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makkir0ll · 2 months

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"you have really long eyelashes"

it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?

"thanks?" he replies

"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.

they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.

he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.

but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.

"can i-"

"no" he cuts you off.

"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.

"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.

"i'll buy you you're favorite food."

and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.

you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.

you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.

"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.

"still?"

"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.

"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.

he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.

"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.

"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.

"all of them?"

"yes, all of them."

he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.

KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.

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coco-oats · 8 months

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Latest trend this October…

Embracing your natural beauty ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

• Minimal makeup that compliments your face. I go to school wearing Burt’s Bees tinted chapstick (literally my saviour 🤞) and that’s it. NOBODY CARES. LOVE YOUR FACE.

• Self care. Showering/bathing regularly. Exfoliating. Lip scrub. Moisturizing entire body. Beautiful natural products and scents. Gua sha (I will never stop talking about gua sha 😽🧘‍♀️). Hair oil. Simple skincare. Eyelash/eyebrow serum.

• Embrace the body hair, girl. This isn’t for everyone, but I say this because when I was WAYYY younger I would stress so much about shaving and needing to be hairless (and for what?). Now I only wax my underarms and below the knee, anything else I just trim.

• Healthy balanced diet. I’m talking eating nutritious, seasonal, whole foods that make you feel good (this does not mean restrict and only eat lettuce). NEVER SKIP OUT ON PROTEIN AND NUTRIENTS. + fibre if you’re not tying to get constipated.

• Affirmations and confidence. I am not lying when I tell you confidence and affirmations have changed my life. I’m still working on my confidence but it feels so good to compliment and love myself. I seriously be talking to the mirror like a crazy person 😭😭.

‘I love you so much. You did amazing today. You’re so smart. You’re so interesting. I love my body. I love my face. I’m so beautiful.’

Be confident and put yourself first.

Accept and celebrate your unique features <3

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d1xonss · 4 months

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Okay so, lately, I have been obssesed with young Daryl. Would you like writing a super fluffy fic where reader teaches Daryl about skincare and at the begining he's like 'why the hell are you putting that in your face?' but then at the end he is helping her in the most delicate manner posible. Like the look of love of this man while taking care of you... he just makes me faint.

Hope you like the idea and keep writing because you are so good! x

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✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Pre-apocalypse

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Fluff

✧ Word Count : 1.8k

AN ~ Yess I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting it and thank you for all the love on my last oneshot as a whole. I didn’t think a lot of people would like it as much as they did, but all the feedback was so sweet! Again, I tried my best with this one and hopefully I could capture what you envisioned. Hope you enjoy!

Cleanser, moisturizer, serum, and sunscreen. Those were just the few of many steps when it came to your skincare routine that you had grown accustomed to.

Your skin was something that you were quite proud of, the years of taking care of it diligently were really paying off as it was always smooth and had some kind of a natural glow. You would get compliments here and there and questions about how you always kept your face looking so young and beautiful. And you of course would always give out any advice, products, or tips to others who asked because in all honesty it was just a simple routine.

The light in the bathroom flickered on as you reached your hand out to flip the switch, standing in front of the mirror and pulling your hair back to finally get settled in for the night after what felt like an impossibly long day. Your eyes glanced up to see your face a little more upclose, subconsciously grabbing the makeup remover first to clean all of it off your features.

It wasn’t that often you wore makeup but when you did it was always just something simple. Mascara, blush, filling in your eyebrows. But what really was your favorite part was wearing some type of lipstick or lip gloss on your perfectly plump lips. Your only reason as to why it was your favorite was so at some point in the day, you could pull your boyfriend in for a kiss on the cheek, only to pull back and see the residue of your lips. He however would groan and playfully shoo you away as he wiped his cheek to see whatever color you had on staining his palm. But the small smile playing on his own lips would tell you that he secretly loved it.

You reached up towards your eye to gently remove the mascara from your eyelashes, before discarding the cotton pad in the trashcan below. Then copying the same actions to your eyebrows, you removed any pencil that was left before throwing that cotton away as well. You then briefly rinsed your face with water, before pulling out your drawer full of products to use in a specific order.

The cleanser was always first since your face had to be a little wet, applying it gently all over your skin before leaning back down and rinsing it off completely. Toner came after, dabbing a little product in another cotton pad before dragging it over your face and neck to make sure you didn’t miss any lingering dirt that could still be there. Then it was serum, dripping a little from the dropper over different sections before lightly dragging it out until everything felt even.

It was always this part where you felt your face was especially shiny and glowing, taking a second to look at it glistening in the dim light. Until your eyes lingered to some movement just behind you, seeing Daryl’s figure standing in the doorway as he watched you intently.

You gasped a little at his sudden presence as you weren’t expecting him to be there, laughing a little to yourself as you placed a hand over your heart and turned to face him now. “Jesus,” you breathed, “You scared me half to death.”

His face turned a bit sheepish as that was never his intention, he just simply wanted to watch whatever girly thing you were doing before heading to bed, “Sorry.” he said as he slowly passed through the threshold.

“It’s okay. Just give me a few more minutes and I’ll be done.” you said before turning to face the mirror again.

You half expected him to leave and just wait for you in your shared bedroom, but he didn’t. He placed himself right next to you as his eyes moved towards the mirror as well, but only to watch your movements as you attempted to put on eye cream. He squinted a little as he watched you, thinking silently to himself for what felt like a long while.

As a guy, he never really understood things like this, though he went along with it because it clearly made you happy. But tonight apparently he was full of questions, wanting you to tell him everything about your little potions that sat out on the bathroom counter.

“The hell you puttin on yer face?”

