#all clean in my pajamas and lip balm on my lips i am about to get the best sleep

[whisp3roftheheart]

My favorite kinds of showers are the ones I take right before bed <333 I feel so clean

[starlostseungmin]

hi kei! idk if you remember me but i'm your handholding anon from months ago <3

what lip balm flavor do you think seungmin uses? 🥺 imagine him putting on lip balm before snuggling next to you in bed, the sweet scent making you stare way too long at his pretty pouty lips. he knows you're resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there, but he teases you anyway by pressing his forehead against yours. "jagi, you're so cute but it's just lip balm," he laughs.

— it’s just lip balm, ksm.

hi lovely! yes, i do remember you and i'm glad you're back <33 i made a short drabble for this soft seungmo thought and i got so excited when i read it. i hope to interact with you :'> so please drop by soon or be my emoji anon if you're shy ^.^ thank you for this! i enjoyed writing it. 🌷✨💕

pairing: boyfriend!seungmin x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: kissing, not proofread. word count: 996 notes: hello, i hope you’re having a great day! please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? don't let it flop! thank you very much love ♡

weekend. 

seungmin’s favorite part of the week finally arrived. it’s always the best part of his life when he could lay and take his day off, be lazy and eat his comfort food. read and watch dramas like he always does. he just got home that friday night and went to take a shower where he finds you on your shared bed, reading the book he gave you from your birthday last year. all set with pajamas and night lights. the sound of the bathroom’s sliding door opened, followed by his footsteps, then the door closed again. seungmin ruffled his hair to dry with a small towel to prevent water droplets from soaking his favorite mahagrid t-shirt. a smile tugged on his face when he got out of the bathroom. 

“enjoying the book so much?” he asked, teasing you about it. a chuckle escaped your lips as your eyes landed on him, immersed in how fluffy he looked in his pajamas with his hair getting dry. “it’s your 5th read,” 

“you can’t blame me,” you defended. “i love it so much,” 

seungmin let out a giggle before he leaned forward and kissed your forehead and proceeded to do his nightly routine. you share a vanity mirror with your favorite products aligned neatly on the flat surface. it’s a common sight every night on his day off as he ended up cuddling you after he’s done. your boyfriend misses you oftentimes when he can’t go home during his hectic schedule but he tries to give time to call or text you whenever he gets a break in between. nevertheless, you were always busy too, especially when you were in your last semester in college. but your clinginess to each other never fails to miss any time just to talk and ask how you were doing. 

he sat down as he looked at himself in the mirror doing his skincare which you always find cute. you didn’t know why but he’s the type to be all clean and comfortable before going to bed. his sweet scent helps you sleep at night and his soothing voice sounds like a lullaby, he could invite you into a pillow fight or just talk about random things until 2 am. bedtime seungmin is one of your favorite seungmin. but he promised you’d sleep together a little early after an exhausting day. 

you closed the book, setting it aside for the night as you watched him doing his finishing touch. that rosehip oil lip balm of his. you never tried that flavor before because of your consistent use of cherry or the original one of the brand. 

“you’re no fun, y/n,” he’d say and you just have to roll your eyes at his statement. but rosehip oil had you hooked. you knew he’s been using it for a while now but you don’t care. yet watching him apply that roseate wax with a curios scent made you wonder what it tastes like, especially when it’s coated all over his lips. 

“is it sweet?” you asked. 

“you want to try?” he asked, not breaking his eye contact with himself in your vanity mirror. 

“can i?” you beamed, but instead of handing you the small object, seungmin being seungmin leaned forward to kiss you. a smirk formed on his lips, a sign of triumph when he leaned away, leaving you a blushing mess. “you’re a teasing maniac, are you?” 

“at least you get to try it specially,” he said, winking at you while giggling. “relax babe, it’s just lip balm,” 

“pssh,” you hissed at him. 

“how was it?” he said, still plastering that annoying smirk on his face. 

“good,” you said. “the lip product, i mean,” you added back as he sighs in disbelief. 

“how about my lips then?” he pouted like a baby. 

“i don’t know for sure,” you said, letting out an evil chuckle as seungmin started to pout his lips even more. 

“here, kiss it,” he said, pointing his lips. 

“no,” you retorted playfully when he tried to shorten the gap between you two as he make kissing sounds. 

“one kiss!” he laughed in between. “y/n!” 

“no, back off!” you said, pushing him away but seungmin is persistent with the kiss and it is always a way to tease you because he knew that you won’t be able to resist it even if you try to avoid it. 

“my lips are waiting,” he said. 

“one kiss?” you asked as he took the same lip product again to apply. 

“just one,” he reassured. “unless you beg for more?” he added licking his lips while wiggling his brows and that’s when you burst out laughing for making a reference. 

“i love you so much,” you said in between your laughs and seungmin was proud of his sense of humor. “not just one okay?” you smiled. 

“y/n, babe, i know you can’t just have one,” he said as you rolled your eyes in response before kissing him again. 

his lips were hot as you tasted the flavored lip balm. it was bitter indeed but the sweet scent of it made it more addicting and having it on your boyfriend’s lips had it intoxicating. seungmin knows you are a sucker for his kisses and melt over it. that is one thing that you always miss when he’s not around, the thing you would always look forward to when he gets home and the thing that you always want the most when you two are alone. how can he blame you when you told him he is a good kisser? 

“you’re so cute,” he said, breaking the kiss pressing his forehead against yours. 

“and you’re annoying,” you chuckled. “in a good way of course,” you smiled. “i love you, seungmin,” 

“i love you too jagi,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before taking you inside his arms and cuddled yourselves to sleep. you can’t wait to spend your weekend with him all alone. 

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[th3decadentclam]

"Push yourself because, no one else is going to do it for you."

Hello Tumblr people, I know it can be really hard to stay productive when you are staying at home all day. That's why I believe in the importance of routines that you can rely on.

It took me a while to set a prefect morning routine in order not to procrastinate.

I'm still learning and therefore I often fail, but I know how to get up and these websites that I recommend, can help us.

Here's my routine

-I start my day at 7.30 in the morning (when I can get up so early hehe), so I get up and then I open the windows to let air into the room;

-The first thing I do in the kitchen is pull up the curtains. I like how it is cold and breezy in the early morning and this instantly sets me into a good mood;

-Then I walk to the fridge to choose the ingredients for my breakfast. I often eat a chocolate snack and, when I like, I opt for fresh fruit. I drink peach cold tea;

-The second thing that I do is my morning skin care: cleansing gel, tonic, moisturizer and lip balm, of course after brushing my teeth too;

-Once back in the room I take off my pajamas and put on clean and fresh clothes to stay light and ventilated all day;

-Then I walk to my desk and I clean up whatever I have left the day before. Once my desk is cleaned, I grab my bullet journal to check my to do list. It's an habit I have been doing for 2 years and it keeps me focused and productive (sometimes I forget to compile it when I don't feel inspired uwu);

-Once I'm done with Journaling, I turn off my phone notifications and I grab my PC to check my university website where I have all my online lessons. Here, I start to procrastinate. Often I don't find the motivation you know, but as I said, these websites down here are helping me stay productive;

REMEMBER: just because people are getting things that I want quicker then me, doesn't mean it's still not possible for me. My time line is not the same as theirs, it is still possible for me. Our time will come.

-When I am done with my online lessons, it is usually 11am. I grab my phone and I check my Instagram messages as a break. And once I have checked my phone, I get started on the rest of the things that are on my to do list like clean the room and cook for lunch. I really enjoy this part of the day.

If you are productive in the morning, you're more likely to be productive in the afternoon and evening.

I hope you liked reading about my morning routine. If you like, comment by telling me about your routine or giving me advice on how to be motivated.

Bye.

Websites for studying/relaxing/escaping

Lifeat.io - it's a cute website that really helps you to get inspired. You can find virtual study and work spaces around the world (Cafe, library, hogwarts themed ambience, study with celebrities..) The website also use the pomodoro timer (25 minutes of work, 5 minutes short break or 15 minutes long break).

Lofi.café - offers you Lofi music streams for studying, working and also relaxing.

Coffitivity.com - recreates a cafe library ambience with mixers and various types of sounds (morning murmur, university undertones..) It's quite inspirational.

Ambientmixer.com - this is absolutely my favorite. You can find. You can find all imaginable environments, from TV series to movies, from nature to English bar lounges, from London in the 800s to the Paris of la vie en rose. All with mixers and a free account if you want to sign up.

Asoftmurmur.com - creates ambient sounds to wash the distraction (rain forest, city, waterfall, cicadas, stream, fire cracking). There's a timer that you can set and mixers.

Imissmycafé.com - it's a soft aesthetic website, take a seat and stay a while. You can set a dark mode while listening to varous sounds (coffee cups, barista, machinery, rainy day, preparing drinks).

Imissmybar.com - it's another very aesthetic bar themed site, conceived by the same creators of "I miss my Cafe" . You can mix various sounds like people talking, street ambience, bartender working, serving drinks, etc.

Allolo.ru/?id=5 - offers you silent noise of nature, from cascades to rainy forest, from gardens to city ambience.

Mynoise.net - Creates beautiful noises to mask the noises you don't want to hear: your chatty colleagues, tinnitus or even your inner voice when you can't shut it down. (Cafe restaurant, Japanese garden, rain on a tent, calm office, people bleach, singing bowls, etc)

Write in the comments other sites if you know them.

Stay safe 🧸

Thank you, sincerely

The Decadent Clam 🦑.

[borrovvedyoongi]

Bambi

A/N: omgomgomg HELLO ISTG I AM NOT DEAD!!! Been thinking of writing for a while but ya girl is in college now, doing big girl tingz 💅🏻 here’s some hendery for you because he is my new muse atm, was def inspired by baekhyun’s new song bambi :)

warnings: unprotected sex (be careful and be protected at all times plz), oral female receiving, fwb, cumplay sorta, hendery x fem!reader, slight fluff????

word count: 1354

You’re so precious, I can’t take it

You are dreamy, Bambi, Bambi

Hendery resembled all those things. Preciousness, dreaminess, and tenderness. You absolutely couldn’t handle it. Gazing into his doe like eyes and hearing that laugh was a drug. Music to your ears, art to your eyes. You wouldn’t put anyone on a pedestal, but Hendery? He belongs on the throne of your heart.

There’s no definitive label on your “relationship.” It was more than friends and felt like lovers, but it wasn’t quite there. You don’t care if it doesn’t develop more. As long as you get to appreciate the time spent with him in the present is what matters most. A label feels trivial at this point.

You’re sure that it’s just lust with a side of camaraderie that fuels your need for him. It’s the time spent so often with each other that makes you want more, more, and more. It’s when you’re both on the couch of your home on your phones when he reaches over to your cunt, eyes glued on his phone still, with his hand grazing against your heat. Thumb rubbing your clit in circles, fingers pressed against the lips of your pussy.

You put your phone down on your thigh, look over to see the side of his face. He’s smiling softly at his phone.

“Hendery, what do you think you’re doing?”

He smiles a little wider, his hand still doing its ministrations on you. Still looking at that damn screen. You start getting needy, wanting all of his attention, all of him pressed up against you, and then some.

“Nothing much, really. Just felt like feeling you. Just because I can.” Hendery says. He stops his movement and looks at you right in the eyes, smile softening, eyes leveling down to your lips. He leans over, hand going inside your short pajama shorts and over your underwear, and runs slow circles. His head is resting on your shoulder, and he lets out a breath that he was holding in. He was contemplating on leaning over out of the blue and just feeling you. Just because, because why not?

You grab his hand gently and pull it away from your crotch. You bring one leg over his lap so that you’re straddling him. You bring his hands to grip at your ass, and you cup his face in your small hands. You graze your nose against his nose and close your eyes. You start grinding agonizingly slow against his bulge, and he stares at you intently with lidded eyes that haze over with a carnal lust. Then, you kiss him sweetly. He can taste the mango lip balm on you- so, so soft. Almost as soft as your velvety walls whenever he pushes his cock in you. The thought alone makes him moan breathily into the kiss, and you decide to take this opportunity to brush your tongue into his mouth when he parts his lips.

Each second passes by in slow motion. Being with Hendery like this feels like paradise on earth, and time seems to decrease in pace. You savor the feeling and lock it in the recess of your mind so you can remember the exact moment and feeling, and smile without realizing it when you do think of it.

Hendery regretfully pulls away just to say his sappy sentiments.

“Ever since I kissed your lips I couldn’t shut up about the feeling.” He says while gazing into your eyes with the utmost affection. You giggle.

“You want to fuck me so bad you look stupid.” You say softly, while smiling that devilish grin of yours. To this, he giggles too.

“You make me feel stupid. Like a stupid fool that wants to get between your legs.” He says as his warm and comforting lips press against your neck, and you tilt your head back and hum. It was more like a moan, but it felt so melodic to Hendery, he considered it as a hum.

