, 18,949 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TLD, Established Relationship, Wedding, Venice Honeymoon, Parentlock, Jealousy) – After a December wedding, Sherlock takes John to Venice for a February honeymoon. It's absolutely perfect, up until the moment he hears John growl, "What the hell is Zanardi doing here?" Part 4 of the Drawn to Stars series

Repentance by LollipopCop (E, 19,782 w., 2 Ch. || Post-TLD/Post S4 Fix It, Not TFP-Compliant, John-Centric, Angst, Self-Loathing, Hugging, First Kiss/Time, Rosie, Love Confessions, Crying, John’s Issues) – John cannot understand why Sherlock even wants to look at him after the horrible way he acted, and his guilt is destroying him. Why doesn’t Sherlock snap at him, scream at him, treat him the way he deserves?

The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Misfortune by Sherlockwatsonholmesblog (M, 20,455+ w., 4/7 Ch || Post TLD, Five Stages of Grief, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Implied / Referenced Suicide, Self Hatred, Slow Burn, Emotional Trauma, Recovery) – There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance, for they have loved each other immensely. However, Some Days, love isn’t enough. Sherlock and John persevering, as always.

Becoming Us (A reunion in three parts) by addicted2hugh (E, 23,207 w., 3 Ch. || S4 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Hurt Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, First Time, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Light Parentlock, Bottom Sherlock, Self-Harm, Drug Addiction, Sherlock is a Mess) – After watching Mary's last message, Sherlock and John try to be the "Baker Street Boys" again. Rebuilding the destroyed flat is the easy part. Will they manage to rebuild their friendship as well? And what did Mary mean when she said: "And if I'm gone, I know what you could become."?

Danger Nights by khorazir (T, 23,591 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TLD, Friends to Lovers, Mentioned Parentlock, Pining, First Kiss/Time, Winter, Folklore, Wales, Spooky Elements, Bed Sharing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Spooky Elements) – According to folklore, the nights between Christmas and Twelfth Night are the most dangerous of the year. During them, the Wild Hunt rides, and ghosts and demons come out to haunt unsuspecting and misbehaving folk. An investigation of a series of strange occurrences leads John and Sherlock to Hay-on-Wye on the Welsh Marches, to face ghosts weird and ancient as well as close and personal – and perhaps to start the new year on a more hopeful note than the previous one.

the silence of your words by dyingofangst (E, 27,326 w., 6 Ch. || Post TLD / TFP Isn’t Canon, Case Fic, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bed Sharing, Night Conversations, Self-Esteem Issues) – Three years after John decided to distance himself from Sherlock, Rosie is kidnapped and John asks for Sherlock's help. But they're not what they used to be, and even if they learned how to heal on their own, there are still many things left unsaid between them, things they'll have to put aside to focus on finding Rosie, while both hoping it's not too late.

under the burden of solitude by subtext-is-my-division (E, 27,947 w., 5 Ch. || S3/S4 Fix It/Post TLD, Angst, Grief/Mourning, First Kiss, Mentions of Rape, Hurt/Comfort, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Fantasies, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Suicidal Thoughts Mentions, Five and Ones) – Five times they shared a bed platonically, and one time they didn't.

Entangled by missselene (E, 29,044 w., 13 Ch. || Original Male Character, One-Sided Johnlock, Online Dating, Lonely Sherlock, Dancing, First Kiss, Oblivious John, Dev. Rel., Jealous John) – Sherlock knows John will never return his feelings. So what if he decided to look for love elsewhere? Part 1 of the Sherlock & Sanjay series

Lessons in Astronomy Series by CaitlinFairchild (E, 31,164 w. across 3 stories || Angst, Post S3, Grief/Mourning, Mildly DubCon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Physical Abuse, Oral/Anal Sex, Unrequited Love, Pining, Sibling Incest (No Actual Holmescest), Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Drug Addiction, Romance, Dev. Rel., Trust Issues, Happy Ending) – In a different time, a more naive time, Sherlock thought he was the star and John the satellite, circling him in worshipful orbit. He knows now that was never true. John was always the sun, bright and fierce, and Sherlock was the pale, cold moon, his only heat coming from the light he reflected. And then his sun went into supernova. Moriarty said he would burn him and he has, and John is the fire, his rage and grief incinerating Sherlock, burning the heart out of him in the end, turning him into nothing but cinder and ash. And now the supernova is collapsing, a black hole born where there was once warmth and heat and love, and Sherlock is being pulled down, down past the event horizon, into the endless frozen void where nothing can ever escape.

A Case for Domestic Propinquity by SilentAuror (E, 32,308 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TFP / Post S4 Fix It, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Domesticity) – As Sherlock and John renovate Baker Street with Rosie underfoot, Sherlock can't help but wondering how he could possibly convince John to just stay indefinitely... [TRANSLATIONS: 中文-普通话國語] | Русский]

Afghan Bullets, Beards, and Unlocked Bedroom Doors Series by addicted2hugh (E, 38,761+ w. across 2 works || WiP || Post-S4, Bearded John, Porn With Feelings, Friends to Lovers, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, References to Canon, Flashbacks, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Drug Use, References to Suicide, Grief/Mourning, Top Sherlock, Reunion) – Set after series 4. The boys are living together again, and John's new style drives Sherlock crazy. He's trying to keep his besotted heart and over-excited libido a secret, but John has other plans. Lots. Of. SEX. And love.

A Thing With Peas by khorazir (M, 39,5537 w., 3 Ch. || Post-S3/Post-TLD/TFP Doesn't Exist, Fluff and Angst, Communication, Demisexual Sherlock, Asexuality, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Idiots in Love, Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Parentlock, First Kiss) – Sherlock does the laundry. John cooks a thing with peas. They talk. Finally.

Limerence by SherlockWatson_Holmes (NR, 41,763 w., 17 Ch. || S4 / TLD Fix It, Character Death, Drug Use, Slow Burn, Angst with Happy Ending) – Limerence (noun); The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person: typically characterised by a strong desire to maintain a relationship with the object of love and have one’s feelings reciprocated. S4 fix-it, starting on the tarmac.

Nocturne by SilentAuror (E, 47,927 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4 / S4 Fix It, Trauma, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, POV John, Sherlock Whump) – When Sherlock is injured at a crime, an avalanche of suppressed trauma opens up. John ends up moving into his bedroom to ward off the nightmares, hoping against hope that this arrangement can last indefinitely. This is a story of nights spent together, trauma recovery, and John finally learning some truths long hidden.

The Night Is Darkest by missselene (E, 48,461 w., 8 Ch. || Post-TLD, Extremely Dub Con, S4 Rage Monster John, Insecure Sherlock, Self-Esteem Issues, Sexual Exploration, Healing, Self Care, Self Acceptance, Sexual Exploration, Casual Sex, Gentle Sex, Sherlock/OMC, Threesome with 2 OMCs, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Communication, Internalized Homophobia, Relationship Negotiation) – Sherlock Holmes would do anything for John Watson... and that includes letting John do whatever he wants to him. What would it take for Sherlock to stand up for himself and finally start taking care of his own needs?

Borrowed Ghosts by DiscordantWords (M, 57,216 w., 10 Ch. || TLD Divergence / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Minor Lestrolly, Pining Sherlock, John’s a Mess, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Ghost Mary, Guilt, Forgiveness, Drinking, No Hug Scene) – In the aftermath of the Culverton Smith case, John spent one painfully stilted afternoon hanging out with Sherlock. He counted the minutes, finished his tea, and left for home without ever clearing the air between them.And once he'd left, he found it very hard to go back.

Lost In A Good Book by khorazir (M, 68,552 w., 6 Ch. || Magical Realism / Discworld Elements || Post TLD, Miscommunication, L-Space, Developing Relationship, Parentlock, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Bookshop) – After chasing a criminal into a poky second-hand bookshop, John and Sherlock find themselves not only stuck in the building, but in L-space itself. With things still raw and unsettled between them after the events surrounding the Culverton Smith case, this adds another dimension to their predicament, which not only constitutes of finding a way out of the shop (while avoiding getting murdered by the criminal), but also to finally address the issues between them.

This Would Make You Happy? by Ranowa (M, 71,217 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TLD Fix It, Past Viclock, Past Sherlock/OMC, Therapy, Protective John, Drug Use, Pining, Autistic Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending) – John, more than anything else, wants Sherlock to be happy. Sherlock, more than anything else, wants to make John happy. These two goals are not as in sync as one would think.

"Merry Christmas" I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying "I love you" by starrysummernights (E, 135,132+ w., 30/31 Ch. || WIP || Post S4, Slow Burn, Mary is Not Nice, Christmas, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Parentlock, Past Torture / Rape) – John has moved back into 221B with his daughter Rosie after Mary was killed, but things are not exactly comfortable between him and Sherlock. After everything that has happened, they are trying to become friends again...and maybe something more. What better time than the Christmas season?! Takes place after TLD.

Limitless Ocean by angel-loving-star (M, 150,730+ w., 21/36 Ch. || WIP || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, John's PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Sherlock Whump, Alcohol Abuse, Past Drug Addiction, Fluff, Parentlock, Coming Out, Nightmares, Panic / Anxiety Attacks, Dissociation, Alternating POV, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm Ideation, Internalized Homophobia, Closeted John, Angst, Insomnia, Domestics, Cuddling / Snuggling, Gay Sherlock) – Sherlock is recovering from the Culverton Smith case. But there are some things that time or body can't heal. When John and Rosie unexpectedly move back in 221B the day after Sherlock's birthday, nothing is as it used to be. Both he and John are treading on thin ice. It is only a matter of time until the first cracks appear. Until they begin to sink into the freezing waters of the ocean beneath, and are forced to face their demons, each other, and what has been lurking in the dark for far, far too long. Until it is only them, the promise of sky above the surface, and the limitless ocean flooding into their hearts.

The Chemist by TheGracefulBlueCat (M, 158,385 w., 46/? Ch. || WiP || TLD Fix-It, Drug Use and Withdrawal, Hurt/Comfort, Doctor John, Protective Mycroft, Sick Sherlock, Medical Procedures, Grief/Mourning, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Nightmares, Mental Health Issues, Victorian Sherlock, Asperger’s Sherlock, Sherlock Is Not Okay, Papa Lestrade, Drunkenness, Autistic Sherlock, Synesthesia, Insecure Sherlock, Angst, Sick Fic, Case Fic, Asylums) – Sherlock returns to Baker Street and faces detox. But he feels too exhausted and bad to go through it fully conscious, so he - once more - uses his mind palace to distract him with an old case. But due to his drug issues and the tension between him and John things don’t work as smoothly as everyone hoped they would, confronting Sherlock and all his friends with more of their demons than they would have liked to.

Radioactive Trees In A Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor (E, 280,251 w., 73 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S4, Suicidal Ideations, Alcohol / Rx Drug Abuse, Coming Out / Bisexual John, Seizures, Past/Referenced/Implied Child Abuse, Hallucinations, Rehab, Celibacy, Sobriety / Relapse, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Grief/Mourning, Psychological Trauma, Nice /Not Anti-Mary, John’s POV, Parentlock, First Time, Angst, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending) – John Watson is what happens when a man can no longer see a reason to go on. John Watson is what happens when a man starts to let go. "It is what it is." John Watson is what happens when what "it is" becomes too much to bear. This is a story of the life, death, and resurrection of John Hamish Watson.

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thepenultimateword · 1 year ago

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Prompt #221

“Hey,” Villain said as Superhero stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. Supervillain’s attack had left them both stranded in this small town last night, but from the way the hero froze in their steps, they’d either forgotten or expected Villain to disappear in the night. As if Villain was putting down money to share this Airbnb just to be petty and ditch. That was Superhero’s style, not theirs. “I bought you a coffee.”

They pushed the steaming cup across the table.

“I don’t want it.”

“Alright, but the coffee maker here doesn’t work, and I know you don’t actually want to walk the mile to the coffee shop in your condition.”

They waved haphazardly at Superhero’s bloodied and torn super suit. They must have been too exhausted to change out of it last night.

“That bruise on your face can be a conversation starter.”

Superhero glowered. “Fine. I’ll skip coffee.”

Villain rolled their eyes. “Stop being a brat.”

“A brat?” Superhero fumed. “I’m older than you!”

“Really? I could have sworn you were five. Now shut up, brush the evil cooties off the coffee cup, and start helping me figure out how we’re going to get out of here.”

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damn-stark · 10 months ago

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Chapter 27 The sun will shine on us again

Chapter 27 of Sugar

A/N- The girls are fighting!

Warning- Swearing, some angst, FLUFF, talks of death, cigarettes, spoilers!! long chapter, mc is a lil mean to someone…

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- Chapter 220-221 of the manga

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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There was a fragment in time as you were waking up that your mind got foggy and panic ran through you, making you believe that what you lived through last night was a beautiful dream, and the reality was that you were in bed alone and Choso was dead.

You don’t know why it suddenly bestowed upon you. Maybe it’s all this loss that’s heightening your fear of being alone or something because that panic blinded all your senses and snapped you to complete consciousness in a cold sweat.

Albeit rather than realizing you were in that in-between state of sleepy delusion and consciousness, that fear stuck with you and made you not want to look at your side out of fear that all you’ll see is a sunken spot.

However, you also knew that you had to snap out of it and face the truth, so you look over. And the moment you see Choso’s dark brown draped over his perfectly sculpted back, and notice his breaths moving his body you smile with relief and immediately drag yourself over to gently slide your hand around his back and hook your arm through his arm before you lay your head next to his neck.

You bask in his warmth and use that as a security blanket for your bare chest. You don’t know if he’s awake since you didn’t check but you still press a kiss on his nape and nuzzle your nose on the back of his neck, causing him to groan softly with satisfaction before he turns around and holds you against his chest instead.

