#sprinkle lip balm

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bonne Bell Ice Creamies in Pink Cocoa, Sugar Sprinkles, Cookie Dough and Fresh Strawberry Lipsmackers Lip Balm

early 2000s

Found on Ebay, user musicalmorningglory

[dekariosclan]

A Tav who, from the first moment they meet Gale, knows they could never be his equal. A Tav who is painfully aware that they are lacking in intelligence, but not wise enough to know how to improve it. A Tav who isn’t handsome, beautiful, or attractive. A Tav who doesn’t love their own body, the sound of their own voice, or the face that looks back at them from the mirror. A Tav who is kind and gentle with others, but not with themselves.

A Tav who cannot understand why Gale fell in love with them, much less why he was so eager to wed them. A Tav who now constantly asks themselves: How did they get so lucky as to be loved by this man?

They watch Gale with affection as he pours over tomes in their home in Waterdeep, night after night, breezing through ancient writings that they themselves know they would never be able to comprehend or follow. They love to listen to him talk, and nod with genuine interest as he tells them everything he’s discovered; not completely understanding, but only asking questions on the rare occasions when they truly cannot grasp what he’s trying to convey. They wonder if their stretches of silence secretly annoy Gale, or if their occasional questions do, but he never seems to be anything other than elated as they listen to him. How did they get so lucky as to be loved by this man?

At his request, they often join him at Blackstaff Academy for lunch. They watch as his colleagues engage him in scholarly discussions that they cannot participate in. They see the glances he gets from his more attractive colleagues, interest that goes beyond professional courtesy; yet he still breaks away as quickly as he can to whisk Tav off to the solitude of his office, sit down next to them, kiss them, ask them about their day. How did they get so lucky as to be loved by this man?

They greet him warmly when he arrives back home every evening. On the nights that Gale cooks, they love to watch him prepare meals, his hands as graceful and deft as when he’s casting spells. On the nights that they cook, they always feel a slight pang of anxiety, wondering if the simple meal they’ve prepared is good enough, but Gale showers them with compliments and cleans his plate every time. The stories Gale shares from the Academy over dinner are as interesting as they are amusing, making Tav laugh almost as much as the bad puns he sprinkles into the conversation like seasoning. They try their best to match his wit when they tell him about the events from their day, but they always feel that the stories they share are much less amusing or interesting than his, even though Gale listens with rapt attention to every word. How did they get so lucky as to be loved by this man?

One evening, as the sun dips slowly into the sea from their view on the balcony, Gale suddenly stops speaking. Tav looks up in surprise, as he’d been regaling them with discoveries from an ancient text he’d finished reading.

“Is everything alright, love?” They ask, their heart suddenly pounding as they see Gale staring at them intensely. He responds with a soft apology, and says that it just occurred to him that he has a question he needs to ask them. Most urgently.

The pounding of their heart now fades to a hollow echo, as they’re sure they know what he will ask: Why would a man of his talent and understanding continue to stay with someone as mediocre, unimpressive, and plain as they are?

…but instead, he takes both their hands in his, holding them gently but firmly, and gazes lovingly into their eyes. “I spend my days caught up in academic discussions, decisions and debates. I do enjoy it of course, for the most part, but…to come home to you, to be able to talk without being judged or spoken over, to have your calm attention, the balm of your quiet intellect and understanding…you are an oasis for my soul.” He smiles and lifts their hands to his lips, kissing them reverently. “I’ve read so many books, learned from the brightest scholars, and yet, I still cannot understand…how did I get so lucky as to be loved by you?”

[justnatoka]

Strawberry lip balm

Marko x Fem! Reader

A/n: Inspired by this headcanon by @slowlyoats. I found this prompt not long after reading their work and I started screaming! It was too perfect, I just had to write something for it!

Word count: 1.2k

Prompt: “Is that a new lip balm?”

Your lips are looking particularly soft this evening🤭

Marko was many things, but boring was definitely not one of them. Ever since you started you relationship many-many years ago, there has been not one dull moment you spent with him. The two of you always found something to spice things up, the little game you were currently playing being one of them. It was quite simple. Either one of you would pretend to be single and ready to mingle, eyeing up a potential victim who seems interested. It usually didn’t take much time to warm them up, both you and Marko being attractive as hell, and knowing how to use it to your advantage too. Just as it looked like you were taking the party elsewhere, the other one of you would swoop in, all gentle touches, suggestive hand placements and kisses on necks and cheeks.

You love seeing the surprise on their faces, how they quickly go from flirty and hopeful to confused and embarrassed. It gives you a rush. You also very much enjoy the lingering glances they still give you, wishing that they could be the ones feeling you up instead of your partner. You wondered before if you might be slightly voyeuristic in a sense, both you and Marko relishing the attention you get from people around you when you go heavy on the PDA. Sometimes, if your potential victim is not put off by it, you invite the poor soul for some fun time, only to devour them together.

It was your turn to be the bait. You made sure to look extra nice, dressing just a little bit suggestive and even sprinkling some perfume on yourself from the cheap, but nice smelling little bottle you snatched from one of your previous victims. You kissed Marko goodbye, then watched him disappear into the crown with the boys. But you knew he didn’t go far, you could feel his presence nearby through the unspoken connection your pack had, his gaze pleasantly prickling your skin as he watched your every move.

He liked to keep an eye on you when you played bait. He knew very well how some guys can get when they see an attractive woman, and even though he was well aware that you could take care of yourself – you didn’t hesitate to bite someone if they went too far –, he still liked to feel like he was guarding you. You sometimes jokingly called him your guard dog, and he never tried to deny it.

So here you were, making your way towards the stage, where you stopped just at the edge of the crowd, casually leaning on the railing to survey the people jumping around below. The band was pretty good, and you were bobbing your head, swaying your hips gently. You looked enticing, and you knew it. As you got more into it, you started rocking from side to side, running your hands through your hair. You were putting on a show, for your boyfriend’s watching eyes, but also for the people around you.

As you turned slightly to your left, you noticed a brunette guy. He was standing not too far from you, also at the edge of the crowd. His eyes kept continuously coming back to you, his gaze running over your curves, taking in your swaying moves. He was a tourist for sure. You’ve learned to easily pick them out of the crowd. It was a safer option then going after locals.

You sent him a seductive smile, and his stance instantly shifted. He looked a bit timid, but he smiled back. You had him right where you wanted him. Just as it looked like he will come to you, two arms sneaked around your waist from behind.

You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Marko. After decades spent together, you were very familiar with his touch. A pleasant chill run down your spine as you felt his breathe on your neck.

“Did you get impatient, handsome?” you turned around in his loose embrace to look him in the eye, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I did. I mean, how could I keep my hands to myself when you’re looking like that?” You felt like he could eat you up right there as his gaze looked you up and down. Knowing him, you probably weren’t far from the truth.

You sent a sideway glance towards your prospective victim to make sure he was still there. He was. A satisfied smirk spread on your lips, and you sent him a cheeky wink. He was clearly less sure of himself than before, but was still willing to stay and see where this was going. It seemed like you had an easy dinner for the night.

When you turned back to your boyfriend, you noticed a change in his expression. He was staring at you through hooded eyes, his pupils all blown out, basically drowning out the color around them, making them enticingly darker. It was a look you knew well, your body reacting instantly, and as cliché as it sounds, the outside world seemed to slow around you.

Marko couldn’t help but stare at how plush your lips looked this evening, so perfectly kissable. He wasn’t sure what was different about them, but he wanted nothing more than to capture them between his, steal your breath away and devour you. He almost groaned when you playfully bit into your lower lip before your mouth started moving. It took his brain a second to register that you were talking to him.

“He’s still watching us.”

To be honest, he completely forgot about your little game by now, too focused on how delicious you looked tonight. A mischievous smirk brightened his face, transforming his features to practically devious.

“Let’s give him a show,” he breathed, before pulling you into him.

You sank into each other with ease, your lips moving in perfect sync together, tasting one another with fervor, hands tangling into hair and roaming over bodies with dangerous suggestivity. Marko was satisfied to discover that your lips did indeed feel just as soft as they looked, with an added sweetness that made you even more enticing.

“Is that a new lip balm?” he broke away panting.

“Yes, it’s strawberry,” you sighed, your lips already in search of his again.

“I love strawberry,” he groaned and pulled you back in for another kiss.

He gently nipped at your lower lip, and you granted him access, his tongue entering your mouth without hesitation. It was sloppy and hungry and hot and addicting. When his hands travelled south from your hips and took two handfuls of your ass, causing you to moan loud enough for heads to start turning, you finally decided to break away.

It was at that time, while trying to get your composure back together that you remembered why you were there in the first place. Head whipping around, the guy from before was nowhere to be seen. You got so tangled up with each other, your little game forgotten, that you didn’t even notice when he took off.

You looked at Marko with a huff.

“You scared him off.”

The shit-eating grin on his face was all the answer you needed.

“Good. Tonight I want to keep you all to myself.”