For some reason, Hendery felt extremely cuddly and affectionate today. He lifted your shirt and attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking and tugging it with his teeth gently.

“Fuck, Hendery.” You whine. He switches to your other nipple, and the cold air hitting your now wet and free nipple makes it hard. He detaches his mouth from your nipple and kisses the valley between your breasts, looking up at you, maintaining eye contact. It felt like he was all yours and that he belonged to you in this very moment. You look down and kiss the crown of his head while he nuzzles himself in between your breasts.

“I’m more of an ass guy but your boobs are something else.” He praises. You tug at his hair so he looks you in the eye. Hendery always has something to say that would normally ruin a moment like this, but there’s no seriousness when you’re making out and feeling each other up like this. You guys are companions always, and companions always laugh together. You grin, and litter pecks all over his gorgeous face.

“Hendery?” You ask quietly.

“Yes love?” He responds.

“Make love to me.” You gently say. To that, Hendery whisks you away off the couch and you cling onto him like your life depends on it. Hendery holds you tight while your legs are wrapped around him, and walks through the small hallway to your bedroom.

When he laid you down on the bed, you felt so cared for. When he went down on you and ate you out like you were his last meal, you felt desired. More than desired- you felt loved. He discarded your clothing first and his second. He kissed you deeply while he entered his cock into you. You mewl at the feeling.

He’s thrusting and panting and all you can do is think about how cute he looks when he’s so concentrated on making you feel good. He’s getting sloppy with his thrusts but it always reaches your sweet spot. The lewd sound of skin against skin and the sloshy slick between you and his cum mixing just feels so naughty and dirty.

You felt like a little whore being ravaged like this, but it felt so good you didn’t care. You feel yourself unravel on his cock and all you can do is repeat his name over and over again, and whine loudly for him and only him. You feel him coat your walls with white warm ribbons. He pulls out slowly and you feel his cum and your essence oozing out of you. He swipes his fingers against your hole to gather the cum, and stuck his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on. You hollow out your cheeks and lick and suck. Hendery could just cum again at the sight but you already milked out what’s left of him.

There’s more dripping out of you and he has a taste for himself. He leans down and puts the flat of his tongue against your cunt to clean you up. You being sensitive from the overstimulation, shiver and mewl once again. Hendery can’t help but suck on your clit just to mess with you, because he can. He enters his tongue into your hole and you shake even harder.

“Baby stop please. I can’t take it anymore.” You pant.

He gives your clit one last slow and long lick. He has each elbow on either side of your head to hold his weight and dips down to deliver you a kiss. You can taste yourself, and you could almost drool at just how filthy the whole thing is. You wrap your legs around his torso and Hendery puts all of his weight on top of your body. You stroke his hair while he interlaces one of his hands with your free hand.

You close your eyes and savor the moment. The sun sets slowly and you feel your heart swell.

I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo

I hope the sun doesn’t rise while I keep my eyes closed.

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 1

Love is Unconditional

"The love I have for you is a love that knows no bounds,

In times of joy as well as sadness,

In sickness, & in health,

I will love you as my equal,

And protect you above all else,

I will share with you my truest feelings,

And when you speak, I will listen,

I will catch you when you fall,

And when you soar, I will help you reach your greatest heights."

"Magnus Bane"

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood"

Looking into each other's eyes, they gently held each other's hands and gave them a light squeeze. 

" I am, and will always be, your loving husband." They said in unison.

"It's my honor to pronounce you one". Brother Zachariah said, having a warm smile on his lips.

Magnus and Alec had a bright smile on their faces as they leaned in and locked their lips in a soft kiss, conveying all the emotions and happiness that was built inside their heart.

************************************

'5 Years later'

Soft splatters of drizzle were hitting the glass of the ajar window through which a light cold zephyr was sweeping into the living room, carrying the scent of earthy aroma with them.  Magnus had buried himself in piles of blankets, too lazy to stand up and close the window. 

'Project Runway' was running on the TV screen, but neither of the men was paying attention to it. Magnus was sipping on the hot chocolate while Alec was sitting on the couch next to Magnus's, reading 'Pride and Prejudice' with keen interest but had no blanket around him, just his usual black sweater paired with woolen pajamas.

Magnus glanced a look at his husband, shaking his head in disbelief as to how he was not feeling the prickliness of the cold zephyr. "Aren't you cold?" he asked.

His words fell on deaf ears, as the shadowhunter was deeply lost in the book. "Alexander!?" he asked again but got no reply from his husband. Sighing, he picked up the nearby cushion, aimed at it his husband, and threw it with the intention of hitting him to gain attention but as he was sitting at the edge, lost balance and fell off the couch. 

The mug he was holding fell from his hand and shattered, and the remaining hot chocolate splattered all over the white furry carpet along with Alec's barefoot and trousers. 

.....

Alec had just finished reading chapter 16 and was about to start the next chapter when splatters of burning hot liquid fell on his barefoot, making him wince. He kept his book aside so that he could scold his idiot husband, but pursed his lips and fluttered his lashes then burst into a fit of laughter when he saw the condition his husband was in.

Magnus was tangled in the piles of blankets that were wrapped around him seconds ago, his legs were up in the air, eyes were peeking through the little space between two blankets, and he was trying to stand which was only making him fall back more.

"Stop laughing and help me, you idiot!" Magnus grunted.

"Really now!?" a cute pout formed on Magnus's lips and that was enough for him to melt. He stood up, walked towards him, and outstretched his hand. Magnus held it but to his dismay, pulled him down instead, resulting in him falling just beside the mischievous warlock with a surprised yelp.

"That's what you get for laughing at me, Alexander Lightwood Bane!" Magnus said while laughing uncontrollably. 

"You're insane, Magnus Lightwood Bane!" Alec sighed, then shook his head. "Now use your magic and clean the mess else you're sleeping on the couch."

"You're no fun, Alexander!" Magnus snapped his fingers and within a second everything was cleaned up, then turned on his side and rested his head on Alec's chest.

A comfortable silence fell between them as they cuddled. Television kept playing in the background while the soft drizzles changed into heavy droplets, pounding against the open window. The wind wooshed against the tree branches, making the leaves rumble against each other. Thunder roared somewhere in the distance of the Alicante sky, changing the blackness of the night sky into a dark blue momentarily. 

It was perfect weather for them as they had a day off. They could spend time in each other's arms without caring about fighting demons or handling arrogant clients.

"Alexander...." Magnus whispered and looked up, his chocolate brown eyes gazing into the hazel ones adoringly. A warm smile formed on Alec's lips as he cupped his face from one hand, caressing his cheek gently with the help of his thumb. 

Magnus blinked as he leaned into the touch and his glamor dropped. His cat eyes shined brightly as they gazed into the eyes of each other, conveying thousands of emotions that words couldn't describe. 

Alec was mesmerized by the beauty of his eyes yet again, but right now, he was seeing much more than beauty or love or adoration. Magnus had a worry in his eyes, but he knew why, so he decided to stay silent. He was worried too but was content on solving the problem himself as he couldn't see his husband in pain, even if it meant making sacrifices. 

Magnus meant the world to him, and he couldn't afford to lose the person he loved the most. He only wanted to see happiness in those beautiful golden eyes.

Still holding their gaze, Alec started, leaning in, and brushed his lips against Magnus's. He could feel Magnus's breath over his lips, making him shiver. Softly, he pecked on those plump lips, tasting the hot chocolate and blueberry flavor of his lip balm, then slowly increased the pace, making the kiss deeper and passionate.

Alec cupped Magnus's cheeks and gently caressed them. Then with one finger, he slowly traced every inch of his face while slowly increasing the intensity of their kiss. The need to breathe broke them apart, and they cuddled again while catching their breath.

"That was amazing, Alexander!" Magnus said.

Alec chuckled, then looked at him lovingly. "I love you, Mags."

Magnus smiled warmly, hearing those beautiful words from his husband's mouth. "I love you too, Alexander, and I'm so lucky to have you."

A frown appeared on Alec's forehead, and he tilted his head to look at Magnus's face. "No! I'm really lucky to have you in my life, Magnus Lightwood Bane. I would still be living in the closet, still following the orders of the Clave blindly, if it wouldn't be for you. You changed my life, Magnus, made me the person I'm now. A thank you is never gonna be enough, nothing's gonna be enough for what you have done for me. You've sacrificed so much for me, Magnus, I love you so much."

Magnus looked at him as tears formed in the back of his eyes, even after 5 years, there's so much love and so much passion in those beautiful Hazel eyes. 'He's so perfect, what did I do to deserve him,' he thought.

With the help of shadowhunter speed, Alec twisted them and got on top of Magnus, with their faces being just an inch apart. Gazing into those teary golden eyes, he cupped his face with both hands and, with the help of his thumbs, gently brushed off the tears that were forming on the edge of his eyes.

Leaning in, he locked their lips once again, this time making it more passionate. Their tongues battled for dominance, exploring each other's mouths, which Alec finally won. They kept deepening their kiss while Alec kept running his fingers all over Magnus's arms. The need to breathe broke them apart, and they gazed into the eyes of each other once again. 

Still catching his breath, Alec shifts on Magnus's lap, resulting in their lengths rubbing against each other making both of them hard and a moan escaped from Magnus's throat. A bright smile appeared on Alec's lips listening to that sound, and he leaned down to leave light pecks over his husband's neck while sliding his hand into his forest green woolen t-shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath his cold palms.

"Alexander....." Magnus breathed out.

"Hmm..."

"On the floor?"

"On the floor!"

Before Magnus could say anything else, Alec leaned in for another kiss, capturing those soft lips between his own as his fingers slid into his soft black hair.

'You've sacrificed so much for me, Magnus, always loved me unconditionally. You never asked for anything, always given to others, to me, but I know about your fear. I know what you're worried about, and I'm willing to sacrifice anything to make you happy, to return the unconditional love you have for me, no matter what. I love you and I can't imagine a world without you, even in the afterlife, I'm never letting you go, Magnus, Never.'  Alec thought as he slowly pulled down Magnus's pajamas, ready to shower his husband with immense pleasure.

[mairights]

Hiiii honey!! For the blurb night, what about reader taking off Tom’s make up after a tiring event and doing his whole night routine for him? With a mask and stuff...you know. Thank you honey, kisses! ❤️❤️❤️

edit: 100% forgot to include a lil mask scene i am terribly sorry :,(

tom groans dramatically as the two of you enter the apartment. it’s as if crossing the threshold immediately wipes all traces of the event, in full swing just minutes ago. a quick cab ride took you and a tired tom home just in time for the sun to set. your boyfriend strips of his suit jacket and tosses it over the back of the couch.

“i’m going to bed,” he breathes out, loosening his tie and striding down the hallway. he’s halfway to your bedroom when you, walking after him, speak up.

“with your makeup and stuff on?” you laugh. “baby, you can’t go to sleep with that on.”

tom halts in the middle of the hall. you can’t see his face, but you imagine it’s twisted into a perfect pout with the way his head tilts back. once again, he groans.

“ugh. i do not have the energy for washing my face.”

“you can’t sleep with make-up on, bub.”

measured and slow, you catch up to tom. your arms curl around his waist. the tension in his shoulders somewhat melts. before he can speak again, you press a kiss just beneath his ear and murmur against his skin.

“i c’n do it for you,” you offer. “take it all off.”

a smirk tugs at his lips. “take it all off, hm?”

you scoff, but lack the will to scold him. instead, you kiss his neck again and tighten your arms around him.

“please, babe? don’t want you going to bed all gross.”

the air quiets, if only for a moment. then, tom nods.

“alright, love. do what you will.”

with perhaps and over-excited squeal, you release tom and lead him to the bathroom. his muscles aches with exhaustion and he longs to crawl in bed, but seeing you so happy to do something so simple for him perks him up. he watches you bounce into the bathroom and rummage through the cabinet for skincare with a dazed smile.

“sit over there, yeah?”

tom obliges, walking across the bathroom and plopping down on the edge of the tub. it takes you just another minute to find everything you need. soon, the bathroom counter is lined with jars and bottles to fill your whole routine. tom eyes them with curiousity.

you approach him with a little white jar. when you open it, he finds it contains a smooth, pale green substance you scoop a bit out and then set the product down.

“this’ll take off all the makeup,” you explain simply, rubbing the balm in between your fingers. you then smooth it across his cheeks and forehead, enjoying the way his nose scrunches.

“feels gross,” he comments. “is it oil?”

“yes, silly bug. but it’s a good oil, don’t worry.”

he trusts your word and says nothing more of the product. and truth be told, it feels kinda nice, the way you rub the product into his skin. he can imagine how ridculous he must look, face powder and concealer smeared everywhere, but he doesn’t dwell. he feels safe with you and doesn’t worry about you thinking he looks dumb (well, he does, but you don’t care).

your hands leave his face after a bit to grab a microfiber cloth. tom sighs as you gently drag it across his skin to remove the loosened makeup.

