#pore setting spray

[belladoesmakeup]

Hey guys,

During the christmas sales I was on the hunt to try some new products I hadn't used before or something I wanted to use again that I hadn't in a long time. So while I was browsing I came across some Benefit bargains at John Lewis I couldn't ignore. In their sale I came across a gift set called Benefit Join the Porefessionals Trio Gift Set , £19.50 (worth £37). This gift set gives you all the products to set and keep your makeup in place so let's chat about the products.

In this giftset you get 3 travel sized products from the Porefessional collection including 2 mini primers and a setting spray. Products that minimise the appearance the pores is what Benefit is most known for. A giftset like this is perfect to try out a selection of products without breaking the bank.

Let's start off with the Super Setting Spray. This spray is designed to be a weightless formula that can help blur pores and make your makeup last up to 16 hours. I always wanted to try out this spray because a lot of people have said how much they love the mist applicator and it's less intense then other setting sprays that drench your face. This spray sets really quickly on your face so you aren't waiting ages for it to set. I find it mad because when I apply the spray I do notice my face looks smoother which is so surprising that a spray can have that effect. I'm so glad I got this spray and I'll definetly get a full size one when I run out.

As I mentioned earlier you also get 2 mini primers in this giftset so I got mini The Porefessional Hydrate Face Primer and Porefessional Pore Minimising Face Primer. Both of these primers are designed to smooth and reduce the appearance of pores on your complexion. Everyone knows and loves the original primer including myself, I used to use the primer all the time and it worked wonders on smoothing my skin. After the success of the original primer Benefit then released a upgraded version that not only blurred your complexion but could also hydrate your skin at the same time. It's perfect for anyone would dry skin especially. Both primers feel amazing on the skin and really do help to smooth your complexion without drying your skin out but I would say the hydrating version is my fav out of the two.

I love sets like these because like I said it's a great way to try out a few products in one go without breaking the bank. It's one of the things I love about Benefit they have a massive range of mini / travel size makeup products so you get the chance to try out their products at a more affordable price point. So check out your local Benefit counters or stores to see what products they have to offer.

Lots of love

Bella x x

[actualnymph]

do you have any makeup tips? i’m still new to it and trying out as much stuff as possible!! also! do you have any favorite instrumental songs?? hope youre have a good day!!! 💖💖

I think makeup is so fun!!! I don’t really have any tips tbh but! Here’s how I do my makeup if u have any qs let me know! Also here’s a cheap makeup kit!! That plus two beauty blenders from elf are what I use to apply my makeup. I recommend figuring out your face shape and what eyes (almond, hooded, etc) you have and finding tutorials to help with those!! Or you can tell me and I’ll help. And tbh I don’t really have any fave instrumental songs tbh :( I need to pay more attention to their names bc I always forget but! I do love danse macabre!!!!!!!! Iconic 💗

[luveline]

cruel is the golden rule [remus lupin x reader]

reader is suicidal. remus just wants to listen. [1.6k]

requested here

warnings: reader is suicidal, suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader

You woke up gasping for air, throwing yourself into a sitting position.

That dream again. 

You struggled to remember the details. Every night the same, you’d wake up with the smell of salt in your nose and the sensation of crushing weight on all sides. You fought to recall what you dreamt, what could’ve possibly caused such a visceral feeling of unease, but it was like chasing the tide. 

The only sound in your room was the beating of your own heart and the thrum of your desktop fan, whirring weakly in a losing battle against the stuffiness of your room. Pressing your hand to your clammy forehead, you let yourself fall back into the damp sheets beneath you with a long suffering moan. Your alarm clock told you it was much too early to be awake. Unfortunately, you knew from experience you wouldn’t find sleep again today. 

You traced the cracked ceiling with aching eyes, feeling the weight of your fatigue deep in every pore. You imagined yourself much like the alabaster ceiling, a girl - fragmented. Slowly, the fissures in your ceiling, which had started very small, almost unnoticeable, had widened, had crawled, and now filled even the peripherals of your vision. 

Like a pane of shattered glass. 

You crinkled your eyes shut tightly and groaned. Every night you traversed this slippery slope. It always began with the dark presence of your dream, quickly moved to the bisected ceiling, and finally moved to the self delusion, the idea that you were somehow a mirror of your surroundings. You huffed a breath through your nose and tried to picture what Remus would say if you told him this idea. 

You’re you, dove. You’re a person, and you’re real, and the ceiling really doesn’t matter. 

Remus never took anything beyond the surface level, and it was something you loved about him. 

But Remus, you’d say, don’t you get it? It’s cracked because it’s my ceiling. 

 

And he’d pet your head so softly and say, No. it’s just cracked. 

The idea that your surroundings were a mirror plagued you deeply and perturbed your boyfriend only slightly. And now the damp sheets around you, what did they mean? 

You struggled from the clawed hands of your mattress and into the dimly lit kitchen, squinting at the street light outside through the open window blinds. It’s yellow light aged your hands, and when you poured yourself a glass of water you didn’t recognise them. You set the glass which was swathed in condensation aside on your hard wood table and frowned at the rivulets that fell and soaked into the grain. You could hear Remus’ voice in your head. Use a coaster. 

Tables are for dishes, Remus. 

Right, but if you take care of something, it’ll last longer. 

You made to pick the glass up and find something to lay underneath it when it fell from your grasp, bounced on the wood and sprayed frigid water across the length of mahogany and down your front. You blinked a droplet from your eyelashes and listened to the water pitter to the floor, counted the sound until the time between each was so long you thought the river had finally run dry. No such luck. 

The cold on your face reminded you of your dream. If only you could remember what it had been about. 

You had the sudden and all-encompassing realisation of worthlessness. You couldn’t even get yourself a drink of water without messing it up. You didn’t take care of your things. You didn’t take care of yourself. It was so early and you were so tired and now you were mildly damp and moderately distressed. How childish the pipeline seemed, a small inconvenience felt like catastrophe these days, each incremental weight added to the scales proving to tip you further and further downward.

You wondered after the bleach in your kitchen cupboard. How much bleach would you need to drink to die? And the knives in the knife block, were they sharp enough to do any real damage? And what about your medicine cabinet, was anything in there potent enough to end your life?

Remus’ belt was still in your bedroom. 

You sighed very heavily and put your face down against the wood, letting the puddle soak into your hair and your skin. What silly fantasies to have, you thought. And still your hands itched. 

If Remus could see the state you were in he’d be terribly upset, you thought. If you did anything worse, he’d be furious. You wallowed for a few minutes more and then gathered your bravery to take the telephone from its hook and dial his number. When he didn’t answer you tried a second time. 

“Yeah?” his voice said, familiar even through the line, edged in sleep.

“Remus,” you said. You paused to wet your lips. 

“Doll? What time is it?”

“I’m not sure.”

There was a small silence. “Bad dream?”

“Can I come over?” you asked in ways of answering.

“Course you can. Do you want me to come and get you?”

You breathed a sigh of relief and let your head rest against the wall. “No, that’s okay. I’m sorry to wake you up.”

“I’m not. I missed your voice.”

You glanced over your shoulder at the spilled drink and smiled for the first time in a while. “I missed yours.”

“Get over here.”

“Right. See you in a few.”

“I’ll unlock the door.”

“Okay,” you said, word warped with fondness and the inklings of oncoming tears. 

What he heard he didn’t like. “Are you sure I can’t come and get you?”

“I’ll be fine. There before you know it.”

“…Alright. Come quick, sweetheart.”

The walk to his flat was peaceful and cold. You let yourself in through the building's creaky front door, permanently broken to be unlocked, and stepped up flights of plain stairs to his front door. 

It was open like he’d promised. You entered as quietly as you could and toed your shoes off, throwing your coat over the back of his sofa as you walked through and found him half sleeping in bed. He perked up at the sight of you standing in his doorway, moving the quilt so you could wiggle in close to his side. 

His arm came around your side, his lips graced the skin of your forehead. 

“You’re freezing!” he exclaimed in a whisper. 

You laughed under your breath and whispered back, “It’s cold out!”

“Should’ve let me pick you up.”

“And have you drive like this? You can barely speak.”

“Cold would’ve woke me up.”

“Yeah?” you asked, spitefully pressing the backs of your cold hands into his side. He flinched away from you and grumbled his indignation before taking his revenge, pinching at your sides until you were laughing, squirming away from his ticklish endeavours. 

Your laughs slowly turned gasping, falling away until you were crying dribbling tears down the sides of your face. Remus’ own giggles turned to gentle shushing sounds, like shifting silt on the riverbank. 

“You’re okay,” he said quietly, words half-smothered where his mouth rested at your temple, arm wrapped fiercely around the back of your shoulders so you were held closely to his chest.

“Sorry. I can’t remember why I’m crying,” you told him. 

“No?”

You shook your head.

“Don’t be sorry for crying. It’s good for you.”

You cried against his soft sleep shirt for a while, hands digging into his skin. If he minded he didn’t say. 

“Have you… been having those thoughts again?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you admitted, nose buried in his side.

He squeezed you from his side and up onto his chest, hugging you. “Thanks for calling me. My brave girl.”

“I’m a coward.”

“I’m not sure why you’d think so,” he said. 

Remus liked to do this thing when he knew you were hurting, in the way he held you close. His hands were firm, like he was squeezing all the pain from you in waves. It almost worked. 

“You’re so pretty. Oh, pretty girl,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re so kind. You know that?”

“Remus, you don’t have to.”

“I do. Let me, okay? You’re my favourite girl. You’re my favourite person on this whole planet. All I want is for you to see yourself like I do, see how lovely you are.”

"I don't feel very lovely," you said. 

He slowly began to shift you from side to side, like a waltz with no music. "You are, I swear on my life.

"Inside and out. I'd miss you so much, I know it's selfish of me to say it. I'd miss you like I'd miss my hands, should they miraculously fall off," he said, good humour colouring the second half. You laughed if only because he wanted you to. 

"I'd miss you like the earth misses the moon, I should think. Like a part of me had been stricken from my body, thrown somewhere I couldn't reach."

It was kind. It was cruel, in a way, because although you loved him and felt the weight of his words, your hands still itched for the heavy handle of a kitchen knife. You tightened your hands around him and sighed in pain. 

