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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Six. "Come Together."

Oh my God, OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!!! SO! I know, it’s been so fucking long, I wanted to get this out a while ago but then we got the apartment, I got a new job, left my old one, moved to a whole new city and did a lot more, it’s been a nuts month for me. So I am sorry this took as long as it did but this is a great fucking update in my opinion, an important point in the story that deserved the proper attention! So I hope you all enjoy it, that it was worth the wait, and any and all feedback is highly encouraged here! Thank you so much for reading!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.5K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Reader. Warnings: Making Out. Grinding. Thigh Riding. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Hand Job. Cum Eating. Pseudo-Threesome. Biting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Denial. Voyurism. Banter. Taunting. Teasing. Begging. Serious Conversation. Emotions.

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You responded to Chucky’s question quickly and simply with, “What are we still doing here?”

“Good fuckin’ question.” Came his response and both of your hands were taken, one by each of them and you were tugged and pulled along out of the store, the book you were initially considering buying dropped on a shelf on the way.

The walk back was more of a half-jog, you were unreasonably excited, could feel the underwear you wore, black lace by the way, a good call on your part, getting significantly damp. The idea they presented, the contest, was unfairly hot, they really wanted you, craved you, wanted to make you feel so good they BET on it for fucks sake. They bet on the privilege of it. You can honestly say you had never had someone, let alone two someone’s, so invested in you and your physical enjoyment, not just so early on but period.

Your skates, laced together and slung over your shoulder bounced as you nearly skipped along with them, avoiding snow banks and icy patches, you had never seen their place before and you were curious to see how they lived.

Soon enough you were in front of a modest looking apartment building, keys procured from his pocket and the door unlocked, you were ushered in, her gloved hand on your lower back, “This way sweet thing.”

You could get used to her calling you that.

There was no elevator, just a few floors and up the staircases you tread till you were led to their apartment, another door unlocked and you went in with them both. The door was closed and then two sets of hands and two mouths were on you. Heated kisses and wandering hands helped and boots were kicked off, scarves untangled and thrown aside, gloves shoved into pockets and coats unzipped and hastily thrown in the direction of the coat rack. All the outer wear was left near the door, skates dropped without a care too and you were far too wrapped up in them to pay much attention to the apartment.

First she is kissing you before she is breaking away then he is and her hands are on your waist, she’s behind you, leading you, pulling you somewhere as he is kissing your neck and you soon realise you are in a different room.

Shit, not just any room, their bedroom. You only get time for a quick glance around, you get only a brief sense of the colour palette and style before you are being kissed once again.

She is on you once more and you are all too aware of how hot and bothered you are, the thin fabric you wore between your legs felt incredibly wet, his leg is between yours and your hips buck on instinct seeking more friction. The seam of your jeans was well placed and provided some very good friction that made your breath catch.

You heard him laugh, he pressed his thigh harder, his hands gripping your arms to pull you down as he worked you over again, making you grind once more and your mouth broke away from Tiffany’s with a soft moan. He spoke up, “God, she’s real sensitive, huh? Just like someone else I know.”

“Yeah, she’s already been so fun to play with, can’t wait to taste her all over again.” Tiffany responded as he nipped at your ear making your hips rock again. He asked, sounding like he was smiling, “Right?”

So much focus all on you was almost hard to take, you weren’t sure what to zero in on, his mouth on your neck or his thigh between yours or Tiffany’s hands sliding under your top and feeling her chest press into your back. Her hands aren’t stopping, moving up and feeling the soft skin of your sides until they are high enough to catch the edge of your bra and you aren’t sure who to arch closer into as Tiffany touches you and Chucky’s mouth is on yours once more.

You lose yourself to this for a moment, to kissing him back, feeling the ache that had been steadily building since the bookstore and you had the briefest thought wondering what you were waiting for? They made it crystal fucking clear they want to get you off again and that was the whole idea of them inviting you to their apartment and into their bed.

God, you were in their bed, how many times had they done this here? How many times had they fucked sprawled in these sheets? And now here you were, both of their attention on you. It was still freezing winter outside but you were melting inside and between them. Hands trembled slightly as you started to take off your clothing, giving a silent signal that you wanted to progress and they were more than welcome to help you strip, something they both took you up on happily. You broke the kiss to start removing clothing and he let out a breathy laugh, “Eager, eh?”

You nodded as she tugged you off of his thigh as you were taking off your shirt, throwing it aside, the pretty bra you had picked out in hopes of something like this happening on display. She was looking over your shoulder as her hands snaked around your front to start opening your jeans, “Fuck, I have been dreaming about this view.”

She probably had one of the best bodies you had ever seen and to be fair you hadn’t even seen it yet, not really, through all this she has remained fully dressed, although you hoped that would change this afternoon.

Tiffany practically purred it in your ear, nails lightly scratched as they ran up your sides and she said, “C’mon Chucky doesn’t she look amazing?”

You glanced at him to see him rubbing his thumb on his pants as if he was trying to remove a stain, brows furrowed as you wondered what he was doing until you saw the dark spot. You realized you had gotten so fucking excited it had seeped through your jeans, and onto him. His gaze caught yours, cocky and shit eating grin, you watched as he brought his thumb up and sucked the small amount of you that was there, his eyes slowly starting to move down, taking in the view of you in your bra and being peeled out of your jeans by his girlfriend. You had to say this was a pretty successful second date and you weren’t even out of your pants yet.

He dropped his hand away from his face, leaning closer to help remove the offending clothing the rest of the way off, “She looks better than any dream I’ve had Tiff.”

Awful flirts and teases and flatterers the pair of them. You needed to turn this back on them.

“I think you both are a little too dressed still.” You asserted and they pair laughed, “Awe honey that’s cute but this is about you gettin’ off still.”

Chucky agreed with what Tiffany said, throwing your pants aside, with a wide grin as he said, “Yeah, we still have a bet to settle, then we can talk about us getting naked.”

“Yeah, worry about us later.” She assured you. Both of them couldn’t stop looking at you in the matching black lace that framed you so beautifully.

A slight pout and were going to try again when Chucky made a move to start touching you, a hand on your hip and the other sliding easily between your legs when Tiffany stopped him, reaching out, her manicured hand gripping his wrist. “What are you doin’?”

“Starting?” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and she laughed, “And why do you get to go first?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” He asked and you were stuck in the middle, pressed between the couple, currently arguing over who gets to make you cum first. When did your life become this unbelievable?

You were soaked and honestly wanting them to stop talking and fighting over you and just start doing it. They were stuck in a loop of back and forth and you get an idea, thumbs hook in the sides of your panties and you take them off, holding them up as you spread your legs, playfully spinning the damp garment on your finger, “You gonna keep me waiting all afternoon here?”

A look shared over your shoulder and they realised that no they would not. The fight was dropped, they negotiated much easier after that, since Chucky went first last time, Tiffany got to go first this time.

You were laying back on the bed and she was making a move to get on her knees but Chucky stopped her, “Uh no way, I don’t think so.”

“What?” She asked with a huff and he said, “You already had your shot at eating out, I say we swap, to make it really fair so she’s had both from both of us. Fingers only for you this time babe.”

She reluctantly agreed that that made sense with a roll of her eyes. She is fine with this because she is damn good with her fingers and she knows it. He settled in beside you to watch, almost pressed to you, Tiffany is undeterred and if anything emboldened by the prospect of showing off for him. She is on the bed, climbing on top of you, a hand to your cheek and capturing your lips in another intense kiss that shocks you so much it takes a moment to begin to return it. You didn’t have a single care at that moment, fuck your makeup getting ruined, fuck being quiet, you could really let go here in this space, totally safe and not a thing to hide.

She was very in control, leading the make out easily and you let her, followed along, found a good rhythm of give and take. As her tongue breached your mouth you felt your breathing falter, especially when her hands started to wander again. Fingertips brush over your shoulder, a palm cups your chest, thumb circling your nipple through the thin fabric causing your back to bend, seeking to be closer to the stimulation she provided.

Just when you felt it might be getting to be too much, just when you wanted to start begging for some serious attention, it’s like she read your mind, her hand now between your legs. Once her hand was there she didn’t waste much time, skillfull fingers tracing up your bare slit, he let out a quiet moan into your mouth. You can hear the smile on her face, pulling away enough to say, “She’s practically dripping over here Chucky.”

“You’re welcome.” He said with that same overly confident grin and she bit back, two fingers working up, starting at your hole and running up and passing over your clit, “Yeah like this is all for you.”

“Isn’t it?” He asked as he leaned in closer and she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, “Yeah sure big guy, now shut up. You’ll get your turn to disappoint her.”

“Ouch Tiff.” He pretended to sound hurt, a hand to his chest and a giggle escaped you before Tiffany kissed you again, ignoring him in favour of you. She really began then, fingers dipped inside briefly, collecting some of your more than ample wetness and using it to make her touch glide along you easier.

Every move carried a distinct purpose, there was care there but not in a way that showed she didn’t think you could handle some rougher treatment, the pressure she employed was pretty damn great considering this was her what, second time touching you like this? She seemed to be taking in every hint you gave, reading your body language and the pitch of your moans amazingly well, even the broken and weak words you spoke giving her an even better idea.

The quiet asks, “Harder?” and “Fa-faster-” and “-a little to the left-oh God!” were taken to heart.

Something else that was also making this so much better was him. Right here, watching intently, in between breaks of Tiffany kissing you, when her mouth would wander lower, her hand never slowing you would see him. His own gaze going from your face, to watching how your body moved and how easily Tiffany manipulated you with two fingers.

Her tongue traced over your collarbone and you moaned her name, you could see Chucky grinning out of the corner of your eye, “She’s good, eh?”

You let out something between a half laugh and a half moan, “Soooo good.”

“Hear that sweetface? I’m sooooo good.” Tiffany teased with a glance over to him and he was the one to roll his eyes this time, “Stop acting like you got this all sewn up, anythin’ could happen.”

That phrase and the implication with which he said it made you shiver as if you were standing stark naked in the cold winter afternoon outside. There was so much time left in the day, so many possibilities. In the moment though, your head was fairly empty, only concerned with one thing, how good Tiffany was making you feel. Panting breaths slipping out between parted lips and heated kisses, those kisses were getting fewer as her mouth was moving down lower, it causes you to squirm.

Especially when her tongue passes over your nipple through the thin lace, the sound you make causes her to clench involuntarily and it presses her to do it to you again and again. It leads her other hand, the one that was still below your waist and currently wrecking you, to hook in and pull down, exposing the last bit of you to her.

The other cup is pulled down until the straps have slipped past your shoulders, still hooked around your arms, the rest of the garment sitting underneath your bust and she breathes out as if totally intoxicated and enamoured by the mere sight and feel of your body, “You really are something special.”

“Fuck yes she is.” And he reached over, made a move to cup your now exposed chest and you were ready, you wanted to feel them, both of them at once but Tiffany lifted up, her mouth twisting into a small frown as she smacked his hand away. “Ow, the fuck Tiff?-”

He cursed and she said firmly with a point, “It’s my turn. No touching.”

“Spoilsport. If anythin’ I’d be helping you-” He started and she laughed, her fingers picked up the pace and you whimpered from the spike in sensation. “No you wouldn’t, we are competing, we gotta do this solo or it taints the whole integrity of the competition.”

“It’ll taint the whole integrity of the competition-” He started in a mocking tone and she rolled her eyes again and chose that moment for her lips to close around one of your nipples, she sucked, tongue lathed and your eyes fell closed with a loud and indulgent moan. She has a very particular want at that moment and she doesn’t stop herself, slender fingers abandon your clit momentarily, slipping down and then inside causing a sharp inhale from you at the sudden penetration.

“Oh my God-” She sounded near awed as she experimentally thrust her fingers in and out of you, extremely careful and mindful of her nails which were not obscenely long at the moment, did she opt for a shorter style for this exact purpose? You can’t linger on that as she curls her fingers and says, “-you feel…Fuck, I don’t even know how to describe how you feel inside.”

The praise washes over you and makes you arch closer to her, desperate for more of whatever she has to offer you.

“You felt this yet?” She asked, eyes looking over to her partner and he said, “I did but I was wearing gloves at the time.”

“Gloves? The leather ones he likes?” She questioned and you realised it was meant for you and you nodded with a whimper. “So I got to feel you raw first, lucky me.” She hummed, fingers not slowing as her thumb circled your clit, continuing to thrust in and out of you.

“Stop soundin’ so confident.” He said in an annoyed tone and she laughed, “Never.”

The longer it went on, the better it got, the better you felt and you were less and less able to be quiet. And during this, through the haze of pleasure you did recognize one thing, that Chucky was having a hard time keeping still and to himself. You knew he wanted to be a part of this, to touch. Did he regret setting up this contest?

You had no time or space to think as she continued to touch and talk. “You sound so pretty.”

Her teeth graze as she praises you, every single part of you and you feel it build, getting so close so quickly, it snuck up on you, the feeling was good, terribly good but it was starting to peak so suddenly and you can’t breathe properly.