“what next?” he asks when you put the rag down. he watches you squeeze a dollop of gel into your palm and rub your hands together. quietly, he thinks you look like a cute, diabolical mastermind.

“cleanser.”

“didn’t you just clean my face?”

you sigh and put on a playful pout, beginning to massage the wash into his face.

“poor thing, you’re so clueless,” you coo, earning a glare. your facade breaks into giggles.

“sorry. anyway, you gotta double cleanse to make sure your skin’s really clean.”

“hmm, whatever you say.”

the rest of the routine passes in relative silence, with tom’s occasional questions breaking it. you cleanse and tone and massage a serum into his skin with clean, gentle hands. tom marvels at it and tries not to fall asleep. as you’re applying a final moisturizer, sealing in the hydrating product from before, tom’s drifting off from the facial massage he’s been getting. you hate to disturb him, but you know he should sleep in an actual bed, not on a bathtub’s edge. you kiss his forehead and smooth back his pretty curls.

“baby,” you say softly, “baby, i’m all done. you wanna go to bed?”

“mmm,” tom groans, not opening his eyes, “please.”

you suppress a laugh as he rises, barely looking at you while you help him toward the bedroom. you would think he’s drunk if you didn’t know any better, what with how he swerved and leans on you. it takes a bit to coax him out of his formal clothes and into pajamas, so that he won’t sleep in his dress pants and belt, but it happens eventually. he curls under the covers, content and sleepy. but he does pout and reach a hand out when you try to leave.

“come to bed, m’love,” he pleads, squeezing your hand. you squeeze back.

“i gotta get unready, too, tom. but i’ll be right back.”

“but i wanna snuggle you.” his lips curl into a pout.

“i’ll be quick, bub,” you tell him, swinging your joined hands a little. “just really don’t wanna sleep in makeup and these clothes.”

tom sighs, considered your words. he looks perfectly nonplussed.

“i’ll be quick,” you repeat.

“you promise?”

“always.”

and he lets you go, arm falling limp against the mattress. true to your word, you don’t take long— only about ten minutes— but by the time you get back, you realize it wouldn’t have mattered if you took ten minutes or an hour. he’s already asleep.

[thefightingbull]

Christmas Morning

Jason sat on the couch staring at the fireplace. He was letting the flames calm him. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he was scared and the dancing waves of orange and yellow were settling those nerves. He took a small sip of his tea from a Pokemon thermos that he bought at a gas station a while back. The purchase had been made when he had Lian with him.

She had recognized the yellow mouse with her own large, happy green eyes and he couldn’t resist. He’d bought her one of her own and of course grabbed one for Roy, too. He didn’t know why it was so important that he buy items that matched. Maybe he just wanted to feel like he was making an effort to belong. An effort to make sure they all belonged.

With a glance at his watch he smiled. It was nearly eight am. Roy would be waking up. They’d agreed to be up before Lian so that they could witness every reaction she had to walking into the living room and seeing the presents placed beneath the Christmas tree.

They kept her up late the night before to prevent a six am rising from the four year old. They’d watched three different variations of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, the 1994 version of Miracle on 34th Street, the stop motion Christmas specials of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, and The Little Drummer Boy. It had been a fun night.

And yet, even last night, fear settled in his chest just the same.

“Hey, Babe,” Roy greeted with yawn. He was wearing some red and black flannel pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt. “You okay?”

He nodded quickly, more out of habit than any semblance of sincerity. “Yeah I’m great.”

Roy rolled his eyes and sat next to him on the couch. “Don’t lie, Jason,” he ordered before leaning forward and kissing him gently. “Just tell me what’s going on. We don’t want Lian to wake up and you be all moody.”

“I’ll work it out, Roy, don’t worry.”

Roy laughed softly and shook his head. “Jason, we talked about this, remember? We’re married, Babe. That means you’re ass is gonna tell me what is going to tell me what’s eating at you without trying to go it alone.”

He sighed and nodded, though he didn’t feel any better about having to come clean. “I’m afraid of messing all of this up. I’m afraid of being a bad father. I’m afraid of disappointing you and Lian. I’m just… Afraid of losing everything we’ve worked so hard to build together.”

The beautiful red head smiled and then climbed into Jason’s lap to kiss him again. “Jason, Babe, what could you possibly do that would we be so bad that you’d lose us?”

“Roy,”

“No, Jason, I’m serious. What could you do?” Roy asked again. “If you tried to hurt either of us, it’s clearly not you and something else is going on.”

“What if I lose my temper?” Jason asked softly. “What if I…”

His husband didn’t just smile at him. He laughed. Actually laughed. In his face. “You?” Roy continued as he wiped away a tear from his left eye. “You hit a child? Oh wow, Jason… Do you seriously not know yourself?”

“It’s legitimate fear. People often become the things they hate,” he frowned, wishing Roy would take his concerns a little more seriously.

“In what situation could you see yourself,” he paused and looked toward Lian’s room before finishing in a whisper. “hitting Lian? What circumstance could make you, Jason Peter Todd, Gotham’s Patron Saint of the Defenseless, hit your daughter?”

Jason blushed a little as he shrugged. “Guess when you put it like that…”

“I love and trust you, Jason,” Roy asserted. “I love and trust you so much that I didn’t just bet my life and well being on it. I bet Lian’s, too. That’s what you mean to me. That’s how much I believe in you.”

Jason wouldn’t admit that his eyes were burning or that his vision blurred at his husband’s words. Instead he pulled Roy closer and kissed him. He hoped his lips told Roy what his words meant to him, or how much stronger he felt knowing that he was trusted to be a good and decent man. With Roy at his side, he was more than capable of it.

“Daddy?” Lian called as she came into the living room, her thick black hair sticking up in odd angles. One of her pajama legs were pushed midway up her shin, the other at her ankle. Her face was still a little puffy with sleep.

“Hey, Sweetheart, Merry Christmas!” Roy got off Jason and walked over to their little girl and picked her up. “Should we get you some cinnamon rolls for breakfast or skip straight to presents?”

Jason fully expected her to request presents, but she surprised them both when she chose breakfast first. He got off the couch and joined them in the kitchen. He pulled out the skinny tube of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. When he popped it open he got a small giggle out of Lian that felt like a cooling balm against the burns of his own fears.

While Jason got the roll on the cookie sheet, Roy was busy pre-heating the oven and making some hot chocolate for himself and Lian. She quietly spoke of her dreams and how excited she was to see them open gifts she made them in pre-school or how she couldn’t wait to see Daddy’s friends at the tower-place.

“Don’t forget, we’re also going to Wayne Manor later, too.” Roy reminded. “You’ll get to see your Uncle Dick, Tim and Damian.”

“And grandpa Bruce and Alfie!” Lian added excitedly.

Jason listened to his little family discuss extended family. It was such a surreal moment and he for once, the warmth he felt while listening to them managed to drown out the hostile fears of his past. It was only their first Christmas together as a family, and they had so many more to come, but Jason was sure that with these two by his side, he’d become the man he’d always hoped to be.

@garpie64  - Hope you enjoy, sorry I am still new to tumblr and have no idea if I did this right. 

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Skate date (S.M.)

Summary: Shawn takes you out on a date.

Warnings: FLUFF and some swearing

Word count: 1770

Winter came around, more ferocious than any you've ever experienced. Everyone told you that moving to Canada comes with snow that could completely cover you with it's height and you always took it as a joke. Boy were you wrong.

„Come on babe! I wanna take you somewhere!“ Shawn whined pulling at your hand to get you off the couch and out of your protective blanket fort.

„No. Blanky. Warm. Come.“ You mumbled, pulling him as well, but your boyfriend was twice your size and definitely had you beat in the strength department. In one swift tug he had you in his arms. He wrapped those warm arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head, lightly swaying you with a small hum leaving his pink lips. You didn't bother fighting it, relaxing in his embrace, letting yourself get lost in the way his heart thumped faster and just a little louder whenever you were near him. He once said his heart never sits still with you around and so far he has been nothing but truthful. It made you proud of yourself, doing wonders for your confidence, because when you can make a guy like Shawn Mendes feel like a school boy with nothing but your presence, what more could you ever need?

„Do you wanna go in your pajamas, or should I let you get dressed?“ He questioned cheekily and you smiled back at his insistence. Whenever he was home, he always took you to new places just to make sure you got to know your surroundings. You've only lived in Toronto for two months now, but Shawn knew you had a slight problem with adapting to your new living arrangements. Not the apartment or him itself, but moving to a different continent just to be near him. So, he made sure you felt welcomed and had things to do when he wasn't around. You knew he felt bad uprooting your from your family and friends which is why you were with him during tour for as long as you could, but you wanted this, him. It didn't bother you as much as he felt guilty over the whole deal. Shawn was someone you knew would leave a big mark on your life and it didn't hurt to try and make it work. Moving wasn't a problem, as long as you had him. And Shawn definitely didn't let you forget you did in fact have him.

„Lemme just put something on. If I'm not down in five, I fell asleep.“ You joked, giving him a light peck on his jaw before walking away, turning back to look at the man who had trouble tearing his eyes from you as well. You put on some warm leggings and a long jumper, ankle high boots and a winter coat over the ensemble. You decided against make up, putting on a thick layer of lip balm instead.

„You awake?“ His voice came from behind you and a smile instantly found its way to your lips.

„I'm ready.“ You ran out of the bathroom and his jaw dropped.

„What?“ You asked self consciously and he shook his head lightly, his lips still parted.

„You're gorgeous.“ He stated and you chuckled.

„I have zero make up on.“ You retorted and his lips spread into a wide grin.

„I don't care. You're stunning. I'm so lucky.“ He pulled you in for a soft kiss, smiling into it which was your favorite thing. That moment his lips smile against yours always made your heart flutter and mind go into a frenzy.

„I'm the lucky one. Even if you're leading me into certain death.“ You raised an eyebrow and he looked at you with confusion written on his face. „Have you seen me and my height? I'm a fucking minion! I'm gonna end up swimming through the snow!“ You pointed out and he laughed.

„Well, the driveway is cleaned up and a car is at the very end of it. I will get you safe and sound to our location. Promise.“ He raised his pinky and you hooked yours with his.

Naturally, you tripped on the very first step out of the safety of your apartment building, but thankfully Shawn had mad reflexes and caught you before you hit the ground. He laughed in your face about it, but even that was better than a broken bone so you took it like a champ.

It took a twenty minute drive, but you were soon in front of a huge arena, looking at Shawn who had a coy smile on his face. The way his lips lifted upward. The way his one dimple crinkles. The way his teeth are perfectly aligned. The warm glow his happiness gives. His smile is a ray of sunshine, and here you were, in the middle of the winter, sunburn.

With his hand in your own, fingers intertwined, you made your way inside and with one look at it you knew why he brought you here.

„Skating?“ You gasped as he stood before you with his hands spread out. You looked around, your eyes stopping at him every time until a laugh made its way to the surface. It was a brief outburst of laughter quickly brought under control.

„You do realize I'm a klutz? Right? We're gonna need an ambulance on standby.“ You pointed out and he rolled his eyes playfully before holding out his hand for you to take.

„I won't let you fall. Promise.“ He always said promise whenever he spoke to you. It gave you a certain warmth to hear those words and the way they left his lips so effortlessly made you all fluffy inside. He promised you his heart would always race with your proximity, he promised he'll never stop losing his breath when he sees you looking back at him, he promised never to stop holding your hand or opening your door. He promised never to get used to you and so far he had delivered without a doubt on every promise he has made.

„Get me some skates.“ You took his hand without a question, enjoying the reappearance of his smile once more. You put them on, while Shawn was already doing a few laps in the rink. You carefully stood up, feeling a little uneasy already, your balance completely off. Shawn noticed and made his way to you the blink of an eye, both his hands waiting for yours to hold. With a slight huff, you took the security he offered and in one step you were on the ice. Your legs wobbled a little like a newborn deer and he chuckled at your uncertainty.

„Stop laughing!“ You shout, grabbing at his shoulders to stop yourself from falling.

„I can't! This is the first thing you can't do! I was beginning to think you're not human!“ He exclaimed and you sighed, exasperated.

„I never had a chance to skate! Okay?! You saw where I was from. I'm not graceful off the ice either.“ You muttered and he put a finger on your chin, lifting it so he could look into your eyes.

„You're still perfect to me. Don't stress yourself out, okay? I'll help you out.“ He said and you nodded in acknowledgement. His cheeks were bright pink, making him more adorable than before and you melt at the sight tuning out his instructions to keep yourself on your feet instead of the ice.