"I'm so sorry," you told him. A confessional. 

"I know," he kissed your forehead, "I don't want you to be."

"I'm sorry."

"You want to tell me why?"

You couldn't describe it if you wanted to. He nodded. 

"I'm here. Tell me when you're ready," he said. 

[kittysdiary]

Kitty’s Updated Beauty Essentials:

(A small look at majority of my current beauty faves I own)

Makeup ❤︎

Face:

Urban Decay All Nighter Primer

Too Faced Hungover Primer

Too Faced Born This Way Foundation

Too Faced Born This Way Concealer

Fenty Beauty Pro Filt’r Foundation

Fenty Beauty Pro Filt’r Concealer

Fenty Beauty Loose Setting Powder

Laura Mercier Loose Setting Powder

Benefit Cosmetics Galifornia Blush

Benefit Cosmetics Cookie Highlighter

Benefit Cosmetics Tickle Highlighter

Benefit Cosmetics Hoola Bronzer

Elf Bora Bora Putty Blush

Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray

Eyes:

Morphe Eyeshadow Palettes

Colourpop Eyeshadow Palettes

Too Faced Eyeshadow Palettes

Too Faced Better Than Sex Waterproof Mascara

Too Faced Better Than Sex Eyeliner

Lancôme Hypnose Mascara Doll Eyes

Nyx Epic Ink Liner

Stila Liquid Eyeshadow

Duo Lash Glue

Kiss Lashes (Sassy Hybrid + Babydoll are my faves)

Lips:

Nyx Butter Glosses

Buxom Plumping Glosses + Lipsticks

Too Faced Lip Injection Glosses

Fenty Beauty Glosses

Care ❤︎

Skincare:

CeraVe Cleanser

CeraVe  Moisturizer

CeraVe Under Eye Cream

Micellar Rosewater

Elf Makeup Cleansing Balm

GrandeLash Serum

It Cosmetics Bye Bye Pore Serum

It Cosmetics Bye Bye Dark Spots

Coola Water Cream Sunscreen

Tree Hut Lip Butter

Crème Shop Sanrio Macaron Lip Balm

Hair Care (for my curly haired babes):

Design Essentials Milk & Honey Shampoo + Conditioner

Design Essentials Almond + Avocado Hair Mask

Design Essentials Almond + Avocado Leave In Conditioner

Amika Curl Corps Enhancing Gel

Amika The Wizard Detangling Primer

Denman Classic Styling Brush

Macadamia No Tangle Brush

Dual Edge Brush + Comb

Kitsch Silk Pillow Case

Body Care:

Bath & Body Works Strawberry Pound Cake Shower Gel

Bath & Body Works Peach Prosecco Macaron Shower Gel

Tree Hut Strawberry Sugar Scrub

Bath & Body Works Strawberry Pound Cake Body Cream

Bath & Body Works Pink Velvet Cupcake Body Cream

Bath & Body Works Peach Prosecco Macaron Body Lotion

Hemp Heaven Strawberry Hibiscus Lotion

Hempz Sweet Jasmine and Rose Lotion

Hempz  Pomegranate Lotion

Kwalinara Strawberry Milk Body Lotion

Bio Oil

PFB Vanish Chromabright Roller

Dove Deodorant

Scents ❤︎

Body Sprays:

Bath & Body Works Pink Velvet Cupcake

Bath & Body Works Peach Prosecco Macaron

Nicki Minaj Pink Friday

Victoria Secret Tease

Perfumes:

Juicy Couture Viva La Juicy Le Bubbly

Juicy Couture Viva La Juicy

Coach Dreams Sunset

Ariana Grande Sweet Like Candy

Body Shimmers:

Bath & Body Works Strawberry Poundcake

Bath & Body Works You’re The One

Tools ❤︎

Etc.

Juicy Couture Makeup Bags

Pink Makeup Case Organizer

Hello Kitty Plush Cosmetic Storage Bag

Morphe Brush Bag

Morphe Makeup Brushes

It Cosmetics Makeup Brushes

Wet N Wild Makeup Brushes

Laura Mercier Powder Puff

Revlon X Barbie Tweezers

Surratt Relevee Eyelash Curler

It Cosmetics Mini Pink Beauty Scissor

Makeup Remover Cotton Pads

Rose Quartz Facial Roller + Gua Sha

Crème Shop Plush Spa Head Bands

[thenycbratzdoll]

My new and improved sunday night time routine☁️🌷🦩

Sunday nights are known to be the time to wind down and settle. After a long week of getting work done, to the weekend we just can’t wait for, sunday’s are self care time, and sis.... we all need it to prepare for those Monday mornings. I work on having a routine to pamper myself, also to mentally and physically prepare myself for those Monday mornings that can leave you sluggish. When I found a routine that was fit for me, my night improved, and by monday i’m fulfilled ready to see what the day have for me. Trust me! having a routine you can stick to is a life changer. Here is my Sunday night routine:

First off, let’s go in with showering. I’ve recently purchased this set from bath and body works and sisss.... this have me smelling delicious. The name of this set is called strawberry pound cake. 🍰

YA GIRL BE SMELLING LIKE A WHOLE SNACKKKK, the whole house would be able to smell you so purrr! You guys should most definitely invest in this, this section alone make me feel like a bad bitch.

DISCLAIMER!! DO NOT WASH YOUR SENSITIVE AREA WITH THE BATH AND BODY WORKS BODY WASH OR ANY TYPE OF BODY WASH, instead use the dove sensitive soap in body wash or bar form.

While in the shower I love to exfoliate my body and feet. You gotta get rid of that dead skin and access dirt. I recommend you guys matching the scent of your exfoliator with your body wash or bar of soap. Which ever brand floats your boat and works best for you!!

Next I get started on skin care. I’ve recently changed my skin care products, so here are my new and improved ones:

Let’s start off with the cleanser: The cleanser I use is from fenty skin and sisssss, it’s smells really good and leave your skin glowing within one wash!!

Next i’ll go in with a face mask. ( Please don’t drag me if this is the wrong step, this is what works for me and my skin.) I use two different mask for different areas. I use the kiehl’s avocado mask for all areas of my face besides my nose. For my nose i go in with the ordinary peeling solution to help clean my pores. When i’m done putting these on i’ll sit down and start my steamer, then keep my face in the steam for 10-15 minutes.

After when this step is done I grab a clean rag to help clean the mask off my face completely. I’ll go in with my ordinary toner for the night followed by retinol from the same brand, eye cream from the ordinary, night cream from fenty skin, and then lastly rose water. These are a lot of steps which is why i only do them on sunday’s, my everyday routine is less than what is listed above.

After this step I brush my teeth, then go in with some mouth wash. Gotta keep it fresh.

Since I’m all done with the bathroom, I get my bed ready for me to relax in to close off my night. I catch up with all my friends, and if i’m not tired I go in with a movie or finish up an assignment. When i’m ready to go to sleep i’ll drink some water, use the bathroom, and spray my pillow with rose + lavender aromatherapy spray from bath and body works to improve my sleep. Trust me, this is amazinggg. Soon when i put my head on that pillow after praying, my body becomes more relax. It most definitely helps me wake up on the right side of the morning.☁️☁️☁️

I hope you guys enjoyed reading my sunday night time routine. It might seems like a lot for some, but it’s relaxing and makes me feel like a princess.🌸I would like to know what y’all sunday night routine is, even if it’s basic. If you guys like any products from this post let me know.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING

[caramelsmiles12]

Resources 7.2021 

Maxis match and alpha user.

Not everything is listed due to missing blogs/download links.

I am always open to WCIF messages.

You can find my CC finds blog here. 

𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈  

Lilith’s Honey honey

Lilith’s Apple Pie

Lilith’s Apple Pie v2

Lilith’s Feathers

Lilith’s inked girls 

Lilith’s Supernatural skins as custom

Lilith’s Zombies skin as custom

Lilith’s Alien Flavor

Ephemera FMW fixed

Ephemera FMW customs

Ephemera Realistic Skin Tests and 5 skins

hemfbg’s camera shy

Brattylulu’s asian skin

io’s Those Darn Skins

Berrynooboo’s Axiom Skin

Lemonlion’s 3t2 Sushi Sims tattoo skins

Mouseyblue’s Advent 2012 skins

Keoni’s Rei skin

Keoni’s Lilith’s Marigold skin edit

Sim-Stranger’s Lilith’s Honey skin add ons

Digital Angels’ skin blend/edits

starlla’s honey invasion

Poppet’s green feathers

Poppet’s minty skin

whysims 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓊𝓅  

Ephemera freckles set

Various Ephemera sets

Ephemera eyebags set

Ephemera 0216 eyelashes, eyebags set, 1201 eyelashes

Lilith’s Golden Wings blusher

Lilith’s Beautiful Mourning & Halo lips

Lilith’s Poppy lips

Lilith’s Matte lips

Lilith’s Rosie lips

Lilith’s Primrose lips

Lilith’s lip sets

Lilith’s Mayberries & Leh nose mask

Lilith’s Pancake nose mask

Lilith’s Nose mask 1&2, Innocence & Heavenly lips

Lilith’s various nose masks

Lilith’s Whispers set [SS gift so direct link]

Lilith’s Delicate set

Lilith’s makeup set 

Lilith’s makeup set 2

Zoiudoney 4t2 sims3melancholic makeup set

pooklet makeup set

holo-trash’s Puppet lips

vidcunds’ lilith’s eve skinblend lips for every skin

Voeille’s layerable eyeliner/eyelashes set

Kraris’ lipstick 1, 2

Kraris’ blush & eyelashes

Voleste’s weasley ear & nose blush

starra234′s pores & tattoos, tattoo set 2

Digital Angels’ moar eyelashes than you’ll ever need

Digital Angels’ tifa mouth corners edit

2fingerswhiskey’s Hardware (braces overlay)

Scarypudding’s spotty blush

DeeDee’s Hairlines

Submarine Eyeshadow

pmg’s simple eyeliner remake

pmg’s [insert clever name here] eyeshadow

pmg’s add on trapping noses in darker shades

pmg’s 4t2 pralinesims’ e-girl pack

simsmustsmustle cc bundle

title sims’ kiss me lip

0201-sims’ blusher pack

0201-sims’ mixed set

0201-sims’ reuploaded hawk’s lip piercing

0201-sims’ en fleur blush

0201-sims’ 3t2 simsimi eyeshadow

falkii’s jelly eyeshadow

falkii’s cloudy day eyeshadow

bugjartimedecay-off’s white polka dots blusher

alexiswires’ wings v2 blusher

𝐸𝓎𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈

Ephemera brows

simflake’s BROWS! BROWS! BROWS!

