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ryuusea · 5 months
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「 With you 」 (always)
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quietwingsinthesky · 1 month
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combining little amelia pond in the tardis with the tardis family au and trying to figure out which members would be pro and against child endangerment.
#i have jack (guilty) under against and sarah jane smith (actively also doing child endangerment) as pro#tardis family au#this is also very important because the image of amy standing with the rest of the gang in the tardis (on a stool because she’s tiny) and#being treated as a Very Important Contributor to discussions of space-time adventuring is everything to me#donna gets parenting practice by helping to take care of this weird little kid (and is later so so thankful that rose (noble) is. normal.#and doesn’t bite people. or run off with strange men in blue boxes. only strange family members in blue boxes.)#tentoo also surprisingly good at taking care of amy. (the doctor is too but he’s very pro-child endangerment whereas tentoo is. leaning#towards against.)#sorry. sorry. thought about little amelia getting passed between people when she’s tired and they’re all working together to look after her#martha picks her up. passes her to mickey who passes her to jack because he thinks it would be funny and jack won’t know what to do with her#and then jack walks around with amy propped up in his arm and including her in his running commentary of events aboard the tardis and making#her giggle. and then eventually she gets handed off back to the doctor who takes her back to her (now no longer endsngered by a tjme crack)#room and puts her to bed.#amy’s collection of doctor toys she made joined by little versions of the companions she meets…. 🥺🥺#her raggedy doctor and the bad wolf girl and the woman who walked the earth… they give her the less violent versions of the stories but they#do tell her. 🥺🥺
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dancing-with-stars · 1 month
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guys. guys !!!!
#vanu is rambling#ok idk this is gonna b a happy post but i think there are lots of people who love me in this world. or at least enjoy my presence.#like i always always always ALWAYS doubt if my friends or family like me and in my head they all secretly hate me#but like for these past couple months things have been different.#i don’t feel so left out (like i usually do in groups) or alone.#like my friends genuinely want me there like they always ask me to go places with them. and i almost always say no because im so busy or#i just cant but they still ask me everytime. yesterday the whole group was calling and playing a game and i got a bunch of texts like hey#where are you u shud join the call it’s rly fun ! but i just couldn’t bring myself to talk to anyone at that moment.#today they were rly happy when i joined the call and idk it made me feel like. oh. maybe my friends do like me#and also i have two moods: i’m either super talkative or i go into my little shell and don’t say anything/add to a convo. and like during#those moments they’ll be like hey u ok? or they’ll just listen to me talk about ceramics and how fun it is or how much i hate eating pears#and like. we laugh so much together. like i have so much fun with all of them i love every single one of them omg#and scary thing is we might not even be friends after we start college. but yk what? that’s okay i don’t wanna think about that.#because like who cares? i’m not gonna let my fears ab the future ruin my friendships. i’ll always love them anyways. and we’ll always call.#i’m glad i met them. they’re all such beautiful and funny and amazing strong willed-people. they are my friends.#it’s just so crazy to me that they willingly want to spend time w me and are sad when i can’t. and they’re so understanding at the same time#they don’t get mad about it. and like they have mad eng last year in high school so much more enjoyable.#someone told me that this is ur last year do things so when you look back you don’t regret anything- so you can be proud of what you did#and my friends helped me with that. and like i still feel lonely the majority of the class because despite this there’s like a permanent#stain of sadness right there at the bottom of my heart. but they make the hard days more manageable.#like i’ve been on call with these people until ungodly hours at night just laughing and i go to sleep feeling a bit lighter.#they introduced me to the tech side of theater which i never thought i’d get into but here i am. they teach me silly facts and words in asl.#they taught me dances- knowing full well i SUCK at it- because we all had fun with it. theyve taught me it’s OKAY to be vulnerable in#friendships and that sometimes being open/yourself is quite literally the best thing you can do for your own soul and others. they’re cool#people really. really cool people
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iceyrukia · 1 year
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hate when there’s a show you really love that loses its main appeal (that is the relationship between those two characters), as more seasons pass because the show diverged too much from continuing to make the ~ special relationship~ the actual drive of the show. it looses its roots and therefore the original essence of the show is lost 😐
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sleepdepravity · 1 year
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So many things about Sweeney Todd is funny but I think one of the funniest thing is that, despite his last interaction with Sweeney was getting shouted at and chased out, when Anthony figures out where Johanna is, he still goes to Sweeney for help and advice. Just like. Yeah I pissed him off last time but he’s my friend. :) And I scared off his customer so it was deserved anyways :)
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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year
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My three things from the SGE movie
1. The degirlbossifcation of Sophie
2. Much needed context and character arcs(Sophie and Agatha in particular) being missing. There was no Trial by Tale.
3. The ending’s hint makes no sense.
Spoilers!!!
For Number 3, if you read the book you would know that Tedros essentially goes into a teenage boy rage because Agatha chose Sophie(her yet to be revealed sister) over him. The main part was that he was upset that she kissed Sophie instead of him. The movie’s ending and set up for the sequel makes no sense, considering Tedros got a kiss(on the mouth by the way) from Agatha before she and Sophie went home. Which means aside from Agatha leaving he has no reason to be mad. His last line at the end did tickle me though. Like “Agatha I need you😭😭😢”
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the whole. eyrie and thancred trying to figure out how to take care of each other is like trying to stick a square peg in a round hole
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clover-the-awesomest · 2 months
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Something I noticed in MLPFIM
So! I, along with probably a lot of you reading this, have previously seen or at least heard of My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. It’s probably the most well-known version of mlp yet! I used to adore the little collector’s toys and I begged my mom to get me to jelly-like squishy chibi toys as well, but I was never an avid watcher of the show. The episode with the Medusa chicken and Fluttershy’s death glare scared me out of watching it… Yeah I was a pretty meek kid lmao
But from time to time I do like to watch these mlp compilation vids because honestly they’re hilarious and are just a great blast to the past. And so I was just minding my business, watching one of them, when all of a sudden… This happened.
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This but with Rainbow Dash takes place right after Fluttershy runs away from the flight training montage that her bestie wanted to shove her into. This montage was important to Rainbow and Fluttershy just… Left her there. Alone. And the emotions she conveys are so raw and shockingly real for a kid’s show! Let’s go through!
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First, shock. Shock at being turned down by Fluttershy of all people. Shock at the fact she cried just from a couple bullies. Shock at the way she practically screamed at her! Shock at the way Fluttershy ran for her life away from Rainbow, like she’d been stung and couldn’t be healed.
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Next, longing. Reaching out her hoof, begging Fluttershy to come back. Wanting her, needing her, and yet unable to do anything.
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Then comes pain. Rainbow knows she fucked up, understands that this kind of thing isn’t Fluttershy’s style and that she practically forced the girl into this, but it’s overall for her own good, right…? Rainbow shuts her eyes and she tries to grasp the situation, tries to understand where she went wrong, and how she made it worse.
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Then, anger. Rainbow is angry now, kicking up dirt and silently cursing out her friend for abandoning the mission, for leaving her and the rest of the Pegasi in such a state. She’s pissed at the world and just needs things to go better!
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She then cringes, baffled at the fact that she just cursed out Fluttershy of all people! How could she do that to her friend, her best friend!? How could Rainbow Dash hurt Fluttershy like that…?
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And then finally… Shame. Rainbow is ashamed with herself and her actions, ashamed at how she pushed her friend too far. It was for the sake of literally everypony else, but what good was saving an entire species if you can’t even make your friend feel right…? What good is saving yourself if you can’t even save the ones you hold dear…? So Rainbow ends up walking away in shame, guilt pooling in her eyes.
This little tantrum of sorts we see Rainbow go through is so… Just… It’s so palpable! I never expected to see this in a show about fuccin ponies and rainbows and friendship! But I mean what did I expect we see Twilight become a princess one season later and then see a goddamn headless horse or whatever tf the red guy is called take over the entire world. Idk why I’m surprised.
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Girls will say things like “you’re not too much and I wish you wouldn’t try to make yourself smaller all the time” and expect u to be normal about it
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garoujo · 6 months
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✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU — your stepdad gojo always seemed to show off how good your father / daughter relationship really was whenever his bestfriend would visit.
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ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! stepcest, stepdad!gojo, vouyerism, f!receiving oral, teasing, you refer to him as daddy, pet names. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hi guys! it’s me! i got struck w motivation suddenly & i missed u all ! <3 i’m back on my filthy little agenda & finally elaborating on this post now that i’m back :3
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you always loved when your step dads bestfriend visited, you could always tell it was him with how softly he seemed to close the door — your home suddenly being filled with light hearted jokes from the two men downstairs that always pulled you out of your bedroom.
geto had always been kind to you, he’d basically been as big a part of your life as gojo had been— although you always thought it was funny the way they would both playfully fight for your attention. more so your dad’s bestfriend just letting him win so he didn’t have to listen to him whining about how he’s stealing you from him.
so today is just the same when you hear you the familiar “you’ve got a visitor, sweet girl.” call from downstairs as it’s followed by a smooth chuckle from the man in question. you know who it is— you’ve just gotten out from your shower, skin still slightly damp underneath the oversized fabric of your daddy’s shirt and you don’t really have the time to change into something warmer, opting just to deal with the panties underneath — the shirts long enough to hide them anyway.
it’s fast the way you make your way through the house, almost toppling into the living room as your greeted with the two men on either sofa. you suddenly feel nervous with the way their eyes cut into you, feeling hot underneath their gaze as you grab and pull at the hem of your shirt.
“slow down, sweet thing. excited to see me?” is how it begins, the usual teasing as gojo gives his bestfriend a narrowed look followed by a sly smirk sent your way. but it seems to cut through the tension in the room, helping you relax as his arms outstretch and you suddenly feel embarrassed underneath your clothes when he gives you an expectant look, tapping at his lap when you pause and rock yourself on your feet.
but you’re much too distracted by the way geto’s looking at you, head propped up against his fist as he lets himself rest against the arm of the couch. his hair is pulled back handsomely, letting you admire his pretty cut features and the usual kind-hearted smile he always reserved for you. “it’s good to see you again.”
“hah! come onnn~ you shy? ‘ts just suguru, you don’t wanna embarrass me infront of my friend, right?” gojo groans, a little louder this time as his crystalline gaze narrows playfully at you with a pout. your step dad has always been a little touchy, especially around his bestfriend — always insisting you spend your time together tucked into his lap or under his arm, like he’s staking a silent claim.
“you better go before he starts whining, we won’t hear the end of it.” geto’s words are soothing but he makes sure they’re loud enough for his friend to hear as the snowy haired male tuts. but just before he fires back another quick response, he smirks as you pad your way towards him — giving into the way his arms wrap instinctively around your hips as he pulls you into his lap, letting your thighs rest over his own as you press into his side under his arm.
“see, bet you’re comfy now, right? gotta show suguru that i’m still your favourite.” the first half of gojo’s sentence is a low drawl as you readjust yourself, words breathed along the shell of your ear before he makes the latter a little louder. like he’s celebrating a victory as his bestfriend pretends not to hear him.
but you press yourself into him just like always, it was too easy to get lost in the feel of him against you — tucking yourself against him as he lets one of his arms curl around you to rest at the base of your spine.
you let yourself chime into their conversation for a while before you just allow yourself to listen— opting for a giggle or a laugh at their playful banter, feeling gojo squeeze at your hips everytime he says something that he finds particularly funny so he can make sure you’re listening, laughing. you readjust yourself against him again and he’s always there to pull you closer, pressing a quick peck against your temple and you like how homey it feels when the three of you are like this.
the time seems to move quickly, the conversation has settled down slightly despite the way the two bestfriends still seemed to tease eachother and you feel content from where you’re curled against your stepdad, face resting in the crook of his neck as his fingers smooth along your spine.
“is she asleep?” you hear geto ask lowly, kindly and it makes your eyelashes flutter— tickling along gojo’s skin as he hums. he knows you’re not, but he still lets the question hang for a few more moments as his fingers trace shapes into your skin. he readjusts himself, silently before the next twist of his wrist brings his hand around your hips, placing featherlight touches along the planes of your skin until you shudder into him.
“daddy—“ it’s embarrassing, the soft whine your voice takes— you’re so responsive. your daddy’s heard you like this before, he took great pleasure in being able to pull those sounds from you but this was a first for his bestfriend.
“oh? ‘s my sweet girl tired? suguru was worried.” you keen at the low drawl gojo’s voice takes— you’d heard it like that before, it was like instinct the way you reacted to it especially when it’s accompanied by the teasing squeeze of his palms — kneading at your skin until you’re fidgeting.
“i’m fine.” you murmur as you try so hard to bury yourself into your stepdad’s neck, you’re so embarrassed— too hot underneath your clothes and all he’s done is barely touch you, show off the reaction he can pull from you with just a few swipes of his fingers.
“oh yeah? just fine?” gojo drawls again, a lull to his voice that lets you know he’s teasing you and you can’t help the way your arms reach to wrap around his shoulders, fingers twisting in the snowy peaks of his hair as you grumble in response, but you know he won’t let you away with just that.
you can feel the heat of geto’s gaze from across the room and the way it follows the warm press of the fingers along your skin, the shape of your waist, the swell of your ass and you keen at the attention before they pinches playfully at the skin, making you jolt as you press your chest into his with a short whine.
“n-no.. i’m good.”
“can’t hear you, princess. lil louder f’ me, make sure he can hear you.” gojo almost chuckles with your sensitive little reaction, the heat from your arousal feels like it burns you and now you really wish you’d thrown on something to hide the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. you’re so desperate, needy to feel something before your mind blurs at the feeling of your daddy’s long fingers finally pushing between your thighs to squeeze.
“you’re making her nervous, satoru.” grounds you as geto pushes himself to stand, his eyes seem darker now but the kindness in his expression remains the same as he takes his first careful step into your space. you’re already pliant, like putty when the snowy haired male beside you moves you so easily, pulling at your thigh until you’re pressed perfectly, pretty in his lap while you face his friend — back pressed against his broad chest as he breathes deep along your shoulder.
“that right? you think you can calm her down, sugu?” there’s something carnal in gojo’s words, like a challenge— he knows that nobody could ever beat him when it comes to you, the pleasure he can pull from you is limitless. but he can feel the way you seem to stiffen, your breathing coming in short pants as his bestfriend comes closer until he’s looking down at you both, but his eyes are on you before he crouches down to your level to meet you.
“oh i wouldn’t say that.” his voice seems different now, lower— deeper when you find yourself suddenly too nervous to meet his gaze but your step dad forces you to, fingers circling from behind to hold your jaw gently in place as his other hand pulls at your inner thigh.
you feel so exposed as gojo spreads you so easily with one hand, like he’s serving his pretty little step daughter up to his bestfriend like a meal, although you admit geto’s looking at you like he could devour you completely. your thighs almost tremble with want with the first press of your daddy’s best friends palm against the opposite thigh, helping to hold you open as he admires the already damp spot on your panties.
“but she seems to like this, don’t you, pretty girl?” geto’s words are still smooth despite the way his fingers squeeze in your skin as he leans forward, letting himself press a quick kiss against your clothed pussy before he exhales against you— like he’s taking his first breath of fresh air in years.
the sounds that leave you are humiliating as he pushes deeper into you, letting his tongue tease along the damp fabric— pressing into the swollen bump of your clit all while your step dad holds you in place. your thighs and hips quake, as do your lungs with every staggered inhale you take— you can barely breathe with the way he drinks you up, tongue rolling and curling through your folds so expertly you wouldn’t believe there was still a layer between you both.
you jolt, tremble and gojo knows you’re already close as he curls over you — letting you feel the heavy press of his cock against your lower back as he suckles wet kisses along your throat from behind. “make sure you’re good for sugu, alright, sweet thing.” his words are hissed through his teeth as he rocks into you slightly, pushing his bestfriend’s mouth even deeper between your thighs before his fingers finally hook underneath the fabric of your panties to pull them aside.
“but gotta remember you’re daddy’s girl.” it’s growled, timed well with the way geto’s tongue finally presses against the now exposed skin of your folds, cutting through the glistening petals as he suckles and smacks at the mess. you can’t help but arch back into your stepdad, urging him to let his free hand palm at your tits, twisting and flicking at the raised skin of your nipples through his shirt until you’re whining so greedily for more.
“mmm, see.. so sensitive f’ only me.” his words urge you to turn to meet him and you can taste the possessiveness in gojo’s words when he’s suddenly pushing them between your lips as he kisses you, messy and driven even more by the way geto’s mouth is wrapped around you all while he watches. his long fingers clasp gently around one of your nipples before he pulls and you feel lightheaded with how close you are, feeling the flames of your orgasm lick at your spine as you feel his clothed cock press languidly into you from behind as he licks into your mouth.
“daddy.. please.” you beg against him and the man pulls away to chuckle smugly, suddenly as your chest expands with every shakey breath you struggle to take. you’re so close, you feel too hot for your skin but just as geto closes his lips around your clit to suckle — he pulls away, cheeks wet with slick as he breathes out your step dads name.
“i only needed another second, satoru.”
“nope, times up.” gojo mutters playfully and if you couldn’t feel just how affected he was by this you’d assume he wasn’t at all with how giddy he sounds, but then his attention turns back to you.
“you gonna show him how sweet you are for daddy now? i knew my sweet girl wouldn’t let him tease me like this.”
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bigskyandthecoldgun · 7 months
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based off this post i made a couple days ago lmao
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Generally speaking, Steve Harrington is a pretty good boyfriend.
He takes Eddie out, never lets him pay for stuff if he can help it—hell, he’s even bought Eddie flowers before. And Eddie’s not complaining, because it’s hard enough to find another queer man in Hawkins, let alone one willing to date him. So Steve is his first boyfriend, and Eddie hasn’t had much (read: any) experience with dating.
But he’s pretty damn sure by the time they hit the three-month mark that Steve’s staunch refusal to hold his hand is unusual.
It’s not like Steve isn’t affectionate. More often than not, Steve’s arm will be around his shoulders or his waist, and there are no shortages of kisses anywhere and everywhere. But Steve won’t hold his hand. And he hasn’t let Eddie give him a handjob. Which—the latter isn’t as much of an issue, because maybe Steve’s just not a fan of handjobs, and that’s fine, Eddie’s not an asshole, Steve’s more than entitled to say no to stuff like that.
