jasmine vanilla

Bad hookup survival guide

About a week ago I hooked up with someone and I felt absolutely disgusted, used, disappointed, and dirty because I wasnt comftorable, pleased, or happy with the situation and felt scared to say no so for personal reasons and recent experiences, I decided to share a personal lil guide I made that i follow after a really bad hook up.
*Reminder - this is a PERSONAL guide. What works for me may not work for you. Take what you need and leave the rest
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1- Deep throating a dirty dick made me appreciate my tooth brush 10x more. I start off by brushing my teeth and flossing, followed by mouth wash. After this i’ll pour myself something to drink to calm my nerves. I recommend tea even tho i’m pouring myself a shot or 5 of vodka.

2- I’ll pick out clean and comftorable underwear, a clean bra, and a big T-shirt to change into for after my bath.

3- I’ll run my bath with warm water and dump ½ a cup of apple cider vinegar in with bath salts. I usually use lavender or eucalyptus. You best believe i’m dumping a shit load of body wash in there too, everyone knows a bubble bath is therapy.

4- I massage a deep conditioner into my scalp because that mofo yanked the shit out of my hair a little too hard and now my heads a little sore and my hairs a little knotted.

5- I scoop a generous amount of scrub and work it onto my legs, arms, belly, etc and rinse it off. At this point i’ll turn on my shower head then dose my loofah with body wash and scrub the shit out of my skin. Maybe a little too rough but it gives me the illusion that i’m washing away what the person I hooked up with did.

6- At this point I usually sit in the water to soak for a bit longer or i’ll rinse off and drain the tub and get out. I dry off and cover my body in lotion and spritz a comforting scent on (jasmine, lavender, vanilla) to get the smell of him off me.

7- after this I know my pussy is hurtin. When a guy cant get you wet and rips your dry pussy up it can take a toll on you and your pussy’s emotional health. I’ll take a wet warm wash cloth (please no soap) and gently press it on my labia for any swelling. Then i’ll rub on some coconut oil and put on my panties. No masturbating, let her chill for a bit and recover

8- ok so now that ive done all this i’ll put on my bra and Tshirt and get into bed. I like to write how i’m feeling or honestly just bawl my eyes out and remind myself of these 5 things-
~Who I sleep with doesnt define me
~How many people Ive slept with doesnt define me
~What I do in bed doesnt define me
~I am not less of a person
~I will be okay. My body will be okay. My heart will be okay.
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This was kind of a messy little list I put together. Ive been meaning to write this and once I did I cant even put all my thoughts and routines into something that makes sense. But bad hook ups can really take a toll on you. They take a toll on me. And I want to give some kind of supports to others who find themselves in the same situation. Its a kind of misunderstood thing where you feel awful because you agreed to what you were doing but you still feel violated.

Spell of Manifestation

There are times in a witch’s life where patience just isn’t going to cut it. You need that one thing to happen, and you need it right now! For those times, try out this simple spell of manifestation! This would be most effective during the waxing moon, or the new moon just before it begins to wax (on a day such as today, for instance!).

What you need:

* Fire (candle, cauldron, fire pit, etc)
* Paper (any kind will do, but the more elaborately decorated it is, the better this works)
* Incense of any kind will do, though certain herbs will work better for certain thoughtforms/wishes (see full list below)


The chant:

Waning, waxing, pull and push
Bring forth my vision, my solemn wish
Let it manifest into my destiny
As I do will so mote it be!


The process:

Close the blinds, lock the doors, or go outside somewhere where you needn’t fret about the judgmental eyes of others. Get a good fire going in your cauldron or fire pit, or light your candle. Sit and focus on your desire, envisioning it happening. See yourself holding what it is you want or experiencing the happening as realistically as you can; mind that magic has little recourse in the world of fantasy, as fantastical as it seems at times.

Once you have your vision firmly in your mind’s eye, write it out on the paper, as well as the date, and your religious name. Bless/consecrate the paper by any rite you wish, and then when you feel ready, feed it to the flame. Imagine is as a glowing orb which grows larger as the page burns up. Dance around it and chant the words above as it grows, letting your energy latch on the energy of the paper burning. Finally when you have generated enough energy, release it into the world with firm belief in its success.

Tell no one of your rite until the wish comes true.


The herbs (obviously there are more than this):
* Financial/material gain - patchouli (also fertility), sage, mint, basil, clove, cinnamon, pine
* Love/relationships - cinnamon, jasmine, musk, rose, lavender, vanilla
* Health/Vigor - orange, amber, frankincense, eucalyptus, lilac, ginger
* Spiritual growth - myrrh, sandalwood, frankincense, cedar, anise, magnolia, rosemary (dreams)
* Protection - sage, camphor, frankincense, dragon’s blood, parsley
* Purification - thyme, sandalwood, cedar, pine, sage

To help you preserve your feelings for each other

Especially when you are physically away… but it can also just be because you want to show your love to your significant other<3

Ingredients:

  • a red or pink bag with a red ribbon
  • the Two of Cups from your favorite tarot deck (a printed version if you don’t want to ruin your deck)
  • rose petals
  • rosehips
  • rose quartz
  • amethyst
  • mint
  • vanilla
  • rosemary
  • cinnamon
  • jasmine / orchid flowers
  • sugar
  • cinnamon
  • a photo of you two
  • seashells

When to do it?

During a waxing or full moon preferably.

Method:

Quite simple!

Take the time to meditate and focus on your intent (all the love you feel for your partner), on how they make you feel, all the memories you have together, the joys you shared, the happiness they are bringing in your life.