He showed you how to move and keep up, no fancy moves just to make sure you don't break your legs in the process. You told him to let go, so you could try yourself, which didn't quite go as planned. You were slamming the edges of your blades against the ice, while Shawn was scratching the delicate surface, gliding around you, emerging from all sides of the rink making your scream out in frustration.

„Stop doing that! It freaks me out!“ He laughed wholeheartedly in response while your knees bent a little to prevent a face plant on the ice beneath your feet. Without a warning Shawn had his hands around your waist, pulling you up with him.

„Let me do all the work.“ He whispered in your ear and you let him lead the way. He held onto you tightly while he skated circles around the rink with you in hand. You could hear the faint thumping of your own heartbeat pulsing inside your chest, fear melting away and adrenaline taking place. It felt like you were flying, free as a bird, safe as long as his arms were around you. It was one of those moments that engrave themselves in your neurons, forever staying in your memory, something to replay when things get bad.

Once you were back in the car, you rubbed his hands in an attempt to warm him up while he huffed over yours in return. You were giggling like two children, your forehead resting on his, lips only inches apart.

„You gave me a happy memory for Expecto Patronum“, you spoke and his lips stretched into a smile.

„Glad to be of service.“ His lips found yours, the kiss melting away the world around you. It was slow and soft, comforting. He pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at your grant of access, delved inside your mouth turning the kiss sloppy. His breathing quickened as did yours. He began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses, so faint, they were whispers. When you broke apart for air, you rested your forehead against his and gathered some much needed oxygen. His smirk told you everything and you smiled back, sinking into his hold.

„My happiest memory was our first night in the apartment. You and I slow dancing at 3 am, drunk on wine and hopes for the future. You were glowing and I was terrified you'd change your mind any moment and leave my sorry ass. I can't explain how better my life is with you in it. I thank whoever sent you my way every morning, every time we kiss, every night as you curl up next to me, my arms around you. Every breath you take makes me thankful. I love you.“ Shawn kissed your forehead and you wiped a happy tear from your cheek. You turn to him and leave a small kiss on the back of his hand.

„I never regretted moving here. I'm with you till the end of the line. I love you so much it hurts. It consumes me completely and I am a willing victim. Yours forever no matter what.“

[mommy-may-i-blog]

Home Away

As I said in my previous post we are having this baby back in our hometown so if I forget something that I need it becomes more of an inconvenience to have to get it. Driving back home for it is not only a waste of time and gas but also just simply annoying. Whereas if we run out and buy it because I forgot it then it becomes a waste of money because I already have it just at home. So with out anymore moaning and groaning, here is what I am packing in my hospital bag.

Standard Supplies

There are things I think every woman needs when headed to the hospital to have a baby...and I am no different. Comfy pajamas are a must in my opinion. I am not the type of person who can just sit in a hospital gown the whole time I am there, so once I get the okay I change into something I am more comfortable in. I think this is because I hate being in clothes many other people have worn many of times longer than I have to. This go around I am just going to bring a pair of basket ball shorts since Blake has gotten me two things that will work for this category (keep reading to find out what those are).

Another obvious is a going home outfit. For this I suggest something with and elastic band (avoid jeans) ie; yoga pants, leggings, or gym shorts. I am going the route of comfy pants and a shirt. These pants are nice and baggy, as well as being thin so I won't be uncomfortable. I wouldn’t suggest these exact pants if you are getting a c-section because the waist band isn’t the most comforting thing, not that I even remember where I got them anyway.

Nonslip socks and/or slippers are a must, unless you enjoy getting free stuff from the hospital. (Most) Hospitals require that you have nonslip socks or slippers on when you are walking around. Some of you may be thinking theres no way in hell you are going to be up moving around but if your labor is taking a zillion hours theres no way you are going to be sitting in bed the whole time, your nurses will probably encourage you to get up and more around anyway. Another good reason is incase your little one winds up in NICU and you have to walk to go visit them. With that said I got these awesome socks from amazon and I think they're hilarious.

Oh! Here’s an after thought for you... When you're pushing do your really want a bunch of people touching your bare feet? Imagine even having your bare feet in those stir-ups that so many people have touched. No thanks.

Finally lets talk underwear. Once you get to leave those (amazing) mesh underwear you get in the hospital you are going to want something comfy down there. I suggest getting some Fruit of the Loom granny panties a size larger than what you would normally get. Getting a size bigger will not only be more comfortable during your recovery time but will also hold your postpartum pads much easier. Whatever you do, do not go out and get a bunch of Victoria Secret underwear no matter how good the sale is. These underwear you are getting have a 90% chance of getting ruined, I’m just trying to save you from wasting the money.

Princess Products

This section is going to be filled with stuff most people would think I was weird for bringing, but I’m doing it anyway.

Since I am an advocate for breast feeding I am obviously packing all of my breast feeding products, such as; nursing bra, breast pads, and a breast pump. I am bringing a nursing bra not only for when people are around to visit but also for going home incase we stop anywhere before getting to our house. Breast pads are honestly something I think every should bring whether or not you are breast feeding because your body will still produce and leak milk in the beginning. Fun Fact: if you get the reusable pads (even if you're not BFing) you care wear them and put them under the sheet of where baby sleeps and it will help comfort them while they sleep because they will have your scent with them. Lastly I am bringing my own breast pump only because I don’t respond to Medela pumps which is what my hospital provides.

Blake got me these hospital gown type “dresses” and I am going to bring one if not both of them. I am not sure if my hospital lets moms wear their own gowns but these are made for labor, delivery, and nursing so I am taking them for at least the nursing aspect of them. I am also bringing my phone and charger, but who wouldn’t. Another “silly” thing I am bringing is my make up for self confidence reasons. I know people are going to say that I don’t need to worry about it but I hate looking back at pictures of me from when Dexter was born because I look like I’d been hit by a truck and on extremely heavy medications. Since neither of which were true it means thats what I really looked like and I hate it. So to combat those feelings I am bringing my make up, this will help me stop thinking about what I look like and be more focused on our growing family. 

Lastly, I am bringing snacks. The hospital does provide you with breakfast, lunch, and dinner for all the times you are there which is great, however sometimes the options you are given are not the best or the portion size is extremely small. With all that being said I am just bringing some breast feeding friendly snacks like Clif bars and my big water bottle. I plan on picking up a bigger water bottle if I have time but for now this is the one I plan on using. The hospital will give me water all day long, plus I will have a bathroom attached to our room, but I drink A LOT of water and even more when I’m nursing so having a large bottle with me to constantly fill up just makes life a little easier.

Terrific Toiletries

I got this little bag in my Amazon welcome baby box and it is the perfect size for all the toiletries I am packing. Some obvious things I am taking with me is my tooth care things, if you don’t have a lot of room I suggest getting travel size tooth paste but this bag is pretty spacious so I’m not too worried. As for my hair I am bringing my hair brush, hair ties, headbands, and travel size shampoo and conditioner. The hair brush is obvious, you gotta brush your hair or you look like a mess and not a hot one either. Hair ties and headbands are helpful for delivery because there is nothing more annoying  than having hair in your face while you are trying to push out a freaking baby. Getting travel size shampoo and conditioner because it takes up less space in my bag but also because Blake is going to want to take a shower where ever he and Dexter end up staying and we share shampoo and conditioner. I am not bringing body wash because the hospital provides a body wash that helps keeps your newly tortured lady bits clean and healthy. Finally I am also bringing lip balm and over night period pads. Lip balm is for during delivery because the breathing you do while pushing dries your lips out so fast. I currently have this EOS stick but I would prefer a basic carmex stick because it is my favorite. I suggest a stick chapstick, not the liquid, because then your partner or whomever is with you can assist with the application when you’re exhausted. Lastly the big pads are for going home just in case I run out of the pads from the hospital and don’t end up getting anymore from them.

Mama Tip: Before you are close to be discharged pack up what you have left of the bathroom stuff the hospital gives you like the pads, underwear, and witch hazel pads (and the baby diapers). Then tell them that you need more because whatever you use in your room you get to take home and those things are amazing once you’re home.

[bookish-honey]

1: Top 3 ice cream flavors

-Dutch chocolate

-Strawberry

-Cookies over Texas

2: Top 3 Disney Movies

-Big Hero 6

-Treasure Planet

-Beauty and the Beast

3: Top 3 vacation destinations

-Venice 

-Croatia

-Madagascar

4: Top 3 places to shop

-H&M

-World Market

-Target

5: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take

-Frauds, Myths, & Mysteries

-Death and Dying

-Maya Civilizatons

6: Top 3 make up products

-Eyeliner

-Mascara

-Lip scrub

7: Top 3 music artists

-Of Monsters and Men

-Panic! At the Disco

-AJR

8: Top 3 spices/herbs

-Basil

-Paprika

-Thyme

9: Top 3 drinks

-Tea

-Coffee

-Whiskey

10: Top 3 apps to use

-Snapchat (@red_poptarts)

-Twitter (@lamepersonality)

-Tumblr (@lamepersonality)

11: Top 3 months of the year

-November

-February

-April

12: Top 3 clothing items

-Skinny jeans

-Pajama pants

-Yoga pants

13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows

-Stranger Things

-Fruits Basket

-Ouran High School Host Club

14: Top 3 romantic dates

-Stargazing

-Book shops

-Hiking

15: Top 3 kinds of flower

-Pink roses

-Sunflowers

-Carnations

16: Top 3 christmas movies

-The Polar Express

-The Grinch

-National Lampoons Christmas Vacation

18: Top 3 quotes to describe your life

-”I think, therefore I am”

-”Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortillaaa”

-”Memento mori”

19: Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself

-Skeptical

-A good listener

-Stand up for what I believe in

20: Top 3 kinds of candy

-KitKats

-Sourpunch straws

-Gummi bears

21: Top 3 ways to exercise/ be active

-Hiking

-Jogging

-Swimming

23: Top 3 petnames

-Bug

-Dumb bitch

-Love

24: Top 3 books read outside of school

-LOTR Trilogy

-Pride and Prejudice

- Harry Potter

25: Top 3 most used websites

-Blackboard

-Tumblr

-Hulu

26: Top 3 people you last texted

-Adam

-Jess

-Bee

27: Top 3 hashtags you use

-#hashtag

-#photography

-#flowers

29: Top 3 guilty pleasures

-Romantic comedies

-Baking bread

-Writing

30: Top 3 summer activities

-Reading

-Sleeping

-Adventures

31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle

-Flowers

-Chibis

-Dinosaurs

32: Top 3 aesthetics

-Indie hippie chick

-Masculine women

-Cute bookish nerd

33: Top 3 things you’d buy if you gained three million dollars

-Stuff for my mom

-Polaroid film

-Probably a cafe

34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself

-Buying film for my polaroid cameras

-Baking

-Buying clothes

36: Top 3 books from your childhood

-Junie B. Jones

-Captain Underpants

-Nancy Drew

38: Top 3 scents

-Roses

-Lavender

-Honeysuckle

40: Top 3 cupcake flavors

-Lemon

-Strawberry

-Red Velvet

41: Top 3 fruits

-Strawberries

-Oranges

-Apples

42: Top 3 places you’ve had amazing pizza from

-The Mellow Mushroom

-Brooklyn Pizzaria

-......Dominos

44: Top 3 crayola colors

-Green

-Blue

-Green

45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college

-Get a fucking social life

-Honors college

-Study abroad

46: Top 3 fanfictions you’ve read

-My immortal

47: Top 3 people you miss right now

-Jess

-Bee

-Adam

48: Top 3 fears

-Needles

-Falling

-Wasps bro 

49: Top 3 favorite literary devices

-Irony

-Foreshadowing

-Metaphor

50: Top 3 pet peeves

-Loud chewing

-Loud phone conversations

-PDA

51: Top 3 physical things you find attractive

-Facial hair

-Forearms

-Thighs

52: Top 3 bad habits

-I bite my tongue

-I press down on bruises

-Always emotionally unavailable 

53: Top 3 pets you’ve had/wish to have

-Cat

-Cockerspaniel

-Golden retriever

54: Top 3 types of foreign food

-Sushi

-Gyro

-Ramen

55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime

-Get out of me and get out of my house

-You may touch it, but only once

-It’s because you always on that damn phone

57: Top 3 cheesy romance movies

-Never Been Kissed

-27 Dresses

-Your Name

58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak

-Arabic

-Greek

-Russian

59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television)

