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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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Congratulations for 2k followers 🎊

You deserve everyone of them! Cause you are amazing! And for the special 2k event I am here with a request (don't do it if this request doesn't gives you any inspiration)

It is from option 2 : normal request (scenario)

Gojo satoru x reader, steamy. Gojo and reader's body exchange because of some curse and they have to be like this for one day, told by Shoko. So it's basically a day with too much tease (from Gojo) and with some suggestive moments.

A/N: Thank you so much!

Warnings; Suggestive context; very slight smut scene; some language; Gojo being Gojo; 18+

Please enjoy~🍰

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“So, you’re saying we’re stuck like this until it wears off?“ you hear your voice. Wait...that wasn’t right why were you hearing your own voice? You try opening your eyes only to be met with a blindfold--oh god no...

“Satoru!” you yell sitting up and ripping off the blindfold looking to the right you see yourself talking with Shoko

“You’re finally awake Y/N~“ looking at yourself and then down at what was supposed to be your hand you found your boyfriend’s instead “So we may be in a situation” he giggles

"It seems the curse you were fighting had some sort of swapping technique. In basic terms, you're stuck in each other's bodies until it wears off, which can be anywhere from 2 days to 2 weeks..." Shoko explained

"So, you're telling me I'm stuck in his lanky body for god-knows-how-long?"

"Hey! You love my lanky body, the last time I checked" he sassed as he felt up your body "And I'm lovin this~"

"Hey! Stop feeling up my body!!" you scold him

"I've belt up your body more than you have. So this is basically normal" he perked up "Besides, you can feel up mine all you want. " he winked

This was going to be a long experience....

the last thing you would ever think to find difficult would be walking. But you were wrong, with Gojo being so tall, it was a weird feeling to walk with such long legs. On top of that, you didn't ask how he did, so everyone looked at you very strange. Which lets you explain to them what happened, which then led to a lot of laughter, especially from Gojo.

He also started teasing you when you would stand in one place. Brushing up against you, touching certain areas, wearing certain clothes. You were not expecting to feel aroused but then again, you were in his body.

Luckily the principal gave you both time off until this whole thing wore off. Things were much more strange, like using the bathroom....we don't talk about that incident. Although, you did get revenge on him by leaving the toilet seat up like he had always done to you. So when he fell into the toilet and got angry you just laughed just like he did.

He couldn't figure out how to put on a bra himself. However, he liked to be braless a lot. He would either walk around holding them or just play with them out in the open. He then had the audacity to ask you

"Hey, how do you masturbate?" you spit out your drink from the question....which leads to you both making out. In all honesty, the sensation was so much different from what you were used to. As for Gojo, he had said "If I knew it felt this good I'd do this every day" while he was grinding himself on you.

Of course, this leads to you both having "sex". It was more like teaching each other how to do it. There were quite a few things you both had learned. Being in his body you found out why he always ate you out. He learned why you loved it so much. Also being on top was never as easy as he thought it was. His leg cramped up and you had to be on top to finish off.

Apparently, you were going too hard, but it just felt too good. Eventually, he wanted you to go faster and harder. By the end of the night, you were both in days of just how much the other was feeling whenever you were intimate. Gojo then turn to you

“Let’s do this again tomorrow?“ he asked like an eager little kid

“We’ll see“

You ended up doing it again...and again

this went on for about a week.... every day...many new positions and new things were tried

One you expected to see your own body sleeping against you. Instead, you woke up in your own body facing Gojo's chest. You sat up straight and shook him awake

“gojo...babe..wake up, the curse wore off“ you gently shook him instead his hands come up to his chest and attempt to squeeze. But only met his flat chest, he wakes up and looks down with a frown

“Awwhh already?“

“were my boobs the only thing you were concerned about?“ you roll your eyes

“Well they were really nice to hold and fondle and stuff.“

"hmp" you mumble

"But," he started "It wasn't just that..being you made me realize that you really are a work of art. You always tell me about your insecurities and how you would change so much about yourself but, I don't want you to change" he sits up and looks your way "Call me superficial but, you're just gorgeous, and being you for those couple of days made me realize I really hit the jackpot."

