#best cleansers for dark skin

[diamondsandpebbles]

FAVOURITE CLEANSERS FOR DRY SKIN | FRESH, CLINIQUE, GLOSSIER, DERMALOGICA, SWEET JADA | byalicexo

in my latest video, i’m sharing every cleanser i currently have on rotation, featuring dermalogica, clinique, fresh, glossier and sweet jada. 

while i like to mix things up every now and again, my current selection helps to keep my dry, dehydrated, breakout-prone skin looking and feeling 100. now i know that five cleansers may seem a bit excessive, but trust me when i say that each and every one of them works wonders for my skin, plays a unique role in my overall skin condition and has a very specific place within my skincare routine. 

if you’re curious about what that all means, or if you’re looking for a new cleanser to add to your routine, this video is definitely for you!

i hope you enjoy the video. please don’t forget to like, comment, SUBSCRIBE (turn on your notifications) and share with your friends. and in the meantime, i’ll catch you in the next one!

[holicare]

Choosing Wisely: Tips for Selecting the Right Brain Health Supplements for Men

In today's fast-paced world, keeping your brain in top shape is super important for guys of all ages. Whether you're pushing hard at work, hitting the books, or just trying to stay on top of things in your day-to-day life, picking the right brain health supplements can really help. But with so many choices out there, it's tough to know which ones are best for you. Here are some tips to help you make smart choices:

First off, figure out what you want the supplements to do for you. Do you need help with remembering stuff, staying focused, or maybe just chilling out a bit? Knowing what you're after will make it easier to find the right supplements.

Next, do a little homework on the ingredients. Look for things like omega-3s, bacopa monnieri, and vitamins – they're known to give your brain a boost. And make sure the supplements come from a good company and have been tested to be safe.

It's also a good idea to see what other guys have to say about the supplements. Check out reviews online to see if they really work and if people like them.

And hey, if you've got any health issues or you're taking other meds, it's a good idea to talk to your doctor before you start taking new supplements. They can tell you if it's safe for you.

Think about how you want to take the supplements, too. They come in all kinds of forms – pills, powders, even drinks – so pick the one that's easiest for you to use every day.

Remember, supplements can help, but they're not magic. You still need to eat right, get some exercise, sleep well, and manage your stress to really keep your brain in top form.

And finally, pay attention to how the supplements make you feel. If they're helping you out, great! If not, you might need to try something else.

By following these tips, you can make informed decisions and choose brain health supplements that are right for you. Remember that optimal brain health is a journey, and selecting the right supplements is just one piece of the puzzle. With dedication, patience, and the right support, you can unleash the full potential of your mind and thrive in all aspects of life.

[rafedarling]

your last one shot about them being actors was so fun!! do you know how vogue or gq does those how well do you know your partner video? maybe they could do it? or the reader does a vogue beauty secrets video and rafe intervenes accidentally

oooooh that’s a great ideas anon, thank you for send in!!

𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦

pairing: rafe cameron x actress!reader summary: vogue invites you to participate in their popular “secret beauty” series, where you’ll share your personal beauty routine on camera. filming alone in the comfort of your home, you’re deep into your routine when your husband, rafe, accidentally interrupts the shoot. what follows is a light-hearted and playful exchange between the two of you, filled with the kind of easy affection and banter that defines your relationship. rafe’s unexpected appearance adds a layer of fun and warmth to the video, showcasing not only your beauty secrets but also the loving dynamic between you and rafe. warning: english is not my native language. fluff au: like, reblog and comment are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. a sequel to “love, fame and the future” but can be read as a stand alone one-shot. taglist

Afternoon sun streamed through the windows of your living room, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern décor that you and Rafe had carefully chosen together. The space was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant chirp of birds outside. You were alone-well, almost alone-getting ready to film a special “Secret Beauty” video for Vogue.

You’d been thrilled when the invitation came through. As an actor, you were used to being in front of the camera, but this was different. This was personal, an opportunity to share a side of yourself that fans rarely got to see. And doing it in the comfort of the home you shared with Rafe made it even more special.

The crew had sent over the necessary equipment the day before, but you’d opted to set everything up yourself. It felt more intimate that way, just you and the camera. You’d arranged a small vanity area in the corner of the living room, where the light was best. Your collection of beauty products, everything from skincare to makeup was neatly laid out in front of you.

You did a quick check to make sure the camera was positioned correctly, framing the scene just as you wanted. Satisfied, you hit record, flashing a bright smile at the lens.

“Hi, everyone! I’m Y/n Cameron, and welcome to my Vogue Secret Beauty video. Today, I’m going to be sharing my everyday beauty routine with you all. This is what I do to keep my skin looking fresh and my makeup natural, especially when I’m off set or just hanging out at home.”