io’s murphy brows

Digital Angels’ eyebrows 1, 2, 3

Poppet’s Bumper Brows

Mrs M’quve’s eyebrow recolors

suratan-zir’s eyebrow sets 1, 2, 3, 4

𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈

Nagisims’ Amber eyes

c-cerberus-sims-s’ ts4 to ts2 eyes

Digital Angels’ Ingrid eyes

Digital Angels’  Remus Sirion Eyes 103

Digital Angels’ Mouseyblue inspired eyes

Digital Angels’ Remus Sirion Eyes 33

Digital Angels’ Aioria eyes edit

Digital Angels’ Praline eyes 95

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇: 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

Enjoyingmypain

suratan-zir

minicule

falkii

hazelpuff

platinumaspiration

DeeDee-sims

socialbunny

episims

mystic-hysteria

lola-curious

Poppet hairs 1, 2, 3

skell

alien pod

keoni

remi

oawus

lilith-sims

victoria sims

berrynooboos

sinjin-balani

natashaunas

55woodlandrive

krabby sims

trotylka

mikexx2

phoebe-twiddle

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇: 𝒜𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

aehklnt

LilRoisin

redsimmer-blog

evannamari

amidalasims

eric.c

Simborg

xwhitepolar

mrs m’quve

charlotka

entropy

memento-sims

fakebloood

katsurinssims

𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

falkii

platinumaspiration

DeeDee-sims

eric.c

Brattylulu

e-neillan

episims

Kurimas

Nika Onishko

Moocha’s Muses

Misty Sensation

Pop

Marja

Claudette Corleone

kayleigh-83

MDPthatsme

YanderePlumSims

monilisasims

dinalangraab

biffysims

skell

keoni

oawus

diamond eyes universe

always sims

memento-sims

victoria sims

knowledgeaspiration

vulrien sims

mikexx2

rented-space

katsurinssims

skeleton tea

hemfbg

𝐵𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝑒 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

beautifulnerdkitty

TheNinthWaveSims

Limonaire

Nika Onishko

Moocha’s Muses

Misty Sensation

More Popcorn

thimble sims

Pixelry

kayleigh-83

grungetrait

Mustluvcatz

simsinsania

tenlittlepandas

Poppet

zerographic

skulldilocks

biffysims

honeywell

alien pod

vixsims

remi

oawus

mrsreval

0201-sims

fakebloood

tony-veis

shasta

veranka

kahlena

autumn-rosesims

nanashisims

𝑀𝑜𝒹𝓈

No Pause Frame

The Sim Manipulator

Macrotastics

Child Support

New Turn ons

Anyone Fight Burglars 

Auto Save Game

More sensible “Can my friend come over, too?”

No Sim Loaded

Smarter EP Check

A lot of Cyjon’s mods tbh...

3 want disablers

Faster Pet Learning

Batbox

Enable "Rent Furnished Apartment" Outside of Debug Mode

Towel Mod Lite

Faster Novels

Hula Dance & More

Use Inaccessible Beds

Homework Placement Mod

Call anyone

Separate Top/Bottoms for non-Everyday Clothes Mod

Soft outdoor shadows

Children can get cereal from fridges

TS1 to TS2 Prank Calls

Marriage: Last Name Changer

Confess to Cheating

For Sale Sign

Hacked Coat Hook

No Smiling in CAS

Party mod

No Autonomous Play Computer Games

No Look At Me

Everything blow here is for AL EP only. After the is list done, there is a link to other EPs for this mod. Please do choose the right EP for your game. 

Death by satellite higher chance

Visitor Controller

Perfect Plants

Sim Blender

Triplets and Quads Random Chance

Same Sex Marriage

Preg for all genders

No Swoon Romance

No Shade Eyes Salute

No Shove Look Through

No Auto Diary

No Auto MP3 & Handheld

No Auto Hang out

No Auto Jump on Bed

No Auto Napping

No Auto Noogies

No Auto Smell Flowers

No Baby Toddler Swarming

No Bogarting OFB Toys

No Dancing in Silence

No Pet Obsession 

No Meeting Professors

No Whining at Missing Objects

No Weekly Report

No Friends Needed For Careers

^^ click here for other EP options of these mods ^^

Job Level Label

Smarter Lights

Mirrors Go Down With Walls

Shadow Fix

No Hobby Stalkers

Go Under Spiral Stairs

Static UI Poses

No Pet LTWs

No Plantsim due to spraying

Jump Rope Outside

Faster University Education (36 hours)

Simply Leftovers

Single Slap Only

Stay Things Shrub

Stuck Object Remover

Personality, Please!

Wild Child

ACR

Monique’s Hacked Computer, Add ons

Sliders

Hidden Toddler/Pet interaction unlocked

𝐹𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈

Epsilon

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[zukothelasthonorbender]

GENERAL RULES OF A PROTEST:

1. Don't wear contacts.

2. If you get tear gassed, when you get home, put the contaminated clothes in a plastic bag for later decontamination and shower with cold water to avoid opening your pores.

3. Come with friends and don't get separated.

Avoid leaving the crowd and watch out for police snatch squads.

4. Beware undercovers, but beware snitch jacketing and collaborator 'peace police' even more.

5. The far right is very good at combing through pictures and doxxing people. Mask up. Also its covid and with mace and pepper spray bring extra..once its hit with those itll suffocate you and be rendered useless.

6. Write any necessary phone numbers you may need directly on your skin in sharpie.

7. Have an offsite plan for emergencies if you have not been heard from by X time coordinated with someone offsite.

8. Make sure all mobile devices are charged!!

9. If you plan on going to jail, plan it: bail, lawyer, time off from work, witnesses i.e.: a cadre. Don't just go to jail without training.

10. Beware folks inciting violence. Most of them are police feds. Watch out for hook ups for the same reason. Get to know the crowd. They will set you up.

+ Deactivate "touch id" on your iPhone -- they cannot legally force you to open your locked phone via your passcode.

[thelovelymrsc]

Full glam makeup routine💋

I mentioned in a previous ask that I would write out my makeup routine, so here it is lovelies!

First up: Base

Moisturize 👏🏻before 👏🏻your 👏🏻 foundation

I don’t care what skin type you have, you need a moisture barrier under all of your makeup!

I use a CereVe morning moisturizer with SPF because I have a paler skin tone and want to protect my skin.

Then, you can apply a primer if you wish. A silicone based primer for pore reduction or another layer of hydration if your skin is drier.

For foundation: I love the Too Faced Born This Way Foundation. They had a shade for my skin tone which can be difficult to match, and the formula is superb for that glam coverage look. I’ve also used Fenty Beauty and enjoyed it, as well as Wet n Wild photo focus foundation.

Concealer: I’ve been using Tarte Shape Tape because, again, they had the right shade. This is very full coverage so be careful to avoid cake face. I apply it as a highlighting concealer.

Powder: Currently I’m using the Jaclyn Cosmetics face powder palette. I’m enjoying it so far, but I usually only set where my concealer is. A tried and true is the Laura Mercier translucent setting powder. It’s well loved for a reason. Another favorite is the beauty bakerie flour powder.

Setting spray: Someone would really have to convince me that paying top dollar for setting spray is worth it, because my wet n wild photo focus natural spray is all I need. I’ve used Urban Decay, and it’s good, but I really feel like a face spray doesn’t need to be that much money.

Blush, Bronze, Highlight:

Blush: I LOVE blush. I mean, I’m just obsessed with it. I sincerely feel as if it’s the most feminine makeup essential next to maybe lip gloss. My current favorite is the Jaclyn Cosmetics cream to powder blush stick. It blends out over anything even if you’ve already set with powder. It just makes you look youthful and supple. I also love Tarte Amazonian clay blushes!

Bronzer: I’m not huge into contouring, I mostly brontour ( a mix of contour and bronze) around the edges of my face and sides of my nose. I have a rounder face so I find harsh contour looks fake on me. I love Too Faced Milk Chocolate bronzer. It’s blendable and suits my skin tone. I do want to try cream bronzer again in the future because I find cream products look so natural and are great for layering with powder for a long lasting look

Highlight: It may seem like I’m a Jaclyn Hill super fan at this point, but I’m really not haha! I just recently detoxed my products and I’m only purchasing and using things that are high quality and work for me. And I placed a jaclyn cosmetic order right after that detox. So I used to have 10+ highlights, and now I have maybe 2. I really love Accent Light from Jaclyn Hill. And her mood light powder as well. I used to use the Hourglass ambient powder in Ethereal, as well as some Becca cosmetics highlights. I did use those up though!

Eyes:

Base: MAC painterly paint pot is my one and only if I use a base. Sometimes I just use concealer.

Shadow: Morphe shadows are great, I had a mini Natasha denona palette that tragically shattered 😩but I did love it, Colourpop shadows are really soft and lovely.

Glitter: Urban decay glitter liners are beautiful with such interesting reflect colors, Stila liquid shadows are stunning, Makeup forever loose glitters are perhaps the most stunning finely milled glitter in existence, and make sure to use Too Faced glitter glue when using loose glitters.

Liquid Liner: I’ve used quite a few liners in my day. I will recommend Stila Stay all day. But right now? I’m using ELF. And it works just fine. If you are prone to rubbing your eyes even a little, it isn’t for you. That’s the only downfall. I like the black and brown liners.

Pencil liner: I only use pencil liner for lining the water line in white. And the one I use is L’Oréal, but I used to love the NYX one in Milk. It’s a classic and it’s still selling out in stores to this day.

Mascara: I’m not going to even tell you the mascara I’m using right now because I hate it. It’s awful and I’m trying to use it up but I may give up soon. I used to love Tarte mascaras. I think the better than sex mascara isn’t worth it 🤭. Essence lash princess got the job done.

Lashes: I’m just now getting into lashes, but right now I use the classic Ardell wispies and I cut them in half. This is a great trick if positioning lashes is hard for you but you love the cat eye effect.