"Gojo...." you out and crawl over into his lap to cuddle with him "Thank you"

Honestly, maybe it was a good thing you both got switched. Sure a majority of it was sexual but at the same time, it was a really weird experience. Gojo had even opened up about how he felt over your insecurities and took them into account.

"You know...maybe we should get switched more often" you joked

"Mhm, you just liked being taller than me~" he teased

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I hope this was okay!

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andypridee · 4 years

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A River’s Current | Challenge #1

here it is. i bring to you Andromeda Pride. well, andy preferably. I’m so sorry this is up sooo late but writing this was kind of a whirlwind. Please ignore any mistakes, i was writing this like a thousand miles per hour. Thank you sooo much to @arin-schreave and @itssara-oc for the rps i hope i wasn’t such a mess. so i leave you with andy. i hope you reading her as much as i enjoyed creating her.

bon appetit!

Silence flooded the room entirely. The day that just happened had been a whirlwind of things that made me completely uncomfortable. "Oh my God," I thought "This is going to continue for who knows how long" This was clearly the best time to understand the magnitude of my actions. Normally, I didn't think much before acting, but the consequences were not so huge. "Okay Andy, you're already here and there is no escape. Breathe. "

The huge room that had touched me was like a dream. A huge soft bed, a wardrobe that was a work of art in itself, a movie ceiling. "I guess this is it. The selection." A contest to win the prince's hand. Not even that. A contest to win what remains of the prince's heart, if it remains, to be able to one day be the queen of this country, although, in reality, it would only be an accessory for the king and his baby factory because obviously you have to follow the lineage And that's what women are for.

It was incredible that I could be and live, even for a short time, in a room as full of luxuries as that. Yes, my childhood had been privileged, I was aware of that, but this was just another level. He had seen, known and connected to so many places that not even in his deepest dreams could they have dreamed of something like this. And there were people who had so much power and money that this kind of room was simply a "guest room." It was increasingly difficult for me to think that solutions for millions of people were in the hands of a few who should actually provide solutions for those people.

How I wish Sierra had been there.

Anger and helplessness began to grow within me. The air didn't flow to my lungs and I had suddenly started hyperventilating. I went out on my balcony and saw around me. Everything looked so serene from afar. So uniform and so peaceful. I wanted to dive into it, keep walking until I got away from that huge and pretentious place. The edge of the balcony felt like a wall of bars to me. I was not made to live observing. And I didn't even know what I was doing here. I had no princess spirit, much less a queen. I needed to get out, talk, be able to experiment and especially help. Not standing still, looking pretty, saying the things that everyone wants to hear but being hopeful enough for those people who have almost nothing. Everything methodical, everything calculated. All coldly experienced, knowing that even if you want to do something and help, that would not make everyone happy, especially the most important ones. Living not in a home, but in an institution.

I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed. I saw a valley covered by the moon. Miles and miles spread before me, ready to be explored, ready for the unexpected. The cold air brushed my cheeks and I smiled. Then came the sea, with its smell of salt and freedom. The sun caressed my skin and comforted me. In the distance, seagulls were observed in mid-flight. This was what made me get up every morning. The possibility of a new, just, and caring world. A world wherein every place that the sea touched you could feel airs of hope and happiness.

I slowly opened my eyes and took another deep breath. I guess I couldn't do anything about my current situation anymore but I could take advantage of it.

I went to sleep with that image of the sea in my mind and I didn't wake up again until the morning rays touched my skin.

When I opened my eyes the day had already started without me. My maids, Audrey, Kate and Elaine, were fixing my room for a new day. Although I did not really understand why since everything looked extremely resplendent. The bathroom apparently was ready to tell from the condensation on the mirror and my outfit for the day hung neatly from the closet.

