#vanilla is one of my fave scents

[a-reality-dream]

I dont even dream about buying any tom fords, the prices are bonkers, but i absolutely need to do sephora sniffing on vanilla fatale and vanilla sex

[homosociallyyours]

I bought a variety three pack of my special deodorant (scented with essential oils and not fragrance; baking soda free; pg free; aluminum free) and decided to try a new scent that the company described as neutral. It feels like I've been doused in flowers. Bleh.

Should've stuck with my tried and true faves!

[princessjesterclown]

i got several nice perfumes but i never feel as if they smell good on me or idk

[sequinsnstars]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ fresh page, on the desk ݁˖ ⊹ ‧₊˚

JASON GRACE .ᐟ

ingredients; mason grace and cupcakes

fyi; gn reader who is roman but has no specified godly parent, timeline is messy but wtv, cursing, i reference media i like bc i’m self indulgent, little additions to the hoo plot, silly little 4th wall breaking

notes; first fic hii, lmk ur thoughts! probably a series 👀 big thank u to all my fave pjo writers/moots for inspiring this 🫶🏽 @hopelesslyromanticshark @jgracie @cinemaconrad

wc; 1.7k

food mood; classic vanilla cupcakes. perhaps with a light chocolate frosting.

Cyclops Books was your safe haven.

After a long day of excessive criticism during training, it was the perfect place to allow yourself to relax your posture, if only a little bit. You loved your friends, yes, but sometimes you just needed a little break from it all. The entirety of New Rome was your third place. The somehow always-green grass and thriving flowers, the curved cobblestone streets leading to homes filled with laughter and warmth, the lingering scents of the bakery’s famous freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies – you could go on. Even Terminus couldn’t stop you from coming here as much as you were able to.

So why was it so off today?

As you took your usual evening stroll before dinner, you noticed that almost all the homes and shops had their bright white porch lights on and the usual soft, yellowed string ones were put away. Not to mention the lack of New Rome Elementary kids playing outside after school, or the fact that the usual cozy atmosphere felt tight and formal: the exact thing you tried to get away from by coming here. It even felt like the sunset sky was trying its best to remain a single organized color rather than its usual gorgeous, messy, watercolor-like self.

You tried not to think about it much as you entered your favorite bookstore. Your bookstore. It had been ever since your first visit years ago. It had taken a while to grow accustomed to camp. During the New Rome field trip for fresh campers, something about it drew you in. The warm hanging lights and the stacked bookshelves reminded you of a shop in one of the many cities you’d lived in. That one had always been your favorite. Tyson and Ella had welcomed you strongly that day, cheering, “New campers! New campers!” and shoving slightly burnt croissants in your face. After seeing all your favorite mortal books for sale, you decided it would be the first of many times you entered the place. It wasn’t long before you striked up a friendship with the two owners – they were some of your favorite people to see, plus, they let you pick out their store music!

(As of late, you’d mostly been playing the new Taylor Swift album.)

You opened the door, greeted with the familiar out-of-tune entry bells. Ella was curled up in her cardboard box, sleeping, but she peeked out when she saw you.

“Hello!” Her eyes lit up.

You smiled. “It’s nice to see you too, Ella.” According to what Percy had said about his first quest with Hazel and Frank, Ella was a lot more content now that she was with Tyson. You were truly happy for the couple, they had been nothing but sweet to you and they deserved all the good things coming to them.

She yawned and murmured, “Big event today. Tyse preparing in back. Back, back, back… Back to December. Taylor Swift. Speak Now. Now, now, now…” and promptly dozed off again. You let her sleep, heading to the romance section to hopefully find the new Emily Henry book. Still, you couldn’t shake the thought out of your mind. 

You entered the next aisle, thankfully getting your hands on the last copy of Funny Story. You took another quick walk through the areas you normally shopped from, since the store almost always had copies of books before they were officially released. It was unclear how Tyson and Ella managed to do this, but you suspected it had something to do with all the excess time a certain son of Vulcan–sorry, Hephaestus–had been spending on his computer, finding passcodes for mysterious files.

Not that you were complaining.

You walked a little faster to the R section when you spotted Love of the Gods!, a packed adventure about three mortals, Peter, Annie, and Grant, stumbling upon an entrance to the Underworld at a Halloween party and pet sitting the three-headed dog, Cerebrus. Silently, you thanked Leo for saving you from the four months of wait time for the official release.

Heading to checkout, you picked up a few new annotation tabs and cute pens for when you started reading your new books. You peeked over the counter to see if Tyson had come back – you really were curious about what was happening today. You were about to head into the staff-only back room (perks of being friends with the owners) until you saw a rose-adorned china bowl filled with cupcake batter just by the door.

Ella’s birthday was approaching fast, so you remembered that Tyson was preparing. He’d told you that he was going to make some sweet treats in advance, as well as plan to surprise her with Eras Tour tickets and ask Taylor to play The Alchemy and You Are In Love as the acoustic set.

You were so not jealous that Leo and the couple had gotten to attend a listening party for The Tortured Poets Department as a thank you for that one time they went on a quest to retrieve an enchanted scarf from the monster James Gyllenborg. Who said that?

You were focused on the food in front of you, but if you’d looked up to see who walked in when you heard the door bells chime, you might have avoided the fiasco about to happen.

Your books were tucked under your arm so you could help Tyson out a little and start pouring the batter into cute heart-shaped molds. You filled two cups and were getting ready to start a third when someone shoved your back, hard. The two novels you were about to purchase fell into the batter bowl, now completely soaked. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” mumbled a voice from behind you.

“Watch where you’re going,” you hissed. If it was another one of those annoying New Rome boys, you swore you were going to–

You turned around and saw a blonde boy wearing a black vintage varsity jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylors. You would have brushed the matter aside and treated him like anyone else if you hadn’t seen the Imperial gold glasses, the scar on his lip, and that pair of electric blue eyes.

The same ones half the camp fawned over.

Holy Tartarus.

“Praetor Grace,” you said.

Jason tensed at the name. “Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

There was a bit of awkward silence, then he continued. “Every few months, either Reyna or I come here with the intention of doing shop inspections. Council work. Normally, we go in and introduce ourselves, but usually when I come here… is his name Tyson?”

“Tyson,” you agreed, still reeling from the shock.

“Yes. Him. He gets stressed out when I say I’m praetor, so I dressed a little differently this time, to say the least. I only hope he doesn’t know my face well enough to recognize me.”

So that was why he was out of his professional attire. Anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t have guessed he co-led the camp. Oh gods, this must have been why New Rome was on edge today.

Jason peered over your shoulder to look at the bowl. His eyes widened when he saw the books. “Shit. Did I do that? I’m so sorry, I’ll pay–”

“No, it was an accident, it’s not your fault,” you interjected. You did not want to have to deal with the awkwardness of the praetor paying for you. Besides, Tyson didn’t mind these kinds of things too much, since you two were close.

Just then, said Cyclops walked out.

Both you and Jason rushed in front of the bowl mess. You weren’t anxious about the books – it was the batter. If Tyson found out it was ruined, he’d be devastated.

You felt queasy seeing the grin on his face. How were you going to get yourself out of this?

“Friend!” he exclaimed. “Brought another friend… a boyfriend?”

Laughing nervously, you said, “No, not my–”

Jason took your hand in his calloused yet warm one and beamed at Tyson. “That’s right. The name’s Mason. I’ve heard all about this wonderful shop!” 

What the fuck?

He looked at you, a hint of pleading in his eyes. Oh. You understood.

“Yes, he has, obviously.” You nodded hastily. “I just had to tell my loving, sweet, gorgeous boyfriend all about Cyclops Books!”

(Was it you, or did the praetor turn a little pink?)

He recovered fast, replying with, “Pfft. Says the most amazing, beautiful, and talented baker I know.” Jason moved aside to reveal what you’d been doing before he entered the store. At first, you panicked, but when you looked at the bowl and books, they were clean and separated, as if nothing had happened at all.

Tyson gasped. “Cupcakes!” He ran to clear items off the counter so he could move the setup to a better area.

“How did you do that?” You whispered out the corner of your mouth.

“Gravity acts on air. Child of Jupiter stuff and all that. I lifted the books out and transported the excess batter back into the bowl. Any remaining dust or bacteria I sent back into the atmosphere. I tried to direct it to the sewers. The cupcakes are fine.”

“Wow.” You were impressed. He’d gone that far for someone he barely even knew?

Tyson returned to pick up the baking materials and put them on the counter. He looked up with a bright expression. “Wait. Double date! Ella! Me! Mason! You! Pretty please?”

Um.