Perhaps that was the wrong thing to just blurt, but he couldn’t help it as genuine confusion filled him seeing as you didn’t need anything like this to be “beautiful.” He always thought you were perfect.

Though you laughed at his bluntness, rubbing in the cream under your eyes as you looked at his face in the mirror, “It’s my skincare routine.” you said simply.

His brows remained furrowed as he was still left in the dark. “I’ve been doing it since before we even got together, Daryl.” you said as your eyes moved to look at your own features.

He hummed a little, more to himself as he thought back to if he had ever seen you do this before like you claimed. Had he really been that dense about it?

“Well, uh…what’re they supposed to do?” he asked.

You smiled as your eyes locked with his again, “They just help keep your skin healthy and clean.” you said as you reached for your moisturizer, your final step, “Why? You wanna try?” you asked playfully.

He scoffed and shook his head as he leaned down a bit on the counter, continuing to watch you with his head in his hands, “Nah, watchin you do it is enough for me.”

You rolled your eyes a bit, though you didn’t push further as you finished rubbing the cream into your cheeks. Though silently you wished Daryl would do something for his skin, you believed that everyone should. The sun was your biggest concern for him. Although you loved his little sunspots all over his face and the slight redness he would sometimes get on his cheeks and nose, you wished he at least wore sunscreen if anything at all. But it was no secret the man was stubborn, but maybe, just maybe, you would be able to convince him.

“Okay,” you said as you finally finished and began putting the products away, “I’ll make you a deal. You don’t have to do face masks with me anymore, if you promise to put on some sunscreen everyday before work.” you wagered.

You watched as his eyes narrowed at you playfully, thinking about his options in his head before finally sighing in defeat and standing back up to his full height, “Alright, fine.” he agreed.

“Yay!” you silently cheered as you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, bringing him further into you.

He smiled to himself as he hugged your waist tight, resting his chin on your shoulder. If you asked him, he didn’t need anything to keep his skin “healthy” because he didn’t necessarily care about any of that quite like you did. But he would do just about anything for you, anything to make you happy, and anything to even catch a glimpse of your smile.

Which is why he reluctantly pulled away with a quiet groan, “And I’ll…still do facemasks with ya anyway.” he said almost regrettably.

Your mouth dropped in surprise, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he huffed with a small returning smile, “As long as they make me pretty after, I guess they’re alright.”

You tilted your head a bit to the side as your hand came up to trail your thumb against his cheekbone, “But you’re already pretty.”

“...Not as pretty as you, sweet girl.” he corrected, coming in close to place a kiss on your cheek.

But your hand coming up quickly to stop him is what caused him to be slightly taken aback, “Wait, wait,” you giggled as you kept his face away from yours, “I just finished my skincare, have you learned nothing?” you playfully asked him, “Besides the moisturizer will get on your lips, I don’t think you wanna kiss me there.”

He sighed in faux annoyance as his eyes traveled down a bit, “Well, can I kiss ya here?” he asked as you felt his thumb come up to run along your bottom lip gently.

You smiled with a small nod, “Yes.”

He smirked before finally closing the distance between you two, his lips overlapping yours in a sweet kiss as his hands ran up and down your back slowly. You hummed into his mouth as his lips felt heavenly against your own, feeling him pull away to place one more peck on your parted mouth before fully stepping back.

“Alright, come on now, we gotta get ya to bed for yer beauty sleep.” he teased as he suddenly bent down and grabbed you by your legs, swinging your upper half over his shoulder as he carried you out of the bathroom.

“Daryl!” you cried as you laughed at his sudden fast actions, hearing him let out a chuckle himself as he carried you all the way up the stairs while swaying you back and forth playfully.

After that night Daryl fulfilled his promise, letting you put sunscreen over his cheeks and nose right before he headed off to work each morning to ease your mind. And he still occasionally allowed you to put a face mask on him, seeing how much it brought you joy to have someone to do it with. But also he had to admit, it made his face feel a little softer afterwards.

The only thing that changed in your routine since that night is that Daryl would now always follow you into the bathroom when it was time to put on all your “potions” as he called them. Except he wasn’t the one watching you do all the work, but instead, he applied everything for you. He insisted on it in fact. He always wanted to take care of you and this was no different, in fact he thought it was fun.

It was also fun for you as well as you agreed to his request, sitting yourself up on the counter as he applied everything like you usually would. You had to walk him through the steps the first few times, but after that he was a natural. He was always so delicate as his slightly rough fingertips glided effortlessly across your skin. Your favorite part however, was opening your eyes occasionally to watch his face as it was full of concentration, seeing his tongue slip out a little at times as he focused. You thought it was absolutely adorable.

And every time he was done, without fail, he would always look at you so lovingly it nearly made you melt into a puddle. His eyes so clearly held so much love for you, you found yourself thinking how you had the best man in the entire world. Though you always wanted to know what he was thinking when he stared at you like this, finally one night opening your mouth to ask.

“What?” you voiced a bit playfully as your head tilted to the side.

He shrugged his shoulders as his eyes remained the same, “Nothin…just so beautiful.” he practically whispered.

Your lips stretched into a bashful smile as you couldn’t help but blush. Yeah, best man in the entire world.

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folklorefairyy · 2 years

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of toothpaste kisses and giggles -e.m

summary - in which you and eddie get ready for bed together but you can’t help but be distracted by each other’s sweetness

word count - 1.211k

author’s note - this is a request by a lovely anon which you can find here! sweet domesticity with characters are my fave to read and write so this made me so happy!! also it’s barely proofread so i’m sorry dhdhd

warnings - none that i can think of! just sweet touching and kisses - lots and lots of fluff! i write most things with fem!reader in mind but there is no mention of gender nor gendered descriptions within the fic!