Though, Steve’s got no problem putting his hands to work, so what is it about the idea of holding hands or Eddie touching him in the same way that makes Steve so weirdly uncomfortable?
Eddie’s first thought had been that Steve might just not like holding hands. That the clamminess of another palm in his gives him the same kind of sensory ick that Eddie gets from getting adhesive residue on his hands. But Steve holds hands with Robin all the time with no problem, so it can’t be that.
His second thought is that Steve might be so used to being the ‘man in the relationship,’ so to speak, that he doesn’t think Eddie would want to be as handsy. But, again—doesn’t explain the hand holding thing. Because Steve had definitely held hands with girls he’d dated in the past, if Eddie’s high school memories aren’t failing him.
So what the hell is it?
What’s so unthinkable about being touched by Eddie?
And Eddie tries not to read too much into it, because he’s more than aware that both he and Steve have some internalized stuff about being queer, and maybe Steve’s just working through that. He tries not to read too much into it because Steve is a good boyfriend, save for this one weird thing, and maybe they’ll get to a point where Steve will tell him why he doesn’t want to hold hands or have Eddie’s hands on his bare skin for more than a minute or two.
They’re making out on Steve’s couch one night, Eddie’s hands on Steve’s waist and Steve’s hands already halfway through undoing the button on Eddie’s jeans. Eddie starts to tug at Steve’s shirt to get it untucked from his jeans. “C’mere, wait, lemme touch you,” Eddie breathes, and Steve grins against his mouth before backing away. Eddie blinks, utterly confused. “What? What is it?”
Steve just laughs, shakes his head, and dives back in for another kiss. “You’re funny,” he murmurs against Eddie’s lips, and Eddie feels a weird tug in his gut, because something’s wrong, and Steve’s acting weird again about Eddie touching him.
He thinks it’s funny.
Thinks it’s funny that Eddie wants to touch him.
Well, firstly, ouch. Secondly, that’s a real jerk move, but he’s torn between telling Steve off and getting off. He ends up going with the better option, because Steve might be acting like a jerk, but he’s a jerk that’s jerking Eddie off, so…better than nothing, Eddie supposes.
He doesn’t bring it up again for another three months, resigning himself to have his hands redirected from Steve’s bare skin and remaining steadfastly un-handheld. And, sure, y’know, he might be able to attribute it to the fact that they spend a lot of time with people who don’t know they’re together yet, but that possibility is quickly eradicated when Steve suggests that they tell the rest of the Party about them.
“You sure you wanna do that?” Eddie asks, brows raised skeptically, because for a guy who won’t hold Eddie’s hand, Steve’s pretty gung-ho about airing their business to the rest of the group.
Steve just tilts his head, a cute little look of confusion on his face. “Why wouldn’t I?” he asks, like the idea of him not wanting people to know about him and Eddie is crazy. Steve blinks, the confusion turning to concern. “I mean, unless you’re not ready. I don’t want to pressure you—”
“You can tell them,” Eddie cuts in, fidgeting with his rings. “I’m—yeah. Yeah, you can tell them.”
Maybe this will finally give Steve the push he needs to get over himself and hold Eddie’s goddamn hand before Eddie goes crazy and gets shipped off to Pennhurst.
Or…maybe not.
Because Steve still won’t hold his hand. Or let Eddie touch him.
The one time Eddie had managed to get his hands on Steve’s bare skin, he’d spotted Steve itching at the spots Eddie had touched in the bathroom later that night, the door only open a crack. Which is pretty dramatic, even for Eddie’s taste. Is the feeling of Eddie’s hands on him really so awful? Christ, Eddie’s getting sick and tired of this shit.
Eventually, nine months into their relationship, Steve blatantly moves a hand away from Eddie’s during a movie night when Eddie tries to take hold of it. In front of their friends. Eddie sucks up his wounded pride and corners Nancy in the kitchen later, after the first movie is over and they’ve been sent to get snacks while Steve and Robin argue over what movie to play next, wondering if he should even be asking her.
“Something on your mind?” she asks, because he hasn’t come up with anything to start with yet, and Eddie sighs.
“Is—okay, did Steve ever—when you guys were dating, did he ever, like, not hold your hand?” he asks, and Nancy tilts her head.
“I mean, sometimes…? It was only because I was wearing rings, though,” she says, like that makes perfect sense, like Steve just has some ring-phobia or something, and Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. Nancy gives him a little smile. “You wear yours all the time, so I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”
Okay, so, weird ring-phobia it is.
That’s the new working theory, and when he and Steve bunk in Steve’s room for the night, Eddie makes a show of carefully pulling his rings off and setting them on the bedside table. There’s a couple of green marks on his fingers where the clear nail polish he’d coated the interiors in has chipped away, and he rubs at his bare fingers absentmindedly as he climbs under the covers. He takes a deep breath and laces his fingers with Steve’s, ready to have Steve pull his hand away for the umpteenth time.
Instead, he’s met with a surprised, pleased little hum. “You took your rings off,” Steve notes, relief clear in his voice, and Eddie nods, trying not to let the feeling of triumph show on his face too much. Steve grins at him and presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “That’s a nice surprise.”
“What, you don’t like my rings?” Eddie teases, keeping the genuine curiosity in his voice to a minimum, and Steve’s brows furrow.
“What? No, no, I love your rings, Eds,” Steve tells him. He lowers his voice. “I think they’re pretty hot, actually.”
Okay. Okay, so a wrench has been thrown into the ring-phobia theory.
“What, are they too cheap for his majesty’s royal fingers?” Eddie jokes, putting on a goofy, poorly-done British accent, and Steve’s nose wrinkles slightly.
“I mean, they are costume jewelry,” Steve says. “Nickel-plated, right?”
Ah.
So…it’s that Eddie looks, or even feels, too cheap.
Jesus. He hadn’t thought Steve would be that shallow.
Eddie swallows. “Uh, yeah, they—they are. I can stop wearing them, if you…” he trails off, not really sure what to do with this new information. Cheap to the touch, apparently enough to make Steve wrinkle his nose at the thought of Eddie touching him with his rings on.
“What? No, no, you don’t have to. I’m good, I can deal with it,” Steve says, like it’s supposed to be reassuring, like it’s such a big sacrifice for him to deal with how inexpensive Eddie’s taste in jewelry is, like their relationship isn’t serious enough for Steve to get over himself.
It’s just his rich boy upbringing, Eddie reminds himself. Even Wheeler’s upper-middle-class jewelry wasn’t enough to beat that expensive taste.
Evidently, the conversation had stuck in his boyfriend’s brain, because on the morning of their first anniversary, Eddie is given a long, velvety black box with four Sterling silver rings. They’re exact replicas, design-wise, of their nickel-plated counterparts, and Steve looks so proud of himself, so pleased with his gift idea, and Eddie barely stops himself from frowning.
“Oh,” Eddie says, a little hollow, “um, thank you.”
“You like ’em?” Steve asks, and there’s such a hopeful look on his face that it just pisses Eddie off more. “I just figure—y’know, because, I mean, I can’t hold your hand if you’re wearing costume jewelry, so—”
“Yeah, no, I, uh—I got that,” Eddie says with a strained smile. “Thanks, Steve.”
Steve’s brows furrow. “I feel like you’re mad at me,” he says, and he says it with humor, but there’s genuine worry behind it. “Did I screw up your present that bad? Were you dropping hints and hoping for something else?”
Eddie’s jaw clenches. “It’s…the present is fine, Steve,” he says.
“You don’t like them,” Steve mumbles, gnawing on his bottom lip. “I mean, it might take me a lot longer to save up, but is—would you, like, prefer titanium or steel or something? I didn’t really think you were a gold kind of guy, but it’s fine if you are, I just didn’t know—”
“Why do I have to prefer anything?” Eddie snaps. Steve blinks at him. The look of pure confusion on his face is a little infuriating, like he can’t even fathom why Eddie might be upset, and Eddie’s eye twitches. “Look, just because you’re all high and mighty about what jewelry is worthy of being seen near you—”
“Woah, woah, what are you talking about?” Steve asks, alarmed.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Eddie slams the box down on the coffee table and stands up to stomp around the living room, pacing back and forth. “You won’t let me hold your hand o-or even touch you, like you’re so above cheap shit that you can’t bear to let it touch you, and I’m so sorry that I’ve offended the sensibilities of his highness with my ‘costume jewelry,’ but Jesus, Steve, you can’t even get over yourself on our anniversary? I’ve seen you act like me touching you with my rings on gives you hives or some shit, like it’s just so terrible that it makes your skin crawl—”
“It does,” Steve says, a little subdued, eyes wide with shock, lips parted, “I’m allergic to nickel.”
Eddie pauses mid-stomp.
“You’re what?” he squeaks.
Steve blinks, and a long silence stretches between them. “I’m allergic to nickel, Eds, everybody knows I am,” he says. “I can’t hold your hand if you’re wearing nickel-plated stuff, but you really like your rings, they’re important to your look, so I wasn’t gonna be a dick and tell you to take them off just so I could.”
Recontextualizing every interaction of his year-long relationship he’d tried not to read too hard into is…a lot to experience in a little under thirty seconds.
“Oh, dear God, I’ve been an asshole,” Eddie mutters. “I thought you wouldn’t let me touch you because—but it was just—”
“Yeah, an itchy dick is not a good feeling,” Steve says, a nervous little laugh bubbling out of him. His face falls a little. “I—did you think—?”
“I’m so sorry,” Eddie blurts, horrified. “I am so sorry, Steve, oh my God—”
“No, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t—I must’ve seemed like a total jerk, Eddie, I should’ve told you outright, but I guess I figured you already knew,” Steve says, shrugging helplessly. “But, no, it’s nothing like what you said, I promise, I’m just—I’m allergic.”
Eddie immediately yanks the rings from his fingers and fumbles to get the box open, swapping them out for the silver ones, which he jams onto his fingers as fast as humanly possible. “If I got my head out of my ass sooner, I swear I would’ve found replacements the second I knew,” he says, and Steve laughs.
“I know you would’ve,” he says, all fond and soft, “you’re good like that.”
“Let me make it up to you? I can touch you all I want now,” Eddie says, waggling his silver-covered fingers in front of Steve’s face.
Steve interlocks their hands and leans in to kiss him, slow and sweet. “Looking forward to it, Eds.”
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Maybe the wrapping wings around heddies but the reader wraps their wings around the characters?
okay i rly like this but what about with characters that don’t have wings?? (lmk if yall want characters w wings cus this is kinda silly funny haha)
charlie
she loves when your wings wrap around her — every time she hugs you, she’s waiting for that extra warmth and when it comes she just hugs you even tighter
she wouldn’t ask you to do it, but if you put a wing around her in public she’s trying not to get too excited
cuddling is a must for wings. you’re sitting on the couch? she wants a nice feathery blanket. lying in bed? same thing. watching a scary movie? she’s using your wings as a shield to duck under anytime theres a jump scare
if you asked her if she’d like a wing, she’s the happiest you’ve ever seen her
“im starting to wonder if you’re just dating me for my wings,” you’d joke and she’d laugh and say, “they’re definitely a plus” while running her finger over the top of one (this girl likes to tease i know it)
she loves when you cuddle up to her and wrap your wings around her, like she just melts
she does not let anyone play with them. ever. if niffty tried to go scurrying around them, she’s taking her away faster than she can blink
your wings are hers as much as they are yours, but that’s a silent rule between you two that she doesn’t plan on voicing
she just gives “let me be your wings” from thumbelina vibes like you would have a duet like that
alastor
now if you ever need to gossip, he’s clearing his throat and you’re shielding your conversation with your wings while you two laugh and whisper
he does not want anyone touching him but if you put a wing around him he knows you guys have some important business to talk about
sometimes you throw up your wing, whisper, and he has to stop himself from laughing when you quickly put your wing down, alastor batting it with his microphone as you laughed
now if he’s ever hurt, that’s when your wings go around him, making sure no one sees so he can escape to saftey
you’d always come to his rescue even if he got mad at you for it, wings wrapping around him as you struck his attacker faster than he could summon his shadows (and he definitely gets pissed about it but hey what are … friends …. for!)
wings are for shit talking and the occasional life saver when it comes to al
angel dust
he loves the security of your wings
after a long day, you’d just lie in his room, wings wrapped around him as he held you close — he’d either fall asleep or want to sit in silence like that, but either way you were happy to help
sometimes you’d just sit at the bar, wing around him as you talked and laughed together
whenever you went out together, your wings were a strict barrier that no one dared to cross. you put a wing in front of angel when some guy approaches him? he and every other demon are backing off for the rest of the night. you’re walking down the street? wing around him and no one is approaching you
he definitely asks you to do it (in his own very special way) and he likes to tease you when you’re around other people
but you both know he treasures the safety your wings give him
pentious
my boy pentious 100% thinks you’ve turned against him the first time you drape your wings over him — you could’ve literally been sleeping and he’d accuse you of trying to smother him
“i was sleeping!” “your subconscious mind plans to kill me, too!”
he warms up to it though because the next time it happens you’re fast asleep and theres no attempt to block his airways, or whatever he thought you’d do, so he snuggles into the warmth
being a snake (i love snakes im gonna b a lil nerdy about this one) pen likes to burrow. especially at night. he’d start to curl up under the warmth of your wings and rest there until you eventually moved
some days you’d wake up and he’d be completely hidden beneath your wings. if you lift one, he’d very quickly tug it back (definitely how he found out about sensitive wings)
he felt very bad :(
cherri
wings are for parties!
they give you the best dance numbers — dramatic reveal, awesome poses, super dope flying routine…!
then they’re for comedowns because once you’re home from the club shit hits the fan and you’re wrapping your wings around her so she can even try to sleep
but then the morning comes and you brush it off cus it’s time to blow shit up!
definitely using your wings as a shield though — they’re probably dyed pink and red by now, with all the times you’ve had to cover the two of you from explosives
but she finds it super hot so…
velvette
she likes to fuck with you
1000% uses them as her personal armor — you’re basically a body guard
she’ll wrap them around herself while looking in the mirror, modeling your wings like a feather coat
“my wings are not going in your collection,” you’d have to tell her, still pulling her closer with them as you met her eyes in the mirror
“yeah, guess you’re right. can’t have anyone else getting a hold of these, can we?”
she loves being wrapped in them while she sleeps — she loves you sleeping next her, cause then she can lay them however she wants
it’s always best when you’re wings fold in and bring her closer though
definitely been used for a private moment in the office
she says they’re your best asset
vox
now this man is, under no circumstances, letting you wrap your wings around him
in public? absolutely not…
in private? well…. no! totally not!
at least not until you’re asleep and he’s situating himself beneath them. it’s not his fault a feather blanket helps him fall asleep
you’ve definitely waited until he fell asleep, draped you wings over him, and watched him relax into them
he’s not slick
like at all
not even in public
he’ll touch them and the minute one even wraps around him, his screen is buffering
speaking of in public… just wait til you’re at a party. he’s drunk and all over you, touching your wings, handling them like their his own, you have to use them to shield the two of you when he gets too handsy, and he loves it; pushing your buttons until your wings are around him and being more than satisfied by that
niffty
girl is crazy
she cleans them, climbs on them, inspects them (almost rips the fuck out of your feathers)
there’s no way you can wrap that girl up, she’s too quick
but she would love petting them and thats why shes here
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lie detector test w influencer or actor y/n and bkg. Asking all the juicy questions either to each other or from the interviewer. From like Twitter questions/interviewer it would def be juicy funny questions like “who do you think is a better kisser” or some shit and from each other it’s like “do you actually get annoyed when I ___” and just overall gossipy but so funny to see each other intrigued by the answer lol
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cw: okay so fuck me because i wrote this and then it didn’t save as a draft so back again. FAVE TYPE OF FICS ARE THE YOUTUBERY JOINT VIDEO INTERVIEWS !!! LOVE THEM !!!!! edit: fank u to those who helped me with the questions !! my brain was not working
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bakugou would hate them. he doesn’t get worried about many things, he usually always has his strength and skills to back him up in most cases. but sharing actual intimate feelings, thoughts and opinions with the world isn’t his thing. he likes the way the public only knows what he lets them know though he also knows your questions are gonna push him far out of his comfort zone.
you’re both wearing the same designer. it’s part of the shoot with the magazine and you look stunning. bandeau top and maxi skirt. while he’s in an easy cream linen shirt and black slacks.
“y’look beautiful,” he says to you, honest and true. he drags your hand onto his lap when the makeup artist that was patting your face finally leaves.
“thanks gorgeous but don’t try and butter me up now. i’ve got all my questions ready,” you grin and bakugou answers by pecking your lips.
“you’re not gonna try ruin my name are you?” he smirks and you only shrug.
“maybe.”
he’s strapped up first. velcro bands at his arms and chest. apparently they’re checking his heartbeat and blood pressure. wires at his temples and scattered all over his skin. honestly it reminds him similarly of a mission he was on a few years back and when he was captured but he pushes that to the back of his mind.
“hello everyone! i’m yn and this is—,”
“katsuki.” always katsuki with you in interviews. on his own he’s dynamight. the thought makes your chest heat.
“and we are doing the lie detector test! katsuki’s already wired up so i’m going to be asking some raw, hard hitting questions.”
bakugou’s eyebrows raise and you know he’s dying to say an inappropriate innuendo. you both blink at each other before you burst out laughing and he smirks.
“yeah, what she said.”
the first one is easy but it’s what you want to hear. you already know the answer, you’re sure the whole world does since this isn’t something he keeps a secret.
“do you love me?”
bakugou grins at you. you’re holding a clip board, eyes bright at excitement towards him and he soaks it all up.