I closed my eyes once more wanting to be in my room in Zuni, or even in Waverly's bedrooms. Or anywhere outside of there. I opened my eyes again with the slightest hope that my wishes would come true. Obviously, they didn't, so I sighed and walked into the bathroom, ready to have at least 15 minutes of relaxation and privacy. That was, of course, until my maids started helping me.

"Um, ladies? I don't really know what to call them. Girls? Um well, I can do this alone if you don't mind. ”I tried to speak kindly to them.

"But, miss, we must help you in everything," Audrey replied in a concerned tone.

"I'm sure it doesn't refer to everything," I said, pointing to my body in the process.

"It is our duty, Miss Andromeda," Audrey replied politely.

I sighed “Okay, you can continue to do whatever other crazy duty you are dictated here but please just call me Andy. It is the only thing I ask of you. ” I said almost pleading.

"Okay, Lady Andy," Audrey answered again, who, apparently, was the one in charge of the three.

"Andy, Audrey. Andy. " I looked at her and tried to smile slightly.

"Okay La- Andy," she replied uncomfortably, but she had fulfilled what she had asked and that was an advance for me in the little that I had taken that morning, so I left it like that and I decided to violate what I considered privacy as too many levels.

OK. I was not a girl in dresses. And that was clearly inconvenient now. Looking at me in the mirror, I looked like a cupcake. Literally. It smelled of vanilla and everything. The dress itself was beautiful, white with gold accents and such a neat chest. Truly a work of art. But I was not wearing dresses. I felt uncomfortable and constricted, I could hardly breathe, and my arms could not rise more than 10 cm.

And now she was supposed to have breakfast in front of the queen and the royal family like that. Fantastic.

"Miss, you must go to your lesson," Elaine warned me before leaving.

"Lesson? Are we not supposed to have breakfast? ” I asked, starting to feel like my stomach was roaring under the tight corset of my cupcake dress.

"Before having breakfast in front of the royal family you must take an etiquette lesson." answered.

"They think we don't know how to eat? It can't be that different. Finally, it is the same process, you eat and drink. There is not much science. ”

"It is a requirement for all the selected ones," Elaine replied, trying not to get too agitated.

"So now I am that. One "selected". " I said, this time to myself. "Okay, I'll be down soon," I replied, a little more disappointed.

Going down that huge staircase I could see the other girls. All dressed in extremely precious dresses. Splendid walk. Perfect complexion. Hair like silk. And I, holding on tightly to the stair railing, afraid of losing my balance and hitting the living room on the floor. What a contrast.

I entered a large room, where tables were set up with their respective chairs. Several selected ones were already arranged in their places, so I looked for mine in that sea of linen tablecloths and flowers with artificial smells.

Lady Andromeda

Thanks, mom and dad. They seriously couldn't choose another name.

I took a seat and turned the side of the card with my name face down. Then I smoothed down my dress and waited for something to happen, though I wasn't really sure what that would look like.

Finally, Princess Safiya entered the room and addressed us. She exuded airs of elegance and neatness. Almost like her brother but she seemed under control and ready to take charge of any situation.

"Good morning. I'm sure you're all ... eager to start seeing as you're meeting my brother shortly, so I'll try to keep this brief. ”

Eager? Really? Rather terrified of having to meet the prince. Oh, my God. Prince. Know him. Friend, if you want you can have me there all morning because we could say that the prince was not my favourite person in the royal family.

“Today I will begin to instruct you on conduct and protocol, a process that will continue for the duration of your stay. Please know that I will be reporting any missteps on your part to the royal family. ”

This was the most outrageous thing anyone could have said to me. Conduct and protocol? Who I am? A doll? What were the behaviour and protocol? To silence your mouth only and that everything is calm and courteous. Crap.