Toothpaste dribbles down your chin as you laugh at Eddie trying to vigorously brush his teeth. He makes it his mission to see you laugh whenever he can and tonight's no different.

You try and grab his arm, pulling it away from his mouth, but he just playfully swats you away, increasing the speed of his silly movements.

At this you groan through a giggle, ‘Eds, you’ll have no teeth left if you keep doing that,’ your brows slightly scrunch, words muffled past your own toothbrush.

He leans down to spit out the toothpaste, tall body crammed into the trailer’s small bathroom with you, the close proximity by no means a problem for either of you, as skin brushes and the comfort of being so close kicks in.

He turns his head from the sink to meet yours, a grin presenting his freshly brushed teeth to you, ‘Told you I'd be faster than you babe.’

His thumb comes up to wipe the toothpaste from your chin, smearing iit on the bottom of his shirt and eliciting another groan from you at his carelessness. Before you can lightly scold him he whizzes past you, pecking your cheek hastily and nipping your side before perching on the toilet seat, hands resting on his lap and eyes wide in expectancy.

The sight warms your heart and you giggle at his contagious energy. This was your little routine every morning and night that you were in the company of one another - you brush your teeth together before Eddie sits and watches in awe as you do your skincare routine or makeup.

You brush your hands briefly over his curls, smoothing them back before pecking his nose and getting to work. Random bottles of serum and jars of cream are piled in the sink, the small bathroom having very little room to accommodate your complexity. Neither of you mind the space, having worked in tandem for so long that finding nooks and crannies to fit things and moving around each other whilst doing your own things had become second nature.

Eddie hums a tune as he watches, doe-eyes peer up quizzically, lashes tickle his brow-bones and his long legs brush against your thigh as he leans back on the toilet seat. The heat from his skin is comforting, a warm embrace in the otherwise chilly trailer. You begin to hum along with him, dabbing cream under your eyes delicately.

A smirk graces his lips and he interrupts the humming with a chuckle, ‘Didn't know you knew this one honey.’ His hand reaches out to pinch your thigh and you squirm away, nudging him back with a light tap of your sock-clad foot.

Still focused on your face, you take a peak at him still smiling through your peripheral vision. ‘You've been playing it a lot recently,’ a pause as you remove an eyelash stuck to your skin, ‘ I like it,’ you admit softly.

The confession pulls his smile wider and he reaches forward, lacing his pinky with your own that has been abandoned by your side,’ Well, shit, baby, I’m proud of you.’ The compliment makes you feel fuzzy and you find yourself pausing your movements, smiling shyly to yourself. He swings your hands between you and teasingly whispers, ‘ Knew you’d be a metalhead in no time.’

The comment causes a giggle to flutter from your lips and you look down at him for a moment, that soft smile still painting your lips. You lightly roll your eyes, wiggling your pinky still entwined with his, ‘Oh totally,’ you bring your free hand up and attempt a rocker's hand signal, grinning at how silly you look. With a joking sincerity you continue, ‘The biggest metalhead there ever was.’

He breaks out into a laugh at this, absolutely smitten with your dorky attempt at being a metalhead. He leans forward, pressing his face against your hip and winds his arms around your legs as he continues to chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin. You can't help but giggle with him, smiling wider at the sound drifting from his lips. There's never a dull moment between you - even when doing something as mundane as your skincare routine.

You smooth your hands over his hair once more, moving his bangs from his face and lean down to rest your forehead against his. With faces pressed so close you mumble out,’ Just have my lip balm to do and then we’re all done Eds.’

At this Eddie leans back, a giddy grin pulling at his lips once more and his eyes lighting up excitedly. ‘Please can I do it again?’ The request is so sweet, hsie citement at his inclusion contagious.

You peck his lips for the thousandth time tonight and whisper against them sweetly, ‘Of course you can, baby, it’s your job now.’

Ever the dork, he ‘whoops’ and springs up to grab the pot of lip balm from within the pile of products still strewn all over (and in) the small sink.

He looks at you over his shoulder, still smiling, and says proudly, ‘Take a seat, babe, I got this.’

You perch yourself on the lid of the toilet and peer up at him softly, eyes filled with admiration at how sweet Eddie Munson truly is. With determination he begins applying the balm to your lips, calloused fingertips brushing against them delicately. His tongue peeks out between his lips as he focuses and you can't fight the smile pulling at your lips.

‘Sweetheart,’ he warns you softly,’ you gotta keep still or it won't be perfect.’

You mutter out a half-hearted ‘sorry’, too giddy to sound heartfelt, not sorry at all for smiling because of the sweet boy before you.

With a final swipe against your lips, he steps back to admire his masterpiece, mouth lifting once more in a proud smile and eyes crinkling in content.

‘Thanks Eds,’ you say softly through a smile of your own.His pretty face and mesmerising eyes mean you can't stop yourself from asking, ‘Can I kiss you in repayment.?’

As though you've revealed you stole his puppy, his mouth drops and his brows rise in offence, ‘and ruin my masterpiece?’ he gapss out, hand resting against his chest dramatically, ‘Baby, how could you?!’

With puppy-dog eyes and a pout on your lips you beg, ‘But Eddie, it means we’ll both have such soft lips if we share,’ you stretch your hand towards him to invite him closer, ‘cant have my boy going without some care now can I?’

With this, he drops his act, heart aching at your sweetness and just how much he loves you. ‘Well, damn sweetheart, how can I say no to such a sweet request?’

He grabs your outstretched hand and lightly tugs you towards him, one moving to rest on your waist and hold you close, the other to your cheek, thumb rubbing your freshly moisturised skin.