“no. not at all,” he says. he sort of regrets it right after because he sees a hint of disappointment behind your eyes. it’s not like he tells you daily and you’ve been together for a year now.
john, the lie detector guy shakes his head behind you. “he’s lying. a lot. his heart rate is high.”
bakugou flexes his fingers, looking down at them, “just checkin’ this shit works.”
you kick his foot, “don’t lie about that!”
bakugou drops his head onto his shoulder, slow smirk, “you know i love you though?”
a rare bakugou katsuki for the viewers. even the crew is leaning in to know more.
you’re all overwhelmed by his attention, whispering a tiny, “shut up.” then, “@dynamiteforever212, dynamite spelt the right way, asks who do you prefer? deku or yn.”
bakugou scoffs, “obviously you. you’re both annoyin’ though, especially together.”
you fake a gasp, hand to your mouth, “you’re jealous of our beautiful friendship.”
“yeah, no. i think i have more benefits with you than he does.”
you chuckle, “you’re so annoying. next question, @virtualizated asks would you be okay waxing my ass hair?”
bakugou breathes out heavy through his nose, not expecting that question. “no. you should keep it.”
you cover your grin with your mouth, “you’re so silly.”
john speaks, “erm, answer is inconclusive.”
you turn back to katsuki, “you’re lying?”
bakugou shakes his head, “yes i would wax your ass. yes you should keep it.”
“you’re nasty.”
“just for you,” he grins and you roll your eyes.
“he’s telling the truth.”
“do you genuinely think you love me more than i love you?”
bakugou scoffs. this is a conversation you have a lot in your relationship. a cute ‘love you’ ‘love you more’ exchange gone wrong. he knows what the truth is and you’re wrong.
“yeah i do. i do. you don’t get it.”
“he’s telling the truth.”
“see it’s true, i do.”
you frown, “no that just means your head’s so big you think you’re right.” you look at the cameras, pointing at bakugou with your thumb, “i love him more.”
he stares down the camera lens, “she’s wrong. i do.”
“we aren’t doing this again.”
“you brought it up baby.”
“just checking you’re still delusional.”
“sure i am.”
you flick through your cards, “@moominsuki asks, do you think i’m more attractive than you?”
bakugou rolls his eyes. these questions feel obvious, don’t the viewers have eyes?
“of fuckin’ course you are. you seen her? you seen yourself?” he points at you, “i pray to whoever’s up there daily that you keep me around another day.”
your smile fights it’s way onto your cheeks and you feel your body getting warm from his attention.
“he’s telling the truth.”
“you say that like you aren’t completely gorgeous.”
“but babe, we’re not the same. i know i’m not ugly but you’re actually different.”
you bite down on your lip before letting go. he tells you this at home but having an audience to this conversation makes you shy. “good different?”
he nods and there’s no room for you to disagree, “miles away from me. good different.”
you both stare each other for a few seconds, him looking longingly, a tilt of his cheek while you can’t stop fidgeting. you look away abruptly, “okay, n-next question!”
“have you been jealous of anyone recently?”
this time bakugou isn’t as quick to answer so already you know the answer.
he groans, throwing his head back but not being able to move from being strapped in the chair. “how are you askin’ me questions you already know the answer to?”
“because when i asked you before, you denied it.”
bakugou tongues the inside of his cheek. looking at you then away. he’s sexy when he’s stubborn. tense jaw, intriguing frown. even his muscles bulge when he crosses his arm across his chest.
“yes i have been.”
you smirk, “when?”
“oi, let’s wait for john to answer.”
you roll your eyes, “john?”
“he’s telling the truth.”
bakugou grunts, “fucker.”
you laugh, “okay when?”
“i’m sure you’re not even allowed this many questions,” he mutters but he still gives in anyway, “when we had that dumb hero event and that guy started flirtin’ with you.”
you roll your lips in your mouth, loving the entertainment, “why were you jealous when you know i love you?”
bakugou blushes, red flushing his neck and the apples of his cheeks. “i am not admitting this in front of the cameras.” he jolts his head to them and you watch all the crew studying you both, eager for an answer.
you cross your arms, “fine.”
“dynamight, could you? just for editing sake?” a staff member chips in and you do too, “come on dynamight!”
he huffs, closing his eyes before opening them, “he looked similar to your ex boyfriend, who i look nothing alike.”
you pout, rubbing your hand across his thigh, “and you know i love you, that’s an irrational thought and—,”
“you’ll always choose me. yeah i know. you all happy now?”
you and the camera crew all begin to nod.
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It’s just a mission, what could go wrong?
Teen!Gojo Satoru x teenf!reader
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(I guess it’s au since geto is still at jujutsu tech and Gojo and reader are above 18)
just two idiots who’s relationship develop, revealing feelings they had denied for long until they’re forced to be alone together
Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, only one bed trope, mission, slight humour? (Dunno I think I was funny at some points)
Warning: sexual themes(suggestive), mention of genitalia, alcohol consumption, masturbation, mention of blood/injury and swearing (because Gojo strike me as a person who would curse a lot)
AN: if I can shove as many clichés into one fic, then I’ll do precisely that. Read at your own warning.
This took painfully long to write, massive editing, a lot of proofreading, moments where it didn’t save and I had to rewrite… sigh
It’s my first story where I have an actual plot a part from the relationship part, I am personally pleased with this story. There might be some grammar mistakes, incoherent stuff (because I had to rewrite and edit)
Wordcount: 20.2k (phew, sorry)
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"You probably wonder why I summoned the two of you here and not Suguru and Shoko as well?" Two hesitant nods confirms that’s what’s indeed their thoughts.
Yaga take out a piece of paper and continue. "This missions is quite unusual. You will go undercover to investigate the circumstances. Everything you need to know is on this paper"
Quickly you snap the paper from your teachers hand before your white haired teammate had the chance. Scanning the paper, your eyes widen at one particular sentence.
"The two sorcerers will work undercover and act as a young couple on vacation."
The paper gets slightly crumbled as your fingers twitch and a curious head pops over your shoulder to read.
An audible gasp is heard and you turn slightly to meet his blue eyes, staring back at you with equal fear.
"Fuck"
-
The sun barely up and the streets almost empty, the pair walk to the train station. An awkward silence hangs over you and the distance between you bigger than usual.
It’s not that you and Satoru aren’t friends, but you rarely hung out alone. So when Suguru and Shoko aren’t around you tend to be less talkative.
Which is why it’s extra awkward now, because you and Satoru are both extroverts and can talk forever with anyone about anything. Apparently not to each other, and the mission didn’t help either.
"Did you say anything?" You turn to look at him and shake your head. "No, why?" Shooting him a questioning look.
"Oh, thought I heard something. Never mind." Responding with a simple ‘ah’ before the silence fall over you again.
Close to the train station now you check your pockets one last time to make sure you brought everything you need. "Satoru, do you remember which train?"
The boy scratches his head and look around, with the advantage that he easily can look around due to his height. "Yes, I see it. Come hurry!" He grab your wrist and pull you with him through the crowd.
Being on the shorter side you choose to blindly follow him, counting on his height and six eyes finds the way.
You’re in luck, because just as you enter the train the doors close. You place your luggage’s in the storing area and find someplace to sit.
Since it’s still early in the morning and this train going out to the country, not many people are on board. Satoru point at the four-man seating area with a table in the middle.
He convinces you to let him sit facing the right way because apparently ‘the strongest’ might experience motion sickness.
Both of you wanting to sit by the window so your feet are fighting for room as you’re sitting opposite of each other.
In the end he won with his long limbs and you press yours up against the wall under the windowsill. Seeking some support from the air vent since you can’t reach down.
The silence fill your space again, and you quietly pull up some sandwiches from your backpack. Handing him one he grin and thanks you.
This time the silence is comfortable, just eating and looking out of the window. None of you aware how both of you glanced at the other when they weren’t looking.
You feel your eyes about to close, but the moment Satoru’s phone rings you’re pulled awake.
"Yo, Suguru! Missing me already?" You place your index finger over your lips to tell your mission partner to lower his voice.
He rolls his eyes and point with his eyes to the empty wagon and continue yappering. You mute him out by putting on your headset and look out the window again, chin resting in your palm and you try to sleep.
Your relaxing moment is ruined quickly as you feel a pair of feet kick yours. "Do you have a charger? My phone battery died." He ignores your glaring. In order to keep the peace you search in your backpack and sigh.
"Shit, sorry. I forgot mine." He look at you from above his glasses not believing you. He grab the backpack himself and start to search it.
"How could you forget to pack a charger?" Pouting as he hand you back the backpack.
"How could you forget to pack one?" Annoyed you snap at him and pull the backpack a little harsher than he expected from his grip.
You’re on your third attempt to get some sleep, but the sound of Satoru’s fingers tapping the table and his feet moving restless making it impossible.
"Satoru, for the love of god. Can you please just be quiet?" Through your one open eye you see him cross his arms over his chest and pouts.
-
"Psst, hey. Wake up." So this time he did give you more than five minutes before annoying you. According to your watch Satoru had managed to survive for twenty minutes.
Pretending you don’t hear him only made it worse, fingers began poking your cheek repeatedly. "Oh you’re awake, good."
Satoru ignoring the fact that he’s the one waking you up smile in joy. "I’m bored."
In the end, the best way to make this train ride bearable was to just entertain the boy. Which turned out to actually be more fun.
Luckily no other passenger had seated themselves in this wagon, so you and Satoru could talk and laugh.
He had brought a card deck with him and tried his best to teach you a game. Which he didn’t remember well and you suspect he was making stuff up.
"Cheater!" You faux pout at him and jump over the table to steal the cards in his hands. Satoru pull his arm behind him and you stretch out to reach them.
As your shorter hands try to reach his longer, you fall into his lap and you hear Satoru’s ‘huff’ when your whole weight land on his groin.
Both freeze and stare at each other in shock, he winces slightly from the pain as your knee is planted into his most precious area.
Your nose tip touches his and you both turn to a hundred shades of red before you wiggle away. Adding more pressure with your knee and Satoru’s painful high pitch squeal fill the room.
Standing up you look as the poor boy sinks down into a fetal position with his hands covering his groin. You swear there’s tears in his eyes, but the black tinted glasses made it impossible to know for sure.
"Satoru, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?" His face planted down into the seat and his trembling arm up to give you a thumbs up.
"I’ll… live." You can’t help but giggle a little at his voice still in a high pitch.
For some reason your giggles fill Satoru with a fluttering feeling and he wants nothing more than to turn those giggles into laughs.
Mission succeeds when he in an over dramatic sense toss around in his seat groaning in pain. "Gonna call you the nutcracker from this day on."
"Then that makes you Barbie!" You shoot in between the laughs.
-
Arriving at your destination you look around, there’s actually a lot of people coming off the train.
The station is crowded and you do your best to not lose Satoru while at the same time you try to make sure you don’t lose your luggage.
Only a second looking down and he’s out of sight. In panic you look around searching the crowd for a white head. Reaching for your phone you dial his number only to be met with the voicemail.
"Right, his phone died." muttering to yourself. You decide to just get out of the station and hope he does the same.
His voice suddenly heard in the distance and you turn to the source. As you close in on him you make out what he actually has been shouting.
"FIND THE HALFLING!"
You run toward him and place a firm hand over his mouth, glaring at him for calling you a halfling.
His warm breath tickle the skin of your palm from his giggles. You hear him mumbling and remove your hand.
Dramatically inhaling some air, Satoru smirks at you. "There’s the little hobbit." You regret moving your hand.
"Just teasing ya, come on let’s go. According to this map sign, we should be able to walk to the ryokan."
-
Sweating, panting and dying, you finally walk the last steps of the long staircase. Yes, according to the map it’s a very short distance, but it didn’t mention the hundredths of stairs.
Down on your knees and feeling like you’re going to puke, a teasing chuckle haunting you. You look up and sweat drip in your eyes making Satoru’s silhouette groggy.
Completely unfazed after climbing the stairs, not even a droplet of sweat or any irregular breathing. "I hate you."
"No you don’t, now come on. We’re here." He pull you up and use his sleeve to wipe the sweat from your face before adjusting your clothes. And then the unexpected, he kiss your forehead and intertwine his hand with yours.
"Satoru, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?" Trying to pull your hand out of his and concealing how flustered you are.
He look at you with a serious face and whisper in your ear "mission starts now", before walking with you in his grip. Doing your best to compose yourself you follow suit.
The ryokan is small and cute, it’s a typical traditional inn with available bathhouse. The cherry blossom trees are close to blooming and you hope to see how their pink leaves paint the landscape beautifully.
Satoru notice how you’re struggling to focus and leans into your ear "just follow my lead and when we’re done checking in we’ll start planning." A gentle squeeze before letting your hand go.
At the reception a young boy greets you, not older than maybe ten. "Welcome, how can I help you?" He’s polite and mature for his age.
"We’ve booked a room for two, the name is ‘Yaga’ if I remember correctly." You hope it’s unnoticeable how you cringe at Satoru’s sudden politeness.
"Ah yes, I know the name. Yaga is a family friend of ours and come her often. So when he told us his niece and her boyfriend would stay we made sure to have the best room available." While the boy talks and hands out pamphlets you notice he was standing on a stool.
Satoru notice too and you exchange a ‘we’re definitely laughing at this later’ look.
Thanking the boy as he hands you the key about to walk, he shouts after you. His true age suddenly showing when he can’t conceal his excitement.
"Come here." He gesture you to come closer as he whisper in your ears in a childish tone. "Not many people know about this, but there’s a really cool natural hot spring further up the mountain. I only share this information with the cool guests."
Snickering in content as he waves you off and you and Satoru just smile at how cute and silly the boy looked.
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You’re standing behind Satoru when he opens the door, his form still and he’s quiet. You try to jump up behind him to see what made the strongest sorcerer freeze on the spot, but with no luck.
"Satoru, what is it? Move—" you muster all your strength into pushing him into the room, Satoru manage to stay on his feet.
Just like him, you also freeze on the spot. Eyes widening the more you scan the room and take in the sight before you.
You hear him drop his bag on the ground and clear his throat. "I know we’re supposed to be a couple, but what the fuck did Yaga tell them?"
The room itself is decorated traditionally with deep oak linings against creamy white walls. Floors covered in mint green square carpets and a small kitchen area to the left. A typical tatami room.
In the middle of the room is a sitting area with table and pillows with view out of the huge glass windows. The climb up to the ryokan proves to be worth it, the view from your room is magical.
Far up on the mountainside you could see over the city below and the ocean further. That landscape is framed by a mixture of green and pink trees and a nice garden.
There’s only one shared futon in the far right corner, covered in rose petal formed like a heart. "Yeah, I wonder what Yaga told them…" you mumble and force yourself to move.
"Let’s sort out the sleeping arrangement later, I need to shower." Looking around you notice the room did not have a shower and your brows frown.
"Satoru, I’m going to ask the receptionist about the bathroom. If you’re still standing there like an idiot I’ll knee your balls again."
You close the door behind you, leaving a very broken Gojo Satoru alone. He didn’t know why his heart had clenched itself at the sight of the futon. Unable to move his mind was racing through so many thought and he felt a mental collapse.
The worst part is he can’t call Suguru for aid and he has to figure out himself why he feels all ticklish inside.
Satoru came to the conclusion that it must be a delayed motion sickness. It takes him a few minutes after you left the room for him to regain control over his limbs.
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"Sorry, miss! I forgot to inform you about our shared bathroom arrangement. The toilets and showers are connected with the bathhouse facility." Thanking the boy you make your way back to your room.
Glad to see that Satoru had moved from his spot and you find him sitting on the porch outside in a sun-bed. It’s still early spring and the spring breeze makes you shiver.
"You shouldn’t leave the door open like this, you’re letting the cold inside." You must’ve interrupted his deep thoughts because the moment you spoke he jump up from his seat.
"Fuck, you’re back already? Sorry about that." His eyes linger in the horizon a moment longer before he looks up at you.
"So, where’s the toilets and showers?" You lay down on the sun-bed next to him, only divided by a small table.
His face light up at the mention of bathhouse. "Oh let’s go there, would be nice with a warm bath, yeah? Him, is there something on my face?" Your eyes must’ve lingered in him longer than you wanted and you turn away.
"N-no." You mumble and stare straight ahead ignoring his questioning expression. "A bath would be nice." Agreeing to his proposal and you walk together to the bathhouse.
-
Before going into the bath you took a shower cleaning off the sweat from your walk earlier. It’s an outdoor bath build over a natural hot spring.
You wrap the small towel around your form, barely giving any coverage. You didn’t mind because you wouldn’t need it when you enter the water.
Slipping out of your footwear you take off your towel and neatly fold it on a bench. The air is cold and a slight fog hangs around from the hot bath water.
"Wow, you’re not the shy type, eh?"
Turning to the voice only a few metres away from you, your eye twitch in unison with your mouth. With only his head above water he look at you with blushed cheeks. Probably the heat from the waters, but the slight flicker of shyness in his eyes gave him away.
Your eyes flicker between him and the towel messily spread on the ground instead of neatly placed on a bench. "…Satoru?"
"Are you naked?" A wide grin spread on his mouth and he nods.
"Like the day I was born." You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts and you put more distance between you.
"Guess it’s a shared bath." Satoru might be a smart and clever boy, but sometimes he’s just so slow. You don’t know if he’s being dumb on purpose or is actually an idiot.
"Good work figuring that out, Einstein."
There it is again, the awkward silence you both had overwon on the train ride. You let the water cover you all up to your nose and you sneak a peak over at him.
His eyes are closed and he’s leaning his head back on the wall behind him. His hair is flat from the damp and bangs sticking to his forehead.
The water reach his shoulders and upper part of his chest and you take the opportunity to admire him while his eyes are still closed.
"You know I can see you even with my eyes closed, perv." Shooting you a look with his one eye before closing it again.
"If that’s the case then you’re the perv. Perv!" He snorts and turn his face in your direction, smirking. "That made no sense."
Suddenly feeling aware of the fact that Satoru can see your naked form you cover yourself underneath the water.
Satoru notice, but decide to not say anything. A small part of him is hoping that if he doesn’t confirm your theory you will eventually remove your hands.
Maybe he is the pervert here.
"So… the mission?" Your voice quiet. Satoru turn to you and hold his hand behind his ear to say ‘can’t hear you’ and you move closer to him.
"The mission." With only a meter between you now, you shout again.
"No need to shout, I can hear you perfectly fine." In your mind you go through different scenarios on how to drown him successfully in the bath.