Tags: @stinkydove @pandemoniavenus @000-colby @lunarwhitewolf7 @notalwaysa @binightowl

[stardust-swan]

Aphrodite Rose Lip Oil 💋

Ingredients:

2tsp petroleum jelly

3 drops rose oil

1 drop collagen serum

2 drops argan oil (can replace with olive, jojoba or almond oil)

1/2 tsp coconut oil

1/4 tsp honey

Vitamin E capsule

2 drops vanilla essence for flavour (optional)

1/2tsp beeswax for added firmness (optional, use if you want a balm rather than an oil)

A sprinkle of body or edible glitter (optional)

Mix all ingredients together, slitting the vitamin E capsule open and squeezing the contents into the mix.

As you stir, say: "Lady Aphrodite, whose beauty glows, please make my lips as soft as the rose."

Put in an empty lip balm container (the one I used is from a travel sized set of empty cosmetics containers). It will be goopy at first, so put in the fridge until the coconut oil and petroleum jelly solidifies. If still goopy add more petroleum or 1/2tsp of beeswax. Apply morning and night for extra soft and rosy lips.

Coconut oil: moisturising, anti-inflammatory

Petroleum jelly: locks in moisture

Rose oil: heavily associated with Aphrodite, pleasant smell, soothing, adds a pink tint

Vanilla extract: adds flavour and scent

Argan oil: rich in vitamin E, fatty acids, moisturising

Collagen: improves elasticity and texture, moisturising

Honey: helps retain moisture, anti-inflammatory, adds sweetness, associated with Aphrodite

Vitamin E: antioxidant, healing, moisturising

Body glitter: sparkle ✨

[velvette-creations]

Bittersweet Thereafter

Wicked: Elphaba Thropp x Glinda Upland (Gelphie my beloved)

Rating: Teen

WC: 1k 

Prompt: “For whatever it's worth, I still hope that you're good” -Savage by Watsky for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)

Warnings: A brief mention of spicy times, angst, lyrics from the musical sprinkled throughout, MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MUSICAL, WLW

Summary: Glinda and Elphaba reflect upon their memories of the past

The flames were hot against Glinda’s skin as she watched the effigy burn, the one she had set fire to. Tears stung her eyes, and it took all her strength to suppress them. She swallowed the hard lump forming in her throat as she watched the fire consume the crude symbol of her once dear friend. No, she was more than that, wasn’t she? I loved her.

Goodness knows the Wicked die alone.

Glittery tears streamed down Glinda’s cheeks as she heaved for air. I failed you, Elphie. It was a failure that would forever weigh heavy on her heart, a blackness that would eat away inside of her. Part of her was ready to throw herself into the fire, to welcome death and be able to see Elphaba’s face again. She held her hand to the fire, letting it crackle and heat her skin as memories from her past flooded back. A crinkled moment lost in time.

A time when she was still Galinda Upland.

~~

Elphaba has the most beautiful smile. It lightst up her whole face, her dark eyes shining and crinkling as happiness took her over—her green fingertip skim across Galinda’s cheek, then over her roommate’s petal pink lips. The excitement of arriving in the Emerald City floods their veins and spills into their exteriors.

“Kiss me, Elphie,” Galinda crooned in her lilting voice.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Elphaba smiles before pressing her lips to Galinda’s.

The kiss was sweet at first, like sugar-dusted gumdrops that sent euphoria swimming through your body. Galinda’s saccharine giggles spill against Elphaba’s warm lips, vibrating down the green girl’s throat as she swallows the bubbly girl down. It grew into something more passionate, heated with a sharp tang, reminding Elphaba of the wine they shared at the Ozdust ballroom. Their tongues tangled together as Elphaba moves on top of Galinda, the seat creaking beneath them.

“I want more,” Galinda moans, and Elphaba has to choke back a laugh. Of course, she did. Galinda was never easily satisfied.

“You must be quiet then and discrete,” Elphaba warns because those two attributes that did not come easily to the blonde woman.

“I will do my best!” Galinda promises, gripping Elphie’s upper arm.

~~

Elphaba ran her thumb over the crinkles petals of the pink rose. She kept it pressed safely between the pages of her Grimmerie in remembrance of the dance that brought her and Glinda together as friends. She used to keep it under the brim of her hat; the one Glinda had convinced her was chic. The humiliation still stings when she recalls the dance and Glinda’s gentle touch as she wiped away the salty tears that spilled from Elphaba’s eyes, a soothing balm that seemed to heal the hurt inside her.

The rose has faded over time, no longer vibrant and plush but crinkled and greying around the edges. A reflection of their friendship. Oh, but it was more than that, was it not? 

Galinda’s mouth had been as sweet and soft as that rose petal.

~~

Galinda’s moans spill into Elphaba’s mouth as her fingers curve inside the blonde.

“Yes, Elphie, yes!” she squeals, her voice muffled as Elphie hit just the right spot inside her.

Her warmth tightens around Elphaba’s fingers, and wetness spills across the witch’s green fingers and soaked her. Galinda’s face flushes red and hot—an appealing color on her. Elphaba’s dark eyes flits over to the man across from them, blissfully asleep and unaware, and the air held a certain thrill from getting away with such a lewd act in public.

Galinda tucks her petite frame against Elphaba’s side, curling against her as her heart wrestled with feelings she had long denied herself. The obsession with Fiyero and the constant flirting all tools used to bury the truth. The words brimmed on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t say them. Not yet.

Don’t wish, don’t start. Wishing only wounds the heart.

~~

The wickedest witch there ever was. The enemy of all of us here in Oz is dead!

“Oh, Elphie,” Glinda sobbed, her mourning drowned out by the cheering of the crowd.

The smoke irritated her nose, and she was thankful to use this as an excuse for her tears. None of them would understand. She was to blame. She created this persona, betraying her best friend, the woman she loved. And for what? For pretend power. To be the one admired and adulated when Elphie was the one with the actual gift, with true magic.

“Please forgive me,” she whimpered, knowing she doesn’t deserve it.

~~

Elphie is warm, and Galinda loves how their bodies fit together. She doesn’t ever want to return to Shiz or Frottica or marry Fiyero. She wants to stay in the Emerald City forever with Elphie.

“I don’t ever want to leave,” Galinda whispers, with wide eyes as she grips Elphie’s hand as they take in the sprawling Emerald City.

“Me either,” Elphaba laughs, squeezing Galinda’s hand as they begin their exploration.

~~

Elphaba tore the petals one by one, letting the wind carry them away. The past was behind her; it was no use going back or imagining what might have been because it didn’t matter. She heard Fiyero rustle behind her as the wind picked up the woods. He was kind enough; he was good enough. He was that boy, but he could never be that girl. She watched the faded rose petals become swallowed up by the graying sky as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

Because I knew you…I have been changed for good.

“Hold out, my sweet, for whatever it’s worth, I still hope that you’re good,” Elphaba whispers as the dark sky swallowed up the last faded memory.

“Come, we need to move on,” Fiyero whispered, offering her his burlap hand.

It was rough against her skin, and she pretended it was Glinda’s warm palm instead. But it’s better this way. No matter how hard she tries to deny it, she will always carry G(a)linda in her heart.

~~

Is it true you were her friend?

We were more than friends.

Well, if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost.

A cost Glinda would gladly pay over and over again. When she returned to the palace, she squeezed Elphie’s hat, the only remaining piece of her (or so she has been led to believe), against her chest and openly wept. The painful realization that she was all alone now made her feel sick, and she collapsed to the floor, squeezing Elphie’s hat tightly.

I hope you’re happy, my friend.

[natashaslesbian]

Guinea Pig | SJ

Summary: You test out some new products with your mom

Request: Scarlett testing out new The Outset products with her daughter and making a fun day our of it

Word Count: 1k

Warnings/Content: None :))

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“And up we go!” Scarlett exclaimed as she lifted you up onto the bathroom counter, you giggled as she tightly gripped your armpits. “So what do you wanna try first baby?” Your mom asked, holding up all the new samples of products she had collected. “Silly mommy I need to wash my face first!” You said, rolling your eyes like it was the most obvious thing ever. “Ah how could I forget! Do you need help?” Scarlett asked as she passed you the outsets cleanser. “No I can do it” you smiled as you twisted around to face the mirror.

Scarlett’s skincare journey had few goals, one of the most important was that it was gentle. She wanted to make sure that the outset was available to everyone and everybody, it was even gentle enough for your delicate skin. You loved helping your mom test out all her products, the two of you often had pamper nights while Colin was still at work. You adored being her Guinea pig and all the time you got to spend with your mommy.

Scarlett also washed her makeup away while you cleansed your face lightly, she would keep ‘accidentally’ splashing you with the water. “Mama!” You giggled as another small wave came in your direction “what sweetie mommy’s just washing her face!” Scarlett exclaimed pulling her goofiest face. “Now the clay mask?” You asked with your best puppy eyes. “You can have a little on your nose and cheeks okay” your mom said as she reached for the blue face mask.

You decided you wanted some hot chocolate while you let your clay make sit on your skin. You felt so proud as you helped Scarlett to top off your drinks with some whipped cream and sprinkles. “Cheers baby!” The blonde said as she lightly tapped her mug against yours. “Be careful it’s still hot” she warned. You managed to finish half of your coca before your mom lead you back into the bathroom, lifting you up onto the counter once again.