“Is this okay?” He mutters in a sexy voice.

“Yes, it is,” you assure him softly even though last night—no, a couple of hours ago he never asked for permission to hold you in the most seductive positions. “How long have you been awake?” You query while you begin to caress his back with your nails, feeling the scratch marks you left him.

“Not long…I just wanted to let you sleep,” he says.

You grin and pull your head back, making him tilt his chin down to be able to look you in the eyes.

Now Instead of filling the silence with good mornings, you keep smiling at him and gently brush your finger over the mark on his nose, making him shiver, and causing a smile to twitch on his lips. While all you can think of is how happy you are, how full your heart feels, and it’s such an incredible feeling you’ve missed, you’ve been estranged for so long. You don’t want to be strangers again.

“Did I hurt you last night?” Choso asks with slight concern.

You giggle and shake your head whilst you slide your thumb to his cheek. “Only in the best way possible.”

Choso doesn’t understand you’re only teasing and his eyebrows furrow.

“No,” you quickly assure him. “You didn't hurt me. You were good. Which makes me doubt that it was your first time.”

Choso chuckles softly. “It was,” he quickly assures you as if he didn’t want you to be upset. “I swear.”

“I know I was just teasing,” you whisper before you pull down slightly and nuzzle your face against his chest to find comfort in the rhythm of his heart.

And as he feels the warmth radiating off your body, and the softness of your skin against his, he cups the back of your head and presses a kiss on the top of your head, triggering a question to pop up in your mind.

“Can I ask something since we did this and confessed and whatnot…what are we?” You ask and brush your fingers through his hair. “Is this exclusively an in-the-shadows kind of thing? Like, only sex, and kisses when no one is watching, or are we together, together, like, partners? Boyfriend and girlfriend or what?”

“I already told you what I want,” he explains right away with confidence. “You heard me. I don’t want to hide you, I want…to be partners, I want Yuji to know about us.”

You smile in admiration at the way he cares so much about letting his brother know about the changes in his life.

You were once like that with Satoru. You cared what he thought, you needed his opinion, and needed his approval in your big life choices.

Not so much anymore.

Not at all anymore.

“I want you to be mine and only mine,” he whispers against your head. “If that’s what you want.”

Before you give him your obvious answer you need to just warn him of one thing. “Look, Cho, I love you. I really, really do, but I also know that your life is new. I don’t want to hold you back from experiencing what the world has to offer and that means other people,” you share and pull back to face him and his forming perplexity.

“I’m not looking for something short, I’m not at that stage in my life anymore. It’s not what I want my daughter to see either…” you pause and lick your lips before you go on and make him grow worried. “So if this is going to happen it means you want to build a life with me and my daughter, if you think that you want to explore other things then we can say goodbye here.”

Choso grabs your face and pulls you to him to assert his wishes once again. “I want forever with you. I told you. Until my last breath and the last beat of my heart….”

You smile happily and he can’t help but mirror your expression.

“Do you want forever with me?” He asks vulnerably. “Even if I am what I am?”

You grin and cup his cheek. “I do. I want forever, even if you are what you are,” you finish in a whisper before you give him a slow and passionate kiss that he quickly returns at that same loving pace.

When he pulls back he keeps you close to the point you can still basically taste yourself on his breath after he gave into his wildest temptations in your night of passion.

“Do you think I should give something to Satori?” He asks timidly. “It's important to me that she likes me. I mean she’s probably going to hate me when you tell her about us because I’m not her father.”

You scoff softly. “Oh, my Cho, don’t worry,” you assure him, making his cheeks turn red at the sweet way that pet name rolled off your tongue—“she likes you, and yeah, it’s going to be weird for her seeing us together, but we have to give her time, okay? In the meantime just talk with her, try and join her when she’s doing what she likes. She likes being outside with the animals and harvesting the fruit, so just help her when she wants it. Just be there for her, show her you care about me and her and she’ll get to love you. Okay?”

Choso nods and tilts his head to kiss your palm.

You hum with pleasure and then can't help but share a concern you have. “Did you feel good last night, Cho? And don’t lie, it's okay if you didn’t.”

“I felt good,” he assures. “You were great. Beautiful.”

You don’t grow reassured instead you press him. “Don’t lie okay? Don’t be nice to me. Not about this.”

Choso grabs your chin and insists, “you made me feel incredible.” He laughs softly before he grows timid. “So much so that I want to feel myself inside you for the rest of my life.”

You avert your gaze and smile shyly. He notices and tilts your head up to take you in for a slow agonizing kiss that he only worsens by swiping his tongue over your bottom lip.

“Choso,” you whisper breathlessly in between the kiss. “If…you feel…that way then…maybe we should…go take a shower together.”

Choso pulls back and stares into your eyes with a tensionful stare before he smirks faintly. “Are you sure?”

“More than sure, let me just do something first,” you bring up before you climb out of bed and put your pajama pants on. When you look for your shirt you find it torn in half, so you instead use Choso’s and step out onto your balcony with your phone in hand.

And considering you were busy getting filled with dick and cum at night you never once thought about your phone. Which might’ve been a bad thing now that you see all the missed calls and messages from Shoko.

Shoko: Call me.

Shoko: It’s important, I won’t stop texting you until you answer.

Shoko: I know you’re not asleep.

And there’s a lot more urgent messages where that came from, so you finally call her. And on the third ring, she answers.

“I was calling you all night,” she greets you coldly.

You can’t help but smirk. “Sorry, I was…” you trail off and peek over your shoulder, catching Choso walking over to you with just his pajama pants on. “…busy,” you finish saying smugly.

“Ahuh,” Shoko understands what you meant so she lets you off easy. “Well then just get over here when you can, okay?”

You scoff and interject rapidly. “Hold on, you spammed my phone. What’s wrong? Are the students okay?”

Shoko sighs. “Well that’s what we need to talk about, just get here when you can—”

“Did someone—”

“No, no one died,” she cuts you off before you can panic. “Everyone’s alive and well, so don’t rush. Just know that you need to come.”

You sigh and hold more worry on your shoulders now than before. “All right. I’ll be there soon,” you assure her whilst Choso comes up from behind you and moves your hair aside to start kissing your neck.

“I’ll see you,” Shoko says before she hangs up, leaving you just concerned now.

“Something happened,” you tell Choso, causing him to pull away from you.

“Yuji?” He asks.

You turn and face him with that worry painted over your face. “No. She would’ve told me. Then again she didn’t tell me anything at all…but no, he’s okay.” You groan and drop your head on his shoulder. “I want this all to be over already. I hate all this worry.”

Choso wraps his arms around you and tries his best to assure you. “We’ll get your brother out and we’ll end this soon.”

You hum and then pull back to meet his gaze to try and push it all aside, for now, and be happy in this moment with your boyfriend.

“You ripped my shirt,” you tease him.

Choso looks you up and down and swallows thickly as his face grows red, and a bulge grows in his pants. “I…” he pauses and exhales deeply before meeting your eyes again. “I like you in mine,” he gets smug.

“Yeah,” you whisper seductively and press your hands on his chest to slowly drag them up to his neck. “You know I came outside to check the weather and decide what I should wear, but maybe now…I should wear this.”

Choso’s breath hitches and his bulge only hardens more.

“What do you think?” You ask him against his ear. “This? Or nothing?”

Choso grabs your hips and leans in to kiss you but you decide to be a tease and pull away.

“Tell me,” you roll out softly.

“I want…you to wear this…right now. I want to take a picture of you in my shirt so I can look at you when I can’t be with you,” he murmurs against your lips. “I want you.”

You smirk and walk past him, causing him to huff. When you reach the door you stop and peer back. “Let’s be productive and go to the bathroom. We can start there.”

Choso’s lips pull to a smirk as well before he catches up to you and hugs you from behind, making you laugh.

“I love you,” he says in your ear as he nuzzles his nose on your neck.

You walk him to the bathroom and say it back again and again; while you do it against the counter, in the shower as he holds you against the wall, and when you tell him a dirty joke in his ear when you’re drying off.

He could hear it a hundred more times in the span of a minute and never grow tired of hearing you telling him such passionate words. He could stare at your naked body all day, every day, and his desire and his awe will only heighten to new levels each time.

But he knew there were limits, so when you were changed and out of the privacy of the room, he held himself back to only pecks. And when Satori finally woke up and joined you downstairs he completely restrained himself to lingering stares and nonchalance since you had yet to tell your daughter about him and you.

“Satori,” you interject while you’re finishing your breakfast. “You’re going to be coming with me with the other sorcerers from now on, okay?”

Satori looks over at you as she chews and raises a dark brow. “Why? Why can’t I stay with Uncle Larue?”

You swallow thickly and avoid looking upset at the mere mention of his name. “Because I don’t want to risk Kenjaku coming to get you. It’s better if you’re with me.” You offer her a smile and she sighs.

“Fine, but I have to pack my stuff ‘cause I get bored,” she mumbles and pushes her empty plate away.

“Hm, we’re going to get some training in too, okay? And before you argue,” you cut her off as she was opening her mouth. “You’ll be training with Kirara and Kinji.”

Satori huffs. “Kinji is annoying. He always messes with me.”

You laugh softly. “He’s just teasing you.”

Satori suddenly sits up and looks at you curiously. “Will Fushiguro be there?”

Your smile widens and you shrug. “I think so. Why?” You tease.

Satori shrugs. “He’s nice and his dog is nice too.”

“What about Yuji?” Choso cuts in. “Do you like him?”

Satori glances at him and tilts her hand. “He’s loud when he’s with my uncle Satoru, and Kugisaki says it’s funny to tease him.” She smiles for a moment before she sinks her chair and then suddenly slides out to run away with an excuse over her shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

You watch her scurry away and then finish eating unbothered.

“I thought about something,” Choso brings up as he puts Satori’s empty plate over his. “About my brother's places in this life.”

You put the chopsticks down and slightly narrow your gaze with concern, noticing his eyes focus on the table and his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly, but enough that his nose wrinkles. Meaning he was really thinking hard.

“What is it?” You press softly and lean over the table to take his hand.

Choso glances up at you with his eyes glossy and takes a deep breath to try and answer. However, before he can share what troubles him hurried footsteps echoing in the distance interrupt him before Satori enters the dining room, causing Choso to quickly pull his hand away so she wouldn’t see.

“Mommy,” Satori says out of breath, and clings onto your arm to whisper in your ear. “Can you help me?” She asks and lets you get a peek at a card that has a little red envelope attached to it. “Please?”

You giggle and whisper back. “He won’t bite. Just give it to him.”

Satori presses you with an anxious look and digs her little nails into your arm. “Please.”

“I'll go wash the dishes,” Choso interjects, making Satori’s eyes peel with panic.

“Wait,” you interrupt him and make him sit back down just as he was getting up. “Cho…” you roll out with a teasing smile. “Satori wants to give you something.”

Choso shifts in his seat and you see his own slight panic on his pale face.

“Go on, it’s not from me,” you encourage your daughter. “Hand it to him, I’ll be here.”

Satori lets out a deep breath and fiddles before she turns and looks at Choso shyly. “This is for you,” she says sweetly and hands him the letter. “From me.”

Choso glances at you unsure, so you assure him with a smile before you prop your elbows on the table and rest your chin on your hands to watch Choso open the card made of white construction paper, and red glittering letters that say ‘To Choso,” at the front.

And considering she didn’t want to show you what she had made for him, your curiosity gets the best of you and you can’t help but lean over to take a peek inside, seeing that Satori had drawn Choso on one side and her on the other. He had a drawn-on nonchalant face, which is super cute, and her portrait…well you couldn’t stop smiling as you notice how she drew herself smiling and had a speech bubble over her head that read, ‘Thank you for saving me! And thank you for saving my mom! I appreciate you!’

“Cute,” you compliment her as you poke her side, causing her to giggle and push your hand away.

Nevertheless, as Choso pulls a red and purple beaded bracelet out from the envelope you notice his eyes are once again getting glossy. But this time you see him smiling—or he’s trying, his lips are wobbling.

“Red is for your technique,” Satori points out. “And purple is because you wear…purple…” Satori trails off in a whisper as she notices the tears welling in his eyes, and slowly loses the smile that was peeking through as she was gaining confidence.

“I’m sorry,” she interjects in a shaky voice as she wraps her arms around your neck to find comfort from her growing shame.

“It’s okay, baby,” you assure her and caress the back of her head. “You didn’t make him sad, Choso just gets emotional that’s all. Those are happy tears.”

Satori loosens her grip around you and Choso wipes away his tears to try and comfort her. “Yeah, sorry. I just didn’t expect it…I love it. Thank you so much, Satori, and you’re welcome.”

Satori sighs with relief and lets you go. “Well that’s good,” she laughs breathlessly. “I thought I made you sad…I hope you like your bracelet, I made it.”

Choso smiles softly at her. “I do, I love it. I’ll wear it all the time. Thank you, Satori.”

And knowing him he probably won’t ever take it off.

“You're welcome,” she says back with a happy smile and then steps back. “Well, I’m going to go get ready now.”

“Yes,” you encourage her. “And then come find me so I can do your hair.”

Satori swings around harshly. “No! You do my hair all crooked!”

You pout and watch her leave. When she’s gone though can’t help but smile before you slide over and hug Choso from behind.

“I forgot to tell you,” you whisper as you press a kiss on the side of his side head. “Thank you for helping my little girl. Thank you.”

Choso reaches over and caresses your arm as he keeps looking at the letter Satori gave him.

“See,” you coo. “She likes you. Don’t worry, baby.”