Then add all of the ingredients (cleansed with the method you prefer) in the bag.For each ingredient, take the time to stay focus, to feel the loving energy in your entire body. Only think of all this relationship means to you.

Once this done, close the bag whispering:

“ With this charm in hands, may we feel close

Whenever we are apart”

and it’s done!

Now you can offer this bag to your loved one so they can place it at home and feel all your love for them

How to make it even better?

Do two bags, one for your lover and one you’ll keep to yourself!

How to make it even better than better?

Do it together! you and your partner! And then, exchange the bags between you!

When you feel sad, when your miss your other half, take the bag, remember all the feelings inside it, how your partner makes you feel. Take the time to smell it and receive all the energy put there in the first place.

Elyssa

Marichat May Day 13: Sin

This is lame, but I’m tired and late. Sorry. Also there is nothing explicit, honestly, this thing could barely count as M let alone E. But under the cut just in case.


Adrien groaned as he tried to open his eyes. In all honesty, he didn’t want to. Really didn’t want to. The bed was smelling so nice, like jasmine and vanilla and something sweet so… so Marinette. Wait… Marinette?

His eyes snapped open and his right hand instinctively reached for his mask. Still there. Good. Did he fall asleep in Marinette’s room? Damn. He hoped he didn’t get her in trouble or something. He looked at the skylight, blinking in surprise. It was still night. Huh, did that mean he slept for little? He certainly hoped so, he didn’t want to take advantage of her hospitality. Just when he was about to get up the trap door opened. Luckily, it was only Marinette. Wearing a pink bathrobe.

Huh, that was a little bit weird.

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Distraction

 

Distraction pure and simple, not that he minded at all. In fact he lived for it, made him want to be a better man for you, because you loved him regardless of his past. Though right now none of that mattered as he watched you lean over your laptop busy working. Bucky couldn’t stop himself from coming up behind you, drawing his fingertips over your exposed shoulder watching you shiver. Both hands one warm the other cold gripping your shoulders, keeping you in place, “Need you so much doll.”

“James,” playfully whining using his given name, knowing how much he loves hearing it drip from your lips. His touch only served to heat your blood, skin tingling from each patch he landed on.

Leaning down tongue sliding out to draw the tip over the same path his fingers traced. “Break time baby,” other hand sliding through your loose ponytail, gripping the strands lightly giving a slight tug.

“I can’t too much to finish,” brain telling you to push Bucky away, body craving his touch.

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jupiters-alien  asked:

Which incense can be associated with each of the gods?

So, this is all personal preference or what I feel like the deity suggested! 🌼

  • Odin - nag champa, cedar, sage
  • Frigg - rain(you can usually find a rain/mist/moss one in most stores), frankincense, lavender, jasmine, sage
  • Freyja - rose, tangerine, myrrh, sage
  • Freyr - vanilla, patchouli, jasmine, literally anything with “enchanted” or “forest” in the name ✨
  • Loki - cinnamon, dragon’s blood, cotton candy(he likes sweet from me)
  • Hel - mulberry, wine, apple, pine, musky scents
  • Bragi - raspberry, sandalwood
  • Baldur - violet, lilac, lotus
  • Thor - amber, chamomile, rain
  • Tyr - opium, evergreen
  • Heimdallr - sage, “sugar and spice”
  • Sif - honey/honeysuckle, rose
Non-binary Fragrances: Tip 1

Looking for a fragrance but have trouble finding anything non-binary?

Here I’ve collected a few of the unisex fragrances for any genderqueer person.

Some of the fragrances have muskier tones whereas others have a lighter or even floral scent. That’s why I’ve included a list of scents to describe the products and help you narrow down your try-out list.

Acqua di Parma
Colonia
(bergamot, lemon, lavender, rosemary, rose, cedarwood)

Aesop
Marrakech Intense
(wood, florals, spice)

Byredo
Black Saffron
(pepper, black violet, leather, raspberry, juniper)

Calvin Klein
CK2
(wasabi, jasmine, wet cobblestone)

Clean
Fresh Laundry, Rain, Skin, Warm Cotton, Shower Fresh…
Most of the fragrances by Clean can be worn by anybody. You get what’s written on the label. Personal favourite: Cool Cotton

Comme Des Garçons
Blue Santal
(sandalwood, juniper berries, blue pepper)

Costume
National Scent
(hibiscus, jasmine tea, amber, patchouli)

Ex Nihilo
Cologne 352
(citrus, rose, wood, lily of the valley)

Hermés
Eau de Narcisse Bleu
(daffodil, orange blossom, wood, musk)

Jo Malone
Wood Sage & Sea Salt Cologne
(sea salt, sage)

Kiehl’s
Original Musk
(orange blossom, musk, rose, lily)

Le Labo (three amazing fragrances so I’ve included all of them)
Neroli 36
(orange blossom, musk, vanilla, rose, jasmine)
Fleur D’Oranger 27
(orange blossom, musk, bergamot, petit grain, lemon)
Patchouli 24
(patchouli, birch, vanilla)

Prada
Cargo de Nuit
(ambrette, cedar)

Tom Ford
Oud Wood
(cardamom, amber, wood)
Mandarino di Amalfi
(mint, thyme, grapefruit, black pepper)

Yves Saint Laurent
Tuxedo
(black pepper, bergamot, patchouli, lily of the valley)

firebyfire  asked:

Can I ask for “What did they do to you?” with Newt? Either as the one asking that question or being asked it?

@firebyfire - you most certainly can!