“Oh you gettin’ close?” She teased and you nodded, a small whine as the climb continued and she laughed, it didn't feel mean spirited, it was light and warm, encouraging, “C’mon then sweetheart. Let go.”

What she says is more than enough to push you over the edge and you fall, blissfully and you cum on her fingers with a shudder, it started low and then worked its way up, running through your whole body. Not like you were aware of what you were doing, not really, all you knew is how fucking incredible it felt, not how your body was responding to what she was doing, you think you were moaning something, praise, or yes or her name, hard to tell with how breathless she made you.

Naive. Totally naive is what you are, for thinking for even a moment that the first time you shared with her was as good as it could get, she outdid herself, easily. It was nearly maddening, the fact that she did it with seemingly so little effort.

When pleasure finally gave way to slight pain and overstimulation, you swallowed hard, your throat felt dry and tongue thick as you reach out blindly and weakly push on her arm, “Ah, stop, stop, fuck-”

She relented, pulled her fingers out and her hand away as she said around a chuckle, “Alright, alright.”

She brought her hand up and sucked on her fingers, tasting you as she watched you recover, eyes drawing over your body on the bed below as you panted and tried to regain some strength and come back to yourself post orgasm.

Again almost sensing what you needed you feel her hands on you, warm and comforting, her touch self assured as she started below your knees and dragged her hands up, touched and felt. It did wonders for you. Made you feel much more comfortable, made your breathing slow, deeper, more natural and full. She helped you come down, once she pressed a soft kiss to your lips with a question of, “You good?”

You responded with a nod and a hum, she rewarded you with another press of her lips to yours before she started to get off of you, sitting at your opposite side, and as soon as she is doing that, ass to bed sheets, he is on you.

The kissing is frantic, needy, in between him pressing kisses to your mouth he was grinding against you, clearly hard as fuck through his pants and pressing himself into your hip. “That was so fuck-ing hot, Christ.”

You let out a moan that was louder than you meant to into his mouth, his tongue passed over yours before he pulled back, “I knew getting to watch would be good but-”

He couldn’t even finish the thought, as if consumed with the need to he kissed you again and your hips bucked up, heat flaring inside you again so quickly. It was as if that fire never went out, it was simply dimmed but him instigating this make out so forcefully fanned the flames and brought it all back, so fast, caused it to burn bright and strong.

He pulled back again, finally continuing that thought, “-I had no idea it would be like that.”

You can feel Tiffany’s eyes on you now, her watching and the sheer tension of it, the clear want she was feeling, even though it was less than two minutes since she last touched you. Just as he struggled earlier, she seemed to be, and he hadn’t really done anything as of yet.

In another two minutes he had pawed and groped and worked his way down to where he is now kneeling on the floor and tossing your bra aside and his hands are on your hips, tugging you to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t waste time, he knows how ready you are, see’s the evidence of it clearly on display, on your inner thighs and the sheets themselves and right there. You are soaked and swollen, leaking, literally throbbing, he takes the smallest pause to look at you, really taking you in for the first time at eye level.

You can’t help but look at him looking at you, see the arousal wash over him, how he is affected by the sight and smell of you so close to his face. And then, he buries his face between your legs, his tongue makes contact first, at your drooling hole before licking a firm stripe straight up over your straining clit making you arch with your finger tangled in the sheets and a call of his name. After that first lick he takes a deep breath, a quiet, “Fuck, you taste good.”

Was uttered, a lick of his lips before he was diving back in greedily.

He eats you out differently than she does, almost like he was doing it for his pleasure more than yours, but by doing that? It made it better, so much fucking better, knowing how much he was getting off it only serves to increase the feeling you experienced. He left no part unexplored, you felt incredibly wet, from him or you you didn’t know as he switched between broad strokes of his tongue over your lips and hole and more small and precise licks against your clit.

He has also clearly gotten tips and instruction from her over their time together but he puts his own spin on it. Hard to define, especially when you are caught up in such strong pleasure, but the way he wraps his lips around your clitoris, the way he flicks his tongue and strong fingers dig into your thighs, it feels unmistakably him. Even if it was at one point partially coached or instructed by her before you stumbled into their lives, as if he took what she said seriously, trusted her, but also wanted to do it HIS way.

His hands move, slide down under your thighs and come to rest near your ass, his thumbs spread you open, he pulls back, looking up close once more as if in disbelief he was here and doing this with you right now. He leaned in, a hard lick over your whole slit and your clit, a choked moan leaving you before he looked again, seeing how you respond, the clench of your hole and the throb of your sensitive bud he is achingly hard.

“You gonna stare at it all afternoon or are you gonna eat it?” Tiffany taunted and he says, “Shut it.” Before he leans in and latches on and sucking deeply.

“Oh God-Chucky yes!” It tumbled from your mouth so fast, eyes squeezing shut and you heard him hum in acknowledgement and satisfaction, the vibration you felt making you rock into his face.

Not only did it feel amazing, it also felt hot just from that perspective alone, that this is how he wanted to do it. Tongue flicking up and from side to side, through your folds, and down. He kept any deviation up top and as he went along he felt out your reactions, what made you breathe deeper and make your body tense, he focused on a particular rhythm right where you needed it.

Another curse broke out and Tiffany, who had of course been watching all of this with great interest, said teasingly, “He can’t be that good.”

He pulled away briefly with a scoff, his mouth wet with you as he asserted, “Fuck you, yes I am.”

“I dunno about that.” She sighed and he threw her a look from between your legs, “Yes you do, you’ve had it yourself!”

And as if to illustrate his point that he was done with this conversation his mouth locked back onto your cunt and your cry drowned out Tiffany’s retort.

Considering how quickly you came before it didn’t take much for you to start getting close. You are so sensitive right now that almost anything fleets like it would be enough to get you there, his careful and specialised attention, with that undercurrent of need was more than needed to make you break apart.

“Ye-yeah, just like that.” You begged, a small plea for him to not stop, to please just keep going, what you wanted was clear and nothing would make him stop. You rocked your hips, ground your throbbing clit on his tongue, unable to hold back, chasing your own end. The view right now was frankly stellar, his eyes were closed as he focused on you, brows furrowed in concentration, strong hands back on your thighs as he sucked on your clit like his life depended on it.

He was still far too dressed, as was she, it was infuriating, you were naked, totally bare and you hadn’t even seen him without a shirt on.

You can feel her next to you, still watching, can hear her heavy breathing over the blood rushing in your ears, she was just as affected as he was earlier, stuck watching but not partaking. Then, the climb reached its peak, you weren’t on the edge anymore, you were over it. You cum so hard, you don’t think a single coherent word makes it through just a mess of weak moaning as you tremble on the end of his tongue, lost in bliss as he doesn’t relent through your orgasm. You aren’t capable of thought at the moment but if you were it would probably be related to a complete inability to choose between them and be the deciding factor in this contest. How could you ever choose?

Both were so good but for entirely different reasons, both had completely different approaches that felt thoroughly them. It was like comparing your favourite dinner and your favourite dessert, they are both fantastic but both in totally different categories. How can you seriously compare one orgasm between another? The whole idea of this contest is ludacris but really, the competition is nothing more than an excuse and can you really complain when the centre of it is about you getting off hard and often.

Back to the moment you are currently locked in, unable to stay still, his head still buried between your thighs.

He softens as you reach the end of it, no longer sucking fiercely instead taking it slower, making sure you aren’t too overstimulated until you make a sound that is clearly discomfort and then Tiffany is kissing you before Chucky has even broken contact.

You rush to kiss her back and she moans into your mouth, you are reaching out, starting to touch her, hands on her shoulders as Chucky finally breaks away, you feel the bed shifting, him moving to be closer. In between kissing her you start to tell her, “I wanna make you feel good, both of you, want it so much-”

Cutting yourself off as your other hand locks onto Chucky’s collar and pulling him to you, stealing a kiss from him that he leans into for only a minute, until Tiffany is asking, “Wait, wait, wait, who won?”

He hummed and broke the kiss with you to ask, “Yeah, who won?”

You aren’t having it, you attempt to force another kiss but he pulls back, “Uh-uh, tell us-” when he denied you his mouth you leaned down and worked at his neck instead and that made his sentence break off. You kiss and touch, your hand slides down Tiffany’s shoulder and ghost over her chest and you don’t let up. Tiffany tried to ask again and you muttered, “You told me to worry about you and him later. And now? It’s later.”

That is enough and makes their shared resolve break. It escalates quickly after that. Mid make out with Tiffany you started to pull at her clothes and he helped, her jeans are taken off and it is more skin than has ever been exposed to you so far. She favoured skirts and dresses with short hemlines, you had seen plenty of her legs so far, but now they were bare, no tights or stockings, and also those deep purple panties and her gorgeous hips totally on display. You reach out and touch, hands on her thighs and you inhale deeply, her skin is insanely soft and warm, she leaned up closer to you with a sigh, wanting more.

You provide.

You rush leaning forward, a hungry kiss, deep and needy, her tongue makes the first move to your mouth, another shared moan from the rush it brings to you both. Your hand is between her legs, feeling her up for the first time and your head is swimming as if she was touching you again.

Chucky isn’t going to be left out like this, he throws her jeans aside and his hands are on you both next, “You forgettin’ about me already?”

You broke the kiss with Tiffany and you affirmed with an indulgent smile, copying her from earlier as you said, “Never.”

He grabs a hold of one of your hands and brings it down, he opened his belt and pants, you palm him and really feel him as he teases, “You sayin’ I’m unforgettable?”

You close your hand around him, squeeze through his underwear after you had slid your hand into his open pants and you feel his breath stutter slightly and fuck if that isn’t a powerful feeling. “More like insufferable.” Tiffany quips as she touches you, reaching out, vying for more of your affection and attention as he starts to protest, you flex your hand once more and put a stop to another petty argument starting. A fond, “Shut up.”

He listens.

A good position for all of you is found. It isn’t spoken about, not seriously, a few brief words and pulls in between making out and you all settle in. Tiffany is perched on your thigh, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her slick and silk covered slit on you, he had his underwear pulled down and your hand wrapped around his bare shaft as a strange and new rhythm is found for the first time. It’s a little clumsy, definitely rushed, frantic, a bit thoughtless, much more about feeling because fuck, this has been coming a long time.

It’s all a blur, of hands and mouths and desperate pleas and moans, panting breaths. It isn’t just you working, both of them know the other so well, hands still gravitate to each other as well as you, mouths still meet and before you can really think at all she is telling you she’s close. It shouldn’t be so shocking but it is, sending another rush of heat through you, Tiffany, totally stunning, usually so composed, with well timed and appropriately biting remakes and jokes, with smudged make-up, about to cum on your thigh.

You feel an intense urge to kiss her, to have her moan her release into your mouth and but the want to hear her is much, much stronger. Your hand slows slightly as you are touching him and he doesn’t complain, in fact he was so close he whispered right in your ear, just for you to hear, “Watch.”

There is no pithy response to that, all you wanted to do was what he told you to and you got to see her fall apart for the first time before your eyes, and what a sight it was. Partially clinging onto him and onto you, pretty manicured nails biting into your forearm as her hips bucked, wonderfully broken moans spilling out from between her lips, slick with sweat and trembling. Christ, you could watch her forever, you wanted to, you wanted to do this over and over and be even more of a direct cause, rather than her just using your thigh to get off.

One thing pulls you out of your reverie and that is Chucky’s hips moving, fucking into your slick fist, you break your attention from her, sliding off of your thigh slowly as she attempts to catch her breath, you focus on him. It doesn’t take long with all the build up so far, in two minutes he is breathing out a warning of his own end and Tiffany's fingers graze over his thigh as she prompts gently, "Do it sweetface."

It must have been all he needed to tumble over the edge with a curse, cum pumping out over your fingers. The pleasure is painted clear on his features, brows pulled together, eyes closed, you don’t resist and lean in, kiss him and swallow the groan he let out, hand not slowing until he winced and pulled away and you let him.

You sat back on your heels and brought your hand up and started to clean up your fingers, sucking the mess up greedily, he tasted surprisingly good and you caught him watching you, a coy smile crossed your face after pulling your cleaned fingers out.

“Fuck.” He spoke and you had to agree, the tone and cadence with which he said it, that word said it all.

You took those clean fingers and made them dirty again, scooping up the mess Tiffany left on your thigh and if he tasted good she tasted great.

You would call this a fairly successful first hook up, there was some closeness shared in their bed after that, everyone not explicitly cuddling but all touching, comfortable silences too. You felt unreasonably happy, still high on how well it has all gone and it wasn’t over, you could feel some lingering energy that there might be more in store for the afternoon but there was no rush.

One of those comfortable silences broken, a sweet and sincere compliment as Tiffany asked Chucky, “Can you get over how hot-” and then she said your name.

Your blood ran cold.

In any other circumstance hearing her post hook up sighing your name like that would be a total fucking joy, a revelation. If only it was your name and not just what she thought your name was.

He was agreeing and said it too and you bit your bottom lip as you cursed internally. You felt so fucking stupid, you totally forgot about the fake name that was given to them back at your job, you haven’t corrected them yet. Man, nothing makes a person crash back to Earth from their post orgasmic high quite like having to grapple with this complex issue wondering if you should just go by this name and essentially lie, or, ruin the mood and admit you have known them for this long going by this false name.