-Jane the Virgin

-Reign

-The Flash

60: Top 3 pizza toppings

-Pineapple

-Spinach

-Banana peppers

61: Top 3 youtubers you’re subscribed to

-Jacksfilms

62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas

-A compass tattoo

-World map tattoo

-Nipple piercings

63: Top 3 awards you want to win

-any will do. I crave validation

70: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors

-Pineapple mango

-Blueberry pineapple

-Strawberry blueberry 

71: Top 3 songs of this month

-Don’t threaten me with a good time

-I see fire

-Goodbye, Goodnight

74: Top 3 Cities you want to see

-New York

-London

-Venice

76: Top 3 dream jobs

-Archaeologist

-Cultural Anthropologist

-Ethnoarchaeologist 

77: Top 3 lucky items

-A fossil my boyfriend gave me

-A ladybug my best friend gave me

-Jess Copeland

78: Top 3 traditions you have

-A good luck shot before doing something anxiety inducting

-Wishes at 11:11

-Tasting all of the sides before tasting the main dish

79: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid

-No bills

-Having friends

-Not worrying about my mother

80: Top 3 harry potter characters

-Luna Lovegood

-Fred and George

-Professor McGonagall 

81: Top 3 lies you were told

-The seeds will make a tree grow in your stomach

-20 year olds are adults

-Life get’s easier

82: Top 3 pictures in your camera roll right now

-My cat

-Some roses

-Adam

86: Top 3 things you wish you had known earlier

-How rain predictions work

-That I was going to be anxiety ridden for forever

-That my mom would come to rely on me for everything

87: Top 3 spongebob episodes

-Band Geeks

-The Krusty Krab Pizza

-The Worm

91: Top 3 meals you love

-Poke

-Sushi

-Enchiladas 

92: Top 3 kinds of tea

-Blueberry

-Sleepytime

-Raspberry Hibiscus 

94: Top 3 holidays to celebrate

-Easter

-Independence Day

-New Year’s Eve

95: Top 3 things to do in the rain

-Cry

-Dance

-Walk

97: Top 3 items you can’t leave the house w/o

-Phone

-Lip balm

-A pen

98: Top 3 movies you’d like to see

-A star is born

-The shining

-Eragon

99: Top 3 art mediums

-Clay

-Ribbon

-Glass

102: Top 3 things you don’t/Won’t miss

-High school

-People

-Not having glasses

103: Top 3 pick up lines

-Ayy what that mouth do?

-u hotter than the bottom of my laptop

-Can I take you to a respectful dinner?

105: Top 3 taylor swift songs

-Clean

-I Know Places

-Shake it Off

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He got me into clean pajamas and tucked me in on the couch. Then he washed my pajamas and cleaned up and bleached the bathroom.He even bought me a new pair of slippers since I ruined mine (we washed them, they still smelled like crap so we tossed them) a few days later.I married him. Only someone who really loves you would literally put up with your shit. I personally use setting powder under my eyes and smile lines then setting spray all over. However if I going out and want my make up to last the war, then I set everything with powder then setting spray. I just feel like the setting spray "melts" everything together and 구미출장샵 it doesn leave me with a powdery finish. Still, I search on ebay in hopes I come across one soon. I also really like the Revlon scented lip balms. The Tony Moly peach balm was 구미출장샵 not only cute, but smelled so good oml. An 18 year old has 2 years of brain development and life experience over their 16 year old former self. So yes, the same person at 16 and 18 might very well have different understandings of a great many things, as would they between 14 and 16 or 18 and 20. But that isn the point. I am terrified of sharks. I mean absolutely terrified. The thought of walking through this tunnel was freaking me out to the point where I was already hyperventilating and trying not to cry. After Cyrus, grab Therion as your second member. His stealing ability will get you good gear without breaking the bank. He the only one who can open locked chests even a secondary job Thief can do it. Not to mention she was the farthest thing from a Native American, they were offensive and racist so they had to go. It became exhausting trying to keep up with what wasn't offensive or not, the right things to say. How to act. I've always had a fast metabolism (my parents are both smaller people, my dad has a light speed metabolism) and have always been on the petite side, but I was never technically underweight until I started having thyroid problems. At first I was diagnosed hyper and then they changed it to hypo. I can barely maintain 109lbs.. I do think that using a totally different system for categorizing body types can be helpful in refining how we think about our bodies, even in the context of the more familiar fruit system. It helpful to see our attention being draw to other aspects than just bust / waist / hip, not least because those are body parts that tend to accumulate a lot of hang ups. Focusing on the shoulders, hands, limbs, and taking the face into account might help people realize the limitations of the useful, but very limited fruit system. South facing windows are usually the windows that succulents prefer but sometimes they don get enough light. I wouldn pluck the leaves.Slowly adjust it up to full sun. Add about 30 minutes of extra direct light (preferably gentle morning sun) every few days until you are up to full sun. I believed for a long time that I had seen a ghost. I was about 11 and I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a dark figure standing over me. I couldn move or make sound or anything which was terrifying. Where did this "paler skin = better" mentality come from? We were colonized by the Dutch for 300 years so that definitely plays into it but in terms of modern Indonesian women (and a growing number of men) I think it's influenced more by modern pop culture which is Hollywood, K Pop K Drama. Our celebrities are often so photoshopped to look lighter (read fairer) than they actually are. I have a friend whose husband runs a wedding photo studio and she said many clients have asked to be photoshopped to look fairer.

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Noh Mask: Chapter 3

Cover made by a friend Pairing: Shinsuka (Shinsuke Nakamura x Asuka) Author’s Notes: Arigatō gozaimasu – Thank you very much (formal) Oyasumi nasai – Goodnight Oki o tsukete – Take care (can also be used when saying goodnight) Honto ni gomen ne. Moushi wakenai – I am really sorry. I feel terrible. Ohayou – Goodmorning. Domo – Thank you (casual) Please let me know if any of these are incorrect and I will fix them!

When they arrived at the hotel Asuka thanked Shinsuke for the wonderful dinner as well as bid him goodnight.

Before she could take her leave of him in the lobby he swiftly grinned in that sheepish manner again.

"What is it now?"

"I wasn't able to book my room, remember?" he explained, one large hand twirling his ponytail almost nervously.

He wanted to share her room with her?

If she thought her face was red before, she felt like it was a furnace now.

She had seen him half naked before on several occasions since they were both signed to NXT around the same time (okay she had only seen him without a top). Of course the man was attractive. But she never batted a lash about it then.

So why now was she so aware of him to the extent that it affected her like this?

In an attempt to appear more irritable to mask her shyness, she blew a lock from her face with the breath she had been holding since he had made his inquiry.

"You can sleep on the couch," she said, trusting her voice to sound steady.

Shinsuke bowed deeply, adding an enthusiastic, "Arigatō gozaimasu~"

Up in her single room they took turns using the bathroom to get cleaned up and changed for bed. She had intended on wearing her usual sleeping shorts and tank top, but now that she was sharing space with a man, she decided on some pajama pants and a loose-fitting t-shirt she had packed.

Her roommate was dressed equally as modest in a simple pair of sweat pants and a shirt of his own.

They were in the middle of some relaxed small talk, her from her bed and Shinsuke from his spot on the the couch, when Asuka felt that dreaded rain cloud rear its ugly head again. Its sudden reemergence seemed to drain her completely of what energy her time with the man at the other side of the room had given her. She felt so very heavy and tired.

Slipping on the remnants of her noh-smile, she stretched, yawned, and told him that she was growing tired. He readily agreed that the hour was getting late and that they should get their rest.

"Oyasumi nasai," she said, switching off her bedside lamp.

Shinsuke plunged the rest of the room into darkness. "Oki o tsukete."

Cocooned as she was in her blankets and tired as she felt, she expected sleep to overtake her fast.

It didn't.

No, something else overtook her and before she knew it and could stop herself, she was crying.

It began with hot, silent tears then devolved into uncontrollable sobbing.

Looking through bleary eyes she dimly realized a light had been turned on. There was a fast rustling of fabric and the patter of hurried steps.

She faintly felt a hand on her shoulder through the padding of the comforter.

"Asuka," Shinsuke shook her gently yet insistently, "Asuka!"

Her only response was to sob harder and curl into herself.

What was wrong with her?

Why was she acting like a complete mess and in front of Shinsuke? She thought she had escaped her personal rain cloud, but now it was embodying itself through her with this outburst.

And she couldn't even understand why.

Surely her roommate thought she was being a complete idiot. That thought only made her crying all the more distraught.

Shinsuke made a sound, maybe he said "Ah," as though in some comprehension – but she couldn't be sure when she couldn't get a grip on her own awareness – then he scooped her up, blanket and all, and hugged her against his chest like a small child.

"W-What are you doing?" she managed to sputter between sobs, her head the only part of her body free from confines of the comforter.

He held her tighter, dropping a barely-there kiss to her temple before pressing his cheek there.

"Comforting the sushi roll."

She hiccupped, "S-Sushi r-roll?"

"Well…that's what my father had called it when I was little and needed comforting." he clarified, hand now stroking her hair soothingly. "He'd wrap me up in my blanket, just like a sushi roll, and hold me. No matter how big the problem, I always felt better."

Asuka let this little peek into his life sink in, imagining this steadfast man as a small boy in need of some consoling.

She immediately ceased fighting against it in both mind and body and let him hold her. Her face came to a rest face against the crook of his neck. He smelled of pine and the ocean.

The solidity of his body against hers, strong arms holding her so tenderly, the calming scent that clung to him, they all served as a balm to her weeping soul. Soon her sobs settled down into soft sniffles.

Her misery was receding, and yet, she couldn't forget the sad wistful tone with which Shinsuke spoke of his father.

"Your father," she asked tentatively when she was finally able to again speak with a semblance of coherence. "Is he…?"

Shinsuke's head shifted against hers in a silent nod.

She suddenly felt incredibly bad for prying. "Honto ni gomen ne. Moushi wakenai."

This time his head shook in the negative. "Don't worry about it," he assured. He shifted her so they were more eye to eye. "The pain doesn't go away," he gave a small smile, "but it does ease a little with time."

A quiver began in Asuka's lower lip and she felt her eyes mist over anew with sorrow. Sorrow not for herself, but sorrow for this man and what was taken from him too soon.

"Really, Asuka, I am—" he started.

She shushed him, moving around in his arms and rearranging the blanket. "Get in the sushi roll with me, Shinsuke."

He opened his mouth as though to protest, then closed it. When she raised an eyebrow at him he silently relented and climbed inside the blanket with her. She wrapped it around them both and hugged his large, gangly frame as best she could manage with her diminutive one.

Shinsuke was stiff in her arms at first but gradually relaxed against her, letting her in enough to display his own vulnerability. His chest released a deep breath as though he had been holding it for a very long time, perhaps in some measure, an eternity.

"Domo," he whispered so sincerely it ached her heart.

She could only brush her fingers along the side of his face, breathe the same words in return and hope that they meant as much to him as his thanks did to her.

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NOW~ G-DRAGON Series PT.2

Genre:Smut/Angst

Rated: NC-17

Pairing:GD X READER

Wordcount:4,883

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I’m thankful when Jiyong finally leaves so Hyuna and I can discuss the party. I need more details to ease my nerves, and having him around is no help at all.

“Where is the party? Is it within walking distance?” I ask her, trying to sound calm as I align my books neatly on the shelf.

“Technically, it’s a frat party, at one of the biggest frat houses here.” Her mouth is wide open as she layers more mascara onto her lashes. “It’s off campus, so we won’t be walking but Hoseok will pick us up.”

I’m grateful it won’t be Jiyong, even though I know he will be there. Somehow riding with him seems unbearable. Why is he so rude? If anything, he should be grateful that I’m not judging him for the way he has destroyed his body with holes and tattoos. Okay, maybe I am judging him a little, but not to his face. I’m at least polite about our differences. In my home, tattoos and piercings are not a normal thing. I always had to have my hair combed, my eyebrows plucked, and my clothes clean and ironed. It’s just the way it is.

“Did you hear me?” Hyuna says and interrupts my thoughts.

“I’m sorry . . . what?” I hadn’t realized my mind had wandered to the rude boy.

“I said let’s get ready—you can help me pick my outfit,” she says. The dresses she picks out are so inappropriate that I keep looking around for a hidden camera and someone to jump out and tell me this is all a joke. I cringe at each one and she laughs, obviously finding my distaste humorous.

The dress—no, piece of scrap material—she chooses is a black fishnet, which lets her red bra show through. The only thing keeping her from showing her entire body is a solid black slip. The dress barely reaches the tops of her thighs and she keeps tugging the material up to reveal more leg, then back down to reveal more cleavage. The heels of her shoes are at least four inches tall. Her flaming red hair is pulled into a wild bun with curls escaping down to her shoulders and her eyes are lined with blue and black liner, somehow even more eyeliner than she had on before.

“Did your tattoos hurt?” I ask her as I pull out my favorite maroon dress.

“The first one sort of did, but not as bad as you would think. It’s almost like a bee stinging you over and over,” she says with a shrug.

“That sounds terrible,” I tell her and she laughs. It occurs to me that she probably finds me as strange as I find her. That we’re both unfamiliar with each other is oddly comforting.

