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#jonathan byers#joyce byers#byers family#THEM#return them to me#i've decided i'm posting weekly sets of them until the duffers set them free#because they deserve it#making season 1 sets always reminds me of how GOOD season 1 was#like I know it#but then I start to gif it and i'm overcome by just how good it was#this show used to MEAN something#uhg#and they were a very important reason why the show had any substance at all#so let them interact ffs#screaming into the void but idc#but like... could you imagine... if they get a photo together...#i'll pass out on the spot
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"Untitled" (Liaison Amoureuse)
Lancelot/Merlin ● General Audiences ● WC: 100 ● No Warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2024, for the prompt 'I'll Be There'.
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With none of this should they be so bold, only Merlin is treacherous in love. In broad midday, Lancelot hides them—badly—and kisses Merlin until he’s giddied with being known. He whispers,
“My chambers, tonight.”
The others don’t see; Lancelot slips the clasps of proper-reputation frequent as Merlin, defter than Gwaine. Forget secret courtship—for this alcove, Merlin would do magic worth a thousand pyres.
Lips on throat, thumb tracing cheek. Everything is tingling sweet like drinking fresh spring melt.
“I’ll be there,” Merlin snickers, and tips his head forward, muffling his joy and face-aching grin into Lancelot’s gambeson.
#Whoa look at me finally writing about something other than grief lmao! I'm gonna be so real‚ this was HARD 😭#The thing about Lancelot is that everyone thinks he's so proper and upstanding but LIKE#this is the guy who was down to do identity fraud like RIGHT AWAY#And then he was a cage fighter???#And he's also the one encouraging Merlin to do magic in the middle of a busy hallway LIKE.#Anyway I felt like I'd written enough angsty Mercelot so I should write about them actually getting to be in love#because they deserve it#Also I felt I needed to write something about Merlin loving Lancelot#because Lancelot is SO devoted to Merlin#but don't get me wrong: Merlin is also SMITTEN#merlin bbc#bbc merlin#merlin fanfic#merlin fanfiction#merlin fic#ynnealay#thefollow-spot#ynnealay's fic#merlin micro fic#merlin micro fic 2024#drabble#merlance#mercelot#lancelot#merlin/lancelot
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Staring problem
#the foxhole court#neil josten#andreil#andrew minyard#all for the game#tfc#tfc fanart#my art#aftg#just the boys being soft#because they deserve it#but also I have no self control#intimacy is more than sex- sometimes you just gotta be with your person#Neil heart eyes josten#Andrew this is nothing Minyard
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save me ashbert. ashbert. ashbert save me.
#reanimator#re-animator#re animator#reanimator herbert west#herbert west#the evil dead#evil dead#the evil dead 2#ashley joanna williams#ash williams#ashbert#yeah there are some trans headcanons here#about BOTH of them#because they deserve it#BECAUSE I DESERVE IT#i just can't get them out of my head
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the fool and his dear poet
#lotm#lord of the mysteries#lotm fanart#leonard mitchell#klein moretti#sharing my favorite art of them i made#because they deserve it#i also know that leonard doesnt look like that#this was made with no reference im sorry
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Fan service
Just going through my 5GBs/800 images and vids in (just) my Jikook folder and noticed a lot... A LOT of fan service type images and stuff. Staggering. The amount of thoughtfulness and preparation Jungkook and Jimin have done for us through the years, sacrificing themselves all in the name of fan service...
Like this obviously staged and scripted reaction from Jungkook, sitting there waiting for Jimin to show up in comments:
Actually, go look at almost any of JK's lives and see him performing flawlessly. The timing is impeccable, how he spots Jimin's comments is 🔥 level reflexes.
This ultimate fan service live when Jungkook set up an hour and a half of fan servicing about Jimin:
Of course the fan service has been going on for YEARS...
This fleeting moment that someone snapped for fan service:
Was it Tae or Hobi that snapped the pic? We'll never know, they didn't bother to take a pic of themselves during this gorgeous sunset with either of these guys because... it was only for fan service.