"Alright, so the mission, right. So according to the paper we got from Yaga-sensei, there have been abnormal occurrences. People go missing, weird sounds at night and animals fleeing the mountains and woods."
You nod to tell him to continue.
"I thought it was strange that we had to go undercover for this mission and not go straight at the curse, but after my phone died and I had to be alone with my thought…" you blankly stare at him, telling him to get to the point.
"The curse is among the villagers here. It’s intelligent. Which means in order for us to succeed we have to blend in and quietly investigate. So as long as we mask our cursed energy like we’ve done so far we should be fine."
You’re impressed by how much Satoru had thought about this, revealing his sharp mind.
"From the small time since we arrived, have you noticed anything?" You didn’t know you were closing the distance or notice how you were now sitting right next to him.
With no plans to point it out, Satoru indulge himself in your closeness and answer your questions.
"I picked up cursed energy in the area above the ryokan, deeper into the woods. So we should have our little ‘date’ there tomorrow."
Giggling at the way he said ‘date’ you’re about to playfully shove his shoulder, but he moved on instinct making you fall right into his lap. Again.
Looking for something to lean on you accidentally grab something soft. Before realising what this actually was you give it a squeeze and it twitched slightly in your grip.
"Oh my—" you throw yourself away from him. At that moment you feel as if you would die, and the expression on Satoru’s face told you he felt the same.
"What’s up with you and my dick?" He almost sobs in embarrassment and quickly climbs up from the bath and walk to the showers.
You’re left alone with your thoughts and you look down at your hand that only moments earlier had groped your mission partners penis.
Feelings of guilt and embarrassment filling you up, but for some reason you start to laugh. Hearing yourself laughing like a maniac as you remember the utter terror plastered on Satoru’s face.
-
Careful movements when you enter the room, now, guilt occupying your mind and you find Satoru laying on the sun-bed again under e blanket and a cup of tea.
You walk to the (again open) door and you stand before him. He’s obviously avoiding to look at you, his cheeks still with a hint of pink.
"Satoru, I’m sorry." No answer. You move to be in his eyesight only for him to look another way.
"Come on, don’t be like that. I’m truly sorry." Frustrated that he didn’t say anything you lay down on your knees and starts to beg.
"Gojo Satoru, please forgive me for touching your penis without your consent. I promise it was an accident and I’m sorry."
"You forgot about the part where you squeezed it…" barely a mumble, but you caught his words.
"Of course yes. Sorry for not only grabbing your penis, but also slightly squeezing it in the process."
He’s silence for a while, you still have your head glued to the ground in anticipation. His sigh tells you that you can look up.
"I forgive you, but please try and fight your urges to touch my dick anymore on this mission."
His words make you fluster, but you swallow the feeling. "I will try my best to not touch your penis again, Gojo-sama." You feel relief when he giggle at your response, thankful the awkward moment finally over.
"Tea?" You nod and he stands up to prepare another cup. Watching the sunset together in a comfortable silence before you go inside.
Daylight no longer illuminating your room, you search around for a light switch. Whoever built this place must’ve been against the idea of easy access to one.
Underneath the kitchen cabinets you find one and turn it on. The light is dim, but enough for you to find your way around the room.
The only sink is the one in the kitchen and you brush your teeth. Wondering where Satoru had disappeared.
You took the opportunity to change into your sleepwear and then you remember the shared futon. Looking in closets and cabinets in hope for a spare futon, you sigh in defeat when you find nothing.
Satoru enters the room wearing a white t-shirt and loose fitting black pants, he look at your defeated form on the floor. "Did you die?"
Groaning you lift your head up to meet his gaze and point at the futon. "There’s no extra futon, can you go to the reception and ask for one?"
"Oh, yeah I was just down there and it’s closed for today. I can probably just bring one of the sun-beds inside and sleep on it." Touched by his offer, you shake your head. It would only be worse if he didn’t get proper rest on this mission.
"No, we can share. Let’s just remove those damn rose petals." Together you pick off the petals and place them in a bowl.
There’s only one duvet on the futon, you go to grab the thin blanket Satoru had been wrapped in earlier. Turning off the kitchen lights on your way back to the sleeping area.
"You can have the duvet." Smiling awkwardly at him you wrap yourself in the blanket and turn your back to him. You mumble ‘good night’ to him.
"Night."
-
Satoru had lost count on how many hours had passed since you said your ‘good nights’. He felt nauseous and lightheaded from all the thoughts circling inside his head.
He didn’t know this mission would prove to be this straining before it even began. At first he’d been excited because he knew you were fun to hang around.
But he was surprised at how tense and awkward it had been on your way to the train station. Usually the two of you laughed and cracked jokes all the time, but he can’t remember you spending any time just the two of you.
Your classmates Suguru and Shoko were always hanging around with you and just now did he realise how much their presence affected the group dynamic.
Satoru felt more nervous around you, without his best friend behind him he struggled to know how to behave. Now he thinks twice before daring to say anything, terrified of how you might react. Which is unusual.
It’s annoying that he cares about your reactions, when he never before bothered to. The feeling he got when you laughed at him in the train was something he wants to feel again.
Tossing and turning he look over at your sleeping form. You’re laying on your back now and low snores escape your half open mouth.
He could see the goosebump on your shoulders form and the way you slightly shiver between snores. The duvet is big enough for you to share without having to touch each other, so he covers your form with half of it before he turn his back to you.
Thankful when he feels himself drift off into sleep, this mission would only be worse if he had to be sleep deprived on top of everything that has already happened.
-
You wake up, still on your side of the mattress thankfully. Feeling the warmth of the duvet over you, you look at the man next to you.
The duvet was larger than you thought and even when you were on each side of the mattress the duvet covered you both with no problem.
A tiny smile tug at your lips when you figure he must’ve covered you in it. You remember how you shivered before falling asleep, but too embarrassed to admit it.
Satoru is sleeping on his stomach, face turned away from you and his arms underneath his pillow. The duvet had slipped down and now resting at the curve of his round butt.
You bite hard on your bottom lip as punishment for admiring his ass like a… pervert. For some reason watching him like that made you feel something. Not quite sure what, but it’s annoying and you huff as you turn on your back.
Your eyes look around the room now lit up from the faint rays of morning sun, you almost want to scream when you see a light switch right next to the door.
Taking a mental note where it is you look up at the roof, but somehow can’t stop yourself from sneaking another glance at his sleeping form.
The fact that Gojo Satoru is handsome is very obvious, you’d be a blind person to not see it. This however doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a matter of fact and not your opinion.
You hear him snoring into the pillow and it’s almost soothing, until it sounded like he’s about to choke. Abruptly he lift his head and inhale deeply before exhaling.
Observing him with a humoured expression and a snort giving you away, Satoru turn to you with the biggest morning face you’d ever seen on a person.
His eyes puffy and marks after the pillow on his face. He didn’t seem fully awake as he stare at you and you cover your mouth with a hand.
"Shut the fuck up." He mumbles before his head fall into the pillow again.
You sneak up from the futon, the duvet sliding off and you take one last look at his well sculpted butt before covering him.
He’ll never know about this.
Sadly, his six eyes saw more than you knew and Satoru found himself smiling into his pillow before drifting off to sleep again.
-
"It’s really cold outside." Huffing into your jacket as you walk up the forest path. "I wonder if the cherry blossom trees will bloom while we’re here."
You’re rambling away to fill up the silence between you, Satoru’s only giving you half heartedly answers, not actually paying attention.
"Sometimes I like to put on sexy underwear underneath my uniform, it makes me feel stronger when fighting curses."
"Sure, same here."
That confirms how out of it he actually is, you halt your movements and watch as he continue to walk.
Picking up a pine cone you toss it and hit him right at the back of his head. "Hey! What the fuck was that?"
"Sorry." You shrug with a grin on your face and he shoots you an annoyed look from behind his glasses. "Bully." He mumbles and turn his back to you and starts walking again.
You run up to his side and look at him curiously, wondering why he’s acting to weird and distant all of the sudden. For some reason you’re scared he’s angry at you.
"Satoru?" Gently tugging at his sleeve he reply with a ‘hn?’
"Are you okay?" He sigh and stops.
"Just a headache, i’m fine." Giving you a reassuring smile that didn’t seem genuine at all.
Deciding not to dwell on it more you walk in silence. You groan when a long staircase reveals itself before you, your legs still aching after yesterday.
"Can we take a little break?" Satoru nods and sits down on the step, long legs stretching out before him.
You sit next to him and notice how long his legs are compared to yours.
"Sorry for being so quiet, it’s just that I’ve overused my six eyes and since I cant turn them off it’s just really draining." He pinch between his brows with his fingers before rubbing his temples.
With little knowledge of the six eyes, all you know it’s a very rare gift and together with the limitless makes whoever wields it incredibly strong and powerful.
"We can go back and you can rest a little. Yaga-sensei said we had a week to complete this mission." None of you commented how your hand rubs his knee or that he slightly lean his knee more into your touch.
Even with his black glasses you could see how he was torn, he wanted nothing more than to just lay down with a blindfold on and sleep. Still, they were on a mission and they’d risk prolonging it if they turn back now.
"Let’s just finish scouting this area and then we’ll go back."
The steps felt less agonising than those yesterday, maybe because you didn’t have any luggage. Or because Satoru had been behind you and basically pushing you up as he walked.
"Fuck. Didn’t think someone so short would be this heavy." You give him credit for trying at least, but his tiredness too obvious in his voice.
You turn to look at him, finally on eye level with him because of the stairs. "Because I’m pure muscles you see." Flexing a scrawny arm at him which snuck out a little laugh from him.
"Yeah, yeah miss muscles. Turn that pretty little body of yours around and continue walking." Before you could do as told he had already spun you around, his hands lingering on your hips before they’re gone.
Continuing walking up you smile when you arrive at the last step. There’s a bench and you drag your companion to it and force him to sit and enjoy the view with you.
"Shoko and Suguru would’ve loved this place." You murmur and he agrees. "It’s really weird that they’re not here with us." Pointing out the elephant in the room for the first time.
You can’t see his eyes, but you feel him looking at you. "Yeah, I wonder what they’re doing right now."
"Want to call them and ask?" You pull up your phone and throw it to him. Out of sympathy for him you had avoided using your phone since his died, so you still had enough power to make a few phone calls. Turning the phone off between usage to save the battery.
Finally a heartfelt smile on his lips again and he excitedly dial Suguru’s number. Even if it’s saved in your contact, Satoru knows his best friend’s number by heart.
"Suguru! I’m alive. We’re alive. Sorry for just disappearing yesterday, my phone died and then—" Satoru looks at you asking for permission to walk further away to speak with his friend in privacy and you nod. "Just tell Suguru I said hi!" You shout after him.
-
Suguru had just finished a mission and is walking back to school when he see you calling him. He already knows that it was Satoru and smile when he answers.
Being Gojo Satoru’s best friend had its ups and downs. The dark haired boy found out early on that his friend was bad at understanding basic human behaviour.
Listening to Satoru try to explain these weird bodily occurrences and unable to figure out what the cause of them were. Suguru found it amusing how dense his friend could be at times.
His friend just described the feelings of being in love and somehow turn it into motion sickness or climate changes was hilarious. Suguru could only chuckle and he decides to let his friend figure this out himself. He couldn’t be that stupid.
"Ah, but Suguru I gotta go, my mission partner says hi as well. She demands her phone back so gotta go— oof, hey! I was just about to hang u—"
The call ended and Suguru shake his head, he couldn’t wait for you to come back. It was quiet without you two idiots.
-
"Thanks for the borrow." He toss the phone at you and you gracefully capture it, turning it off before placing it in your pocket.
"How are they doing back home?" Satoru in a much better mood talk about his conversation with Suguru, leaving out the parts about his ongoing motion sickness. He knew you’d only worry about him.
A spike of strong cursed energy starts to spread around behind you, you’re tempted to turn around, but that would only blow your cover. Satoru’s six eyes to see for the both of you and you feel safe knowing he’s there.
You feel him lean into you and wrap an arm around your shoulders, his warmth inviting and shelter you from the mountain draft. Your head rests on his chest and his heartbeats soothes your nerves.
The ominous aura is like a coat hanging over you and you do your best to seem unbothered. He pulls you closer to him, the touch welcoming, his hand combing through your hair.
"There’s something watching us from behind those trees." He whisper into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine, unsure if it’s from his warm breath or the slight fear running through your veins.
From behind it must look like he’s kissing you and you fall into the role of girlfriend to discreetly let him know that you want nothing more than to leave.
"Satoru-kun, you’re such a tease." Giggling as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. "We should wait until we’re in our room."
A little taken aback by your sudden acting, but he quickly follow your lead. "Sorry, princess. You’re just so cute." He turn his head to kiss your hair and discreetly glance into the bushes.
So quick it was impossible for the naked eye to capture, before looking forward again. "What do you say we go back to the ryokan and enjoy ourselves a warm bath? You’re shivering babe."
Relieved when he understood what you want and you may have pushed your luck when the next words exit your mouth. "Only if you carry me down the stairs, Satoru-kun."
You felt a pinch on your arm, he’s clearly displeased by your suggestion, but because of the situation he couldn’t deny it. Snickering inwardly as he knees in front of you, offering you his back.
"Yay, piggyback rides!" He huffs when you jump on him and wrap your arms around his neck. His arms grab your thighs hoisting you up in a comfortable position before your legs rest around his slim waist.
The further down the stairs you went you could feel the cursed energy slowly disappear. Satoru didn’t hesitate to drop you on the ground the moment he knew the curse couldn’t see you anymore.
"Hey, that hurt!" Pouting at him, but Satoru couldn’t care less about your pain. "That’s what you get for forcing me to carry your heavy ass down the stairs."
You try to look innocent, but your little devilish smirk gave you away. Standing up you’re about to walk when something heavy weights you down.
Gojo fucking Satoru with his almost two metre length now cradling your back like a little (huge) monkey. "My turn." you were thankfully done with the stairs and you decide that you’ll show him true strength.
His feet almost touching the ground and you constantly readjust your grip to not drop him. Even how tempting it was to return the favour.
Satoru is actually impressed that you carried him the rest of the way and like a koala he wrapped himself around you, his head resting on top of yours.
The migraine that had been boiling since this morning start to kick in and he close his eyes. Trusting you to get both of you back.
Burying his nose into your hair and try his best to sneak in a little sniff, not because he’s a pervert — it’s just the smell of your shampoo is really nice. No other reason.
"Satoru, we’re here."
"You liar, we’re not inside our room." You’re tempted to drop him at his childish remark, but you knew he’s struggling with a headache and decide that he’ll get away this time, but only this time.
"Welcome back! How was your hike?" The boy you met yesterday smiles from behind the desk. You had learned his name to be Yun and he’s the grandson of the owners.
The ryokan had been in the family for many years, according to his grandparents all the way back to the heian era, but they had no documentation to prove that statement.
However it’s a great way to lure in tourists and during peak season they were usually swamped.
"Good day, Yun. It was a lovely hike, however the amount of stairs nearly killed me." You laugh politely and adjust your grip on the freeloader on your back.
"Did you guys see the natural hot springs? They are pretty close to the bench at the top of the stairs." You feel Satoru twitch a little at the boys words and you frown.
"We only stopped by the bench, my boyfriend isn’t feeling well so we decided to go back."
You say goodbye to Yun and drag yourself and Satoru along to your room, he’s humming in your ear in delight at the sight of your door.
The moment you close the door behind you, Satoru slides off your back and down to the floor, the migraine too painful now that he allowed himself to relax.
"Can you help me to the futon?" His voice weak and it’s obvious how much of his pride it took to ask you that favour.
He leans on you and you help him kick off his shoes before walking him to the futon. He search his backpack and pull out bandages and painkillers.
You run to kitchen and pour a glass of water for him, almost as if you read his mind. He thanks you and swallow the painkillers and remove his sunglasses. He hope to be able to lay down and rest before the nausea kicks in.
"Sorry, but I’m going to be out of it for a few hours. Hope you don’t mind." With precise movements he wrap the bandage over his eyes, now in only his t-shirt and boxers. Pulling the duvet over his head to keep as much light out.
You hope that some rest would help him, this mission will fail without him. With a frown you observe the faint grunts from underneath the duvet.
"I’m going to the bathhouse, you just relax. Anything else I can do before I leave?"
"Could you open the door to the porch? And cover any light source?" You do as he told, his voice giving you no indication he’s in the mood for any jokes.
"Thank you." His voice soft and you smile at how sweet and polite he can be. You close the door behind you and walk over to the bathhouse.
-
This time there were other guests here and you feel a little self conscious potentially being naked in front of strangers. Luckily there’s only a group of old ladies chatting in a corner.
"Oh, what a young and beautiful girl we have here. Are you the one with that handsome boy?" Despite their questions being very direct and private, you sense only kindness.
"Yes, I’m with the tall boy with the sunglasses."
They’re closer to eighty, but your answer make them squeal like teenagers. "Oh come join us!"
At first you were hesitant to join them, but as the conversation starts to flow you’re finding the company enjoyable.
Being an extrovert by nature, you didn’t mind chatting up strangers. Which is probably why you were sent on this mission alongside Satoru.
In order for an undercover mission to succeed, you’d need to be able to act natural and open. People tend to be suspicious of those who stay quiet or act mysterious.
"Neh, did you hear about those disappearances?" One of the ladies whisper, her friend shoves her shoulder gently to stop her from scaring you.
"If she had she and her boyfriend probably wouldn’t have come here." Shooting her friend a strict frown.
Curiousity taking over you as you indulge further into the topic. "Disappearances? What do you mean?"
The three women exchange looks, contemplating if they should tell you or not. Nodding at each other, one of them speak.
"During the last couple of months, an eerie shadow started to linger over this mountain and in that time people have been disappearing. Young couples." She stop for a second "young couples like you and your companion."
"Does anyone know what it is?" Cursing yourself for not saying ‘who’ it is, because any normal person would assume it’s humans and not some supernatural beings.
"No, but they say somewhere around the mountains natural hot springs a silhouette of a child wanders around. It’s a bad omen to see it."
You felt chills all over your body, nothing’s creepier than children walking around in the fucking woods.