You were about to say no and tell him about getting punishment from Reyna – having to clean out Scipio’s stable for the whole week. It wasn’t a lie; you had been caught skipping out on training a few days ago. You were surprised Terminus even let you into New Rome, considering he was usually informed on who broke camp rules. But before you could respond, your new boyfriend did.

“That sounds perfect! This Friday at six? We could visit the cinema, maybe?”

Gleefully, the Cyclops clapped. “Yay! Good idea!”

“Great! It’s a date!” Jason smiled. He glanced at you, but you couldn’t read his expression. “I’ll pick you up thirty minutes early. I’ve got to go help out Cohort 5 now really quick, there’s a soldier that needs tending to. I’ll see you later?”

You stared at him for a few seconds before processing what he was asking you. “Of course. Totally. Yeah.”

He nodded and winked as he left the shop.

What just happened?

hope you enjoyed the meal!

thank you for your order and your waitress siara hopes you come again soon 💌

[ashstfu]

girl i would love and be most grateful to hear your perfume recs and thoughts, if you're willing/able to share <3

hi :) here are some of my faves —

tom ford tobacco vanille – my signature scent! i am so serious this is the best perfume ever. when i say this shit makes me go feral i mean it. i have been stopped on the street wearing this sooo many times. i feel like i could usurp a king. i could fight god etc

maison tahité vicious cacao – the love of my life. i write about it in my diary and dream about it at night. opens with a soupcon of vanilla cake, pepper, boozy rum, and cocoa. soon became salty, chewy, and darkly sweet with less noticeable vanillic tones. has subtle hints of florals, possibly jasmine + the salty caramel note ties everything together and keep the perfume from being overly sweet.

galop d’hermes – ok this one is perfect! but so not easy to get. smells like sophistication, privilege, and arrogance. i don’t believe this is for everyone but if you are a rose & leather enthusiast then it’s phenomenal!

la perla let the dance begin – biggest compliment getter! bulgarian rose, cardamom, patchouli, caramel and sandalwood... so exotic & dreamy. get your nose on this beauty right away

spice must flow etat libre d’orange – it’s a majestic aromatic flow of cinnamon and ginger, with numerous sparks of pepper and a rich incense background. the type of fragrance that leaves the perfect impression without the wearer saying anything, like an effortlessly perfect posture.

giorgio armani ambre eccentrico – stop you dead in your tracks and make you turn around kind of scent. dried fruits, cinnamon, amber accord, tonka bean, patchouli, musk, and plum. mouth watering!

[pawnshopbleus]

Best Friend

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

summary - You introduce Robin as your best friend but secretly you two are more than that. 

warnings -  Innuendos because I think they're funny, fluff, smut, boobs because i’m a boob kind of gal, your parents are nice but they’re really religious, Robin is your gf obviously, you baked snickerdoodle cookies (which are my fave).  

“So Robin, tell us more about yourself,” your mother urged as Robin took a bite of the snickerdoodle cookie you made. You knew that Robin loved your baking, especially your cookies.

“Oh um, I'm in marching band and I work at Family Video. Other than that i’m just like every other teenage girl,” except I also like girls. Robin had to leave that part out of the conversation. 

Your parents were really nice and understanding but unfortunately, also very traditional and religious. You were expected to be the picture perfect image of a good christian girl 24/7. You really wanted to introduce Robin to your parents so with a little convincing and a lot of kissing, you convinced her to pose as your best friend just for a day. Robin thought it was going to be easy but it proved to be a little harder than expected.

You referring to her as your “best friend” took her back to when she was scared shitless when she realized she had a crush on you. She’s had crushes on girls before but those came and went. You were different, you were always on her mind. It was as if you were permanently tattooed into her brain. Your laugh played in her mind late at night when she couldn't sleep, your eyes would always find hers when someone said something stupid in history class, or when your hands would brush against hers whenever you invited her over to watch a movie when your parents weren’t home drove her crazy. No matter what you did you would always fascinate her. 

“You know i’m not really one for gossip but I heard some of the other moms talk about you and that Harrington boy. He’s kind of cute isn’t he,” your mom smiled whiled your dad rolled his eyes. Robin forced a smile and shook her head.

“Steve and I are together, yes. We’ve been together for a year now.” You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cringe. You would definitely tease Robin about this later.

“So, how did you two meet?” your father directed the conversation away from boys and dating which you were grateful for.

“Our history teacher assigned us to do a project together. Robin and I had similar interest and we kind of just hit off and we’ve been best friends since,” you decided to give Robin a little break for answering questions. “Ya, we’re inseparable,” Robin finished as she smiled at you.

“Well thats good to hear,” your mom clapped her hands together, “Well, looks like dinners done. Why don’t you two girls go up into your room and do whatever girls your age do on a Saturday night.”

“Do you need any help? I can help if you’d like,” Robin offered as she got up from her chair.

Your mother laughed, “You’re too sweet. I got it all under control. I’ve been doing this for years now. Now you two girls go have fun just don’t stay up too late, we’ve got church tomorrow.”

You told your parents to have a good night, grabbed robin by the hand, and rushed to your room. Once in your room, she laid on your bed and the familiar scent of vanilla filled her nose.

“Your room smells nice,” she complimented.

“You say that every time you come over,” you made sure your door was locked and straddled her hips. She rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side.

“So you and Harrington, huh?” Robin whipped her head to look back at you and stuck her tongue out.

“Shut up,” she said as she kissed the tip of your nose. You laughed and leaned down to kiss her. Her hands snaked around your waist as she kissed back. The kiss became hot and sloppy. Robins hands traveled up until she was cupping your boobs. She laced her hands around you back and unclipped your bra. You broke the kiss to take your top and bra off in one swift movement.  

Robin followed the movements of your breast as they jiggled from your sudden movements. How could someone be so perfect? she though as she looked at you.

You resumed the kiss, this time they were light and sweet. Your hands found their way towards the hem of Robin's shirt. You lifted her shirt above her head to see that she was wearing a smile black bra. Robin was a simple girl; her underwear was so simple in contrast to the matching lace sets you always wore. You kissed your way to her neck, down her sternum, then down her stomach. You parted her thighs and made yourself comfortable between them.

“These jeans are nice. Too bad they’re going to have to go,” you unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. Just like her bra, her underwear was black. You slid a finger down her clothed pussy. You took the waist band of her underwear and slid them off. You placed a soft kiss on her folds then took her thighs and spread them wide. You buried your face in her cunt. Your mouth attached to her clit and your fingers found their way inside of her. Robin moaned the covered her mouth.

You put a finger to your mouth and giggled, “you have to be quiet,” you said. Robin nodded her head and then plopped her head back onto your pillow.  

You kissed her left thigh and then her right and buried your head back into her pussy. Robin was biting her lip hard enough that it could bleed. Your tongue swirled around her clit then made your way down. Your tongue poked and prodded at her entrance. Your tongue fucked Robin’s hole and your hands made their way to her hips.  

Suddenly there was a knock at your door, “Girls! There’s ice cream in the freezer if you want some. I know you ate cookies earlier but its okay to have two desserts in a day!” your mother shouted through the door.

Your eyes met Robins wide ones, “We’re coming out in just a minute,” you answered. You heard your mothers retreating footsteps and then rolled off of you bed. Both of you scrambled to get your clothes back on. 

Your bra was scattered on the floor next to something that got knocked off of your dresser. It was a picture of God that your mother got you when she visited Italy last summer. The picture was in a gold frame. It was adorned with white letters that spelled out “God is always watching.” You showed it to Robin who now had all of her clothes back on.

She looked up at the ceiling and said, “I hope he liked the show.”      

[majorpatheticcas]

*smacks down a follow after seeing the answered ask on Cay and saw their content once going to their Tumblr*

Also as a fellow skeleton conisor....coniesor....knowledgeable, what is your thoughts on my skeletal catto, Vanilla?

Spellcheck why do you fail me. ;; w;;

Kas being addicted to his scent to the point she wants to nomnom him

Honestly, his just like classic, but with vanilla scent to me (If he does have a whole lore, my thoughts will instantly change LMAO) And the fact that his inside my list of fave classic versions cuz he resembles a LOT like classy (AND I LOVE IT.)

Actually have vanilla scented candles on my desk and that's one of the main reasons why I LOVE YOUR VANILLA BOY. DEARLY. 😭🤍🤍

[bravevulnerability]

Hi! Huge fan of your writing. I come back to fics repeatedly when I need a pick-me-up or the urge to re-read a certain one. Believing Is Seeing is one of my top faves..I was wondering if you'd consider ever doing a fic in which Kate is the disabled one with a service dog. After getting injured on the job (not relating to her mom's case cause that'd be awful) she's depressed and the dog helps heal her spirit & give life back. Maybe AU meeting or he runs into them after he left for some reason.