Brows: I use ELF tinted brow gel, occasionally a brown shadow. I’m not into brows very much though.

Lips:

Lip balm: Burt’s bees is good and I keep that in my purse usually. But my go to lip care is the Laniege lip mask. I’m obsessed with it.

Liquid lipstick: MAC liquid lips have the best staying power. I wore one on my wedding day. Lip cushions from jaclyn cosmetic changed the game for me. I don’t care what people say about her, that product is bomb😂, NYX lip lingerie and soft matte lip creams are good too.

Cream lipstick: I just tried a Clinique lipstick and I love it! Definitely want more from them. PUR cosmetics came out with a Barbie line a while ago and my husband got me a lipstick from their collection and I’ve almost ran out I love it so much. MAC used to be a fav of mine too. Bite beauty has the creamiest formula that smells divine.

Lip liner: MAC liners are superb. Colourpop liner is super creamy. NYX liners are less creamy but great too!

Lip gloss: Fenty Beauty. Hands down. Literally the only glosses I kept when I decluttered.

Every day lip combo: MAC liner in whirl, jaclyn cosmetics lip cushion in last first kiss. Occasionally layer fenty gloss in fenty glow.

The PERFECT matte red lip: NYX liner in spicy, MAC liquid lip in feels so grand.

The PERFECT creamy red lip: NYX liner in spicy, Clinique pop lipstick in roses are red. Add fenty gloss in diamond milk for extra pop.

Tools:

Brushes: I have a lot of random brushes from beauty subscriptions, but I also love morphe brushes. I’m wanting to invest in very high quality ones, but I haven’t just yet!

Sponge: real techniques all day! I like it more than beauty blender.

Eyelash curler: I use a revlon one!

[dreamgrlarchive]

Face:

primers (natural, matte, radiant) (Smashbox, Fenty, Maybelline)

tinted moisturizer/bb cream (Maybelline, NYX)

foundations (matte, dewy, radiant, natural)(NARS!!, Maybelline, Fenty, MAC)

cream contour (Anastasia Beverly Hills, Fenty)

concealers (brightening and concealing) (LA GIRL!!!, NARS, Maybelline, Tarte)

bronzer (yes, you, girl with the pretty dark skin, you too)(Morphe, NYX)

face powders (mattifying, finishing)(Fenty, Maybelline, Too Faced)

under eye powder (translucent for light skin tones, banana for dark, buttercup for deep+)(Laura Mercier, Becca, Sacha)

highlighter (powder, liquid, shimmer, luminous)(Becca, Anastasia Beverly Hills)

blush! (try an array of shades, matte, radiant, luminizing) (NARS!!!, Morphe, Fenty, Hourglass, COVER FX)

Eyes:

mascara (thickening, lengthening, volumizing, curling) (Tarte, Too Faced, Maybelline, IT Cosmetics)

eyeshadow (nude, colorful, rosy, shimmers) (Huda Beauty!!, MAC, Anastasia Beverly Hills, Pat McGrath Labs, Dose of Colors)

eyeliners (felt tip, creme pots, liquid) (NYX, Fenty, Rimmel)

lashes (Lilly Lashes, Eyelure, Ardell)

liquid/creme shadow (Huda Beauty, Stila, NYX)

pigments (NYX, Iconic London, MAC, Peaches n Cream Cosmetics, Toffee Cosmetics, Anastasia Beverly Hills)

Brows:

pomade (Anastasia Beverly Hills, Benefit)

powder (NYX, Benefit)

pencils (NYX, Anastasia Beverly Hills, Benefit, L’Oreal)

conceal and highlight (LA Girl)

Lips:

lipstick (matte, satin, creme, gloss) (MAC!!, Fenty, NARS)

lipliner (NYX, Colourpop)

lip gloss!! (NYX, Whippd Cosmetics, Fenty, @saweetie 4 Morphe, Victoria’s Secret, MAC)

Tips:

when contouring and highlighting, blend the edges of the lighter and darker product with your foundation first. your makeup will appear more blurred and smooth and less articulated and deliberate.

layer blush in between under eye highlight and bronzer. with a damp sponge, melt the three products together. another blurring effect.

pop a highlight right under the arch of your brow to add dimension to your face.

to finish, before setting powders and spray, spritz your blending sponge with your setting spray of choice and press it into your entire face, to melt the makeup together and blur your pores before sealing it all in.

[seijorhi]

Acts of Devotion

👀 i um 👉 👈 i hope this is okay...

Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader

TW blood, gore, violence, murder, dub con, nsfw

Akaashi loves you.

He’s known that for a long time now, probably from the very first moment he laid eyes on you, back when you were both just wide eyed first year uni students, wildly out of your depths.

A lot’s changed since then. For one, he now gets to call you his, and it’s his arms that you return to at the end of a long day, his house that you both live in. It’d be a lie to say that it doesn’t bother him that he wasn’t your first love, but he’s contented himself with the knowledge that he’ll be your last. Your only great love.

The only one that matters.

But it hasn’t been without its challenges. He’s learned a lot about love since those early days, about what it means to truly devote yourself to somebody, to give everything you have for them.

Love essentially boils down to two things, Akaashi’s come to realise - sacrifice, and forgiveness. 

You always look so beautiful when you’re sleeping. Of course, Akaashi thinks you’re beautiful all the time; when you’re smiling and laughing, when your face is screwed up in petulant anger, when those pretty eyes of yours well with tears and they glimmer and shine - but there’s something about the peaceful expression, so soft and unguarded when you’re asleep that inexplicably draws him in. 

There’s a part of him that wants nothing more than to stay, to reach out and brush away the hair that’s fallen across your face, pull you closer and let sleep drag him under, but he can’t. 

Not tonight.

Instead he cranes his neck to press a kiss against your lips, a small smile tugging at his lips when you let out a quiet mewl in response. He loves you so, so much… that’s why he has to do this.

He’d forgive you anything. You know that, don’t you?

Sure, it hurt him when he found the messages. Scrolling back through your text history, it was like somebody had grabbed him by the throat and plunged a knife into his gut, twisting it for good measure.

Kaito i don’t know what to do

i love him but lately it feels like idk he’s being a little controlling i guess? 

… but maybe i’m just being paranoid?

He knows it’s not entirely your fault. For all the amazing qualities you possess, you are remarkably naive and so very, very impressionable - which worked to his favour in the beginning, he’ll be the first to admit, but now…

Now it’s becoming a problem.

You haven’t realised yet that everything Akaashi’s doing - it’s all for your own good. 

Your family wanted you under their thumb. They always asked too much of you, guilt tripped you whenever you tried to stand up for yourself or set boundaries. They’d never be happy for you, not truly. It hurts, he knows that, but some people don’t deserve to be in your life, especially when they treat you like that. 

Your job was causing you stress, and your boss was an arrogant, nasty piece of work. His salary is more than enough to support you both, why put yourself through that if you don’t need to? Aren’t you happier now that you don’t have to trudge into that office every day and pretend that it isn’t making you miserable?

Your friends were bad influences. Jealous of your relationship for one, but they were also petty, self absorbed and vapid, always trying to drag you down to their level so you wouldn’t ever outshine them. You’re better off without them, why can’t you see that?

Akaashi’s the only one you’ll ever need.

And he really thought that he’d solved that little problem, but apparently not. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised that out of all of them, Kaito’s the one who’s been the hardest to shake. An old friend of yours from high school, Akaashi had known within five minutes of meeting him that he was head over heels in love with you and had been for a long, long time. 

He can’t blame him for that. You’re beautiful. Perfect. Entirely his. It’s painfully obvious that even before he came into the picture to sweep you off your feet, you’d never so much as looked twice at the guy. So Akaashi was more or less content to let his somewhat pitiful one sided crush on you slide. Considering that he had absolutely no intentions of letting him or any of your other friends remain part of your life for much longer, it was hardly worth wasting energy thinking about.

Until, that is, he read the messages that Kaito’s been sending you.

Leave him

I’m serious. 

My sister had a friend who was with a guy like that. She had to get a restraining order because he wouldn’t let her go - it got scary… You can come stay with me. I don’t want you getting hurt :(

It’s that last one that bothers him. Not the attempts to lure you away from him under the guise of being a safe haven from your ‘dangerous’ boyfriend, painting himself as your knight in shining armour - mildly irritating if not a little amusing - but for putting the idea in your head that Akaashi would ever hurt you.

That he can’t forgive.

He won’t have you look at him with fear in your eyes. 

Akaashi’s never tried to deny that side of himself, but he’s kept it from you, locked it away and buried it deep. The things he does… you’re too pure for that. He loves you, loves the way that your eyes still soften when you catch sight of him, the warm, trusting naivety that bleeds out of your every pore. If you knew what the hands that caressed you so gently had done, would you still beg for his touch?

You wouldn’t, he knows that just as he knows that even if you were to uncover the truth, he wouldn’t let you go. He can’t, you’re his.

Is it really so selfish of him to want to preserve that innocent naivety? 

But it seems like now he’ll have to indulge once again, and Akaashi, really, truly can’t say that it bothers him. Killing other people has always thrilled him, made the blood in his veins race… Killing other people for you, oh, that’s going to be a whole other level of pleasure he can’t wait to explore. 

The pads of his fingers trace the curve of your jaw for just a moment. “Back soon,” he whispers, gracing your cheek with a feather light kiss.

You’ve never asked why the door to the basement locks from both sides, he doesn’t even think you realise that the walls are soundproofed. Tonight he’s grateful. You won’t wake up, he’s almost positive of that, but Akaashi has no desire to be gone from your side for any longer than absolutely necessary.

He usually prefers to take his time. 

His first kill was more of an accident than anything else, there was too much blood, he panicked and it was over in the blink of an eye. There wasn’t time to savour it, to really enjoy the sight of the light leaving their eyes, the weak, desperate struggles and whimpers, the tantalising fear that inevitably bleeds into the air, growing more potent by the second - even the strongest break eventually. He’s learned since then how to draw it out, how to have fun with his work.

But he doesn’t have that luxury tonight, and, as he keeps having to remind himself, this isn’t about his pleasure.

Guns are quick. Messy. Akaashi’s never really taken a liking to the crude, graceless weapon. He prefers his knives. 