Choso glances over at you as if what you just said is unbelievable. Which you find funny. He acts like he’s not deserving of the pet names.

“I’ll tell her today okay?” You let him know. “Maybe even before we leave.”

Choso presses a kiss on your arm and nods.

“Now what is it you were going to say?” You reel back to your previous topic before you got interrupted. “Something about your brothers?”

Choso shakes his head. “I’ll tell you later. Now I want to make sure if it’s okay that I give Tsukumo’s research to Yuji. She was your mentor and she was someone else's. I don't want to cause problems.”

You step back and start collecting the things off the table. “It’s okay, really. Aoi is okay with it, he’s like, delusional, actually, and thinks Itadori is his brother.” You snicker and peer back, catching Choso pouting slightly and looking perplexed.

“Why?” Choso mutters as he starts to help you clean up.

You shrug. “‘Cause they have the same type of women…I think. Itadori and Aoi told me something exponentially different. But anyway,” you huff. “It’s okay. Itadori will have more use for it than us.”

“Okay,” he whispers and then goes back to the previous matter. “And that guy, Todo, he’s not actually Yuji’s brother is he?”

You snort and shake your head. “No! Aoi is weird okay? They’re not really brothers.”

Choso sighs with what seems to be relief and you can’t help but giggle before you start cleaning the breakfast aftermath, and then once again change, but this time in a cute, expensive, fashionable, and warm outfit to wear out and impress the newly awakened sorcerers.

You wanted Satori to match with you, but she refused and said she’d look silly in a long fur coat, and that it was far too late considering she had changed already…

Tsk.

“Do you remember when we used to brush daddy’s hair?” Satori interjects as you brush her long black hair back since she’s refusing to let you style it because apparently, you’re bad at it. But the real reason is that she misses Belinda doing her hair.

“Hm,” you answer softly. “I do.”

“I miss it.”

You let out a deep sigh and debate about telling her about Choso and you since she’s thinking back to her father. It’d be…inappropriate no?

Then again Choso is going to tell Itadori, and you’re going to tell Shoko and your students, so word will travel and you don’t want her to hear it from someone else and feel betrayed, so…there’s no better time than now.

“Satori, I have to tell you something, okay?” You don’t prolong the news.

“Okay, what is it?” She asks completely unaware.

You sigh deeply and brush her hair at a slower pace. “It’s about Choso and I…”

She doesn’t move or react. She sits still and waits which, only makes your stomach knot together.

“We’re…” you pause and think about how to say it in a manner she’ll understand. “Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Satori stiffens and then pulls away, dragging her long hair along with her. “Why?” She quickly cuts in with a hurt little look. “What about daddy?”

“Satori, Daddy is gone,” you remind her gently.

“I know,” she says sharply. “But…won’t he get sad? You don’t love him anymore?”

You grab at your chest and then crouch to be at her level. “Chipmunk, I will always love your dad. I will never, ever forget him, but it’s time I move on and that’s ok,” you assure her and grab her hands to cup them in yours. “It’s okay to move on because we’re not going to forget him are you?”

Satori’s eyes get watery as she shakes her head. “No.”

“No,” you agree. “He’s always going to be with us.”

“He’s,” she pauses and sniffles. “He’s going to live in us? Like Choso said?”

You smile and nod softly. “Yeah. He is.”

Satori’s tears roll down her cheeks, so you quickly wipe them away. “My little love,” you coo. “It’s okay. Your daddy wants us to be happy. He wants me to be happy, and Choso makes me happy. You think he’s nice, no?”

Satori nods, but she doesn't answer, she instead asks a question. “He makes you very happy?” Her voice quivers.

You beam at her and wipe away her tears. “Yeah, he makes me very happy. And look, he’s never going to take your dad's place, okay? Never. He’s just going to be part of our family now. And it’s okay if it takes you time to be his friend, he understands.”

Satori nods in comprehension and looks at you with a wobbly smile. “You think Uncle Satoru will get mad?”

You scoff. “I am an adult, I make my own choices even if he likes them or not.”

Satori gasps. “He’s your big brother! He says he bosses you around because he’s the oldest.”

This is what he tells her?

Oh, he’s going to pay when he’s out of his stupid box!

“I am an adult, he might be my clan leader but he is not my boss, okay?” You sass her.

Satori giggles, making you tuck her hair behind her ears before you just press her one more time. “So what are your thoughts about Choso and me?”

Satori lets out a shaky sigh but she smiles. “If he makes you happy it’s okay. I’m happy if you’re happy.”

You flash her a grin and can’t help but trap her in an embrace. “Oh, I knew you’d understand.”

Satori hugs you back and stays in your embrace until you pull away.

“Now,” you interject happily. “Let’s finish brushing your hair so we can leave. They’re waiting for us.”

“And we’ll get Uncle Satoru out?” She can’t help but ask impatiently.

“Well,” you sigh. “That’s my hope, but I don’t know yet. We’ll see.”

Hopefully whatever Shoko needs to tell you doesn’t interfere with that today…you miss your big brother.

——

*LATER*

“What are we going to do now? What am I going to tell Satoru?” You mumble out and groan before you drop your head to rub your forehead from the stress Shoko just dropped on your shoulders.

“What are we going to tell Satoru,” Shoko corrects you and rummages through your coat pocket, but finds your worm Cursed-spirit tucked inside.

“That’s gross,” she groans.

You snicker and pull him out. “He’s in there just in case I need him, and so he doesn’t have to be around my shoulders all the time.”

Shoko lets it go and walks around you to dig through your other pocket, and this time pulls out what she was looking for; a cigarette box.

“It’s…weird being the adults now,” you think out loud while you take a cigarette stick Shoko offers you from your own pack. “We’re the ones in charge now. We’re the ones who are supposed to help them shape their future…” you let out a soft laugh and light the cigarettes with fire you summon over your finger.

“I would like to say that things were easier when we were in high school, but,” you sigh. “I don’t think that’s so.”

“We had our fun,” Shoko interjects as she blows out smoke. “We can say that. Going out was way more fun when we were teenagers.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, they were. Now that was easier! And so were phones, I miss my flip phone.”

“Meh, I like that I can access the internet on my phone, and you know buy stuff from there.”

You smile. “Yeah that’s true…” you trail off and go back to thinking about Fushiguro and how Sukuna now traded hosts and put himself in the boy Satoru helped raise.

“We’re the adults, we're supposed to be better than the ones who surrounded us, but,” you sigh and draw in a long drag of your cigarette. “Fushiguro is gone,” you blow out and drop your head. “That angel girl got her arm bitten off, and all the students were in some deathmatch…I should’ve been there, I should've helped Fushiguro.”

If the roles were reserved with Satoru, he would’ve helped your kids, he would’ve fought a lot harder and just…been there.

“You couldn’t have done anything,” Shoko assures you. “It's Sukuna. Plus you wouldn't have even survived with how low your cursed technique was then. You’re still recovering.”

You drop your hand to let it hang over the balcony and shake your head in disapproval. “You don’t get it, because at least if I was there I could’ve tried. Now he’s gone, and Sukuna is fully in control. When we get Satoru out he will come to find the boy he raised lost inside a monster,” you say with frustration through gritted teeth. “And Fushiguro’s sister is probably dead.”

Or maybe Shoko is right and all you feel is guilt. Not for not being able to be there, but the possibility of letting down a person you haven’t even learned to forgive yet or figured out if you blame him for killing Suguru or not. Which is why you shouldn't be so hard on yourself—but, you still do love him, and knowing that once again someone that brought him happiness is gone, hurts you too.

“There’s still nothing you could’ve done,” Shoko rests her case without getting offended by the sharpness in your voice just now. “That’s how things are. Unexpected. You have to adapt to it.”

You draw in a slow drag and manage to grow an awe-struck smile on your face. “How do you do it?” You can't help but ask as you blow out smoke. “Stay so calm in these dire situations? I can go over a small bump on the road and I’m stressing out.”

Shoko's brown eyes find you through her cloud of smoke rising from her cigarette and answers with a faint smirk playing in the corner of her lips. “It comes with the career path. I can’t be freaking out or else the patient freaks out and only makes things harder.”

You grin. “Look at you Doctor Shoko. I’m impressed.”

She quirks a brow. “Did you doubt me?”

You let the cigarette burn and shrug. “Kind of,” you admit. “You were not so good at studying.”

“Yeah because I have an advantage,” she throws out casually, which makes you kind of worried now.

She is the only doctor here after all.

“The girl is fine right?” You double-check.

Shoko scoffs and nudges your shoulder. “She’s fine. I’m good at what I do okay?”

You laugh softly and put out your cigarette on the ashtray while she continues using hers.

“No, but seriously,” she says more seriously. “She’s in no fighting condition. She really got lucky. Which means…” she sighs and averts her gaze. “Satoru will have to wait a couple of days until she recovers.”

You blink and snap your eyes over to her to pass her a pointed glare. “What?”

Why didn’t she tell you before?

Sure you assumed that girl was going to have to take it easy because of what happened, but you didn’t think it would affect her ability to get Satoru out.

“I know you want to get him out already but what’s a couple more days?” She tries to assure you, but besides the fact that Sukuna is out and in control of a boy with the ten shadows technique, it’s been 17 days since he’s been stuck in that eerie box. Who knows what he’s going through, and! What if something happens in between those days and only sets back his release, causing him to suffer more?

He shouldn’t have to wait when you have the means to let him out already.

But it’s all because of that sorcerer girl who’s also inhabited by that other ancient sorcerer. And because she just used her heart.

And sure anyone can make the mistake, you could, but you were told that she had Sukuna basically in her grasp! And she let him go…

She needs to know, just hear a thing or two.

Thus you turn sharply on your heels and storm back inside with a prickly attitude.

“Y/N what are you doing?” Shoko asks as she tows behind you with concern.

Yet you ignore her and when you get inside the med-bay you see that young girl with the missing arm, and Okkotsu by her bedside. Not like you care about him.

“You,” you point at the girl who actually resembles an Angel. You thought she would’ve looked different, but regardless you share your purpose for storming in without shame.

“I'm going to tell you this once,” you continue. “What you did with Sukuna was incredibly stupid. I hope you know that. You had him right in your grasp and he’s gone now. And what’s even more fucking stupid is that two of you are in control.” You scoff, and the girl nervously glances at Shoko walking in after you.

“Did you let her do it?” You ask the sorcerer lurking inside the girl.

“No,” she quickly argues in an almost angelic voice. “Of course not. I warned her but she didn’t listen.”

You meet the girl's gaze again and only harden your glare. “You let your heart take control,” you spat. “In this business that can be a dangerous thing. And before you say it, trust me I know that ache, that need to save someone you love. I have to fight with a crazy sorcerer in my husband's body! For a couple of seconds when I saw him in Shibuya all I could feel was relief and joy to see him. I didn’t think about the red flags that popped in my head, but then I thought, I used my head and I rammed my hand through his chest. He’s only escaped me because he keeps trying to gut me.”

“But—”

“Butt out,” you snap at Okkotsu.

“Look, I know you’re new, kid,” you continue a bit nicer now that you have her attention and you have come to your full senses. “You’re young, but you have to use your head and your heart. And sometimes you can only use one even if it’s against someone you love. It’ll hurt, but it’s a sacrifice we must do for the greater good.”

“I…” the girl stammers and averts your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you retort with no hint of comfort. “Do better. And think about the fact that Sukuna is out now.”

You watch her for a lingering moment before you turn and walk out with Shoko following right at your heels.

“You were harsh, no?” She remarks.

You peer back at her and shake your head. “No. Remember we’re the adults now. There’s a balance of how to be with them, and sometimes you have to lean towards the harder side. I was being honest and head-on, like Yuki.”

Shoko is going to say something but when she realizes what you said and who you mentioned she knows you’re right. After all that incident could’ve caused the girl her life. She got very lucky.

Yet there is one thing she does point out. “You were also angry about Satoru.”

“Yes. He’s my brother.”

You don’t share the reason you suddenly blew up is because of the delay in his release, it wouldn't make you sound any nicer. So you’re just blunt.

“I won’t apologize,” you tell her and turn around to join the others now. And right away you spot Hakari, whom you had yet to see.

“Kinji!” You greet and catch his attention.

And the moment his eyes land on you he matches your excited energy. “Master,” he shouts back and meets you halfway with a quick embrace before you pull back and grab his chin to turn his head and worry.

“Did you see Shoko already? There’s no lingering side effects?”

After all, half of his face was so badly wounded that he had fucking muscle exposed.

“I did,” he tries to assure you as you try to find some fault he might’ve missed. “But I also did heal with RCT.” He smirks.

You let his face go and give him a proud smile. “I’m proud, Kin. I knew you would do it.” You pat his shoulder and catch Kirara walking over. “I would like to say it was my amazing teaching, but it’s all you and your technique. Good job.”

“Give yourself some credit I used skills and teachings you taught us,” he immediately argues to make you feel better.

Which works.

“Now did you go to Shoko,” he shares his concern as it's just you, him, and Kirara now that they join you. “You died, didn't you? We have to make sure you’re not part of the undead.”

Why did he and Kirara assume the same thing?!

“I’m fine, I’m healing fine,” you assure him and then feign a concerned face. “But I am craving flesh. Brains.”

Hakari crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “You wouldn't even be talking.”

This is why you love them so much, they know how to roll with your humor.

“Unless she’s like those zombies from that one movie where they run and climb over walls,” Kirara points out.

Hakari and you shake your head but he corrects them. “They never talked.”

“Oh! I can be like one of those zombies from that movie where the girl falls in love with a zombie. They talk.” You remind them.

“I fell asleep through that movie,” Hakari says. “It was lame.”

“Yeah.” You nod slowly.