A/N: I’m not quite sure if this is what you’re hoping for, anon. But I really hope you’re able to enjoy it. :)

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It’s his scent that hits her first. 

Kate’s fingers stutter over the page of the book she’s trying to read. Granted, she tells herself, there are probably tons of men scattered throughout this city with the same cologne, the same aftershave, but… there’s something mixed in with the scent that has always been only him. 

Dovah rustles at her feet, squirming from beneath the cafe table to investigate the approaching figure. But her dog’s lack of growl, lack of tension, and the soft touch of the coffee cup to the table in front of her only confirms it.

“Grande skim latte, two pumps of sugar-free vanilla still your order?”

After three months of not hearing it, his voice is like a tidal wave to her senses. Deep, rich, devastating.

She clears her throat, closes the book she’s been attempting to get through for the last week. Her braille has improved magnificently in the past few months, but reading for the sake of pleasure has yet to become pleasurable again. 

Dovah whimpers, an affectionate sound of greeting she typically reserves only for Kate. 

And one other person.

“Dovah,” Castle says warmly. She catches the dip in his voice, the likely lowering to his haunches to greet the dog, and feels Dovah rush forward into Rick’s waiting arms. With anyone else, her dog would be skittish, skeptical, ready to snap at the smallest hint of danger or discomfort aimed at Kate. But she’d never turn on Rick. 

He’s the one who got her the damn dog in the first place.

“Castle,” she murmurs, gingerly reaching forward to skim her fingertips along the travel cup he’s placed on the table. 

Her hearing is better than before, far more honed since the loss of what she once considered her most vital sense. She catches the shallow intake of his breath with ease, listens to the thick swallow that trembles down his throat. 

“Kate.” He rises slowly, releasing the air held hostage in his lungs. “You look good.”

She remembers his face, never forgot it. She remembers the defined angles of his jaw, his cheeks and the apples that formed in them when he smiled, the harsh slope of his nose, and those ocean eyes. God, she hates how much she misses looking at him, wishes she did more of it when she had the chance. He was beautiful.

“Wish I could say the same.”

He chokes on a startled noise, a horrified hint of laughter that has her lips cracking a smile that’s been non-existent since… since she made him leave. 

The smile falls clean off her face. 

“How long have you been in here?”

She wonders if he’s doing that ‘boy caught in the act’ kind of shrug she was once quite fond of. 

“Maybe ten minutes,” he estimates, but it sounds like a lie. “Can I sit with you?”

She refrains from biting her lip, knowing it’ll give her away. Instead, her fingers curl around the travel cup’s sleeve, guiding it to her lips.

“Just until I finish my coffee.”

-

Dovah drapes herself across their feet, her body pressed against Rick’s shin, her head on Kate’s boots. It’s a habit she remembers forming back when he first brought the dog home. Well, to Kate’s home. 

“How is Alexis? She messaged me about the application process for Stanford a few weeks ago,” she reveals softly, knowing he’s rooting for Alexis to choose a New York - or at least an East Coast - school for college. 

“Ah, yeah, she let me know she was going to reach out to you,” he murmurs. She can hear his knuckles cracking lightly, the slight inhale of his breath. “I told her that I hoped she had better luck than me.”

Her lips purse. 

“But otherwise, she’s great. How’s your summer been, Kate?” The bitterness is quiet, but threaded like poison through his words, stinging her.

Miserable, she wants to blurt, but takes a long sip of her coffee instead. 

“I’ve just been getting accustomed to my new job,” she admits, brushing her thumb back and forth along the sleeve of her cup. “Can’t live off savings forever.”

“How’s transcription work going in the courts?” he asks her, his voice lowering to a perfect tenor. 

Her hearing has felt enhanced since she’s lost what was initially her main sense of identification, and he always knew it sometimes felt too loud in the world now. 

“I saw the guys recently,” he adds by way of explanation.

Kate releases a shaky breath, traces the plastic rim of her coffee cup. “I hate it.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, the apology so earnest, overlapping his irritation. It has her chest aching. 

After the accident, Castle stepped up for her, became her source of comfort, her listening ear, her… everything. More than he was before somehow. 

She hasn’t been able to open up to anyone else, not like she did with him. Not even her therapist. 

“I told you, you could’ve been a trophy wife.”

She laughs despite herself. “Yeah, I’m sure that would have worked out great.”

“What about editing? You could be my editor!”

Her eyes roll. “Castle.”

“C’mon, you’re a total grammar snob. I could have it printed in braille. We still have that special printer at the house!” he recalls, the excitement building slow but true in his voice. “All you’d have to do is go over it for me and tell me where all the wrong commas and run-on sentences are.”

Reluctantly, Kate removes her hand from her coffee, reaches across the table space between them until her fingers knock against his. With a shallow breath, she hooks her pinky around his, squeezes gently.

“Thank you, but I don’t think the literary world is for me.” She sighs and begins to let go, but he gingerly flips his hand under hers, encompasses her fingers in his palm. “Don’t worry about me, Castle.”

He scoffs at her. 

“Kate, that’s not something I can just turn off.”

She swallows hard and pulls her hand back. 

“It was really good to… sit with you again,” she finishes lamely, clicking her tongue once and feeling Dovah rise to attention beneath the table. 

“Kate.”

She ignores him, fixing the leash around her wrist and rising from the chair. 

“Please tell Alexis and Martha hi for me,” she adds softly, brushing her knuckles to his shoulder. “Dovah, home.” 

Dovah leads her to the door, out into the growing chill of the city. The coffee shop she frequents is only a couple of blocks from her apartment, a safe place where she can pretend to be normal for a little while, and an easy venture for Dovah to guide her through.

It only takes her a few minutes of walking down the sidewalk to huff in irritation. 

“If you think I can’t feel you right there-”

“It’s so creepy how you do that,” Castle curses, but then his hand is curling delicately along her inner arm. It’s a warm, familiar touch that penetrates the layers of her clothing. A touch that has her chest tightening. “Just listen to me, then I’ll leave. I haven’t seen you in three months, you owe me this.”

Kate exhales through her nose. “Fine.”

“You know I love you-“

“Castle,” she breathes, her heart constricting inside her sternum, arteries tangling into knots.

“And I know it must have scared you, that you probably have some weird idea in your head that it’s all some pity crush I developed after you lost your sight, but Kate… I was done for from the moment you crashed my book party and you know it,” he murmurs, his voice low but so matter of fact. “Working with you for the past year leading up to the explosion… Beckett, you have to have known.”

She chews on her lip until she tastes the spill of copper on her tongue. 

“When that asshole blew up your apartment, I ran for my life to get to you, because that’s what you had become-”

“Rick, please-”

“You, my daughter, my mother… you’re my life. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you had to lose so much - your sight, your home, your job. I would give anything to trade places with you, to give it all back-”

That has her jerking to a stop. “No.”

“I just-”

“Are we on a crowded sidewalk?” 

Usually she would know the answer without help, but the blood is rushing in her ears. 

“No, we’re on Franklin street, at the crosswalk before your apartment,” he relays patiently. “There’s some traffic, but nothing too severe.”

“Good, then listen to me,” she mutters, turning her face towards him. “Even knowing what I know now, I would endure it all again if it meant saving you this fate, okay? You running into a burning building for me was bad enough.”

“I would do it again-”

“That is the problem!” she growls, jerking her arm from him and clicking her tongue twice.

Dovah trots forward. She knows Castle is at her back, following her home. 

“Ms. Beckett, Mr. Castle,” the doorman greets, confirming her suspicion.

The elevator doors slide closed, trapping the two of them in the lift, Dovah sitting patiently between them.

“You have a brilliant daughter, a wonderful mother, and amazing talent, Castle. All I gave you,” she murmurs, reaching forward, taking those beautiful hands in hers, cradling the scorched skin, the uneven patches of flesh. He ran into a burning building for her when Scott Dunn set her apartment aflame, he picked through searing debris to pull her charred body from the ashes. The door that landed on her actually shielded her from the worst of the fire, but his hands are covered in second and third degree burns that will take years to fully heal. “Is pain.”

“Wounds heal, Kate.”

“You lost feeling you’ll never get back in some areas,” she whispers, her thumb skirting along the edge of his wrist, the outer bone of his index finger - spots she’s memorized. “You can barely write.”

“You think I didn’t know the risks?” He draws his hands back from hers. “We’ve had this conversation, you’re just too damn stubborn to listen.” His hands touch her cheeks, palms cradling her jaw. “I wanted you more.”

The elevator chimes and she steps out of his grasp, taking the well-memorized path to her apartment, snagging the keys from inside her coat.

“So is that it?” he questions at her back, voice raising. She walks in, leaves the door open, and unhooks Dovah from the leash. “We spend months together, healing, being… happy and you just - you get scared and we’re done?”