Waving a gun in somebody’s face gives them the idea that they’re going to die, and there are only so many times that you can shoot somebody before they just… bleed out. It’s not nearly as satisfying a death. A knife, on the other hand, brings with it more opportunities. It isn’t death that his victim becomes worried about, at least not initially, but pain. And as his hand glides over his collection, Akaashi decides that Kaito is due for a little pain.

I love him, you’d texted. I love him. I love him. I love him.

That’s what he’s trying to protect. 

Long, pale fingers wrap around the handle of his chef’s knife, (eight inches, sharp - a familiar, comforting weight in his hand) and he takes a deep, steadying breath.

Kaito’s mouth is taped shut. Akaashi doesn’t want to hear a filthy word out of those lips. His hands are bound behind his back, his ankles tied to the old, wooden chair. He’s good with his knots, the more Kaito struggles, the tighter they pull. And judging from the ugly, purpling shade of his hands and the tears leaking from bloodshot eyes, he’s been struggling for a while.

Good.

Akaashi smiles as he strolls towards his captive audience, fingering the straight edge of the knife. Kaito doesn’t try to speak, but the muffled whines and sobs grow louder with every step closed between them. The fear and tension in the air is palpable. 

His breath is little more than a frantic wheezing by the time Akaashi stops in front of him and drops into a crouch. Cool, gunmetal blue eyes meet Kaito’s deep brown ones, blown wide with terror.

“I’m not the monster you think I am,” he admits quietly. 

Looking up at him from beneath long, dark lashes, a faint smile on his lips, Akaashi could almost pass for an angel if not for the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand. Kaito pales, his entire body going taut as his gaze slides from Akaashi’s face to the gleaming blade in his hand. He shakes his head in desperation, another muffled scream escaping his gag-

Akaashi strikes fast, like a viper. The blade plunges into the meat of Kaito’s thigh and without an ounce of mercy, Akaashi yanks it back towards his knee.

The scream that rips through the air sends a pleasurable shiver of warmth down his spine, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he feels the muscles beneath him convulse. The gash isn’t too long, maybe a few inches, but it’s deep and Akaashi’s smirk only grows as warm blood gushes from the wound, coating his hand in slick vermilion. 

He tugs the knife free, rewarded with another choked howl from his captive as more blood sprays. Bound to the chair, there’s not a whole lot of room for Kaito to move, but it’s somewhat amusing to watch him try to thrash, escape the white hot agony radiating from his thigh through his entire body. It’s hard for the human body to comprehend that level of pain, and from experience, Akaashi’s well aware that it won’t take long for his body to go into shock and simply shut down from the blood loss, and once that happens, he won’t be of much use to anyone. 

Kaito’s trembling, face pale, his skin clammy. Impossibly black pupils swallow his irises whole, erratically tracking his captor’s every movement as Akaashi pushes himself to his feet and takes a moment to study him. Tears and bubbles of snot leak in a disgusting mix down his jaw, dripping onto his lap as he sobs against his bindings. It’s pitiful, seeing a man reduced to a whimpering, terrified wreck, but as the hand still holding his knife grips at his chin and yanks his face closer, Akaashi can’t help but gleefully drink it all in. 

Your would be knight in shining armour doesn’t look quite so strong and capable now, does he?

Akaashi doesn’t have much time left to make him suffer, but he can’t seem to resist trailing his fingers along Kaito’s injured leg, digging them deep into the ruined muscle - grinning wildly when he convulses and screams, arching up off the chair. 

There’s still so much that he’d like to do. He toys with the idea of taking his tongue, of carving his knife deep into his skin just to watch him whimper and bleed… but no. This isn’t about indulgence. This is about you. He has to have more discipline than that.

Dangling on the edge of consciousness, Kaito meets his gaze one last time. Maybe he senses that his death is close, or maybe he’s just searching for a last minute reprieve, mercy from the cold blooded killer before him. Terrified, agonised, delirious from the blood loss, he tries to speak - a plea, he thinks, or maybe just incomprehensible babbling, but his eyes burn into Akaashi’s, desperate and hollow.

Akaashi’s never been one for theatrics. He won’t waste more time monologuing while your friend clings to the last vestiges of life. If Kaito hasn’t guessed by now the reasons he’s ended up here, at Akaashi’s mercy, he’s far less intelligent than he gave him credit for, but he supposes that he owes him something, at least. 

“I love her,” he says with a small shrug, as if it explains everything.

And maybe it does. 

It hardly matters though, as Akaashi decides to finally end it with a vicious slice across his throat. Blood sprays like a fountain, splattering across the room and drenching him, Kaito’s body slumps in his seat, the last flicker of life slowly snuffing out, and Akaashi revels in the pure, sweet euphoria that floods his system.

He’s never killed anybody while you were home with him before. Normally he’s methodical, quick to clean up whatever mess is left behind. Tonight though, Akaashi doesn’t have the patience for all that.

He should at least take a shower, rid himself of the blood that soaked him to the skin, but the call of your arms, the sweet, soft floral scent he longs to drown himself in beckoning is too hard to resist. He sheds his clothes, casting them aside haphazardly along with the bloody knife as he stalks down the hallway to the bedroom. His heart is still racing, excitement drumming through his veins as he crawls onto the bed and slides the covers off of you.

Dimly, he registers that this is a monumentally bad idea, but all he can think about is the vivid memory of the light leaving Kaito’s eyes and you. Tonight, he killed for you, and it was exhilarating.

He doesn’t think he could stop himself even if he wanted to, and why would he want to?

You’re perfect, beautiful - his. Nothing and nobody will ever be able to separate the two of you, he’ll kill anybody who tries. 

You stir a little as Akaashi’s lips graze along your skin, his fingers sliding the silk of your nightgown up over your hips.

“‘Kaashi?” you sleepily murmur, trying to blink heavy eyelids open.

He wonders if you can feel the way his bloodstained hands are trembling as they ease your supple thighs apart. “Shh, baby,” he presses a kiss against your leg as he manoeuvres himself between them, “It’s okay, go back to sleep.”

Let me take care of you. 

He needs this.

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - When you suddenly hold his hand

Original title: 当你突然握住他的手

Original author: 池离子

[ VICTOR ]

You’re sitting on the sofa while Victor’s next to you, looking through documents.

Peering at Victor, you watch as he pores over the documents very seriously - so seriously that he doesn't even notice you staring at him. Carefully admiring him from head to toe, your eyes finally land on Victor’s hand.

His hand is much larger than yours. Looking at your own small and petite hands, you find them adorable and a perfect match for Victor’s well-defined hands. Reaching out, you place your hand atop the hand that he’s using to hold the documents. 

He turns to glance at you, realising that you’re staring at his hand. In response, he swaps the documents to his other hand, freeing the hand that’s held by you.

“You’ve already had one pudding tonight. There isn’t a second one."

You swat his hand angrily.

"What? In your eyes, is everything I do linked to pudding?”

He’s taken aback slightly, but eventually returns his gaze to the document.

You spread his hand flat, then put your own hand on it. One big and one small - a good fit. You can feel the warmth of his palm. This hand held yours at the dance, held your waist in the ski resort, and wiped cream from the corner of your mouth. Thinking about it, you unfurl your hand before clutching Victor’s tightly.

Victor’s eyes never leave the document, but he returns your grip with equal force.

Your hand is delicate and small. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, and the ticklish sensation makes you stifle your laughter. Despite wanting to pull your hand away, he doesn't let you go. Instead, he tightens his grip, as though fearing that you’d pull your hand away from his.

"Don’t move.”

“In this lifetime... you can’t leave.”

-

[ GAVIN ]

Gavin is watching TV with you, the both of you huddled in a corner of the sofa, squished into a small ball. Your head is resting on his shoulder, and your hands are on your kneecaps. A faint light has been purposefully left on in the room to prevent it from being in complete darkness, and also to set the ambience.

Your gaze shifts from the boring advertisement to Gavin, and see that his hand is on his leg.

You’re suddenly struck with a mischievous idea.

You place your small and delicate hand on the back of Gavin’s. Noticing your action, he lowers his head slightly and asks if something’s wrong.

Ignoring him, you continue playing with his hand, feeling the rough callouses on it from years of wielding a gun. After giving them careful touches, you burrow your own hand underneath Gavin’s. With this, your hand makes direct contact with his leg.

Gavin doesn’t say a word. You can sense that he’s gradually tightening his grip on your hand. He’s exerting pressure, but is in control to ensure that he isn’t grasping your hand too tightly. He wraps your small hand in his large palm. His heartbeat seems to be following his palm, sending you a steady stream of signals.

Lifting your head to look at him, you find that his eyes are fixed on the TV, and his ears have turned crimson.

Using your free hand, you reach out to touch his ear. It’s terribly hot.

“Gavin, your ears are so red and warm...”

Gavin turns to face you.

“Cough. That’s because... you lighted the fire...”

-

[ LUCIEN ]

You’ve come to Lucien’s laboratory to pick him up from work. By this time, Lucien should have already hung up his white coat, and should be sitting on his office chair, grinning as you rush in with snacks you bought along the way. But today, when you rush in with the egg tart you purchased, the white lab coat is still on Lucien. He sits before the laptop, holding some documents while perusing through them.

"You’re here? Sorry, there was a little issue at work today. I'm currently looking for the cause of it. You might have to wait a while. I'll be done as soon as possible.”

You nod, placing the egg tart on his table. Shifting a chair over, you sit beside him.

Lucien always smells good, you think to yourself. There’s always a cool and fragrant scent on him, but you’ve never seen him spraying cologne. The flowers at home don’t have this scent either. Giving him a careful whiff, you can’t guess what it is.

You haven’t seen Lucien in an entire day! Right now, you really need a Lucien-recharge, so you stand up to move behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bury your face in his white coat, one hand hanging loosely in front of his chest. He isn’t too surprised, nor is he caught off guard. After all, you’ve used this trick many times, and he’s grown used to it.

Inhaling Lucien’s scent deeply, you find that he’s really nice to smell. Lucien seems to be tickled by your breath. He chuckles lightly while giving the arm in front of him a gentle pet. You grab his hand.

"Lulu... how much longer will you take?”

He grips your hand tightly, as though he’s giving you a response.