She gapes at my dress. “You’re not really wearing that, are you?”

My hand slides over the fabric. This is my nicest dress, my favorite dress, and it’s not like I really have all that many. “What is wrong with my dress?” I ask, trying to hide how offended I am. The maroon material is soft but sturdy, the same material business suits are made of. The collar goes up to my neck and the sleeves are three-quarter length, hitting just under my elbows.

“Nothing . . . it’s just so . . . long?” she says.

“It’s barely below my knee.” I can’t tell if she can see I’m offended or not, but for some reason I don’t want her to know this about me.

“It’s pretty. I just think it’s a little too formal for a party. You could borrow something of mine?” she says in all sincerity. I cringe at the idea of trying to squeeze into one of her tiny dresses.

“Thanks, Hyuna. I’m fine wearing this, though,” I say and plug in my curling iron.

Later, when my hair is perfectly curled and lying down my back, I push two bobby pins in, one on each side to keep it out of my face.

“Do you want to use some of my makeup?” Steph asks, and I look in the mirror again.

My eyes always look a little too large for my face, but I prefer to wear minimal makeup and usually just put on a little mascara and lip balm.

“Maybe a little eyeliner?” I say, still unsure.

With a smile, she hands me three pencils: one purple, one black, and one brown. I roll them around in my fingers, deciding between the black and brown.

“The purple will look great with your eyes,” she says, and I smile but shake my head. “Your eyes are so unique—want to trade?” she jokes.

But Steph has beautiful green eyes; why would she even joke about trading with me? I take the black pencil and draw the thinnest possible line around both eyes, earning a proud smile from Hyuna.

Her phone buzzes and she grabs her purse. “Hoseok’s here,” she says. I grab my purse, smooth my dress, and slip on my flat, white Toms, which she eyes but doesn’t comment on.

Nate is waiting out front of the building, heavy rock music blaring out of his car’s rolled-down windows. I can’t help but glance around to see everyone staring. I keep my head down and just as I look up, I see Jiyong lean up in the front seat. He must have been bending down. Ugh.

“Ladies,” Nate greets us.

Jiyong glares at me as I climb in behind Steph and end up getting stuck sitting directly behind him. “You do know that we are going to a party, not a church, right, Y/F/N?” he says, and I glance at the side mirror and find a smirk across his face.

“Please don’t call me Y/F/N. I prefer Y/N,” I warn him. How does he even know that’s my name? Theresa reminds me of my father, and I would rather not hear it.

“Sure thing, Y/F/N.”

I lean back against my seat and roll my eyes. I choose not to banter back and forth with him; it’s not worth my time.

I stare out the window, trying to drown out the loud music as we drive. Finally, Nate parks on the side of a busy street lined with large, seemingly identical houses. Painted in black letters is the name of the fraternity, but I can’t make out the words because of the overgrown vines sneaking up the side of the massive house in front of us. Messy strings of toilet paper sprawl up the white house, and the noise coming from inside adds to the stereotypical frat house theme.

“It’s so big; how many people will be here?” I gulp. The lawn is full of people holding red cups, some of them dancing, right there on the lawn. I’m way out of my league here.

“A full house, hurry up,” Jiyong responds and gets out of the car, slamming the car door behind him. From the backseat, I watch as multiple people high-five and shake Nate’s hand, ignoring Hardin. What surprises me is that no one else that I see is covered in tattoos like he, Nate, and Steph are. Maybe I can make some friends here tonight after all.

“Coming?” Hyuna says with a smile and pops open her door and hops out.

I nod, mostly to myself, as I climb out of the car, making sure to smooth my dress again.

Jiyong has already disappeared into the house, which is great because maybe I won’t see him again for the rest of the night. Considering the number of people crammed into this place, I probably won’t. I follow Hyuna and Nate into the crowded living room and am handed a red cup. I turn to decline with a polite “No, thank you,” but it’s too late and I don’t have a clue who gave it to me. I put the cup on the counter and continue to walk through the house with them. We stop walking when we reach a group of people crowded on and around a couch. I assume they are friends with Steph, given their appearance. They are all tattooed like her, and sitting in a row on the couch. Unfortunately, Jiyong is on the right arm of the couch, but I avoid looking at him as Hyuna introduces me to the group.

“This is Y/N, my roommate. She just got here yesterday so I figured I would show her a good time for her first weekend at SCU,” she explains.

One by one they nod or smile at me. All of them seem so friendly, except Jiyong, of course. A very attractive boy with olive-toned skin reaches out his hand and shakes mine. His hands are slightly cold from the drink he was holding, but his smile is warm. The light reflects off his mouth, and I think I spot a piece of metal on his tongue, but he closes his mouth too quickly for me to be sure.

“I’m Daesung. What’s your major?” he asks me. I notice his eyes travel down my bulky dress and he smiles a little but doesn’t say anything.

“I’m an English major,” I say proudly, smiling. Jiyong snorts but I ignore him.

“Awesome,” he says. “I’m into flowers.” Daesung laughs and I return one.

Flowers? What does that even mean?

“Want a drink?” he asks before I can inquire further about flowers.

“Oh, no. I don’t drink,” I tell him and he tries to hide his smile.

“Leave it to Hyuna to bring Little Miss Priss to a party,” a tiny girl with pink hair says under her breath.

I pretend not to hear her so I can avoid any kind of confrontation. Miss Priss? I’m in no way “prissy,” but I have worked and studied hard to get where I am, and since my father left us my mother has worked her entire life to make sure I have a good future.

“I’m going to get some air,” I say and turn to walk away. I need to avoid party drama at all costs. I don’t need to make any enemies when I don’t have any friends to begin with.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Hyuna calls after me.

I shake my head and make my way to the door. I knew I shouldn’t have come. I should be in my pajamas curled up with a novel right now. I could be Skyping with Hoseok, whom I miss terribly. Even sleeping would be better than sitting outside this dreadful party with a bunch of drunken strangers. I decide to text Hoseok. I walk to the edge of the yard, since it seems to be the least crowded space.

I miss you. College isn’t very fun so far. I hit send and sit on the stone wall waiting for his reply. A group of drunk girls walk by giggling and stumbling over their own feet.

He responds quickly: Why not? I miss you too, Y/N. I wish I was there with you and I smile at his words.

“Shit, sorry!” a male voice says and a second later I feel cold liquid soak the front of my dress. The guy stumbles and pulls himself up to lean against the low wall. “My bad, really,” he mumbles and sits down.

This party could not get any worse. First that girl called me prissy, and now my dress is soaked with God knows what type of alcohol—and it really smells. Sighing, I pick up my phone and walk inside to find a bathroom. I push my way through the crowded hall and try to open every door on the way, none of them budging. I try not to think about what people are doing in the rooms.

I make my way upstairs and continue my hunt for a bathroom. Finally, one of the doors does open. Unfortunately, it’s not a bathroom. It’s a bedroom, and, even more unfortunate for me, it’s one in which Jiyong is lying across the bed while the pink-haired girl straddles his lap, her mouth covering his.

The girl turns around and looks at me as I try to move my feet, but they just won’t budge. “Can I help you?” she snarks.

Jiyong sits up with her still on his torso. His face is flat—not amused or embarrassed at all. He must do this type of thing all the time. He must be used to being caught in frat houses practically having sex with strange girls.

“Oh . . . no. Sorry, I . . . I’m looking for a bathroom, someone spilled a drink on me,” I quickly explain. This is so uncomfortable. The girl presses her mouth against Jiyong’s neck and I look away. These two seem to be a good match. Both tattooed, and both rude.

“Okay? So go find a bathroom.” She rolls her eyes and I nod, leaving the room. After the door closes I lean my back against it. So far college isn’t fun at all. I just can’t wrap my head around how a party like this could be considered fun. Instead of trying to find a bathroom, I decide to find the kitchen and clean myself off there. The last thing I want to do is open another door and find drunken hormonal college students on top of one another. Again.

The kitchen isn’t too hard to find, but it’s crowded since most of the alcohol supply is in ice buckets on the counter and stacks of pizza boxes fill the countertops. I have to reach around a brunette puking in the sink to grab a paper towel and wet it. As I wipe it over my dress, small white flakes of the cheap paper towel cover the wet spot, making it worse. Frustrated, I groan and lean against the counter.

“Having fun?” Nate asks as he approaches me. I’m relieved to see a familiar face. He smiles sweetly and takes a sip of his drink.

“Not exactly . . . how long do these parties usually last?”

“All night . . . and half the day tomorrow.” He laughs and my mouth drops. When would Steph want to leave? Hopefully soon.

“Wait.” I begin to panic. “Who’s going to drive us back to the dorm?” I ask him, well aware of his bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t know . . . you can drive my car if you want,” he says.

“That’s really nice, but I can’t drive your car. If I wreck or get pulled over with underage drinkers in the car I would get in so much trouble.” I can just imagine my mother’s face as she bails me out of jail.

“No, no, it’s not a far drive—you should just take my car. You haven’t even been drinking. If not, you’ll have to stay here, or I could ask around to see if someone—”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out,” I manage before the music gets turned way up and most everything is drowned out by bass and lyrics that are practically screamed.

My decision to come to this party is proving to be worse and worse as the night goes on.

Finally, after pointing around and yelling “Hyuna!” like ten times at Nate, the music drops into a quieter song and he nods and starts to laugh. His hand moves up into the air and he points into the next room. He is really a sweet guy—why does he hang out with Jiyong?

As I turn to where he indicated, all I hear is my own gasp as I spot her. She, along with two other girls, are dancing on a table in the living room. A drunk guy climbs up and joins them, his hands gripping her hips. I expect her to swat his hands off but she just smiles and pushes her bottom against him. Okay.

“They’re just dancing, Y/N,” Nate says and gives a quick chuckle at my uneasy expression.

But they aren’t just dancing; they’re groping and grinding against each other.

“Yeah . . . I know.” I shrug, even though it isn’t as casual to me. I’ve never danced that way, not even with Noah, and we have been dating two years. Hoseok! I reach into my purse and check my messages from him.

You there y/n?

Hello? You okay?

y/n? Should I call your mom? I’m getting worried.

I dial him as fast as my fingers will allow, praying that he hasn’t called my mother yet. He doesn’t pick up, but I text him assuring him that I’m okay and there is no need for him to call my mother. She will lose it if she thinks something happened to me on my first weekend of college.

“Heyyyy . . . Y/N!” Hyuna slurs and leans her head on my shoulder. “You having fun yet, roomie?” She giggles, obviously heavily intoxicated. “I think . . . I need . . . the room is starting to spend, Y/N . . . I mean spin,” she says, laughing, and her body lurches forward.

“She is going to get sick,” I tell Nate. He nods and lifts her into his arms, draping her body over his shoulder.

“Follow me,” he instructs and heads upstairs. He opens a door halfway down the hall, finding a bathroom quickly, of course. Right as he places her on the floor by the toilet, she begins to vomit. I look away but grab her red hair and gently hold it back away from her face.

Finally, after more vomit than I can handle seeing, she stops and Nate hands me a towel. “Let’s get her to the room across the hall and lay her on the bed. She is going to need to sleep it off,” he says. I nod, but what I’m really thinking is that I can’t leave her here alone, passed out. “You can stay in there, too,” he says, seeming to read my mind.

Together we get her up off the floor and help her walk across the hall and into a dark bedroom. We gently lay a groaning Hyuna onto the bed and Nate quickly takes off, telling me he’ll check in on us later. I sit down on the bed next to Hyuna and make sure her head is comfortable.

Sober, with a drunk girl beside me and a party raging all around, I feel like I’ve hit a new low. I turn on a lamp and look around the room, my eyes immediately going to the bookshelves that cover one of the walls. Since this perks my mood up, I go over to it and scan through the titles. Whoever owns this collection is impressive; there are many classics, a whole range of different types of books, including all of my favorites. Spying Wuthering Heights, I pull it off the shelf. It’s in bad shape, the binding giving away how many times it’s been opened.

I’m so lost in Emily Brontë’s words that I don’t even notice the change in light when the door opens, or the presence of a third person in the space.

“Why the hell are you in my room?” an angry voice booms from behind me.

I know that accent by now.

Jiyong.

“I asked you what the hell you’re doing in my room,” he repeats, just as harshly as the first time. I turn to see his long legs pulling him toward me and he snatches the book from my hand and tosses it back onto the shelf.

My mind is whirling. I thought the party couldn’t get any worse, but here I am, caught in Jiyong’s personal place. He rudely clears his throat and waves his hand in front of my face.

“Nate told me to bring Hyuna in here . . .” My voice is soft, barely audible. He takes a step closer and lets out a deep breath. I gesture to his bed, causing his eyes to follow my hand. “She drank too much and Nate said—”

“I heard you the first time.” He runs his hand through his hair, clearly upset. Why does he care so much if we are in his room? Wait . . .