You seriously thought about it, barely listening but the sinking feeling in your stomach, you knew you had to fess up and come clean before this dragged on any longer. You knew the hook up could continue but coming clean was more important than getting fucked and so you spoke up. It was now or never as you said too loudly as you sat up, “That’s not my name!”

They both paused, looked over at you and she asked, “What?” and he followed up with, “Yeah, what?”

“I…That name you have been calling me, it isn’t my real name. It’s a um fake name I go by at work, the bartender? Logan? I tell him that if anyone ever asks my name to tell them that instead, all my coworkers do that.” You said it all in a single rushed exhale, metaphorical guts now on the space on the sheets between you and them.

“And why do you do that exactly?” He asked, his tone sounded genuinely confused and you sighed, “There was a co-worker of mine, they had a not so great experience with someone at an old club of mine who got too friendly and I had a few not so awesome times myself and it just became a thing I did…A protection thing or a uhm, preventive measure kinda thing.”

You took a deep breath and said, “I wasn’t expecting all of this when you first asked for my name but I like you both a lot. I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner, I legitimately forgot until you both said my name and I figured now was better than never.”

You felt better after saying it all but you waited for their response, they looked shocked and to be perfectly honest they were. They were hiding secrets, plenty of them, they thought they had you all figured out, that you were obvious, but no, you were hiding stuff too. You were more like them than they thought and that was a lot to contend with. It was quiet, the air in the room felt different.

“What is your name then?” Tiffany asks and you give it as easily as you breathe, softly you tell them your real name.

They shared a look that once again communicated something you couldn’t pick up on, she gave a half shrug and he nodded and she said, “I think I like that name better anyway.”

“Yeah agreed, suits you much more.” He affirmed.

That was a small comfort but their body language and the rest told you that this was still not right, you figured they just needed time. You glanced at the clock and the encroaching darkness outside the window and offered, “It’s getting late, I think I might get going.”

They didn’t fight you on leaving, simply stating, “If you want to.”

You got redressed, they got partially dressed themselves and walked you to the door, a light kiss from him and one from her on your cheek and you departed, tied skates on your shoulder and coat pulled tight around you.

You felt off but good that you were honest, the ball was in their court, whatever they chose to do with this new information, all you could do was respect their choice. You stepped out onto the street and it felt much, much colder than it did earlier.

#Through The Heart Is The Only Way #Poly!Chiffany #TTHITOW #BHF writing #Charles Less Ray X Reader #Chucky X Reader #Tiffany Ray Valentine X reader #FUCK #I DID IT #I HOPE YOU LOVE IT

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3ofpents · 1 year

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100 Palette Challenge // Palette #5 // Cheveux Rouge

What's this?! Not only did I get a second challenge piece in this week, I got a THIRD one in, and on the same day! Holy schnikes!

This palette is from a really really cool ad for a furnishing company in 1904. It's very Klimpt but make it art deco. I think it's Russian? But I don't know the alphabet well enough to recognize it for sure.

Honestly? I saw that pale peach and the dark blue and was like, "Ah! My chance to try out that Toulouse Lautrec style has come!"

Even the orange was part of the inspiration, really. My mom had a print of Lautrec's Jane Avril painting hanging up in the staircase of the house I grew up in and lived in for almost 30 years and the orange is so prominent in that piece I honestly forgot there was any yellow in it until I looked it up just now to link to it. So this piece was sort of roughly inspired by my decade old memories of that piece.

I had so much fun drawing this piece, though. I got to revisit the curly hair technique I learned from drawing Dan Mora's Aqualad. And it helped me refine a style that I kind of perfected in online pictionary games but just couldn't quite figure out how to translate it to actually drawing a finished piece. Thinking of it in terms of Toulouse Lautrec's style really helped, and I think I could stand to be even more loose with my line work.

There's always room for improvement, but I really love how this came out.

Oh, I also want to give a shoutout to Fat Photo Ref, which I utilized for this piece. If you're looking to learn how to draw larger bodies or even just diversify the bodies you draw, I highly recommend FPR. They have tons of pose references from tons of folks with different body types and shapes. They're all tagged by things pose, level of clothed, type of clothing, gender presentation, actions, so you can easily search by whatever reference you're specifically looking for.

You do have to apply to get access to the archive, but it's completely free. They're just trying to protect their models by making sure you're a real person with a genuine interest in the resource (the internet can be a hostile place to fat folks). Skill level and seriousness as An Artist do not factor into it at all, and they say as much on the google form application.

And, like I said, it's a fantastic resource.

#fat art #art challenge #digital art #artists on tumblr #portrait #personal challenge #100 palette challenge

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okay so, i know this is a crazy update. but i think it was a week or two ago, i was changing over my makeup collection into drawers instead of on a shelf. i have them organized by collections, because i was kind of a collector at one point, and i just, i like to remember the launches and releases, the order in which the brand grew and the story it tells chronologically through their releases, of their brands history. and i cherish the moments of excitement and inspiration that was stirred around, all this awesome energy you know around these beautiful launches which so much love and care went into, from their earliest ideas to, creation and fruition- to selling out shelves. i remember the brand and it was honestly iconic "growing into' my love for makeup alongside the birth and growth of kylie cosmetics, a favorite, who i identified with for a lot of reasons. kylie herself being, of course, an icon who, i really related to just as a girl, girl to girl. you know. we were very close in age, and i honestly felt understood by kylie, or a part of me did anyway, though our life styles may be very different, just as people and what i knew about her, i found her to be both very relatable, and inspiring as a girl my own age, going out into the world, you know, being entreprenuerial, putting her love into something that interested her, working very hard to build it from the ground up. watching the immense success it had, was the same feeling as when your favorite makes a touch down, you're on the winning team and, cheering in the stands with excitement amongst thousands of others who just wanted to see, her success of her endeavors really in whatever she do.

it was deeply meaningful to me, as i clung to makeup in a time in my life where i had experienced loss, and the creative pursuit allowed me to break out of my hollow shell, little by little, as i healed. as my skills in makeup grew, so did my social circles, and my sense of belonging, and enjoying being, just myself- playing, innocently like a child but also, displaying a level of technical skill in application that allowed me to portray just how i felt that day- finding my own identity as an artist, and as a person over all. a young 20's girl just, trying to find her way through life.

i posted makeup related content on the internet, and really enjoyed being a part of the community's online as well, and i created some of my own content, which allowed me to connect with people i would of never otherwise met- and expand my horizons.

it's emotional just how, inspiring kylie's brand was for me, and just how attached to it i was because it truly was my first love in brands with makeup, as i got started being interested in it, and, i continued to remain inspired to press boundaries and, feel new vibes i hadn't felt out before, trying on new forms of expression and vision- that came from kylie, and her creative teams.

style and makeup wise, a huge inspiration, always. and as she evolved, we evolved with it. you know. needless to say, i was a huge kylie fan. there for every launch, ordering things before it goes sold out- the full colections. the collection i had at home, was absolutely beautiful- the colors, the palettes, the brand aesthetics. the glitter. the baby pink boxes. i loved, it, all.

it made me happy too, in a time where, i was still trying to find my way toward my own happiness. and not to mention, i had, so much fun, just playing, being creative, and going out you with various looks on and, improving my skills, learning about formulations, learning about brands and marketing, and, manufacturing process and labs, and business. as a young adult, the cosmetic industry as a whole, was very fascinating- and all the buzz, around it, very, inspiring. there was a lot you could do with this, and a lot of directions you could take it. it was kind of, liberating.

there was movements in the beauty industry, that, caused real change in the consumer market to shift almost seemingly overnight. products that never would of been thought of as possible were now given a voice and the funding for production, and widely supported globally. new milestones reached, and diversity reach broadened makeup's scop for the first time- in a long time- much needed mind you. highlighting and uplifting everyone's beauty. beauty for all. this fairness and equality that was sought after by the public, changed brand motto's, and how every launch was tailored and thought of.

it was impressive to witness the real time interaction between the beauty community, and its permanent impact on the way business and beauty, and commerce- the market was impacted as a whole- aiming for honesty, transparency, authenticity, healthy safe products, no false advertising, and truly standing for important causes related to the industry- holding the industry accountable now, no longer letting them get away with anything 'uncool.'

two weeks ago or so, give or take. recently, i guess. i found four of my kylie palettes had been destroyed by my 3 year old neice. my heart sank, as everyone laughed at me discovered the palettes had been secretly dug into and 'ruined' with her finger nails. i encouraged her to play with makeup, but it was understood only certain palettes were for her. of course, she wanted to play with the favorite- kylie. as it was my favorite too. so she must of done it when no one was looking- very briefly. and in that short time, managed to destroy four collectors items palettes- from cherished collections of the brands launch history, that will never come back into production again.

i could find them online, probably being sold at top dollar- it would be difficult to authenticate or ensure there was no tampering with the product.... but, regardless. this fauxpa has me realizing that

for makeup collectors, it might be nice to have, a sort of insurance system for, people who collect rare things that increase in value over time, etc. hopefully i'll be able to replace the four palettes.

i was like, no! not the kylie cosmetics!!!!!! i'll be keeping everything behind lock and key from now on- run tight security on this collection!

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Hi hi!!! I participated in the picrew you made (I LOVE IT SO MUCH. VERY GOOD JOB <333) and wanted to ask how long it took you, and what issues came up during the process?

I’ve been wanting to make one for awhile but I’m kinda intimidated. I honestly can’t tell how long of a project it would be (probably very long) and I’m trying to anticipate what the best way to go about it would be

HIIII!!! THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR ASK :3!! i really appreciate it :')

i'm glad you love it !!!! i love it too hehe

i'd be happy to talk about my process! (also i highly recommend making one it was so fun !!! (and frustrating lol) , and i'll be making another soon!)

so the total time between starting and finishing up uploading it was probably around 15? 16? total hours? some of this was because i accidentally made each and every picture the wrong size :') but my project was also a bit simple, so a lot of the time will be typically spent on making the actual art itself (while mine was just figuring out how to upload everything lol), so yours and others will probably take a lot longer tbh ;/ (depending, of course)

the biggest hurdles were figuring out how to upload it all, and also the actual art pieces themselves. but it is SO fun to be able to come up with like 20 different ideas, and because of the nature of picrew i get to use all of them!

i created spammed chitter chattered some of my advice and very basic overview of what the process is like below! but the tl;dr is to look up actual guides and videos from people who know what they're talking about and they can help you with specific steps and issues that come up! and especially if i mentioned something and didn't explain it very well, youtube/video tutorials is really helpful!

my picrew process :3

brainstorming

this is typically the really fun part, especially because you get to use so many ideas! like you don’t have to choose which color the eyes will be because you can make like 10 different options lol. for this stage, just play around with a BUNCH of different stuff, you won’t use it all but playing around with ideas usually creates even more, fun ideas!

some things to think about:

the main idea - like, what you’re making lol (most people make avatars, i made a slime one lol)

what parts will change? like hair, eyes, clothes, (slime texture, mix-tins, labels, etc.)

and for each of these parts, how many or what kind of alternative options will there be? like how many hairstyles will there be?

as well as, what color options will there be? you might want to consider a main color palette to choose from so that it’s easier for each combination to look more unified/match(?) ig? , ah, more consistent too lol

creating

my guide isn’t super comprehensive and i had to look up a bunch of stuff too. start by going through picrew’s guides on creating image makers

this will help you start to understand the very basics on how it works! it will also help prevent you from making 60 different parts and then realizing you were supposed to do/not do something (like me making every single image the wrong size :’) ), and of course, make every layer transparent

one of the most important things to keep in mind is the size of the canvas, pls for the love of GOD, make the canvas size the right one :’) 600x600 pixels is what you’ll want to do, if you make it too big, it won’t show the full image/you can’t zoom in or out when you upload your image. i think there’s another size somewhere you can use that’s not square, but i don’t remember

LAYERS

layers is the most important part of the process, and it can be hard to keep track of them and keep them organized. i usually never label my layers but for this i had labels and folders within folders within folders (LABELED folders).

using clipping mask is very helpful as well as you can then easily change the color of your layer without worrying about coloring everything in (essentially you create a layer above what you’re working on, set it to clipping mask, and you can fill in the whole layer with a color, but it will only show up in the shape of the previous layer. this helped a lot in the uploading process because i didn’t have to recolor anything in by hand, and it made it super easy to change the color, save the photo, and then move onto the next color (like i had purple hearts, coloring in the clipping mask to blue, now i have blue hearts, save that, repeat the process with a new color)

also, for a part with multiple colors, like my sucker, for instance, that had a base color, the darker strip across the middle, and highlights: create the base as a separate layer so that you can easily control each parts color. i had a clipping mask layer for the base of the sucker, and one for the strip and highlight. that way i can use the base color, and the darker and lighter versions on the strip and highlight layer.

oh, another good point, it helped to create a basic rainbow palette of colors, and then create a lighter version, and a darker version. good to use for things that have shadows and highlights. this also helps with consistency and keeps things looking more unified and put together

uploading

this was such a pain in the ass i’m not gonna lie, but that’s just because there’s a huge cliff you have to fall off of and then it’s smooth sailing!