“Ten minutes. Just wait for a little longer. I���ll be done soon, okay?”

With this, he brings your hand to his lips, giving the back of your hand a gentle kiss.

This action flusters you so much that you want to find a hole to burrow into. Although you hurriedly attempt to withdraw your hand, Lucien’s stronger than you, and he clasps your hand tightly, giving it another firm kiss.

As though succumbing to fate, you slump against his neck, putting your arms around his neck.

Even though you can’t see your own expression, your face has already started to feel warm, and your ears are probably red to their tips as well.

"You must be feeling shy. Let me see...” After saying this, he turns his head.

“Don’t look!" You mumble, burying your face in the shoulder of his white coat.

-

[ KIRO ]

The two of you have just finished a game, and are slumped on two beanbags next to each other, surrounded by potato chips and soda. Kiro tosses the controller to the side, then leans against you coquettishly.

"Miss Chips is too good at playing! I can't beat her at all! I’m not playing anymore! It’s so embarrassing!”

You rub the golden head that has leaned over. His hair is so soft. For a moment, you even feel like you’re petting a large golden retriever.

You glance at the controller which has been thrown onto the carpet. Eyes shifting upwards, you see a pair of hands that you’re highly envious of.

He’s a celebrity, so of course it’s very important to have a pair of nice-looking hands. Kiro has taken off his ring. Originally, his hands are thin, long and pale, and the part where he often wears the ring is even more tender. You look at your own hands. As compared to Kiro’s, you probably aren’t even considered a female.

Brimming with jealousy, you slowly stroke the back of his hand. The delicateness of Kiro’s hand is just like yours.

"Miss Chips..."

You hear him calling you like this, but you have no intention of responding. You simply rely on your courage to continue. You put your hand in his palm and look at him, anticipating his next move.

Kiro is fascinated by the huge watery eyes you’re giving him, and immediately grabs your hand.

"I knew it... You’re just as hungry as I am, aren’t you? Let's find something to eat! There’s never enough snacks!”

"?"

He gets up quickly and grips your hand tightly, trying to pull you up too.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"

You look up at him as he radiates with light, and release a chuckle.

"Okay, okay!”

Borrowing his strength, you stand up as well. The two of you walk to the kitchen while grinning and swinging each others’ hands like little children.

-

[ SHAW ]

It's too hot. Surviving the summer is going to be difficult.

The air conditioner at home is broken, and you’re still sweating despite wearing a blouse. Shaw steps out of the kitchen with a large glass of iced cola in his hand. Judging by the volume, it’s clear that he mixed Cola and Sprite again. 

He sits next to you, gulping it down, and you watch as water vapour surrounds and the glass. it must have been chilled. You’re going crazy from the heat, so you unfurl your hand in front of him, indicating that he had better give you a sip of the iced cola.

Instead, this ignorant man put his hand on yours. Not only is there no cola to drink, but it’s also warm.

"Stinky Brother, I asked you to give me a sip, not your hand." You swat his hand away, moving forward to snatch the cola in his other hand.

"Hey hey hey Mary Sue, be careful. I mixed two soft drinks in this. Don't spill it on me..."

Shaw knows that you genuinely can’t stand the heat, so he doesn’t tease you this time. Instead, he obediently places the cup in the palm of your hand. The wall of the cup is icy cold, and it’s so comfortable that you want to stick your face against it.

You take a small sip, and the cooling sensation fills your mouth, and your mood becomes exponentially better. Filled with a sudden impulse, you reach out, grabbing Shaw’s hand tightly.

You expected Shaw to respond by returning your grip.

But Shaw is Shaw, and he’s always testing your patience.

"Oh? Auntie, you maintain your skin pretty well for someone who has reached middle-age... tsk tsk tsk.” He speaks, lifting your hand up and scrutinising it.

"You brat. I’m right here, so you better cleanse your mouth...”

With the cola in one hand, you try to retract the other.

Not caring that it’s warm, Shaw grasps your hand tightly, uttering a casual apology. On account of the cola, you decide not to hold a grudge against him.

"Mary Sue, save me some. Don't drink it all." Shaw leans over, and the only thing separating your faces is the glass.

“Also, let’s head out later. Your hand’s really empty... I need to get you some jewellery... Do you like rings?”

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[stuckinthe00s]

Updated Natural Everyday Makeup Routine

Over the months, my makeup routine has changed drastically. These changes have made my makeup appear flawless & airbrushed, the exact look I was going for. I get tons of compliments on my makeup, & you can too if you follow along.

PREP & PRIME:

To prep my face for my makeup routine, I first moisturize with my Pond's cream. I use the original blue top one for dry skin, since it is getting a little cold, this is the perfect cream for dry skin girls like myself

Once my face is moisturized, I let that sit for a moment just to soak all the moisture in then I prime with the SmashBox Photo Finish Smooth & Blur primer, this is great for smoothing out those pores and getting that airbrushed finish underneath your makeup

FACE:

Starting with my eyebrows, I use this powder that I received in a Boxycharm some months ago, but I'm pretty sure you can find it once you search it. It's called Brow Makeover Kit by Brow Bar by Reema & I love this powder brow palette. I use the medium palette because I am brown-skinned & I don't like my brows to be extremely dark. The palette can be a little dry so I like to spray the color that I'm using for my brows with a little setting spay, then proceed to fill in my brows to my preferred desire using a Morphe eyebrow brush.

Moving on to my foundation, I recently just switched from liquid to cream & I'm in LOVE. Best decision ever. Cream is just more easier to blend and gives me an airbrushed flawless look without making it seem like I have hella makeup on. I didn't really know how to shop for cream foundation, so a Sephora employee helped me & my first choice was going to be the Hourglass Cosmetics Vanish Seamless Finish Foundation Stick in the shade Sable because it matched perfectly, it literally went on as butter and dissolved into my skin, but of course they were sold out, so I went with the Makeup Forever Ultra HD Stick Foundation and it matches just as well. I love it.

Once my foundation is on, I conceal under my eyes, Cupid's bow, & nose with the TooFaced Born this Way concealer in the shade Chai with a beauty blender.

After my dark circles are concealed (LOL), I set everything with the Laura Mercier Translucent setting powder in the shade Translucent Honey, I didn't really want to get the lightest shade because I didn't want my face t be extremely "bright" when baking, & I didn't want to get the darkest shade because I wanted my face to have some light to it to make it seem as if I'm "awake", so the Honey shade is the perfect mix in between.

My makeup routine is pretty simple, I don't contour mainly because my face is pretty slim and I'd probably look like a skeleton if I were to, & because I don't really have the skills to perfect a perfect contour as well 🤣, so I definitely skip that step and go straight to my highlight with the Becca Cosmetics Pressed Highlighter in Champagne Pop which they discontinued the Becca Cosmetics line so RIP to her.

After the highlighter is on, I go ahead and set my face with my Charlotte Tilbury Airbrush Flawless Setting Spray, WHICH I'M OBSESSED WITH. The packaging does not lie when they say: "Stay all day, Party all night".

LIPS:

Now we all know, lips are always the finishing touches in a girl's makeup routine & I typically go for a nude lipstick with a little gloss combo.

As a brown-skinned girl, who would I be if I didn't line my lips with a brown liner first (if you know, you know) & I don't use anything special, just the Sephora brand lipliner in the shade "Molasses"

For lipstick, I have 2 favorite nude lipsticks that are the perfect nude for my skin color, & are moisturizing. Those lipsticks would be Milani Matte Lipstick in the shade "Matte Nude" & Soap & Glory Sexy MotherPucker Lipstick in the shade "Super Nude"

As stated, I like to put a little gloss on the finishing touches and my go-to lipgloss for that would be Victoria's Secret "Candy Baby", literally the best sheer pink lipgloss there is.

That is all for my updated natural everyday makeup routine, I hope you all enjoyed this read.

xoxo, MissJaiDior

[ashintheairlikesnow]

OH ANTONI 🥺🥺🥺 my poor baby. I hope he will find it within himself to come clean to Jake or SOMEONE about this :((((

(((ALSO CANT WAIT FOR MORR))))

One Two Three Four Five Six

CW: Wound cleaning, burns, touch aversion, aftermath of torture, BBU, conditioned fucky headspace

"Lift your chin for me," she commands, and he doesn't really remember that he could choose not to obey.

Antoni dutifully shifts, his eyes moving to roam over a line of framed photographs along the wall behind her. A wedding photo, faded with time, a much, much younger version of the woman currently dabbing a cotton ball dipped in something cold and stinging to the fresh burn on his throat with a man he's never seen. The two of them are smiling, holding hands, looking right into the camera.

Bright white wedding dress turned cream with yellowing paper, with time, covered in lace. Powder-blue tuxedo. Brilliant smiles.

She touches the cotton ball to his skin and he hisses, hands tightening where they grip the edges of the chair he's sitting on. The sting rockets through him, only a pale echo of the original pain, but it's enough.

It's enough.

Fuck, that's hot.

He catches the sob before it can leave his throat, forces the burn behind his eyes to stay there and not turn into tears. He will not cry over this again.

Not now.

"There we go, just a bit more," She says, her voice gruffly compassionate. She presses a small rounded bandage against his throat, her fingertips are warm against his neck.

His skin crawls at even this slight, indirect touch, but he doesn't protest.

He wouldn't dare.

"All done. That's not s'bad, I think with a good bandaging it won't scar half so bad as all its little friends down south," She mutters, more to herself than him, really.

Where her fingers touch, he feels the echoes of other hands around his throat. Thicker fingers, heavy with rings. Smiling down at him.

Beg for me, love.

"Please-" It's automatic. He's drifting, in and out of this old kitchen that still looks like it must have looked thirty years ago, when the man in the wedding photo would still be here maybe cooking or cleaning or chatting up a storm to anyone who popped by for a visit.

"Hm? You say something, sweetheart?" Miss Ruth looks at him, and those dark eyes are shrewd. They know more than anyone is supposed to, they know things Nat hasn't told her. Hasn't had to.

"Ah, no," He whispers. "Just. I am very tired."

"No doubt. I'll finish these up and you can get back to your own bed and no doubt you'll be glad to get there." She looks him over, and his eyes dance to hers and away again. Back to the photos.