And this random Instragram person who was in on the fan service agenda, and JK with the eagle eyes finding it amongst the 100s of 1000s of questions/comments:
I wonder if maybe he telepathed some questions out to the universe so these people from all over the place would know what to ask/say, like secret code shit?
And H.E.R. doing her part in fan service, its great to have willing participants for your fan service agenda:
I bet she's done this before too.
And of course this ultimate, elaborate and expensive fan service weekend getaway... anything for the fans:
The best part about it is, Jungkook didn't tell Jimin he was filming all this for fan service. Made him stay in a hotel room with no privacy in the bathroom in a hotel that caters to couples... the lengths... the sacrifices... bless them.
And here they are again, the never ending fan service, so tiring:
I bet they staged the entire Jack in the Box listening party just for jikook fan service. I wouldn't be surprised. Rented out the top floor of the HYBE building, catered it, all for fan service.
The general public is in on the fan service too. A random person taking sneaky fan service pics, great timing and teamwork:
And this random person too in on the sneaky fan service agenda, everyone playing their part in the charade:
This was one of many photos from this particular dinner (fake) date with non-celeb friends.
The general public really are the stars of fan service:
Another (fake) restaurant date but this time with other celeb friends.
But the eyes on the back of JK's head seeing his cue for FS? 💀:
How can he see through his hair though? That's my question. Sheer talent! 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥
And JK's eyes on his face automatically performing fan service, must be muscle memory or something:
And his hands too, more muscle memory from all that fan service practice:
I can visualize it now... "Jimin, hold still, I need to practice feeling you up, stop squirming, I'm gonna have to use those handcuffs you brought home if you don't stop trying to get away..." um... wait... that went a little too far...
Anyway...
And this pre-planned-the-night-before fan service, they are such professionals always thinking of fan service, practicing, perfecting...I wonder how many times they had to do THIS to get it just right? :
I could say a lot here about "practice makes perfect" but I will refrain...
Hobi going off-script here taking Jimin by surprise... maybe it was something Jimin and Jungkook were practicing for fan service and Hobi almost spilled the beans?
And this ingeniously pre-programed mechanical ear reaction fan service...so clever:
This happy-as-shit-to-be-going-overseas fan service, JK and his fake bouncy happiness, Oscar-worthy. I wonder if they practiced in the car on the way to the airport:
The general public doing that fan service shit again... wonder how much they get paid for this? I want in on it:
Jungkook telling Jimin, "we have to go around a bunch of times to make sure that random person gets it right."
It's never ending, 24/7 fan service with these two. It must be very time consuming to come up with new fan service moments. I wonder what they will show us next?
[please read the tags for heavens sakes]
#fan service#jikook#24/7#every bit of this was sarcasm#i just want to give these moments the real adoration they deserve#IT WAS NEVER FAN SERVICE#i don't normally post stuff like this#suddenly i am feeling less oppressed by the cult#and wanted to be a smartass about their distress#because they deserve it#yeah this whole post sort of got out of hand
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There's something so unbelievably heartbreaking and tragic that I don't see touched upon a lot, and it's the thought of Fingon going to save Maedhros and renewing his friendship with him while also having to deal with the fact that precisely because of that his relationship with his brother Turgon has been completely shattered.
Turgon never fully forgave the Feanorians for what they did, and he still holds them accountable for the deaths of so many of his kin, his own wife and younger brother included. And then Fingon, after all they had endured on the Helcaraxë, runs off without a single word and comes back bearing in his arms who Turgon believes to be his wife and brother's killer.
Perhaps some of his anger was eased after learning that Maedhros had not in fact helped burn the ships, but you can't tell me that it made it hurt any less for Turgon-who probably feels as though he has been violently punched in the stomach-to see Fingon come back with their eldest cousin in his arms like its nothing.
Because now Turgon is probably convinced that Fingon did this because he simply never cared for Turgon as much as he did for Maedhros. Fingon would sacrifice everything for Maedhros but not for Turgon; would literally kill and did kill for Maedhros but not for his own little brother; would follow Maedhros to the ends of the earth but never him, and Turgon who is still grieving takes this one moment as indisputable proof.