“Anyway!” You clap your hands and look around the room filled with other sorcerers. “Why don’t you guys introduce me to the new sorcerers? Like that cute lawyer.” You smirk.

“He’s not here,” Kirara bursts your bubble. “Takaba and Kashimo are though.”

You frown with disappointment, but follow them towards a man that almost scares the piss out of you because he’s like half-naked.

“Oh,” he gasps and his eyes widen as he spots you approaching. “Oh no.”

You try to wipe off your partially freaked out and judgemental face, but his uniform is too revealing, you can’t pretend to be okay with it.

“This is Takaba,” Kirara introduces him as you stop in front of him. “Takaba—”

“You. I know you,” he cuts them off out of breath when you stop across from him. “You—should I bow? I don’t know what to do.”

You muster a laugh and shake your head as you wave your hands in protest too. “Don’t bow. Please. Just introduce yourself. Distract me from what you’re wearing.”

“Right!” He nods his head harshly and thankfully offers you a traditional greeting bow and not some awkward one. “My name is Fumihiko Takaba!”

You offer him a smile and just keep heavy eye contact. “I’m y/n Gojo.”

He nods rapidly while he looks at you completely starstruck now. “I know. You’re famous out there, and in the sorcerer world, I hear. I never thought I’d meet you.”

You giggle and part your lips to ask him about his technique, but he cuts you off.

“Do you want to hear a Joke? I’m a comedian.”

You blink with curiosity and immediately nod. “Yeah, shoot.”

Takaba clears his throat first. “Don’t marry me! I don’t want you as my wi-fi!”

You look at him with a straight face for a few seconds, making him grow nervous before you start laughing.

He doesn’t think you’re serious at first, but when he notices that you’re being genuine he laughs with you until you stop.

“I like it,” you compliment him. “Thank you for that.”

Takaba lets out a deep and relieved breath. “Good. I'm glad you liked it…you really liked it?”

You nod. “Yeah, man, I enjoy good puns.”

“Really? I have more!”

“Well I would love to hear them, but I do have others to meet so find me later. Really, please do, I might just tell you some of my own.” You make him finally smile at you without anxiety tensing up his face

“Alright! Okay! It was very nice meeting you ms y/n! I’m a fan! You’re very pretty!” He exclaims.

You touch your chest and bow your head. “Thank you Takaba.”

When you walk away and make a distance between him and you, Hakari interjects. “I shoulda bet you Kira, I knew he was going to react like that.”

Kirara pats their lips. “I thought he’d be more ecstatic.”

As they talk and guide you to the next person you look around the room until you spot Satori with Inumaki messing with Panda. Which is good, you smile at the sight. Even if Satoru’s old students dislike you for last year's events, it’s good they don’t pass that resentment to Satori.

“Master,” Hakari reels your attention back to them as you come to a stop by a tall man with long cyan colored hair and lightning marks under his eyes that are already on you. “This is Hajima Kashimo.”

Unlike Takaba this guy doesn’t greet you right away, he doesn’t seem open whatsoever either. He stands tall and looks at you not with a piercing look, it’s more pointed, but you don’t know if he’s trying to size you up or looking for something in you.

Whatever it is you don’t let him intimidate you. You raise your chin and stand just as tall, but you pierce your fire-kissed eyes. You don’t fear men or ancient sorcerers who call themselves gods.

“What’s going on?” Kirara whispers to Hakari.

“Hm.” Kashimo finally reacts. “Finally someone somewhat strong.”

“You're the God of Lightning?” You break your silence and press your hands on your hips. “The one who couldn’t even beat a sorcerer from the new era.” You smirk. “Some God.”

Kirara scoffs in amusement at the way you don’t flinch or hide.

Kashimo huffs. “He got lucky.”

You snicker and roll your eyes. “Tell yourself that.”

He scoffs and leans in closer. “I heard he’s your student. Would you like to prove your worth?”

You look him up and down and when you meet his gaze you narrow your glare further and don’t let your smirk falter. “I don’t need to prove anything to you.” You spat

Kashimos’ pointed look now pierces in you, but you catch the corner of his lips twitch to a smirk before he pulls back and scoffs. “All right, Gojo. I see you.” He mutters before he turns away from the three of you, letting Kirara, Hakari, and you share a teasing look before you walk away.

And as you do walk away you finally spot Choso already watching you by the living area. And rather than seeing nonchalance, you see his nose slightly scrunched and his eyebrows faintly furrowed with an emotion you can only read as jealousy. He looks different when he’s concerned. But this is hot too.

So you shoot him a smirk and don’t immediately aim towards him, instead you depart from your students and walk to the guy Nanami was mentoring.

“Ino,” you call for his attention and he immediately turns. When he notices you his eyes slightly widen with surprise. “Right?” You ask. “Kento was mentoring you?”

“Uh, yeah that’s me,” he says gently.

You offer him a smile. “I just wanted to give you my condolences. And tell you that if you ever need anything, reach out to me. I will be more than happy to help one of Kento’s students.”

Ino lets out a deep sigh and offers you a small bow of his head. “Thank you so much, Miss Gojo. And I’m sorry for your loss. He didn't really share much about his personal life, but he did tell me you were his best friend.”

Your smile spreads to a grin and just before you can thank him he pulls out Nanami’s cleaver.

“Shoko gave this to me, but he was your friend, take it,” he says and pushes it towards you, but you instead push it back towards him.

“Keep it,” you tell him sweetly. “We didn't talk much about sorcerery, but he did mention that you were a great student,” you let him know, making his eye soften. “So I’m sure he’ll want you to keep it. Besides, you can find a better use for it than I can.”

Ino bows his head and gives you a brighter smile. “Thank you so much, Miss Gojo.”

You offer him a sweet grin before you turn away and now head towards Choso, who smiles softly at you as he sees you approaching him.

“Cho!” You greet and fall beside him on the couch he’s on. “I missed you,” you whisper and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Missed me?” He asks with his cheeks turning a shade of red. “I was here.”

You smirk. “Tell me about it. Now.” You begin to press and make his gaze finally fall on you. “What’s wrong my beloved?”

Choso stays quiet for a moment and the mark on his nose crinkles slightly. “What do you mean?” He asks even though he knows exactly what it is you’re referring to.

“You’re pouting,” you point with a teasing smile. “Your nose is crinkled just a bit, and you're glaring, but not in the way when you’re lost in thought, your eyebrows are furrowed then not pinched.”

Choso’s blush turns a deeper red as hears that you pay more attention to him than he thinks.

“Any particular reason?” You press deeper and slide a hand down to rub his chest. “Or did you just miss me?”

A laugh escapes from his lips before he sighs deeply and turns in his seat to face you. “Do you remember when you said you wanted to get ramen at some place in the city?”

You’re not hungry now, but you could get hungry on the way…

“Yeah,” you answer excitedly. “Why?”

Choso grabs your hand that you have on his chest and caresses it while he averts his gaze and almost lights on fire with how red he’s turning. “Would you…like to go on a date with me?” He asks and bats his eyelashes to look back at you with a softened gaze that only makes his brown eyes gleam brighter.

“We’re partners now,” he adds. “And even if I haven’t been here long I know that’s what partners do, and I want to do this right with you.”

You grin and grab his jaw to press a big fat sloppy kiss on his lips. “I would love to go on a date with you,” you finally give his tense heart comfort.

“And I know you like the ocean but you hate looking at the fishes in the tanks,” he says confidently. “But your student Kirara says that there's a place where you’re surrounded by screens and it looks like you’re in the place you want to be. We can go there too.”

Your smile softens as you feel yourself fall in complete awe. “I would love that,” you whisper softly, making him smile. “I really would.”

Choso caresses your cheek and leans in to give you a short but deep kiss.

“We can go after we get your brother out. It only seems fitting then.” He says against your lips.

You nod in comprehension and before pulling away and without leaning in for more, you hold each other's gazes for a lingering moment before you hear a sudden screech-like cry.

“Mommy!”

You sigh and without looking back to gather any intel, you quickly counter. “Kinji leave the child alone!”

Choso looks over and sees what you assumed, Hakari teasing Satori by holding something of hers several feet over her head.

“How did you know that happened?” Choso asks almost amazed by your know-how without even looking back.

“Years of practice,” you share with a laugh.

Choso hums and glances over your shoulder to continue watching Satori with the other students. “Did you always want to become a mother?” He asks and focuses on you.

Your grin falls to a frown as you think about the children you lost. “No,” you reveal the truth and muster a faint smile. “When I was a teenager all I wanted was to hone my technique and not be stuck here...” You sigh and lean your side against the couch, but never let your eye contact wander. “But then the twins and I crossed paths, I was scared to be what my parents were to me, but I also knew that they wouldn't be treated better if we left them. So after Suguru comforted my fear, I chose to be their mother, and not once have I regretted taking that leap. Now I can't think of anything better than being a mother.”

Choso smiles at you with soft admiration, making your face grow hot under his admiring gaze.

“Now you,” you bring back now that you’re alone. “What's got your mind wheels churning behind those nice eyes, hm?”

Choso scoffs and watches as he slithers a hand on the couch to slide it over yours and continue touching so he can feel that much closer to you.

“I wasn’t sure before. In the morning.” He begins to say and knits his thick eyebrows together. “But today when we got here and I heard that Yuji could’ve died yesterday against Sukuna, it became clear…I want him to consume my brothers.”

You blink with surprise and tilt your head down to meet his gaze. “Are you sure?” You make sure to ask only because he’s been so set on bringing his brothers to life so they can live a good life.

“Yuji could’ve died, y/n,” he argues and meets your gaze. “And there’s still a fight to come with Sukuna and Noritoshi. What brother would be if I continue disappointing him? This way he’ll be stronger, and my brothers will live on in Yuji.”

You begin to caress his knuckles with your finger and don’t argue. If this is what he wants all you can do is support his choice.

After making sure this is really what he wants.

“Are you sure, Choso? If he consumes them I don’t think you’ll be able to bring them back.”

Choso draws out a deep breath and nods without hesitation. “Yes, and I’m sure this is what they’d want too. This way he’ll have the support and strength of his older brothers, and we can make up for all our years of absence in his life.”

You hum in comprehension and hold his hand now. “All right,” you finally show him your support. “Sounds like a good plan. You’re a good brother, my love.”

That pet name escaped you. It’s something you haven’t said before and it almost makes you shy to say it, but it also feels so right saying it to him.

And it also doesn’t go unnoticed, Choso looks at you with surprise before he grows flustered.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I really needed to hear that after my choice.”

You smile at him and lift his hand to press a kiss on his fingers. “It’s like you said, they will all live through Itadori. It’s a good choice.”

Choso lets out all the tension he had on his shoulders with a deep breath.

“Now,” you interject and squirm. “Talking about brothers. I will warn you, my brother…he will be annoying towards you when he finds out we’re together.”

“Well we did fight,” Choso quickly justifies Satoru’s behavior, but that’s not what you’re referring to.

“No, no, honey, he will be annoying because he tends to do that with the people I’m with. He never really liked the idea of Suguru and me together until he reflected on it when it was too late.”

“You’re his little sister,” Choso rebuttals. “And he has a niece to consider as well. He’s just being protective.”

“There’s a way to be protective without being annoying,” you grumble as if it’s already happening. “But anyway, it’s just a warning, okay? So when he gets annoying towards you just shrug him off and ignore him, it’s what I do. And just continue being who you are, that will make him back off just a bit. All right? Just don’t let him intimidate you. Behind all that strong sorcerer exterior is a dorky and good-hearted guy.”

Choso nods in comprehension but doesn’t seem to grasp just how annoying Satoru can be.

He’ll know soon enough then.

——

*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

“Hold up,” you immediately butt in as you catch Itadori and Takaba setting the backgate down in the middle of the room. “You’re not planning to release the seal are you?”

Both men look over at you with confusion, and Itadori interjects. “Yeah, can’t we?”

You share a nervous laugh and don’t know if he’s playing or not.

“I mean—”

“Now that you mention,” Takaba interrupts you and jumps to his feet. “This place is a bit dull for a homecoming...”

Oh. No.

“Should we decorate it a little? Do we have origami?” He continues to ask, making Satori's little face brighten at the mention as she sits next to Kurusu, the girl being used by Angel.

“I want to help!” Satori exclaims.

“Great!” Takaba shouts back and leans towards her. “Let’s make interlocked rings like so,” he demonstrates with his hands.

You glance over at Choso and share a slightly teasing look.

“I know what those are,” Satori says excitedly as she sits on her knees on the seat. “Me and my sisters made it for my mommy’s birthday.”

“Good, now what are his favorite colors?” Takaba wonders as he steps back.

“That’s not what I meant,” you interject before Angel bounces in.

“It is said time does not flow within the prison realm. Therefore, whatever is trapped inside will not die due to starvation or old age. The prisoner will live indefinitely so long as they do not end their own life.”

Satoru is strong-minded. He wouldn’t do that, would he?

Unless the prison realm is mentally torturing him

and having him live through his worst fear, or reliving bad memories.

But even still Satoru is strong-willed.

“It sounds like you could use it as a Time Machine if you wanted,” Hakari shares, making you smile in amusement.

“It wouldn't go as well as you would think,” Angel breaks his illusion. “Precisely because there is no concept of physical time, it is impossible for us to know how Satoru Gojo has perceived the last 19 days since Halloween. It could have felt like a blink of an eye for him, but it is equally possible that it felt like waiting 100 years.”

19 days have felt like an eternity for you, it’s like you’ve lived several lifetimes throughout those days, so you can only imagine what it’s like for your brother who is just stuck.

Hopefully, he’s been able to take it easy at least. He needs it.