Graves wasn’t sure how he ended up sitting beneath the shade of a massive tree, legs splayed out in front of him as he watched a herd of beasts he couldn’t identify graze in the field ahead of them. All he could remember was not being able to breathe, suddenly. As though all the air had been removed from the room like a vacuum. He remembers the fierce thump, thump, thump of his heart jackrabbiting against his chest and how his skin felt cold from sudden perspiration. He remembers his knees feeling like jelly and becoming light headed. Everything being too bright, too loud, too much. And then everything bleeding away, the world falling back into the cold and the dark and the pain of the lash and—

“Here,” said a voice, abruptly pulling him from his thoughts. Graves flinched, but the hand holding the cup of tea out to him did not. It remained steady in front of him, steaming and welcoming and warm. Graves tried to ignore how his hands trembled as he took it, but his own voice was firm and familiar as he thanked him.

“You’re quite welcome,” Newt said before moving to sit next to Graves at the base of the tree. “I’m sorry it’s not coffee. I have some, but I didn’t think the caffeine would help you…calm your mind.”

“I don’t mind. My mother loved tea. Doesn’t tea have caffeine in it, too?”

“Not this one. Jasmine and vanilla, and a little bit of honey for taste.”

Graves took a soft sip and felt the warmth of it hang pleasantly in his chest. He smiled, smally.

“That’s nice.”

“I’m glad,” Newt said, his smile large and genuine from Graves’ praise. He took a sip from his own mug before looking out at the creatures grazing. Mooncalves, Newt had called them. They looked like simple beasts. Fluffy and wide eyed and bleating. Relaxed and confident and unaware that in the wild, any number of predators might kill them. Here, they were safe. Happy and fat from Newt’s attentions.

It must be nice, to be able to protect something so innocent.

Graves flinched as large dark eyes flashed into his mind, eager and hopeful and pleading.

A hand at his forearm drew him back, anchoring him to the present. His eyes fell to that hand – callused and scarred. But… the scars didn’t end with his hands. They trailed up his forearms and beneath the rolled sleeves at the magizoologist’s elbow before they finally disappeared from sight. Thin and too articulate to be from creatures alone.

“Sorry,” Newt said. “Thought I lost you, for a moment.”

“You nearly did,” Graves admitted, eyes trailing up to catch Newt’s.

“I know it’s not my place to ask,” Newt said, voice soft and tentative but genuine. “But Tina’s been awfully worried… I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but… is there a reason why you couldn’t enter that room?”

That room… ah, yes. The board room.

Graves could remember it, now – the trigger to his panic attack. He had touched the handle of the board room’s door and been floored by the smell of someone’s new cologne – Grindelwald’s cologne. Thick and heady and smelling of amber and spice, and it had pulled him back to memories of the man. Filling the room with his pleasant, expensive stench as he whipped him and beat him and tore fragments of memories from his mind despite his best defenses. The smell of him at his back, entering him against his will, bringing him pleasure despite his struggles to ignore the mounting heat, and kissing him gentle despite having beaten him mere minutes ago to keep him from fighting back.

Graves shuddered.

“It wasn’t the room. It was someone’s cologne. His cologne.”

“Oh!” Newt said suddenly, excited for some odd reason. Graves blinked and at his strange look, Newt held up a hand to hastily explain. “Apologies, I’m just excited because I think I can help. I had that trouble once, too. Couldn’t handle the smell of apples after what happened, but the unicorns and pegasus love apples – the Niffler too, actually. So I made a potion that can eliminate a certain smell. I can give you the recipe, if you’re interested.”

Graves blinked again, surprised. He opened his mouth, words caught on his tongue.

“That… that would be appreciated, thank you,” he said, words trailing off as his eyes fell once again to Newt’s scars. “You said ‘what happened’. The apples and your scars… you were captured?”

Startled, Newt automatically moved to tug down his sleeve before stopping – as though catching himself in a bad habit – and smoothing the sleeve instead, leaving it at his elbow. Newt smiled gently, and when he finally looked up to catch Graves’ gaze, there was an oldness there Graves could relate to.

“Once, yes. There was a man – a dealer of rare collectibles, he introduced himself as. He had somehow heard of me and wanted to buy my case and all the creatures in it. I said no, of course. But I had some dealings in the city about a herd of Peryton and couldn’t just go. So I hid the case with a trusted friend before seeking out my contact, only to get kidnapped on the way there,” Newt said, fingers gentle and calm as they traced a specifically garish scar over the front of his forearm – eyes distant. “They weren’t too happy when they found out I didn’t have the case on me.”

Graves watched him for a long moment, every scar beneath his own clothes suddenly molten hot where they brushed against the fabric. He wondered how long it took Newt to feel comfortable with rolling up his sleeves. He wondered if he’d ever be able to, too.

“What did they do to you?” Graves asked, eyes on Newt’s fingers. “If… if you don’t mind me asking.”

Newt looked up at him and smiled.

“Enough,” he said, cheerful despite the morbidity of their conversation. “They did enough.”

“How did you escape?”

“My contact sent an owl to my brother,” Newt said. “And he brought a team of aurors to rescue me. Wasn’t long. Two days. Maybe three.”

“But it was enough,” Graves said softly.

“Yes,” Newt agreed, then returned his gaze to the mooncalves as he sipped from his tea. “It was enough.”

“You didn’t give up your creatures though,” Graves pointed out.

“I’d die before I gave such a filthy man my case,” Newt said simply, as though pointing out the color of the sky. Graves smiled bitterly.

“I admire that.”

Newt’s gaze fell slowly upon him.

“Resisting a beating is far different than resisting a skilled occumulist, Mr. Graves.”

“I know,” Graves sighed. “That doesn’t make it any easier.”