And poor Fingon, who must have been painfully aware of what Turgon's reaction would be, can only try and fails to convince Turgon that no, that's not true. But Turgon utterly refuses to listen to what he has to say. And after that they just seem to drift apart. Turgon goes to Vinyamar, then later Gondolin, and Aredhel and Idril go with him, and Fingon wonders if this was the price that had to be paid, that by saving and renewing his friendship with Maedhros and bringing about centuries of peace he has to lose his friendship with his own brother.
Fingon doesn't regret going to save Maedhros. He loves Maedhros and not even when he sees the tapestries in the Halls of Mandos of Maedhros's wicked deeds does he regret it(though it still brought him much grief) But there's still a sadness, a sorrow there, that seemingly by saving one of his old friends, he had to lose the trust and faith of another.
#These two. These two just break me#I love these two and their messy complicated relationship#and I hope they hugged and cried it out in Mandos and live reborn and happy in Valinor#because they deserve it#we know so much less about their relationship compared to Fingon and Maedhros#-which is a whole tragedy in and of itself-#but there HAD to have been a lot of love there. I refuse to believe otherwise.#Turgon#Fingon#Maedhros#Silmarillion#Tolkien
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Inktober Day 3 Path
“Per aspera ad astra” they say, yeah?
Oh my poor child, I felt so bad for her, barely standing on her feet in the end.
No matter how many times I replay, I’ll cry each and every. Though it’s hard to imagine any other ending for the trilogy, it still hurts :c
#procreate#digital illustration#digital sketch#commander shepard#jane shepard#mass effect#mass effect 3#female shepard#inktober#inktober 2023#inktober day 3#art challenge#choosing the red ending every time just to fry lobster mfkrs#because they deserve it#smb pls give me a break I’m tired of drawing armour#mass effect fanart#mass effect legendary edition
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IF the rescue bots ever met/meet megatron i fully believe he would be their shitty fucked up father who gets mildly redeemed but is still an asshole about everything. i feel like he'd meet them and be like "oh you're KIDS kids. ok. time to be responsible." because the rescue bots are chaotic as shit. like yeah they're very good at their jobs but like half the time they don't even make a plan they just improvise. they keep getting out of insane situations they shouldn't have survived. megatron would give them structure.
to be clear megs is NOT like mtmte megs, he's still like insane and a war criminal he's just on their side instead. he very grudgingly becomes attached to them but still makes sure to insult them and do crack. sorta like hightide is but more openly murdery. optimus does not approve at the beginning but he slowly realizes that the whole thing is actually going very smoothly and the rescue bots are kinda getting through to megatron and helping make him better.
#i support megatron#idc about the war crimes ok#he's a father. to me#anyone can be helped#with the power of love#the rescue bots get another found family member#because they deserve it#they collect shitty relatives like pokémons#first optimus#then hightide#then blurr and salvage#then quickshadow#and now megatron#besides#he deserves a chill-ish life#after the whole slave revolt thing#rescue bots#tfrb#transformers#transformers rescue bots#transformers aligned#tfp megatron
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But imagine this:
Dean and Cas have retired from hunting, Jack gave his powers to Amara and turned into a baby. Dean got a job in a garage, Cas started teaching history and religious studies in the local high school. They got married.
One evening Cas comes home, but it's oddly silent. He can't smell food which is unusual because Dean always has dinner prepared when he comes home. Cas starts to feel dread creeping in him. He pushes it down and walks into the living room.
The sight before him makes him melt. Dean is lying on the couch with Jack on top of him, both of them asleep. His other hand is protectively on top of Jack's back the other one buried in Miracle's fur on the floor. Tombstone is playing on the tv.
Cas realizes that they get to have their happy ending. He puts a blanket over his boys and silently walks out to grade some papers.
#BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT#my boys deserve to be happy#and raise jack#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#supernatural#supernatural headcanon#destiel headcanon
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Suptober 2023 - Day 4: Nimbus
I Can See Your Halo
Word Count: 2,232
Rating: Teen and Up
Tags: Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Sam loves meddling, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, idk if thats the right tag, Fluff, just a lot of fluff and pretty halos, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam, WinchesterSuptober 2023 (Supernatural), no beta we die like men
Summary: Sam goes to Eileen's for the weekend, which means Dean has the bunker all to himself. It's fun ... until it's not.