"I know it sounds harsh, but this isn't a game to be taken lightly. Someone in this room will be the next princess of Illéa. It is no small task. You must endeavour to elevate yourselves, no matter your previous station. You will become ladies from the ground up. And this very morning, you will receive your first lesson. ”

That was exasperating me, that situation they have to change their way of being because we do not consider it highly appropriate. She understood that they were the royal family but they were also ordinary humans. She didn't understand the need to be stiff and perfect all the time, much less at breakfast. It was quite a facade, because, let's be honest, who dresses like that to go to breakfast?

Suddenly, a very elegant brunette woman entered the room. It was Felicity Graham, the prince's ex-fiancée. She saw herself as a powerful woman, even on her own and without any ties to royalty or politics. She was the first person to impress me in the background since I got there.

He approached Princess Safiya and muttered something to her, and so they had an exchange of murmurs and increased the discomfort in the room by 87%.

Neither of us knew what was happening and I personally felt out of place and worse yet, too hungry to have a good attitude. We were there in front of them and they didn't even bother to make excuses.

I was about to get up and go get my well-deserved breakfast without any consideration of what might happen because I honestly didn't care. The faster I got out of there, the better. Safiya said something softly to Felicity but I didn't really bother to understand. Were they really taking away even more time?

“Table manners are very important, and before you can eat in front of the royal family, you must be aware of certain etiquette. The faster we get through this little lesson, the sooner you get to have your breakfasts, so faces forward, please. ”

Against my own will, I followed the instructions and continued the etiquette lesson, ridiculous as that sounds, albeit with some difficulty thanks to my dress. In the end, it was what was going to get me out of here and give me my breakfast without having to disrespect the princess in her face. Despite everything, I had always admired Princess Safiya for her tenacity and intelligence and she was frank, a quality that I will always respect people.

When mentioning the very retrograde etiquette instructions, there were one to two times that I almost laughed out loud. Not speak unless they spoke to us first? Really? She did not know that modernity and feminine emancipation had not reached the court of Illea. Even more so when our president was a woman like the queen.

"If you follow this one, I’ll be disappointed," Safiya added.

Well, one less person to disappoint, and at least the princess agrees with me on that ridiculous rule.

After something akin to a courtesy practice, although it seemed more like a classy torture session, and Princess Safiya completely reproved me with her eyes, we were free. My stomach at this moment was a huge furious mass and when my eyes looked at that oasis called buffet I swear that the angels sang. I'm not fully aware but I think I approached the buffet unusual and not very elegantly, filling my plate with delicacies.

I found my seat and got ready to ... eat. Actually, at first, it seemed like I was stuffed but I hadn't eaten anything since I woke up and that was going to be like two hours! But after the first three or four bites, I tried to keep my composure. Not because they had pointed it out to me but because I wanted to show them that we were perfectly fit people to eat without making a mess.

As soon as the guard who was going to escort me to that small room where the girls came and went came, my back stiffened. Usually, it was good under pressure and I wasn't nervous but this time we were talking about the prince, the actual price. I think the usual was not suitable for those occasions.

I got up from my chair with all the grace that can emanate and accompanied the guard to that little room. The first thing I glimpsed upon entering was the cameras. They were everywhere, pointing at different angles to a chair in the middle of everything. And there was Prince Arin waiting for me, standing a little too straight, a little too stiff, very rehearsed. I approached dubiously, looking back a moment but looking back at the prince, who gave me a small bow.

"Good morning, Lady ..." Her eyes searched for my little tag with my name on it. I guess learning 35 names overnight was difficult. "Andromeda." I almost winced when he said my name. Today had been a perfect day to call me Andromeda. "Please have a seat," he said as he gestured toward the sofa.

I did not know what to answer. My mind had gone blank. She only knew that she was in front of the prince, the heir of Illea. It was as if my conscious part had come out of my body and I was making a fool of myself. I bowed very badly and approached him. Safiya would certainly be disappointed in me, I thought.

"Hello! ... um... Good morning, Your Highness" I answered and took a seat on the sofa. "What the hell are you doing Andy? How old are you? Twelve? Act like a fully capable young lady and stop being silly. ” I said to myself as I tried to get comfortable on the sofa. Glancing back at Arin, I tried to smile slightly, concealing my disagreement.