watch this youtube video that will explain everything to you before you get ahead of yourself and think nahhh i’ll just figure it out (i didn’t), can’t be that hard right???? (yes it can)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwKCVq-yFMw

use the clipping mask layers that i mentioned earlier to make the process of uploading all the different colors easier

also, take your time! i had over 200 images to upload, so staying organized was extremely important

i created duplicates of my main procreate file and got rid of everything except the part i was working on. this felt like essentially clearing off the table before i started changing colors and uploading everything

transferring these to my computer was kind of a pain but it helped that i was able to upload everything onto google drive (making an insane amount of folders), and then download the zip files onto my computer

you’ll be able to upload things in bulk on picrew but that process is also a little confusing and just accept that this will take a few hours regardless

this is also a good time to create your thumbnails! there will be the main title one, one for each part, and one for all the options in each part. see how there’s one that says container (the part), and then the red square (the option for that part), and these are different from the actual image that shows up for the red container. KEEP IN MIND, you don’t actually technically need these, you can just use the actual image, like the red container, but at least for the thumbnails labeling each part it can help clarify which part is which for the user

for the different color options, you choose a color, not an image

it’s a pain in the ass to type in the color codes each time but i wasn’t able to properly figure out how to use the color palette feature without it changing multiple parts at once (maybe you can figure it out and let me know lol)

and just know that it will become an easier process as you go, but you will not survive this without patience lol

ALSO

ik it’s cliche, but PLEASE let yourself have fun with this! i got frustrated at some points, and i overthought things at another time, but don’t let this discourage you! i promise people out there will LOVE it! and you can always go back and edit it! but finishing the project makes it all worth it, and seeing people use it has made me a type of happy i haven’t felt before honestly !!

and thank u if you read all of this :> i am a chatty person, especially when it comes to writing lmao. idk if this is much of a guide but it is definitely a collect of my experience/advice ig! i’ll probably learn a lot more next time!

#and thank you again for your ask!#i'd love to see yours if/when you end up making one!!!!

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favorite ena card GO

REALLY EXCELLENT QUESTION

okay I'll give you my top 5 because less is way too hard tbh

5. Behind the Scenes at the Sports Festival

LISTEN. She's so cute. I love her outfit and her pose and I wish this were a 4-star with outfit. But I also will take this version. Honestly I always consider using it over my 4-star Happy attribute Ena (I Don't Want to Give Up) in those events because as much as I like that card this one is just. SO good and I love it

4. feat. Kuromi

I like both the untrained and trained for this one so it was really hard picking one. This card is just so obviously cute and every day I wait anxiously for this gacha to come to EN, 60k crystals and 10 vouchers already saved. I don't know Kuromi but I would die for her and it seems like she wants me to

3. A Cancelled Message

This is 100% my love for Metamorphosis coming through with the apple but this card is also just really beautifully lit and I love the flowers. This is one of 2 3-star Ena cards I have and I'm so glad for it, it's amazing

2. Peaceful Moments, if Nothing Else

This was initially lower (#4) but the more I look at it the more I want to put it higher. The outfit looks SO cute in this card, the background is amazing w/ the flowers, cool floor, and the books strewn everywhere. The colors look great for all they Should Not Work. And I see those apples drawn in some of the books, which reminds me that this card is associated with Immiscible Discord and Samsa, the best song in the game. Every part of this card fills me with joy the longer I look at it and notice things

I Want to Capture That Expression

Okay. So. Backstory time.

I used to play Project Sekai a little bit close to when it came out; at least a bit before the first New Year's event, with VBS Miku. I did not use energy and I could barely do expert, but I had fun. Unfortunately my device couldn't handle it very well and started to crash frequently, and at the time I was into Vocaloid but not quite enough to recognize most of the songs or seek them out outside the game? So I quit, and that account is now lost to the mists of time.

Then I came back last November while this event was going on. I was honestly planning to reroll a few times (sorry) so I would have an easier start, and I wanted a Miku card from preferably N25 or WxS. But instead I got this Ena, and I considered rerolling but didn't go through with it because I liked this card on its own merits enough. And you know what, I was right! This Ena card is really really good - the outfit it comes with is my favorite in the game (at least the Ena version with face decorations and the headpiece), with a really nice purple/bright color palette, and her expression is great - I like cards where the character is smiling and having fun, especially for avatar purposes. Plus it includes that really cool sketch of Mafuyu and a bunch of other fun background details (like the Kanade card's headphones in the back).

I do think this card deserves the #1 spot on my list for aesthetics/card icon alone, BUT it does also have that sentimental value to me as one of my first 4-stars on this new account & for helping motivate to look at characters and their cards again separate from my old opinions :)

HONORABLE MENTIONS: basically all her other cards but especially hers from World Link, This Claw's Too Weak!, and The Best Angle for the Perfect Pic (just for how cute the untrained is with N25 all together...)

#project sekai #pjsk #ena #shinonome ena

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bisexualboysbroadcast · 9 months

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the night dream colour (un)coordination -> part II

more colours. way more confusion.

episode 2 colours

and yes the first thing you see is goddamn dream has NO BLUE??? literally none whatsoever?? so you’re like hmmmmmmm this is surely going to be fun? and you also notice night actually has some colour now….. what? and namwan is still undecided (although it becomes clear, she’s very coded to who she’s conversing with)

anyway let’s get some screenshots to break this down. firstly when dream is sharing what he loves with night somehow night is wearing dream’s colours (except i’m not sure dream knows what his colours are). because here the blue apron is back, and night is wearing pink but we KNOW night is not a pink boy, and dream might be but at this stage we still think he’s probably a blue boy

so we just accept this and keep going… but then we get to this flashback and that throws everything out the goddamn window??? because yea okay maybe night is a black boy (hah!), it’s not that far a jump from white boy. it’s sort of on the same end of an opposing spectrum kind of thing.

but like dream went from a pink/blue boy to a yellow boy? (or he was a yellow boy in the past?) (cause the above is the present; below is the past) (fine him being a yellow boy in the past is not out of the realm of possibilities)

naturally we nod yes to this and move on. yea maybe dream was a yellow boy and now he’s not a yellow boy. and maybe night was a black boy and now he’s not. cool. and the next flashback supports this agenda. well the dream agenda at least. cause yes totally plausible for yellow boys to be orange boys. that makes sense. (not pictured is namwan’s deep red shorts) (again, her colour palette is confusing).

and damnn for once night and dream are in colours that work together. cause really what are orange and beige if not variations of brown? this might as well scream matching couple outfit! so yes! finally we’re getting somewhere their colours make sense we understand what’s happening they’re at least somewhat in harmony with each other let’s keep it going.

even present dream is supporting the orange agenda (despite the fact that our signature blue apron is still playing its part)

everything in the whole world makes sense right now. we’re getting somewhere. night is a black/white boy, dream is a yellow/orange boy! YAY!

NOT YAY.

BOOM! colours are a mess??? we’re in the present, somehow dream is pink, yellow, and a little blue??? night is back to being a white boy. and namwan has entered another distinct colour era.

this is the first time we see night outside of university uniform (in the present), and he still chooses to wear white which was intriguing. dream is honestly a goddamn mess because sir?? how are you this many colours at once?? what is happening? and namwan is still mixing her colours with neutral tones so im still shaky on her at this point.

this is around the time i start to develop the idea that namwan codes to who she spends time with. and if she’s spending time with both boys then she dresses in both of their colours. (in conclusion she may still not have her own).

are there conclusions to any of these posts? literally no. but if you came here for coherency i am deeply deeply sorry to disappoint you so tremendously

but that brings us to the next round of colour “what ifs” which has to be in a separate post because of tumblrs stupid 10 image limit :(

but the new post is relationships and colours because there is something happening and i’m not sure what?

tune in… next post for

relationship colours

#night dream the series #night dream #ciara watches night dream #colour coding #part 2

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bokksu-vs-sakuraco · 1 year

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Bokksu Box #1 Review

Theme: Seasons of Japan (the standard first box provided in your Bokksu subscription)

Arrived: August 17

# of Unique Snacks: 16

The Shipping: Subscription confirmed: August 4 → Shipping label created: August 8 → Delivered to my mailbox!: August 17

As you can see, this is the basic Bokksu orange box design. Good quality box though, and unlike June's Sakuraco box, it came in a plastic bag which preserved how nice it looks.

The Contents: This first box included 15 snacks and one tea pairing, as well as a thank you postcard from the founder and Bokksu Culture Guide (scanned and provided below). I had this snack box with a local friend (not June) in a slightly ill-planned picnic a day after the box arrived.

Snack Review

The sixth thing to know about Bokksu is that “There is no right way or order to eat your Bokksu box!” (Top nine things to know when starting your Bokksu journey). Thus, my friend and I chose the order of the snacks, in turn, by simply selecting the one we wanted to try next. In hindsight, I see now that this seasons of Japan theme meant that the snacks were divided by season… which makes sense. But honestly, I’m glad we did not do it in that order or even that grouping for reasons I’ll get into below. I have divided the review by guide order and denoted the actual order we ate them in.

(Most of the snack pictures I took were... not good, but the pictures of the food in the guide were actually very accurate to the actual food so please reference that for this time.)

Alright, now for the real meat of the review!

SPRING

#8. White Strawberry: WOW! I am glad we did not start with this one first because it would not have been topped! White chocolate infused freeze-dried strawberries: Great flavors and excellent texture! This was my only 10/10, and honestly I’d get some from the Boutique, they were so unique and delicious. The flavor really was a nice balance between white chocolate and strawberry and perfectly blended too.

Organic Genmaicha Tea: We didn't have the tea with the food this time. We didn't actually think ahead to bring any liquids at all, actually. It impacted the experience a little but not at the fault of Bokksu... We will rectify that next time

#5. Vegetable Arare: Tomato: Flavor like dusty tomato soup. Lowest snack of the night for my friend; she would not have it again. I think I’ve had some Asian snacks with this tomato powder flavoring before so I was somewhat acquainted to that canned tomato soup taste HOWEVER it just didn’t work on the arare shape. “Arare is a type of bite-sized Japanese cracker made from glutinous rice,” according to Wikipedia, and it did not deliver the tomato powder well. It was like a weird, larger than expected, stiffly poofy cracker with no flavor on the inside, and by the time my tongue acknowledged the tomato flavor of the outside, the cracker was already eaten and swallowed, so the tomato was basically an aftertaste.

#10. 20th Century Pear Biscuit: Fragrant with a fun touch of the cheese filling. It reminded me of the milk cheese crackers we had at the airport, except with a lighter cookie and much stronger scented cream, like you could smell it when you opened this. The pear scent was strong and you could taste it with the cheese, which I truly enjoyed. Absolutely would get this again.

SUMMER

#15. Handmade Yuzu Sake Candy: My friend didn’t like the sweetness and was disappointed it was only 0.1% alcohol content thus not enough to get her drunk (joking). I liked it for a hard candy. It was the last thing we had and it served as a nice palette cleanser imo. The yuzu flavor actually came through while the sake did not so, win-win for me. My main complaint it that the dehydrator packet that came in the candy bag did not do its job and the candies melted together and to the packet, meaning the remaining candies I eat will have paper stuck to them.

Irony.

#7. Dondon Yaki: Tonkatsu sauce is great on fried meat but I’m not sure about on chips. It’s a little much for the tongue to absorb. It was definitely the cutest snack name though!

#12. Seaweed Tempura: Sudachi Citrus: The sudachi citrus flavoring is a shock to the tastebuds. At first, it’s absurdly salty (all the savory snacks were a little oversalted tbh). Then the tang kicks in and it tastes totally different by the time you’ve finished chewing. It’s definitely an experience but not our favorite one. Making a chip out of seaweed and tempura is unique, I will give them that. The flavor is definitely too strong to have too many of but once you get used to it, it’s pretty fun to eat.

#9. Zawawa Sable: We got so hyped for this one it's basic taste was a greater disappointment than it should have been. The appearance was great, the rich sugar scent was enticing, and the description was fascinating. But dang. The actual taste was nothing special and kind of dry. For a cookie of this thickness, I wanted more buttery crumble from the texture but instead it was like an undercooked biscotti.

It looks so good but tastes so mid 😔

AUTUMN

#11. One-Bite Sesame Mochi: A quality mochi! My friend thought it was too much sesame for one bite (it was completely rolled around like a fried sesame ball) but otherwise enjoyed the texture. I didn’t mind the sesame but it was bit too much bean paste for one bite. I really enjoyed the overall flavors though.

#14. Matcha Stick Cake: Chocolate: Another disappointment. My friend is a big matcha enthusiast so she was hyped for this one but it was instantly not good. The cake crumbled in a super weird way in your mouth that made it feel dusty but if dust was huge. The matcha flavor wasn’t particularly fragrant and you couldn’t taste the chocolate almost at all. And this was our last big snack so… bummer. (I’m thinking Bokksu’s hit rate with cakes is just not gonna be that great, partly because it’s hard to have good single packaged cakes to begin with, but admittedly all of these would have been improved with a tea paring.)