Bored and lonely, he digs through some Men of Letters artifacts and stumbles on one that makes magical artifacts glow. Cas drops in and educates Dean on what the glasses really show.
#suptober23#destiel#spn fic#apparently I’m going to make them kiss in every fic#because they deserve it#destiel fic#nimbus#fanfiction#yes the title is a Beyoncé lyric but we won’t talk about it
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Tis A Curse
They’re trans your honor 🥲
Yeah, maybe he should’ve asked Malon for a pad before they left. He knew it was only a matter of time before his uterus acted up again. Not even the goddess could save him from that.
So who should he ask? The Champion? He had suspected that the Champion was…like him for a while now. Maybe the Champion was just high on testosterone which didn’t make sense but it kind of did and he was really panicking because the only thing keeping the others from seeing the red stain on his pants was his white sailcloth.
His white sailcloth. Red was so obvious on white.
He swore by the goddesses that, as soon as he could, he was getting his uterus taken out. His hatred was not for no reason.
Sky reached back and touched the cloth every once in a while, making sure his blood hadn’t stained his gift.
His legs were in agony. He was a lot slower than usual and part of him felt bad, but the other part of him was in pain. When he had started to take testosterone, he was told that his period was supposed to stop.
Did it? No. No it didn’t. His cramps only got worse. It was like he was being stabbed with every step he took. Not only that, but it was your stomach that was supposed to hurt, not your thighs. He felt every ounce of pain in his thighs.
He had dealt with this since he was at least nine. He could deal with it now, but he really wanted to sit on something. Even if it was a rock with moss all over it.
Now he was on watch for the night. Even sitting down didn’t soothe his aching thighs. He had taken his pants off and washed as much blood as he could out of it, but he was sure they were trashed.
The bad thing about having a three day period, is that, all three of those days, his flow was relentless. If he didn’t have a pad on him, his pants were going into the trash.
Without having pants, he was cold. So, he went searching for other pants.
He went to Wild’s bag, hoping to find some pads. He searched for at least five minutes. There was nothing. Sky gave up on pads at that moment and just went searching for pants.
He searched Warriors’s bag first. His pants looked like tights.
He creeped towards Twilight’s bag next, Twilight twitched in his sleep. Sky backed away.
His last hope was Time’s bag. He unzipped it and began his search. He found pants pretty quickly. And they looked comfortable. Then his curiosity overcame him. He glanced at Time, his body was facing the opposite direction of Sky, but that was only because he had turned over not to long ago.
Sky thought about it for a second before he started to do a deep search of his bag.
Sky found three masks. One mask’s eyes were hollowed out, which made the other two hazards because Time couldn’t see with them on. The mask with the hollowed eyes had markings similar to Time’s. He found that interesting.
He kept digging against his morals. What could he say? He was a noisy guy.
He felt something that felt and sounded like a trash bag. He questioned what it was for a few seconds before he pulled it out.
It was a small square and squishy. Sky had never seen this brand before, but he sure knew what it was.
“Yes!” He whisper yelled, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He cheered.
He searched to see how many Time had. There were at least twenty in there. Time wouldn’t mind if he took five, would he?
He took five pads and zipped up Times bag. He then circled back for the pants he was stealing. Sky practically ran out to the woods so he could get changed.
On his way back, he started to think. Why would Time, of all people, have pads? I mean, maybe if Malon had came that would make more sense, but she didn’t. The only other reason would be…
Sky was suddenly overcome by joy.
The Old Man is not trans-
Sky reemerged and saw Time sitting up, his severed eye open. Suddenly, Sky’s joy turned into embarrassment. Sky also didn’t like the knowing look Time gave him.
“Good morning,” Sky’s voice cracked.
Time chuckled and patted the grass next to him. Sky sat.
“Okay, yes, I went through your stuff. I’m sorry,” he confessed.
“No, that’s not why I sat you down. I know why you went in my bag. I heard your curses when you searched Wild’s bag. You have quite the mouth, I should say.”