“Hm, so what then?” Angel continues to share. “What I’m worried about is Satoru Gojo’s mental state. He’s the strongest sorcerer of the current generation, right?”

You nod and hum. “That’s right. So if Satoru is in a state of mental disarray…”

“…undoing the seal in a narrow space like this could be very dangerous, right?” Shoko finishes for you.

You can see now why that can be a catastrophic problem.

“When you put it that way,” Itadori muses with concern.

“Sounds pretty dangerous,” Hakari lets his imagination run wild too.

You sigh. “So where then?” You query.

The room falls silent for a moment as everyone thinks hard until you come up with an idea. “When I was a student I would go train at Kiroko mines, a Jujutsu high training ground. From what I remember it’s steep enough, and far away enough from the city.”

Albeit, the rocky and dirty terrain isn’t friendly enough to your heels that perfectly compliment your Vintage Viviene Westwood matching 2 piece look.

“Why didn’t you change shoes?” Shoko sounds like Nanami.

“Well.” You shrug and thank your modeling career for teaching you how to walk in heels in all kinds of terrain, or else you probably would have twisted an ankle. “I wasn’t planning to come here, and considering you and Choso,” you point your eyes at him beside you. “Have basically put me on house arrest. I don't bother to put on training attire.”

“It’s not like we’re running a runaway.”

“You can’t run a runway,” you sass her. “Unless it’s what the designer wants. You strut a runway.” You smirk and swiftly put on your sunglasses as the sun is bothering your eyes.

Shoko rolls her eyes and slides on her own sunglasses before she lifts them a little and leans toward your neck. “Is that—”

You cut her off by backing away towards Choso, and pull up the fur collar on your coat to cover the love mark on your neck.

However, if she's surprised by that she should see the rest of your body, Choso has been very loving and sweet and loves to leave marks on your body.

Even thinking about it now makes you all tingling.

And sure you could heal them but what’s the point in that? You like looking at them when you’re alone.

“Shut up,” you hiss at her nonetheless because your daughter is close by.

“Imagine if Satoru sees it, like, I’m so happy to be back and see you’re not dead, sister,” she mocks him. “Oh wait, is that?”

You glare at her and just ignore her even as she laughs softly at her own joke.

“Here seems to be a good spot,” Angel announces as Kurusu comes to a stop in front of sandbag barriers.

“Well,” you tell Shoko as you take the chairs Choso was holding for you and her. “Here goes our peace and quiet.”

“You said it,” she mumbles as you both fist pump while you take your seats.

“Mommy I want to be with the others,” Satori runs over to tell you.

You glance back at where Kirara and Hakari are to make sure it’s a safe spot when Angel opens the gate. “Alright, just hide behind the sandbags when they open the gate, ‘kay?”

Satori nods and you watch her run over to join Kirara and Hakari to just reassure yourself it’s safe before you return your worry to your brother's release.

What if it doesn’t work out? Or what if Tengen was wrong and Angel ends up destroying the Prison Realm and Satoru along with it?

Or what if Satoru comes out and he’s deranged? Or so traumatized he can’t even talk?

And the worst fear you have and might be a stretch is, what if somehow he loses his memory and forgets everything and everyone?

Okay yeah, that sounds a bit crazy. They all kind of stem from your growing stress and anxiety of getting your brother out because if it turns out you can’t get him out or he’s somehow dead, what will be of you then?

“Here we go!” Kurusu announces as she flies up to the sky, making you draw in a deep breath and start gnawing your nails.

Choso immediately notices your anxiety and reaches over to take your hand out of your mouth and interlace his fingers with yours instead, making you grab onto that same arm with your other hand as you watch Kurusu lift her trumpet, and take a deep breath before Inumaki shouts through his megaphone.

“Salmon!!”

Kurusu blows through her trumpet and a large and bright beam of light falls over the backgate like an explosion, causing high winds to blow dust back that you manipulate to not hit you and the other two you’re with.

Once the beam is gone, a thick cloud of dust now covers where the backgate was and the possibility of where Satoru could be.

“What happened?” Itadori shouts as everyone pops up like little gophers. “Gojo?! Is it safe to come close?!”

You only drop one hand off Choso’s arm, but keep holding his hand for support as you stand up and only take a step forward as all the students, and Satori run towards the place Satoru is supposed to be.

“Huh? Gojo?!” You hear Itadori shout as he enters the clearing dust cloud. And you can’t stand your nerves anymore, you join the others hand in hand with Choso.

And much to your disappointment as the dust clears the backgate is gone and your brother is nowhere to be seen.

“Did he disappear along with the prison realm?” Itadori asks worryingly.

Satori notices that her uncle isn’t appearing so she finds you and grabs your other hand.

“Where is he mom?” She whispers with worry.

You’re honest and shrug. “I don’t know,” you let her know. “But I’m sure he’s okay.”

“And thus yet another useless piece of trivia is known to the world,” Takaba interjects and it doesn’t land right. You’ve found him to be funny, but right now that ticks you off.

“Might Satoru Gojo be some kind of evil spirit?” Kurusu tries to defend what just happened. “It would explain why he disappeared when exposed to our light. So it isn’t really my fault then, right? Right?”

You narrow your gaze to a glare and hold yourself from once again going off on her like last time.

“She’s playing defense,” Itadori mutters.

“Well, can’t really argue that Gojo’s personality had some evil to it,” Shoko inputs nonchalantly, causing a small laugh to actually escape your lips.

Nevertheless, suddenly then you catch the pebbles beneath your feet begin to bounce calmly, while the dust on the ground begins to lift before you feel a shift beneath your feet. Meaning only one thing is starting to happen.

“Earthquake,” you announce to everyone with disbelief before the ground shakes violently, making you protectively wrap your arm around Satori.

“An earthquake?!” Kurusu shouts.

“This can't be a coincidence!!” Itadori says hopefully.

And you also can’t help but be hopeful now too, because it really can’t be a coincidence, the animals at home would’ve given it away by acting strange. They were calm last night and this morning. So this must be because of Satoru…

“Y/N what do you think it was?” Shoko asks once the ground stops trembling.

You scoff and look at her with a perplexed look. “What am I? A seismologist?”

She smirks. “I like how you immediately knew what they’re called.”

You flash her a half smile and shrug. “I watch a lot of nature documentaries. Anyway,” you change the subject. “I’m sure he’ll find us when he’s done with whatever he’s doing, so.” You grin now. “Why don’t we all go to my place now! We can welcome him there with food and whatever it is you guys wanted to make!”

“Hey yay!” Kirara exclaims.

“I would really love to go see your home!” Takaba says unexpectedly and you can’t help but laugh.

——

*LATER*

Everyone who went to the training grounds is here now waiting for Satoru to come after being released, hoping that what Kurusu and Angel did didn’t actually kill him. Even the second-year students are here at your house. Everyone except for him.

And it’s not like you expect a phone call or a message, it’s more than likely that his phone doesn’t work anymore considering where he's been, but it’s been a while since he was released. Takaba, Satori, and some others have already hung up decorations and made a welcome-back cake in the time you’ve been waiting.

Which is why you go out to your back porch and worry. Just for a little. It’s so crowded inside that it only heightens your stress, even if half of the students are out on the grounds exploring what your community has to offer.

It’s almost getting hard to breathe with all the worry crumbling you.

But you stay strong, you have to keep hope, and not think of the possibility of having him actually be dead. Because if he is…

“Mommy!” A muffled call breaks you from your train of thought before the back door slides open and you hear clearer. “Mommy!”

You draw out a deep breath and hide your stress with a smile before you stand up straight and turn to look at her. “Yes…” your words fall out of your mouth as you see who’s standing tall behind her. An unbelievable yet comforting sight that erases all the worry and fear that had been eating away at you, and that slowly erases the grudge and slight dislike you held against him, returning that pure unconditional love you once so deeply had for your brother.

“Satoru,” you whisper shakily in disbelief.

Said man let’s go of your daughter's hand and steps forward to study you from head to toe with his bright blue eyes starting to gleam as they narrow on you.

“My six eyes are telling me it’s you, but…I saw you,” he says breathlessly. And for the first time in a long time, you see tears running down his cheeks. “He killed you.”

You nod. “He did, but not at that time, I lived. I had a small window and I took it. I’m here.”

A small smile twitches on his pink lips but instead of coming at you, you assure him one last time.

“I’m really here.”

Satoru lets out a breathless scoff and without waiting another minute you both break away from your spots and meet each other halfway with a tight embrace.

Which feels kind of unbelievable. It feels like a dream, and now you’re scared that it is and you’ll wake up with him still gone.

Albeit his scent isn’t so dreamlike, he smells like sweat and whiffs of death.

You’d usually tell him off but he gets a pass today. Besides it’s not like you can actually let go, you cling onto him out of fear he’ll be gone all over again.

“I’m so happy you’re home!” Satori exclaims and throws her arms around you and Satoru, making him laugh softly before he breaks away and crouches to her level to hold her cheeks.

“I’m so happy to see you, Sugar,” he calls her by the nickname he stole from you. “It’s felt like ages! I mean you even look taller.”

Satori's eyes widen and she hovers her hand above her head to compare her height to him. “Really?!” She asks excitedly.

Satoru snickers and shakes his head. “No.”

Satori’s smile falls and she points a glare at him, “you know maybe it was better when you were locked away.”

“Satori,” you scold her.

Nevertheless, Satoru laughs at her remark and doesn’t find it offensive whatsoever.

“I missed you,” he tells her sweetly.

She can’t help but grin and then grab his hands. “I made you a present. And I bought you one too!”

“Oo, I like presents, why don’t you give them to me later though, hm?”

Satori nods. “All right.”

You sigh and interject. “Satori, why don’t you wait for us inside? I need to talk to your uncle okay?”

Satori is hesitant and looks at you with pleading eyes so you can let her stay, but you don’t give in and just narrow your eyes, causing her to sigh dramatically before she stomps inside, leaving Satoru and you alone.

“I was told that I was only gone for 19 days, but,” Satoru begins to say as he stands up to his given height. “It’s felt like 19 years.”

“Satoru,” you speak with sorrow. “It’s Fushiguro—”

“I know,” he cuts you off and turns to face you. “I got out and went to go find our “friend”,” he spats out that word with spite. “…in Suguru’s body and Sukuna was there with a little thing with a bad colored bob.”

Your lips twitch to an amused smile, but it doesn’t take long before a frown creases on your face. “I wasn’t there that day, I’m sorry…I know what the boy meant to you. I'm sorry I couldn't save him from that fate.”

Satoru lets out a deep breath and walks over to stand next to you against the wooden railing. “It was Sukuna, y/n, there wasn’t anything you could’ve done to stop him from taking what he wanted.”

Shoko said that too, but who knows, maybe you could’ve done something.

Your guilt makes you feel that way anyway.

“And you should know so you don’t go on the rest of your day wondering,” you continue with more terrible news. “Nanami…and…the twins are gone,” you barely manage to finish even if you knew, even if you saw that they were at peace now.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re telling your big brother that triggers your grief to reappear like if it was the first time sharing the news, or the fact that no matter what, your heart will still break because they’re not actually here, but you can’t help but share it in a quivering voice and feel your heart break.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

Satoru looks away and nods as he understands right away.

You don’t need to simplify the news to him, he’s not 6 years old. He knows what you mean, and the news falls on him like a heavy weight he can’t actually carry.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you quietly. “You losing your girls shouldn't have happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help. Was it…”

“Kenjaku?” You fill his silence so he can know his name. “No…it was Sukuna. They wanted to free Suguru,” you share with each word pulling tears out of your eyes. “They were there to free him and I didn’t know. I should have known, I should have paid more attention to them. I should have fought them to go back home, but I…I,” your voice breaks and you can’t even finish what you wanted to say because of your tears triggered by grief.

“You trusted them,” Satoru assures you and reaches over to hold your hand. “You were a good mother. You trusted them and let them make their own choice. It’s not your fault.”

Tears stream down your face now over his sweet words.

“They’re still gone,” you bring yourself down. “I wasn’t strong enough to save them. I was weak…a weak link,” you whisper the words your parents told you under your breath, but he catches them and quickly rebuttals.

“Y/N I told you not to listen to what they would tell you. They aren’t right, you’ve proved that time and time again. Losing the twins wasn't because you were weak, it was because Sukuna is evil. We’re going to kill him.”

You take his words to heart and answer with a comprehensive silence before you interject. “I’m sorry, it’s your first day back and I’m hounding you with all my trauma.”

He scoffs. “I don’t mind. I’m actually…glad you could talk to me about it.” He says and turns his head away from the scenery ahead of him to look at you. “I missed you.”

You laugh softly and meet his gaze. “Oh wow, who would’ve known Satoru has such a good heart, and sarcasm and bad jokes aren’t all he knows.”

He rolls his eyes away but a smirk tugs on his lips.

“Satoru,” you say after a deep breath. “I forgive you for leaving me that day. I didn't know if I ever could. And to be honest, throughout these 19 days I was still unsure.” You sigh. “But seeing you today, being able to talk to you again made me realize I don’t want to hold that against you anymore. So I forgive you. I hope we can be as close as we once were.”

Satoru looks at you in silence for a lingering moment before he lets out a relieved breath and smiles. “Well isn’t that a treat?”

You muster a soft laugh, and his smile falters as he looks down and pats the railing before he holds onto it.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you enough to take you back with me that day,” he shares from the bottom of his heart, making your breath hitch. “I knew how they treated you and I still turned my back on you that day. Me being scared and protective doesn’t defend why I left you, we should have left together, and I should have let you make your own choice.”

More tears roll down your cheeks, but this time they’re happy tears. Tears of relief since for 11 years that's all you wanted to hear from him.

“It’s okay,” you assure him with a happy smile.