Newt watched him for a moment.

“Does this?”

“Does what?”

“This? The case, the field, the mooncalves?”

Graves cast his gaze out once more and smiled ever so slightly.

“Yes. Surprisingly, it does.”

“Then you’re welcome here any time, Mr. Graves.”

“Thank you, Mr. Scamander,” Graves said, and for the first time in a long time, he felt genuinely at peace. Even if only for a moment.

“Please, call me Newt.”

“Thank you, Newt,” he said, head back against the tree. “Call me Percival.”

“You’re welcome, Percival.”

A Little Love and Lots of Laughs// Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by fangirlhani

I’m going to try to fill most of my requests today: so here’s the first one!

Requested by @undiscoveries

It’s been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. To top it all off, you have a son and daughter who are the clone of you and the Detective; they happen to love picnics and swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John. What’s better than a family day?

Key:

y/s/n - your sons name

y/d/n - your daughters name

  *This is set several years after Season 4, but the two of you met in Season 2 right before the Reichenbach. So in hindsight, Rosie is probably about five or six.


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anonymous asked:

Letterman jacket headcanon/au flashbacks

Like I know what you’re asking but I don’t at the same time? So I’ma take a crack at it

Thomas Jefferson Letterman jacket headcanons (Modern au?? IDK WHAT YOU MEAN BY FLASHBACKS AMIGO)

  • Thomas probably plays basketball or tennis but that’s not why he wears it, its purely a fashion statement that he paid FAR too much for
  • To be honest Thomas is probably not a jock at all he just looks it and wears the jacket 
  • Its pink(magenta) with a gold T because hello gaudy motherfuker
  • There is totally A HUGE gold embroidered fleur-de-lis that Laf looks at and shakes his head because shit Thomas you’re not even French you dolt
  • His jacket constantly smells like Jasmine and Vanilla, he wears lush products he always smells faintly sweet and floral but not overpowering
  • His jacket is WARM
  • What’s in this pockets? His phone, his keys, a wallet, a coupon to mix-n-mac, and his bookmark because he’s a tol nerd and old people candy like coffee flavored suckers, teeth breaking toffee or caramel or just a really strong ass mint
  • The jacket is lined with a velvet so its really not practical during the summer
  • During the summer he ties it around his waist or shoulders, because preppy looking boy 
  • He doesn’t let ANYONE borrow this jacket, its his favorite statement piece so its really big when he lets someone uses it 
  • The T wasn’t always there, it was sown on by his grandmama

all-about-the-focus  asked:

What do you think Harley smells like? I always think bubblegum or kinda the smell you'd get when you walk into a candy store— maybe like cotton candy. Just something very very sweet! Sorry if this is a weird question ❤️🥂

Margot actually spoke on this :) 

”I bought her perfume in a strip mall drugstore. It’s a super tacky cheap brand. The packaging is a skull. It’s perfect. Then I got a Playboy perfume, too, so she has one when she’s Harleen and one when she’s Harley. There’s nothing subtle about them.

Robbie didn’t name the exact perfumes, but the team over at Hello Giggles did some sleuthing. They worked out the drugstore perfume shaped like a skull could only be Ed Hardy’s fragrance ‘Sculls & Roses’ - a warm, sugary scent with strawberry, violet leaf, honeysuckle and caramel notes. As for psychiatrist Dr Harleen Quinzel’s signature scent, we reckon Playboy’s Play It Sexy perfume - with notes of mandarin, pink pepper, jasmine, vanilla, patchouli and sandalwood.” 

anonymous asked:

Can you write a fic about jellybean and her mother surprising jughead and the gang at pops

Here you go! There’s a little bit of Bughead in this, but it’s not centered specifically on their relationship. Hope that’s still okay. Enjoy!! 

“Juggie, you have to try this milkshake, it’ll change your life,” Betty slid the pink-tinted glass over to Jughead’s side of the booth, adjusting the straw so that it was pointing in his direction.

“Change it to what?” Jughead challenged, bending the straw forward to tilt it towards is mouth. “Because last time I checked, your life can never be physically altered by sipping some thousand calorie, overloaded-with-sugar drink that-”

Before Jughead could finish his sentence, Betty shoved the glass forward and he was forced to take a sip. “Shit, that is good,” he admitted, glancing down at the glass with wide eyes as he stirred the pink concoction with the straw. “What’s in that?”

“Happiness,” Betty smirked, reaching forward to slide the drink away from him just as he leaned forward to take another big gulp. “Well that and an overload of sugar.”

“Arch, what are you working on?” Veronica asked from her seat next to Betty, leaning across the table to catch a glimpse of the sheet of paper he was so focused on. “Your eyebrows are so furrowed that I’m not entirely unsure that they won’t merge together and just become one at this point.”

“Sorry guys, I’m working on this new song that Val promised she would show Josie at the next Pussycats rehearsal,” Archie explained, scribbling something on the paper before quickly erasing it. “I want to make sure it’s perfect before she even attempts to sing a note of it.”

“I’m sure it’ll turn out great, Arch,” Betty assured him, reaching across the table to steal a fry from Jughead’s plate and getting a dirty look from him in return.

“I hope so, I just really want to-” Archie stopped mid-sentence, his attention turning to the front entrance of Pop’s as he watched the person entering the diner wave to one of the waitresses before tucking her umbrella back into her bag.

“Arch?” Veronica nudged his arm, turning in her seat to see what had caught his attention. “What is it?”

“Um, Jughead,” Archie pointed to the door, and Jughead’s eyes curiously followed in that direction. “I think there’s someone here to see you.”