"Oooh, scary! Luckily I have my big and strong boyfriend to keep me safe." You faux squeal before laughing, the ladies laugh with you and they blush at the thought of your handsome boyfriend.
"You really are one lucky girl, when I saw you two yesterday arrive at the ryokan I couldn’t help but admire you. Such a pretty girl and a sexy ma—" her friend again shoves her in the side. Apparently she was the chatty one, you take notes to make sure you ask her if you want to know more.
"Ah yes, they truly look perfect together. Reminds me of me and my late husband." The other chips in.
"Do you guys know if there’s happened anything recently? Me and Satoru-kun was planning on going to those hot spring during our trip, but now I don’t know." You should get an award for your acting.
"It’s been over a month now since last time, but that’s mostly because young couples tend to avoid coming here now." A sad look on her face as she continues.
"I remember this ryokan used to be filled with young couples in love, especially during the spring season. Now it’s mostly us old folks reminiscing their past and soaking in the bathhouse."
You place a soothing hand on her shoulder and smiles, she probably thought about her late husband.
In an attempt to find an excuse to say goodbye you thank the sun for setting. "I have to go back to my boyfriend, thanks a lot for the chat."
"Be careful and don’t go out when it’s dark outside." She meant well, but it was still spooky the way she said it. Old ladies had a tendency to sound scary even when they don’t intend to.
"Oh! Don’t forget to come to the party being held in a few days! A lot of people from town are coming so you’ll have a chance to chat up younger folks." You thank the woman for the information and when you walk past the lobby you ask Yun about it. He hands you a brochure, nodding politely at him.
-
Back in your room, Satoru is still in his little ‘coma’ and you tiptoe your way to the kitchen. Setting the kettle on to make yourselves some tea. While the water boils you walk over to him and you poke his cheek lightly.
"Are you still alive?"
He grunts and you see him frown underneath the bandages. "Yes." He didn’t sound sleepy, only annoyed.
"Did your little therapy session help?"
"A little."
He sits up and remove the bandages before joining you in the sitting area and gladly accept the tea. You watch as he adds not one, not two and not three, but five sugar cubes to it.
"That’s basically just syrup at this point." The corner of his mouth twitch at your comment. Taking a sip from his sweet sugary tea he peak at you and winks.
"You said you’ve learned something? Care to share with the class?"
He seems to be in better shape now, judging by the lighter tone in his voice, less restraint when he speaks. You’re glad, this missions would fail without him.
You share everything you learned from the ladies and Satoru listens intently and he drink every single word just like the tea before him. His facial expression change as he chews on the new information.
Satoru’s reaction is the same as yours when you mention the child roaming the woods at night, you both shiver dramatically.
"But that’s actually interesting." He interrupts, his chin resting in his palm and head slightly tilted to the side. His eyes look like they’re searching for something and then they land on you.
Your heartbeat quicken from the surprise eye contact. "Don’t you think it’s weird that the boy at the reception kept mentioning those hot springs knowing about the disappearances?"
You think of Yun, and you did want to object to whatever Satoru was implying, but you aren’t stupid. When Satoru put it like that, it’s very obvious that the boy is suspicious."
"We’ll go there tomorrow night. After the reception closes. My eyes still aches a little so I’m gonna need my beauty sleep."
Soft giggles escape your mouth, Satoru could be such a princess at times and he was doing it on purpose because he knew how funny you found it. You lightly shove his shoulder before taking the empty cups to the sink.
Surprised at the sudden contact when Satoru stands behind you, his body pushes against your back and force you to hold the counter for support. "Wha—?"
"Sorry, needed a glass." You wonder why he lingered, even with the glass in his hand and you turn around to face him. That resulted in your head bumping into his chin and a low crack’s heard.
"Ah, fuck. You’re really intent on harming me constantly on this mission." His hand rubs his chin and he frown down at you — still very close — and you try to hide a snicker.
With a yelp you feel yourself pushed even closer to the counter, the edge of digging into your back and you look up to see Satoru’s mouth formed into a devilish smirk.
He leans over you to pour water in the glass, without breaking eye contact as he does. Your hands feel clam and when he moves you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
A little while later you both went to the bathhouse wardrobes to brush your teeth and use the toilet.
On your way back to the room you bump into Satoru who exit the male wardrobe. Naturally you walk together to your room, but only one of you noticed the pair of eyes looking at you from a distance.
"Ladies first." His arm out to allow you to enter first, you bow as a thanks and run to the futon and cover yourself in the duvet. Exhaling in delight at the warmth around you.
Last night had gone well and you felt less nervous about sharing the futon or the duvet this time around. You even dared to lay a little closer to the middle this time.
"Satoru?"
You hear him shuffle beside you and grunts a low ‘hn’. He’s wearing the bandages over his eyes again.
"Why do you think the curse is after young couples explicitly?" You turn to look at him and even without seeing his eyes you could tell they were open as he face the ceiling.
"I’ve been thinking about that, but right now I can’t really know for sure. We’ll investigate further tomorrow. Maybe you could chat with the boy?" Satoru had observed how smitten the boy was by you, he didn’t blame him. You’re a really pretty girl with a kind heart, and on rare occasions could be funny.
"I can try, but I’m not really sure how to do it without rising any suspicions."
"You’re a clever one, you’ll figure it out. Good night."
"Good night ‘Toru."
Without realising what you just called him you turn on your side, your back to him and close your eyes. Leaving the boy next to you with slightly faster heartbeats.
I should see Shoko about this, might not be motion sickness after all. Probably something worse like a heart attack.
-
Before leaving your room, the thought of wrecking something was temping, but you didn’t want to risk an ear-lashing from Yaga-sensei.
While your mission is to extract information from Yun and it shouldn’t be too difficult if Satoru’s statement about the boy being smitten by you, you still had to be clever about it. The boy didn’t seem stupid and if he truly is related to the disappearances he’ll quickly catch on.
After grinding your brain for ideas, a lightbulb lit above your head. A weeping, heartbroken and vulnerable girl would most definitely lure him in — if he’s smitten by you, that is.
You rub, poke and do your best to make your eyes swollen and puffy. With one look in the small mirror you smile confidently at your efforts. Pinching your nose as a last finishing touch before walking to the reception.
"Good morning, miss!— oh, are you okay?" Bingo.
"M-morning, Yun-kun. I’m fine, I guess." A faint blush on his cheeks at your added ‘-kun’ on his name.
He works up courage to join you on the bench, keeping a respectable distance. When he’s not standing behind the counter on the stool you notice how short he really is. Too short for his age, he appears younger and you almost feel bad for tricking him. Almost.
"Where’s your boyfriend?" Young and naive, he still haven’t learned how to conceal the jealousy in his voice when the word ‘boyfriend’ left his lips.
Wiping a non-existent tear you sigh. "We… had a fight and he went out."
"Sorry if this is very unprofessional of me, but he seems like a jerk. The way he made you carry him yesterday." You hide your snort with a sob and look at him.
"It’s okay, you’re kinda right. He really is a jerk. Now he went to those hot springs you talked about by himself." You notice a slight shift in the boy at the mention of the hot springs.
"Really?" His tone shifts and you see him nibbling on his lower lip with his teeth.
"Maybe I should go after him. What do you think, Yun-kun?" Yun thinks for a minute and his face turn into a polite smile.
"I think that’s a great idea." There’s something in his expression that you struggle to read. "But the hot springs are usually very crowded at these hours, if you want it to be more romantic you should go later."
Satoru was right, something about this boy is suspicious, but you had him reeled in and you take advantage of the moment.
"Yun-kun, you’re really mature for your age. Why is that?" Blushing at your words, his fingers fiddle with the fabric of his shirt.
"M-my grandparents I guess, after my parents walked out on me they took me in. Giving me work and helping me with my studies."
The mention of parents intrigued you and you took a chance at digging further.
"That’s really nice of them, but sorry I couldn’t help my curiosity. You say your parents walked out on you? Why?"
You notice Yun’s eyes turn glossy and his lips tremble. "They had me at a pretty young age and somehow figured it was better for my grandparents to raise me." The way your hand naturally fell onto his shoulder to stroke it affectionately put him at ease.
"That must’ve been really terrible, thank you for sharing with me. How old were you when it happened?" Oh no, too obvious. You think and quickly add "I mean me and Satoru are thinking of having children ourselves, but we’re still only teenagers."
Hoping you managed to save yourself, Yun look at you and as he’s about to speak, a door opening interrupts you.
In walks Satoru and his eyes land on you and Yun, he frown at your hand on the boys shoulder. "Heh, trying to steal my girlfriend?" He smirks and Yun quickly stands up and bows.
"Oh, no! Sorry about that sir. We were just talking." Swiftly he move behind the counter and smile politely. Satoru looks at you with curiosity before his gaze turn to Yun.
You’re both surprised when Yun suddenly speak in a low voice. "Maybe if you treat her better and stop being a jerk you wouldn’t have to worry about people trying to steal her."
Speechless Satoru turn to you, and notice your puffy and red eyes. He assumes it’s part of some plan and he kneels in front of you to cup your cheek. "Babe, have I done something wrong?" You know he’s only acting, but there’s a sincerity his eyes and you can’t help the little clench in your chest.
"She’s sad because you went to the hot springs alone." Yun speak in a not-so-polite tone and you’re able to tear your eyes from Satoru’s.
"It’s okay Yun-kun, thanks for the back up. But I need to talk to my boyfriend alone."
Yun gives you an assuring smile as you and Satoru walk to your room, Satoru figure having his arm around your shoulder would make it seem more authentic. He didn’t do it because he wanted to, it was purely acting.
At least that’s what he told himself.
-
Behind safe walls, Satoru can finally drop his act — or so you thought, but his arm still lingers over your shoulders. You catch yourself leaning slightly into him, but that seems to make him aware of the touch.
He quickly pulls away, clearing his throat before speaking. "So, I’m a jerk boyfriend?" Satoru hope his smile conceal his warm cheeks.
"After you said Yun seemed to like me, I thought maybe that would be a gateway to get him to open up to me, it was a gamble to be honest." You grin at your own genius mind, Satoru can’t help himself and his large hand ruffles your hair.
"You really are a clever little girl." The hint of flirtation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but you found yourself enjoying his tone far more than you normally would’ve.
"There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me." Your voice coated in the same flirtatious tone and you’re bathing in his flustered reaction.
"Come on, I’ll make some tea and we’ll talk about our day, almost like a proper couple." you turn your back to him with a heated face. You sounded way more confident than you actually are.
Both seated at the table, munching on the snacks Satoru had bought on his own investigation. Apparently he had gone downtown to ask around, and the stall selling sweets proved too tempting for him to ignore.
No shock that Satoru had easily gained information from a group of girls — filling you with a sour feeling, but you’re not going to met him know that.
"Something wrong?" Without realising that your face had turned into a pout, you’re quick to shoot him a grin.
"Oh, nothing. Go on." You wave an awkward hand before chewing on your strawberry pocky. Satoru smirks, it felt like he saw right through you.
Without his sunglasses you feel even more exposed when his blue eyes look at you like that, a stare you don’t expect from a friend…
You reach for the bag of mochi and your hand touch his, both of you let it linger before pulling back. His warm skin to yours sent sparks through your skin and you cover your mouth with the hand, attempting to hide the embarrassment.
With the smirk still playing in his lips he pops a mochi between his lips without breaking eye contact. You don’t either and suddenly the mood switch.
"Do you really think I’m a jerk boyfriend?" The question takes you by surprise.
"What?"
He faux pout without breaking his smirk. "I mean, I did spend the day flirting with a lot of cute girls."
The way his eyes pull you in and his dreamy orbs peak from behind long lashes, your breath hitch. You want to just ask him what’s gotten into him, but no words come out.
Subconsciously you closer to him — he’s also moving closer, finally able to tear your eyes from his, only to land on his lips.
So close now you can feel his breath on your face, sweet like the chocolate mochi he had only minutes ago devoured.
You feel his hand gently brush the hair from face, a hitch in your breath turn his gaze to your lips. His hand trail down to the back of your neck, tickling the skin lightly.
Right now, you want nothing more than for him to pull you into him, even though you know you shouldn’t. He’s your friend, you’re on a mission and it’s all just an act.
Still.
You allow yourself to be pulled in, closing your eyes in anticipation — his lips almost grazing yours before a loud bang is heard from outside.
Satoru turn to the windows, his six eyes almost making out the culprit. He could see someone running away, they’re quick.
On his feet he walk over to the window, staring out with a deep frown. Whoever what or who that was, they had managed to sneak around his six eyes — or had he just been too distracted?
"Legolas, what do your elf eyes see?" His attention turn to you, standing next to him now.
"They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard." The way your nose slightly scrunge when you snort is too cute.
"No, but seriously do you see anything?"
He crouch his back slightly and squint, looking like an old man and you can’t help but laugh.
"Whatever it was, my six eyes can’t see it anymore, but by the sound of it my guess is someone crashing into something."
Covering the windows with the curtains he sigh. "We should prepare for our mission, the earlier we investigate the faster we can go to sleep."
-
The reception is closed and no Yun in sight, the air around you almost creepy and you shudder. You keep eyeing the man next to you nervously — the way his hand had grazed your skin, his lips almost on you and you can’t help wonder if he’s also just as affected.
Satoru had been more quiet than usual, lost in his thoughts when you walk through the front door of the lobby. He wants to say he regret his actions, but that would be a lie.
He only regret being interrupted, because somehow now — his body wants nothing more than to kiss his mission partner, behind closed doors.
He’s confused about you, what you thought and felt when he leaned in. You must’ve known his intentions, why didn’t you stop him? What would’ve happened?
He remember the moment he entered the lobby and saw your teary eyes look at him, causing a feeling of distress to erupt inside him. An urge to wipe your tears away and hug you tightly overwhelmed him, but when he saw the boy comforting you he assumed it wasn’t real.
It was just an act and his mind eased up, after you shared your plan, he couldn’t help frown at the thought of you thinking he would be a jerk boyfriend. That thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Satoru wait!" lost in his thoughts he failed to realise he was way ahead of you, your shorter legs struggling to keep up.
Stopping at the last step he turn to look at you, panting, sweating and swearing as you fight your way up the staircase.
"Are you fucking deaf? Did you forget that not everyone has freakishly long legs?" Satoru just stare at you dumbfounded.
Had he really just walked those steps without realising it? Imagine if something had happened, would he have been able to notice it? Slapping his cheek attempting to keep his focus.
You finally caught up with him and you slump down on the ground like a child, trying your best to catch your breath. "I mean, these stairs have been the toughest part of this mission."
Satoru squat down next to you and pat your head with a gentle smile. "There there, you did good." He coos and you stick out your tongue at him. "Now stop being so dramatic and let’s go." Teasing smirk on his lips before pulling you up from the ground.
You’re lighter than expected and with a little too much force you crash into him, both your hands on his chest supporting you. The hot breath in your ear make you jump, but he holds you still.
"I feel something." It took you a hot minute to realise what he had actually meant. You feel it too now, the same presence as yesterday.
"What do we do?" Whispering back and you feel his hold tighten even more. It’s dark outside — and even as a sorcerer you can’t help but be afraid, because you’re too aware of what lurks in it.
"We should keep up the act as a couple, so just act like we’re on some creepy date or whatever."
In a swift motion he lifts you up in his arms bridal style and you let out a surprised squeak. His action made your stomach tickle and you giggle. You’re not sure if it’s acting or not at this point.
"Ah, ‘Toru!" You whine lovingly and wrap your arms around his neck. "What? Can’t I carry my future wife?" He nuzzle his nose into your neck and you hear him whisper again.
"I’ll let you down when we pass that huge cherry blossom tree." Thankful for his six eyes you feel more safe in his arms.
Strong arms…
You gaze up at him and from this angle his jaw appears even sharper and his lips fuller, imagining how those lips would feel against yours.
After passing the tree he spoke of he gently put you down and carefully take in the surroundings, it’s very dark and little to no light source except for the moon and stars.
"Can I hold your hand?" The ominous aura surrounding you makes you even more frightened than normal.
Without question his hand finds yours — large and warm it wraps and his fingers intertwine with your smaller ones. A soothing squeeze was enough to calm your nerves.
You walk further up, the sound of hot springs close by, a sound usually comforting, but right now only ads to the creepy atmosphere.
Trees rustle, causing you to hold onto him, seeking comfort behind his large stature.
"I’m here, you’re safe." He murmurs in your head before looking ahead again.
You know the safest place right now is next to your friend. He was the strongest after all, even though you tease him a lot for calling himself that. The statement is true and everyone knows that.
If you were to state more facts about Gojo Satoru, one of them would be that he’s a very likeable person and that’s why you enjoys his company. To you, Satoru is a really good friend and classmate, but right now his role in your life is starting to change.
You rarely hold hands with Suguru or Shoko, and when you do — your stomach never flutters as it does now.
It could probably be those stairs too, being around Satoru sometimes makes you feel like you’ve climbed a thousand stairs.
"Whatcha thinking ‘bout?" Satoru took notice of your silence, he can’t help worry if you’re okay. He knows of your fear of the dark and by the way you’re counting to his arms — which he doesn’t mind — it’s obvious you want nothing more than to leave.
"Stairs."
"Stairs? Why?" he can’t help but be amused by your answer, not really what he thought would occupy your pretty little head.
"I’ve experienced increased heartbeat and shortness of breath ever since we got here, and sometimes my face feels warm. I suspect it must be because of all the stairs."
Satoru can’t help but giggle at your weirdness at times. "Maybe you should start exercising more?" You lightly shove him with your body and he shoves you back — lightly as well.
The hot springs come into view and they appears almost magical. That eerie feeling gone and you can’t feel any cursed energy or that presence around.
You meet Satoru’s eyes and he confirms that he also notice the lack of presence. "Weird." You comment and he nods. "Let’s just go with the plan for now and see what happens." His voice barely a whisper.
"Wow, Yun was right. They’re really amazing!" You let go of his hand to run up to them. "Maybe we should try?" Satoru quickly scan the area to make sure the coast is clear.
"If you promise to keep your hands to yourself this time." You blush at his sudden comment remembering the first night in the bathhouse.
"You’re not going to be naked this time!" You turn your back to him hiding a furious blush.