He had settled next to me, turning his body so he could see me properly. There was something about his actions like they were too methodical and too rehearsed. He didn't seem like a natural person.

"How is your morning going?" he asked in a calm but neat tone of voice. How many times had she done this? He was probably not even paying attention anymore, just following a script and waiting for the morning to pass without any complications.

I, on the other hand, was a disaster. And the most irritating thing was that that wasn't me. I looked him in the eye and I got myself back together. "It's just someone else, there's no reason to be intimidated."

“Well let's say waking up inside a golden palace is a whole other way to start my morning, so pretty good so far. I must say, that breakfast of yours is going to spoil my appetite ”I said, while shaking my head, amused. I wasn't going to tell lies, that breakfast had been the best part of my morning.

He simply nodded and continued.

That’s good to hear. So you slept well then? ”

Again that studied tone. Breathe Although she wanted to explode, I continued the conversation, trying to cheer her up a bit. If he didn't want to have a good time, it was his problem.

"Like a dream, but you must know. I was a bit shocked at first when I got to my bedroom but then I calmed down. ” yes .. that little crisis.

"I'm glad to hear you were able to calm down." He looked for a moment at the cameras. Was that necessary? It was silly to ask, considering my experience with the bathroom that morning. "Which province are you from?"

I instinctively turned my gaze to the cameras for a second, uncomfortable with the situation. A mouse in a laboratory would have felt more comfortable than me. For a moment I felt my dress tighter, my hair straighter, my shoes smaller. I turned my gaze to Arin and replied. He continued to ask me questions and I answered them for a while. The weird thing was that he didn't comment on it like he wasn't even listening to me. I was trying to keep my composure but I was already exhausted. I wanted, first of all, to put on a good pair of pants and a shirt. Sleep all day and in the morning embark anywhere. Probably a remote island, accompanied only by Clifford and a coconut called René.

As the conversation progressed, I became more interested in it. A feeling of relief flooded my body and when I realized I was actually enjoying the conversation.

"It sounds like you enjoy it," he comments as he nods slightly.

"I do ... I think it’s a powerful way to tell the world’s history." I replied, a little excited.

"Do you plan on returning to journalism?"

"I have not abandoned journalism, it's just that I work for an NGO so that keeps me busy"

"What do you do there?"

"Well, I'm practically a wildcard. I've taught English and Maths to kids in Vietnam, I've helped to bring food to war-displaced communities, I've aided to build houses for a community made up of women, victims of family abuse, there's everything where you can help. "

Talking about my job was something I loved, but I didn't want to sound pretentious or anything like that, so I was glad when she continued to genuinely be interested in the conversation, or so it seemed.

He nodded, impressed and continued. That certainly sounds like a lot. I'm sure your family must be proud. ”

It was annoying that his only reaction to everything was to nod but he was so wrapped up in the conversation that I barely noticed. At the mention of my family, I gave a little laugh, funny.

Well, I don’t know. I'm sure my family thinks they contribute a lot to society as well. For my parents especially, it's just a complicated way to help when you can just donate a bunch of money and leave. ”

"Oh well, I'd be proud if I were them. It’s important to contribute to the ways you can. ”

"It is. It absolutely is. I believe that making change happen is the labour of everyone. Grain by grain great things can be built. ”

She nodded, again, and glanced at her watch, then turned to look at me.

"Thank you for speaking with me this morning, Lady Andromeda. It’s been a pleasure. ” She got up from the sofa, saying goodbye. "Please enjoy the rest of your stay."

"I'm sure that my stay he meant two hours while he finished with the rest of the girls," I thought.

But I tried to hide my true thoughts, so I got up and smiled confidently. Whatever happened, I think it would be fine.

“It has been surprisingly a pleasure. And please, call me Andy. My parents have been a little extra since ancient times. ” I joked, trying to make the stiff prince smile for the last time.