Jughead immediately slid out of the booth, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of his mother and sister standing in the doorway, their clothes dripping wet from the unexpected rainstorm.

“Mom?” Jughead breathed, taking a few steps closer. “Jellybean!”

“It’s JB now, remember?” Jellybean, now tall enough to reach the tip of Jughead’s shoulder, reminded him as she leaned against the doorframe to raise an annoyed eyebrow at her brother.

“Right, I knew that,” Jughead muttered, shaking his head as if trying to determine if seeing his mother and sister after so many years being apart, was real or just a dream. “Wow, what are you guys doing here?”

“We came to see you, Juggie,” his mother explained, gesturing for her son to fall into her arms for an overdue hug. “Come here.”

Jughead wrapped his arms around his mother, taking in the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla that he had loved so much when he was a child. “It’s good to see you,” his mother breathed, her breath tickling the back of his neck as she pulled away from him.

“Yeah, you too,” Jughead beamed at her before turning to the young girl with headphones slung around her neck and dirty converse sneakers squeaking on the tiled floor. “Get over here JB, or are you too cool to hug your big brother now?”

“I guess I can make an exception this once,” Jellybean shrugged nonchalantly, smirking amusedly at her brother before launching herself into his chest for a giant bear hug.

“Well I feel honored now,” Jughead joked, glancing down at her phone and pointing to the song being displayed across the screen. “What are you listening to these days?”

“The Cramps, Fugazi, NOFX,” JB rattled off a few of her favorite bands before looking up to see her brother raising a curious eyebrow at her. “Yeah, I’m really into post-punk these days.”

“Unfortunately for me, that means I had to invest in several pairs of earplugs,” their mother admitted, rolling her eyes at her daughter before turning to smile at Jughead.

Jughead glanced up to find his friends staring curiously at the three of them from their usual booth, and he quickly ushered for his mom and sister to follow him over to meet them. “Um, mom, JB I’d like you to meet my friends,” Jughead announced, stepping to the side so that everyone in the booth could be seen. “You know Archie, of course.“

“It’s great to see you again, Mrs. Jones. You too JB - I can’t believe how much you’ve grown up,” Archie smiled up at Jellybean, who immediately began to blush furiously from the unexpected attention.

“And this is Veronica Lodge, she and her mom just moved here from New York not too long ago.” Jughead gestured to Veronica, who immediately leaned across Betty in the booth to hold out her hand to Jughead’s mother.

“Mrs. Jones, I must say, your rain boots are très chic. I had a pair just like that last April that I got from this little boutique in-” Veronica started, but was quickly cut off by a fierce nudge in the side from Betty.

“V, now is not the time to rehash shopping trips from long past,” Betty reminded her in a hushed tone, smiling apologetically at Mrs. Jones.  

“Last but not least, this is-” Jughead looked from his mom, to Betty, and back again, but his mother simply placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled knowingly at Betty.

“Come on, Juggie, like I could ever forget Betty Cooper,” his mother told him, her eyebrows arching curiously as she watched her son nervously adjust his beanie and avoid eye contact with everyone and everything but the scuff marks on the tiled floor.

“Right, okay, JB do you want to stay with the gang while mom and I catch up for a second at the counter?” Jughead asked, quickly turning to his friends expectantly as he guided his mother away from the booth. “Guys, do you mind?”

“She’s in good hands, Jugs,” Veronica assured him, gesturing for JB to take a seat in the booth next to Archie and sliding Betty’s milkshake over to her. “JB, you have to try this milkshake. It’s all sugar and really bad for you, wanna sip?”

Jughead shook his head at Veronica as he took his mom by the elbow and led her towards the counter. Hopping onto the stool, Gladys Jones turned to her son with an amused expression.  

“So you and Betty Cooper, huh?” she teased, taking a menu from the stack on the counter and flipping through the various combinations of burgers and shakes that she had missed while she had been away.

“What makes you say that?” Jughead said into the surface of the counter, avoiding eye contact with his mother as he picked at a piece of plastic coming up at the edge of one of the menus.

“Oh, come on,” his mother prompted, nudging his arm playfully as she closed the menu and turned to Jughead. “I might have been gone awhile, but I’ve always known how you felt about that girl. You used to write little poems about her when you were little - ‘the girl with golden pigtails,’ do you remember?”

“Mom, can you not start with the obligational parental embarrassment please?” Jughead groaned, burying his head into his hands and sighing. “I feel like you’re making up for lost time here and I’m not okay with it.”

“Fair enough. New subject then,” she offered, wriggling uncomfortably in her seat and turning her face away from Jughead to rest her chin gently in one hand. “How’s your father been doing?”

“He’s been fine,” Jughead lied. “Good even. He’s working for Fred Andrews again and he hasn’t been drinking as much. He’s really made an effort.”

“You’ve always been too sweet to belong to either one of us,” she said distantly, tracing the name on the front cover of the menu with her index finger. “I’ve known who FP is since the day I married him. You don’t need to lie about him, not for me.”

“He’s… managing,” Jughead admitted, glancing down at his hands. “I think he misses you, even if he would never admit it out loud. And he misses the way our family used to be. So do I.”

“I know, Juggie,” his mother said sadly, tucking her hair behind her ear before turning in her seat to pat her son’s hand reassuringly. “But things are better this way. At least for now, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jughead muttered, although there was a distant voice in the back of his mind yelling at him to admit that he didn’t understand and he wanted her to come home. But he silenced that voice quicker than it could rise to the surface and turned to smile reassuringly at his mother.