"So in order for you to not grope me, I need to wear clothes? Make sure to remind to tell Shoko to not let you visit me in the hospital if I ever get hurt.
"Shut up. I said I’m sorry and you forgave me, let’s just forget about it." You start to undress, but you leave your t-shirt on.
Dipping a careful toe into it before you let your whole body soak in the warm waters. Satoru down to his boxers slips in next to you.
"Wow look at the view!" Lights from the city can be seen below, but it was the clear starry sky that took your breath away.
The moonlight illuminating the forest and Satoru found himself admiring how the light compliments your skin.
His thoughts interrupted when his six eyes pick up a weak source of cursed energy nearby. He gently nudge at your shoulder and you look at him as he point with his eyes behind you.
‘Do you sense something?’ You mouth silently to him he nods in confirmation. Fighting the urge to look over your shoulder, you decide to creep closer to him instead.
Now you could sense it too and you feel shivers running down your spine. "Satoru, how close?"
According to your plan, you’d stay here until Satoru could get a good look on the curse without blowing your cover.
So right now you were deliberately sitting with your backs against the trees and with the sound of the hot spring deafening your voices.
"It’s closing in, but I don’t sense any threatening intent, seems like it’s just observing for now." He didn’t notice that his arm was already wrapped around your shoulders, not until you were leaning closer into him.
He rest his cheek on your head and his fingers gently stroke up and down your arm. "It’s really close. Just watching us." Murmuring softly and you tremble slightly, not sure if it’s because of the curse, the cold breeze or the way his fingers trails up and down your arm.
You jump slightly at the sound of a branch breaking behind you. Turning your head to see, but Satoru’s hand stops you, holding your head still by cupping your cheek — forcing you to look at him.
He move his lips closer and just when you think he’d kiss you, he move further and whisper in your ear. "Don’t look."
Your chest painful from the intense heartbeats and you swallow nervously. His cheek touches your cheek and you let out a heavy breath.
It felt like you had walked up all those stairs again.
"You’re trembling." He coos and you feel yourself growing dizzy at the constant whispering in your ear. It felt too intimate and your thighs rubs against one another.
"To be honest, I’m scared." He pull you into a hug and you can feel his heart beating against your ear.
"Let’s go back."
He release you and stands up, your eyes can’t help but follow the water droplets rolling down his body. Shivering from the night air against your wet skin, your t-shirt clings to your body and your jacket barely gave any protection.
For the first time you’re actually glad to see the stairs. That meant you’re soon back at the ryokan and away from whatever is lurking in those woods.
"We should hurry back before we risk catching a cold." You huff and power walk down the stairs with Satoru right behind you.
"Hey! Carefu—" he calls out when you miss your step and fall forward.
Closing your eyes as you prepare yourself for the fall, but a strong hand prevents you from falling — capturing your waist in a firm grip.
"How about we try and stay on our feet instead of throwing ourselves off the stairs?"
A hint of flirt in his teasing voice.
"Yeah." Too stunned to speak you stare into his eyes. You’re breathing heavily from the fear of falling — or the fear of falling for him.
He pulls you to him and for a moment you thought you only imagined it when he crash his lips against yours.
The moment of rush and intensity blurred your mind — your hands wraps themselves around his neck for more support and you answer his chaste kiss passionately.
Satoru lose his steady footing for a second and sits down on the step, not breaking the kiss. You straddle his lap and grab his head by his snowy locks — bringing him closer to you.
His hand snake up your back, the touch tingling as he softly trace his palm up and down your spine — leaving goosebumps on your already shivering skin.
Out of breath you both pull away and you lean your forehead against his. He didn’t say anything and neither did you.
"Let’s go, the air here is so thick from the curse." You remove yourself from his lap, your head feels light and your pulse throbbing so much it’s deafening.
"Yeah." He answer with a breath.
Satoru watch your back for a second as you continue down the stairs, his motion sickness is back, not so sure if it’s motion sickness he’s feeling.
-
Neither of you had said anything since then, a thick silence looms over you, it’s almost suffocating. You gaslight yourself into thinking he kissed you as part of the mission — that the curse had lingered around and he wanted to make sure your cover was not blown.
The few glances you had dared to shoot at Satoru made you uncertain — his expression unreadable and for the first time a feeling of nervousness around him arises.
Satoru had gone to the showers without any words — needing some time to digest what had just happened.
He let out a sigh of reliefs as the warm water touch his skin — and for a moment he just stood there. His finger trace his lips absently while the man is deep in thoughts.
Question his own action, why had he kissed you? The curse was not around, no one was around. Just the two of you alone. Just him and his classmate, friend and mission partner.
The feeling of your hands in his hair still lingers — the way your lips had answered his with such passion. His other hand move down to stroke his hard member.
Thankful no one else is in the showers, the stroking escalates. He tighten his grip and starts to pump — begging for some relief. His bottom lip between his teeth, stopping himself from making too much noise.
Images of your face, voice, body taking up every inch of his brain — he imagine how your hand would feel. How big it must look against them — much smaller and petite compared to his own.
"Fuck.." Satoru’s heavy breathes fill the empty room, only the sound of the shower there to cover some of his shame.
Vigorous pumps — his thumb pressing on the throbbing head with waving pump and then a loud moan along with your name slips out of his mouth. Eyes clenched shut and he relish in the feeling of release — thinking of you and only you.
Satoru clean up his scene of crime, finishing his shower and wrap the white robe the ryokan offered around him. He left in such a haste earlier he forgot to bring spare clothing.
Back at the room he could see your sleeping form on the futon, your breathes steady signalising you’re asleep.
Both of you had long forgotten about asking for a spare futon and at this point there was no point. Halfway through your mission already and sharing a futon hadn’t been too bad.
Trying his best to slip under the duvet without waking you — but sadly as a sorcerer you were a light sleeper, just like him.
"Did you find out anything about the curse?" The way your soft, sleepy voice ask him made his stomach tickle a little.
He then to face you, his eyes covered in bandages. You’re glad — looking into his mesmerising blue eyes right now would’ve made it harder to look at him.
"What the old ladies told you about it taking the shape of a child is correct. I couldn’t really tell the gender or specific age." Satoru chew on his bottom lip as he thinks.
"I can’t say for sure if the reception boy is involved, but he fit the description. Still, we have to figure the motive."
You remember now what Yun had told you about his parents and that you forgot to tell Satoru earlier.
"I might have something." You scratch your head apologetically as you share very vital information, hoping Satoru won’t get too angry with you.
"Did he say anything else?"
"No, but he said they were very young. The couples that disappeared were all teenagers to young adults…" he sigh and turn only his head in your direction.
"But one thing I don’t understand. Why didn’t the curse attack us?"
"I think it was waiting for the right moment. The curse appears intelligent and could be a possible unregistered special grade."
Subconsciously your body had moved a little closer to him while talking. "Do you think it could see through our covers? Sense our cursed energy?"
Satoru shakes his head and stretch slightly, his legs almost touching yours. "No, I think it would’ve either attacked or hidden if that was the case."
His damp hair lays flat over his face and you’re tempted to reach out and comb your hand through it. Even with his eyes covered you somehow feel his eyes on you.
"We should get some sleep and talk more tomorrow. I’m tired." He turn to lay on his back and your eyes linger on his face before you close yours.
-
Satoru is the first to wake up, when he tries to move his movements are halted by a smaller form next to him — or on top of him would be more correct.
He pull off his bindings to get a proper view — his heart skipping a beat at the sight before him. He remember you shiver last night and must’ve searched for a source of warmth.
Satoru being naturally warmblooded had drawn you to him. He can’t help himself as his hand move to stroke the hair out of your face — even with your mouth partially open drool drenching the fabric of his shirt, he thought you were beautiful.
After his revelation in the showers — at least that’s what he calls it, any other word would just make him feel like a pig. Satoru had realised it wasn’t motion sickness, it was you.
Now he understands why Suguru had laughed at his words in the phone — shit he would’ve laughed too. He’s aware that human interactions and emotions aren’t his strong suit, but he never thought he’s this dense.
A change in your breathing tear him out of thought, he realise his hand never stopped stroking your hair and face. When your eyelids twitch slightly, your eyelashes flutter before opening.
Satoru decide to do what any mature man would do when they wake up with a woman they like in their arms — pretend to be asleep.
Smacking your lips as you wake up, feeling your mouth is dry. You turn your face to wipe the drool from your mouth on your pillow — not opening your eyes, still enjoying the morning sleepiness.
However the pillow seems harder, firmer than usual, and the fabric not as soft like you remember.
Slowly opening your eyes, blinking a few times trying to take in your surroundings. Your breath stops as you realise the position you’re in. And with whom you’re in it with.
Your cheek squeezed against his chest and one arm loosely slung over his lower stomach — inside his shirt. Satoru didn’t have his blindfold on anymore and you peak up at this closed eyes.
His eyelashes so long they touch the apple of his cheeks, slightly flustered cheeks you must add. You try to gently remove your hand from the exposed skin of his stomach.
White strands of hair trailing from his navel and down to the waistband of his boxers, which hung a little low. His v-line in full view and you feel your thighs clench together.
Begging that he’s not awake enough to feel how your hand takes a little detour before leaving his body — tracing over his abs and down over his happy trail.
The duvet cover whatever is below the waistband of his boxers — luckily for Satoru. He’s painfully aware of your touches, and the semi-hard he had battled when he woke up to you against him was now back and fully awake.
For his own good, he had to ‘wake up’ before something that shouldn’t happen, happens. He move a little, his hand move to pull down his shirt before going for a full body stretch.
You don’t know this is the second time he’s stretching himself awake, and when his eyes fall on yours with a groggy gaze you blush, hard.
"Sorry!" Putting a distance between your bodies — covering your probably red face and mumble "You should’ve just pushed me away." expecting him to tease you like usual, you’re surprised when he lets out a soft chuckle.
"I didn’t really mind, don’t worry." Peaking between your fingers and your cheeks heats up at his gentle expression.
"However, my arm is pretty dead after that big head of yours slept on it." He stick out his tongue and you snort, relieved he didn’t make the situation weird or awkward.
"What’s the plan today?" You feel your cheeks have calmed down, hoping there’s no visible blush.
"I think we’ll save ourselves any more trips up to the hot springs and investigate the boy more instead. We have to be sure we’re correct before making any moves."
One of the reasons you and Satoru are excellent mission partners is how in synch your brains are. You’re known to complete your missions smoothly and successfully because of that.
-
You decided to get some breakfast at the café next to the ryokan. Finding a table at the innermost part to have some privacy.
Swaying your feet underneath the table because of the tall chair, you gaze out of the window while sipping on your smoothie.
"Ouch!" Your foot accidentally kicks Satoru’s shin — his exclamation makes you choke on your drink.
Satoru bends down to look under the table and notice how your short legs don’t reach down and he can’t help himself.
"Chair too high for the little hobbit?" You kick him again, this time on purpose. Satoru dramatically grab his leg with a faux groan and a little giggle escape your lips.
The sound of the bell ringing, averting your attention to the door. Three familiar faces walks inside. It’s the old ladies you talked to the other day and when they notice you they smile as they walk in your direction.
"Oh, look at those cute lovebirds enjoying their breakfast together. How are you dear? And you have to introduce us to this handsome young man!"
You’re about to answer, but Satoru stands up and introduces himself with a nauseating politeness in his voice. This cause the ladies to swoon and you roll your eyes at him.
"Satoru-kun, sit down please." He winks at you, making sure they see it before finding his seat again.
One of the ladies smile turn into a frown. "I saw you two walk up to those hot springs last night, that was very reckless of you."
You’re unsure how to answer, the fact they were out that late was weird and a little suspicious. Thankfully Satoru takes the initiative — again, and with a charming tone flaunts his long eyelashes at them.
"Sorry for worrying you, but it was my idea. A little selfish of me, but knowing my girlfriend is a scaredy-cat I wanted an excuse for her to hold onto me." He gives you a quick smile — genuine one before turning back to them.
The ladies ‘aww’ in unison, charmed by his words. He’s enjoying the attention a little too much and you’re about to say something when one of the ladies ask.
"How long are you staying at the ryokan?" Her tone innocent, but yet you sense something else — a hidden meaning behind her question.
You and Satoru exchange glances, he felt it too and you telepathically agreed on not to answer truthfully.
"We don’t really know yet, how about you?"
Something in the ladies eyes shifted slightly before one of them answered. "Oh, we live in the area."
"Oh, I thought you were on vacation here as well. How long have you been here?" Your voice chirpy, covering your tone of any suspiciousness. You take note of how they suddenly became more closed off.
One of the ladies mouth turn into a smile, a little restrained compared to before. "It’s been so many years, can’t really remember." Obvious that she wants this conversation to end, but you’re tempted to dig some more — until Satoru’s voice interject.
"Look at the time sweetie, we’re already late!" Satoru jumps up and takes your hand in his. "Sorry ladies, but I have a lovely date planned for my special girl."
Pulling you into him with his arm around your waist before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
About to take your leave, one of the ladies speaks. "Remember to join the party in the hotel restaurant this evening! Apparently a lot of young folks from downtown are going to come."
Thanking them you bow your head before letting Satoru guide you out the door. You wave a goodbye to the employer and lean into his body. Enjoying the closeness while you can as his ‘girlfriend’.
Outside you bump into Yun, he’s surprised to see you and he wince when his eyes meet Satoru’s. Last time they spoke Yun had accused him of being a bad boyfriend and a jerk.
A polite smile plastered on his face and he greets you as always, only a faint drop of sweat at the base of his hairline. "Hi there." He didn’t seem open for any small talk and he continue his walk.
When you enter the lobby you eye each other quickly, taking the advantage of Yun’s absents. Your eyes scan the room and when the coast is clear you start to snoop around — you behind the receptions desk.
You don’t really expect to find anything, but to your surprise you find a stack of pictures held together with a small rubber band.
Signalling him to come to you in a swift motion Satoru makes his way over, bending down next to you to look at what you found.
He grabs the pictures out of your hand and you give him a ‘huff’ — in return he just winks as he look through them.
Your shoulder touches his when you move closer to get a better look — unaware of the tiny smile on his lips.
Mostly family photos including Yun and what you assume are his grandparents, he’s younger in the photos, but not so much younger that the photos would be this torn at the edges.
Satoru stops at a photo that caught both your attention, a young Yun — he must’ve been around four or five years old in the photo. Standing next to him is a young couple holding each of his hand in theirs.
He flips the photo around and notice a timestamp, but it didn’t make sense at all — but at the same time it made perfect sense. The photo was taken in the late 80’s, and if that’s correct that would make Yun way older than he really is.
Despite the exciting found, Satoru’s eyes somehow fell on the slight cleavage showing when you bend over the way you do.
The next photo even more interesting, it’s Yun again. Only know he’s standing next to three girls — probably in their mid-twenties. Even with wrinkles and bad posture now, it was easy to recognise who they are.
"Shit, we need to hide." Before you could react you hear the sound of the lobby door open and the next moment you’re inside what you assume is a closet.
It’s dark, the only source of light is the one from the crack of the doors. Trying your best to not let the fact that Satoru’s body pressing against yours distract you.
The height difference causes your face to press into his chest, trying to speak only for him to hush you.
"It’s the boy." Satoru said in a low voices. He moves his arms up and rest his elbows on the wall behind you, his forearms framing your head.
You dare to look up at him. The closet is tight and the air heavy — you inhale sharply trying to not faint from lack of oxygen.
Satoru is facing the closet doors, but when he feels your eyes on him he turn to face you, only for his chin to clash with your head —biting his tongue in the process.
His expression combined with your situation causes you to giggle — Satoru try to silence you with a stern look only for it to have the opposite effect. Trying your best to stifle the laughter brewing in your chest, but it proves impossible.
Satoru realise the only way to shut you up is to move his hand to cover your mouth. The tiny breathes from you laughing tickles his skin. "Shhh, he’ll hear you." You tried, you really did, but you could no longer control your body.
"Just shut the fuck up—" the closet doors open and you both turn to face Yun, shock painting his features before turning into disgust.
"What are you doing?" Yun’s voice cry out in shock and embarrassment. "Y-you can’t do that in there, p-please leave!" Stuttering, his face painted red and horror.
Your cheeks heat up when you realise what he must’ve thought and your laughter long gone. You try to speak, stuttering your words — but luckily Satoru shoots in.
"Ah, sorry about that! We’ll leave." He drag you out with him and he doesn’t let go before you’re both inside the room.
You watch him kick off his shoes — back against you, unable to witness as you slowly slide down against the door.
"Sato—" he turns around at your voice cutting off mid-sentence to find your passed out. "Hey! Are you okay?"
His voice calls out your name while worried hands gently shake you, but when you don’t answer he panic.
Careful movements he takes off your shoes before sliding his arms under your knees and neck — you’re not heavy at all. He knew that, but he liked to tease you and see your reaction whenever he calls you heavy.
He place you on the futon, his hand flat on your forehead — sighing in relief when he doesn’t sense any fever. Two fingers on your throat he can feel your pulse throbbing faster than normal.
Suddenly you sit up in panic, looking around in confusion — wondering what happened. Satoru is sitting next to you, hand reaching out to your shoulder in an attempt to calm you.
"What happened?" You mumble and his thumb rubs in circles as he speaks.
"Don’t know, you were about to call out my name, but when I turned around you were out cold on the floor." Your eyes travel up to the worried frown between his brows.
"How long was I out?"
"Not even five minutes, I just placed you on the futon. Your pulse is very high though…" he is right, your pulse is high — and he’s the cause of that.
"Must’ve been the tight air in that closet, I remember being dizzy… sorry for blowing our cover by laughing."
None of you points out the way his hand had moved from your shoulder to your cheek — thumb still rubbing in soothing circles, but this time very close to your lips.
"Let’s get ready for tonight." You nod in agreement and hide your disappointment when his hand pulls away.
-
"Satoru! I just spoke with Yun and the ryokan has yukata’s for rent for their guests." You shout out to him sitting outside on the porch.
"And they have an open bar!" You exclaim in bliss.
"Please don’t drink too much, remember last time there was an open bar? Me and Suguru had to literally drag you home while you fought like a feral cat." He’s admiring the view while munching on some sweets, the cherry blossom trees are threatening to bloom any day now.