#3. Kinako Azuki Crunch: Like a rice krispie but better (richer flavors and not as marshmallow sweet). The flavor, texture, everything about the actual snack was on point, but omg, it was tiny.

I feel like with a light snack like that, you need more substance to fill out the experience. It was so small, we only got one azuki bean per piece, which also detracts from the main selling point. I’m hoping this single-bite-sized packaging was only for Bokksu and their official product is more substantial because I would totally get a rice krispie sized version of this.

#4. Soka Senbei: Ume Zarame: The tartness really hits ya. Honestly, it could have been more subtle (and I’m not just saying that as a person who’s not a big fan of tart). You couldn’t really taste the zarame sugar at all, and the tartness lacked any fruit/plum flavor. The rice cracker itself was surprisingly tough; I had to smack that thing in half. With a better flavor, it would have been a nice thing to crunch on, similar to biscotti.

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WINTER

#2. Yokohama Butter Sandwich Cookie: The promise of little pictures on the cookie made this one the one I was most looking forward to, and it did not disappoint! First of all, the printed pictures were well-done, cute, double-sided, and between two cookies, it was all different images.

Second of all, it was delicious. The buttercream filling had a delicious milk flavor that smoothed out the saltiness of the cookies. My friend was a big fan of the salt.

#6. Iburigakko Smokey Chips: Slightly sour BBQ flavored chips. Not a shocker given the smokey description and the pickeledness. I do enjoy poofed chips but this one wasn’t quite light enough so it was almost a cross between a cracker and a potato chip. My friend was unimpressed with the more dagashi type snacks.

#13. Kanalce: Kanazawa Earl Grey Cake: after being let down by the chocolate cake and the French sable, we weren’t super looking forward to the remaining cakes, but this actually surpassed all expectations! It looks super simple, but it has a delicious fragrant and a unique flavor to match. My friend, the tea enthusiast, said “it tastes like you’re eating earl gray!” Plus, it was wonderfully moist. Talk about a lasting impression.

#1. Tsukisamu Anpan Chocolate: As the first thing we ate, I think this was the universe immediately clocking us up the head for forgetting to bring a liquid to the picnic. The cakes in general were hit or miss with the moisture, but this one was very dry in the chocolate brownie part. We definitely were wanting water/tea after the first bite (and to be fair to the guide, that is what is recommended…) Flavorwise, the bean paste in the center overwhelmed any chocolate flavor there may have been, and it was just a standard red bean paste flavor, a negative for us who were looking forward to that “brownie” taste in the description. Even as a red bean paste enthusiast, all I could think about was how this would have been better as a Chinese mooncake.

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Final Notes

My friend and I both had a lot of fun experiencing this first snack box together. Overall, I’m personally highly satisfied with this first box and the Bokksu experience. The snacks look as promised, the flavors in the guide are accurately described (for the most part), there's a good variety of different tastes, the guide itself is well-designed, and everything came well-packaged and delivered.

However, Bokksu's first box, whenever you start your subscription, is this Seasons of Japan box, so while I am glad to see that they delivered on a good diverse snacking experience, I am looking forward to seeing if they can keep up the variety and quality levels over the next several months.

Until next time,

—Glissando

#box review #bokksu #japanese snacks #japanese food #subscription box

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kitewithfish · 2 years

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Reading Meme for Feb 1 2023

What I've Read Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir - Oh, man, the last third of this book is just payoff after payoff - stuff that I was certain was going to be left to be resolved in the next book was just laid out in front of your eyes and it worked so damned well. This was my second attempt to read this book - the first time, just after it came out, I made charts and tried to keep track of all the characters and figure out the mystery of the whole thing, well, I had some trouble. The second time around had a much better result when I just let the whole thing wash over me. I really enjoyed this book and I'm starting on the next one immediately. Penric's Fox - Lois McMaster Bujold - I am still really enjoying this series, which are short mysteries set in the Chalion universe with a metaphysical 'odd couple'- a young human man with no background in magic is host of a centuries-old demon who has the memories and personalities of nine previous women hosts as part of her constituent parts. They fight crime! It's also got touches of the kind of settled affection that I tend to associate with long-married couples who still adore each other. Penric gets roped into solving murders that are short and clear, with a cast of interesting recurring characters and a boss who is a badass woman in her 70s. The mysteries are a bit straightforward but explore some of the interesting edge cases of how magic in their world works. Fun palette cleansing reads. (I which Bujold had a little more eye for queer relationships in her books but what she does provide is emotionally solid, so, meh.) I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am - Mardiaz173 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33021898 - Clark Kent/ Bruce Wayne - DC comics universe - This was just a nice short little fic where Superman wants desperately to date Batman, but Bruce Wayne keeps showing Clark a side of himself that few people get to see. Which will our hero choose? (I read this on the recommendation of the podcast Clio/Mireille for their Sept 2022 episode on Superman/Batman Identity Porn fic.) It is a fun fic and a charming podcast. Living With a Tiger by x_los - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33488392 - 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù - Original Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán, post Post-Bingge vs. Bingmei Extra - I am delving at last into the fic for the Scum Villain fandom, and I love the set-up on this. X_los wrote an AU that really delves into a grey version of the characters from the canon, and I really enjoyed it. (If you don't care to read the canon, this is still mostly intelligible on its own.) The tags are accurate. What I'm Reading Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir has got her hooks in my soul. Like with Gideon the Ninth, I was spoiled by tumblr osmosis for some elements of this book, but I honestly don't think it matters! Starts basically directly after Gideon the Ninth and I am glad I followed my friend's recommendation to start this book immediately upon finishing Gideon, as my poor memory would not have helped with understanding this book. I find these books do very little explicit handholding of like, "Character realized that this new development related back to This Setup from Chapter 2" and yet Muir does indeed set up enough reminders to guide you back to the points you need to recall for the payoff to be satisfying. What I'll Read Next Phoenix Extravagant - Yun Ha Lee - Book Club The Uncle's Story - Witi Ihimaera - The library wants this back and I don't want to give it back! I might end up having to buy more of the Ihimaera books I want to read - local libraries are NOT great about having these around, and I am slow. The Good Lord Bird Library books Frankenstein in Baghdad by Ahmed Saadawi A Half-Built Garden by Ruthanna Emrys Unnamed Midwife (whole series)

Owned and need to read: Frey Marske's A Restless Truth, and Susanna Clarke's Pirenesi California Bones, Raven Song by IA Ashcroft, Kraken's Sacrifice by Katee Robert, Even Though I Know the End by CL Polk, True Colors by Karen Traviss, At The Feet of the Sun by Victoria Goddard, Tamryn Eradani's Enchanting Encounters Books 2 and 3, Like Real People Do by EL Massey, Tom Stoppard, invention of love. Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty, "You Just Need to Lose Weight" and Other Myths about Fatness by Aubrey Gordon, Alisha Rai Partners in Crime, the Right Swipe, Aphorisms of Kerishdar

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sketchywave · 3 years

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if you are still doing the prompts thing, how about chloe d5 and beca f5 with pspsps 😌

What have you done

tbf this was a really good palette

Send me something!

#pitch perfect #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #~Mine~Art~#ask me whatever #thanks for the ask!#look what you made me do dot gif #im both embarrassed and impressed with myself #sheesh #honestly this was fun this palette works very well and i like how this came out #to bad its a tik tok meme #im imagining stacie and or amy are like taking a picture or a video of them

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that-guy-sleepy-miles · 2 years

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17 for Spicynoodles, please?

Words: 623

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33058291/chapters/97217424

(Red Son is he/she. He pronouns for Red Son are marked in blue, she pronouns are marked in pink)

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MK was bad at putting on makeup. He sucked at putting on makeup- he felt like a clown every time he tried and staring at himself in the mirror made him feel miserable. He didn’t even usually have a desire to put on makeup, it wasn’t something he thought about outside of situations well.

Like this one.

Situations where he was going out somewhere and he wanted to look good and pretty for once in his life.

Situations where he was going out with Red Son, who was his pretty perfect boyfriend who was pretty all the time and made him want to be pretty.

But he wasn’t pretty. It was very clear how unpretty he was as he looked at the mess on his face. He’d wanted to do purple, orange, and gold eyeshadow to match Red’s dress but he looked like a toddler who’d gotten into her mother’s makeup- with that stupid golden lipstick and his stupid-

“MK?” came Red’s voice through the bathroom door. MK broke into tears. God- Red was going to see him and see this MESS on his face- Red opened the door and MK slid down onto the floor. “Noodle Boy, what’s wrong?” MK looked over to Red and his face pinched. Red in her beautiful red cheongsam with golden flowers and fire and phoenix feathers embroidered on it. Golden like that eyeshadow MK had massacred. MK covered his face, “C-Can we just cancel the date?” Red scoffed at him. Full-on scoffed at him! Usually, that wouldn’t hurt so bad but… MK tried to wipe his tears and sniffled, causing concern to dawn on his boyfriend's face. Red gently walked over, the click-clack of her heels comforting in a way.

“What’s wrong, MK?” he asked softly, settling down beside him, “You’re the one who was all excited to go on a ‘fancy rich people date’ in the first place…” MK sniffled and hid his face, “I just- I don’t want to go anymore. Let’s stay home.”

Red sighed and grabbed MK’s wrist, “Okay, you’ve been hiding this whole time. Let’s see your face.”

MK whined and didn’t budge, “No! You’re gonna make fun of me!” “I’m not going to make fun of you.” Red said softly, pulling MK’s hands away from his face. “Oh, is that what’s bothering you?” “I look stupid!” MK cried. “No you don’t! Honestly, Noodle Boy, it’s just in the ugly phase!” Red huffed, standing up and pulling MK up with her. He sat MK down on the toilet seat and sighed, “You’re too hard on yourself, Noodle Boy.” “You’re too nice.” “I tried to murder you when I first met you.” Red said softly, sitting on MK’s lap and grabbing his eyeshadow palette. She hummed and got to work on MK’s eyeshadow, his brows furrowing in focus. MK chuckled at his girlfriend, his mood lightening just a bit. He stayed quiet as Red worked, gazing up at his beautiful face. Red sat back and smiled, “Alright! There you go- Ah, wait-” Red leaned in and began to clean up MK’s lipstick. Her fingers were so soft and gentle against his skin, and MK couldn’t help but grab his wrist and press a kiss to her finger tips. He pulled back and looked at the gold smeared on his lover’s hand, and then the awed look in his eyes. “Please kiss me.” MK said lowly, pulling Red’s wrist to the side and leaning just so close. Not close enough, Red would have to close the gap.

And close the gap he did.

And, when they arrived at their reservation, instead of golden lipstick and red lipstick respectively, they both had on shimmering orange lipstick. As if the two colors had somehow mixed.

#spicynoodles #spicynoodleshipping #spicynoodles ship #red son lmk #lmk red son #red son monkie kid #red son #mk lmk #mk #mk monkie kid #lmk mk #monkie kid mk #sav writes #sav writing #lmk #monkie kid #sav ask #sav request #writingamongther0ses

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damnedparker · 3 years

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long-lasting

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: none; more than implied that reader regularly wears makeup. this is just fluff.

summary: alex loves makeup, maybe more than you. so the two of you have some fun.

it’s been a while. i woke up with an idea this morning and had to get it out.

“Look at these!” Flew excitedly out of your boyfriend’s mouth for about the thousandth time in the twenty minutes you’d been in this store. You sighed, more amused than anything, and turned to see what he had been so excited about.

You can’t tell if bringing Alex to a store full of makeup and other beauty products for the first time was a bad idea or not; judging by his excitement, you were leaning towards good. He hadn’t been out of the house to do something in weeks, and you hadn’t seen him this actively excited about anything in a while since the events in his flat months ago. It was good to see a glimpse of happy Alex again, albeit it was much like handling a child. But you loved him for it.

“Look at all the colors…” His breathy statement was full of wonder as if he was seeing vivid colors for the first time in the form of an eyeshadow palette. His hand left where it had been attached to yours like glue since you had arrived, so he could swatch the colors on his hand, which was already covered in swipes of various other makeup products. You wonder if you should have told him he could do that at all.

Upon letting Alex know you had to leave the comfort of your flat, where he had been staying more and more recently, he was visibly distraught. The two of you hadn’t separated from each other for more than work each day, which you didn’t mind, but you got the feeling Alex was finding a lot of comfort being next to you and was a little afraid of being alone. It’s not something you could blame him for after everything he went through, and you surely couldn’t deny him when he asked to come along. He was your boyfriend, and you loved being around him. At first, you weren’t too sure he would enjoy waiting around while you spent forever looking at makeup, but now it seems you made the right decision in letting him tag along.

“Can we get it?” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you had to steel yourself, shaking your head no. A pout instantly made itself at home on his expression.

“No, Alex, I have a palette just like that one already.” You slipped your hand in his again and pulled him along to get what you actually came for, some refills on daily makeup you needed.

“Why haven’t I ever seen you wear colors like that then?”