He sees a family photo, the two people from before and a daughter and son. Everyone is smiling, looking carefully just off to the side. They wear matching outfits.

"Get a look at 'em?"

There's a 35th wedding anniversary picture with a big banner behind the happy couple. The two people, much older, stand in front a cake nearly as tall as they are, surrounded by others. Everyone in the photo smiles in sort of the same way.

The next photo is a birthday, he thinks. There's a boy and a young baby in the photo, and the man from wedding and anniversary photo isn't there. Miss Ruth, holding her grandbaby he thinks, is wearing all black. The photo was taken in a church, and there's a spray of white lilies just visible at the edge of the picture.

Another, with Jaden, who Chris plays basketball with. The kid who more or less effortlessly opened his life for Chris when Chris badly needed a friend his own age, or closer to it, to remember what being a kid was like.

He is reading, in images, the story of this woman's adult life. Marriage, and death, and birth. Children. Life going on.

A life he won't have, that he gave up every possibility of having, because of... of whatever is inside him that Mr. Davies knew about, that the people who just hurt him could see in him even though he cannot see it himself.

He must look like someone who deserves to be hurt.

"Young man." She taps on the back of his hand and he flinches, blinking at her, struggling to pull himself out of his reverie. Her words filter through his mind, shift into the language all his thoughts are moving in, come back out in hers. He swallows, feeling a lump in his throat that refuses to move.

"I'm... sorry," He says softly, with difficulty. "I did not hear."

"I can tell. I asked did you get a good look at whoever did this to you." Her eyes roam over his chest, his stomach. The circle of new burns, placed so carefully compared to the haphazard placement Mr. Davies had favored, no pattern at all. "Looks like they took their damn time, anyway, to get you so much."

"N-... no." Antoni's eyebrows furrow, and he tries to think, but all he can remember is their hands holding the lit cigarettes, the quiet one touching his face, ruffling his hair. He can't... he can't remember their faces at all. "I am sorry."

You're fucking gorgeous, buddy, you know that?

"Hm." If she's disappointed in him, nothing changes about her expression, still held in a kind of skeptical compassion as she wets a new cotton ball in liquid from a small frosted plastic bottle and touches it to each burn, one by one, in the circle. It's like a ritual, the sting, washing away a bit of sin with each hint of pain. He clothes his eyes and breathes carefully through it.

When he is done, each circle covered with a bandage that is shades darker than his skin, she steps back to look him over, critically. She steps away and he takes in deep breaths free of her air, the powdery scent of her. He breathes in her absence, no one nearby.

She returns with a washcloth and he takes it, scrubs at his face until his cheeks are red but clean, until you can't tell anymore that he cried while they burned him.

Good boy.

"You can stay here," She says, voice low now. "Sleep it off for a while. I've got a guest room."

"No. No, I will go home. Thank you. I will... I want to go home." He looks out the kitchen window right at Nat's house next door. No lights are on... yet. But there isn't much time before they will be.

"Fair enough. You plan to tell 'em what happened to you?"

He looks back at her, searches for the judgement, finds none.

"No," He says. Confesses, really, his sin. "I will not."

I will lie to them.

"That's your choice to make, I suppose." She lays a hand on his arm. He doesn't pull away from her. He wants to unzip himself from his skin and step out of it, let them all have what they seem to want to touch so much.

Instead, he holds himself perfectly still, until she pats him a few times and steps away again.

"I've done what I can do. You come back over here tomorrow or the day after and we'll look 'em over again and make sure they're healing up nice, you got me?"

"Yes," He says. He is good. He can be good.

"Right. Off you go, then, before your people wake up and you get to come up with a story about why you're in an old widow's house at 4:30 in the morning, hm? You're pretty enough, but you're no Wilbur." She laughs to herself, a dry and crackly sound, and he thinks that her laugh was the sort that could set a whole crowd to laughing, when she was young.

It still is.

The corners of his mouth twitch in an answering smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, and pushes himself off the edge, standing up again. No one has seen his scars, no one but this old neighbor woman who looks at them like they are simply part of living, not something to be pitied. "I go. S-... thank you."

"Paugh." She scoffs, waves a hand in dismissal. "Go on, now. You've thrown off my morning coffee time. Tell your young man that Jaden will be over this afternoon."

She all but shoos him out the door, and the air is clear and clean and quiet. The only dirty thing is Antoni himself, smudged and mussed, still feeling in his scalp the prickles of Quiet One's hands, still feeling on his arms the sharp pressure of the shirt tied around his wrists.

Still aware of every single burn under the slight pull of the bandages pressed over them, the gentle sting that feels like a return to how he was always meant to be.

Even the walk from one yard to another feels like too much. Antoni's eyes move over the empty darkened windows of the houses all around him. How obvious he must be, if three people saw him in the darkness and knew him for a pet pretending to be human.

He shouldn't have left, shouldn't have gone on those walks. He'd left himself open and vulnerable, hadn't he? His scars are deeper than skin, and they must shine like the streetlights to anyone who knows what to look for.

Antoni stops at the porch, where he carefully lifts a loose bit of board from the porch railing, finds the small box hidden inside. The slightest scrape of metal on metal as he pulls off the lid makes him freeze, but no one is awake to hear it. He takes the contents of the box, moves it quickly back to its hiding place, replaces the board.

Like nothing ever happened.

Everything can be made as good as new, as long as it isn't him.

He slips inside the safehouse, where everything is still quiet, in the silent inhale that comes before the exhalation of morning. The clock in the kitchen reads 4:45, fifteen minutes until Jake's alarm will go off, until he - and likely Chris - will stir.

Fifteen minutes for Antoni get upstairs and look so deeply asleep that no one will realize he was ever gone.

No time to shower.

He will have to sleep with the grime of their hands still ground deep into every single pore. He will sleep with Deep Voice's we know what you are in his ears, with Quiet One's fingers tangled in his hair, running over his skin. He will sleep with Lookout's eyes locked on his chest as he presses the cigarette in.

Antoni hasn't worn a collar in years now, but he buckles it on, just one notch too tight like Mr. Davies would have, and climbs under the covers, pulling them over his head.

He breathes in as deep as he can, to feel the constriction. Breathes out, and runs his hand up over his chest, over the bandages that cover his burns.

They knew what he was.

Everyone always will.

Good boy.

The ashtray falls asleep humming a lullaby, afraid that if he pulls the blankets back down he will see bars on the windows.

[kittysdiary]

Kitty’s Simple Doll Face Products:

Primer: Maybelline Baby Skin Instant Pore Eraser

Color Corrector: L.A. Girl HD Pro Corrector Concealer

Foundation: Maybelline Fit Me Foundation

Concealer: Maybelline Fit Me Concealer

Face Powder: Airspun Loose Face Powder

Blush: Wet N Wild Color Icon Baked Blush

Highlighter: Wet N Wild MegaGlo Highlighting Powder

Bronzer: Wet N Wild Color Icon Bronzer

Mascara: Maybelline Great Lash Mascara

Eyeliner: NYX Epic Wear Liquid Liner

Brows: Morphe Angled Brow and Spoolie Makup Brush (to fluff my natural eyebrows a little!)

Lashes: Kiss Lashes

Lip Liner + Lip Gloss: NYX Slim Lip Pencil and NYX Butter Gloss

Setting Spray: Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray

[onyxheartbeat]

Team no primer, no setting powder, no setting spray, one or two cheap brushes, and using shit until it runs out even if it’s expired. I’ll die on this hill of patchy, chalky blending, streaky liner, and letting makeup drip down my face within a half hour before I spend hundreds of dollars on the beauty industry to look pore-less and perfect.

[jadelynlace]

Ink Drinker / Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader], Chapter 5

catch up here!

synopsis: Ivar was only meant to be a friend with benefits, but he caught feelings for his older brother’s best friend, and co-worker: you.

pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

***content warning [PLEASE READ]: this chapter is quite gruesome, please read at your own risk. yes this is based off of a trauma call I actually went to, and yes I am sparing some of the sicker details because it truly was one of the worst calls I had ever walked in on. and yes, it actually happened this way and yes, this helps me heal from it. ok, that is all.

author’s note: I’m so sorry.

✎

A sinful noise comes from Ivar’s mouth in the exact moment you entered in through the threshold. Truthfully, the sound sent a shiver down your spine, worrisome as the twenty four hour shift ended and Ivar had chosen to go to your flat last night, not his own. 

“Why are you in my house, Ivar?” You say to him, eyes scanning over his half naked body as it tangled throughout the sheets, biceps set to curling around the rather feminine color of your duvet.

“Good morning to you too,” Ivar says back with a yawn that croaks from his mouth as he pulls the covers back. “Come lay with me,” Your mind rolls ideas between your ears, behind your eyes as you calculate why Ivar willingly came to your empty place the night prior, when he knew you were working yourself to death on the back of a never ending ambulance.

“That didn’t answer my question, Ivar,” Your voices teases him as you walk about the small space, pulling pins from your collar. He goes silent after your statement, moving the blankets to cover his face out of a twinge of embarrassment, not sure how you would take to learning that he felt better here. Felt happier, even when you weren’t home it gave him that sense that he wasn’t alone. You peek your head back to make out the large mound under the duvet, Ivar rolling under it and flopping on to his stomach. Tossing the discarded blues into your hamper, the tags, keys, pins and your tactical belt are all put away neatly in their homes as you pull on a shirt that no longer has a real shape to it. Ivar’s eyes peel open when you creep the covers off of his face, the cold air rushing against his skin and you’re in his vision—not as blurry to his glasses-less eyes as you make way to snuggle into him.

“Don’t want to creep you out,” Ivar says to you lowly, voice hoarse like sandpaper, scratching in its new use and you only turn your head to give him a sideways look. “It makes me feel better to be here,” He finally admits, fingers busying themselves with the loose hem on your shirt as he still won’t look at you. “Makes me feel less alone even if you’re not here,” You want to sigh, you want to cup his cheeks and push them together like he’s a toddler who’s being too damn adorable for your undertaking, but you can’t. These are words that took him a while to finally speak, progress for what darkness seems to leech in his mind at all hours, and now only a sliver of light comes through because he’s telling you how he feels. The reasoning behind it all, the baring of his soul on the bedsheets and stark naked with his emotions.