“Anyway, you go tell that Betty Cooper how you feel about her before it’s too late, okay?” Jughead’s mother urged him, tugging gently on his arm before glancing back to smile at Betty. “Life tends to push love to the way back of the shelf if you’re not careful. Don’t let that happen to you.”

Jughead followed his mother’s gaze to find Betty throwing her head back in laughter as she reacted to something his sister was saying. He loved the way his heart fluttered at the sound of her laughter, and the way her smile lit up her entire face unlike anything he had ever seen before.

“I won’t,” Jughead promised, turning back to place his hand in his mother’s open palms. “I’m really glad you’re here, Mom.”

“Me too, sweetie,” his mother smiled, but there was a distant sadness there that Jughead failed to notice - one that indicated that maybe there was another reason for her return than just a family reunion with her son. “Me too.”

With that, Jughead and his mother ordered a round of milkshakes for the entire table and joined everyone back at the booth. They both knew that they had a lot to talk about, but for now they simply enjoyed each other’s company without mentioning any of the problems that kept them both up at night - the reason she left her family behind. The reason she took Jellybean away from Jughead. And the reason that neither of them were never coming back.

Champagne and Rose Petals.

The key to a woman’s heart is to always remind her how beautiful she really is, not just by telling her but also showing her. Nobody is perfect and even the prettiest women can oftentimes feel insecure about her flaws. In many instances, it is not enough to just praise a girl with compliments, she deserves to be showered with all the love and affection that one can offer. The smallest, romantic notions can reassure a woman of her value and how much she is treasured.

Justin’s Point of View.

Taking one step back I inhaled a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs before exhaling through my mouth. I smiled to myself in relief that after almost an hour of shuffling around the en suite, trying to make everything look perfect it finally appeared to be just as I planned. I was proud of my accomplishment.

A sweet aroma of lilac filled the room as a candlelight glimmer illuminated my surroundings. Several small battery operated candles lined the edge of the bath with one floral in the center, giving off a sweet scent of lavender silk. I placed two more on the vanity, one in each corner to light up the room a little more; the magenta colored candle in the farthest corner was a briar rose scent while the blue was holiday frost.

The combined fragrance of wild flowers that grew in the summer and a cooling outdoor accord with cedar wood and Siberian fir needles with a hint of jasmine and vanilla was so fresh and alluring, I can see that I made a smart choice when picking them out.

I filled the bath with warm steaming water and added a handful of raspberry sorbet bath salts. Grabbing a few red rose petals, I scattered them all around the en suite. I spread an insufficient amount across the vanity and a few more around the bath before throwing the last couple down into the water.

Taking one final glance around, I felt satisfied by how everything looked. It was important that everything looked absolutely perfect and nothing short of it because tonight is going to be special. I could not erase the smile off of my face when I thought about seeing the look on (Your Name)’s face when she sees this. My baby deserves a quiet and romantic night, it’s the least I can do to put a smile on her face again.

Lately, (Your Name) hasn’t been herself. Though she hasn’t said anything to me I know that something has been bothering her. I can tell by the sudden change in her demeanor over the past week; every time I try to hold her or even touch her she hesitantly pushes me away, it breaks my heart every time because she had never been one to object to my affection.

She’s become very silent as well; I come home every night to find her in the sitting room laying on the couch. I always ask about her day but (Your Name) invariably greets me with a smile that is never genuine and one-word answers like “good” or “fine.”

As desperately as I try to get her to talk to me she remains silent and distant from me. It’s heartbreaking.

But I can see it in her eyes that something is holding her back from opening up to me like she’s afraid of what I may think. If that’s the case then I hope to God she knows that she can tell me anything. There is nothing more distressing than seeing the woman you love slowly break down in front of your eyes every day without any knowledge of what’s wrong because she doesn’t feel confident enough to confide in you.

I miss (Your Name)’s gorgeous smile and her overall delighted self and I wanted to do something to bring back that radiant and confident woman that I fell in love with so I figured that I would surprise her with a romantic bath for two. It’ll give us some alone time and it’ll give her a little reassurance to let her know how beautiful she is and how much she means to me.

After scattering the remaining rose petals into the bath I exited the en suite and headed downstairs to the den where (Your Name) has been all evening, diverting all of her attention to one of her books. I inwardly thanked God that she found something to keep herself occupied for awhile, otherwise she would have gone to bed over an hour ago.

Standing in the archway that separates the den from the kitchen I see (Your Name) sitting on the couch in the exact same position as she’s been all night; her legs were tucked comfortably underneath her while her back was resting up against the back of the sofa. She was leaning on her left side with her elbow laying on the armrest. I smile to myself at the sight of her; she always seems to look so relaxed when wrapped up into one of her books. I wish she can stay that way.

As I enter the sitting room I assume she saw me at the corner of her eye; she lifted her head and turned to face me. The smile she gave me was not the genuine, endearing smile she always had; it was forced and had little to no emotion. I hope that’ll soon change.

“Hey, baby girl,” I greet her with a warm smile, trying to conceal my sympathy for her. Standing over her behind the couch I lean down and press my lips against the top of her head, taking in the enticing vanilla scent of her hair. (Your Name) replied with a simple “Hi” — her voice is so low and brittle I almost didn’t hear her — before closing her book and laying it on the coffee table that was in front of her.

I walked around to the front of the sofa and grabbed both of her hands, pulling her up to stand. I brought her closer to my chest and rested my forehead on hers. “I have a surprise for you,” I mutter out.

(Your Name) looked up at me with her eyes narrowed in confusion, but deep within her hazel emerald orbs, I could also see a hint of wonder and of anticipation. Without saying another word and still holding onto her hands I began leading her towards the staircase.