Kate shrugs the coat from her shoulders, tosses it on the couch. She doesn’t want to think about the months that followed the explosion - the months spent in the loft with him and his family once they were both released from the hospital. Agent Shaw successfully arrested Scott Dunn, but she could barely find the will to care, to feel any sort of victory. 

The doctors told her she was blind - temporary or permanent, it was too soon to know, but the blunt force trauma from the blast had her head slamming hard against the floor, a random piece of furniture, a wall - no one knew - and she woke up unable to see. The last thing she remembers is a blurry image of Castle, stripping off his coat and wrapping her battered body in his arms, carrying her to safety. 

The first month was nothing but grief for her. Grieving her sight and the domino effect of loss that came with it - her career, her apartment, her… her purpose, her mom’s murder. All of it was out of reach now, gone. 

Castle was the only thing to remain in the darkness. 

He snuck into her hospital room every night, listening intently to her confess her fears, her anger, her pain. The first time he crawled into the hospital bed beside her, she let him hold her, bandaged hands at her back. 

“I’m never going to see you again,” she rasped into his throat, tears finally falling. “Castle, I can’t see you.”

She buried sobs into his neck, fell asleep against his chest. 

He didn’t let her argue about where she would stay once they were released. They moved what little possessions she still owned into his bedroom. He refused to make her walk upstairs until she was more familiar with her surroundings and her blindness. She refused to let him stay in the guest room.

Their routine from the hospital carried on into the new normal of her life. They would spend mornings in the same buildings, in different areas of burn units and physical therapy clinics, and then he would take her on a walk through the calmer parts of the city - his favorite parks, the length of the High Line, along the Hudson on the west side of Manhattan. He couldn’t hold her hand, so she gripped tightly to the arm of his sweater, trusting him with her life as he led her through a city she once thought she could navigate with her eyes closed. They would return to the loft eventually, the two of them figuring out how to make dinner together (“I’m literally blind and you can’t use your hands, this will be great,” she muttered the first time, making him choke on a laugh) and spending evenings with his mother and daughter. 

Alexis threw herself into learning braille, rushing in after school and meeting Kate in the dining room with a stack of books tucked under her arms. Together, they would pour over materials, memorizing a new alphabet, talking through the hardest parts.

She still misses her study partner. 

At the end of the night, Rick would touch her shoulder and lead her to his bedroom. She would shower and he would wait outside the bathroom to ensure she maneuvered through the process safely. Once dressed, she would help cover his fingers in the cooling, antibiotic salve the doctors prescribed him. 

“They’re feeling a little better,” she would examine, the varying terrains of his skin like a map to her fingers. The broken skin and cracked flesh ranged from the tips of multiple fingers to the edges of his wrists, luckily going no further. The doctor had personally promised her that Castle would heal fine, but the assurances failed to assuage her guilt. 

“They’re looking better each day,” he would confirm, gingerly sweeping his thumb along hers. “They definitely hurt less.”

After wrapping his hands, washing hers, she would crawl into bed beside him, sinking into the warmth of his mattress and the safety of his body next to hers. 

The routine instilled a level of trust in him she never thought she was capable of, but he proved worthy of it. No longer was he the playboy wannabe she had begun to doubt was an act all along; instead, she was met with a man who would stay up all night with her when she couldn’t sleep, who swore to her with fierce reassurance that she would be okay, that she would reclaim her life, and that he would be there for her every step of the way. 

He was the man who - exactly a month after the accident - got her a dog straight out of the best academy of guide dogs for the blind that he could find. 

“Her name is Dovah. She’s eighteen months old, a german shepherd mix, has bright blue eyes, brown and white fur, and she’s very happy to meet you,” he murmured, barely contained joy in his voice as she listened to him set the dog on the bed with her that morning. 

Kate reached out hesitantly and immediately felt the dog’s head come up under her palm. 

“Her handlers said she was strong, dedicated, and extremely protective. Reminded me of you.”

The smile had tugged on her lips and they had spent the morning practicing commands with a dog that became a lifeline for her. 

Castle helped her find her new apartment shortly after, swearing it was exactly her style, and enjoying every moment of helping her shop for and furnish the place. 

“It’ll be weird without you,” she confessed to him that first night she moved into the new building in Tribeca. 

They were standing together in a bedroom she couldn’t see, but apparently, he had outfitted her bed with purple sheets and put pictures of her parents on the nightstand. Her appliances were all fitted with braille instruction, Dovah was set up in the living room, Alexis had even made her a map to be sure she wouldn’t get lost in the new place - she had everything she could need. 

He reached for her hand with still healing fingers, drew hers to his cheek so she could “see” his expression while he spoke. 

“I’m just a phone call away. Less than ten minutes from here, five if I make a run for it,” he promised her, but her fingers trailed along his cheek, traveling the planes of his face. 

Her thumb skimmed the paper thin skin beneath his eyes, following the soft wrinkles expanding from the edge of his lashes to his temple. 

“What if I don’t want you to go?”

His breath was uneven, but he kissed her palm. “Then I won’t.”

Her fingers curled, as if she could trap his kiss there. But instead, she lowered them to his chin, steadied her hand there as she stepped closer. 

“Castle?”

His hands were touching her waist, steadying her, guiding her near. “Yes?”

She tipped her head up, pretended she could still see the ocean blue of his eyes on her. Their noses bumped, the heat of his breath skittering across her lips, and she lowered her fingers to his neck, felt the race of his pulse beneath the skin. 

“Will you kiss me?” 

It took only a moment for him to close the distance, kissing her gentle and slow and wonderful. She learned then that when Richard Castle kissed her, she could see the stars again. 

She hummed into his kiss, gently shut the bedroom door so not to startle Dovah, already dozing on her new couch. 

“Stay.” His mouth curved into a smile against hers. “Stay with me, Rick.”

“Yes,” he whispered, pressing her into the new bed. 

For months more, she forgot to feel afraid. She let herself enjoy the days leading up to the summer, let herself exist in the bubble of her new life with Castle and Dovah and his family. 

Until he told her he loved her, lying in his bed on a Tuesday night after a game of special braille scrabble with his daughter and a long shower together in his bathroom.

“I love you,” he murmured in the quiet of the night, the scars of his hands scraping along her cheekbone. The returning words were already swollen in her throat, how much she loved him back, but… all she could see behind her eyes was how much Castle loved her. What he did for those he loved.

Bursting into burning buildings, ruining his body, turning his life upside down. All for her. 

She couldn’t say it back, so she kissed him, hoped he felt it, hoped he knew. Because the next day, she took Dovah, went home, and asked him for space. 

“If it’s because of what I said-”

“No,” she told him over the phone, her face buried in her pillow, Dovah curled into her chest as if she could keep Kate’s heart from further fracturing. “No, Castle. I just - we’ve been through a lot these last few months and I need some time.”

“Okay, how much time?”

“I don’t know, I’ll - I’ll call you,” she lied, fisting her fingers in Dovah’s thick fur. 

She didn’t call. She forced herself not to call and she hated herself for it, for how much she knew it had to hurt. But he didn’t deserve the life she could give him, the sad world of leading around a blind woman who would always be mourning the past. 

She didn’t call because she loved him back, and she wanted better for him. 

The press of his chest at her back jerks her to the present. His palms are warm over her shoulders, his hips a bracket around hers, and she can’t help it, she leans into him.

“I miss you, Kate,” he mumbles into her hair. “My kid misses you, my mother. I’ve missed you so much the last three months. Just tell me how to fix whatever I did-”

“No,” she rasps, digging the heel of her hand into one of her useless eyes. “Rick, it isn’t you. It was never you. I’m damaged goods and I wanted more for you. I want to be more-”

“What are you talking about?” She’s shaking, her chest quivering with tears she’s been holding in for months. His arms are around her now, holding her together, and she scrambles to find his hands, to layer her palms over his scarred knuckles. “What the hell are you talking about and why weren’t we talking about this sooner? Why did you disappear on me?”

“Because I love you too,” she chokes out, shifting in his arms to face him, to lift trembling hands to his face, feel the downturned curve of his mouth, the ache in his eyes that radiates to his cheeks. “I love you and it scares me. It scares me to love someone like this, to let you love me, to - to risk losing it all. And god, Castle, I just - I didn’t want you stuck with me. I didn’t want you to think you had to love me because I’m so - so broken-”

His lips quiet her, sealing over her words and stealing her breath. Kate groans, fanning her fingers at his cheek to feel the work of his jaw, fisting her other hand in the worn fabric of a flannel she’s felt before. Her back bumps into the door and then her world is nothing but the sensation of Castle kissing her again, his body flush with hers, hands in her hair, angling her face upwards so he can kiss her deeper. 