“I dunno, just never have the chance to play with them. And an electric blue isn’t exactly business casual.” You shrugged, grabbing your favorite eyeliner off the shelf.

“Well, you should try it, I think it’d look nice on you,” Alex said, almost absent-mindedly, as he was drawn over to the area of lipstick you were about to pass. “You don’t hardly wear lipstick either! Look at all these options!”

“Just not my thing, and it always gets everywhere. By the end of the day it’s gone, so what’s the point?”

“The point is, it’s fun and it looks pretty.” He cocked an eyebrow at you, a grin slowly forming on his face. He then turned back to the display, his eyes brightening. “Look here! It says this kind is supposed to last twenty-four hours! A solution to your complaints!”

“I highly doubt that’s true, maybe it lasts a few hours at least.” You picked up a tube of bright fuchsia to look at the bottle, squinting at the ingredients. At least it was cruelty-free, you supposed.

“Can we get one?” The puppy eyes were on again. You weren’t sure you could last another round of these.

“Alex… I probably won’t ever wear it.”

“Well, not in that color,” he snatched the bright pink from your grasp, turning back and humming at the array of colors. He traced his hand over a few tubes before finally settling on a classic red color, giving a triumphant smile. “This one’s nice.”

“You’re just saying that because that color looks good on you.” Alex frowned grumpily, tucking his hair behind his ear, a telltale sign of the fact that you were right, and he knew it. But you did also like red lipstick on other people, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad on you. You checked the high price tag and mentally went through the costs in your head. While you were doing so, you suddenly felt a tug at your hand, and Alex was on his way to the checkout.

“If you won’t try it, I will!” He said determinedly. Luckily you had gotten everything you needed already, so you let him pull you along to the cashiers. You shook your head and uselessly tried to protest when Alex added your things to his own transaction, insisting to pay for it. Your boyfriend was many, many things, and being insistently generous with his money was one of them.

Once you got back in his car, Alex started ripping open the plastic on the lipstick tube. You watched him ever so carefully apply the red to his lips. He was so tedious you were in the parking lot for ten minutes just watching him put it on in the sun visor mirror. Always the perfectionist; with his outfits, his hair, and now his makeup.

“What do you think?” He turned to you when he was done, flashing a large smile.

“That color does suit you.”

“Thank you, darling,” he messed with his hair in the mirror one last time before shutting it and turning to you again, leaning across the console of the car to press a kiss to your cheek. He reached up to touch your cheek after, running across where his lips had just been. “Whoa, it didn’t get all over you!”

“I guess it is long-lasting, after all.” You shrugged, rubbing your own cheek to find that, yeah, it really didn’t transfer onto you. “Maybe—” You were cut off by a sudden kiss on the mouth from Alex, then another, and another. You let out a chuckle against his lips during the last long one, putting a hand on his chest.

“Still nothing,” he seemed both amazed and slightly disappointed. “Half the fun of lipstick is getting it all over someone else.” You couldn’t say you disagreed, playing with the ends of his hair for a moment while you had a passing thought about covering Alex’s face in lipstick. Cute.

“Well, I have plenty of shitty lipsticks that will do exactly that at home,” You shrugged, then another idea popped into your mind. “How about we pick up some dinner, and I’ll do the rest of your make-up after?”

“I love you.” Alex grinned, attacking you with another kiss before finally starting the car.

Dinner flew by in the next hour, along with a few drinks, and you were back in your bedroom. Alex sat squished next to you on your tiny vanity stool, which was certainly not meant for two, but it’s not like you weren’t comfortable with him nearly pressed against you, currently watching you do your own makeup while he rifled through your small collection, trying to decide on colors he wanted for himself. That didn’t stop him from backseat driving your own decisions, making strong and, honestly, useful suggestions for colors for you.

You were carefully applying your own lipstick, a softer mauve color than Alex’s still present vivid red, when he spoke up again, his chin having found a resting place on your shoulder.

“Can you do, like, a… smoking eye on me? Like super dark and classy.” You had to pause doing your lipstick, unable to prevent the smile from creeping across your lips.

“You mean a smokey eye?”

“Whatever it’s called. I want to look hot,” he mused. “Kinda like when we went to that one party with Juliet? You had all that dark eyeshadow on. You looked really pretty.” Alex hummed, affectionately wrapping his arms around your waist. A bit of heat crept up on your cheeks from his compliment and the sudden warmth of his hug. And the memories of that night. You had work the next day, not intending to be out very late, but Alex sure had kept you up for most of the night, much more compliments flooding out his mouth during your late night.

“You already look hot enough without makeup,” you turned and patted his cheek. He leaned into your touch as you put up the lipstick tube with your other hand, turning back to him with a cheeky grin. “I prefer my men all-natural.”

“Shut up,” he let out a laugh with you, and it flooded your bones with golden happiness. Hearing Alex laugh was encouraging and relieving. They’d been few and far between for the past few months, and it was something you missed. “My turn.”

Putting makeup on Alex was always time-consuming, as he fidgeted a lot, and often had to stop you to say whatever crossed his mind at the moment. You didn’t mind either, used to the way his mind worked. The only times he was ever silent around you was when he was asleep, or when he had been racking his brain about a question for a while, and finally blurted it out to you. You thought it was cute.

Admittedly, you spent a lot longer on Alex’s makeup than yours. One, because smokey eyes were hard as fuck, but also because you wanted him to be happy with it. Regardless, he would be over the moon about whatever you did, but you wanted it to be perfect.

As soon as you were done, you let Alex have the hand-held mirror to look at himself. You watched the happiness creep up his face until he was unable to hold it back. It was contagious, and you wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning your head on his shoulder. His arm fell naturally over your shoulders, squeezing you to him with a kiss to your head. After a moment of quiet, he seemed to get an idea, removing himself regretfully from the embrace to grab your Polaroid camera from your bookshelf. You moved over to your bed as he flopped onto it, snuggling up next to him as he turned the camera around to take a picture of both of you together. One with the two of you smiling, one with him kissing your cheek, and one with his tongue sticking out and you laughing next to him. Afterward, he jumped up from the bed and kneeled over you, encouraging you to pose and let him take photos of you. You tilted your head in amusement.

“Alex, I don’t have much film left.”

“I’ll buy you more, a thank-you gift for my makeup.”

“Alex…” You shook your head, and he put down the camera, leaning over you to give you a kiss. It was round three of puppy eyes, and you were sure you were a goner.

“Please?” He pouted sweetly as he could, his hair hanging down and tickling your cheek. “Baby?”

“Okay, just a few.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, a wry smile overtaking your lips. Alex always got his way. You were wrapped around his finger, and he was wrapped around yours, although he was more likely to beg you for silly things you normally wouldn’t let yourself do. It was good for you though, he pushed you out of your comfort zone. It was always something you loved about dating him.

A few turned into a few photos of you, and a handful of him as well. Soon, you were both seemingly attached to each other, rolling around on the bed like teenagers with the Polaroids left on the nightstand. Alex pulled away with a grin, adjusting himself to sit up against the headboard with you on his lap. You were a bit dazed, taking a few seconds to come back down from Earth before Alex started giggling.

“I guess this lipstick is only so long-lasting,” he swiped his thumb across your chin, a smear of red confirming what he was saying. You only grinned in return at the mauve streaks all across his mouth, cheeks, and neck. “What?”

“Nothing, you’ve just got a bit of something… everywhere.” You couldn’t hold back more laughter, leaning into him as he started to giggle, too. At a passing thought, you snatched the camera from where it had been half-heartedly discarded next to your pillow. Before he could contain himself and stop laughing, you snapped a photo and tugged the newly printed photo out. Alex’s laughter died down as you re-adjusted yourself to settle between his legs with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, watching the photo slowly develop into view.

“Oh my god, what have you done?” Your boyfriend groaned, with only mirth in his tone. The picture was a near-perfect snapshot of him grinning in laughter, perfectly showcasing the kiss marks scattered all over his face and neck. “My poor, beautiful makeup. It’s all ruined.”

“Actually, I think you look much better like this.”

#alex law x reader #alex law #alex law fluff #alex law let me hold ur hand please #my fics

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isaacthedruid · 3 years

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Please allow me to tell you about one of my favourite cartoons through this informal essay I did for school a couple of months back.

Gravity Falls and How it Did The Unimaginable

**SPOILERS... KINDA**

The 2010s saw the creation of some of the most iconic animated tv shows ever made, the likes of Adventure Time (2010), Steven Universe (2013), Over the Garden Wall (2014) and The Legend of Korra (2012). To explain why this era’s shows are so admirable is honestly rather difficult. Yet, there are many factors that can be taken into consideration when looking for an answer.

The past decade was very successful in perfecting their craft and utilizing the animated format to their favour, creating some of the wackiest and fascinating cartoons ever made. With the advancements made in both 2D and 3D animation for film, this bled into the world of TV as well.

To mention that 2010s cartoons have stunning visuals would be an understatement. Everything about the animation was beautiful; the strong colour palettes, the clean and imaginative character designs, the colourful and immersive backgrounds and especially the mesmerizing worlds that can be found within episodes that are half an hour.

This era’s cartoons also led to a massive shift in storytelling, writing longer-running stories that spread out across seasons while also swapping out episodic adventures for serialization. This heavily aided in the popularization of these shows, due to the rise of internet fandoms and dropping the taboo that cartoons were only for kids. Many shows acknowledged their older viewers by leaving clues and even puzzles to be solved by the theorists who have a large appearance on social media platforms like Reddit, Twitter and Tumblr. As the shows progressed, their fandoms created many theories for what they believed might happen within their favourite series. The top three shows from this era all utilized these changes, being at the forefront of the shift and helping guide the creative vision of 2010s cartoons.

Often regarded as many people’s favourite cartoon, Gravity Falls presented one of the best mysteries of the decade with two seasons and only 40 episodes. Inspired by Twin Peaks and The X-Files, it’s considered as the kids’ version of these two iconic shows as this cartoon acts as many people’s first introduction to horror through bright colours and fun characters.

This series follows the adventures of Dipper and Mabel Pines, twins, who are sent to spend their summer with their great-uncle or Grunkle Stan in Gravity Falls, Oregon. This town is full of oddities like supernatural creatures, insane and eccentric inhabitants, and many puzzles. The Pines twins must adjust to the weirdness while uncovering the mysteries and protecting their new town.

While living in Gravity Falls, the twins are forced to work in the Mystery Shack, a tourist trap created by their Grunkle Stan that overcharges unlucky tourists, teaching about fake monsters despite there being real creatures all over town. On his first day in Oregon, Dipper accidentally came across a mysterious journal written by an unknown author that explains all the oddities to be found in this strange town. This book acts like an encyclopedic of the Weird for Dipper, an inquisitive 12-year-old kid who seeks answers.

Dipper is an extremely intelligent kid, his brain being far more developed than his body. He’s rather awkward and self-conscious as he often stumbles over his words or gets embarrassed trying to talk to girls. Despite this, the boy is an adventurer at heart who just wants to grow up and skip his upcoming teenage years.

While Mabel is quite the opposite in many ways, she is loud and has an in-your-face personality. Mabel is bouncy and fun, she is so excited to start high school. She is easily excitable and for the larger part of the series, she is in her boy-crazy phase. Mabel is a girly-girl as she likes all things; glitter, unicorns, rainbows, partying and crafting. Yet, she doesn’t often compare well with many of the other girls in town, they see her as weird and “too much”.

(In all fairness through, it is not too kind to either of the characters as their personalities are more complex than just awkward nerd and artsy girl-girly.)

Dipper and Mabel’s personalities are very different but somehow, they—along with their Gravity Falls family—manage to solve mysteries and save the town, multiple times.

Gravity Falls is an honestly genius series that completely changed the way cartoons were made. Originally when writing a series, you’d create a base of your story; characters, the universe and a basic plot. Yet, when creator, Alex Hirsch (who was in his early/mid-20)s and his small team first began constructing their show, they planned out everything they could possibly think of for the first season. Additionally, outlining some answers for their biggest mysteries that would be answered at the end of the series.

Despite being rated TV-Y7, this series really pushed the boundaries of kids’ television. From the teeth being ripped out of a deer’s mouth by a demon, rearranging the functions of every hole on a man’s face to an aggressive pop-rock sock puppet show that ended in a dramatic slow-motion scene of the puppets burning. Gravity Falls wasn’t afraid to get a little weird or creepy. Or create some genuine nightmare fuel.

From the beginning, Gravity Falls had built a mystery into its series, hiding secrets and clues all throughout the show. Most notably were the backwards-recorded message and cryptograms, using roughly nine different kinds, even creating two of their own.

The inclusion of cyphers and mysteries for fans to solve is possibly the reason why this series was so successful. As one of the first shows to do something like this, Gravity Falls used social media and internet fandoms to its advantage.

As mentioned earlier, cartoon fans have quite a presence on social media platforms like Twitter and Tumblr. They create theories and share fun ideas about their favourite shows. Viewers of Adventure Time, Gravity Falls and Steven Universe were all included in their share of theory fun.