He leaves a moment of silence as you both relish in your joy after your heart-to-heart.

You almost don’t want to break it because you’re enjoying it so much, but he breaks his silence with a curious question. “Do you think you still would have left with Suguru if we had gone back home together?”

You sigh deeply and shrug. “I don’t know. I really don’t. I didn't believe in helping non-sorcerers by then so I really don’t know.”

He hums and silence falls again, this time it lasts a while and you finally find the need to go inside to join the others. However, there’s one more thing you need to share.

“Before we go inside I need to tell you something,” you laugh nervously and lean back on your heels while you hold onto the railing. “I’m dating Choso. Itadori’s brother. The guy with the blood manipulation technique that attacked you that day in Shibuya.”

“Oh?” Satoru gasps, and from the corner of your eyes, you can already see how perplexed he looks which makes reading him hard.

“After 19 days?” He asks.

Does he mean that in a rude way, or a curious one?

You can’t tell and it only makes you more nervous.

“A lot has happened since then,” you explain yourself. “I’ve lived so many lives, and he’s been there throughout it all. He’s really been my support system. I don’t know what I would have done without him, so be nice okay?” You plead and look at him with a soft begging gaze so it could be harder for him to go against you.

“What does Satori think?” He makes sure to ask.

You sigh. “She liked him before I told her, after he saved her from Kenjaku’s clutches, but after I told her I think she’s scared he’s going to replace her dad in some way. She just needs time though. I understand that.”

Satoru hums and your heart nervously skips a beat.

“He’s nice and sweet. And he really loves me, and he cares for Satori,” you try to say in Choso’s defense. “And I really love him too.”

Satoru scoffs, but he doesn’t share what he hides behind that displeased scoff. Instead, he just feigns a faint smile and nods to assure you before he interjects. “He’s Yuji’s brother you say?”

You laugh with relief as you believe he’s okay with your news. Even if you weren’t asking permission, you were just letting him know because he’s your brother and you don’t want to hide your relationship.

“Yeah, how about Itadori tells you though,” you say happily and land back on your feet before you let go of the railing and start heading towards the door. “It’s a long story.”

“Okay,” he mutters and hides what’s slowly building up inside.

“Now let’s go inside, you must be starving.” You add and open the door. And as if summoned by your conversation the first person you see right as you walk in is Choso.

And he of course spots you right away and can’t help but offer you a faint smile since he was waiting for you to come in. However, when his eyes find your tear-stained cheeks his smile falls to a frown and he basically runs to your side.

“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He worries about you as he grabs your chin to look at the stains as if they were causing you physical harm.

“I’m okay,” you assure him as you pull his hands off your face, but keep one in the warmth of your hold. “I'm just happy to see my brother, that's all. You’d understand that.”

Choso and you share a soft laugh, and unknowingly that only irritates Satoru. Seeing Choso and you hold hands ticks him off.

When Suguru and you told him you were dating so long ago he was upset, but knowing you’re dating Choso really pisses him off.

A/N- what if I wrote a what-if If chapter? 🤔🤔

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa @notsaelty @d4rno @moonnime @kodzukein @yozora7154 @heijihattorisgf @elegantweirdorchest @natakina

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donistheone · 1 year ago

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The Scale

Summary: Eric, a recent college grad with a healthy appetite, is desperately trying to keep himself underneath the threshold of “obesity”. As he religiously keeps track of his weight and works out, he still craves junk food and his clothes are no longer fitting properly. Something isn’t adding up…

Eric threw himself down onto his old leather couch and turned on the TV, sighing with relief after his long day. He had started the day at his doctor’s office for his annual check-up, which hadn’t gone well. He knew that sitting in his office snacking had caught up with his waistline, and he no longer had the muscular and fit body he’d been so proud of in college.

It had been a year since Eric graduated with his degree in business, and he had recently replaced all of his 32’ pants with 34s. What he hadn’t realized was that over the past year, he had packed quite a lot of weight onto his 6’1” frame. Eric was devastated that morning to hear the doctor tell him he weighed 220 pounds, 30 pounds heavier than he had been only a year ago. The doctor had been direct with Eric, smiling as he told him that he had gained too much weight too quickly, and that with a BMI of 29.0, he was tantalizingly close to a BMI of 30.0, or obesity. The doctor had happily informed Eric that he needed to take action to lose weight or else, at the rapid rate he was growing, he would cross this terrifying threshold very soon.

Sitting on his couch, Eric looked down at his belly, which peeked out in the gaps between the buttons of his strained size L shirt. His stomach growled, and Eric frowned. “Shut up!” he muttered to himself crossly. He needed to lose weight, and he wasn’t allowing himself to be hungry. After his appointment, he had skipped his usual breakfast order of 2 egg McMuffins from McDonalds, and he went into work with a determination to not snack at all. He ordered a salad for lunch, and had worked out for the first time in a year after his shift had finished. On the way home, he bought healthy ingredients and a scale to keep track of his weight. He wasn’t going to allow himself to cross the threshold to obesity, no matter what.

Eric had watched 2 episodes of his favorite show when he decided he had to eat something. After all, he was used to constant snacking, and he had barely eaten all day. He paused his show and walked over to the kitchen and threw together a low calorie salad with cucumber, lettuce, and tomato. “I feel like a fucking rabbit” he thought to himself as he nibbled a piece of lettuce. “Do normal people eat like this??”.

Having not satiated his hunger at all, Eric miserably rose up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. He timidly stepped on his new scale, praying that all of the suffering he had endured throughout the day had at least been worth it. The scale displayed 219 in glowing red letters. “I’ve already lost a pound!” Eric shouted, pleased with himself. Just then, his stomach once again growled in protest. It seemed to have a mind of its own, and Eric could no longer tolerate the hunger pains. He remembered he had leftover pizza from last night, and while it wasn’t the healthiest option, he couldn’t stand the idea of eating more vegetables. He walked over to the fridge and opened the door, but then realized with dismay that he had finished the entire Domino’s XL pizza last night. Ravenous and desperate, Eric opened the DoorDash app on his phone and ordered his usual double cheeseburger meal from Wendy’s.

Half an hour later surrounded by burger wrappers and an empty 64oz soda cup, Eric’s urgent hunger had been satiated, but he had made a terrible mistake. Panicking, Eric got up and looked at himself in the mirror, burger grease dribbling down his chin. His chest was puffy, and his gut was distended, jutting out far in front of him. He quickly stepped on his new scale, and sighed with annoyance when it read 221. Some quick googling informed him that his BMI was still under 30.0. “Maybe I gained a couple of pounds back already, but at least I’m still technically not obese” he told himself.

Eric woke up the next morning and immediately made his way to the bathroom and stepped on his scale. 220. “Ha! Looks like sleeping is a great way to lose weight!” He smirked at himself in the mirror and raised his arm into a muscle pump, ignoring the slight drooping of flab that had been solid muscle less than a year ago. “We’re going to really start losing weight today!” His 34” inch jeans obscenely clinging to his ass, he walked to his car, got in, and turned on the engine.

At work, Eric decided that to avoid a repeat of the manic frenzy of eating that had happened last night, he would allow himself to have a few of his usual snacks to tame his hunger. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a few Twinkies and a family size bag of Doritos, munching slowly while he filled out his reports. He stopped by the gym on the way home, taking no notice of how his belly slightly eased its way out from underneath his tight gym clothes as he lifted weights.

After his exhausting workout, Eric flopped onto his couch and picked at a salad. Putting the mostly uneaten meal aside, he weighed himself in the bathroom. 222. “How is this possible!” He yelped. He had been trying so hard to lose weight and avoid obesity, but it was so challenging! He didn’t even understand how he had gained weight over the course of the day, since he had only had a few snacks, and he had even done a thorough weight lifting routine! Defeated, he got onto his computer and calculated that he would be considered obese at a weight of 228 pounds. Six measly pounds lay between him and obesity. He sat in front of his computer for a moment, miserable and deep in thought. He gently rubbed his grumbling belly, his hairy paunch briefly visible. He then abruptly ordered an XL Domino’s pizza on his phone. He couldn’t stand being hungry, and a little treat wouldn’t affect his weight too much. As long as he weighed less than 228 pounds, he told himself, then he couldn’t be officially obese.

After the pizza, Eric had demolished a half gallon of cookie dough ice cream in a particularly gluttonous moment, and then followed it with a dozen donuts. He had gone to sleep happy and absolutely stuffed to the brim. That morning, he had woken up, taken in the evidence of the previous night scattered across the floor, and cursed himself for allowing such a feeding frenzy to happen yet again. He had then reluctantly weighed himself, expecting the worst.

222 was the number that flashed up on the scale. “Holy hell!” he thought merrily. “I was sure that I would have gained at least a couple of pounds after what happened last night!” The scale revealed that he hadn’t gained a single pound. It was a miracle! Joyous, he went into his closet and picked out a large pink polo shirt and his new favorite 34” brown chino pants. He was so thrilled to not have gained any weight that he didn’t notice how his thick thighs rubbed together viciously, straining against the seams of his pants. He didn’t notice how his belly peeked out of his polo shirt ever so slightly, or the new small layer of fat beginning to form underneath his chin.

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Eric walked into work two weeks later feeling ecstatic. The scale still read 222 pounds, even though he had completely abandoned his new diet of salad two weeks ago. Clearly, his workouts lifting weights at the gym were enough to balance out the calories of his extravagant evening meals. He binged on his favorite foods every night, but the scale continued to not change. He did have to buy a few new XL shirts and some 36” chinos, but when you build so much muscle, of course you might need to go up a size or two! He had found a way to conquer the looming threshold of obesity. He slowly lowered himself into his seat, not noticing the way his ass filled up his chair more than it used to. “Why would anyone want to eat salad when they could avoid obesity by eating anything they want?” he thought to himself smugly as he scarfed down another family size bag of Doritos. He leaned over to his phone and ordered a burger from Wendy’s for lunch. He was hungry, and he didn’t want to starve, after all!

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About a year later, Eric lumbered into the doctor’s office for his annual check-up. His 44” jeans slipped down his wide legs and he quickly yanked them back up, the action making his entire body jiggle. His belly flopped out of the bottom of his new 3XL shirt. He had continued to eat whatever he wanted and lifted weights every day. Sure, he was lifting less than he had a few months ago and he wasn’t doing as many reps as he used to, but at least he still hadn’t become obese! After a few months of his new weight maintenance routine, his scale still reported a weight of 222 pounds, and he eventually stopped weighing himself since the weight never changed.

The doctor looked up, and gaped in shock. “Eric?!” he cried. “Is that you?”. Eric looked at the doctor and frowned. “Yes, of course it’s me!” he replied. The doctor stared at Eric for a moment, looked at his medical report, blinked, and then shook his head. “Get on the scale,” he ordered. Eric proudly stepped on the scale, his hairy belly grazing the wall, and smiled at the doctor. “I’ve been on a diet and working out over the last year. I haven’t lost any weight, exactly, but I think you’ll be pleased nevertheless!”. The doctor laughed and grabbed Eric’s protruding belly. “Pleased? Remember last time you were here, I informed you that you were nearing obesity and you needed to get in shape? Well, it seems like you certainly have been busy since our last meeting.” The doctor smirked and pointed at the reading on the scale.

340

“A BMI of 44.9!” the doctor bellowed. Eric turned towards the doctor, belly and tits wobbling, and mouth agape in surprise. “But….but…. “ The doctor smacked Eric’s ass. “Yes, that’s a big butt alright!” he cackled. Eric’s cheeks burned red as he realized he had gained a whopping 120 pounds over the last year. All of those binges had made him gain so much weight! And he had foolishly thought that he hadn’t gained any weight at all…

“But the scale said I still weighed 222 pounds!” he blurted out. The doctor looked at him and sighed. “Did you remember to change the batteries, fatty?”