“You are not broken,” he growls into her mouth, nipping on her bottom lip. “You are the same woman I knew before the explosion. You are strong, you are caring, and you are hot.”

Her lips crack into a watery smile beneath his. 

“And everything in between, Kate Beckett. You are everything I want. Always have been. Living together, healing together - it just made me fall in love with you faster,” he murmurs, dusting his lips to the corner of her mouth, the bone of her cheek, the lid of a closed eye. “But don’t think for a second that we wouldn’t have ended up here sooner or later, no matter what.”

His forehead drops against hers. 

“God, you’re so damn stubborn and I am so angry with you right now,” he mutters into her cheek, the words vibrating against her skin. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this earlier?”

“I panicked,” she admits, caressing the lines of his jaw with exploratory fingertips, the frown on his lips, the crease of his brow. “I thought - I was scared and I wanted to be selfless. I figured you would see how much I took from your life once I was gone.”

“Stupid,” he corrects, earning a huff, but he only nuzzles closer to her. “Stupid sometimes, but still extraordinary. That never changed, Kate.”

She cranes her neck, finds the corner of his mouth with her lips. “I’m so sorry, Castle.” He turns into the kiss, lets her have the work of his mouth for a long moment before he bumps his nose against hers. “I understand if you need time to-”

“No,” he gruffs, fingers bruising against her hips. “I gave you time, space. No more.”

She sighs, trails her fingers down his throat, caressing collarbones. 

“No,” she agrees, staining another apology along his chin. “I don’t want any more space either. I just want you.”

His arms wrap around her, damaged hands splaying firm at her spine. 

“Come back home,” he mumbles into her lips. “I’m not asking you to move in yet, just come watch movies on my couch, play scrabble with my kid, share my bed with me three to four nights a week.”

A quiet laugh echoes between them, she ignores the little flip of her heart at his yet, and nods. 

“Yes, but can we… can I have you to myself tonight, Castle?” she whispers, feeling his adam’s apple bob beneath the flutter of her fingertips. “These last three months… I ruined our summer and I want to make it up to you, but I want to talk this through. I need to be better about talking.”

Rick’s lips brush the skin between her brows, a pleased little quirk of his mouth against her skin. “Of course. Let me just text Alexis, let her know what’s going on so she doesn’t worry.”

“If she’s not okay with it-”

“She missed you, Kate, was a little confused and disappointed when you stopped seeing me, but I don’t think she’s upset with you,” he reassures her.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow, take her for coffee or something,” she murmurs aloud, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I’m sure she’ll love that.”

“I’ll bring Dovah, I know that’s who you guys really missed.”

She hears the click of her dog’s nails on the hardwood floor across the room, likely coming in from the kitchen that houses her food and water bowls. 

“I mean, she was certainly an added benefit to your presence,” Castle sighs, drawing her from the door, fingers sliding down her arms to find her hands. 

She laces her fingers through his. 

“Where are we going?” she asks, even though she already has an idea.

“To your room, to talk, maybe do some packing,” he chirps, guiding her along after him, but she can hear the grin in his voice, the mischief that lies there. 

“That all?”

“Well, if we can squeeze it in, I was planning on showing you how much I missed you, maybe punishing you a little bit for making me miss you that much for the whole summer,” he muses, one of his arms jerking with what she assumes is a shrug. “But only if we have the time. It’s still early, there’s always tonight.”

“No,” she murmurs, covering the space between them when he slows. Her chest touches his and she swears she can feel the acceleration of his heart against hers. “We have longer.”

[oreotoreads]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE + INTIMACY ACTS

pairing: enha hyung line x fem!reader

WC: 1.7K

warnings: not very detailed smut, fluff, shower sex, mention of cockwarming, aftercare(? i think) & that’s it! minors dni!

a/n: im such a whore for intimacy and these are my fave ones… so i wanted to write each member experiencing one act with the reader. enjoy reading my loves <3

HEESEUNG — showering together

heeseung’s favorite thing in the whole world is, after coming home from a long schedule and when it is his time to take a long hot shower before bed. and what makes it his favorite thing was obviously you, it came to a point that you always waited for him for yours too, just so you can get in the shower together.

sometimes if it’s too late you go in before him and he joins you later, hugging you from behind and giving endless kisses to your neck. he loves being under the water with you, watching little droplets decorating your face, seeing how angelic you looked when steamy water was running down your body.

he loves it when you would shampoo his hair, giving him a nice scalp massage as you get on your tiptoes to reach, or sometimes he would just rest his forehead on your collar bones so that you can do it easily. he also loves watching how you take care of your skin and hair, putting a mask on, applying nice vanilla scented peelings on your body that smelled amazing that he couldn’t resist.

so

sometimes it ends with sex, which he loves so much, because it makes the cleaning up part even faster, after a long making out session, for soft sex he lays your back against the cold tiles and positions himself between your legs, he always fucks you slowly and lazily, sometimes even talking about his day as he gets both of you off in the steamy place between glass doors.

he often turns the water off for a while to be able to hear your whimpers and moans against his ear, and you get shy, biting your lip to not let out a sound, but he would insist for you to do it. he loves how your body looks when it’s all wet, water droplets running down your chest to your boobs and down to your stomach, you look the most attractive to him when you are in the shower.

and he loves how after the shower, you would wear your fluffy bathrobes and do your skincare and brush your teeth next to each other in the sink, he would tease you and nudge your shoulder with his for the shower activities and you would just get shy and all flustered, ruffling his wet hair with your hands before you go to your shared bed and leaving him with a stupid smile plastered on his lips before he follows you to bed.

JAY — giving massages

oh he is obsessed with this. he is incredibly sensitive all around his body, and when your delicate fingers run through his skin, he just shivers all over. you love watching his reaction whenever this happens so you suggested that you can have a weekly massage day where you can just make him relax.

so you lay jay on your shared bed after a long day, you make him lay on his stomach and you straddle his waist. even when that happens he groans with satisfaction, feeling your bare thighs touching the side of his waist. you most likely put your hands on his shoulders first, squeezing his tight muscles in your palms, and slightly kneading with your fingers. but in seconds jay would start moaning like crazy, from the pleasure of your touch mixed with relaxation but it turns you on like crazy.

you would run your fingers along his spine, tickling him before they start massaging his neck, you would lean into look closer and your breath hits the shell of his ear which makes him die inside (in a good way). and when he becomes a whimpering mess under your touch, you would start kissing him, kissing his shoulders, nape of his neck and his exposed cheek to you, a grin appears on his face immediately when you also kiss the corner of his lips.

“jay, pay back my therapy.” you would whisper low in his ear and he would change your positions so quickly, you become the one laying under him on your belly, before he kisses all over your body and thrusts into you from behind, he would grab your neck from the front to kiss the soft skin there, and his moans getting ten times louder with pleasure.

after making you cum, he would grab a towel and clean you up as you stay laid on the bed, he would massage your skin like you did to him, even lights candles, he straddles you softly and runs his fingers through your hair and massages your scalp, which makes you melt even deeper after your orgasm. he is the best boyfriend to ever exist.

after he is done with his massage, he applies your skincare even before he tucks you into bed and turning on your favorite tv show, he looks at his gorgeous girlfriend with a sheet mask on her face and definitely relaxed because of him, he just smiles, thinking how he got so lucky to have you.

JAKE — sleeping naked

jake is such a whore for intimacy and literally whipped for your skin touching his, he is shameless enough to ask you to walk around naked in your shared house (which you said no) but one thing you can’t say no is you always go to bed naked.

you were not familiar with sleeping naked before your relationship with jake, but he just convinced you for his own reasons and telling you it’s even healthier, which later you got convinced and started sleeping naked with him every night.

you would do your skincare in a bathrobe after your shower instead of wearing pjs and take off the robe before bed and getting under the covers with jake. he loves the smell and softness and warmth of your skin so much, it takes seconds until your back is pressed to his chest, his lips are attached on your neck and his hands are grabbing your thighs and hips. he won’t initiate sex everytime, he also enjoys your body pressed against his bare, and non sexual touches and kisses that you give to each other.

but knowing jake, four times out of five, his hands will find a way between your legs, his giggles filling your ears as you let him in, him nibbling at your jaw as you let him just move his fingers between your folds, it makes you relaxed and also loved. he sometimes stops there, sometimes grinds his hips to yours and cums like that or sometimes he just lifts your leg up and slides in, thrusting behind while telling you how much he loves you, the sex makes you sleepy and feels so comfortable since you do nothing, jake only wants you to feel good before your night sleep.

he makes sure to touch and kiss you through it, smiling as he rests his cheek against yours, sometimes turning your head and locking your lips messily. it is also extremely playful with his personality he just knows it’s funny how you always end up in this position because of him and it makes him giggle all the time.

after, he loves staying inside when you let him, or just cuddling into your chest and covering your bodies with the bedsheet, he dozes off so quickly with the warmth of your body. so it depends on his mood how he wants to sleep every night. but one thing for sure is you are both naked and jake hates clothes.