Once your mom had removed your clay mask and her own it was finally time to try out some of her new products. “Ok then, mommy’s gonna try out the lip gloss and you can tell me if you think it’s good alright?” Scarlett asked as she reached for the outsets lip oasis. “Why can’t I try it too?” You innocently questioned. “Well sweetie it’s a plumping lip gloss and you don’t need to plump your lips do you? Mamas lips are old so it’s safer for me. Would you like to put on the barrier balm instead?” Scarlett said, not wanting you to feel left out. “Ok!” You cheered as your mom passed you the barrier balm container.

“How do they look baby?” Scarlett asked you as she pouted her lips, making silly duck noises. “Pretty mama, you’re so pretty!” You giggled reaching up to tap your mom’s lips. “Aw thank you y/n” Scarlett said as she removed your hand from her mouth, opting to kiss you on the cheek instead and wiping away the residue she left behind. “How do your lips feel? Is the balm nice?” She asked. “It’s so soft mommy, like slime!” You beamed. “Well that’s good but we don’t play with skincare like we do with slime do we?” Your mom said, reminding you what was safe for a kid to play with. “No mommy because it’s not a toy” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Good girl” Scarlett said as she gave you a high five.

“Okay we have one more thing to try and then how about we watch some movies until daddy gets home?” Your mom said as she reached for a plain unlabelled bottle, you nodded enthusiastically at the idea of a movie night. “What is it mama?” You asked. “It’s a body lotion, so it helps keep your skin all silky smooth” Scarlett laughed as she tickled your ribs. Your laughter filled the air and it was your mom’s favourite sound. “Your skin is already smooth mommy!” You exclaimed, making sure she knew how much you adored the softness of her skin. “Aww well thank you sweetheart, would you like to try some lotion with me?” Scarlett asked. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Ok it might be a little cold” your mom cooed as you extended your arms for her. You squealed when the lotion touched your skin, it was colder than you were expecting, despite the warning. “It feels like butter!” You squealed as you used your hands to rub the lotion into your skin. “Do you think so?” Scarlett asked, massaging the product into her on arms. “Yep!” You smiled with a definitive nod to seal your approval. “Well I will be sure to let Katie know” your mom said, you grinned wide at the mention of Kate, she was your third favourite person in the world. “Can I tell her?” You asked with your best puppy eyes “it’s been ages since I’ve been to work with you!” You pleaded. “Hmmmm, well then how about you come to the office with me tomorrow?” The blonde said, lifting you up off the counter top.

“Yeah!” You beamed as your feet were placed back on solid ground. “Ok but if you really want to then you have to promise me that you’ll go to bed on time tonight, and no sneaking back downstairs for snacks” Scarlett said, giving you a knowing look but tickling your stomach at the same time. “No fair!” You giggled “uh uh, you do as mommy says or you can’t come with me tomorrow” your mom said, holding out her pinky. “Ok I promise” you sighed, interlocking your finger with hers. “Good girl, now what movie are we watching first?” Scarlett asked as she carried you through to the living room. “Frozen!” You yelled out “again” your mom laughed, it would be the third time this week you had watched it, although Scarlett didn’t really mind. As long as she was with you, she’d be happy to do anything.

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A/N: I want Scarlett to be my mom :(

- Astara Bell

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[ronearoundblindly]

Ro! I’ve been on a mint chocolate chip ice cream kick lately, and it makes me wish I could share a pint with a babe (that’s also probably very much the pre period hormones, but anywayyy) which ice cream flavor do you think you would associate with each of the babes? Their favorite flavor and/or personality trait-wise.

Mint chip is my favorite, too! \o/ I don't get to eat ice cream much, but this was interesting to think about. I will try not to project onto the babes, though, only their pure likes maybe...

Oh snap! I can use the banner again!!! (All characters I've ever written for below.)

James Mace - Neapolitan

When this guy indulges (very rarely), he can't decide on just one flavor, so the easiest thing to do is get multiples. If he can go to a shop where you order by the scoop, he'll ask whoever is behind the counter what the popular or new or their faves are and try three of those. Mace, I believe, can pack away some ice cream.

Curtis Everett - Birthday Cake or Cotton Candy

The sickliest sweet things are a delight to Curtis. He's never gotten over how bland and boring and miserable the food of his childhood was. He goes nuts for sugar overload, but in intensity of taste, not in volume.

Jimmy Dobyne - Peach

Fruity, refreshing, creamy, and just screaming to add a dirty joke onto the end of it, Jimmy will use any excuse to sneak a double-entendre into polite conversation with a pretty lady. "Your peaches taste the sweetest..." Yeah, dessert is more about flirting than it is about eating. Ice cream is nice in the heat, however, so it's a great date option.

Johnny Storm - Cookies & Cream

With extra cookie crumbles and caramel sauce on top, he'll demand. Sprinkles, too, if you have it. Maybe some gummy worms or cereal. At least, like, five cherries. Oh! Also preferred that it be hard frozen when he starts eating so that it's not soup halfway through his rapid eating of it. The sensation of eating ice cream gets lost when he can barely tell it's cold.

Jake Jensen - Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip

This flavor has everything (and yeah, ok, I am projecting a bit on this one, whatever). Jake likes a whole lot of flavors and textures; he's actually not picky at all. He does enjoy ~the hunt~ for this rarer find in all his travels because raspberry is a popular flavor--it's often a sorbet though--but it's not the most popular of the berry options. He also will try all of the crazy niche flavors at hole-in-the-wall places. Conversely, it is easier to work while not holding a bowl or cone, so Jake loves a good milkshake or malt. Those he can sucked down like air.

Lloyd Hansen - Mint Chocolate Chip

My theory is this man is obsessed with fresh: fresh food, fresh sheets, fresh intel, fresh meat. Bet you his lip balm is always, only mint, too. Very classic. Very pristine. Fresh. Sweetness with a purpose.

Ari Levinson - Butter Pecan

Fine, I'm projecting again, idec, but you can't tell me Ari isn't this kind of old soul who loves not-overly-sugary treats! You cannot change my mind. That guy loves the crunch of candied pecans in there, he freaking lives for that rounded slightly-savory sweet cream flavor, and he loves that it's widely available but never sold out anywhere. Easy!

Ransom Drysdale - Coffee

And it's weirdly been that way since he was too young of a kid to drink coffee? Turns out, this was the flavor his father got but told Ransom he wasn't old enough for, he wouldn't like it. Of course, Ran immediately ordered two scoops of it in a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, and while he may not have been totally keen on it in that exact moment, coffee-flavor grew on him. He loves it as much as he loves all of the other behaviors that say "f*** you" to his parents.

Steve Rogers - Rocky Road

Created during the Great Depression, this ice cream was shared between Steve and his Ma quite a few nights when he was too sickly to go out but needed a pick-me-up. Bucky enjoyed it with him, too, but it's not his favorite. Steve tends to really enjoy eating only when there's nostalgia attached to the food.

Bucky Barnes - Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter

Rich, velvety, and made slightly different by each company. Sometimes Bucky wants ribbons of fudge and the tiny pb cups mixed in; sometimes he wants full-blown chocolate ice cream with peanut butter swirled in. Can't go wrong. Only good, heavy, decadent happiness vibes.

I am...stunned at how confident I feel in these choices HA!

Thank you for asking!

[madschiavelique]

➯ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧 : 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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— 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

—————𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : a 4 shot miguel x reader where tension grows in each parts, he teases you, you tease him and it ends up in a glorious smut content warnings : blood, bullet, biting (literal), no use of Y/N, smut on the 3rd and 4th part (if there are others please do tell so that i can add them !)

----- chapters : ★ 1 — love bite ★ 2 — late night training ★ 3 — unexpected mission (nsfw) ★ 4 — shameless (nsfw)

𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : in which you start your new life as a Biology student, and have to live with the fact that your hot neighbour is also your hot teacher. content warnings : collegeteacher!miguel o’hara x student!reader, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, pnv sex, fingering, spanking, sir kink, size kink, no use of Y/N, fem!reader.

masterlist

—————𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Restraint (Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader) NSFW

summary : you convinced Miguel to wear a muzzle to fuck you, and let's just say it drives him insane. content warning : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex, unprotected safe (be safe kids), miguel becoming a tiny bit angry because he can't kiss you nor bite you, possessive miguel, no use of Y/N word count : 1,1k

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) — 𝑼𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

summary : you got a new lip balm set, with a bunch of different flavours, and miguel wants to try them all by kissing you content warning : none, absolute fluff

—————𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

—————𝐒𝐅𝐖

✿ when you get one of these pheromone perfumes

✿ when miguel gets jealous because a random spiderperson flirts with you

✿ miguel nearly dies on a mission and now wants you by his side at all times

✿ headcanons (platonically and romantically) with an asexual reader

✿ headcanon : why vanilla ice cream with occasional sprinkles is miguel's favourite flavour