Sky gripped the stolen pants he wore. “Sorry.”
“No sorry.” Time put his hand on Sky's head and pulled it on his shoulder. “I know.”
Sky decided to ask. “Um…are you-“
“Yep.”
“Oh. Me too.” Sky mentally face palmed. Time laughed. “Periods actually suck.” Time hummed. “I mean, I’m probably not even going to have kids!”
“That probably means something in that sentence.”
“Are you going to have kids…that way?”
Time paused for a second before shrugging. “Probably.”
Sky raised his head to look at Time. “Huh? I mean, maybe if Malon was…” Sky stopped and looked at Time. “No way!”
Time laughed, but nodded. “Yes way.”
Sky gripped Time’s shoulders, put his head on Time’s chest. “How do you both hide it so well! I know Legend was side eyeing me all day. I swear everyone knows because of today!”
“Or maybe it was the chest scars you showed us when we were playing in the river. You know, with the cucco fighting?”
Sky paused for a second. Then he raised his head to look Time in the eyes. “I completely forgot about that.”
Time chuckled. “How do you forget about top surgery?”
“I mean,” Sky reasoned, “It’s been years since. I guess I just forgot that I had boobs.”
Time hummed then he looked up. “Go wake up Warriors, it’s his turn for watch. Well, you technically skipped his watch, but he’s still going tonight.”
“I didn’t skip his watch! It’s-“ Sky looked up at the moon and saw that it was around three or four in the morning. “Oh.”
Time pat Sky’s back. “Go wake him up.”
“Yeah.”
#the shady lad writes#transgender boyos🥰🥰🥰#definitely not projecting😙#linked universe#linkeduniverse#linked universe time#lu time#linked universe sky#lu sky#transgender#transmasc#because they deserve it#:D <3
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weekend happy hour
written for the satosho server weekly prompt: sleep [ao3]
Satoru enters the den, face lighting up at the sight of her as he saunters over, and Shoko smiles at him. It’s that time of the day.
Satoru likes taking naps on the couch. Or anywhere, really. For as long as Shoko has known him, Satoru never had any issue falling asleep anywhere.
(Somewhere in the back of her head, she knows he’s gonna say she’s no better just because he once caught her sleeping standing up and once with her eyes open.)
In that regard, Shoko thinks of him like a cat. An overgrown, pampered, pure breed house cat whose sole purpose is to look expensive and pretty.
Speaking of said overgrown cat, Satoru has entered the den, face lighting up at the sight of her as he saunters over.
Shoko smiles at him.
Ah. It’s that time of the day, is it?
It’s a little hot with the days slowly approaching summer, but the sliding doors to the engawa are open so there’s a slight breeze coming in. Shoko sets aside the medical journal she’s been reading and shifts to make space as Satoru unceremoniously drops himself on the couch beside her. When she puts a cushion on her lap, Satoru takes it as an invitation to lay his head on it, spreading his long limbs and taking up the rest of the couch’s space.
Shoko just sighs at him fondly (always so very fondly) as one of her hands almost automatically goes to card through his hair, nimble fingers with short trimmed nails lightly scratching at his scalp making him close his eyes as he lets out a sigh of contentment. Satoru takes her other hand and lightly caresses her knuckles, a mindless gesture done just to touch because touching her always puts him at ease.
“Do you wanna lie down too?” Satoru asks, eyes closed and already halfway to sleep. “Couch is wide enough.”
“No, thank you,” Shoko says and smiles as Satoru lets out a low groan when she applies light pressure on top of his head. She thinks any moment now he’s gonna purr if she continues. “Still got some readings to finish.”
“Suit yourself.” Satoru shrugs. “Just saying, it’s a Saturday. It’s literally the weekend, Shoko. You shouldn’t be doing brain stuff so much. Besides,” he shifts so he can circle his arms around her torso. “It’s very comfy.”
Shoko laughs because he isn’t fooling anyone. “It’s too hot to cuddle and I know you’re only asking because you want to.”
“Wrong.” Satoru makes a wrong buzzer sound. His tone is airy and halfway to a yawn when he says, “It’s never too anything for cuddles.”