He thought about how beautiful you would look as the pink leaves fall around you, and the smile on your face as you relish in their colours. You had said on your first day here that you really wanted to see them bloom — and now so did he.
"Satoru?" He jump at your voice suddenly next to him. "I’m going to shower and get ready, the party is in 1 hour." The white haired boy only nods, still looking straight ahead.
After you left, he walks inside and slump down on the futon — on your side. The smell of you still linger and he inhale deeply before rolling over to his side.
"Ah fuck…" he breathes out and try his best to stop his hardening member. Maybe just a few strokes… a hand carefully slide down to relieve himself.
-
You’re touching yourself, moaning softly — the water pours over your naked form. His name slips out between your heavy breathes.
No one else was around, thankfully. The need to do something about the sexual frustration caused by your mission partner is now too urgent to not tend to.
One hand cups a breast while the other vigorously rub against your swollen bud. With the memory of his toned stomach from this morning still fresh — getting yourself off from the thought of what else he is hiding.
What would he do if he was here now? Would his large and strong hands find those spots that make your eyes roll?
Him pinning you against the shower wall, kissing you passionately as his big and hard cock slowly enter your warmth.
You’re so close now, the sweet feeling of release about to hit you, but you’re interrupted by other guests walking in, even with walls covering you — masturbating now is out of the question.
You finish the shower, sulking because now the pent up frustration only worse. The women give you a polite smile and you nod back — overhearing their conversation about the party.
On your way back to the room, you take a detour through the lobby to borrow yukata’s for you and Satoru.
Yun smiles at you politely, but you notice he’s more distant after the closet-incident. The yukata’s are very simple and they’re onesized.
You’re tempted to pick the light blue for Satoru, but somehow the green one draws your attention. You never see him in green — and now you really want to.
For yourself you choose a pink yukata, hoping that would encourage the trees to bloom. Thanking Yun for the help before walking back to your room.
The room is empty and you frown, but then you notice his slippers are gone and you assume he must’ve gone to the showers.
You open the mini fridge and notice the bottle of sake, humming in delight you pour yourself a cup.
Satoru emerges through the door just in time to witness you down your fourth cup of sake, your cheeks tainted pink from the alcohol effects. "Maybe slow down a little." He takes the cup and pour himself one and pour it down quickly.
You’re not drunk, but also not sober. Being a lightweight you’re easily affected — and you notice your words slur a little when you speak.
"I got us clothes. The green one is yours." Almost singing your words you usher him to put it on. He drink another cup of sake before grabbing the fabric in his arms.
"Let me know when it’s on so I can help adjusting it." You sip on a new cup of sake and try to suppress your little giggles.
"Alright, ready. And pour another one for me as well, gotta keep up if you’re keep drinking at this pace." Of course his six eyes saw you secretly drinking and you huff with a small laugh.
"I just knew this shade of green would suit you." Humming a little as you admire your handiwork. You tap the fabric with a smug look on your face.
Satoru has an amused expression when he sees your face, a faint blush from the alcohol brushes over your cheeks. He drank the whole cup in one go before going to pour himself one more cup.
Little did he know that he himself also is a lightweight, rarely — almost never did he drink alcohol, the taste too bitter for his sweet tooth.
He shakes the almost empty bottle and look into the fridge to find more while you get dressed.
There were several different tiny shot bottles, vodka, tequila and sambuca. Contemplating if he should go for them or a new bottle of sake.
"Fuck it, shots it is." He mutter to himself, taking one bottle of each before he turn to you.
"’Toru! I’m ready." Just like your voice — posture also childish, he snorts a little before he notice your appearance.
"Fuck." you stood before him with your yukata open, revealing your white laced underwear — shameless he must add.
He had seen you naked before, but this time it was different. In the bathhouse he avoided looking too much at your exposed form out of respect. However now you seem to want him to look. Satoru bite his lip as he eye you from top to bottom — when he meets your eyes there’s a hint of seductive in your humorous expression.
"Enjoying the view?" His mouth agape as you twirl around, sipping on your sake with a smirk.
"Oh my god, please stop drinking." He walks up to you and quickly tighten the yukata — covering you up for your (his) own good.
"So if I need to stop drinking, what about those tiny bottles behind your back?" Quick movement you sneak your arms around his waist and snatch a bottle from him.
"Hey, you little sneak!" Giggling like a child as you run away from him, opening the bottle and swallow the contents swiftly — you wink at him in victory and Satoru shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.
Your face turn into a grimace when the taste of the sambuca fills your mouth. "Bleurgh, why did you give me this one."
"First of all, you took it from me. Second, we need to go over our plan before the party." Before you’re too drunk to function. He let out the last part of his sentence.
"Alright, boss. What’s the plan?" You sneak your way to the fridge and open the second bottle of sake. This time you take a sip straight from the bottle to Satoru’s frustration.
He snaps it out of your hand and wave his finger in a ‘no,no’ motion. You know he’s trying his best to be serious — yet his smile gives away how much he’s enjoying himself as well.
Just like you, Satoru also takes a sip from the bottle. He cringe at the taste — just like every time the bitterness fills his mouth.
You gave your best efforts to focus on his words, but your eyes couldn’t help staring at his lips. Satoru notice — but right now it’s more important to get this over with.
"Let’s go outside and sit, fresh air would be nice right now. Here, take this." He hands you a water bottle and you take it with a huff.
Sitting down on each of your sun-beds, but facing forward as you talk. You’re still not too overwhelmed by the alcohol and still able to process information. Kind of.
Satoru had grown suspicious of the old ladies after the encounter at the café, even more after the picture of them and Yun. They’re connected and tonight you’ll talk to some locals in hope to learn more.
Done with going over the mission — and the water bottle half empty you gladly pour down some sake. "You’re unbelievable." He reach out his hand for the bottle, taking a sip himself.
"Let’s save this for later and take these instead." He hands you the small tequila bottle and clank it against his vodka bottle before you empty their contents.
"Alright, let’s go."
-
"A strawberry daiquiri please!" Satoru shakes his head, he had given up trusting you to stay on mission the moment you parked yourself on a stool by the bar.
You figured chatting up the bartender and whoever came to order drinks would be most effective — also you could just sit and enjoy yourself with little to no efforts.
Busy entertaining a few girls on the other side of the room — his eyes still follow your every movement. He knows it’s part of the mission, but he didn’t enjoy how the bartender is obviously flirting with you.
You’re slurring on your words and Satoru decide to join you — in case you’ll blow your cover.
"Make it two." He holds up two fingers and sits down next to you.
He smirks and discreetly gives the bartender a ‘she’s with me’ look — the guy nods in apologise before making your drinks.
He had gathered enough information to finally relax and join you in your mischiefs. "You good?" An arm snakes itself around your form, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
"Learn something?" He feels you nod in response, good. Now he can truly relax.
The bartender places your drinks in front of you and you cheer in delight — straw already in your mouth. Your lips pucker around as you suck up the contents; a little too fast.
"Sweetie, maybe you should take it easy?" He cup your hand into his on the counter and you playfully pout at him.
"Maybe you should catch up? Slowpoke." he decides then and there that it was on.
"Fine, bring it on. May I please order 8 shots of tequila, salt and limes?" The bartender smiles and starts to pour.
You clap your hands and cheer when Satoru starts shotting, which brings an idea to your mind, Satoru notice your cheeky smile and gulps. I’m in danger. He chuckles.
Indeed he was because before he knew it, you lay down on the floor with the yukata opened enough for you belly to be exposed. Satoru swallow hard.
People stands around cheering for him to go for it and he looks at you to make sure you’re really ok with it.
Bad move, your expression is almost erotic if you squint — flustered cheeks and a playful smirk. "Come on, go for it ‘Toru!" He swallow hard again before pouring the tequila in your belly button.
Licking the line of salt between your ribs and down to your navel — his lips pucker around the crevice and sucks up the tequila, his tongue lick inside making sure every drop is gone. He could swear a moan escaped your mouth.
With the lime ready in hand he bite down to dampen the tequila taste. When he’s done he quickly cover you up, the thought of people looking at your body annoying him.
"Gimme gimme." Your hands grab two of the shots and you pour them down without salt or lime.
Satoru felt warm all over and the effects of the alcohol taking over. "Want to dance?" You nod and he takes you by the hand to the dance floor.
To your surprise, Satoru seems to know what he’s doing and you let him take the lead. He spins you around and you giggle, your stomach tickling at the sensations.
He pull you into him, his hands resting on your hips and you wrap yours around his neck. You blame it on the alcohol when you tiptoe up to place a kiss on his lips.
Taken by surprise he stare at you for a moment before he softly smiles and return your kiss. The kiss awakens a need in you, a need you weren’t able to satisfy earlier in the shower.
Satoru felt your kiss growing more intense — your tongue begging for access with hunger. Your tongues intertwine — teasing around in a seductive dance.
Your soft moans becomes too much and before he lost complete control and took your right here and now on the dance floor — he use his last bit of restraint to break the kiss lean into your ear.
"Come with me." Out of breath you only nod and let him pull you with him.
-
The door shuts behind you and in a blink of an eye Satoru takes your face in his hands and pull you in for another kiss.
He push your back against the door hard — without breaking the kiss, hands firmly on your hips.
"We shouldn’t do this…" he pants between your kisses, his actions is not true to his words.
"You’re right." You don’t stop either, the aching between your legs is now in control.
Satoru move to place kisses from your mouth to your jawline and down your throat. He lightly suck on the skin — careful to not leave any marks.
His hands move to open your yukata, revealing your white laced underwear again. Only this time he could do more than just look.
"You’re driving me insane." You had no idea Satoru’s voice could be this sexy, the way he mutters in a husky voice while kissing down your body.
One hand grab a clothed breast, kneading it in his large palm — he can feel you nipple through the fabric. Moving further down now, Satoru kneels in front of you — wet kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.
"You’re one to talk…" you answer him in a moan as his tongue enters your navel again, the taste of tequila still lingering inside.
His hands cup your asscheeks, massaging the skin at the same time his lips kiss all over your stomach and hips. Satoru let out a low groan in frustration when he see the wet spot on your panties.
In a swift motion he lift you up by the ass and carry you to the futon. In the process his own yukata had opened — his tones and sculpted torso on full view.
"You’ve seen this many times before, but I never saw you bite your lips so seductively then."
"Oh shut up!" You pull him down for a kiss to wipe that playful smirk off his lips. This results with his body even closer to yours and when you feel something very hard and big poke the inside of your thigh you freeze.
"Don’t be scared, you two have already met. Remember?" You remember when you had accidentally grabbed his penis in the bathhouse and embarrassment wash over your face.
"It’s wasn’t that big then…" you mumble — covering your face with your hands.
"Hey, it’s okay. I forgave you, remember?" He coos as he gently remove your hands from your face by your wrists — pinning them down next to your head.
He release your wrists and stroke away some of the hair in your face. That teasing smirk is replaced with a soft smile — eyes drinking in all the details of your face before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss sweet and full of unspoken emotions.
Satoru pulls away from you and sits up — sighing he looks down at your confused face.
"We should stop, before this goes too far…"
He’s blushing, eyes slightly glossy and lips even more plump from the kisses.
"Y-yeah…" disappointment all over your face.
Thinking that was it, you sit up trying to cover yourself up only for a hand to stop you. Grabbing the back of your neck — Satoru pull you into a kiss.
"Don’t get me wrong. I want this… I want you. Just not like this." He thanks the alcohol for the courage it has given him — allowing him to confess what his sober mind never would.
You feel your heart clench at how he shyly looks away — then you sit up and gently peck his cheek with your lips.
"It’s okay. Let’s go and finish that bottle of sake." You pull him up to his feet with you and with drunken steps make your way to the fridge.
-
Agony.
That is the word which best describes your state. You turn around with a groan and your eyes land on the person next to you.
Satoru is sleeping on his stomach again, his arms underneath his pillow and gentle snores erupts from his mouth. The back of his head is turned to you and you can’t help but think he would look really nice with an undercut.
The duvet is loosely hanging over his hips, muscular back exposed to you and you reach out to softly trace a finger over his shoulder blades, but stops when you see him move.
"You can touch me." His sleepy voice — a little muffled from the pillow and you blush in embarrassment. You keep forgetting about his six eyes and that it’s almost impossible to be sneaky around him.
He turns around with a groan — with fast movements he pull you into his arms and wraps himself around you. His face snuggling into the crook of your neck.
You’re about to protest, but he cuts you off.
"I meant what I said last night." He mumbles and you’re glad he can’t see your face right now.
"Satoru—" a loud crash jolts both of you awake. Throwing on some clothes you run out to the hotel lobby to see what’s going on.
It’s empty, no one in sight. You exchange a glance, silently agreeing that something is off. The remnants of your alcohol consumptions weights on you, but you try your best to focus.
Another bang, now outside in the direction of the stairs leading to the hot springs.
"Fuck." You turn to him and see him frowning.
"What is it?" He doesn’t answer, instead I suddenly lift you up by the back of your shirt and starts to run faster — carrying you as if you were a grocery bag.
You’re moving so fast that tears forms in your eyes from the wind — you do your best to cover your eyes and not scream.
"Our cover is blown. Prepare yourself."
Back on your feet again, and your eyes widen at the sight before you. An ominous black fog emits from the hot springs. You look up to see a veil surround the area.
"Mommy, daddy, please help!" A familiar voice calls out from the depths below the spring. Swallowing hard you gently tug on Satoru’s sleeve.
"That voice…" he nods, confirming your suspicions.
"Yes, it’s the boy. Come on, we have to jump now. Take my hand." With no hesitation you grab it and together you jump into the dark abyss.
This is the worst case scenario for you — it’s not only dark, but completely black. Satoru squeeze your hand to let you know he’a there. He’ll keep you safe.
"Is this a domain?" Your voice trembling in fear, you’re completely blinded and feel helpless.
"No, it must be a curse technique. It’s the same as the one I sensed when we were here yesterday." You can slightly see his eyes glowing in the dark — it’s almost scary to look at, but you seek comfort in knowing you’re not the one on the receiving end of his deadly stare.
"You’re not my mommy and daddy." The voice appears right next to you — making you jump back in surprise, Satoru is quick to place himself before you.
"Yeah, no. We’re not, kinda impossible for us to make a baby while still being babies ourselves y’know?" Satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm and with a quick motion grabs the source of the voice.
You can barely make out the figure before you, but you’re pretty sure that’s Yun — however that polite smile long gone. Instead a wicked and cruel expression paints his figure.
"Did you really think we wouldn’t notice someone with your amount of cursed energy?"
We?
A moment too late to react, strong hands grabs your body and pulls you away from Satoru — the world moves in slow motion when you watch his head turns to watch you disappear into the dark.
His grip around the boy’s throat tighten and he focus his senses to find you. For any normal person it would be impossible to see, but Gojo Satoru is not any normal person.
"You’re not the first sorcerers to come here. Many before you have tried. However, you’re the first ones to last this long." Yun’s body melts into liquid in his grip and his wicked laughter haunts the darkness.
"Satoru!"
Your voice allows him to immediately pinpoint your location and he warp himself to you — he freezes at the sight of you pinned against a wall.
"Oh look, it’s your handsome boyfriend." The shapes of three older ladies come into view — then they slowly merge into younger versions of themselves. Identical to the photograph.
Satoru calls out your name and is relieved when you look up — appearing unharmed. "Well hello there ladies, if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked. No need to kidnap someone." He winks playfully — he could easily just annihilate everyone, but that wasn’t part of the mission.
Long slender arms appear next to him, seductively stroking up and down his torso before tracing a sharp fingernail down his neck.
"Hope it’s not too late then, for a little fun with you" he cringe as a wet tongue licks up behind his ear. "I usually like to get to know someone first."
The woman snickers in delight and turn to stand in front of him. "What do you want to know, handsome?" Her mouth move to kiss up his neck, he feels her bite into his skin.
Satoru had chosen not to have is infinity activated — but saying it as a surprise when the real battle starts.
"Satoru!" You try to free yourself from the other two women’s grip, their wrinkly hands hold you firmly in place. All you could do now is watch as the woman feels up his body. Touching him against his will.
You trust Satoru to know what he’s doing, but the sight of someone else being so close to him — curse or no curse — irks your whole soul.
"Stay still or I’ll do more than just touch him, little girl." She spits over her shoulder and continue tracing a finger down his chest.
Feeling completely helpless, all you can do is watch that sharp nail tear open is shirt and then tearing it off him — his upper body now into full view. "Delicious." She licks her lips before continuing speaking.
"It’s been so long since we had such a fine man here, that boy really did a good job this time." Satoru smirks, he knew that if he made her believe she has the upper hand, her mouth would most likely run more freely.
"So that’s it? You exploit that boy’s need to reunite with his parents just for your horny selves? Ah, fuck—" the woman jabs her long nail into his collarbone and drags it now.
You notice the blood pouring down and panic. She eyes you quickly, finger still cutting down his torso. "So what’s your deal then?" He asks, turning her attention away from you.
Meeting your eyes he winks, letting you know he has a plan. You trust him, but still bothered.
"I’m in a good mood, so I’ll tell you. Also you’re going to die soon anyway so it doesn’t matter."
She remove her finger from his body and licks off the blood — eyes rolls to the back of her head in delight.
"That boy is not a boy, not anymore at least. He’s now just a sad remnants of a child that used to live here. Looking for his parents who he thinks left him, but unaware of the truth."
She trails over his abs playfully with the nail, drawing red marks on his skin — but not as deep like the first one.
"The truth is, he abandoned them. Drowning in these very hot spring. His parents left this place heartbroken, the loss of a child too great. We were lucky to find him, after rumours of disappearances here. It’s been many years since then, even as just a curse he was able to adapt to people around him, adjust his age and hide his cursed energy."
She wipes a feint tear and throws her head back in laughter. "I’m surprised you actually figured this out."
"So in order to stop him, we have to remove you first?" Satoru ask, encouraging her to blabber on.
"Ah yes, that was the error the previous sorcerers did. They only ‘removed’ him, but that would only temporarily fix the problem. We’re the reason he’s so strong."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Is all he said and in a blink of an eye the darkness is gone — only faint screams and then silence.