And fulfilling my goal, Arin smiled at me and nodded again. "This man and his head," I thought. But I did not care, I got him to show some emotion and that already progressed for me.

"Have a good rest of your morning, Andy."

“My parents thought so too but believe me, growing up as Andromeda was pretty tired. "I shrugged." Well, I don't believe so, for now, you are my only friend” me briefly, joking, as I usually did, about my name “the food here is the most heavenly thing ”

She was an extremely sweet and funny girl. I think it was a relief to be able to talk to someone without being afraid of being judged in the background, something very rare to find in the social circles that my parents made me frequent.

She giggled and answered “I can imagine. It's a beautiful name but it's pretty long and I'm assuming people have mispronounced it before? ” Her eyes lit up at the mention of our possible friendship ”That sounds like a deal. I'm your friend and you are mine. Don't take backs. ” And continuing with our conversation he added “It is pretty good. Where are you from? ”

“So many times! plus it is pretty weird so you can imagine ”I shrugged. "Sounds like a deal!" I told her and reached out my hand to close the deal, she took it, laughing, and we shook hands with each other but “From Zuni, originally. What about you? ”

"I kind of get your pain. Not many people know how to pronounce my last name. I'm from Whites! ”

"Well, I sure hope I'm pronouncing it correctly." I giggled a bit, something slightly unusual for me. "Oh! that's a great contrast ”I commented when listening to her native province.

"Don't worry, you're actually doing pretty good." She beamed and continued “It is! So what did you do before… ”she pointed around us, referring to La Selección“ all of this. ”

I smiled nostalgic, thinking about the life I had left behind. That life that had been built by me and only by me, and which was now thousands of miles from my reach.

“Well, I study journalism in Waverly and I work for an NGO, helping in poor communities. what about you? ”

“I have been volunteering in the orphanage here and there. I want to keep volunteering but the career I have makes it hard. ” she pouted a bit, making me smile. Sara was the sweetest person I’ve ever known. Usually, my friends and I expressed love with jokes and sarcasm, so hanging out with Sara was actually pretty recomforting. "I am a manager in my dad's business."

We talk about our jobs and our family. The more time passed, the more relaxed I felt, forgetting everything that had happened in the morning and feeling much more myself. Sara was a very sweet, interesting and impressive person. Being a manager in her father's store and volunteering. It is completely true that appearances are deceiving. At first glance, Sara seemed a very elegant but somewhat reserved person. Turned out to be funny and energetic. With airs of princess everywhere and kindness of heart, I was glad that there were girls with possibilities of winning, like Sara and genuinely began to root for her. We ended up talking about my family, especially my sister, Sierra. My sister was one of the people I missed the most and it had only been a day. We usually parted for months but we were a phone call away. This was completely different and he needed her more than ever.

"I'm lucky to have her. I believe that without her I wouldn't be here right now, ”I smiled wistfully, trying to control my tears instead. “Alright, so topic change because I don’t want to have mascara all over my face and make a fool of myself the first day, mmm what do you like to do outside work?”

Sara smiles and said “You really are the sweetest aren't you…” she gave me a sympathetic look and answered my question. Alright. We can definitely do that another day! ” * joked, making me smile and improve my spirits. "I? Well, I enjoy to read and write. Bullet journaling. Geocaching! I would love to travel more often. I love to learn more about different places. How about you? ”

"Count me in! crying out loud is one of my favourite things ever ”I commented sarcastically. “I have tried to do bullet journaling, trust me, it did not go well. But geocaching? what’s that? ” I've never heard of anything like that but I was truly curious "I LOVE-" had started screaming but then I remembered that morning's sermon and decided it was too early to start breaking the rules. "I love travelling!! it's my favourite thing to do in the whole world, I love to discover how diverse we can be in just one planet. I love photography as well, I have an album with all my trips, to see how a picture can tell a million words and a million emotions. ”

"I mean watching some sad movies can get you to cry out loud" Sara joked, continuing my joke. "Oh, I love it! Oh, geocaching is a bit of a weird hobby of mine. It's basically using GPS to find hidden treasures people have left behind. It's interesting for me. ” added with some regret. “I love travelling as well !! Are we possible soulmates? Long lost sisters? ” I smile with her eyes lit up. "Wow really? I would love to see it. Your album I mean. "

"Only if it's titanic" I joked. "But it sounds interesting like catching Pokémons or something like that, you have to invite me some time" I smiled, interested in my friend's hobby.