***

We reached the top of the stairs and sauntered down the hallway; (Your Name)’s soft and delicate hand is still enfolded in mine as our fingers entwined jointly. Finally, I came to a stop in front of the closed door to the en suite, I felt (Your Name)’s body collide into my back, indicating that she was most likely not paying attention to where we were going.

Before I opened the door I turned around to face her, giving a quick and gentle peck to her forehead.

“Close your eyes.”

(Your Name) did as I asked and let her eyes flutter shut. I opened the bathroom door before pulling her body in front of mine and wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. I guided her into the room and closed the door behind us. “Open your eyes,” I spoke in a whisper, holding my lips against her ear.

As her eyes slowly opened a gasp emitted from her lips. I watched her eyes move from the bath and all around the room, admiring the candles and flowers petals on the floor and across the vanity.

For the first time in a long time, I saw a smile on her face that was pure and permeated with endearment.

“Justin…” she muttered, stunned. Her left hand rested against her chest, over her heart. “This is beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it, baby. I know you’ve been having a hard time and I want you to just ease your mind and let me treat you like the queen that you are,” I press my lips against the base of her neck, giving her skin a gentle kiss. Rotating her in my arms I pulled her close to me so that her chest was tight to mine. (Your Name)’s hazed eyes lock onto mine, her innocence begins to show as her teeth bite hard into her bottom lip. My hands begin to slowly move down the length of her arms, feeling her soft skin tingle with goosebumps.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt I began tugging it up. I discarded it to the floor, off to the side and moved to her back where I found the clip that held her bra together. I was about to unhook it when (Your Name) suddenly stopped me, she became timid and refused to look at me. It was almost like she was afraid and didn’t want me to see her and it hurt.

She has nothing to be nervous about and doesn’t have to be insecure around me; in my eyes, she is everything I could ever want in a woman and more.

“It’s okay, baby,” I mumble huskily, trying to give her some reassurance. She finally allows me to continue and I unclip her bra, sliding it down her arms before throwing it onto the bathroom floor. My hands engulf around her face, caressing each of her cheeks with my thumbs. I solemnly admire every inch of her with nothing but amazement. Even after three years she never fails to leave me speechless by how gorgeous she is. “So beautiful,” I smile, releasing her face from my hands as they move gently down the curves of her figure, brushing her smooth skin with my fingers.

After discarding the remainder of her clothes, leaving her completely bare to my eyes I grabbed a hold of her hand, leading her over to the bath. She stepped over the edge of the tub and sat down, sinking down to the bottom underneath the water fuzzed over by raspberry-scented bubbles. (Your Name) closed her eyes while a look of relaxation washed over her face, I smile in relief at how much she seemed to enjoy it.

After disrobing I got in as well, (Your Name) moved closer to me and sat cross-legged in front of me with her head resting comfortably against my naked chest.

“This feels really nice,” (Your Name) giggled as she snuggled further into my embrace. She was slowly coming back to her same carefree and sparkling self. I immediately felt glad I decided to do this.

She looked up at me with a smile of gratitude. “Thank you for this,” she whispered. “You don’t have to thank me, you deserve it.” Kissing the top of her head I ran my hand across her cheek down to her neck.

“You have such soft skin,” breathing against the lining of her jaw. I leave feather-like kisses down her chin to her neck while my hands move in a soft massage-like matter along her shoulders and her arms. I held her tighter with her back compressed against my chest.

***

Grabbing (Your Name)’s shampoo bottle from the vanity I poured a good amount into my hand, taking in its sweet scent of almonds and coconut and began rubbing it into her hair. She leaned back so that her head laid against my shoulder and closed her eyes, letting out a soft groan. “Mhm,” I couldn’t resist laughing at how cute she was as I continued to lather her hair, massaging her scalp with my fingers.

Once I had rinsed the soap suds out of (Your Name)’s hair she began lathering her skin with her preferred sweet cream and peony scrub. As she was doing this I reached behind the bath, taking out the bottle of Perrier-Jouët Blason Rosé that I had hidden there earlier and poured out two glasses. “Here you go, sweetheart,” I handed her a glass of pink champagne while keeping the other for myself. I clicked my glass with hers before taking a sip. (Your Name) did the same and rested her head back against my shoulder.

***

The warmth of the bath was beginning to grow cold, I pulled the plug, letting the water drain. (Your Name) and I got out of the bath and dried ourselves off. I wrapped (Your Name) up with a white crisp towel and grabbed another to cover my waist.

“Babe, can I dry your hair?” I asked, turning around to face her. She had her wet hair wrapped up in a gray towel. “What?” She chuckled.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her up onto the counter. I slowly pushed the towel back until it slid off of her head. “I want to dry your hair, can I?” (Your Name)’s sweet little giggle filled the room as she nodded her head, granting me permission.

Grabbing the hair dryer and (Your Name)’s brush I began combing through her damp knotted locks as I proceeded to blow dry it. I have never done this ever in my life; in fact, I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing but after watching (Your Name) style her hair multiple times I assume it isn’t too difficult.

After I successfully finished drying (Your Name)’s hair she suggested that I also straighten it and of course, I complied. While she remained propped up on the counter I used her hair straightener to iron out each strand at a time, cautiously as I had never used one of these before and I didn’t want to burn her.

“You should become a part-time hairstylist, babe,” she said while watching me. I looked at her and gave her a flirtatious wink and replied with a quick “thank you, babe” and continued to straighten her hair.