“You are a part of this fraternity?” I ask him. It’s impossible to hide the shock in my voice. Jiyong is far from what I imagined a frat boy to be like.

“Yeah, so?” he answers and takes yet another step closer. The space between us is less than two feet, and when I try to inch away from him my back hits the bookcase. “Does that surprise you, Y/N?”

“Stop calling me Y/F/N.” He has me cornered.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?” He smirks, his mood slightly lightening.

I sigh and turn away from him, basically facing into the wall of books. I have no idea where I’m going, but I need to get away from Jiyong before I slap him. Or cry. It has been a long day, so I will most likely cry before slapping him. And what a sight that would be.

I turn and push past him.

“She can’t stay in here,” he says as I pass. When I turn around he has the small ring in his lip between his teeth. What made him decide to put a hole in his lip and eyebrow? That had to be painful . . . though the one piece does accent just how full and round his lips are.

“Why not? I thought you guys were friends?”

“We are,” he says, “but no one stays in my room.” His arms cross over his chest, and for the first time since I met him, I can make out the shape of one of his tattoos. It’s a flower, printed in the middle of his covered forearm. Jiyong, with a flower tattoo? The black and gray design resembles a rose from this distance, but there is something surrounding the flower that takes the beauty from it, adding darkness to the delicate form.

Feeling brave and annoyed, I let out a laugh. “Oh . . . I see. So only girls who make out with you can come into your room?” As the words leave my mouth his smile grows.

“That wasn’t my room. But if you’re trying to say you want to make out with me, sorry, you’re not my type,” he says. I’m not sure why but his words hurt my feelings. Jiyong is far from my type, but I would never actually say that to him.

“You are . . . you are . . .” I can’t find the words to express my annoyance toward him. The music through the wall is like an itching sensation. I’m embarrassed, annoyed, and exhausted from the party. Arguing with him isn’t worth it. “Well . . . then you take her to another room, and I’ll find a way back to the dorms,” I say and head for the door.

As I go through it and slam it shut behind me, even through the noise of the party, I hear Jiyong’s mocking “Good night, Y/F/N.”

I can’t help the tears that fall down my cheeks as I reach the top of the stairs. I hate college so far—and my classes haven’t even started. Why couldn’t I just get a roommate who was more like me? I should be asleep now, preparing for Monday. I don’t belong at parties like this, and I certainly don’t belong hanging out with these type of people. I do like Hyuna, but I just don’t have it in me to deal with a scene like this and people like Hardin. He’s such a mystery to me; why must he always be such a jerk? But then the next thing I think of is that wall of books of his—why does he have all of them? There is no way a rude, disrespectful, tattooed jerk like Jiyong could possibly enjoy those amazing works. The only thing I can picture him reading is the back of a beer bottle.

Dabbing at my wet cheeks, I realize I have no idea where this house is located, or how to get back to the dorms. The more I think about my decisions tonight, the more frustrated and stressed I become.

I really should have thought this through; this is exactly why I plan everything, so things like this don’t happen. The house is still packed and the music is too loud. Nate is nowhere to be found; neither is Daesung. Maybe I should just find a random bedroom upstairs and sleep on the floor? There are at least fifteen rooms up there, and maybe I will get lucky and find an empty one? Despite my efforts to conceal my emotions, I can’t, and I don’t want to go down and have everyone see me like this. I turn back, find the bathroom I was in with Hyuna, and sit on the floor with my head between my knees.

I call Hoseok again, and this time he answers on the second ring.

“Y/N? It’s late, are you okay?” he says, his voice groggy.

“Yes. No. I went to a stupid party with my roommate and now I am stuck at a frat house with nowhere to sleep and no way to get back to my room,” I sob through the line. I know my problem isn’t life or death, but I’m beyond frustrated at myself for getting into this overwhelming situation.

“A party? With that redhead girl?” He sounds surprised.

“Yeah, with Hyuna. But she’s passed out upstairs.”

“Whoa, why are you even hanging out with her? She’s so . . . just not someone you would ever hang around with,” he says, and the scorn in his voice irritates me. I wanted him to tell me it will be okay, that tomorrow is a new day, something positive and encouraging. Something not so judgmental and harsh.

“That isn’t the point, Hoseok . . .” I said with a sigh, but right then the door handle jingles and I sit up. “Just a minute!” I call to the person outside and wipe at my eyes with some toilet paper, but that only smears the eyeliner even more. This is exactly why I don’t wear this stuff.

“I will call you back; someone needs the bathroom,” I say to Hoseok and hang up before he can protest.

Whoever’s on the other side of the door begins pounding on it and I groan as I hurry to open it, wiping my eyes again. “I said just a min—”

But I stop as glaring brown eyes pour into mine.

As I look into those amazing brown eyes, I suddenly realize that I hadn’t previously noticed their color before. And then I realize that it’s because Jiyong hasn’t really made eye contact with me until just now. Amazing, deep, surprised brown eyes. Jiyong looks away quickly when I push past him. He grabs my arm and pulls me back.

“Don’t touch me!” I yell, jerking my arm away.

“Have you been crying?” he asks, his tone curious. If this wasn’t Jiyong, I might actually think he was concerned for me.

“Just leave me alone, Jiyong.”

He moves in front of me, his tall frame blocking my movements. I can’t take more of his games, not tonight.

“Jiyong, please. I am begging you, if you have one decent bone in your body you will leave me be. Just save whatever mean comment you are going to say for tomorrow. Please.” I don’t care if he hears the embarrassment and desperation in my voice. I just need to be left alone by him.

A flash of confusion shows in his eyes before he opens his mouth. He watches me for a moment before any words come out. “There’s a room down the hall you can sleep in. It’s where I put Hyuna,” he flatly states. I wait a second for him to say something else, but he doesn’t. He just stares at me.

“Okay,” I quietly say and he moves out of my way.

“It’s the third door on the left,” he instructs and heads down the hall and disappears into his bedroom.

What the hell was that? Jiyong without any rude comments? I know I’m in for it if I see him tomorrow. He’s probably got a planner for all his snide comments like I do for my classwork, and I’m sure I’ll be on his agenda tomorrow.

The third room on the left is a plain room, much smaller than Jiyong’s and with two twin beds. It looks more like a dorm room than the larger space that Jiyong has. Maybe he’s the leader or something? The more likely explanation is that everyone is afraid of him and he bullied his way into the largest room. Hyuna is lying across the bed closest to the window, so I kick off my shoes and cover her with the blanket before locking the door and lying down on the other.

My thoughts are all over the place as I fall asleep, and images of clouded roses and angry Brown eyes flow through my dreams.

[foundcarcosa]

cccix.

Are you “with” the very last person you kissed? >> You could say that. Ever dated/kissed a someone with the name Casey, Tyler, Ryan, Jordan, Colton, Rebecca, Samantha, Lauren, Taylor, or Ashley? >> None of these. But this does remind me that I had a crush on a Ryan for a long time, and then as it turns out, he and our mutual friend who I also had a crush on were interested in each other, but it didn’t work out. Was your last kiss, standing up, sitting down, or lying down? >> Lying down. Are you happy with the choices you’ve made? >> Some of them. Are you excited for anything? >> The Chicago trip. To a lesser extent, the Holland (Michigan, not Holland the country) day-trip. Just... anything that gets me out of this area.

Do you hate the last person you kissed? >> Of course not. Can Calah is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re stuck in an elevator with one of your worst enemies, what do you do? >> I don’t know, considering I don’t have any enemies, let alone worst ones. Will this weekend be a good one? >> Hopefully. Are you mad at someone right now? >> No. Do you like to listen to the radio in the car? >> Sparrow usually plays her iPod in the car. Do you sleep with a fan on? >> In the summer, yeah. How is your hair right now? >> Still very short. It’s in the stage that I think looks best on me. Have you ever broken up with someone for someone else? >> No. How many windows are open on your computer? >> Three (Chrome, Evernote, Discord). How tall are you? >> Five-four. Is something bothering you? >> Yeah, a weird twinge in my tit. Bodies are fucking weird. Have you ever taken a shower with anyone before? >> Yes. Have you ever laughed at something that wasn’t meant to be funny? >> Sure. Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex “Fuck you”? >> Yes. Do you like to cuddle? >> In headspace it’s about all I do, but in meatspace that’s not as... easy. Have you done anything sneaky lately? >> Probably. Is your hair clean? >> Clean-ish. Last night, did you go to sleep smiling? >> I don’t think so. But there’s really no way for me to tell what exactly I’m doing as sleep descends. Were you happy when you woke up today? >> I was vaguely melancholy -- not actively sad, not in a bad mood, just kinda... grey. It just be’s like that, I guess. What are you drinking right now? >> Nothing actively, but I have water nearby. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? >> Sure. Does someone have feelings for you? >> Sure. Have you ever been cheated on? >> No. Are you hard to please? >> Not in my opinion. I’m definitely uncompromising and demanding in certain areas, but overall my adaptability usually wins out. What are you craving right now? >> Nothing. How are you feeling right now? >> Still grey. I think I’m mostly just sleepy at this point. What are you sick of? >> Meh. Are you missing anyone/something? >> Nah. Relationship to the last person you called? >> --- Could you date someone shorter than you? >> Sure. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet? >> Hmm. Do you wear glasses? >> No. Where did you sleep last night? >> In my bed. ... “Bed”. I hate futons. Do you straighten your hair? >> No. What color shirt are you wearing? >> Grey. Do you have a best friend? >> Can Calah is the closest thing to that concept, so I just use him as an answer. Do you wish you had the chance to go back in time and change something now? >> No. Who is the last person you got a text from? >> Sparrow. Are you excited for winter? >> Not right now, I’m not. It just passed into spring around here, let me live. When are you at your happiest? >> When the spectre of mortality isn’t hanging over my head. Is there anything you wish you did today? Why haven’t you done it? >> Nah. Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? >> I prefer to have a combination of both. What were you doing before you started this survey? >> Playing Animal Crossing Pocket Camp and then checking Instagram. Can you honestly say that you love yourself? >> Yes. How many people have you kissed? >> Quite a few. Do you just feel awkward when you dance? >> Sometimes, but that’s a general feeling-ungainly-in-my-body feeling, not particularly about dancing. Do you think you spend too much time feeling upset? >> No. Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? >> No. Do you own a pair of uggs? >> No. What are your plans for tomorrow? >> Probably showering, hopefully going to Plato’s Closet. Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? >> Can Calah tells me sometimes (but usually he doesn’t have to say anything to convey it, ya dig). Sparrow says I’m cute.  Can you get over people easily? >> Apparently. Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? >> No. How was your weekend? >> Kinda wack but we did get boba and Krispy Kreme so that was lit. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? >> I don’t remember. How do you feel right now? >> I answered this already and the answer has not changed in the past 5 minutes. Do you hide your feelings or show them? >> Depends on the feeling, the circumstance, the company... Do you like to have long hair or short hair? >> I prefer my hair to be short because I struggle to maintain it when it’s longer than a couple inches. But I like long-haired styles, in which case that’s what wigs are for. What is the last thing you cooked today? >> I didn’t cook today. What do you always take with you? >> PKW (phone, keys, wallet), and lip balm. Last person you drove around in a car with? >> --- Do you think relationships are hard? >> As hard as anything else about being alive.  What are your plans for this weekend? >> There’s a lot of repeats going on here. Any friends who are constantly venting about their significant other? >> No. Have you ever been ice-skating? >> No. Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? >> Sure. Have you ever seen an albino person, in person? >> I don’t think so. Do you like Fuze drinks? >> I seem to remember liking the one I tried. Did the end of Hamilton make you sad? >> I haven’t seen it. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? >> Yes. Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm? >> I guess you could say that. My lips dry out and chap really easily, so it’s either pick at them compulsively like I’ve been doing since I was a child, or constantly apply lip balm. At least the latter is preventing harm instead of causing it. Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? >> No. Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself? >> I don’t know. I’ve literally never been in that situation, so trying to predict my behaviour is just silly. What’s your most noticeable flaw? >> I don’t know, considering what is most noticeable about someone varies from observer to observer. And what’s your best feature? >> Ditto. Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? >> Nah, not a massive one. When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it? >> Occasionally, but oftentimes I just let them go ahead with it. It usually doesn’t affect me one way or the other. Also, there’s always the likelihood that I’m wrong, so, you know. Have you ever hallucinated? >> Sure. Do you find serial killers fascinating? >> Not particularly.  Do you like Musicals? >> Yes. Is your hair damaged? >> Nah, doesn’t seem to be. Do you live with anyone that you try to avoid at all costs? >> No. Who was the last person you threw out of your life? >> Hmm. Are you wearing socks? >> No. Do you regret something you did yesterday? >> No. When was the last time you cried? >> Middle of last week. Why were you crying? >> I elaborated on the last survey I did, and I don’t feel like repeating it. Whats the last thing you ate? >> A doughnut. What kind of bottoms are you wearing? >> Black pajama pants with the Slytherin logo on them. What do you hear right now? >> Me typing, a plane overhead, other ambient sounds from outside. How many hours did you sleep last night? >> Six or so. Is something bothering you right now? >> Nothing concrete. In the past week have you gotten sick? >> Very briefly. In the past week have you felt stupid? >> Sure. In the past week have you got your hair cut? >> No. What were you doing at 9 AM this morning? >> Probably playing games on my phone. In the past week have you felt sad? >> Sure. Has someone disappointed you recently? >> No. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? >> Sure. If you could pack up and move, would you? >> I sure would. Do you hate when people smoke around you? >> As long as they’re not blowing smoke in my face obnoxiously, I don’t care. The smell is a little noxious to me now that I’ve quit, but I can deal with it. Who have you texted in the last 24 hours? >> No one. 