✿ miguel takes care on you on your periods

✿ reassuring miguel about his scars

✿ headcanon : miguel's type

✿ miguel reassuring a self conscious reader about their body

✿ miguel takes care of you when you're sick

✿ you tease miguel by using his last name

✿ headcanon : how miguel sleeps

—————𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

✿ when you say miguel is too big and he won't fit, but he does

✿ you ride miguel's face until it fixes his neck

✿ when you wear a sundress and miguel can't contain himself

✿ when you ask miguel to teach you how to suck his dick

✿ when miguel discovers he likes being the little spoon

✿ miguel humps you when he's stressed

✿ miguel discovers you want lots of kids, so he breeds you

✿ riding miguel for the first time

✿ headcanon : miguel's favourite sex positions

✿ pegging miguel for the first time

✿ riding miguel to overstimulation... so he fingers you and gives you oral instead

✿ miguel discovers you're a stripper

✿ reader's first time with softdom!miguel

✿ reader rambling about how down bad they are for miguel, and him hearing it

✿ miguel said he didn't want kids after gabriella... but sectrely tries to breed you

—𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

—————𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

—————𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

✿ miguel made you cry because he was mean as you were eiffel towered by him and Peter B (nsfw)

✿ after tying you down and fucking you senseless, Miguel and Peter take care of you

✿ miguel and peter overstimulating you

✿ miguel and peter railing you from possessiveness

—————𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄

✿ yandere headcanons : yandere!miguel o'hara x reader x yandere!peter b parker

—————𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐒

✿ how spider people feel orgasms (nsfw)

✿ how miguel's voice sounded before all the trauma

✿ thoughts on sub!reader with miguel and peter (nsfw)

✿ anon take on yandere miguel overstimulating you (nsfw)

✿ reader taking selfies after giving miguel head (nsfw)

✿ miguel fucking you and whispering 'iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou' (nsfw)

✿ why i picked nena as main pet-name from miguel

✿ anon developping on yandere!miguel and yandere!peter b parker (dead dove)

✿ anxious reader playing with miguel o'hara's hand (nsfw bonus at the end)

✿ miguel celebrating the holidays

✿ would miguel neglect his partner because of the multiverse work

✿ realistic scenario of miguel loving someone

✿ greek soldier miguel au idea

✿ anon and i expanding on the greek soldier miguel au idea

✿ cursed vampire miguel o'hara au idea

✿ miguel anxiety blanket

✿ miguel's favourite songs

✿ "i'll kill you if you don't shut up" girlfriend with "that's so hot, i love u" miguel

✿ miguel's insecurities

please, before sending me a request, make sure you read the request rules

thank you <;33

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt.4

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.

contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, fluffmania, implied age gap, suggestive, forced proximity

author's note: Hi lovies, :( this part is coming to you very late >.< ! The semester is ending soon and I'm an academic weapon so I've been writing papers and studying, here's the fourth chapter for y'all :) ! I suggest you read this chapter while listening to "Strangers In The Night" by Frank Sinatra on repeat it sets the perfect tone for this chapter, enjoy...

word count: 1.6k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

You both looked down at your phones in disbelief. Your thoughts raced like a thousand wild stallions, galloping through your mind at breakneck speed What do we do? Will he have to stay over? How will he react when I tell him I have one bed? He couldn't fit on the couch to save his life. You thought to yourself trying to figure out what could be done.

"So a whole day here?" Miguel asked as the shock slowly dissipated from his face.

"Yeah, well I better lock up and turn the heaters on," you said as you got up the locked the doors.

"So uh, I live upstairs," you said awkwardly.

"Okay, I live several blocks down," He joked eliciting a chuckle from you as laughter danced lightly upon Miguel's chest.

"You know what I mean, I'm inviting you into my apartment," you said pointing at the stairs as a flush crept onto your cheeks.

"I'm just pulling your leg chula," he chuckled. You both walked up the stairs to your apartment. A melange of peppermint, gingerbread, and vanilla, like Santa's North Pole workshop in an aromatic form.

The fireplace crackled merrily, festive blankets were strewn across the couch, and a tray of gingerbread cookies patiently awaited their turn in the oven. Your apartment was the epitome of Holiday cheer and warmth. The exact opposite of Miguel's place. Which was currently dark cold and empty. Not a trace of color other than the black and dark blue that his interior designer had insisted on. But was the point of a home that didn't feel like anyone was living in it? Your house was all color. Your house had memories scattered over the wall just like in the shop. Your house had lights all around, messy blankets and pillows, dishes in the sink, and baked goods sprinkled all over the dining table.

"So sorry it's a little messy," you murmured timidly.

"That's fine, it's nice," he mumbled.

You both looked at each other awkwardly before turning away. "So, I only have one bed, and there's no way you're fitting on the couch so, I could take the couch," you thought aloud.

"Well I'm not going to make you sleep on your couch," he said.

"I'm fine with sharing the bed, as long as you don't make it weird," you said.

"Well you just made it weird by thinking that I was gonna make it weird," he quipped.

"Well, well, ditto," you rebutted.

"Ditto? Double ditto," he chuckled.

"Double double ditto times a million trillion gazillion," you giggled.

You both burst into a fit of laughter. You both agreed to take turns in the shower. You lent him your brother's old clothes that he had left the last time he visited. That was how Miguel ended up sitting on your couch with a generic pair of black and red plaid pj pants. With the ugliest ugly sweater on. You plopped down next to him, straight out of the shower.

Your hair smelled like fresh candy canes. He could smell it every time it would whip around when you cracked your neck. Your skin smelled faintly like sweet gingerbread and vallina. You had an interesting selection of Christmas-themed self-care. What's the use of 'sugar cookie' lip balm? I kind of want to taste it..., ew Miguel, he thought to himself.

"So since you have to spend all night and a whole day with me, you have to understand why I love Christmas so much. We're going to watch only the best holiday movie series ever, 'A Christmas Prince,'" you said excitedly as you got up and got some holiday treats and put them on the coffee table.

"This better not be some sappy romance," he groaned.

"Oh hunny, it's all the sap, all drama, and all stupidity and miscommunication. But that's what makes them so good," you explained.

Although Miguel was sure he would hate the movie, he was more invested in it than you were. Every time you would try to talk he would shush you, "I need to see what happens next," he would whisper as he strangled you squish mellow from anticipation.

You started messing with him by talking during the movie which got him so frustrated he threw a pillow at your face playfully. But you had taken this as a declaration of battle and started a pillow fight. It was full-on warfare and giggles all around. You could tell Miguel was holding back all of his strength because he could probably actually hurt you.

You pounced on Miguel, knocking him backward onto the couch. Pillows flew in the air around you as you both tumbled, your laughter turning into shared, breathless excitement.

You found yourself on top of him, faces inches apart, heartbeats racing. Your warm breaths hit each other's face, and you both lay there, staring into each other's eyes.

Miguel's playful smile slowly softened into something deeper, something more intimate. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the world outside the room ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, lost in that brief moment of connection.

Your breath caught as the intensity of the moment enveloped you. You felt a magnetic pull towards Miguel, an unspoken attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, and as your eyes locked, they shared a moment of understanding, a silent promise of what could be.

But just as quickly as it had come, the moment was broken by the sound of the timer on the oven going off, signifying to the two of you that the gingerbread was ready. The laughter returned, but now it held an extra layer of tension, a newfound awareness of the connection you had just shared.

You both get up, brush yourselves off, and head to the kitchen to take the baked goods out. "Why bake more when you have a million variants of baked goods everywhere?" Miguel inquired as he helped you put the slabs of gingerbread into your fridge to cool.

"I have to test and create the entire seasonal menu before I serve it," you explain.

"That sounds tiring..." he starts.

"No! It's actually really fun! Here try this red velvet cake," she said excitedly. Miguel was waiting for another opportunity to have your baking without having to outright ask you for some, and you knew that.

He took a bite and to no one's surprise, he loved it. But he wouldn't tell you that and tried not to let it show either. The rest of the night went on without a hitch until you were both exhausted. You took a look at the clock, [2:23 am]. Your eyelids felt heavier, and you could see Miguel start to blink for a little too long while trying to watch the third Christmas Prince movie. You used all the energy left in your body to get up. "C'mon big guy, we should get to bed," you said tapping his shoulder. All you got from him was a small smirk and picked up a pillow and whipped it at his face.

"You nasty!" you started before stopping and stomping into your room. Miguel followed you into your room chuckling lowly.

The moon cast a soft glow through the bedroom window, painting the room in muted silver hues as you and Miguel settled into bed. There was an unspoken tension between you two, a tangible distance that lingered in the cool air. The bed, once a refuge for dreams, now seemed an expanse to navigate cautiously. As the night unfolded, lost in the realm of dreams, you began to shiver subtly. Miguel noticed your discomfort, remembering you telling him that you were always cold.

With hesitancy, he inched closer, the space between you shrinking with each careful movement. The distance that had felt overwhelming moments ago now seemed trivial, as if the gravitational pull of shared warmth was irresistible. Miguel's arms encircled your body, a gentle cradle against the night's chill. His body heat became a lifeline, a silent promise to ward off the cold. Nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck, he couldn't help but marvel at the vulnerability of sleep and the unspoken connection that drew them closer.