"I know! it's crazy!” I laughed and continued "where have you been?” And finally answered her request. “Well I could show it to you sometime, I secretly sneaked it in because my mother almost banned me from bringing it, ”I whispered.

"Obviously only titanic." she chuckled, joking. "It is! I have found several interesting things when I go geocaching. ” she grinned as I mentioned my interest in geocaching “Someday for sure!” she said, smiling widely. "It is! I hope to do that often. Travel I mean. I have been here and there but I barely had time to really immerse myself to each province. The farthest I've gone is New Asia. ” she leaned in when I started whispering “Oh really? I would love to see it. I'm glad you sneaked it in. ”

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The sun had begun to set over the city of Angeles and a beautiful yellow light sheltered the city. The day that just passed had been, honestly, an emotional roller coaster. I had survived my first day of the Selection and I still hadn't made a complete fool of myself. I didn't know if I was going to be there in 24 hours or if this was only going to be a one-day vacation but at that point, it didn't matter anymore. Despite all my opinions regarding the Selection and what was happening, I was beginning to realize that not everything was completely bad and that in reality if I could not change the course of the river, I could at least travel with the current. I was afraid that maybe I would lose myself in the process for, apparently, it was something I couldn't control. The only thing I could do was make sure that day after day when I looked in the mirror, I kept seeing the same girl who wanted to contribute to the change. No matter what happened.

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portalford · 6 years

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You Can Roll Up Your Sleeves (But You Don't Need To)

AO3

“Some of the YouTube tutorials say you should wear gloves when you finger paint because the chemicals in some paints aren’t good for you, but that takes all the fun out of it!” Mabel punctuates her words with a wave of her hand, flinging paint on the floor. “You gotta connect with your art.”

“In my admittedly limited experience, everything on YouTube should be taken as tenuous suggestion rather than fact. Besides–” Ford wiggles his paint-covered fingers at her.

Mabel grins. “You’ve got a perfect excuse!”

“I wouldn’t call it perfect – back in college, when I had labs, we all had to wear safety gloves, and obviously they didn’t just happen to have any with an extra finger lying around, so I made do.”

“Booooo.” Mabel swirls the paint on her paper. She had originally been making polka dots, but the red and yellow blobs got kind of big and mixed to orange, so she's making a sunset now instead. “Your college had no sense of style.”

“I won’t disagree with that, but now I have several pairs of gloves that fit perfectly.” He nudges her with his elbow.

Mabel smiles and looks up to thank him for the compliment to her knitting, but the words get caught on a laugh. “Grunkle Ford, you’ve got paint on your forehead.”

Ford tries to wipe it off with his sleeve, which also has paint on it. All he does is smear it a little. He gives up pretty quickly. “I can’t say it makes much difference at this point.”

“You got that right.” Mabel can't see her own face, but she's got that crackly, half-dried paint feeling creeping up her fingers and behind her hairband.

Ford takes a step back from the table and eyes his paper with an intensity he normally reserves for his books and science stuff. Mabel waits eagerly for his verdict. “I think this one’s done,” he says at last.

“Let me see!” Mabel pokes her head over the mess of paint tubes and unused brushes to see what her uncle has been working on. She gasps. “Grunkle Ford, it’s beautiful!”

It looks like the sea, in an abstract sort of way, green and blue and purple swirled to look like water.

Ford rubs absently at his neck, getting purple paint on the collar of his sweater. Mabel kind of likes the color contrast, her mind already considering and discarding pattern ideas for her next knitting project. “You think?”