‘I'm gonna have the softest lips Hawkins has ever seen, ‘ he smiles against your lips as he softly presses them to yours, pausing for a moment to whisper, ‘well, maybe second after yours sweet thing.’ And with that the two of you stand pressed together in the small bathroom of Eddie’s trailer, sharing toothpaste kisses and giggles.

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myskincareoasis0 · 1 year

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inkedreverie · 7 months

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bucky barnes x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky struggles to cope with the pain after Steve dies.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: friends to lovers, sad/grief sex, angst with a happy ending, p in v sex, unprotected sex, major character death,

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Anon requested smut with heavy feelings and my inspo immediately chose this. I hope you like it!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It’s not the same.

That’s what he keeps telling himself over and over in his head. It feels like a part of him is missing. And deep down he knows a piece of him died the day Steve left. It also doesn’t help that everywhere he looks reminds him of Steve. Around his apartment, on the TV, and outside when he decides to walk, down the sidewalk.

He buries himself in his work and, for the most part, it works. His mind is preoccupied with mission reports, training, and taking care of his weapons, but then, when he’s on a mission, that’s when it kicks in. A painful reminder that his best friend is no longer by his side.

But then again, he still has her. Over the past few months, he finds himself coming to her for comfort. Bucky pours out his heart to her, and he knows she won’t judge him because everyone is grieving in their own way. Everyone on the Avengers can feel the absence.

So, when he asks her if she wants to join him at one of his favorite bars, she’s not surprised. And a part of him knows it’s silly. Bucky can’t get drunk because of the super serum but at least he can relish in the feeling of the alcohol, burning his throat, the soft music reverberating off the walls.

Tonight, though, something shifts. The tears that he usually tries to hold back, his throat constricting and his heart feeling heavy once more—it becomes too much to bear.

He looks over at Y/N, gulping hard before he breaks the silence. “I miss him...” he croaks out, looking up at her through dark eyelashes. “I still see him. Everywhere.”

There it is. Out in the open for all the world to hear. Except, of course, the world doesn’t seem to pay attention when he talks. Except when his skin begins to feel sticky from the sweat, he can hear the vibrations through the wood beneath him, the warmth radiating off his body when her fingertips make contact with his cheekbone, slowly turning him around. His mouth goes dry, eyes trailing from her lips and moving slowly up her face until he’s staring at her eyes once more.

She reaches up with her other hand, thumb gently swiping under his right eye, collecting the tears that have since fallen down his face.

Her voice is soft and reassuring and he’s almost sure it’s the best sound in the world. “I miss him too,” she pauses, letting go of his face. “C’mere...” she trails off, her hand moving from his knee down to the back of his head.

Without hesitating, his arms slipped underneath hers, face resting against her chest, letting the warmth take hold of his entire body. She gently rocks him back and forth while humming a soft lullaby, making him feel safe and secure.

It’s been a while since he’s let his guard down like this and he finds himself snuggling closer to her warmth. Bucky doesn’t care that they’re in public, that people are staring, or that Steve’s face will show up on the television screen nearby—because that all goes out the window when his only thought is to seek her comfort.

He may have lost a part of him with the death of his best friend, but she’s doing an excellent job of keeping that part alive and breathing. It feels natural and comforting to have her touch. Her lips press lightly against the top of his head. And not once does she shy away at his body resting against hers. If anything, she doesn’t let up, just tightening the hold around his shoulder, bringing him into her even more.

But with it being their first time getting this intimate, neither one of them fully knows the effect it’ll have on them. “I miss him too,” she whispers. The way her thumb softly rubs the back of his head in slow circular motions, nails running lightly across his scalp.

Bucky feels an overwhelming need for affection, like an addict chasing that next high. So much so that he presses further into her touch, needing her to soothe his inner demons.

There’s a weird feeling, but it isn’t necessarily an unwelcoming one either, the way their heartbeats are syncing. That’s never happened before. It almost seems like it’s intentional. And for some reason, the thought of their bodies connecting that deeply, as simple as a synchronous rhythm, scares and thrills him at the same time. There’s something there.

She always says the right words that put him at ease. Makes his heart feel less constricted, and the pain starts to dwindle. Her hand glides across the nape of his neck. Bucky tries to relax as much as his body would allow him to, but then his eyes flash to her lips and it hits him... hard.

How in the last month did he not realize how beautiful they look? All full and plump, inviting him, welcoming him, drawing him in. Why didn’t he ever think of kissing her or hell—why he didn’t act on impulse is beyond him.

Slowly, but deliberately, her head tilts slightly, and he finds his head moving forward as well, stopping only a breath away, nose brushing ever so slightly. That’s where everything comes to a screeching halt.

At one point, his hand slides up to her shoulder, gently squeezing as his forehead drops against hers. Her breathing begins to hitch and now that he’s been in her bubble, there’s no doubt their faces will probably burn together. Her eyes slide open. “Are you sure?” Her voice is raspy.

When he finally catches his breath, his thumb and forefinger find the purchase of her chin, gently coaxing her lips towards his. This is probably the dumbest thing he’ll ever do. But somehow he has a gut feeling, he knows it’ll feel different.

She can only exhale sharply before Bucky’s mouth meets hers. At first, he can only kiss her bottom lip. She sighs with contentment. For someone who’s rarely ever done this in his lifetime, his self-confidence grows with each kiss.

Her hands shoot up his chest to snake around his neck, and she’s clutching the fabric there like a vise and he knows his clothing will be wrinkled afterward. Her chest brushes against his. And holy fuck, she’s not wearing a bra, and the way her hardened nipple makes contact with him sends a shockwave down his spine.

She deepens the kiss, her tongue stroking along the crease of his mouth, gently nibbling the supple flesh that’s soft, warm, and perfect.