[nightwingswing]

“My little star” (Riddler x Reader)

Hello! Im back!! 💖

IM SO SO SORRY!!

Please forgive me, please.

I’ve been drepressed for almost all summer and also on an hard writers block for some time and now college just started and its even more stressful than before. Im sorry for the hiatues. Ill try to update as often as i can! I promise!

 For now, I’ll update “The family’s girl” next, following it will come “Stop that wedding!” and in between will come part two of “Notre Dame de Paris” (Hunchback au) So IF YOU STILL HAVENT VOTED for  (STW) and (NDdP) , VOTE NOW!

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It was a peaceful Gotham morning in your work, you were the head of the Gotham gazette. Your drive to get as involved as possible in the crime scene is what made you one of the best and more truthful of Gotham’s journalist. You always told the truth of the cases, making you also amongst the most hated people of Gotham.

The truth hurts sometimes.

But it also made you very respected in the hero and villains community. The first ones for your values and honesty, amongst the seconds because you didn’t demonize them. You treated them right.

You could kinda say you had a fan club.

Yep…

A pretty big fan club.

They even have a president!

…

Edward Nygma.

He was a big fan of yours, since you started on your College newspaper. He felt attracted to you on an intellectual level at first. He soaked in your work, drinking every letter as if it was water in a desert. He was so intrigued in meeting you … That knowing your drive to get into the wolf’s mouth you would come directly to his trap.

And he would finally meet you.

Eddie smiled at your new article that shone in his barely lit room.

“Soon…”

///*\\\

“(y/n)! Have you finished the paper in the new rector elections?” One of your coworkers asked.

“Here” You said as you gave her paper. “Parker will bring the photos later this evening.”

“Perfect.” She turned around and ran into the frenzy that was your editorial.

“(l/n)!” Your boss yelled. “Come here, now!”

“Coming boss.” You hurried to the office, a bit worried. Once inside you stood up in front of the table. “Is something wrong?”

“No. But we have received a note. The Riddler is about to strike! And you will be covering up!”

“Yes boss!” You smiled, reading the note. “I’m on it.” You ran to your spot and investigated the Riddler’s movement to discover where we will strike. You received an email that said:

“Riddle me this…Riddle me that…

If you want to find me

Tell me what I am...

·    Until I am measured

I am not known,

Yet how you miss me

When I have flown.

·       I never was, am always to be,

No one ever saw me, nor ever will

And yet I am the confidence of all

To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.

 ·       What time belongs to men twice a day?

 ·       At night they come without being fetched,

And by day they are lost without being stolen.

·       Whilst I was engaged in sitting

I spied the dead carrying the living

 Good luck, miss (y/n).

-R

Hmm…quite though…but if you want to find him you have to crack them…

After staying afterhours, you finally cracked the code.

“I got it!” You write down:

·       Time

·       Tomorrow

·       5:14, Upside down on a digital clock it spells “his”

·       Stars

·       Ship

Hm…. this is kinda…like..a meeting place?

Time: Tomorrow at 5:14 pm in the..the Starship! The boat stranded in Gotham!

“Gotcha!” You smirked and write down everything. Then you changed in your pajama and went to sleep.

Tomorrow you were meeting a criminal.

///*\\\

The Riddler was wearing his best suit, ready to meet the little star of Gotham. He grabbed the flower and drive to the boat, the shadows covering him until he made it to the boat. There he set a table and two chairs, a candle and drinks too.

“hm…ready.” He smirked. “I wonder if her mind is capable of matching mines...oh well, I guess we’ll find out!” He sat in the chair, his can on his lap and waited for her.

///*\\\

You arrived at the boat and carefully entered, making your way up.

“Riddler?” You asked.

“Hello Miss (y/n)” He smirked. “Sit down please.”

You entered the place looking around, it gave of a kind of love vibe. You shrugged and sat down.

“What is your plan?” You got your notebook out.

“Wow, down to business, eh?” He smirked and served a glass of (f/d).

“No thank you, and yes, that’s why we are here…no?” You raised an eyebrow and he smirked.

“Indeed. I see you solved my riddles.”

“I did. clever hide your location on riddles. Very your thing”

“Thank you, it was a challenge. See if you can measure to me. I guess you can.” He smirked.

“Thank…you?”     You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Now…I guess you want to know what I am up to?” Edward smirked.

“Well, obviously?” You raised an eyebrow and he smiled, his cheek got a bit redder.

“First, let me tell you, miss (y/n) that you look beautiful tonight! “He got a beautiful (f/f) out of nowhere and gave it to you.

“Oh... thank you…” You smiled and grabbed the flower, smiling and blushing. He smirked and got his bowler hat. “Now…what’s your plan?”

“Well, my beautiful maiden. My plan is and has always been prove I’m smarter than batman.” He shrugged his shoulders. “And destroy him, of course. But for now, I just want to know more about you, my dear. You know, you quite had the fan club back at Arkham.” He smirked.

“Oh? I do?” You felt flattered really. But for some reason, being idolized by the likes of the joker didn’t make you feel really…safe.

“Indeed darling. I, myself am draw to your truthful approach to the news.” His hand came to rest above yours, a charming smile on his face.

“Really? It usually makes me hated.” You looked at his green eyes thought the black mask.

“Nonsense, darling! People can’t stand the truth! You’re better than them! Smarter, more honest!” He said with so much passion as he clutched your hand in his. You blushed at the flattering speech.

“Thank you, Mr. Nygma” You smiled.

“Please, call me Eddie” He smiled loving.

“Okay…Eddie” You smiled.

You two keep talking for hours, exchanging riddles, theories and arguing about hot science topics.

After a wonderful 3-hour chat, he helped you down the boat and to your car. Before you could enter he pulled you flush against him, his hot breath mingled with yours. You blushed, and for some reason, your heartbeat had become faster and your cheeks burned in a blush.

“I like you, my little star...I like you very much…Maybe, maybe we could go out again? Tomorrow? There is a really interesting symposium in Bludhaven…maybe we could go, you know…together?” His cheeks became red as his green eyes looked around, shyly.

“Cute” You though as a smile took place on your lips. “Well…If any nothing comes up…. I don’t see why not.” You smiled.

“YES!” He though. “Perfect! I’ll send you a new note with the place and time!” He smiled exited.

“Great, can’t wait to know what you come up with!” You winked at him, making him blush. “Have a good night, Eddie.”

“Have a good night, (y/n)” He smiled before his eyes widened “(y/n) wait!” he grabbed your hand and pulled you in a sweet, chaste kiss. You froze in place, blushing madly.

As he pulled away a few seconds later, you looked at his dreamy eyes and blushing face.

“Now, Have a sweet night, my beautiful star.” He smiled dreamily, you smiled back.

“Good night” You smiled back and sit inside your car, a silly smile took place on your face and you couldn’t shake the warm feeling off.

“he was pretty cute...” You bit your lip before shaking some sense on your head and drove back to your home, to write that article you had to hand tomorrow.

He smiled one last time on the direction your car took before sitting inside a black car, that took off almost immediately.

“How was it, boss?” One of his lackeys asked.

“Perfect. Now, the other plan starts now.” He smirked evilly as his lackeys smirked back.

“Batman won’t know from where the hit came!” One of his crooks laughed.

“Down, down,down,down!” They cheered. 

Eddie thoughts drove of the cheering crew and to your beautiful smile, your soft luscious (h/c) hair. Yous beautiful mind, your enchanting eyes…he sighs dreamily….

“SHE’S SO PERFECT…GOSH I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I KISSED HER!” Eddie smiled and licked his lip, he could still taste your lip balm. “SUCK IT PENGUIN! SHE LIKES ME! SUCK IT HARLEY! I KISSED HER FIRST!” Eddie cheered himself. “SHES SO SMART! SHE CRACKED MY RIDDLES! HIGH LEVEL RIDDLES! SHE DESERVES MY LOVE! SHE DESERVES TO BE ON MY SIDE! SHE WILL ME MY QUEEN!!”

“Down, down,down,down! YAY!” They cheered loudly.

Edward smirked.” Easy boys…” He looked outside his tinted windows to see the characteristic shadow of the bat and his Robin jump in the direction they just came from.

Eddie smirked evilly.

“Riddle me this, riddle me that…who is afraid of the big, black, bat?”  

///*\\\

Bonus!

Meanwhile, at Arkham Asylum:

“THAT GREEN ASSHOLE THINKS HE CAN DESTROY THE BAT, TAKE GOTHAM AS HIS OWN AND TAKE THAT PLESURE FROM ME?! NO FUCKING WAY!” The joker screamed as he his fist against the bulletproof crystal as the other inmates looked at him with a bit of fear. “IM SICK OF HIM! OF HIS FREAKING ANNOYING RIDDLES!.unless…” The manic grin on the joker face became crazier as he let out a more than usual, manic cackle that sounded in all Arkham. “He thinks riddles are funnier than jokes? Hahahahahaha well see about that!” The Joker banged his blood-stained hands on the clean crystal, imprinting his handprints in it.

His catlike smirk widened, almost splitting his face in half.

“This is war.”

(so...Want a part two?)

[skincarejesus]

What's your regular skin care routine and then what's your like "pamper day" routine? If you have different ones that is.

My Current Skin Care Routine:

AM: 

Fresh Soy Face Cleanser

Klairs Supple Preparation Toner

The Ordinary Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1% mixed with Cosrx Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Power Essence

Benton Fermentation Eye Cream

Cosrx Oil-Free Ultra Mositurizing Lotion

Cosrx Aloe Soothing Sun Cream

PM:

Botanic Farms Grain Ferment Cleansing Sherbet

Fresh Soy Face Cleanser (if I feel like I need it)

Cosrx BHA Blackhead Power Liquid (2x a week) OR Cosrx One Step Pimple Clear Pads (when not using the BHA liquid)

Klairs Supple Preparation Toner

The Ordinary Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1%

Cosrx Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Power Essence

Benton Fermentation Eye Cream

Benton Snail Bee High Content Steam Cream mixed with a few drops of The Ordinary 100% Organic Cold‑Pressed Rose Hip Seed Oil

My Pampering Night Time Routine

Always oil cleanse first! No matter what I’m using after, I always make sure I use an oil cleanser to create a clean slate to work off of.

Apply Lush Catastrophe Cosmetic face mask.

Hop in the shower and do a quick wash (Using up the last of my Lush Rose Jam 💔 ). Apply OGX Conditioner (probably Kukui Nut) and let sit. Rinse off Lush face mask and follow with Fresh Soy Face Cleanse.

Exit the shower and get a bath running. Apply a well-soaked sheet mask (Prelab Aqua Energy 💖 ).

Get into the bath and dissolve whatever Lush bath product I’m going to use (Been loving the bath oils lately).

Relax and watch Youtube videos (There may or may not be wine involved in all of this 😁 ) Rinse out hair conditioner in bath water before I get out. Never get bath water on your face.

Get out of the bath and put some hair product in. I’m using up my OGX Coconut Curls Styling Milk. I’ll usually pull my hair back in a headband until I go to bed.

I’d then complete my skin care routine; I would usually go onto the moisturizing phase of my routine after a sheet mask.

Once I’m mostly dry, I apply body moisturizer. This time of year, I’d usually apply a lighter lotion, such as the Hempz Age Defying Lotion. I’d follow up with the Nuxe Huile Prodigieuse, because that scent is TO DIE FOR. 😍😍😍 

Get into my pajamas and chill out! Watch TV, do my nails, read, etc. etc. Until I’m ready to sleep.

Take my meds and brush my teeth. A little Glossier Coconut Balm Dot Com on the lips and L’Occitane Shea Butter Hand Cream when I’m about to go to bed. So many good fragrances to lull me to sleep!

ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZzzzzz 😴