SUNGHOON — you shaving his face

when you pointed out that sunghoon had a little stubble growing on his chin and upper lip, he got red, his ears were burning and he was extremely shy. but you were so invested about it, you loved feeling the tiny hairs when you kissed or when his face was between your legs. but it was a shame when he had to shave it regularly due to his job, so it became a thing between you two, where you shave his face for him.

he usually sits on the counter of your sink, and opens his legs, pulling you to himself. he is usually just wearing sweatpants during this process and he loves having you with less clothing, or just his shirt you wear to bed. after you get between his legs it usually starts with some kissing, because your boyfriend is the most beautiful human on earth, and you love his stubble itching your upper lip.

he hands you the shaving cream and his razor, he begs you to not cut him and you roll your eyes, you are always extra careful with him. you put the foamy cream on his face, applying it on his chin and upper lip where the tiny stubble peaks through. you can’t help but giggle, when he leans in and kiss you, smearing cream all over your face.

“baby, behave please.” “you love me when im naughty though.”

it always ends up with sex. sunghoon just grabs your ass as you shave him, and the moment he is done, he kisses your neck, the after shave smell overwhelms you from it’s masculine sexiness, you literally can’t resist him, you want his smooth baby face all over your body.

he pulls you to the counter instead of himself and lifts your shirt up, ramming into you from behind, while his lips stay on your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin. then he carries you to bed, positioning his face between your legs before he dives into your folds, you moan at the minty sensation and his smooth cheeks rubbing inside of your thighs, you are sure you love your boy shaven, especially when you are the one doing it.

after the sex, he finally goes and checks his face in the mirror, to see if you nailed it before he comes to bed and pulls you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, “thank you.” he mumbles, making you look at him. he gets shy but he still says it, “for shaving my face and being mine.”

[rowan-e-ravenwood]

gotham characters as scented candles 👀👀👀?

OOGUHUGHG YOU HAVE MADE ME HAPPY TODAY, prepare yourself for category 5 autism event

eeeeeee OKAY. this will just be some of my general favourite characters, and we'll go in no particular order. and i think all of these would work as perfumes as well, bc when i start selling candles, i want to do perfume oils too, for all the scents i can get skin-safe ingredients for, so my design sensibilities are getting more wearable by the day. I LOVE FRAGRANCES

read-more provided because this is going to get long

Oswald; i think my already-planned combination will definitely work for him - blackberry, tobacco, caramel, wine, and a hint of rose, with some leather for extra depth. and i think for the Gotham version in particular, i'd add a bit of sandalwood, to make it a bit more like fancy perfume without compromising the sweetness.

Victor Zsasz needs something kind of dark and mysterious, but also strikes me as the type to use a very basic manly-smelling soap. so we'll compromise with - juniper, cedar, lemon, and black pepper. simple and sharp.

Ivy is another one where my existing scent blend for her will work with just a couple small adjustments - garden soil, oakmoss and ginseng, with a bit of tomato leaf and some white floral notes, maybe jasmine? and for this version, add in a little bit of clove and geranium.

Edward will have a scent VERY different from the one i made based on my own version... he strikes me as the type to wear a nice, sensible, light cologne. for this, let's say - amber, sage, tonka, a bit of musk, and just a hint of lavender.

Kristen is such a lovely character, I think she needs to be on this list too. she gets a mild blend - vanilla, old paper, bergamot, and lily. a sweet scent for a sweetheart. maybe some sort of bakery note as well, she strikes me as the type to enjoy scones or sugar cookies.

Harvey, Harvey. what else could a scent based on a weathered, moody detective be other than - whisky, smoke, leather, black pepper, and tobacco. a classic combination.

Lee, my beloved, my beloved!!! i honestly don't see her as the type to wear a lot of perfume, so this one is almost entirely conceptual, as opposed to most of the others which are a blend of vibes and what they might actually smell like... i'll go with - vanilla, orange blossom, hinoki wood, and lavender. a very soft, comforting blend.

Barbara is definitely a perfumey party scent - champagne, peach, lily, musk, rose, pomegranate, and amber, with a twist of bitter almond. fun, bubbly, and girly! her warning shots are aimed at the chest.

Scarecrow, finally, has to be smoke, old wood, ginseng, hay, soil, and cardamom.

OKAY these are just some of my faves, so if you think there's someone i should have added to this, SEND THEM IN AND I WILL DESIGN THEM TOO!!!!! and any other characters too, i am foaming at the mouth

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Peppermint Stars

23rd December - Fluff

Sarah Cameron x Reader

Summary - You and Sarah decide to bake just after cuddles and a movie is turned on.

Word count - 941

“Sarah, what are we doing?” You grin, “You will see,” she giggles, taking your hand to the sofa, “Pop your fine ass down,” winking as she leaves the room leaving you even more confused.

“I got snacks, movies and blankets!” Sarah comes back with all of the things into her arms, throwing them on the sofa.

“Aw, you shouldn’t have!” You embrace her for a warm hug, kissing her cheek, “You're the best girlfriend ever!”

“I know,” Sarah teases, flipping her hair back.

“I even got you peppermint stars, your favourite,” Sarah tosses you the bag as she settles down with the pillows and blanket, covering the both of you up.

“Thanks,” you grin, opening them up and taking one out, “Come here, I want to cuddle your beautiful ass,” you giggle, tugging her body over to you.

“Yes, Madame,” Sarah shuffles, engulfing you into her arms as she puts the Christmas movie on, “Look it’s your fave,”

“Alexa, can you turn the lights off pls,”

The lights go off and the tv shines playing the movie as Sarah and you watch, you both snack on your snacks.

“I didn’t know you were planning a movie date,” You whisper, nozzling your nose into her neck to smell her scent.

“Me neither, it was a last minute thing because I was going to do something different like a dinner but it was better this way!”

“Mm, it’s still amazing,” You gushed over the fact that Sarah had intentions of a cute date all along.

“Anything for you, you're my baby,” Sarah kisses you passionately, gently stroking your cheek as she slips her tongue into your mouth.

You snuggle into Sarah more as she brings the fluffy covers up to you two more.

“I know what we should do!” Sarah gasps, “What? We are already watching a movie,” You laugh, “What could I want?”

“Mm, Well,” Sarah smiles, going right into your face, “We could make some peppermint stars, just for you and me,” You grin at her words, “We could skip the movie?”

“I agree, I’m not bothered with the movie either,” Sarah takes your hand to the kitchen.

“Do you even know what you're doing?” You giggle, seeing her take out bowls, pots and other things.

“Nope but we can Google it,” Sarah takes out her phone.

“So we need flour, unsweetened cocoa powder, teaspoon of salt, unsalted butter, sugar, vanilla extract, chocolate chips and peppermint,” Sarah says slowly as she takes out the ingredients from the cupboards.

“This is going to go so well!” You smirk, “Yep, come get your hands dirty because we are making peppermint stars Bitch,” Sarah winks, washing her hands with you.

You sift the flour, while Sarah sift the coco and salt, “Sarah you're going to get it everywhere, go slowly!” You laugh, seeing her roughly shake it.

“No I’m.. not,” Sarah looks down on the floor, “Oops,”

“I’ll go get a wet cloth,” you smacked your head playfully teasing her.

“Now we need to beat the butter and sugar until smooth,” You beat the ingredients together into a separate bowl, Sarah comes up behind you to kiss you on the cheek.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” You giggle, it tickles with Sarah’s lips all over your face, “There is always time for kisses,” she stuck her tongue out, “Especially mine,”

“Oh, but of course,” You have a semi bad French accent, you can never seem to get it as good as Sarah’s but you're improving, “Kiss for you, and kiss for you,” You turn around kissing each of her sweet cheeks.

Sarah looks at you flirty, fiddling with her necklace, “That was such a fine ass kiss, miss,” she winks, “Let me have a taste,” slipping her tongue into your mouth, tasting all of her sweet desires.

“Now we need to add the vanilla extract,” You moved away from Sarah to mix the ingredients together, giggling as she was clinging to you.

“Need it with me,” You grasp Sarah’s hands and put into the dough, smiling at her.

“Kinky!” She teases, digging her hands to need the batter into a more dough-like Consistency.

You half the dough, shaping it into each star with Sarah, making about 16-20. You pop the cookies on to a tray and into the oven at the right temperature.

“We did such a good job,” Sarah smirked, high five ring you giggling.

“Yes we did!” You kiss her lips passionately, soft and meaningful, curling your hand into the back of hair to feel her smooth silky blend of colours.