The End

#weight gain #gainer fiction #male weight gain #fat belly #gay gainer #male wg #wg story #weight gain fiction #donistheone

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lowcaloriekate · 9 hours ago

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High Protein Low Carb Low Fat Meal/Snack Options

(w/ estimated kcal)

Breakfasts

1. Scrambled egg whites (6 large) with spinach, tomatoes, and mushrooms: 179 kcal, 28g protein, 5g carbs, 0g fat

2. Protein shake (1 scoop whey isolate with unsweetened almond milk): 120 kcal, 25g protein, 2g carbs, 1g fat

3. Egg white omelet (6 whites) with lean turkey, onions, and peppers: 187 kcal, 34g protein, 7g carbs, 1g fat

4. Scrambled egg whites (6 large) with spinach and mushrooms: 119 kcal, 22g protein, 4g carbs, 0g fat

5. Low-fat Greek yogurt (1 cup, plain, unsweetened) with 1/4 cup blueberries: 121 kcal, 20g protein, 11g carbs, 0g fat

6. Protein pancakes (1 scoop whey isolate + 1/4 cup egg whites + cinnamon): 120 kcal, 25g protein, 3g carbs, 1g fat

7. Scrambled egg whites (6 large) with 2 oz lean ham: 142 kcal, 27g protein, 1g carbs, 2g fat

Lunches

1. Grilled tilapia (6 oz) with cauliflower rice (1 cup): 204 kcal, 38g protein, 5g carbs, 2g fat

2. Grilled shrimp (6 oz) with zucchini noodles (1 cup): 180 kcal, 32g protein, 4g carbs, 1g fat

3. Seared salmon (6 oz) with mixed greens (2 cups with balsamic vinegar): 310 kcal, 42g protein, 6g carbs, 12g fat

4. Grilled cod (6 oz) with roasted green beans (1 cup): 169 kcal, 32g protein, 7g carbs, 1g fat

5. Grilled mahi-mahi (6 oz) with roasted asparagus (1 cup): 195 kcal, 39g protein, 5g carbs, 2g fat

6. Grilled turkey patty (6 oz) with steamed green beans (1 cup): 211 kcal, 36g protein, 7g carbs, 8g fat

7. Grilled shrimp (6 oz) with steamed broccoli (1 cup): 215 kcal, 35g protein, 11g carbs, 1g fat

Dinners

1. Turkey burger (6 oz, no bun) with steamed broccoli (1 cup): 235 kcal, 39g protein, 11g carbs, 8g fat

2. Grilled chicken breast (6 oz) with steamed asparagus (1 cup): 307 kcal, 56g protein, 5g carbs, 6g fat

3. Grilled tofu (6 oz) with steamed Brussels sprouts (1 cup): 196 kcal, 19g protein, 11g carbs, 7g fat

4. Grilled chicken breast (6 oz) with steamed zucchini (1 cup): 300 kcal, 55g protein, 4g carbs, 6g fat

5. Grilled chicken tenderloins (6 oz) with steamed cauliflower rice (1 cup): 245 kcal, 42g protein, 5g carbs, 5g fat

6. Grilled halibut (6 oz) with steamed spinach (1 cup): 221 kcal, 41g protein, 7g carbs, 2g fat

7. Grilled chicken breast (6 oz) with zucchini noodles (1 cup): 300 kcal, 55g protein, 4g carbs, 6g fat

Snacks

1. Grilled chicken breast (4 oz) with cucumber slices (1/2 cup): 195 kcal, 35g protein, 2g carbs, 3g fat

2. Turkey breast slices (3 oz) with bell pepper slices (1 medium): 114 kcal, 21g protein, 7g carbs, 1g fat

3. Beef jerky (3 oz, low-sodium): 240 kcal, 36g protein, 4g carbs, 1g fat

4. Cottage cheese (1 cup, low-fat): 163 kcal, 28g protein, 6g carbs, 2g fat

5. Boiled egg whites (4 large): 68 kcal, 14g protein, 1g carbs, 0g fat

6. Low-fat Greek yogurt (1 cup): 100 kcal, 20g protein, 6g carbs, 0g fat

7. Tuna (1 small can, in water) with celery sticks (1 cup): 104 kcal, 21g protein, 3g carbs, 1g fat

8. Cottage cheese (1/2 cup, low-fat): 82 kcal, 14g protein, 3g carbs, 1g fat

9. Hard-boiled eggs (2 large): 136 kcal, 12g protein, 1g carbs, 10g fat

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dbacklot99 · 19 hours ago

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Writers Guild Presents - Sliding the Teabag

Sliding the Teabag

with @sixbynine-da, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, WiblyWobly and @lemon-tart-221!

Rated E

CW/TW: crimes against tea

Summary: English transplant Aziraphale is adjusting well to his new life in Australia — thanks in no small part to his gorgeous, tea-loving, surf instructor boyfriend Crowley. With Christmas just around the corner, Aziraphale realises celebrating the holidays Down Under means giving up some of his favourite traditions, including snow. Meanwhile, Crowley is searching for the perfect gift for Aziraphale. A catchy advert for an indoor ski resort soon has their snowboards sliding, tea bags steaming, and jingle bells ringing!

Who’s up for a holiday cup of tea??

Except: Crowley wiggled an eyebrow and enjoyed the blush that rose up on Aziraphale’s cheeks. But then another thought struck him. “Only… you do realise it’s not winter here, right? Or rather it’s Aussie winter, which means it’s hot. Proper hot. I literally do not know how you are in here with that fire going.” On second thought maybe Aziraphale wasn’t blushing, he was sitting right next to an open flame.

Aziraphale frowned and looked at the fire sadly. “You mean… no jumpers?”

Crowley shook his head and watched Aziraphale’s face fall a little.

“No cosy fires?”

Crowley looked over at the flickering flames and shook his head again. “I’m surprised that thing even lights up.”

Aziraphale stared pensively into it for a few seconds, then sighed and turned back to Crowley. “So… no snow?!?!”

Read more here!

@goodomensafterdark

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #holiday fic

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niki-phoria · 2 years ago

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I love the way you write my last request, so I have another one for you.

Can you do enha’s reaction of m!older!reader randomly giving them a princess carry (similiar to bridal style carry)? How do you think they would react?

Again, love your writing! 😁

- 🕊️

⋆｡°✩ enha reaction - carrying them bridal style

includes: established relationship, use of hyung, reader is strong enough to carry them lol

a/n: couldn't actually find any examples of princess carry so i just went with bridal style. i hope that's okay. thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :)) been obsessed with hoonki lately i need more reqs for them slkndsls

feedback is always appreciated <33

older male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

(word count 229)

you hands remain tightly gripping your steering wheel as you continue to drive through the desolate seoul streets. the only form of light comes from your car’s headlights and the occasional streetlight you pass by as you slowly make your way back to your apartment.

you stop in front of a red light, glancing over at heeseung. his head lays propped against the window; soft snores occasionally escaping him. you smile to yourself at the sight of him finally getting some rest after weeks of relentless work.

you slow the car as you pull into your apartment complex’s parking lot before turning it off. heeseung stirs slightly as you quietly close your door before walking over to his side of the car. he sleepily blinks up at you as you lean over to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“hyung?”

“it’s okay,” you whisper. you place one hand against his back; the other snaking underneath his knees as you lift him up to carry him bridal style. “we’re home.”

heeseung leans his head against your shoulder, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. you use your body to close his door before locking the car. he shifts to look up at you with a soft smile as you carefully begin to carry him up the stairs of your apartment. “i love you hyung,” he murmurs.

“i love you too, hee.”

⋆｡°✩ jay

(word count 234)

“jay!” the boy perks up at the sound of your voice immediately despite the chaos surrounding you. his jaw drops open slightly in surprise and his eyes widen. a soft chuckle escapes you as he immediately begins running towards you, all but tackling you into a tight hug.

“hyung.” the word is little more than a whisper of disbelief. his grip around you is tight as your arms wrap around his waist.

jay pulls back just enough to see your face clearly. he reaches up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb gently against the skin before he pulls you into a sweet kiss. your lips fit together perfectly as you fall into a familiar dance.

you only pull away when your lungs begin to burn, aching for air. your lips quirk into a soft smile, admiring your boyfriend after weeks apart. despite being covered in sweat and his slight panting, he still looks perfect as always.

“i missed you so much,” he whispers.

“i missed you too, jay.” you bring a hand up to wipe away a few stray tears that escape his eyes before you lean over to call to jungwon. “mind if i steal him for a while?”

“be my guest,” he yells back.

“hey-” jay’s protests are cut off as you lean down to pull him up into your arms. a laugh escapes him as he leans against your chest.

⋆｡°✩ jake

(word count 221)

jake lets another annoyed sigh escape his lips as he watches you from his position on the dorm’s couch. an ice pack is still firmly pressed against his ankle; a brace supporting his foot. you barely glance up at him from your spot behind the counter. an old drama plays on the dorm’s tv.

“hyung,” jake finally whines.

you set the knife and cutting board aside, quickly rinsing your hands off before walking over to sit beside him on the couch. you reach over to place a gentle hand on his thigh. “what is it?”

jake dramatically lifts his foot up into the air before lowering it back down onto the cushions. “is this really necessary?”

“i’m sorry,” you murmur with a sympathetic smile. “but it’s only for a few days.”

“a few days of being imobile!” your gaze falls to his crutches lay forgotten on the floor in front of the couch.

“well,” you sigh. “since i’m here, why don’t i help you out?”

jake’s eyebrows furrow in confusion before you kneel down, lifting him up. his arms instinctively wrap around your neck as you carry him into the kitchen so he’s sitting at the dining table instead. “here,” you smile. “lunch will be ready in a few minutes, okay?”

“okay,” jake smiles; a deep blush spreads across his cheeks.

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

(word count 229)

“hyung,” sunghoon calls as he sits down beside you with a sly smile. his hair is still damp from his shower; the water nearly drips down his face before he reaches up to push his fringe back. you raise a questioning eyebrow as he sets his elbow against the table, holding his hand out for you to take. “wrestle with me.”

you chuckle, turning in your spinning chair to face him. sunghoon impatiently flexes his hand. “why?”

“what?” he teases, moving even closer to you. “are you too scared? i always knew i was stronger than you.”

you shake your head as you playfully roll your eyes, reaching out to take his hand into yours. you squeeze his hand in yours. “may the best man win,“ sunghoon smiles.

“whatever,” you laugh.

both of your arms tremble from the force of the both of you trying to push the other’s arm down. sunghoon’s lips quirk upwards into a proud smile as he slowly begins to lower your arm until he eventually wins with a final push to press your hand down against the table.

“yes!” he cheers, letting go to playfully tease you. “admit it,” he teases. “i’m stronger than you.”

“oh, really?” you stand up, wrapping your arms around his waist as you lift him up into your arms. sunghoon gasps softly before his laughter begins mixing with yours.

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

(word count 225)

sunlight seeps into your bedroom through your window, casting a soft golden glow across the room. sunoo lays curled up in your bed in the same position that you left him in when you woke up and silently left to make breakfast. your blankets lay draped over the lower half of his body as he holds a pillow clutched against his chest.

you smile to yourself as you kneel down beside sunoo. soft snores occasionally escape his lips. his breaths are even and deep. his disheveled bangs perfectly frame his features.

you reach over to brush a stray strand of hair back into place, making sunoo stir slightly. your hand trails lower; your fingertips tracing down his face and along his jawline. you cup his cheek before carefully leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead.

sunoo lazily blinks awake, squinting at you through tired eyes. “hyung?”

“morning, jagi,” you smile. he lets out a soft hum. “come on,” you murmur. “i made breakfast.”

sunoo doesn’t move, instead gesturing for you to pick him up. you playfully roll your eyes but lean down nonetheless. he smiles brightly as you use one hand to support his back; the other holding his legs.

sunoo’s arms wrap around your neck as he leans in to press a quick kiss against the exposed skin. “thank you,” he whispers.

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

(word count 220)

you’re shaken awake suddenly by jungwon’s incessant coughing; his body hunched over beside you. the tiredness leaves you immediately as you sit up beside him, patting his back in an attempt to calm him down.

“did i wake you?” jungwon asks when the fit passes. he leans over to rest his body against yours, blinking up at you through tired eyes. “‘m sorry.”

“it’s alright.” you run a hand through his hair, pushing his fringe away from his eyes. “how are you feeling?”

a soft whine escapes your boyfriend’s lips as he nuzzles his body deeper into your chest. you furrow your eyebrows, brushing your hand against his forehead. his skin feels warm beneath your touch and his cheeks are flushed.

“wonie,” you whisper. “i’m gonna go make you some samgyetang, okay? i think you caught a cold.”

you receive another whine in response. jungwon reaches out to grab your hand, gently wrapping around your wrist as he pulls you back down towards the bed. “hyung,” he rasps. “don’t go.”

“okay,” you nod. you push the blankets away enough to stand up before reaching over to lift jungwon up into a bridal hold. his eyes widen in surprise for a few seconds before he lazily reaches up to wrap his arms around your neck, leaning his head against your shoulder.

⋆｡°✩ niki

(word count 236)

niki sleepily blinks in an attempt to keep himself awake beside you. his eyes remain fixated on the movie playing on the dorm’s tv as he leans against your side, hoping the explosions and overbearing soundtrack will be enough to prevent his oncoming sleep.

niki finally relents after a few more minutes, shifting even closer to you. he can feel you startle slightly when his head falls against your shoulder. he lets out a content sigh as he leans closer into your warmth; the movie now long forgotten.

you brush your fingers through his hair, only lulling him even further into his sleep. his eyes flutter closed as you smile at the sight of your boyfriend cuddling against you. niki’s arm lays leisurely draped over your waist as he curls into your side. his breathing slowly begins to even out as he slowly falls into a deep sleep.

you reach over to grab the remote as subtly as you can without moving him too much, pausing the movie before turning it off. niki stirs slightly as you move just enough to place one hand against his back and the other underneath his legs to support his body.

“hyung?” niki rasps as he wakes up.

“it’s okay,” you whisper, lifting him from the couch. “we’re going to bed.”

he hums as he leans his head against your shoulder. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you smile.

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 255. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: AAAAAAA uwu (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Leaving the dinner was a great idea, knowing her husband’s…motives was even better. She chewed on her lower lip, hands on her lap and eyes locked on the outside, “Where are we going?” she asks finally, “Doesn’t seem we are going home.”

“Smart.” he smirks,licking his lips while he pays attention to the signs, “Somewhere nice, somewhere we can be alone, somewhere for us.” he winks, dropping his gaze down her body, “You look great, by the way.”

The city's lights cast a warm glow over the car's interior, accentuating Rooster's features and making his gaze even more captivating. Beatrice couldn't help but blush at his compliment, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her lap. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft. "You look pretty handsome yourself."

Rooster chuckled, his eyes never leaving the road as he navigated the streets. "I try," he quipped, casting a sidelong glance at her. "But you always manage to outshine me,gorgeous."

Beatrice grinned, her heart fluttering at his words. "Flatterer," she teased, reaching over to lightly squeeze his thigh.

Rooster smiled, his hand gently covering hers on his thigh. "Just stating the truth,gorgeous," he said, “And you know I never lie.”

After a short drive, Rooster pulled into a quiet, dimly lit street. Beatrice couldn't help but wonder where they were even if the surroundings appeared…familiar.

Rooster parked the car and turned off the engine, his gaze lingering on Beatrice. "We're here," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ready for a little adventure?"