You, amid a dream, sighed with the blissful surrender of someone finding solace. As Miguel held you close, your shivers ceased, replaced by a quiet tranquility. The once-distinct boundary between them dissolved into the shared warmth of the moment. In the hushed stillness, you emitted a soft, contented snore, a sound that resonated with an endearing charm. Miguel couldn't help but smile, finding the delicate symphony of her sleep both heartwarming and irresistibly cute.

Cuddling in bed wasn’t a part of the plan but you weren’t complaining. Your sweet scent invaded Miguel's senses. You smelled just as good as the cookies you had baked. Your skin was as soft as the velvety stockings you had hanging over your fireplace. He could stay like this forever. He never made wishes but he hoped and prayed that Medusa would come to him and turn him to stone so that he would never be able to let you go. He let fatigue carry him to dreamland, your snores acting as a fleeting melody in the silent serenade of the night.

Next... Pt.5

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[tiredwitchplant]

Everything You Need to Know About Herbs: Rosemary

Rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis, Salvia rosmarinus)

*Poisonous *Medical *Kitchen *Masculine

Folk names: Compass weed, Dew of the Sea, Elf Leaf, Guardrobe, Incensier, Libanotis, Polar Plant, Seas Dew

Planet: Sun

Element: Fire, Air

Abilities: Protection, Love, Lust, Mental Power, Exorcism, Purification, Healing, Sleep, Youth

Why Poisonous?: Their oil content. Large quantities of rosemary leaves can cause vomiting, spasms, coma and in some cases, pulmonary edema (fluid in the lungs). Rosemary can cause miscarriages so it is not recommended for expecting mothers. It is also not recommended for those with high blood pressure, ulcers, Crohn’s disease or ulcerative colitis.

Do not consume rosemary oil

Characteristics: With its aromatic, needlelike leaves, the rosemary plant grows in a bush and can be quite large in the right growing conditions. Can grow two lipped, purplish-blue and white flowers.

History: Was first referenced on a stone tablet that dates back to 5000 BCE. Is native to the Mediterranean region. It was considered sacred by the Spanish due to its association with the Virgin Mary. In France, it is referred to as incensier due to its popular usage as an incense.

Growing Rosemary:

Easy to grow?: Yes.

Rating: Beginner Friendly

Seeds Accessible: Yes

How to Plant Rosemary

Video Guide

Where to Find Seeds

Magical Usage:

Stimulates memory and thought processes

If burned, adds an energy of protection and purification to a space

Sprinkling its leaves onto graves will cause the undead to be at peace

Carried in an Herbal Amulet will give one confidence and courage

Placing the leaves under your pillow will ensure good sleep and banish nightmares

Can be used in love and lust incense spells as well as healing poppets

Used to be included in bridal flowers so that the couple will stay true to their vows

The smell is supposedly very offensive to evil spirits

Smelling rosemary every day can help preserve one’s youth

Medical Usage

In oil form, can be used to relieve rashes and blemishes on the skin

Can help relieve muscle pain, improve memory, boost the immune system, and promote hair growth

In balm form, can repel insects

Sources

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

PAC: Your unnecessary self doubts

PAC: YOUR UNNECESSARY SELF DOUBT

Hello, I’m back again after a big rest (rest? Focus on material aspects of life? It’s been busy).

Ironically, during Mercury retrograde, I was thinking I should get back on the reading wagon and get out there.

Happy birthday aquarius people, also.

Wasn’t sure what to do straight away, but I saw this idea of mine from a while back and thought, hey, we often doubt ourselves far too much. It can really hurt us in life, and get in the way of what others might think are simple acts or decisions. If you struggle with doubt, worry, or decision making, I see you.

So there we go, we’ll see what the cards want to say. This could be how we expect, or not at all.

We have 3 groups here, and I would like you to breathe deeply a couple times. Try and make sure things are fairly quiet for a minute. You can choose one of these lip balm pots from anything. It could be a favourite flavour, or colour, or a word, or number. You could ask your guides, angels, deities. Do your thing, yo.

From left to right: group 1 - salted caramel. Group 2 - chocolate truffle. Group 3- strawberry sprinkles.

GROUP 1: SALTED CARAMEL

I wonder if you’re detail oriented or observant people here, because I picked the item up and inspected it.

So your self doubts… We have the star, 7 of cups, and 7 of pentacles.

You know, the two sevens here remind me of something I read once. It regarded true love. I wonder, if this comes to mind for me now, does this mean you doubt your ability to obtain, or keep true love in your life?

I also got a sense of slowness. This could be regarding my point above, or general worries that you are slow as a learner, in terms of development, or in work. With this, this could literally be doubts that you would be able to take action on a dream or idea of yours. (I know, cliche, right? They all talk about following a big dream). The fact is, 7 of cups here is allllll about creativity and ideas, but I got the thought block that creativity is bursting out of the seams of you. You have all the ideas, bay-beeeee.

Things happen in their own time, yo. Just like how creative you can be, the universe can be just the same in how it allows life to unfold. Things work, they don’t work, they bring you to something unexpected, they remind you oh yeah I don’t actually want that yeah nevermi-.

You know what I mean?

Now, we have Dress of Alchemy - Release your power.

I see a lot of insecurity bottled up inside, and I feel a lot of pent up anger actually. I feel the need to protect people, or nature. You have ideas no one could ever take on as their own, because it was born from your own unique feelings and experience.

If you fear anyone would take your idea, or think it up before you, I want you to know, the way you would execute it would be so different from what they would ever do, You have value, inherently.

You know those stories, where someone is put down time and time again, and they win or succeed despite it? Ironically, those things are what made the story so much more intriguing and inspiring.

If someone just got up and did something and everyone clapped for them immediately, all the time, straight away with no problem, it wouldn’t be something so… full of depth and connection for others. 

I just keep getting the idea of, hard time in life, put downs, but this is your special story, and your special contribution.

Ps. do you cry when angry?

You don’t think you work hard enough? Have you seen what you’ve had to traverse through, pal?

Angel of time - working too hard.

With 7 of pentacles, this is too perfect.

I feel like there’s some unnecessary self doubt surrounding this because you appear to take a lot on, or think over many different things or have multiple priorities in mind. So when you think you’re being slow, in reality, you’re using a lot of brain power and generally completing many things long term.

Pps. you probably need a break. You deserve rest. With the power card, I wonder if you need to express the word “no” to others a bit more.

YOUR time, YOUR pace, YOUR journey.

It’s special, I know it sounds weird, but we need it. We need to see it, and you. I feel like it helps people to see something, about life, about themselves. You don’t have to air your life out, or blog, or anything, it’s about people who connect with you, every day. Any day.

Everything is going to happen at the perfect time for you. There is nothing wrong with you, everything is right with you. In the most cliché ending I can muster: Trust in the universe. Trust the timing. I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed. Trust yourself, too, and your development pace, both personally and professionally.

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GROUP 2: CHOCOLATE TRUFFLE

I got the energy here firstly while I picked the cards of “that’s it. I’m not going to ask for more and more, or go over it. That’s it.”. Perhaps this means there’s an emphasis here of needing to, or learning to, leave things be, not worrying as much when something is done.

So we have 2 of wands, ace of wands, 4 of cups, and the tower. How interesting. I got the thought about worrying about mixing things up. 

2 of wands can be about decisions, ace of wands is taking action definitively and in a passionate, direct way. But 4 of cups here talks about disinterest, and I got the word denial. Do you deny yourself your passions? Projects, hobbies, job or study opportunities? The tower is like saying “I shouldn’t, I’ll only mess it up.” or these cards saying “why would this employer or whoever be interested in me anyway”.

You should do the thing anyway! Stuff gets messed up in all sorts of quirky ways, the world is a ball in space and us humans have literally made society up out of our imaginations. Crazier stuff could happen, so what the hey!

Don’t allow yourself to feel unhappy or bored for a minute longer if there’s something you know could help it.

There’s also a branch meaning here as well of finding it hard to choose between options because what's the point if it doesn’t work out. The point is you get out there and develop in a new way, whether short lived or not. You’re here to live, my amigo.

If you’re worried about disaster, the real disaster would be not giving yourself a chance. Don’t shoot yourself down before you’ve even made a decision. Or before anyone even has the chance to.

Sea beacon fairy - Guidance: but where will it lead you?

You-wha-what did I just SAY?! Just do the things! You might be right, you might be wrong, sometimes you’ve just gotta see. I feel like your guide wants to like, SHAKE you, this is hilarious to me.

The point isn’t to be RIGHT. It’s to experience, and your guides or those in spirit you connect to, want to assure you right here, that they will assist in making things the most pleasing it can be.

And if something does ever go pear shaped, what’s that friends reference? “PIVOT!” ?

Then we’ve got the three witchy sisters - The power of three.

Are you worried something bad would happen again? Or that you would make an ill fitting decision after having one happen before? You must trust yourself. Give yourself the chance, to prove to yourself, that you can make a good one. And if you feel you didn’t go for something you should have, perhaps there can be another chance. Let yourself have this chance, what ever it is for you. Study related, relationship related, work related, anything.

Don’t hold yourself back. You can trust you, and spirit has your back too. If things move and shake, let them, and take the next moment.

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GROUP 3: STRAWBERRY SPRINKLES

Do you worry about having fun, or if you’re fun enough? I just suddenly felt a little joy.