***

Finishing off on the final strand, I combed my fingers through (Your Name)’s summer gold locks that were now free of any tangles. She hopped off of the vanity, still sporting her white towel around her body and looked at herself in the mirror, she smiled at her reflection and turned to face me. “Thank you, Justin.”

Grabbing both of her hands, I press my lips against each of her palms before wrapping her arms around my neck and enfolding my own around her waist.

“I love you so much, (Your Name),” I began, keeping my eyes locked onto hers. “I don’t think I could ever describe just how much I love you but what I know is that words will never be enough to show you; I want to spend each and every day making sure you feel beautiful and loved because you are… Gosh, you are so loved, baby girl. That smile I saw on your face this evening, that angelic and delighted smile that I adore so much, I want to see that smile every single day.”

As (Your Name)’s eyes began to swell up with tears, I knew I was getting my point across. “I love you, Justin, I love you so much, thank you for tonight,” she grinned as tears trickled down her cheek, I quickly brushed them away with my thumb.

“Don’t assume that we won’t have another night like this, the next time will be even better,” I whispered huskily and gave her a wink.

Her cheeks flushed into a bright shade of red as she shyly nuzzled her face into my bare chest. “I can’t wait till then,” she mumbled with a faint chuckle, her lips sweeping along my right collarbone. “Come on, let’s go and get ready for bed,” I quickly kissed the top of her head before releasing her from my grasp.

I followed (Your Name) into our bedroom, flicking the bathroom lights off on my way out the door. I threw on a pair of gray sweat pants, (Your Name) changed into a pink lace silk nightgown that came to her mid-thigh. I watched her crawl into bed, my face all aglow. “What?” she asked. I smiled while shaking my head and climbed into bed beside her. “Nothing, I just love you so much,” my arms enveloped around her from behind. I towered over her and kissed her temple.

“I love you too, Justin, thank you again for tonight,” she held my hand against her stomach, interlocking our fingers together. “Anything for you, my angel.”

Burying my face into (Your Name)’s hair that was sprawled across her pillow behind her I closed my eyes, letting myself slowly fall into darkness.

“If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.” — Audrey Hepburn

The End 


PS - Here’s a little message to anyone who feels like or has ever felt like they are not good enough or they will never find someone who will treat them right… 

Your happiness matters and you are worthy of love and affection. You deserve someone who knows how to remind you how beautiful and amazing you are each and every day. 

Sometimes words are not enough and when you find someone who shows you how much they genuinely love you, rather than just tell you, hold onto them and remember that you deserve to be happy 💖

PPS - Today is my birthday 😄🎉🍷

Aphrodite Devotion Bath ❤💛💚💙💜

💎I used this “recipe” when I was visited by her💎

I used pink Hamilayian Salt ❤Herbs 🌸Cinnamon 🌸paprika 🌸chilli powder 🌸Dill weed ❤Oils 🌸Rose 🌸Lavender 🌸Cherry Blossom 🌸Vanilla 🌸Jasmine I also used what I call beauty water, which is pretty much water that I charged with rose quartz on my altar for 7 to 8 hours, I also used rose oil to give it the beauty water an extra kick I also used two large red candles to represent her 2 blue tealights for her birth 2 pink for love and beauty 2 red for sex and lust I also had every piece of rose quartz I owned with me I lit the candles, prayed to her, then completely submerged myself in the water. And that’s when I saw her Happy witching! ❤❤❤

Heaven on Earth [BuckyxReader]

Summary: Birthdays can be awful, birthdays can be amazing; sometimes, birthdays can be both.

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angst? Language, probably.

Word Count: 1,157

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with this, but it’s the best effort I can put forth at this point in time. Hopefully you don’t hate it as much as I do.

Written for Kinza’s birthday challenge, she gave me the prompt ‘surprise,’ and this is what I managed to come up with. Enjoy!


Originally posted by vibraniumdoll


Standing in front of the full-length mirror, your eyes surveyed the landscape of your body—its hills and valleys, its dimples and bumps, its curves and tone. As much as you tried to appreciate all the amazing parts of your figure, you couldn’t relax your corrugate brow, your gaze fixed upon the raised, pink tendrils of the scar running across your collarbone, the starburst pattern on your shoulder crawling across your clavicle. You always chuckled when people asked you about it, calling it your birthday present from Ronan the Accuser. It was five years ago to the day that Fury leant you to the Nova Corps to lead the Xandarian force against yet another Kree incursion, this one helmed by Ronan, equipped with the Power Stone, which he had claimed as his prize after killing the member of the Infinity Watch entrusted with its care. You went up against an Infinity Stone and won, but not before it nearly incinerated your arm. The Nova Corps didn’t care for triage, at least not when it came to you, immediately sending your back to Earth, back to the Avengers reserve, bleeding and mangled.

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The signs as scents
  • Aries: Pumpkin Spice and Ginger
  • Taurus: Rose and Vanilla
  • Gemini: Lavender and Chamomile
  • Cancer: Sandalwood and Cinnamon
  • Leo: Ginger and Pumpkin
  • Virgo: Chocolate and Cherry
  • Libra: Orange and Peach
  • Scorpio: Rose and Sandalwood
  • Sagittarius: Vanilla and Strawberry
  • Capricorn: Jasmine and Vanilla
  • Aquarius: Lilac and Rose
  • Pisces: Cotton Blossom and Honey
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salt soak sampler trio by herbsandoilsbath

try out three rockin’ salt soaks with this sampler trio — includes black lava salt + eucalyptus and lavender, pacific and french grey salts + chamomile and neroli, and himalayan pink salt + jasmine and vanilla. each one has a different function — to relax muscles, to detox skin, or to soothe. love.