Beatrice's curiosity got the best of her as she glanced out of the car window.It took her a few seconds to notice where they were, “...you are awful.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, but I love you no matter what.” she whispers, playfully slapping his shoulder, “I can’t believe we are that close from the base.” if she squinted she swears she could see some of it, but they were distant enough for them to be hidden. The rocks and trees somehow helped since they were parked that close to the beach.

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's reaction, his heart warmed by her playful affection. "I love you too,gorgeous," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "And I promise this little adventure will be worth it."

“Uh-huh.”

Rooster only smirks, leaning back on his seat then patting his legs, “C’mere.” he pushes the seat far enough to give them enough space so Beatrice wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. He rubs his hands up and down his thighs as if showing her how soft this seat was. Beatrice blinked, but laughed nonetheless, removing her seatbelt and then kicking off her heels.

“You sure this is okay?”

“Mhm.” he coos, fingers shaking with excitement,ready to cup her hips - and her ass- as soon as she sat on his lap. The bottom of her dress rises up enough to show more of her plush thighs and her husband’s throat vibrates in a happy groan, “Sit,sit sit sit.” he sounds too desperate and Beatrice hates how much she likes it.

She giggles, cupping the back of his neck while adjusting herself on his thighs, slowly,slowly sitting down on top of his crotch. Bradley’s eyes fluttered, a hissed quiet ‘yesss’ leaves his lips as his hands immediately cup each of her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh gently, “You okay?” she asks, but his face is now between her breasts, happy to be nestled between each globe, easing out a sigh through his nose.

His grip on her body just makes her squeak because he pushes her up his crotch, the friction elating a sudden jolt all over her body. It’s incredible because they’ve been together for over five years now and she still feels like it’s the first time. There’s a wetness touching her chest and when she looks down she sees his lips pressing gentle kisses to her skin, at least the skin he could see.

He inhales her scent, lavender, always lavender, and he hums happily as if he’s a cat purring into his new bed, “You are so…fuckin’ sexy.” he growls and she feels the gentle scraping of his teeth on her left breast before he kisses the spot. Her blush drops down her chest and he smiles because he could feel the warmth touching his cheeks and chin, “Seein’ you being all badass and smart and,” he moves her forward again, earning another sigh from her, “And so good was great for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,I love when you get like that gorgeous.” he coos, kissing his way up her neck, making sure his lips nestled underneath her jaw. One of his hands left her ass to move forward to her thigh, towards the crease on her pelvis, “Cause it always, always make me want to fuck you until so hard.”

Beatrice licks her lips, feeling his fingers going ‘tap tap tap’ on her skin, the subtle brush of his index digit touching the lace of her underwear made her body shiver, “R-Roos,I…” she whines quietly when his knuckle brushes up against her lower lips, pushing ever so slightly, just enough to make her squirm, “I-Is it safe? I mean,you know I-I don’t mind but I also don’t want anyone - especially not your colleagues or superiors seeing us.”

“Baby,” he begins, still moving his hand, “It’s late, it’s really late. No one is there right now besides security and a few 24 hour officers…so we,” he hooks his thumb on the crotch of her underwear, pulling it up just enough to give him an opening, nothing covering her lower body to him anymore, “Have all the time in the world.”

She whimpers,hugging his head and lifting her hips enough to give him room, clenching her eyes when he slips two fingers in, “F-Fuck.” she gasps, “Fuck…fuck…o-okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” she whimpers, “A-as long,” he pushes his fingers further, using his thumb to rub circles around her clit. Beatrice squeaks again, dropping her head back and exposing her neck to his mouth and he wastes no time in biting the pale column of flesh. The hickey blooms like a flower on her skin.

And it was beautiful.

Rooster’s eyelids are low,as if he was in some sort of high…which honestly, considering how Beatrice made him feel, wasn’t too far. He keeps his hand moving, focusing on how her hips follow, the dress was now up to her hips, the large amount of fabric was a bit too much but also found that vision extremely erotic.

He pushes his palm’s heel against her clit and holds it there. Beatrice whines quietly, some of her hair is already sticking to her forehead and neck because of sweat, perspiration glistening under the few lights around them and making her look like she was made out of stars herself.

Bea whimpers, one of her hands shakily leaves his nape to hold onto his wrist, hoping she could keep him moving but he’s firm. He’s solid and he wasn’t going anywhere. “Brad.” she whispers his name, almost chastising him “Bradley if you don’t move-”

“We are doing full names now?”

“Bradley Nicholas.”

He smirks more, gently biting the strap that kept the upper part of her dress glued to her chest, watching the fabric roll down the curve and stop right above her nipple. He was getting hotter than he thought so he, since his hand was busy, muttered against her skin, “Can you pull out my suit,gorgeous?”

In her delirious state all Beatrice could say was ‘s-sure.’ and then shakily tug on his suit all the while trying to make him move. But he was stubborn…and he knew it, because he was smirking back up at her, “Y-You are evil.” she stutters, unbuttoning his shirt even more - he didn’t ask her to, but she couldn’t help herself- “You are so evil.”

“Oh,gorgeous,I’m the worst.” he growls, slipping his tongue past the fabric clinging for dear life on her chest so he could mouth her breast without issue. Beatrice moans louder, briefly pausing her antics to cover her mouth with a hand and clench his shirt. Her eyelids fluttered and tears started to form.

And they barely started.

“Mhm.” he hums, gesturing with his eyes that she had to continue. Her hands shook as she curled them into fists, giving him the nastiest glare he had ever seen…but he couldn’t help but love the way she just got so very annoyed at his antics

Beatrice’s chin trembled as she tried to hold back her moans, failing miserably more than once but Rooster just watched. Once she unbuttoned his shirt enough to show more of his defined stomach he finally moved his hand.

And watching her undulate on top of him, back arched just enough to make her breasts pop even more was like a dream come true. It always was. He kept his mouth on her chest, moving from one breast to the other, making sure he wasn’t being selfish with just one and that both deserved the right amount of love while his hand sped up inside of her.

Beatrice just moves her hips to meet his hand, “R-Roos, your pants.” she tries, but she’s pretty sure he’s aware of the stain that’s already forming there. It’s small, nothing but a few drops but he’s aware.

He pops her breast out of his mouth and then leans back even further, the hand that remained on her ass only left to unbuckle and unzip his pants in a hurry. “Fuckin’ hell.” he groans while toeing his shoes off, it landed somewhere by the passenger seat bu he didn’t care.

The black briefs strained with his erection and the stain on it was bigger - and it wasn’t even from her. It was really,really sexy to see him like that, partially clothed with his shirt open and exposing the expanse of the golden,sun kissed skin with only his black briefs on.

Beatrice couldn’t comment too much on it because he regained the speed, the gentle squelching sound was already signaling she wouldn’t last too long. Her lower body felt like it was on fire and her eyes almost rolled back when he angled his fingers just right and hit her g-spot.

She saw more stars than the ones outside. Her moan was mainly out of breath because she tried to hold the sound in as much as she could…and she did succeed but it was still loud enough to make Rooster beam with pride. He waits until her hips stop moving, the aftershocks hitting her and making her walls pulsate around his middle and ring finger.

Beatrice holds onto his thighs, then leans back so her shoulder blades touch the steering wheel. The Bronco’s windows were fogged and the car was hot but she didn’t care, ‘Wow.” she whispers between pants, hearing him clean his finger noisily, the obvious suckling and licking was already having it’s effect on her since her still pulsating channel constricted as soon as she heard that, “...fuck…”

“Yep.” he smirks, sliding his hands back up under her dress, neither of them dared to pull it off, they could lie and say it was for safety but both had to admit it was very, very sexy to see them partially clothed, “You look gorgeous.”

She laughs breathlessly,eyes closed as she uses the wheel for support, making sure she didn’t land on the horn as she calms down, “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.” she whispers, “...is this a kink…of yours?”

“Hm?”

“The base?’ she peeks one eye open, smiling sweetly at him, “Because you did mention that we’d do this one day.”

“Hmmm…” he says while running his hands up and down her bare lower body, biting his lower lip when he follows the elastic of her underwear with his thumbs, “Next time will be inside.”

Her scandalized gasp was music to his ear, “Lieutenant Bradshaw…but that’s against the rules.” oh, ohhh she was playing with fire. He met her eyes immediately, the feral part of his smirk only made this whole conversation better. She could only gasp and let him take hold of her hips, moving her forward until the head of his cock was touching her still flushed outer lips, the only thing separating them was the -soaked - black briefs.

His chest expands and constricts as he breathes, moving his hands up and down her waist, following the hourglass shape like it was divine, “Yeah,” his pupils enlarged so much the the whiskey brown of his eyes disappeared, “It is,” he finishes, pushing his dick upwards and then front to back, the movement pulling the underwear down to his navel, exposing the pubic bone and the happy trail that led to it.

“Roos…” she whispers, following his movements, her body finally calmed down from the first orgasm, “Fuck…” the movement was enough to pull the briefs all the way off of him, he immediately sprung into action - the sudden movement slapping upwards against her and making her moan brokenly at the sharp contact - “S-Shit.”

“Hmhm, yeah, I know.” he keeps his eyes on her, hooking his thumbs on the thin elastic of her panties, then dropping his gaze so he could focus on where he was going. She lifted herself enough to make his member pop up, he grabbed the base and aligned himself against her entrance.

Once he found what he was looking for, his eyes moved up to her green ones and he watched as her mouth dropped when he pushed himself in, slowly, making sure to savor every expression on her face. Who knew the night would end up like this?

Well,he hoped it would. He always had something up his sleeve for her after all.

He makes sure she’s comfortable, they are in a cramped up area so he has to make sure she’s not hurt, when he questions her about it she just whimpers while nodding, she was okay she just wanted him to keep moving. And who was he to deny her?

Her hair fell over her shoulders,down his head,creating a thick brown curtain that shone an almost blue shade because of the moonlight and Beatrice carefully moved her hips in circles at first. He grunted back, letting her keep the rhythm and he adored it, he loved when she took over like this. “You look so good on top of me.” he whispers, eyelids partially open and his eyes moving from her face to her chest, following the sway of her hips and how her breasts moved, “I fuckin’ love it.”

Her only reply was a gentle,gasped laugh followed by a quiet moan. Rooster’s hand went up her waist, past her breast until he finally reached her lips. Her lips parted and he slipped his thumb inside, it was enough for her walls to tighten around him briefly and a shaky moan make it’s way out of her mouth. “Fffuck…” he growls, this time moving his hips up as well, “Fuck, you feel so good, next time I’ll have you suck me off.”

Another clench.

“Right in the car,you’d like that,wouldn’t you?” she didn’t nod nor shake her head, btu she did look back at him, “Hmmm, it’d be so good, you have such a good fuckin’ mouth, could kiss it the whole day.”

She moans again, arching her back a bit more and in doing that his thumb slips out, dragging it’s way down her chin,her neck, stopping by her sternum and creating a wet line that shone because of the moonlight, “Maybe…” she gasps, “We could that…inside…the base.”

His eyes widened and the sudden image was too much.

He had to know more.

“You’d suck me in there,gorgeous?”

“M-Maybe under your desk.” his grip tightened around her hips, “While you are busy…” she didn’t finish the sentence, probably because she was a bit embarrassed and probably because it was too good to talk and her brain can only focus on one feeling.

But God he was over the moon. Rooster adjusted himself on the seat, then brought her close, they were chest to chest now and he just kept his eyes on her. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at her, “Fuck you’d do that?” his hips move a bit faster, “You’d suck me off under the desk?”

“I-If…” a sharp gasp “I-If you’d like me to…”

“I want your mouth on me all the time.” he replies, fingers digging on the plush of her hips, “Fuck baby I want you all the time, you have any idea how fuckin’--” he groans, dropping his head to her chest,”Baby,baby you have no idea what you do to me. You still don’t know,” a deep thrust, “How, “another one, “Much I,” yet another, “Want to fuck you.”

He leans forward a bit more and her hair touches the steering wheel and her arms wrap around his neck. Their foreheads touch and Rooster does not care, he can wash his car later, it doesn’t matter right now.

He makes sure to keep her eyes on his, “All the time.” he whispers, “All the time,I almost pulled you into the bathroom at Oda.” another clench and he smiles in victory, “Lifted your dress and fucked you nice in there but you had to be quiet– oh you like that idea so much gorgeous.” his lips drag to her ear, “I love knowing more about you. I love learning all the little kinks you have.”

And she snapped.

Her body went taut like a board and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm hit like a train. The hands on his neck slid up to his hair and she tugged the golden brown strands. Rooster gasped as his own orgasm punched out of him and his groan reverberated around the car, almost shaking the whole thing.

He clenches her bottom, she holds onto his hair and the two shake with violent aftershocks. Each jump of her hips earned a quiet moan from her and a happy groan from him. Once it stops, once both of them are done, their bodies melt and Rooster drops his head on her chest.

“Fuck…” he whispers, closing his eyes as she runs her fingers through the strands, “Fuck baby that was good.”

“It was.” she says just as quietly, “It was…it was great Roos.” she kissed the top of his head, cupping his cheek to tilt his eyes towards hers and that soft gaze made his heart melt, “I’m glad we could finish the night like this.”

“Me too baby.” he smiles,kissing her palm, “Me too…you alright?”

“Mhm,tired.” she replies,letting go of his face to stretch a bit, closing her eyes once her muscles ease out, “Hmmmm, that was so nice–” she didn’t notice how far she was stretching until her back hit the horn.

A loud yet gravelly sound echoed, making the two of them jump and hold onto each other, eyes wide and scared, trying to find the source of the sound…only for him to remember that was what his Bronco sounded. “...baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should…leave right now.”

“Oh…oh I agree.”

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