I feel a bit clearer with this group than the others, so I wonder if you’ve been trying to actively raise your confidence lately. I also find myself shuffling the cards quite harshly, so there’s a lot of energy and force here. This might mean something such as feeling the need to put their all in things to prove themselves, or you’re the type of person that really cares about what they do.

You can’t leave things alone, can you lol. I didn’t get a card for a bit and felt more forceful about getting it to happen. I feel like you’re being advised already to be more easy going.

Accident prone gang here?

2 of cups, queen of pentacles, and 7 of wands.

This makes me think of connections, but also boundaries. The queen reminds me of practical matters such as upkeep of the home, management of money.

This gives me thoughts of partnership, or family/home matters. With my original impression and 2 of cups, it does suggest to me that you worry about being able to make friends or connections as well as if people might like you.

This makes me feel that it’s unnecessary, because I see like… bubble popping. You know when you destress by getting bubble wrap and doing that? It’s like you’re that for other people.

I get the self doubts regarding keeping things in order. Being pragmatic. Maybe you also worry that you’re not strong enough, or that you might be seen as a pushover. However, with the queen of pentacles I really feel that this is your energy. Someone who is more firm, but still helpful and still there for others.

I get the sense of feeling tired or dizzy. Are there worries regarding health or the maintenance of a condition?

There are people you can count on, it appears, if this is the case. 

Mildew fairy - clean up time

Fairy of the divine hand - intoxication, distorted view, overindulgence

There may be a couple here who literally have struggled with intoxication. Addictions and so on, and there may be self doubt here about your ability to get clean of whatever it is, to begin, or to keep clean.

There is reassurance here, that you have seen more of yourself much clearly. No, you are not ruined. You are your own unique individual with your own quirks of life. Much like a cat that has a missing piece of its ear, you become aware that they have fought. And that is it - a history.

For others, this might literally be about being able to keep your home clean, or your body clean health wise. Perhaps there is anxiety about health in general. This could be like still asking for a 3rd examination, after being told something is fine.

For any of these scenarios here, you guys are doing better than you think you are, and a lot of it is due to the fact you have more self awareness than you think. I believe you are especially hard on yourselves. You are holding yourselves to higher standards than before, and for that, I see pride regarding you from spirit.

You are doing better than you think, and you CAN do better than you think.

Faceless ghosts and the haunted girl - ghost people.

You worry something will come back and take over? You have grown too much.

Even if the person, thing or situation does try and return, know you can refuse it. You can handle a situation or concern much better, and with far more education.

I feel you guys have opened your eyes so much.

There are some here that may have mediumship skills also, because the boundary point I made can connect to protecting yourself spiritually. There are many techniques you can use such as cleansing your home, using an energetic shield of white light, calling on archangel Michael to protect you, and much more. 

I can't help but think you might be wondering, is there something you're missing, what am I not seeing. But I think you guys know everything you need to. Please try not to get paranoid. You're doing great.

I feel like this is a very “know thyself” group. Trying to ensure they don’t make a mistake again, or that they manage things more wisely. You have support, it might not seem like it for some of you, but there are 1 or more out there who think kindly of you. You have a lot going on inside that brain of yours, let yourself step out of it a minute and experience life. Take the walk, enjoy a healthy meal, listen to music you connect with. SMELL THE FLOWERS. Something like that.

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Ok thanks bye hope it made sense.

[filmofhybe]

corn on a cob

🌽 pairing : park jeongseong x oc 💌 GENRE : fluff 700 wc

warning : food , kissing , sharing food

; AUTHORS NOTE : day 13 of “24 days of Christmas with filmfohybe” is almost Christmas🥹 I got a corn on a cob at my town’s Christmas market and thought about jay. And I’m going to london tmr!! I’m so excited. Now let’s get to it.

MASTERLIST TO MY OTHER WORK

The air was crisp, filled with the enchanting aroma of roasted chestnuts and the lively sounds of a Christmas market. Jay and I strolled hand in hand, surrounded by twinkling lights and the joyful hum of festive music. The atmosphere was magical, and I couldn't help but feel a warm excitement bubbling within me.

As we wandered through the market, Jay's eyes lit up when he spotted a stall selling corn on the cob. He nudged me playfully, "You know, I've been craving one of those sweet and smoky corns. What do you say baby? Can I get it?” , “of course let’s go get them!” I grinned in agreement, and we joined the line, anticipation building as we inched closer to the delicious buttery aroma. Finally, we got our hands on one steaming cobs, adorned with a generous slathering of butter and a sprinkle of seasoning. The first bite was a burst of flavors—sweetness, smokiness, and the rich taste of butter that made my taste buds dance.

Jay and I took turns nibbling on the corn, sharing laughter and playful banter. “Right stop taking big ass bites this is literally my favorite!” “EXCUSE ME? I want it as well..” As I bit into the corn, a small smudge of butter found its way to the corner of my mouth. Jay's eyes twinkled mischievously as he reached over, his thumb gently wiping away the errant butter. I couldn't help but blush at the intimate gesture under the soft glow of Christmas lights. “Jay don’t do that..” my face is now probably redder than Rudolph the red nose reindeer.

A subtle, sweet taste lingered on my lips, a combination of the strawberry lip balm I had applied earlier and the buttery goodness of the corn. Jay leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. It was a moment suspended in time, surrounded by the festive ambiance of the Christmas market. Smiling into the lovely kiss.

"Mmm, maybe strawberry lip balm and butter should be a lip balm scent or even flavor," Jay suggested with a playful smirk, his eyes still locked onto mine. I chuckled, enjoying the light-hearted exchange as we continued to share the corn on the cob. “Uh I don’t think anyone would like that…” “I will though. Taste exactly like the two things I love..”

We explored the market further, weaving through stalls adorned with handmade ornaments, festive decorations, and the sweet scent of hot chocolate wafting through the air. The vibrant colors of the holiday season surrounded us, creating a picturesque backdrop for our shared moments. The market's carousel beckoned us, and we decided to take a whirl on its ornate horses. The melodies of classic Christmas tunes filled the air as we circled under a canopy of twinkling lights. Jay held me close beside me. Holding my waist as he watches me with a darling smile and the world seemed to slow down as we enjoyed the simple joy of the moment.

As the night deepened, the market came alive with an even more magical glow. The towering Christmas tree at the center of the square sparkled with countless lights, and couples danced to the tunes of a live band. Jay and I found a cozy spot on a bench, wrapped in each other's warmth, watching the festivities unfold. Him secretly taking candid pictures of me as I ate my cotton candy.

The air was filled with love and laughter, and I couldn't have asked for a more perfect Christmas experience. With a contented sigh, I leaned against Jay, grateful for the simple pleasures shared on this festive night—the sweet and smoky corn on the cob, the stolen kisses under Christmas lights, and the warmth of love that made the holiday season truly magical.

[diavolo-is-babygirl]

Taking a Romantic Bath with Diavolo: Diavolo x Male MC Ficlet

The door to Diavolo’s bathroom creaked open, and immediately, the rich warmth of the space wrapped around you like a velvet cloak. The air was thick with the comforting scent of autumn—spiced apples, cinnamon, cloves, and just a hint of amber. Flickering candles lined the marble edges of the bath, their golden light casting soft, dancing shadows on the walls. It was like stepping into a dream, an oasis carved out of the season itself.

Diavolo stood at the far end of the room, his back to you as he adjusted the temperature of the water. His broad shoulders were framed by the soft glow of the candles, his usually commanding presence softened by the intimacy of the moment. The tension of his day still lingered in the slope of his shoulders, but there was an undeniable relief in the air, as though the bath was already working its magic, coaxing the stress from his body even before he stepped into the water.

Hearing your quiet footsteps, he glanced over his shoulder, and a slow, tired smile spread across his lips. "You’re here," he murmured, his voice low and warm, a welcome contrast to the coolness that often came with his regal duties. "I was hoping you’d come."

The bath itself was inviting, steam curling off the surface like the last wisps of summer fading into autumn, the water infused with the scents of fallen leaves and warm spices. You could feel the weight of the day slipping away already, just standing there, and the thought of sharing this quiet, intimate space with Diavolo made your heart flutter.

He reached for you, his hand outstretched, and when your fingers met, there was a warmth in his touch that spread through you like the glow of the candles. "It’s been... a long day," he admitted, his voice softer now, as if he didn’t need to hold up the world in your presence. "But this—being here, with you—makes it easier."

You stepped closer, letting him draw you into the circle of his warmth. The scent of the autumn-scented bath oils clung to him, mingling with his own natural scent, creating something uniquely him, something that made you feel safe and cherished. His hand traced up your arm, slow and gentle, like he was memorizing the feeling of you, grounding himself in your presence.

"Join me," he whispered, his voice like the wind through the trees, quiet but insistent. "I’ve been waiting for this all day... waiting for you."

Your gaze softened, and without a word, you let him guide you toward the bath. The steam rose up around you both as you slipped into the water, the warmth a perfect balm to the chill that lingered from outside. Diavolo settled in behind you, his arms coming around your waist as he pulled you close, his chest a firm, reassuring presence against your back.