“Now we have to wait,” You sigh, being dramatic and holding onto Sarah for dear life.

“We could go cuddle, baby,” She presses her body against yours, feeling up your Hips cheekily.

“That’s a good idea,” You head towards the sofa, laying down on top of Sarah. She is stroking your head, giving you a forehead kiss and whispering sweet nothings into your ear seeing how tired you got from baking.

You eventually fell asleep on Sarah but she had to move you very carefully to get the cookies out of the oven.

Sarah comes back to you still fast asleep, she picks you up to take you to bed.

“Goodnight, baby,” Sarah whispers, “Love you so much,” you must have heard slightly because you stirred around and snuggled into Sarah more.

“Mm, night,” You mumble, giving a smile across your lips as you feel her kiss on your cheek, “Love you so much too,”

You feel her arms tighten around you, keeping you warm with her warmth.

Tomorrow you are definitely eating the peppermint stars with your lovely girlfriend Sarah!

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It is WINTER, and thus time to MOISTURIZE and KEEP YOUR SKIN HEALTHY. You can do this with a variety of products sold worldwide but none will provide you the scent and satisfaction of HANDMADE COLD-PROCESS SOAP. Perhaps you'd enjoy the light, subtle scent of green tea and cucumber, or maybe you want to smell like a movie cowboy looks (so, you know, all the good stuff without the sweat and cow poop). If you want to make your bathroom smell nice for guests this winter season consider the aptly-named Christmas Tree scent, or you can clean and exfoliate with my personal favorite, Coffee scent with real coffee beans in it. None of these quite your thing? No problem--click into the main shop, there are seventeen scents from apple to lavender and I've only shown you four.

Now that you're clean, I must insist you pamper your face with ZEO'S LIP BALMS which are as soft and silky as a kitten's itty-bitty nose and come in many flavors

Are you a proud BASIC BITCH like moi? Would you bleed pumpkin spice if we cut open your veins? Do you wear a toque with a bobble on top and screech excitedly every time you see the leaves turn color? PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE YOU TO THE BRAND-SPANKING-NEW FALL FLAVORS LINE which has not been available in person for like three years and not online, um, ever. Featuring such delights as Chai Latte and Cinnamon Donut (among others), all you need is a favorite cozy sweater. Or, if you're slightly more bougie than that--an Intermediate-Level Bitch, let us say--you may enjoy THE COFFEE SHOP LINE, which is also entirely new and features all your faves from your local cafe--whether you enjoy the simplicity of Black Coffee, One Sugar or the sucrose-soaked glory of a Caramel Macchiato. And if you simply gotta have a classic, you can do so in mutiple ways with the reintroduced WIZARD OF OZ LINE. I can't pick a favorite from this one. It's like picking a favorite child. From the sharp and strong Rosemary Spearmint of the Wicked Witch to the Chocolate Cinnamon sweetness of the Tin Man's exceptionally large heart, it's a delightful collection that--yes--features two perfect cold-weather flavors, Dorothy's Cinnamon Apple Vanilla and the Scarecrow's Spiced Orange Vanilla. (okay, okay, Dorothy's my favorite.) Ah but PERHAPS YOU ARE WONDERING IF ZEO'S RESTOCKED YOUR FAVORITE. Have you heard me rhapsodize before about the Sailor Senshi balms, Steven Universe flavors, or variety in the Overwatch line? Good news for you--all of these, along with Yuri! On Ice and Wonder Woman, have been restocked. COME REPLENISH YOUR FAVORITE.

Now that your lips have been touched by the equivalent of Julie Andrews personally gracing you with her presence, HOW DO YOUR HANDS AND FEET FEEL???? Bit scratchy, perhaps? Nipped up with the weather? In need of some TLC? Zeo's fantastic CUTICLE OIL doing wonders for your fingernails and the areas thereabouts, but you need something more heavy-duty for the rest?

Well grab a pair of socks you don't mind getting messy and pick up THE MOST AMAZING HAND AND FOOT SALVE YOU WILL EVER OWN. I will personally swear by it. Your poor abused soles and fingers will feel as though they've been dipped in the sparkles ubiquitous to Disney princesses and then wrapped lovingly in the finest of elf fabrics. You will wake up in the morning certain your skin has been carefully and benevolently replaced by a supernatural being that wants you to have a really fantastic day. "Half an ounce? That doesn't seem like a lot--" You don't need a lot. There is every possibility Zeo secretly got this recipe from Miracle Max.

Is this whole post just an excuse for me to post funny gifs? No, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it.

SO WITH YOUR FOOTSIES AND TOOTSIES PAMPERED PERHAPS YOU'RE ALSO OF THE HIRSUTE PERSUASION, or, statistically likely, know somebody who is. You need your whiskers to behave themselves and remain as the most luscious facial locks so you might, someday, aspire to be this gentleman.

(I think we all aspire to be this gentleman, whoever he is.)

ZEO CAN HELP YOU WITH THAT TOO

Moisturize your muttonchops with BEARD OIL! Condition your chin with BEARD CREAM! Subdue your stubble with BEARD BALM!!! All three of these products will provide you with soft, supple whiskers, and the beard balm can be used to do some lightweight taming. (It also works on regular hair on particularly staticky days, if you're the kind of person who has that kind of trouble.)

NOW THAT YOU'RE ALL CLEAN AND MOISTURIZED DO YOU WANNA SMELL GOOD

HECK YEAH YOU WANNA SMELL GOOD

Tumblr has decided I don't need any more gifs because apparently I've abused my power too much, so you're all spared from my horrible Jack Sparrow puns. That's okay because according to Johnny Depp, Jack smells absolutely horrific.

INSTEAD LET ME INTEREST YOU IN THE NEW ALICE IN WONDERLAND LINE OF SCENTED OIL ROLLERS

There's Alice. There's the Hatter. There's the Queen of Hearts. There's lush, English scents and a teatime to make your heart sing. All are guaranteed to delight you but the Queen, especially, is a wonderful winter scent.

HEY BUT MAYBE YOU LIKED THAT COWBOY IDEA SO YOU SHOULD TAKE A GANDER AT THE TRIGUN LINE Featuring our favorite foursome (Vash, Wolfwood, Millie, and Meryl), you have four fantastic takes on The Old West But In Space In The Future. You assume gunpowder? YOU'RE RIGHT. You assume leather? CORRECT. You assume vanilla? ....no? You haven't watched the show recently enough, go back and do it again. Take some donuts as snack food.

BUT DID YOU PERHAPS WANT SOMETHING A LITTLE SHARPER AND MORE ESOTERIC, YOU MAY BE INTERESTED IN THE YONA LINE WHICH NOW ALSO HAS TWO NEW SCENTS Designed to smell as though you're hanging in ancient Japan with dragon gods, these are admittedly not my faves (personal preference, I'm not the patchouli type) but are adored by all who try them. So what, Nina, is your type, if not patchouli, you ask, AND FRIEND I WILL REFER YOU TO THE DARK TOWER LINE. On first glance this is similar to the Trigun line, but there's one major difference: where Trigun leans heavily on hope and light, The Dark Tower is postapocalyptic and comes with a tinge of darkness and danger. These are the smokier scents, the heavier scents, the ones with just a hint of bitterness at what a better, fairer world would have been--but with such joy that for this moment, at least, we are here, to enjoy what we have.

Ah. But you, friend, you're the more particular type. You need something a little more unique. In that case, allow me to introduce you, please, to THE YU-GI-OH LINE. Featuring ten characters from the original show, there's no taste this line won't match. A sexier gambler-slash-archaeologist than Indiana Jones could ever hope to be? Choose the suave and masculine Suguroku. Sexy and sophisticated lady of status? Mai Kujaki. Your life's goal is to smell like the physical embodiment of a Claire's store if Claire's actually sold decent body sprays? Anzu Mazaki. A mystery wrapped in an enigma and tied up with a whiff of the esoteric? May I present Ryou Bakura?

AND NOW FINALLY

THE DENOUEMENT OF THIS POST

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I got tagged by @galedekarios a long time ago but I finally got around to typing this out about my custom Durge!

name: Lucas

nickname: none

gender: male

star sign: I'm not versed enough in star signs to choose a suitable one

height: 180cm-ish

orientation: demi + gay

race: high half-elf

romancing: Gale

fav fruit: Lucas is a Durge so I just can't not say a pomegranate (based on that one post where someone thought a cut pomegranate was a human heart lmao)

fave season: spring purely bc I love the irony of the child of the god of Murder having the season of (re)birth be his fav

fave scent: vanilla (there's a reference here, again bc he's a Durge)

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

average sleep hours: 4-6 hours (that's the average for half-elves as far as I know)

dogs or cats: cats all the way

dream trip: post-game Lucas wants to travel so badly, so a long trip ft a lot of places would be ideal. No specific destinations in mind bc I still don't know much about d&d

amount of blankets: all the blankets, a pile of blankets

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I was tagged by @miss--river @pinkyjulien and @wraithsoutlaws and this time I'm actually doing the thing I was tagged in XD thank you! If anyone hasn't been tagged yet, do it and say I tagged you - I mean it!!!!