“Uh-huh. Go to sleep,” Shoko says, bending down to plant a featherlight kiss on his forehead.
Satoru shifts closer to nuzzle his cheek against her belly fully intent to do as she says, but he’s never really been good at doing what he’s told and so he slips in and out of consciousness, sleeping but never really going deep enough. They make small conversations of the mundane whenever he’s awake before falling back to a light sleep again. Shoko doesn’t mind the stilted exchange, easily picking up where they left off and smiling when Satoru finally manages to fully sink into slumber.
The afternoon sun goes down and evening bleeds in. Satoru wakes up to the dim lights of the den and to Shoko still reading but who has now moved on to a fiction novel.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Shoko greets him when she feels him shift. “Nice nap?”
Satoru sends her a smile, sleep warm and soft, that Shoko has no choice but to dip down and kiss him softly on the lips.
A nice nap and a great way to wake up. Satoru can easily just stay here for the rest of the night. Maybe forever—
A grumbling sound came from Shoko's belly and Satoru bursts out laughing. Shoko just shrugs because she’s never been embarrassed about such things and she’s always had a high threshold for shame despite always calling Satoru the shameless one.
Satoru sits up, stealing a kiss as he does, before walking to the kitchen and asking, “What do you want for dinner?”
“Whatever’s in the fridge,” Shoko calls out as she goes to shut the sliding doors.
“There’s nothing in the fridge,” Satoru says as he looks at last night’s leftover dumplings, the pre-breaded pork chops, and the marinated chicken because he doesn’t feel like cooking and it’s not like Shoko wants to either, he’s pretty sure. “Take-out?”
They settle for pizza and two bottles of one-liter Coke because they’re adults who have the sophisticated palates of broke college students and because there’s no one around to tell them to eat more healthily otherwise. They sit in front of the TV and watch trashy reality shows that Shoko loves so much because she doesn’t have to think when watching them. They get distracted when Satoru belches out a burp which Shoko matches in volume and length and now they’re locked in a burping contest until they’ve finished their sodas. Satoru tells her it’s so unladylike of her and Shoko burps one last loud one on his face because she never really cared about being a lady when she’s with him and Satoru loves her for it.
Later, they’d watch re-runs of bad romcoms Satoru loves so much as Shoko rubs his stomach because he ate pizza and drank his soda way too fast and now he has a tummy ache. After a while, Satoru shifts so Shoko can lie beside him on the couch because it’s not too hot to cuddle anymore.
They fall asleep in the middle of She’s All That before waking up at around midnight because Satoru has to pee. Shoko decides she might as well wash up and brush her teeth before transferring to bed and bumps hips with Satoru when he goes and hogs the sink just as she’s washing her face.
They fall asleep again, this time on their bed, with Shoko wearing an old ratty school shirt of Satoru over her underwear and nothing else while he opts for loose sweatpants and a cotton shirt. It starts with Satoru being the big spoon and ends up with Shoko drooling on his back when he turns around to be the little spoon.
In the morning, Satoru is the first to wake because Shoko has never been a morning person. He lets her sleep for an hour more while he scrolls through his phone and hits the alarm off before it can blast its tune so Shoko doesn’t get a rude awakening. It’s the weekend after all.
Instead, Satoru wakes her with soft kisses peppering her face. Shoko shifts and frowns, as she does whenever anyone attempts to wake her, before her face softens and Satoru feels her smile against his lips as he kisses her awake.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he greets, voice low and hair sleep-mussed, his five o’clock shadow from yesterday still unshaven. He looks roguishly handsome like this and Shoko smiles because damn. What a way to wake up. “Coffee?”
“Later,” Shoko says maneuvering herself to straddle Satoru, who goes down easily as his hands automatically settle on her waist. “We can stay in bed for a little while longer.”
It’s the weekend after all.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#satosho#satoshoko#they stay in bed the whole day#and eat more takeout#because they're adults and they do whatever they want#and then they sleep some more#because they deserve it#gojo satoru#ieiri shoko#shoko ieiri#writing#jjk fic#satoshoko fanfic
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