She tastes better than he imagined. Fruity and crisp from her drink. He traces the curve of her spine, savoring her body, when a moan leaves the back of his throat.

Just barely though. She parts her lips, her teeth grazing his lower lip. Bucky has been trying so damn hard to ignore the aching pain between his legs. A carnal need takes hold of his entire body and when he’s about ready to push her into her seat, he takes his chance to sneak a little deeper. Just a taste. And fuck him, because she gives him everything in return. She’s bold, and strong, and like fire.

Before things can go too far, he pulls away. Partially gasping for air and completely head over heels in love with the woman sitting across from him. Bucky watches with hooded eyes as her swollen lips turn into an ethereal smile that not even the brightest star can shine upon. “We should probably go...” he suggests with a small smile. The first smile she’d seen since Steve’s funeral. She nods.

Once he slips his gloves back on, she turns towards him, her chest pressing against his. “Thank you, by the way. For earlier, it meant a lot that you asked me here,” her voice is a faint whisper.

Bucky tilts her chin upwards to connect their lips once again in a gentle, intimate and private way. Only for him to have. Only for her to share. “You know I wouldn’t do this with anyone,” his hand shoots out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Come on,” he says, grabbing her hand as they make their way out of the bar and onto the sidewalk.

A feeling settles deep inside his chest as a strong gust of wind causes her body to move forward, crashing into his. He can tell by her soft giggles, and the crinkle of her eyes that she’s cold, and he would do everything to protect her. “Sorry,” she mutters as another harsh blast causes her hair to sway dramatically.

Her eyes flicker momentarily before he envelops her frame in his own, his chest pressing firmly against hers, sending her further into the hard surface of his chest, enveloping her entirely. “Oh...” she trails off. She blinks repeatedly, struggling to find the right words before he drops a light, affectionate kiss on her cheek. Her soft hair blows delicately in the night air.

Her fingers thread through his, pulling him gently, never once letting go of his hand. “What?” She frowns as the two stop right in front of Avenger’s Tower. “I’m just really lucky to have someone as kind, considerate, and funny as you in my life. My heart’s been shattered.” A faint blush crosses his cheeks, ears turning a faint shade of pink.

He smirks, watching her tuck the piece of her behind her ear as a sudden heat travels up her neck, warming her features. She reaches out to smooth the stray hairs, tenderly gliding her fingers along the stubble before reaching the small spot on his jaw.

“Can I touch your arm?” His laugh is loud, yet bright and refreshing, like a cold beer on a hot summer day. She lifts her gaze to his face, her smile growing bigger and brighter.

“Are we already at the part where we explore each other?” He muses playfully. She shakes her head in response before leaning into his touch. He wraps an arm around the small of her back, gently leading her over towards the building, up the short set of steps, and into the building.

She is grateful that the elevator ride is silent, even though she can feel the unwavering tension coursing between the two. She briefly looks at the mirrored surface before sneaking a glance at him and this time, she is pleasantly surprised at the sincerity reflected back. She tilts her head, meeting his gaze.

Her stomach suddenly filled with a new sensation, leaving her body to move against his. They sway slowly from side to side before leaning her forehead on the solid wall of muscle that is his chest. She smiles when a burst of laughter fills the small space, followed quickly by his sharp gasp as the doors open and the lights illuminate the floor.

“Who the hell designed this place, anyway?” He exclaims, stepping past the doors.

“I’ll have you know, Tony Stark designed this,” she declares, rolling her eyes in faux annoyance. She stifles the grin, then clears her throat, focusing her eyes elsewhere instead of meeting his challenging stare, lest her whole facade collapse.

His gaze doesn’t linger long, though; instead, his stare shifts down her frame. He sighs. “Well, I guess it could be worse.” Her smirk widens even more at the slight hint of uncertainty beneath his teasing tone. She forces out a snort when all she wants is to giggle.

Bucky shakes his head before taking her hand in his, leading them to his bedroom. There isn’t any sense of awkwardness, not with her. She is, for lack of better words, natural. Simple. Easy-going. Not pretentious like all the other women he used to bed.

Her movements are deliberate, slow, and calculated. He has to remind himself that what he felt back then is nothing compared to how she makes him feel right now, right here, right now. They both sit on the edge of the bed, knees touching.

Their chests are heaving, his mind fogged with desire. Her hand glides through the rough scruff along his face, causing him to lean in the comfort of her embrace, kissing her back. She trails soft kisses up along his jaw and neck, savoring the way her lips fit perfectly along his heated skin, causing shivers to run down his spine.

There are so many ways he wants her to touch him, but the most urgent need is for her to touch him where he’s needed the most. He grinds against her once more, feeling the heat radiate off her body, his breath hot and labored as his hips rock harder, and his mind becomes overwhelmed with her.

It’s strange; the way her eyes still meet his, burning with fiery intensity and he cannot look away, doesn’t want to, as her hands continue to roam free down his neck, and his skin erupts in goosebumps with the trail her fingertips are leaving in their wake.

“I need you, Y/N. I need you to take away the pain. Even if it’s just a few minutes.” He shudders and leans forward, capturing her lips in his, devouring every inch. Their bodies were alive, consumed in the sensations and neither was thinking clearly; their emotions had taken a firm grip on them, leaving them to give in to their desires.

His lips moved down her neck and shoulders, finding a sensitive spot that had her shivering under his attention; a small whimper escaped from her lips. His mouth soon found hers again, the passion between them growing stronger with each kiss, each touch.

The muscles in her abdomen clenched at his words and his touch, which seemed to intensify with every brush of his hand along her skin. “It’s alright, Buck. It’s okay.”