“Yeah, it’s great!” She pushes her own paper in his direction. “I made a sunset."

He leans down to get a better look at her craftsmanship, and Mabel can't help herself. She leans over and presses her paint-covered hand against his cheek. “Boop.”

Ford wrinkles his nose at her. Mabel’s giggling turns to a yelp as he retaliates, leaving a handprint of his own on her sweater. “Boop.”

Mabel looks at Ford. Ford looks at her. They both burst out laughing.

“I think,” Ford says, “we’re done here.”

“I think so too.” Mabel pulls at her sweater to get a better look at the surprisingly clear imprint of six fingers on her sweater. “Grunkle Ford, I look like one of your journals.” She lights up. “Journal sweater!”

“Hey!”

Mabel spins around and is immediately blinded by a camera flash. When she blinks the starbursts away, she sees Stan grinning at her, camera in hand.

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel stops herself from giving him a tackle hug just in time – he probably doesn't want paint on his clothes. She's gonna have to clean up; being covered in paint is really cramping her style, even if she looks like art herself. “Is that for the scrapbook?”

“You bet, kiddo."

“Hello, Stanley.” Ford looks at his paint-covered fingers, shrugs, and wipes them off on his sweater. “Did you and Dipper have fun?”

“I mean, it was just shopping, but we– oh.” Dipper stops short at Stan’s side. “I’m not even gonna ask.”

“We were gonna make marbled paper but we decided to just finger paint instead,” Mabel says cheerfully.

“We are never gonna get this paint off the table,” Stan grumbles.

Mabel shakes a red and orange finger at him. “Grunkle Stan, it’s washable. It says so on the bottle!”

“Those things always lie.”

“Regardless of whether or not the paint washes off the table, I think we should at least try to wash it off ourselves.”

“You’re right, Grunkle Ford. But first!” Mabel grabs Ford by his elbow – he won't care; he's already a mess anyway – and tugs him toward the bathroom. “Let’s see if we look like our paper.”

“Don’t track paint through my house!”

“It’s my house, Stanley!”

“We won’t!” Mabel hollers, still hanging on to Ford’s sleeve.

One look in the mirror has both of them cracking up.

“We look better than our paper!”

“We’re certainly… colorful.”

Mabel hiccups on her laughter. Besides the handprint on her stomach and the disarray of her sweater in general, she has streaks in her hair where she tried to tuck it back behind her ears with paint-y fingers and splotches all over her face.

Ford still has the smear on his forehead and a slightly drippy handprint on his cheek, plus paint spattered halfway up his arms and all over his sweater. He might as well have left the sleeves rolled down.

“I think this is a shower-level mess,” Mabel announces.

“I think so, too.” Ford ruffles her hair, adding blue and purple to the pink and green already there. “You go first; I’ll wash my hands and start cleaning up the kitchen.”

“Are you sure? I can help.”

“Believe me,” Ford says, already scrubbing at his forearms, “there will be plenty of cleanup left for you.” He scowls at the paint, which doesn't seem to be coming off very well. “Why are none of these so-called ‘washable’ paints ever actually washable?”

“False advertising, probably. We could totally make a better one.”

There’s a moment of silence while they consider this.

“Stanley won’t want us to destroy the kitchen twice in one day,” Ford says at last.

“Yeah, probably not.” Another pause. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

Mabel throws herself at Ford, hugging him around the waist. “It’s a date! We’re gonna make the best darn washable paint this world has ever seen!”

“I bet we could make the best darn washable paint in three or four worlds, at least,” Ford says.

“You’re right; we gotta dream bigger. I’m gonna go grab my stuff and I’ll hurry!”

“Don’t bother,” Ford calls as she runs to the attic for clean clothes. “We’re going to be cleaning this up all night.”

Mabel glances into the kitchen on her way up the stairs. Ford's probably right.

Still worth it.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #mabel pines #stanford pines #my writing #i've never written mabel before and it shows #so obviously the perfect time to try and learn is while i'm juggling the first week of a new semester of college

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