Sometimes, fan theories end up being correct but when you’re Gravity Falls creator, Alex Hirsch, you don’t just watch from the sidelines as your viewers figure out the biggest mystery of your show. No, you create a hoax to get your viewers off your trail and that is what he did. Around 2013, only halfway through the first season of the show, viewers had started to follow the clues, theorizing who was the author is Dipper’s mysterious journal.

Unfortunately for the Gravity Falls production crew, the viewers were right— for the sake of readers who have never seen the show, I will not mention who the author was as it would be the biggest spoiler.

In 2013, a supposed leaked image of a tv showing a younger version of the show’s crazy old man character, Old Man McGucket, writing in the infamous journal was uploaded anonymously (by Alex Hirsch) to 4Chan.

Despite the image only being on up for a few hours, it spread like wildfire. Much to the team’s success, theorists stopped searching for the answer to “who is the author” and just accepted the image of McGucket as the truth.

To further push the fake-out, three words were posted to Alex’s Twitter, “fuming right now.”

The tweet was deleted a few minutes later and fans genuinely believed that someone from the Gravity Falls team had leaked the most important part of the story.

While doing research, I came across a Reddit post from April 10th, 2013, the day after ‘leak,’ Alex’s tweet was uploaded. In this post, user, TheoDW uploaded an image of Alex’s tweet with the caption, “It seems that Hirsch got mad at last night’s leak. He already deleted this tweet.”

Seeing the reactions of these Redditors in 2013 is kind of weird and crazy to look at. “He has every right to be upset. Someone internally released a plot revealing screen shot of series breaking spoiler information,” a deleted Reddit account commented.

“This is Alex Hirsch’s biggest success by far, he spent a huge amount of time carefully planning out the series, and then in a moment someone releases a major spoiler. It would make anyone upset,” the user, Time_Loop commented.

“Seriously, this is a nightmare for a storyteller, and shows a breach of trust. I feel so bad for him–honestly, I hope whoever did the leak gets caught and appropriate action is taken. You don’t f–k with someone’s story like this. It’s unprofessional.” the user, lonelybeloved angrily commented.

In 2014, this ‘leak’ was finally disproven when viewers were given an episode on McGucket’s backstory and an amazing tweet from Alex Hirsch.

Alex had post an image of himself playfully pointing at a monitor with the supposed leaked picture with the caption, “1) Make hoax 2) Upload to 4Chan 3) Post angry tweet about "leak" 4) Delete tweet 5) Let internet do rest”

It is so interesting to look at these comments know that all of this was orchestrated by Alex.

I wish I had been old enough at the time to follow theories and fandom stuff like I do now with current cartoons but really looking at this from an outside perspective, this was insane!

The real author wasn’t revealed until 2015 and when viewers first got the answer to this biggest show on their screens, they must have freaked out!

Following the finale in 2016, a single frame of a stone version of Bill Cipher, the show’s villain, flashed in after the credits had finished.

Alex Hirsch and his team actually created a real-life statue of their villain for their viewers to find and on July 20th, 2016, the Cipher Hunt began.

By following clues, the Hunters found themselves all over the world; Russia, Japan and then travelling throughout the United States for the final 12 clues. When the hunt took them to Los Angeles, actor, Jason Ritter (voice of Dipper Pines, also a massive fan of the series) and Alex Hirsch’s twin sister, Ariel Hirsch (the inspiration for Mabel) joined in the fun helping the search.

Finally, the hunt ended on August 2nd when someone tweeted out an image of the found statue in Oregon, the same state in which the fictional town of Gravity Falls exists. The Cipher Hunt had ended but finding the statue wasn’t Alex’s goal for the scavenger hunt, it was about the journey and bringing together the viewers, more than having them actually find the statue.

Creating its own hoax, an international scavenger hunt and quite a bit of nightmare fuel, Gravity Falls was a show truly unlike any other.

The 2010s saw some of the strongest cartoons ever made, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls and Steven Universe acting as the leaders for multiple different changes in the medium; storytelling, worldbuilding, interaction with viewers, utilizing social media, representation and further pushing music into the cartoon world. From what was created this past decade and what has already been released in 2020, I’m so excited to see what comes next.

I have another one of these which is on Steven Universe’s representation and music if you would like to see that too!!

#isaac rambles #long post #gravity falls #cartoons #cartoon review #dipper pines #alex hirsch #OH MY GOD I LOVE ALEX HIRSCH'S BRAIN!!!#disney #disney channel #disney cartoons

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bookishofalder · 4 years

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Celebrity Swingers Club

Request: @bbarton -hi!! could i request adam driver x reader <3 they are dating and one night they go out or something and someone starts hitting on the reader aggressively and he gets very protective and jealous :)

A/N: Honestly the idea for this stemmed from a random and hilarious conversation I was having with my friend the other day. I wanted to keep this one light and silly, so I hope it makes you smile! 🥰

Warnings: Dash of SMUT, language.

Adam was missing you today, even though he’d seen you mere hours ago, wrapped in his arms in bed at the hotel. And you were on set today as well, even. But this happened towards the end of filming, for a lot of actors. The inevitable mixture of melancholy, pride, restlessness and exhaustion. It was exacerbated by being on location, though he had to admit of all the locations he’d been to for a film, he had little to complain about here in Hawaii.

But nearing the end of filming meant that time became more constrained, and you and he saw less of one another. He supposed it was part of the honeymoon phase, after all, you’d only been married about 5 months before production started on this latest project.

Today, he just wanted to see you, even if just for a short while.

So when they called lunch, he was quick to depart the set and make a beeline for the cafe, where he had two orders of lunch preordered for pickup. He thanked the staff, having a brief conversation with the cafe crew about how much he had to bribe them for the recipe to his favourite meal (seriously, it was one of the best dishes he’d ever encountered, but they wouldn’t give it up!). With a laugh and a shrug of defeat, he said his goodbyes and started toward the makeup trailers.

He figured you’d be working with your assistant to tidy up from the morning, as many fake injuries were needed for the scenes they were filming. You complained that these left your workstations a disaster. But he knew you loved creating the wounds, a macabre alternative to the glamour or ‘regular’ looks you specialized in. It had been alarming the first time he’d walked in on you in the bedroom you shared at home to find you looking at horrifically graphic photos and making notes.

As he approached your trailer, your assistant, Bailey, was making her way hurriedly down the steps. Adam greeted her with a wide grin. “Hey Bailey, sneaking away?”

“Sneaking away is accurate, Carter is in there,” She replied, her lips set in a thin line, “Seriously, I know he means well, but he really is a bit much.”

Adam nodded in understanding, as he too found the young actor a little...obnoxious. And while Adam had no illusions to his idiosyncrasies and perpetual ‘asshole’ persona; he still made a point of not falling into conversation with Carter. It was tiring, as the kid would speak non-stop, jumping from topic to topic so quickly it gave his listeners whiplash, and when he’d finish, he’d merely take a breath and launch into another speech unless he was cut off.

But he was a good enough kid and a great actor. Someone that, professionally, Adam was happy to work with. Just like Bailey, however, he had his limits when it came to patience in dealing with Carter offset. And Adam knew his wife all too well, he knew you were in the trailer, abandoned by Bailey, being an absolute gem to the kid. Letting him talk your ear off while you no doubt worked to get your station fully tidied before being called to set after lunch for touch-ups.

“Well, I’d better go rescue her, I’ll see you later.” He sighed, and Bailey gave him a sympathetic, knowing smiling before running off.

You kept your trailer especially cool, which Adam had always appreciated. You said it was for your art, but he also knew you did it for him, as he always ran a lot warmer than most. Stepping inside, he first turned left toward the dining area and set the food boxes down on the table. When he glanced around and didn’t see you in the main room, he made his way to the door that led into the meeting room, which had a large sink that you used for cleaning off your palettes and brushes. The door was halfway cracked and as Adam stepped up, he heard Carter’s voice.

“Honestly, totally no big deal, (y/n). Married, single, divorced-whatever,” Adam was right at the door now, looking in he saw your back, shoulders rigid in a way that he knew meant you were uncomfortable, and pointedly washing off a palette with determined vigour. “You’re fit, and I’m an honest person, so I just wanted to put it out there. You could even ask Adam if you-“

Leaning against the door frame, Adam slid the pocket door the rest of the way open, his eyes focused on Carter. “Ask Adam what?” His voice low, he was trying to control his temper-he didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Carter had broken off the moment he saw Adam in the doorway, mouth slightly open in surprise. “Oh, hey Adam!” He quickly rearranged his expression to a more pleasant one.

But when you spun around and Adam saw the genuine relief flush across your face, his heart rate increased. He crossed his arms, inwardly happy that he was still wearing only a t-shirt, his muscles flexing slightly.

“Ask me what, Carter.”

The kids’ eyes widened, “I was, well, I mean I was saying to (y/n)-“

Adam cut him off again, “My wife. You were saying to my wife.” Out of the corner of his eye, Adam could see you biting back a smile.

Carter stuttered, “Yes! Of course, I was saying-to your wife-that I’d be down for a, you know,” He shrugged, though his tense posture and wide eyes gave away how utterly not calm he was, “Some fun, Hollywood style, uh, fun.”

At this, Adam frowned with confusion, glancing between Carter and you, and you rolled your eyes, “He means sex. You know, like how all celebrities are here for a good time, so we can swap partners and have sex parties and all that fun stuff we do on weekends.”

Adam’s eyes snapped to Carter, who visibly paled. Gulping he watched as Adam stepped away from the door and into the room, his eyes narrowed. “You asked my wife to fuck? Are you kidding me?” Moving nearer to you, Adam pointed at the door, “Get the fuck out of here, stay the fuck away from my wife, and expect a call from my manager.”

Though his voice had been quiet, the message and severity of his words were all too clear to Carter, who uttered a quick apology before running out of the trailer at full speed. When the door slammed closed behind him, you burst out laughing, peals of giggles that brought a smile to Adam’s face despite his anger.

“Oh god, that poor kid actually thought we had like, celebrity swingers clubs,” You broke down in another fit of giggles, one hand clutching your stomach, and Adam couldn’t help but join in.

After a few minutes, he stepped closer to you and pulled you into his arms, where you rested your head on his chest, your arms snaking around his waist. It hadn’t been the first time he’d encountered someone unabashedly hitting on you, though this was the most unique proposition he thinks you'd been offered.

“That was the first time that one could interpret that I was included in the deal,” He considered aloud, causing you to laugh loudly again. “I’m not sure if I should be more, or less, offended.”

“Carter is a gullible fantasist. I’d put money down that someone told him there was a sex club he was missing out on.”

“If that’s the case,” Adam replied, pulling back slightly to look down at you, “Then whoever told him that is going to get a piece of my mind when I find out who they are. I fucking hate when men hit on you.”

Your gaze softened, a small hand reaching up to stroke his jaw in a soothing motion that always seemed to work on him. “I know, babe,” You whispered, your hand sliding from his jaw to grab the back of his neck, pulling him closer. With your mouth a breath away from his, you added, “I missed you today.” And then your lips pressed to his.

Without hesitation, Adam deepened the kiss, his blood rushing as your mouth opened for him and then he was licking into you, tasting you. A small moan escaped you as you pressed yourself against him, returning his fervour. One of the things he adored about you was the energy that you saved just for him. Every kiss, every touch, they were always fire, always intense and needy. You kissed him like it was the first time, every time, no matter how tired you might be, how hard you might have worked that day.

He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours, each of you panting. “I love you, sweet girl.”

“Love you too, big.” You murmured, your lips wrapping seductively around the nickname you had for him. He smiled, reaching his hands up to cup your face, thumbs stroking the soft skin.

“I brought lunch, by the way.”

You pulled back further, leaning around him to look toward the dining table. Eyes lighting up upon seeing the take out containers that held your favourite meal, you glanced between Adam and the food a few times.

“Seeing you get all jealous worked me up,” Your words were thoughtful, brows furrowed in mock consideration, “I think we have time for a quickie before we ea-AH!”

You shrieked a giggle as Adam lifted you up, pressing his lips to yours before seating you on the table. He reached toward the door and quickly shut it, turning the lock, before looking back down at you.

With a dark look in his eyes, he stepped between your legs, hands gripping your shoulders gently, “Might need to leave a mark or two, remind everyone who you belong to.” And then his lips were on your collarbone, biting possessively before his tongue would lave out to soothe the mark. Your hands found his hair, fingers carding through the raven locks as you moaned in delight.

“All yours, big.” You sighed, and Adam smiled against the skin of your chest, his hands dropping to your hips so that he could ease your leggings off and bring your bodies together.

The food would go cold, but the trailer had a microwave. And really, neither of you were all that hungry at the moment, anyway.

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#reader insert #fanfic #adam driver x reader #adam driver #adam driver x you #angst #adam driver fanfiction #just for fun #requested #love

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Painting Nails with Gojo Satoru (x reader)

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x (unspecified-gender) reader

Genre: Good friends with some mutual pining, a bit of fluff and a bit of uncertainty, reader has their mind in the gutter for a split second

Lmao, how long can someone write about painting nails T.T 2800+ words

When you recently mentioned that you had no free time to refresh your nails due to the influx of odd jobs here and there, you didn’t think that it would lead to your long time friend, Gojo Satoru, sneaking into your room at the Tech with a bag full of nail polish.