His hands move down her body, unzipping her jeans before pulling them down. He lays her back gently before shedding the rest of their clothes, skin against skin.

“You ready?” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. Her heart jumped and her pulse quickened, beating frantically in her chest, her blood flowing hot with excitement, lust, and need. The only reply she could muster came in the form of a shaky nod.

She wanted it. Wanted it so badly, that the slightest bit of friction against her slick folds made her arch her back slightly and bite her lip in anticipation.

She looked down to see him leaning above her, looking down at her with eyes clouded with desire. His shaft pressed against her entrance, and she moaned again, wanting and craving more. “God, Y/N. Please, please, let me hear you say it,” he growled lowly into her ear as his hands slid under her backside, lifting her slightly.

“Please, Buck, just take me,” she gasped out.

“I love the sound of those words from your pretty little lips,” he smirked. “Tell me again.”

“Bucky...”

He placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them apart before driving himself inside her, relishing in her whimpers of pleasure as he slid deeper. The warmth and tightness of her wrapped around his cock almost took him over the edge. “Fuck, that feels good, baby,” he groaned, slowly thrusting into her.

His movements were agonizingly slow as he began rocking back and forth, each time burying his length deeper within her warmth. The familiarity of their connection, the way their bodies were so close, and the way she responded to his touches sent bolts of electricity throughout his body. He felt her shudder, her eyes closing tightly, and she let out a long gasp of satisfaction.

After several minutes of steady pumping, Bucky shifted so he could lean over the top of her, and he brushed his thumb across her lips. “Open your eyes, Y/N,” he murmured softly in her ear. “I want to see the look on your face when I make love to you.” He heard her breathing become shallow, and she obeyed, her eyelids fluttering open.

“You’re beautiful, doll.”

She arched her back slightly, pushing herself down onto him. “Yes,” she breathed out, her voice quivering. “More,” she pleaded, gripping onto him tightly.

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he rasped.

Bucky rocked his hips faster, sending the bed rocking into the wall with each hard thrust, causing the wood to bang loudly, echoing through the room.

He watched as she writhed underneath him, biting her lower lip as his rhythm increased, sweat dripping off his chin, mixing with the fluids from their passionate sex. Her body trembled violently and her heart was hammering in her ribcage. Her eyes flew shut, and her hands rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“Fuck!” she hissed between gritted teeth.

The muscles in her thighs tightened as the wave of euphoria spread throughout her whole body. He felt her walls contracting around him, and he smiled against her throat. He loved hearing her come undone by his hands... no, his touch... no, his words.

It drove him insane how easily he could get lost in her moans, and her whimpers. He loved her sounds. They sounded so fucking angelic. And oh god, how he loved the way her fingernails would rake down his back and leave angry red marks, bruising his flesh and bone, painting the canvas that is his skin.

For a moment, he forgets about the pain and grief that lingers in his chest. His mind only filled with thoughts of her, wanting and needing him and only him. Nothing else. Nobody else. “Sweet Jesus. Shit...” His breaths turned heavy, and ragged, and his hands gripped at her hips, pulling her body into his as the final tremors coursed through him.

The scent of sweat, sex, and her perfume swirled around the air creating a perfect blend of aphrodisiac aromas that invaded the chambers of his brain, imprinting themselves into his memory forever, along with the image of her lying beneath him, her body trembling as the aftershocks continued.

She could feel the energy surging between them, and she sighed contentedly, opening her eyes and gazing at him lovingly, a serene expression on her face.

They stared at each other silently for a long while before he finally leaned in to capture her lips, kissing her deeply, and when they parted, he moved away from her slightly. Her eyes locked onto his, searching them for something... anything, to grasp onto as the waves of euphoria swept over her, pulling her under, drowning her in its blissful embrace.

There was a subtle twinkle in his blue irises shining brightly, as though they contained specks of gold dust and flecks of light from the morning sky; an ethereal glow, dazzling, beautiful, and powerful enough to send shivers down her spine and make her insides flutter uncontrollably.

Bucky could sense the changes taking place within her, although he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the specific cause of such sudden reactions, nor could he figure out whether it stemmed from pure physical exhaustion or emotional overload.

Whatever the case, his breathing became steadier as her eyes met his once more and the corners of his lips lifted into an adorable grin that was unlike his typical stoic expressions.

Her face relaxed, and the tension left her muscles. Her hand reached up and cupped his cheek, running along the coarse stubble before landing softly against his face. She let out a heavy sigh, feeling somewhat relieved as her vision grew blurry, and tears fell freely from her closed lids.

The emotions threatened to overwhelm her, but she fought to regain some sort of composure, swallowing heavily as a deep pang resonated within her chest and reverberated throughout the room. Bucky rolled off of her, now lying beside her as he pulled her into his arms.

“Shhh,” he murmured soothingly into her ear as he ran his hand over her bare skin, trailing down towards the curve of her hips.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, although she knew it wasn’t entirely true.

“No. You’re not,” he retorted sternly, as if admonishing a small child.

Y/N glanced back up at him, wiping away some of the tears that fell. “Bucky,” her voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

“What do you need, baby?” He whispered, leaning into her ear. “Anything you want, you can tell me. I can make anything happen for you, I promise,” he swore earnestly, his eyes glittering with hope.

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t know what’s wrong. Maybe I’m just tired or overwhelmed or something,” she mumbled.

Bucky sat up slightly, adjusting his weight on the mattress. “Is it about Steve?”

At that moment, she felt a lump in her throat, knowing deep down that she owed it to him, at least to have an honest conversation regarding her feelings and to try her best to express herself without keeping her emotions hidden behind a mask of strength.