OC INTERVIEW

🟦🟪 David Lozano & Viggo Day

▪ NICKNAME:

"Can call me V."

"What about that adorable nickname Heiress has for you?"

"Oh, yeah. Old lady I used to train with, she calls me Big Blue. What, you think that's cute?"

"I do, I love it! I'd call you that too but it feels like a special thing just for her. Like how your mom sometimes calls you--"

"Yeah, and this is Gogo, 'cause they never know when to fuckin' stop."

"That's me!"

▪ GENDER:

"Hell if I know! Just write down n/a. Or, no, write down "fun"! I'm not a boy or a girl, I'm fun."

"Could also write down "loud.""

"That too. And you're cis."

"Yeah. That's the one where you stuck with whatever they wrote on--yeah. Cis male."

▪ ORIENTATION:

"Oh, I like anyone who's got muscles and looks good doing manual labor. Like, all strong and sweaty. No, seriously! Not everyone looks good like that. Like, V does, but Sanctuary--our friend Sanctuary--wouldn't. They're hot too, though. Is it weird to say I'm attracted to anyone who looks like they can provide for me? Or like, kill someone for me. I wouldn't want them to, but... y'know."

"...Right. And I like men."

▪ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY:

"Ah, shit, I always get confused by this."

"Nationality is your country, so we're both from the NUSA."

"Right, and ethnicity is like... your culture?"

"Yeah, without getting too complicated. So you're Mexican."

"Little bit of Italian, too. Had a Nonna when I was a kid. Been dead a long time, though."

"You're depressing them!"

"You're about to make it worse. Go on, kid, tell us about your family."

"They don't need to know the sordid details. My dad was Chinese, but my mom's family and the clan raised me, so I'm closer to Mexican. See? Not depressing at all!"

▪ HEIGHT:

"My heels are deceiving you, I'm only five-two."

"Five-ten."

"Ooh, so close to six."

"And you're nowhere near it."

▪ STAR SIGN:

"Misty keeps tellin' me and I forget every time."

"You're a Capricorn, and I'm an Aries. You know both our symbols have horns? Oh, new tattoo idea!"

"I'm down."

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▪ FAVE FRUIT:

"Have you ever even eaten a fruit? Like a real one?"

"Kerry gave me a mango, one time. It was okay. I like the fucked up little strawberries we have here more."

"Oh, I love those. Yeah, strawberries for both of us."

▪ FAVE SEASON:

"I love summer, but the heat makes me really sick if I'm not careful. So spring, I guess. Before the temps get too high."

"Winter, I think. Quieter in winter."

▪ FAVE FLOWER:

"Poppies! Look, I even have them tattooed. I adore poppies."

"Roses. No reason, I just think they're pretty, I guess."

"That's a reason!"

▪ FAVE SCENT:

"Hm. What's the scent you use, V?"

"Sandalwood. Dunno what that is, but it's what the lotion bottle says."

"Okay, then sandalwood."

"Really?"

"Well, I like a lot of smells, but you're what came to mind first."

"Man, now I don't wanna say mine. 'Cause it's not whatever you're wearing."

"You don't like my perfume?"

"It's not bad, it's just not my favorite. I like vanilla."

"Ooh, vanilla is good. Especially when it's all warm."

━

▪ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

"This one roasts me all the time 'cause I like brown sugar in my coffee. Like they don't put syrup in theirs."

"Okay, I do not roast you. I just have to point out that it's weird. Every time."

"See?"

▪ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

"Oh, I sleep like a rock. Usually at least 6 hours, but I'll nap during the day, too. Especially when it's hot out."

"Not many."

▪ DOG OR CAT PERSON:

"Cats. Glad they're starting to make a comeback."

"Me too. Some areas that my clan would camp in had a feral dog problem, so I've never liked them. I haven't met many cats, but they've all been chill."

▪ DREAM TRIP:

"I'd love to visit somewhere tropical. Someplace with a clean beach and nice water. Or somewhere snowy. Doesn't Japan have both?"

"Fuck if I know. I'm not really into traveling these days. Seen enough of this planet."

▪ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH:

"Oh, this is a funny story. V and I used to live together in this horrible little one-room apartment, and I had to get rid of my mattress because something chewed a hole in it, so V let me share his bed until I could get a new one."

"Couldn't let you sleep on the floor. Would've been eaten alive by the roaches."

"It was still really sweet of you. Anyway, I guess he got used to having me there, and after I got a new mattress and went back to my bed, he kept getting more pillows until there was a human sized pile under the blanket."

"How do you know it was 'cause of you? Maybe I just like havin' a lot of pillows to choose from."

"Okay, okay. Sure. If that helps you sleep at night."

"Nah, my sixteen pillows help me sleep at night."

"Wait, shit, they were asking about blankets, weren't they?"

▪ RANDOM FACT:

"You say one about me, and I'll say one about you."

"Hm. Gogo has a degree in mechanical engineering. Or most of one, right?"

"Well, we don't really have degrees, but I was working on my specialization when Augie got registered and we went static to take care of him. So, yeah, close to a degree. I would've had a special patch on my jacket and eventually been part of the logistics team."

"You ever regret not finishing?"

"No, Augie's more important."

"Yeah. I get that."

"Now, a random fact I know about V, is his favorite meal ever is fried polenta and spicy sausage."

"Yep. I'll never turn that shit down."

"And I like it 'cause it reminds me of cooking in camp with my clan. It's good stuff."

"Yeah."

🟦🟪

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OC Interview

I was tagged by @g0dspeeed, @cassietrn, @simplegenius042 & @noodlecupcakes thank you lovelies! <3 I tag @whatwouldvalerydo, @yokobai, @inafieldofdaisies

Isabel (Far Cry New Dawn)

Name: "Just Isabel is fine."

Nickname: "Twins call me Rabbit, but Roger calls me Tiger. I'm so confused, what even am I?"

Gender: "Female."

Star Sign: "Pisces."

Moral Alignment/Personality: ."Neutral Good. With a side of crazy."

Height: "5’1."

Sexual Orientation: "Straight."

Nationality/Ethnicity: "Romanian."

Fave Fruit: "Bold of you to assume I only have one. I grew up with my mom's fruit salad. I'm hungry now, thanks."

Fave Season: "I love the late spring-early summer period. It's not too hot, and most of my favorite flowers are in bloom."

Fave Flower: "Oh shoot, I can't just pick one. Damask roses, peonies and jasmine."

Fave Scent: "I miss vanilla. And my mom's almond scented body lotion."

Coffee, tea, or HC: "With these freaking highwaymen roaming around, even clean water is hard to find. Besides, Romanians only drink tea when they're sick, so..."

Average Hours of Sleep: "It depends, really. Between four and six hours."

Dog or Cat Person: "Gosh, what is up with these questions? I can't just pick one. I grew up in a farm. It doesn't matter if it barks, meows, quacks or bleats. I pet it. Hell, have you seen my boy Horatio?"

Dream Trip: "What I wouldn't do to be able to visit Cinque Terre and just forget about the world for a week. Not like it's possible, but a girl can only dream, right?"

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: "I used to be obsessed with Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho. Oh man I miss watching anime."

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: "Most times I only have my jacket to cover myself with."

RANDOM FACT: "I'm very flexible. And I'm not talking about my schedule."

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Perfume Diary - Telegrama

Goddamn do I love Imaginary Authors. Outside Alkemia, they are probably my favorite perfume house. Of course I am gonna stan for a house whose whole conceit is making scents based off books that don't exist.

I keep my sample set of IA perfumes at my desk so I can pick one out anytime.

Today, I went with a old fave that I keep telling myself "oh I gotta save it, I'm running low" but nope I just default to it. Telegrama.

The listed profile on Telegrama is: talc, lavender, black pepper, teak, amyris, vanilla powder, fresh linen.

This summary has two immediate red flags for me. One, I hate lavender in perfumes bc it almost always smells like soap. Two, fresh linen is always such a non-scent I don't know why people bother.

Telegrama beats this. There is some magic in the combo of lavender, talc, and teak. The cohesion is incredible. It's powdery without that feeling of tickling the nose.

The presence of the black pepper specifically is wild. It's there but there's no bite to it, so it smells like a stone. The entire effect is like washing some strange fabric in amyris water and leaving it to dry on a rock in the sun.

All time fave. I'm gonna run out soon lmao.