"Ah, shit. My shirts ruined." He mumbles looking down that curses handiwork. You roll your eyes at him while you stumble yourself on your feet.
How easily Satoru defeated your enemies proves that he indeed is the strongest. The thought of you being alone makes you shudder.
"Well, you only have yourself to blame for the shirt." He smirks at you.
"True, but I had a feeling a little skin would make that curse get all worked up. And there’s no secret that I’m easy on the eyes."
You snort in response, but you’re quickly silenced when he appears right in front of you — with a cheeky smile.
"Don’t try to pretend like you don’t agree. Now let’s go back, I need you to tend to my wounds."
-
"Hey, careful." He might be the strongest, but right now he’s acting more like a baby.
Satoru squirms underneath you, making it harder for you to clean his wounds. You shoot him a stern look — hoping it would be enough to make him lay still. Ineffective.
"Oh my god, will you stop moving." Gathering all your strength — pinning him down, which only results him grinning at you playfully.
"Okay I’ll lay still. Please don’t be so strict." Innocent eyes look up at you, persuading you to have sympathy for him.
It works, sadly. But you’re not going to let him know that.
"Maybe you shouldn’t have let that woman feel you up like that, bet you secretly enjoyed it. You perv."
"Curse* not woman. Is it jealousy I sense? Ouch!" You smack his stomach playfully — rolling your eyes at his stupid snickers.
"Hey, you…" Satoru’s voice change to a more gentle tone and you look at him — sincerity in his eyes, your heart starts to pond in your chest.
He wraps his hand around yours, his mouth now in a genuine smile. Satoru sits up slightly — supporting his weight on his elbows.
"Thank you." His voice in a gentle tone.
"For what—" your question is cut off by his lips touching yours, his movements gentle and careful.
Before you can reciprocate his kiss, he pulls back and looks at you — his dreamy blue orbs again pulls you into their depths.
With a loss of words you, you decide to throw yourself over him, resulting in his back hitting the mattress — a laugh escape his lips before it’s your turn to silence him.
You bravely go in for a kiss, your hands framing his head, fingers caressing his white locks. It takes Satoru a moment before he register what just happened, but when he does — he’s eager to kiss you back with passion.
His hands move down to your hips, lifting you up to sit on top of him — then they travel up your back and pull your body down to his.
Your breast rubs against his torso, a small whimper escape his mouth when your body rubs against his band-aided wound. He doesn’t care. Satoru figure he can withstand some pain if it meant he could enjoy the feeling of your body against his.
Tongues clashing between your mouths — your hips grinds against his — you moan in relief when the friction from his hardness rubs against your bundle of nerves.
Before pulling away, you give his bottom lip a soft bite — smiling in triumph when he moans. You lean into his hand cupping your cheek, returning the smile he’s giving you.
"Satoru, there’s still Yun." You mumble softly, his thumb stroking affectionate circles on the apple of your cheek.
"You wanna go find him?"
"Yes, we should finish the mission." Reluctantly you remove yourself from him. In all honesty, what you truly want is to jump his bones more right then and there.
But you couldn’t relax properly before the mission is finished, especially when you learned about Yun’s story — you frown at the thought, sadness wash over your face when you think about the boys suffering.
At least this time, those wicked witches aren’t here to prolong his sufferings.
"We’ll make sure the boy finds peace." Satoru comforts you, almost as if he read your mind.
-
You and Satoru are sitting next to each other — the train more crowded this time so you’re sitting in a two-man seat, facing the right way so he won’t get motion sickness.
Your head is resting on his shoulder trying your best to get some rest — thankfully this time Satoru lets you. The only disturbance from him is his fingers tracing soft strokes on the inside of your palm and up your forearm.
You’re enjoying it, the touch feels soothing — but you can’t seem to find it in your to rest. You think about how Yun cried and screamed in pain when you expelled him.
"Satoru, do you think he’s in a happier place now?"
His fingers move to your palm and wrap themselves around yours before he answers. Satoru know why you ask, he remember the sad look on your face and the tears streaming down you cheeks as you watched Yun disappear.
Satoru couldn’t really know for sure what happened to the boy after that, but anything is better than the endless suffering he had been through all those years.
"I believe he is." He leans in to kiss the crown of your head before leaning down to rest his cheek on the very spot.
"What will happen when we’re back home?" Fiddling with the hem of your shirt — your eyes looking down on your intertwined fingers.
There’s a long silence before he turn around to face you — and you do the same, he takes off his glasses to properly look at you.
You see his mouth turn into a cheeky grin.
"I don’t know, but one thing is for sure. I’m taking you out on a proper date when we’re back. If that’s what you want… I mean—." You giggle as you place a soft kiss on his flustered cheek and then one on his lips.
"I would love that."
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AN: phew, there. You finished it, good job on completing this story. Please give me feedback! I realise I suck at writing endings, so I’m just going to end it here. Thanks a lot for reading my story, hope you enjoyed it.
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jj with a really super girly reader!! like pink everything, bows, the whole coquette look🎀💗🍓
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ఌ whenever you decide to paint your own nails for once, he always helps you paint your dominant hand, holding your hand in his larger one, tongue poking out between his lips in concentration as he focuses. giggling a little, “oops. you got it jayj.” whenever he’d , go out of the lines a little, spilling some of the glittery polish onto your finger.
ఌ convincing him to do the tiktok trend where you tie a bow around your bf’s bicep and him mindlessly agreeing whilst scrolling on his phone, looking up at he hears you chirp a little ‘all done!’ to see the little pink bow tied delicately around his arm and grinning at you, “look just like you now, pretty.”
ఌ him coming over to see your vase which is normally filled with pretty pink or red roses is empty, asking you about it casually, “oh, i’ve been meaning to get some more at the market, keep forgettin’.” you’d reply, muffled against his shoulder as you watch the tv, he takes a mental note and you forget about the interaction all together until the next day you come home from work to see a fresh bouquet of baby pink roses sitting all pretty in your vase, and a little note, “hope you like the flowers girly. ♡︎” making you smile and shoot him a thankyou text, all giddy that he remembers lil’ things you tell him.
ఌ buying you a matching pink zippo lighter to his and carving both of your initials into it like he did on his!! maybe tying a lil’ pink bow around it when he gave it to you, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly anticipating your reaction “sorry it’s not much baby-“ not giving him chance to finish before flinging yourself into his arms and smattering his face with grateful kisses.
ఌ you’ve basically built a collection of those little animal skincare/makeup headbands with the lil’ snails and bunny’s and he’d deffo wear one while you do your makeup or tries them all one, finding it funny to distract you because he thinks you look adorable when you scold him.
ఌ when he starts staying over at your house more often he uses your body washes and shampoos because it’s basically his only option!! (also because he loves the smell of you, duh.) but you buy him his own little toiletry basket with shampoo, body wash, deodorant maybe a mini of his cologne and put a toothbrush for him in your bathroom so they’re together all cute!!
ఌ having little self care nights when you put on cute scented sheet masks and him wearing a tiger one with the whiskers and everything, patting it down against his warm skin as he keeps fake biting you, sniggering when you look at him disapprovingly with a “jj.” because he can’t take you seriously in that unicorn sheet mask!!
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unfinishedslurs · 1 year
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aware of his bisexuality steve (steddie, buckingham)
“Is that a hickey?” Comes out of Steve’s mouth without permission. But there it is, bright purple and red against the slope of her neck. She’s been walking kind of funny this morning, too. He’d assumed her period came early, but… “Rob, did you—“
Eddie fumbles the coffee mug he was pulling down. Chrissy freezes, face turning white with fear. Robin whips around, face bright red, and slaps a hand over her neck. 
“Bathroom!” She yelps. “Bathroom now!”
“Wait,” Eddie says, setting the mug down with trembling hands. “It was me. Sorry, man.”
Steve stares at him, unimpressed. Why the fuck would he lie about—
He looks at Chrissy again, who takes a nervous step back, and it clicks. 
“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “You. You gave Robin a hickey. Had totally awesome sex that she didn’t even tell me about.” He directs that last bit at Robin pointedly. He told her almost immediately when he lost his guy-ginity. Traitor. “Yep. Sure. Got it.”
Eddie blinks, confused. Robin buries her face in her hands. 
“Oh my god, calm down,” she groans. “That’s not going to work. Steve’s cool.”
“Cool?” Chrissy asks, still looking ready to bolt. 
“Super cool,” he assures her. “The coolest. So incredibly cool, even if my best friend didn’t even tell me when she lost her virginity.”
“Steve!”
“Sorry, sorry,” he says. “But I am going to need details, Buckley. We can go over what worked, and what needs more oomph.”
“Oh my god, can we talk about this anywhere else,” Robin groans, at the same time Eddie asks, “What, so you can get off on it later?”
“What,” Steve says. 
“You think two girls are hot, is that it?” He’s got a sneer on his face now, but Steve’s more observant than Dustin gives him credit for. Even if he wasn’t, it’d be hard to miss how hard his hands are shaking, the nervous tilt to his mouth. 
“Ew.” Steve’s face screws up. “Dude, no. It’s Robin.”
“Hey, fuck you,” Robin breaks in, from where she’s started comforting Chrissy. “You thought I was hot for at least a summer.”
His mouth drops open in betrayal. “We agreed to never talk about that again!”
“Can’t help being sexy,” she coons. Chrissy giggles wetly. “You wanna get married, Harrington? Have my babies? Stay home and raise six little nuggets while I bring home the bread?”
“I hate you,” he informs her. “Hate you so much. We’ll have a nice, heterosexual wedding and share a sad, heterosexual kiss, and you’ll carry me over the threshold of our nice, heterosexual house, and we’ll have boring, heterosexual sex that gives us nice, heterosexual babies, because we are so heterosexual and happy in our suburburban house in our nice little heterosexual town.”
He’s honestly kind of proud of himself for saying heterosexual so many times. Usually he fumbles words with that many syllables, especially after that many times in a row. 
Chrissy is outright laughing, now, endearing little snorts making their way between giggles. Eddie is looking between them like they’re a puzzle he can’t piece together. Robin grins.
“I’ll cuck you with the secretary.”
“Not if I cuck you first. You’ll be away all day in that office of yours, and I need someone big and strong to carry all the new furniture I ordered.”
“I knew it! I knew Timmy wasn’t mine!”
“Oh, but I couldn’t help myself,” he swoons. “Mark was just so sweet, with his bulging biceps and hand flexes, all hot and sweaty from helping poor little me while you were away! You know I’m weak to curly hair and brown eyes, Rob, how’s a man supposed to resist?”
“Fag,�� she says, not without affection. 
“Dyke,” he shoots back. 
“Cocksucker.”
“Carpet—“
“Okay,” Eddie breaks in, clapping his hands. He and Robin both startle, and so does Chrissy from where she’s been watching them like a particularly interesting tennis match. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Robin lost her virginity and didn’t even tell me,” Steve says immediately, like he’s tattling to the principal. 
“Steve doesn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting,” Robin retorts. 
“I told you when I had gay sex,” he whines, and Eddie chokes. “I hate you. See if I ever give you tips again.”
“Oh, is that what you meant?” Chrissy asks. “Please don’t stop. They were good tips.”
Robin flushes all the way down to her toes. 
“You like boys?” Eddie wheezes. 
“Oh,” Steve blinks. “Yeah? I thought you knew.”
“You thought I—how would I know?”
The fuck is that supposed to mean? Steve’s been flirting with him for months!
“Robin always says we can sense each other! You sensed her.”
“You told him?” Eddie’s mouth drops open, and Robin looks sheepish.
“She didn’t have to,” Steve snarks. “You’re flagging in Hawkins, man. Was I supposed to miss it?”
“You know what flagging is?”
“Again, in case you missed it, I fuck men.”
“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “Fuck! Christ, I can’t believe this. You’re, like, the epitome of heterosexual. I spent half of high school having to hear about how much pussy you were getting. Why are you not straight?”
“Wow, Eddie,” he deadpans. “Are you saying just because I like men and woman, I’m not queer enough? That’s kind of homophobic of you, man.”
“Yeah, Eddie, wow,” Robin says. “I thought you were better than this.” 
“Fuck off,” Eddie says. “I feel like I need to lie down. My entire worldview just shattered.”
“I have a couch?” Chrissy offers shyly. “Or a bedroom, if you need a minute away.” Fuck, Steve kind of adores her. Especially since she’s apparently vicious n bed, if the five other hickies he counts just from Robin bending down a little to whisper in her ear are any indication. Good for her.  
“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Robin says, with a glint in her eye that means he’s either going to love or hate what comes next. “If it helps, Steve’s never fucked a man in his life.”
Eddie’s brow furrows, looking between the two of them. “So…you’re just making fun of me?”
He looks a little angry now, and Steve can’t make heads or tails of this conversation because, “What the hell, Rob, yes I have—“
“Oh, so suddenly you’re the one doing the fucking?”
“Stop making fun of me for taking it!”
Eddie lets out an honest to god moan that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up. “Right,” he says fervently. “Okay. I need to lie down, like, for real.” 
They watch him stride down the hall, so fast he’s almost running, and slam the door closed behind him.
“I could totally top,” he mutters to Robin as something that sounds vaguely like muffled screaming echoes down the hall. “I top girls all the time. It’s not my fault prostates are a gift from God.”
“Uh, you top because all the girls you fuck are from small town Indiana. If one of them brought out the strap you’d drop to your knees so fast—“
“That’s—I like topping!”
“Your favorite position is cowgirl. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”
“I will show Chrissy your baby pictures,” he hisses. Robin makes a face at him. Chrissy nods excitedly from where she’s still tucked under Robin’s arm. 
“Oh what’s that?” Robin practically shouts. “You like being pressed against walls and ravished? You want someone to tie you up and have their filthy way with you? Is that what you said, Steve?”
Another noise from the bedroom. He narrows his eyes at her. “What are you doing?”
“Helping,” she says sweetly. “You’re both hopeless.”
“I told you he’s shy!”
“Eddie?” Chrissy asks. “Shy?”
“Yeah, okay, I was confused too, but I figured it was the romance! He told me he hasn’t actually been in a relationship before, I assumed he was nervous to take that step.”
“Yeah, but dingus,” Robin says sweetly. “You’re missing a puzzle piece here. He thought you were straight. He thought he was flirting with his straight best friend he didn’t have a chance in hell with, and then he finds out that said best friend likes taking it up the ass and men with brown eyes.”
“Oh,” Steve says, realization dawning. “Oh, fuck. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”
Robin smacks the back of his head. “Why are you stupid?”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Chrissy says. “Like, really don’t have to worry about that.”
“I’m not coming over tonight,” Robin says. “I’m gonna stay with Chrissy again. Er…if that’s okay?”
“That sounds amazing.” Chrissy beams, and Robin turns red again.
“Yeah, I’m going to stay with Chrissy again tonight. You are going to invite Eddie to stay the night when he gets done with his little crisis, and then we’re getting lunch at the diner tomorrow and you can tell me about it before our shift.”
“Right,” Steve says. “Right, I can do this. I’ve invited guys over before, how hard can it be? It’s just Eddie. But that was hotel rooms, not my house and my bedroom with my shitty wallpaper. And it’s Eddie. Fuck, what if I’m shit at it? Robin, what if I’m actually bad at sex and everyone who’s ever said I was good was lying because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings? Oh my god, I’m totally bad at sex.”
“Woah, dingus, slow down. I think we took the mind meld too far, you’re turning into me.”
“If it helps, I don’t think you’re bad at sex,” Chrissy says. Steve and Robin look at her, and she flushes. “Because of the tips! Not because—I’ve never slept with you, but some of my friends did, and I got three orgasms out of last night, so…”
“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “I was worried for a minute.” Then he raises an eyebrow at Robin, and holds out his hand for a high five. She slaps it, begrudgingly proud of herself, and then takes the hand to pull him into a headlock that’s honestly more of a hug than anything. 
“You’re fine,” she whispers in his ear. “You’re great at sex, as you keep telling me. What’s more, you’re funny, charming, handsome, brave, caring—“
“Aww, Robin, are you getting sappy on me?”
“Plus Eddie literally moaned in front of you when he found out you bottomed. I really don’t think there’s a way to fuck that up.”
Steve grins. “He did do that. I’m going to make so much fun of him later.”
“So,” Eddie says with a smirk, “men with brown eyes?”
“Hey man, don’t look at me. Blame Jonathan.”
Now Eddie looks stunned, mouth dropping open. “Byers?” He says, sounding betrayed. “You have a crush on Byers of all people?”
Steve feels offended on Jonathan’s behalf. “What’s that supposed to mean? Jonathan’s a good guy!”
“I guess.”
“What do you mean you guess? He’s sweet, passionate, good with kids, nice eyes. Can pack a punch. I mean, what’s not to like?”
“Uh, didn’t he steal your girlfriend?”
He waves that off. “That was, like, years ago, man. We’re cool now.”
“Right, okay,” Eddie mutters. “Well have fun with Byers, I guess.”
It clicks. “Oh,” he says. “Oooh. You’re jealous.”
Eddie splutters. “Jealous? I’m not—I don’t—you’re jealous!”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yes,” Eddie says resolutely, not looking at him. 
“Right,” Steve agrees. “Well, if I am jealous, maybe I should know that I got over Jonathan years ago, and have since moved on to brighter, hopefully more attainable pastures than my ex’s ex.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“A different man with brown eyes?” He suggests. “Who is also good with kids, and passionate, and…” he trails off, suddenly realizing all those times Robin made fun of him might not be based on nothing. “Oh my god, I have a type. Shit, I have to tell Robin she was right.”
“I figured that was a common occurrence.”
“Shut up. Where was I going with this? I had a point.”
“You were telling me how awesome I am?”
“Oh, suddenly it’s you we’re talking about?”
“I mean,” suddenly Eddie looks shy, and Steve can’t help but think even with the change in context he might have been right when he told Robin Eddie was nervous about being in a real, romantic relationship, “isn’t it?”
He feels himself smile, slow and wide and probably more revealing than he means it to be. “Yeah,” he says, in a tone he knows Robin would call soppy, “it is.”
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