She nodded reluctantly, exhaling deeply as she squeezed his bicep. “Everything’s going to be fine, okay?”

A tear trickled down her cheek and landed on her leg, leaving a warm wetness against the cool skin of her thigh. “I’m scared, Buck. What am I supposed to do when everything changes? If I lose you and everyone else, then where will I turn?” She swallowed hard, wiping her eyes dry. “I’m sorry for sounding weak, but it hurts...”

Her bottom lip began to tremble, and she chewed anxiously on it as her body wracked itself with tiny hiccupping sobs. Bucky enveloped her in a hug, squeezing tightly, allowing the comforting silence to fill the void between them.

He understood that this type of intimate relationship didn’t necessarily require constant communication or dialogue; sometimes, simply sitting together quietly like this gave a sense of peace and security to both parties involved. And he needed that comfort right now. He wanted Y/N to realize how much he loved her. How special she was to him.

“I understand, sweetheart. It’s hard losing people.” He kissed her forehead gently. “It’s terrifying, knowing that nothing will ever replace the hole their departure creates. But you never have to worry about me. I’ll always be there for you.”

She sniffles, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“Just as Steve always was. No matter what.”

There are no words exchanged; instead, they remain entwined together. Neither one of them knows which movement to make first. Whether it’s initiating further physical intimacy or moving past the heaviness of the situation.

After a while, they decide that doing nothing is better than being awkward, so they stay in this position, enjoying each other’s company while silently praying that this will last.

Bucky presses a delicate kiss to her temple, murmuring a soft “goodnight” against her hair.

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot.#angst #smut and angst

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kittysdiary · 7 months

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Any tips on ways to naturally enhance your face?

How to naturally enhance your face:

Skincare

Your top priority should be focusing on your skincare so that any makeup application will go flawlessly.

Cleansers, moisturizers, toners, masks + spf are essential

Lip masks to hydrate and nourish your lips

Eye creams to help with depuffing and dark circles

Spot treat any areas of concern (ex: hyperpigmentation, acne + scarring)

Jade or rose quartz facial rollers to help with lymph drainage

Dermaplaning to help get rid of dead skin, hairs and to help shape eyebrows

Use eyelash and eyebrow growing serum

Makeup

Makeup will help enhance certain features of your face that you want to accentuate. For a full guide to understand your face + eye shape check out my post here: 🎀

Play around with eyeshadow styles that compliments your eye shape

Pick a good foundation so your face becomes a clean canvas before makeup application

Contour + highlight to compliment your face shape

Use lipliner to shape your lips

Use concealer and color corrector to brighten your under eyes and to correct hyperpigmentation or redness on the face

Use brow pens to add color and shape to your brows

Curl your lashes

Add false lashes or get lash extensions

Use eyeliner to shape your eyes

Use a touch of highlighter in the inner corner of your eyes to brighten them up

Use two lip colors to enhance your lips

Use a brightening powder to brighten your under eyes

Use bronzer and blush to enhance color on your face

#my post #tips #cute tips from an esthetician 🎀

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darklovecat · 1 year

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Beauty tips?

Taking my vitamins and beauty supplements every day!

I believe that beauty and health go hand in hand so I got a complete blood work-up to figure out what vitamins and minerals my body was lacking, and I make sure I'm taking my them daily. On top of that, I take various supplements such as Collagen, Fish oil etc but I swear by my 10-gram daily collagen regimen. I take its powdered form right before going to bed and have noticed its benefits within a short time - My knees used to sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies when I bent down, but after a few days of collagen, the crepitus is gone. Plus, my hair is growing faster and my skin is looking plumper. It's done wonders for my joints, giving me a healthy glow, and making me look way more refreshed.

Having perfect posture at all times!

I think this is a very simple but overlooked beauty tip that truly elevates your appearance. It's like the secret weapon of beauty, it can transform not just the way you look, but also the way you feel. When you stand tall and hold yourself with grace and poise, you radiate confidence and elegance. Good posture also has numerous health benefits. It can help prevent back pain, improve your breathing, and even boost your mood and energy levels. Ever since I've started incorporating Pilates and Ballet into my routine to build strength and flexibility, my posture has improved greatly. The way you carry yourself says a lot about who you are and by standing tall and confident, you'll not only look beautiful but also feel empowered and ready to conquer the world.

Getting 6 hours of quality sleep every night!

You know what's a major beauty tip that most people sleep on? Sleep!! Forget about slapping on expensive creams and doing a gazillion steps in your skincare routine. You gotta start with the basics, hun. Get your sleep game on point, eat right, and manage your stress. Now, I know we all have different needs when it comes to sleep, so I won't give you a specific number. But trust me, beauty sleep is not a myth, it's legit! I turn on Night Mode on my devices at 6:30, pop my sleeping pills at 9:30, and hit the hay an hour later. Oh, and I'm not afraid to take a nap during the day if I need to. Don't underestimate the power of a good night's sleep. It's the secret to looking and feeling amazing.

Growing out my eyelashes!

I take pride in my long and voluminous lashes, they're one of my best features and one of my most complimented features. However, my natural lashes were not always this way, they became longer through regular lash serum usage. I do not really need wear mascara and after a lash lift, my lashes appear as if I'm wearing extensions. While Latisse has worked wonders for me, it's important to note that the product does come with potential side effects such as orbital fat loss and irritation. Thankfully, I did not experience any adverse effects. Another caveat is that the product only works as long as it is used consistently. Despite these considerations, I wholeheartedly recommend Latisse. To see the results for yourself, check out the Real Woman Gallery.

Cat.

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pearled-languid · 2 years

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easy and natural tips on being prettier for feminine-presenting people!!

try to tan/aloe use vera after tanning

Nails- long & natural or keep them professionally done- both are cute if you do it right.