The candles flickered, their light casting halos of gold over the surface of the water, and the scent of autumn seemed to fill every breath, grounding you both in the moment, away from the weight of responsibilities and long days.

"I’m so tired of always having to be strong," Diavolo murmured, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck, the vulnerability in his voice laid bare in the quiet intimacy of the bath. "But here, like this, I don’t have to be. I can just be me."

You tilted your head back against him, your fingers tracing small circles over his arm, comforting him in the silence. "You don’t have to be strong right now," you whispered, your voice soft and sure. "I’m here."

The Devildom’s future ruler cupped your face and sprinkled kisses across it, each one soft, sweet, effervescent in the wake of an arduous day. “Thank you, my prince. You have no idea how much that means to me. Hopefully my actions tonight will show you.”

“Your actions always speak louder than your words,” you told him, your voice as warm as the gentleness that enveloped the two of you. “No, sorry, your actions and words are equally loud. Everything you do and say has so much meaning, so much warmth, and I’m happy to be a part of it. Diavolo, thank you for letting me be a part of your story.”

He sighed, a long, deep breath, as though he were finally allowing himself to let go, to melt into the warmth of the bath and the peace of your presence. His hold on you tightened slightly, not out of need, but out of gratitude—grateful for the reprieve, for the simple joy of sharing this quiet, tender moment with you. He brought you into his arms, not minding how your ravenous shafts rubbed against each other in the stardust encrusted waters.

The water swirled gently around you both, and outside, the world seemed to fade into the background. The only thing that mattered was the warmth between you, the scent of autumn, and the steady beat of Diavolo’s heart against your back. And in that moment, everything else fell away—the long, stressful day, the weight of the Devildom, the burdens of duty. All that was left was this—a bath shared in the soft glow of candlelight, the gentle embrace of a lover, and the sweet, fleeting magic of autumn.

[urapunk]

bryce montrose headcanons? and if you ship him with chad, hcs for their ship as well ?

i dont know literally anything about bryce but im gonna try

Bryce Montrose & Chad Morris HCs!

Some are about Bryce singularly, some are about Chad singularly.

Bryce loves debating. He loves making up valid arguments and having the exhilerating feeling of being correct. Bullworth once had a debate team but after like 3 months everyone in it left except for Bryce and... Gord for some reason? I HC he likes debate too. Chad loves to support this, to give him topics for him to write on.

Speaking of writing, bryce loves writing ANYTHING. He writes like he talks, fancy words sprinkled in with a bit of 'like, uh' unless the paper is supposed to be professional.

Grape Soda Gobbler. He LOVES grape soda to no end, and would probably sell his friends on the conditions he gets an endless supply. He just likes grape soda... And only he likes grape soda. He and 3 other folks at bullworth, ew. Special mention; cherry coke. The preps love cherry coke, but nobody loves it more than derby.

Has an odd love for board games. He will rip you apart in Monopoly or Sorry, just becaude he can. He loves to ask chad id they can play a board game because it's just fun. And chad usually complies, modtly because when it comes to bryce he think son thing and one thing only. 'Whatever you say beautiful'

Chad LOVES Lesley Gore. His head'll be totally gone while he's humming Little Girl Go Home. He also adores other 1960/50s artists, like Paul Anka or A LITTLE bit of Johnny Cash. He thinks his music is pauper music.

Chad cannot stand the winter. He hated the cold, hates how his feet feel like ice cubes and mint gum when he walks, and how his lips get more chapped in the winter. Also, nobody likes a stuffy nose.

Bryce likes to help with his hate of the cold, they are certified cuddlebugs your honor.

Chad cant eat without something distracting him sometimes. He just cant, it's boring like that. He's like the 2006 version of an ipad kid, just always infront of the TV in his spare.

Chad loves Purple. His silk sheets? Purple. Journals and notebooks? Purple. PENS? PURPLE! His first car would be purple too, maybe with gold colored accents. His car would be expensive is what I'm saying.

They dont like to he seperated. Bryce likes knowing that chad is there so he could smush his cheek against chads shoulder, or hold him and sway with his face buried in the collar of chads polo. They hook pinkies when they're sitting in class all focused because bryce never wants to stop touching chad.

Chad's face flushes insanely. It only shows up as a slight blush on his skin but trust me, he's redder than a tomato in lipstick. Bryce always gets worried when he feels chads face is insanely warm.

Chad once threw a tennis ball into a bush of flowers for chester to return with.. A sloppery half attempt at a wedding photo worthy moment and bouquet, but Bryce got the idea and nearly melted. It was adorable.

Bryce loves to buy things. Small, or big, if chad wants it he gets it. He mentioned a particular scent? Bryce searched for hours to find it. He's dedicated and its adorable, especially when it's just something small like a specific flavor of lip balm or a discontinued drink he likes.

Bryce loves Chad's dog Chester. He cant stand when the slobbery little animal looks at him. He goes straight to scratch attacking his body before behind the ears and chin. If chester is laying down Bryce will sit criss cross beside him and rub his tummy like he needs to make electricity with the friction.

<3

(i was wondering why i wasnt getting anyone to interact then i realized I FORGOT TAGS. I DIDNT ADD ANY TAGS THE FIRST TIME.)

(Chads favorite Lesley Gore song. vvv)

[brunchable]

2319 Chapter 9 — Start of Love & War || Young!S.S × F!Reader.

Word Count: 2K Genre: Young Love, Diary Entry, Flashbacks. A/N: Inspired by the Korean Drama 2521. Thank you for being patient guys, I do apologize if it's short! I admit I've sorta forgotten some stuff so I'm rereading everything lol. I might focus on the present next chapter.

The night of July 25 1999, it was a hot, scorching summer, and night had come with a breeze like a balm. It was noisy all around the camp; not only your group was the one waiting for the meteor shower to start. The radio was on for the forecast and some people were singing, others were telling stories and laughing around the fire. 

The midnight blue sky is exuberant, twinkling with bright, white sparkles and fireflies.  Stephen turns his head to look at you, his face illuminated by the stars. He digs his fingers into the soft grass of the hill.  

At some point, you caught Stephen staring at you as you blew a deep sigh out of your lungs and you felt embarrassed, somehow. Especially after confessing to each other that both of you have lingering feelings mutually. 

"Oh my! Look up!" Donna gasped and pointed skyward as millions of diamond streams fell from the sky.

Stephem smiled at you and asked you if you had ever seen a meteor shower before. “No, it’s for the first time”, you answered and suddenly quickly turned away to hide the hint of pink blooming on your cheeks.

He pretended he did not notice and he went on, “It’s interesting how people are fascinated by this phenomenon, when the Earth basically passes through the tail of a comet, which collects everything it finds in its journey through the Universe.”

Both of you gazed up at this dark, vast canopy sprinkled with millions of diamond lights. So mesmerised were you by the sight of it, your voice took on a dreamy tone when you answered him, “Yes, but how beautiful it all looks from down here.” you softly chuckled. 

He laughed softly together with your silvery laugh. It was so sweet and sunshiney, he half-expected flowers to sprout on the ground wherever you walked and a coterie of singing woodland animals to trail behind you while you traipsed through meadows or whatever girls like you did.

Both of you lifted your gaze and saw small shiny globes shooting across the sky, leaving behind a neon-like effect. Exclamations and applause could be heard around you, and you felt him take your hand and clutch it slightly. All he seemed to notice were your bright eyes, they were close enough that he could see the way the lights from the comets reflected in your eyes, like tiny star-beams streaking across an endless night. Your lips parted, lush and pink, and an insane desire to find out whether they tasted as sweet as they looked now gripped him. He nodded with a very warm glow in his eyes, a very softened looking face and an almost hidden smile.

You were too absorbed by the meteors to react to his actions but your heart did skip a beat as you watched the whole show on an indigo background, like a huge canvas, which would lift with the sunrise. 

Stephen closed his eyes and made a wish for time to stop for a short while, so that he can savour the moment with you. His chest aches at the idea of losing the thread of this night, and the ease that has shaped between you, an ease born of weeks instead of months or years, but it is something, fragile and lovely.

Stephen sighed softly, stealing glances at you whenever he can so that his photographic memory will have your image seared into his brain. Then, he looks skyward to see the night sky, twinkling with myriads of mysterious stars, blue-black velvet, making the heart stop from the power of mystical attraction.

Something inside Stephen sparked and right there and then, he has made up his mind. He was going to finish what he started, he will graduate university. 

Stephen's Flashback 

“It’s laughable, isn’t it?” He says. 

“What?” Beverly asks him.

Stephen gestures to himself. “This.” He leaned his head against the headrest and closed his eyes. “I should just quit Mom. I’m obviously not cut out for this.” 

Beverly sighs. “Not cut out for what? College? Real life?” 

Stephen shakes his head. “Responsibility in general, really. Dad was right when he told me that I'm no better than his estranged brother, Uncle Rainer. He was right about that, at least.”

"This year is just a really bad year, Stephen. A really, really challenging year. Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.” His mother reached out to hold his hand while keeping the other one controlling the steering wheel.