He was in the middle of laying them out haphazardly onto the coffee table. Colours ranging from neon bright to the darkest of shades stood before your very own eyes on full display. Their shapes were as varied as the palette. Standard round, rectangle shapes, funky stars and fragile butterflies just to name a few.

The shock of what was transpiring had yet to register in your mind, a dumbfounded look creeping onto your face.

It wasn’t even the first time that this has occurred. Once in a while you would come back from a mission in another city, ready to fall down onto your bed in the one place that you could call home, only to have this excuse for a friend barge in on your time of relaxation. Sometimes, you didn’t inform anyone when you would be back in the hopes of being left alone but he always seemed to find out the best time to annoy you. When you were tired.

“What the actual fuck are you doing in my room Gojo-san?”, you drop your tattered bag onto the ground before closing the door.

The feeling of his incoming whines and guaranteed pout had become something of a sixth sense to you now. You thought that maybe he would grow out of it after his teenage years but the gods weren’t as merciful as you once believed them to be.

“(Y/n)-channnn, why are you so mean to me? I haven’t done anything for you to call me that”, he dramatically groaned out before flopping onto your bed.

Glancing at the table, you notice that his sudden movement knocked over some of the bottles.

You also know what he meant by that. You only ever call him ‘Gojo-san’ when he screws up or when you are both in the presence of his students.

As much as he likes to tease you in front of important people, you aren’t that unprofessional as to disrespect him as an educator in front of the students that he teaches. The kids already make fun of him and if you were to join in at the same time then you would begin pitying the man.

You walk over to the sprawled lamp post of a human and indicate with your hand to scoot over before proceeding to throw yourself down beside him.

“What is this about, Toru-kun?”, your eyes lazily scan over the nail polish. Of course you know what is going on but Gojo Satoru is a man that enjoys being humoured.

Poor Ijichi-kun ends up as the victim of a lot of his whims when you’re away. Scratch that, even when you are around the unfortunate fellow gets bullied like a kindergartner at a playground.

“So~ I’ve noticed that your nails-,”

“I mentioned it.”

“.. have been looking rather-,”

“I mentioned it.”

“..duller than usual so-”,

“I-”,

His body flew up from the lying position and a hand suddenly came into your view. Before you could do anything, Gojo clamped it over your mouth, an unseen eye-roll definitely going off under his blindfold.

He wasn’t really irritated but you took it as a win for all the times he irked you in the past month.

“I NOTICED YOUR NAILS LOOKING DULLER THAN USUAL SO I WENT OUT OF MY HUMBLE WAY TO BUY THESE,” he finally lets you go after finishing what he wanted to say.

The sheets under you have become disheveled, your thrashing around to get away and shut his loud mouth in case Principal Yaga hears brought about no results. There was no rule against being in the same room, you weren’t some silly teenagers and even if you were, the Tech wasn’t that strict anyway, but the thought of his disappointing gaze burning into your soul…

Your thoughts are disrupted when Gojo throws two pillows onto the floor. Knowing that there is no escaping this, you dust down your clothes and gracefully sit down.

Who knows? This may actually turn out to be relaxing. Even if you’re wrong then spending time with friends is precious, no matter the activity. Especially in this line of work. There is no telling when one might hear the news of their comrades’ death.

Gojo sits on the other free pillow and smiles. “Any colour pulling you in? If not then I would love to recommend, you know, I’m sort of an expert at this.”

You laugh slightly at his confidence before agreeing to his proposal. As long as it’s not too ugly then you really don’t mind what he ends up picking.

In fact, you trust his judgement when it comes to fashion. His casual outfits always end up taking your breath away. You’re forever glad when he forces you to go along with him to the shopping district. You know your style and what you’re comfortable with but Gojo presents you with something unique every time.

“Hmmmm...then, what about this one?”, the hand that was under his chin as he was contemplating leaves its position and he quickly picks up a (f/c) nail polish.

The container is cute too, a glass cat face. Though how did he figure out what colour this was with that blindfold? Only Gojo knows.

You reach out for the item but he leans back and pulls it to his chest. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)...,” he creates an X with his arms before continuing, “Bzzzt! Did you really think I would be so rude as to leave you alone with that tedious job? Who do you take me for?”.

He grasps the fabric where his heart is located and fakely sniffles. Oh, so he wants to paint them for you. Figuring out that you may as well indulge in a little care, you extend your hand for him to hold.

Gojo twists the nail brush open and dips it into the bottle a few times. His tongue is poking out as he tests how much of the liquid is on the brush. You don’t even question how he will paint your nails without seeing properly. Understanding his infinite capabilities has become second nature to you.

Instead, you focus on the feeling of his hand when it grasps yours.

It’s bigger and somewhat rougher, though not uncomfortable. Really, it feels secure to have around your own.

Jerking back at your line of thinking, you can feel the heat growing on your face by the second. Calm down there, no need to get ahead of yourself. You’ve held hands many times in the city before so that you don’t get ‘lost’, how is this any different?

“Hey now!,” Gojo grips your hand more firmly than before.

“Sorry, sorry. I had an itch,” you come up with an excuse and double down when you scratch your shoulder with a free hand.

He doesn’t say anything in return, there are none of his usual comebacks. That’s suspicious, he always needs to have the last word in no matter what.

Instead he applies the first stroke of nail polish on one of your nails.

His movements are steady, no shaking, and he doesn’t miss any spots. The process is...pleasant, being attended to by another.

He moves on to your second finger, repeating the action from the previous one, applying just as much attention.

Now that you are sitting still, barely breathing as you look on, his hold has become almost airy. Unless you focused purely on the skin to skin contact, it was as if your hand was levitating.

Ah, technically he could be using ‘Infinity’ and keeping your hand away but...it made you feel weirdly unhappy. Your mouth tugged down in dissatisfaction unconsciously.

At the same moment, Gojo grasped the next finger on the list, the sudden feeling coming as a surprise. You barely held in the shocked gasp, tingles travelling up your arm.

He didn’t say anything and continued the procedure.

You peeked at his face to see if you could read him but there was nothing at all to go off on. No smile, smirk, pout or frown.

Sheer concentration.

It wasn’t unwelcome, in fact it was peaceful without the usual banter. And it wasn’t unbearably serious either. If you had to put a word on it then it felt...intimate.‘Wow, what the hell? Chill, he’s only a friend and this is simple nail painting’.

The clock in your room ticked continuously until eventually your fingernails were all finished. It took extra long because Gojo insisted that the proper way to do it was to paint two layers. So in the end you had to sit through another few minutes that honestly felt like an eternity.

You hoped that you hadn't sweated with how warm it had gotten on your end.

“Alright! It’s your turn (Y/n)-chan,” he made finger guns and pointed them at your bewildered expression.

“It isn’t fair if only you get this spa worthy treatment, no?”.

“Satoru, I think you overestimate my ability to paint nails. Of course, I do a fantastic job on myself but I am hopeless when it comes to others,” you explain.

You may have over exaggerated a bit but if this goes on then your thoughts will enter dangerous territory, not that they haven’t already.

Distractions aren’t helpful when you are a jujutsu sorcerer, particularly in the romantic scene.

Have you daydreamed about such scenarios? Yes.

Would you like to experience them? Definitely.

However, what you want and what you can have are at odds with each other.

“Don’t be a bore, come on, come on,” he sticks out his own hand before thinking up something and reaching towards his blindfold. “Let’s make it a challenge. I had such a difficult time so you have to suffer too”.

He frees his eyesight and stands up. You’re about to follow but he shakes his head and kneels behind you.

The smooth fabric covers your eyes and the pressure as he tightens the blindfold rubs against the back of your head. This feels like the beginning of a dirty situation-

A resounding smack travels in the enclosed room as you slap your cheeks simultaneously. This isn’t the time nor place.

“I’m accepting my resolve,” you throw out before Gojo can ask you why you hit yourself in the face.

You hear him shuffle back to the pillow as well as glass tapping against glass. A nail polish bottle is shoved into your unprepared self. “I’m in your hands now,” he laughs stupidly to himself at his own pun. You can’t help cracking a small smile too.

Blindly, you fiddle around in front of you, wanting to start this. Clicking your tongue, you’re about to give out but Gojo finally decides to stop being a prick and gives you his hand. His shakes from laughter make themselves known but you ignore him.

Unscrewing the bottle cap, you get to work.

Only, you have to feel around for his fingernail. It’s impossible to hit the target without searching around first.

You become overwhelmingly aware of the close proximity yet again and your heart skips a beat. The fact that you can’t see anything makes it far worse as your sense of touch becomes more sensitive. Your shaking hand dabs the point where you think the nail polish goes and you begin painting.

Gojo’s amusement must have stopped too since you don’t hear him chuckling anymore. Is he looking at you? Or is he looking at his poor skin whenever you miss the fingernail? He doesn’t have his blindfold on so his eyes have to be focused on something.

But what?

The silence becomes unmanageable and the constant skin against skin friction twists your insides. Is it just you? Or does he also think the same way?

“You know, you have pretty eyes. If you start an Instagram page with photos of them then you’ll get a following in no time,” you offhandedly mention to start a conversation. Knowing Gojo he’ll take the compliment, tease you a bit and move on. You shift around in the pillow before progressing onto the other hand, having speedrun the first, before he starts talking.

“That’s not a bad idea. You can do the eyeshadow and we can make some money,” he hums in agreement. The sound of extra cash nearly makes you drool but then a realisation hits you, like a truck an isekai protagonist. If you were to do the eyeshadow then you will no doubt have to be very close to his face. No way.

“On second thought, I don’t think we have the time,” you laugh it off.

His disagreement comes soon after.

“Haaaaaaah?! Then why did you mention it?”. His muscles tense, about to pull back to cross his arms but he remembers that you’re in the middle of painting his nails.

After that, you both fall silent again.

In the end, you get through the last finger and close the nail polish bottle. You tried your best, having taken your time despite it making you feel a certain way whenever you had to touch him longer than is necessary.

You get up and reach out to unhook the blindfold but larger hands stop you in your tracks from behind. They pull yours away and drop them at your sides.

“Allow the amazing gentleman, Gojo Satoru,” he gently takes it off as you stand unmoving.

When light from the window hits your face, you scrunch your eyelids shut, waiting to adjust to the bright atmosphere. A hand patting down your hair makes them shoot open and you turn around to complain.

Whatever you were going to say gets caught in your throat as you look up into his light blue eyes. His expression is serene, free of any worries but his eyes seem to be trying to speak a thousand words.

They too look composed but you get the feeling that he’s trying to communicate something to you.

Swallowing, you clench your hand (conscious of the recently dry nail polish), and place it over your chest. “Satoru..um,” you pause, not fully comprehending what you want to say, or rather, how you want to say it.

Your eyes widen when you notice his hand traveling towards yours.

Clumsily spinning around, you head for the pillows and shake off the dust that accumulated on them.

“Thanks for today. I’ll have a nap, since I’m still tired from the flight.”

You show your gratitude but hide the words your heart wanted to really express.

You don’t turn around to see his expression. The sound of his blindfold going over his eyes is what you hear first. Then,

“Don’t worry your sleepy head over it! Sweet dreams, (Y/n)”.

The door opens and closes gently behind you.

Once you’re sure that he is far down the hallway, you throw yourself onto your bed, put the pillow over your face and scream. Feeling a little foolish, you stop and look over your nails.

He really did a great job.

-Next Day-

The sun is shining brightly therefore there is no better time to take a walk. Which is why you aren’t surprised when you stumble upon Sukuna’s vessel, Itadori Yuuji.

The teenager has a tub of ice cream with him. Maybe you should get some too? Gojo is bound to have some in his mini freezer.

“Ah! Hello, (L/n)-san,” the boy waves his hand in greeting and jogs over.

“Itadori-kun, is it alright for you to be outside like this?,” you ask with concern.

There are only a few people that know about his current state of being alive. When you heard that he died, you came as fast as possible to comfort Gojo.

“It’s fine! Everyone is gone and Ijichi-san is on the lookout at the front gate. He’s meant to give me a ring you see”. He looks down.

“Oh! You’ve got some nice nails there,” he points out as he takes a bite out of the dessert. “You match with Gojo-sensei,” he adds after a second.

You pause your appreciative smile at his compliment. Excuse me?

“Excuse me? Match?,” you prod him to elaborate.

The teenager scratches his cheek.

“Ehh, but he said the plan was to match all along. Though they don't exactly look the same”.

Your eyes tear up in embarrassment at the turn of events. You’re matching nails? You thought for definite that he would wash them off when he gets back to his room. Not only that but putting the blindfold over your eyes must have been his sly way of making sure that you don't notice they're the same colour.

Itadori shakes his hands in front of him before bowing. “I-I’m sorry (L/n)-san! I did not mean to insult the way you painted Gojo-sensei’s nails. They are a bit tactless compared to yours but that’s okay,” he apologises profusely, mistaking the root of your shame.

‘That dumbass Gojo Satoru’

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #I like hands duh but if i went into more detail i would get high blood pressure

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