“You can come here whenever you want Ivar, you know that.” You say back, eyes searching his and they close briefly, sighing in a moment of relief because you’re not throwing him out on to the street for his choice. “Anything that makes you feel better, you should do,” You tell him, a peck to the corner of his mouth as you settle against him. “As long as it’s legal,” You add quickly, picking your head up in haste to move your point across and Ivar only chuckles as you do.

“You know what makes me feel better?” Ivar whispers and he’s climbs over you, pressing a weight to rein over you and you giggle. Sluggish as he moves with his hair tickling your face and he’s finally made the leeway with his figure, bending his forearms to catch his weight.

“What makes you feel better?” You ask him, looking up at this man who is so hopelessly in love with you he doesn’t even care to hide it on his face.

“You make me feel better,” Ivar tells you and the words hardly escape before his lips are against yours. Languid and soft, relishing in how your nails scratch up his back, humming as they press along his skin like keys on a piano and he finally drops his weight. Laying over you as his lips find their place on your pulse point, grazing the skin like thousands of little needles and you let a breathless moan pass from your tongue. Ivar only hums in response as his mouth stays busy, splotching you and navigating the skin to make sure more of the dots will stay hidden when you put your blues back on. His forehead rests on the length of your collarbone, his hand moving around the mattress to find yours. “I’ve never been in love until I met you,” Ivar whispers against you skin, sinking the praise into your pores and it shatters your heart but repairs it just as quickly. Resting his cheek he finally looks up at you, dragging his fingertips down your nose and there’s a low light that’s dancing off of his features, paling his blue eyes as he gazes at you.

“I love you, too Ivar,” You say softly and you mean the sentence with every single fiber in your body. You’d say it until you were blue in the face if it helped to heal every demon in his mind. He smiles as you say it, like he still can’t believe his luck.

“Want you—but I know you’re tired,” He mumbles and his lips take back to the game against your skin and you know he doesn’t mean to try to turn you in his favor. But you tell him about the coffee you had—more than you should have had if you planned to sleep some of the day away and he’s moving back over you again. Worshipping you with each press of his lips, each roll of his hips as he grinds down against your spread legs. He’s not rushed with how he feels you, how he only kicks his pants off and pulls your bottoms off as you undress fully for him, his eyes just watching your skin as he kisses each knee cap and then he’s back over you. Mouth against yours as the tip of his cock brushes against your opening, how that small notion is already so heavenly and when he’s finally pushing into you, you’re holding back on to him. Letting him know you’re there as he moves slowly in the morning light. Heavy breathing and soft mews between the both of you while Ivar brings you to your peek with the rolls of his hips and his tongue on yours. And he falls with you, panting and coating your walls and humming in pure contentment because this is a sensation he never wants to forget, never lose, as long as he lives, sleeping the morning away tangled between you and the sheets.

*

It had rolled into another slow morning left with nothing other to do than mop the bay’s floors and terrorize Hvitserk with unruly sprays from the soap gun. Laughing as he flinched, all but made inhuman noises whenever your aim got closer to his pristine blues. You two had gone on coffee runs, stopping to grab lunch and snacking away with boots up on the benches as another unrealistic drama show flashes from the screen. It was a bright change for the days that you two had spent together, but the quietness was never welcomed completely without the slow thoughts of what was to come lingering behind it. A car into a semi-truck. Hvitserk tipped his head back and groaned so loudly he nearly fell backwards from his chair. At least you were just able to blaze through the streets of town with loud horns and bright sirens and command the authority to have everyone bow to your right of way. 

It was warm, growing increasingly so in the last few hours and the sun hung well above the road. Scattered with the remains of scrap metal, tangled mess of a car and the comically unbent eighteen wheeler. The fire engine met you on the scene, already blinking with two police cars and in your maneuvering to park the rig close, you caught more of the vehicle wreck. A tangled mess of a black mustang and you could feel the blood drain from your face as your heart stopped.

“Hvitserk,” You whine and that snaps his attention from the back the rig as he’s pulling gloves for both of you. “Oh my god Hvitserk it’s Ivar,” You all but yell and he bolts from the back of the double doors to round the ambulance. And then he sees it. And you see it. Your partner takes off, no protective gear as a shield and you grab him, locking an arm to pull him back as a look of panic crosses him like a field. “Focus,” You hiss at him. “Do your job and fucking focus—you’re the best medic on the god damn team and you need to prove that right now,” But you could say the speech until you’re blue in the face, gasping as the words fall with no meaning because Hvitserk is out of control for the first time ever on a call.

“He’s awake in there,” A voice calls from the other side of the car.

“Get the trauma bag.” You call to your partner and then you take off, steel toes rounding the car and there’s no door to open anymore. Just a blown out rear view window that’s already been cut by those jaws. You see Ivar blink and your mind shuts off completely. 

“Hey baby,” His voice rasps when he sees you in his sight, picking his head up while the crushed front end of the car covers his legs like a blanket. Your heart is stabbed with a knife and you can’t worry about that right now, you can’t worry about how you feel because your uniform is telling you that you’re the only hope for the man you so deeply love.

“Ivar keep your head down please, I need you to stay as still as possible.” You tell him and Hvitserk makes his way behind you. 

“We need the take this side off!” Hvitserk’s voice calls to the fire department. The noise of his voice floats behind you and he pulls another fire fighter to aid him in the collection of equipment he’s sending to you.

“What’s that?” Ivar asks you and you’re reaching behind you for the c-collar. 

“This keeps your neck straight, Ivar, it’s very important that you don’t move. How else are you feeling?”

“My legs feel funny,” Ivar mumbles to you as you lock the device around his neck. At his words you peek down for the first time and your stomach rolls. Churning like a great open sea as you see the mess that is before the two of you. There is no clear cut determining factor of where his legs start and the car ends. 

“Ivar can you feel my hand right here?” You ask him as you have it on his thigh.

“I like it when you touch me there baby,” Ivar slurs and it’s a twist of his words drooling from his mouth as he’s trying to stay awake. Even as his body shuts down. Even with the same bastard smirk. You back out slowly and Hvitserk replaces your spot as quickly as he’ll allow; tunneled vision as he asses Ivar’s closest vein and through a shake in his fingers, hooks him up to a line. “What are you doing brother?” He asks and his voice is smaller now, like a child and Hvitserk only sadly smiles.

“This is pain medicine Ivar, so we can get you out of the car. You’re going to get really tired and I don’t want you to fight it, alright? I’ll see you when you wake up.” Are the last words Ivar registers and his world becomes dark.

The hiss of the saw catches your attention as you watch the sparks sizzle on the heated asphalt. Linens down on the stretcher and reflective gear covering you but your body is so cold, chilled and down right hypothermic as the car groans lowly once it is peeled apart. Like bark from a tree as it curls into scrap metal and Hvitserk cranks two tourniquets on each of Ivar’s legs. 

“Helicopter?” You call to him and he shakes his head.

“It’ll be faster if you drive him down to the trauma center. They won’t fly—it’s too cloudy today,” He calls back and you can’t help but think of the ever going joke about how the pilots don’t fly, even with only one cloud in the whole sky. There’s yelling, screams, the buzz of machines and too much noise but Ivar is still asleep, and you find comfort in the fact that he’s not seeing what you are. Your reflective vest catches the sunlight and it bounces into your face, mixes with your tear filled eyes and you wipe them along your sleeve to smear mascara and sweat. As soon as the command comes from around you that it’s safe, the car is stable and you can reach your patient, you waste no time.

It takes you, Hvitserk and two of the largest firemen on the team to pull Ivar from the wreck. Hooking around his arms and you can still smell his cologne over the burnt rubber that takes up home in your nostrils. His legs are crushed, obliterated and shattered and you’re queasy for the first time ever on a call. They drag behind him like dead limbs as he’s sliding up the back board. Hvitserk tears what was left of his jeans in adrenaline as he tries to wrap what he can to stay sterile but the injuries are far too extreme for you two alone to treat. The mess of mangled flesh and your heart breaks even farther as you see the art work on his skin now a waste because you know how Ivar loves his tattoos. They’re smashed and bent and somehow still there and if it were any other call there would be pictures being taken and you would be exchanging glances with your partner. Treating the rest of what he can and Hvitserk pales, because you both know Ivar may never walk again. 

From above his belt, Ivar looks normal—he looks like the man you saw this morning—your Ivar. Obvious contusions from the seat belt and the airbag, torn shirt cut right up the middle as you attach the stickers to his chest. The Like Pak squeezes an already bulged bicep for his blood pressure and it’s dropping quickly. The non-rebreather mask’s reservoir fills with oxygen and you watch the plastic palpate, the fingers in his left hand twitch like they do when he’s asleep. It feels like a nightmare, loud noises and beating sun with clouds that pass and every time shade greats you, you find another injury on his body. The motions come so simply because your mind has gone, sucked out the window and on a vacation because you need to focus on what you’re doing, now more than ever.

Protruding tibia bones look back at you, knee caps that are now mere powder mock you. You see his bones, you see his muscles, you see every inner part of both of his legs stabbed with shrapnel and the glass, raw and cherry colored, and you think you’re going to pass out as you pull the gurney to the machine that grabs it, sucking into the back of the ambulance. Hvitserk jumps back there you slam the doors so quickly, trying to shut that world out to focus on this one. And then you pull the ambulance around and gun it, sandwiching the peddle between your blood covered boot and the ambulance’s floor. Even over the sirens, the blare of the horn you can hear your partner praying. Praying to a God he doesn’t believe in for his brother to live through this as the monitor sings a tune that Ivar is crashing.

“Come on brother—don’t do this to me,” He curses and pulls another vile, cranks the oxygen flow and sends more fluid into his body. “Don’t do this to me Ivar. Not today. Not today, Ivar,” And the tears finally start again in your eyes as you curse the vehicle for not going any faster. For its limit of one hundred and twenty miles per hour on the open lane of the freeway because cars have spread. They’ve parted as this creature screams for them to obey and you see the cop cars ahead of you, trying to pave the way and then the flight car. Your section chief right on your front bumper and you know he can tell its you driving the ambulance. You’re the fastest driver he’s ever employed and now is the time to remember that—and your job as you all carry Ivar’s body from this battle, into a much worse one.

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