"You might not see it yet, Stephen but you have what it takes. Your grandfather always tells me to finish what I started, thrust aside your trepidation and self-doubt. Bare your teeth and embrace the process. Most importantly, finish what you start. You’ll be surprised by what unfolds and presents itself before your very eyes." Beverly continued with a slight imitation of her father. 

She continued, "And if at the end of it all, you still don’t like medicine, you can do whatever you want to do. You're young, this is not the end of the world."

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August 5th 1999

“Again, (Y/N)!” If you hear the words 'again' and (Y/N) together in a sentence one more time, it might be the thing that finally tips you over the edge. 

You've been on the edge since you woke up this morning with a headache sent directly from the pits of hell, so the last thing you need right now is more grief from Coach George Laurier. You focus on suppressing your annoyance, like you do every training session when he makes it his mission to push you to your limits. 

Rationalising it’s his dedication that makes him such a successful coach, he decided throwing your ice skates at him is something that should stay in your imagination. 

It’s been a few days since the camp and right when you got back home, your father instantly gave you a condition. A condition to make it ‘fair’ according to him. Since they allowed you to go on that trip, the least you could do was start training. So here you were, training for the next olympic games. You’ve been so focused that you haven’t been able to hang out with Donna.

“You’re being sloppy, (Y/N)!” he yells as you fly straight past him. “Sloppy skaters don’t get gold medals!” 

What did I say about not throwing skates at him? I already have a gold medal.

“Come on, (Y/N)! Put in some effort for once.” Alex snickers, poking his tongue out at you when you shoot him a cold glare. 

Stupid Alex Laurier. Just because he is the best male hockey player the University of Washington, Devonport has to offer and having an ex-figure skater as a father, Alex acts like knew everything about both figure skating. 

“It’s coming, Coach,” you say with as much fake enthusiasm as possible. “I’m getting there; it’s not perfect yet, but I’ll keep practising.” It’s a minor lie, a harmless one. You are getting there. What you've failed to mention is you're only getting there off the ice, specifically when you're attached to equipment that helps you get there. 

“She’s getting there,” Alex lies, throwing an arm around his Dad's shoulders. “Hang in there just a bit longer, (Y/N).” 

It was nice for Alex to be on your side and show a united front to his father. 

George mutters something inaudible and waves you off flippantly. “I’ll see you two back here tomorrow, and if you could both not be late, that would be great. I’m fairly certain eating McDonalds before training isn’t going to get either of you onto the Olympic team. Understood?” 

Shit. “Yes, Coach,” you say in harmony. 

Alex is staring at his phone, waiting for you in the lobby when you finally exit the women’s locker room. 

“I freaking told you he’d know.” you groan, swinging your bag toward him as soon as you're close enough to hit him in the stomach with it. “I didn’t even have anything!” 

He grunts at the impact, tugging the bag from your hands and flinging it over his shoulder. “The man has the nose of a bloodhound.”

You climb into Alex's new SUV, the latest guilt gift from his uncle, and head home. Alex and you decided it would be cool for him to be your ride since he has practice two hours after yours. 

Alex stops at a stop light and looks over at you while you rummage through your purse for your most prized possession. 

“What does the planner say you’re doing tonight?” 

 You snicker, ignoring his teasing tone. “Getting laid.” 

“Ew,” he says, the tip of his nose wrinkling as he grimaces. “Keep your imaginations to yourself.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“Nothing,” Alex smiles to himself while you roll your eyes, “So. . . I heard Paris talked to you before we left camp. . .What did she say?”

You scoff at the memory of that morning before separating, “Y'know she apologised but then she said I should've let everyone know I couldn't swim.”

“Wow.” Alex widens his eyes, “What a massive bitch.”

“I'm over it, just as long as I don't see her again. . . Robbie was more upset than her.”

Alex pulls over in front of your house and lifts the handbrake, “To be honest, me too,” Alex said. “You know what?” 

“What?” You asked, looking over at him. Before you could even register what was happening, he leaned across the car and pressed his lips against your cheek. You almost jerked back in surprise. 

“All right,” he said, pointing at his cheek. “Lay one on me.” 

Before you could think twice, you planted a kiss right on his cheek. He smelled like pine trees. “There.” 

He grinned, sitting back just as fast as he’d leaned over. “That fixes it for both of us—and by that I mean my Dad being a pain in the ass.” 

And that’s when I fainted. Okay, I didn’t really faint. But something inside you snapped like an elevator cable, your heart plummeting to your feet. You felt light-headed and combustible, your neck hot beneath your collar. 

“Thanks,” You said, laughing a little. Thanks?! Someone kisses you and you say thanks?! Did you learn nothing from Stephen Strange? 

“That takes the pressure off.” 

No, it doesn’t! Now I have no idea what’s going on! Do you like me or are you just being a good friend in the most confusing, lip-touching possible way?! 

“Hey,” he said. “What are friends for, right?” 

Not this! You climbed out of the car onto shaky legs. Alex Laurier kissed you. Alex. Laurier. Kissed. You.

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You shut the door of your room and that’s when you snapped out of your trance. You dropped your bag on the floor and combed back your hair, “What the hell was that guy thinking?”

You rushed to the window to let some fresh air in, not realising that Stephen was there, “You look frazzled.” He looked up from the guitar he was holding.

You jumped slightly and cleared your throat, "It's nothing."

“Really? That didn't seem like nothing to Alex.” 

Your face flushed at the mention of his name. You sat down, wondering if Stephen saw Alex kissing you on the cheek. He seemed so casual about it—he probably wouldn’t even think about it again. 

“He was just trying to cheer me up. His dad was very hard on me during training today.” You replied, which was not all a lie since you think that's what Alex was doing—at least that's what 'taking pressure off' is to him.

“Nice to see that it worked.” Stephen chuckles and sets his guitar on his stand, “Enjoy your sessions with him.��� With that, Stephen grabbed his jacket and left his room, shutting the door behind him. Stephen's actions stung and it caught you off guard, rendering you speechless. Even though he was casual about it, it felt as though there was a blizzard right beneath his calm persona.

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[runningmiller]

Sprinkles Ch3

Summary: Jack thinks your perfect and you don't want to let him down.

Another tube of lip balm down and you rub your hands for warmth. Maybe a new hoodie is in order? You glance at your hands and you can just feel them drying up, they’re going to start cracking any day now. Why won’t this damn moisturizer work the way it says it will? With some frustration, you take another dollop and rub it into your skin. Should you do your elbows too? You continue your work with a focused glare on your face.

“Sunshine~ where are you?” A voice pierces through your thoughts but it only encourages you to work more thoroughly, making sure your pores really suck in all that moisture. You call back to let him know you’ve retreated to the bedroom while he was busy.

He pops in, seeing you with a thing of lotion and another empty lip balm. 

“Aw, are you having that much trouble, starlight?”

With a sigh, you assure him that yes, you can feel yourself drying out like a fish. 

Jack hums, “you should probably be drinking more water then, but that’s odd. I haven’t noticed you being dry or dehydrated lately. Can I see?”

With your permission, Jack sits with you, one leg hanging off the bed as he faces you. 

He takes your hand and squeezes it, thumb tracing the back of it, running over your knuckles before turning your hand over and doing the same. He chuckles when he realizes his gloves are in the way, and pulls your hand up to his cheek. “Hmm… A little damp from the lotion, but just as soft as always Sunspot.”

He continues to hold your hand as he cups your face. He lightly drags a thumb over your lips, removing any lingering lip balm. He leans in and gently presses his lips to yours, not in a kiss, but just to touch. He pulls back and looks at you thoughtfully.

“You don’t seem dehydrated or dry in the slightest and I try to remind you to drink throughout the day. Is there any other reason you need these?” He applies the excess lip balm from his thumb to his own lips.

You admit that maybe you’re being a bit paranoid, but they’re supposed to keep you hydrated and your skin soft. So it’s all part of a healthy routine, right?

He nods his head in agreement, thinking, something in your words catches his attention.

“ Oh, oh jeez. Sunshine, can we move these for a second?”

Pushing the creams and lip balms aside, he adjusts himself to sit closer, now with nothing in his way to you. With your knees touching, he leans in again, this time so your foreheads are touching. Jack looks into your eyes with… concern? Or guilt?

“Sunshine, this doesn’t have to do with my calling you soft all the time, does it?”

Whatever he sees in you is reply enough.

“Oh, my love. When I say you’re perfect, it’s not because you’re soft and warm. Being soft and warm are only perfect because it’s you. If you were freezing cold all day and all dry and cracked lips and hands, well first off I’d try to make sure you were okay, don’t want you getting sick or in any pain. But those would be perfect too, just because they’re a part of you that day. You’re always going to be changing, but my love for you never will.”

You ask that if your lips were peeling and cracked with blood, would he still kiss you? He chuckles.

“As long as it’s you, in any form you’d take, I’d kiss you as often as you’d let me.” 

He punctuated his point with a soft and sweet kiss.

You both sit in the washroom, discussing how the lotions and balms should be organized. By size? Colour? Funky patterns on the labelling? The highest way they can be stacked without toppling?? You both spend far longer than you imagined you could rearranging and laughing over the many creative ways you two can find to organize the products.