Lip scrubs and lip oils and use chapstick!!!

Take care of your skin, lotion everywhere always especially feet/hands at night

Cold showers are rejuvenating for your skin and hair!!

Scalp massages help to initiate faster hair growth (look it up for better instructions)

Trim hair every 6-8 weeks

a little bit of water in dry mascara makes it creamier

the magic of mascara is usually in the wand and not the formula, you can reuse better wands in less expensive mascaras instead of buying more!!

Beard dye on eyebrows to make them darker can help to add more definition and structure to your face

Spf moisturizer everyday!!! find skincare products that work for you, it is worth it even long-term!

Drink so much water (like actually)

Take good care of teeth, make sure they are visibly clean and your breath smells good

A quality deodorant, body lotion and a little perfume are always important

Jewelry and accessories always help you look more put together.

Face/hair masks 1x a week

Posture, you can do exercises to improve it and be aware of it always. It helps to slim your body visually and appear more confident wherever you are.

Castor oil (and if you can afford it eyelash serum) eyelashes/brows

Ice cubes for the face 3-4 times a week

Using a form of jade roller moisturizes more effectively

personal opinion belly rings specifically/other piercings look amazing on EVERYONE and are huge confidence boosters!!

Biotin oil for scars and stretch marks 2x a day at least to help them fade, takes time but works after a month or so!!!

If anyone would want me to make another about weight loss I lost 30lbs in 3 months and can help you guys out in healthy and effective ways. trying to boost confidence!!!

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astrowaffles · 6 months

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34 headcanons for 34 years

gojo is so fucking old you guys

Megumi taught Gojo swear words, not the other way round. Gojo had a very posh sheltered childhood while Megumi practically grew up on the streets, after all

Gojo & Shoko had a 'if we're still single at 30, let's hunt each other for sport' pact, which lead to him having a panic attack when Shoko gifted him a knife for his 30th birthday. She gave him it on purpose

Nanami once tried to teach Gojo to cook, only to give up 2 minutes in as Gojo tried to explode the oven with his mind (he nearly managed it)

Gojo HAS to match pyjamas with someone over Christmas. It's like a need. It's usually Megumi, but in the past he's roped in Shoko, Geto, Haibara, Utahime, Inumaki, Panda, and even Yaga. This year it's gonna be all the first & second years in a HUGE pyjama party

Shoko once got him in a headlock and nearly killed him. Since then, Gojo has never trusted infinity properly

Gojo likes to act like Itadori is his biological son who he birthed. It's gone so far that Itadori is actually questioning if it's actually true

Nobara spends so much of Gojo's money that he opened a separate bank account for her so she has pocket money

The other kids do get pocket money, but it's like 50p a week

In his free time, Gojo hangs out with Shoko. Yeah, in her lab. He likes to sit on the dissecting table and swing his legs like a little kid

Every year, Shoko makes Gojo a paper crown to wear on his birthday and then rips it up at the end of the day. she uses the shreds to help pack next year's present

Gojo's favourite story is peter pan. He was once given tickets to see it on stage and he literally burst out crying and didn't stop for a week

Gojo refuses to celebrate his birthday until his birth hour, 7am. However, he insists on a separate marking of the occasion for 7am in every time zone. Nearly every hour on his birthday requires a party popper and lots of screaming

If it snows on his birthday he will lie in the snow for hours on end, and then complain that he's cold like it isn't literally his fault

Gets his nails done every valentine's day, and has since roped in literally everyone to this tradition so there's like a week where everyone has pink nails

Insists his eyelashes are naturally long and beautiful. Applies lash serum as often as physically possible without his eyelashes falling out

professional ice skater. professional everything, actually, but sometimes he pretends he isn't so someone else can have some time to shine

likes to listen to controversial (read: conservative and probably misogynistic) news channels. and then blow them up

wears high heels on completely random days

The first years once tried to prank him with a trip wire. Gojo, being the drama queen he is, just floated over it, but didn't insist they take the wire away. They found out why when they all tripped over it the next day, having forgotten it was there T-T

bought beanbags for Megumi's room, not because he particularly favours Megumi, but because the other first years like to hang out in there, so it's basically treated like a common room (he does favour Megumi tho)

Organised a brilliant Christmas play featuring him as Santa, the students as reindeer and Shoko as the special effects for the chimney

Insists on singing hymns every day in December, despite being as atheist as they come. he just likes the tunes

Likes to ruffle students' hair. This has given him five black eyes, nine stubbed toes and one broken pinky, but he still won't stop

Favourite number is 7, and favourite time of day is 12:03

"Favourite colour? I love all the colours! ... Did no-one tell you I'm a bit rainbow myself..?"

Has twelve instagram accounts that all list his job as "stay at home mom"

Terrified of dogs; Megumi found this out aged about 11, and has made very good (evil) use of it since

Clear phone case with an origami heart someone-or-other made him a long time ago; debating switching it to a polaroid Shoko took of them both losing at a bowling alley

Likes to think he keeps up with the times and is super young, when in reality he types with his index fingers, zooms in on everything, and has his brightness at 80% minimum

Claims he will never need glasses because of the Six Eyes. Holds books very close to his face because "all books nowadays are printed so blurrily"

Has heart shaped sunglasses for special occasions

Rizzes up cashiers in order to get a discount (he's a billionaire)

OBSESSED with making powerpoints about useless stuff. "assigning my friends as stationary :3" etc etc

Allergic to tinsel, or so he claims. Literally has tinselitis

#IT WAS SO HARD TO KEEP THIS TO JUST 34 #if anyone feels like having 34 more...just lmk....#astro speaks wonders #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru

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