You reached for the first product on your vanity, a gentle cleanser. “So, I always start with a good cleanse. It’s really important to make sure your skin is clean before you do anything else. I’ve been using this cleanser for a while now, it’s super gentle and doesn’t dry out my skin.”

As you explained, you began applying the cleanser, massaging it into your skin with gentle, circular motions. “I usually spend about a minute doing this, making sure I get every part of my face.”

Once you were satisfied, you reached for a soft towel, patting your face dry. “Next up is toner. This one’s great because it helps balance my skin’s pH and preps it for the rest of my routine. I just put a few drops on a cotton pad and gently sweep it across my face.”

You demonstrated, moving the cotton pad across your skin with care. “It’s really refreshing and makes my skin feel super smooth.”

You paused, letting the toner absorb, and then reached for your favorite serum. “Okay, so this is one of my must-haves. It’s a vitamin C serum that brightens my skin and helps with any dark spots. I just take a few drops and press it into my skin, focusing on areas that need a little extra love.”

As you applied the serum, you glanced at the camera, flashing a playful smile. “Rafe actually loves this stuff too, even though he won’t admit it.”

You laughed softly at the thought, your mind wandering to your husband. He was out at the moment, running some errands, but you knew he’d be back soon. Knowing Rafe, there was a good chance he’d come back while you were still filming, which could make for an interesting and probably hilarious outtake.

“Alright, now that the serum is on, I’m going to follow up with my moisturizer,” you continued, reaching for the jar. “This is super important, especially after applying a serum. It locks in all that goodness and keeps your skin hydrated.”

You scooped out a small amount of the moisturizer and began applying it in gentle upward strokes. “I like to use something lightweight during the day, so it doesn’t feel too heavy under makeup.”

You were just finishing up with the moisturizer when you heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized Rafe must be back. You kept filming, wondering if he’d notice you were in the middle of something.

Just as you were about to reach for your eye cream, you heard his voice from the hallway. “Babe? I’m back! You won’t believe the traffic out there—”

He appeared in the doorway, stopping short when he saw the camera. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then a slow grin spread across his face.

“Am I interrupting something?” Rafe asked, clearly amused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning to face him. “Just a little. I’m filming my Vogue beauty routine.”

Rafe’s grin widened as he walked over, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, so this is the famous ‘Secret Beauty’ routine? I’ve been dying to know what goes into it.”

“Really?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “You already know most of it. You’ve borrowed half these products at some point.”

He chuckled, moving closer to inspect the array of products on the vanity. “I might have. You’ve got good taste, what can I say?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Well, since you’re here, do you want to help me with the rest of it? The viewers might enjoy a little guest appearance.”

Rafe looked at the camera, then back at you, feigning a thoughtful expression. “Hmm, I don’t know. Do I have to do anything?”

“Not really,” you said, reaching for your eye cream. “Just look pretty and maybe pass me a couple of things.”

He laughed at that, pulling up a chair next to you. “Alright, I think I can manage that.”

You grinned at the camera, happy to have Rafe by your side. “So, where were we? Oh, right-eye cream. This is essential, especially on days when I haven’t had enough sleep. Just a tiny bit under each eye to help with puffiness and dark circles.”

You dabbed the cream under your eyes as you explained. Rafe watched with interest, occasionally glancing at the camera as if to check if he was doing it right.

“And now,” you said, setting the eye cream down, “we’re moving on to the makeup. I like to keep it light and natural, especially when I’m just hanging out at home.”

Rafe reached for the foundation, holding it up like a game show host presenting a prize. “This is the one, right?”

You laughed, taking it from him. “Yep, that’s the one. It’s really lightweight and gives just enough coverage without feeling heavy.”

As you applied the foundation, Rafe watched, leaning in occasionally to make funny faces at the camera behind your back, which you noticed only through the camera’s reflection. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing.

“Okay, now for some concealer,” you said, reaching for the small tube. “This just goes on any spots that need a little extra coverage.”

Rafe nodded sagely, as if he were learning some deep, important secret. “You know, I’ve got a spot right here,” he said, pointing to a non-existent blemish on his cheek.

You playfully pushed him away. “Very funny.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to learn,” he protested with a grin.

“Sure you are,” you said, blending in the concealer. “Alright, now for a bit of bronzer to warm up the face.”

Rafe picked up the bronzer and handed it to you with a flourish. “Your bronzer, madam.”

You accepted it with a mock curtsey. “Thank you, kind sir.”

As you dusted the bronzer along your cheekbones and forehead, Rafe looked on, clearly entertained. You could tell he was enjoying himself, which made you even more relaxed and playful.

“Next, some blush for a bit of color,” you said, swirling the brush in the blush compact. “Just a little on the apples of the cheeks.”

Rafe tilted his head, studying your technique. “Looks good. You missed a spot, though.”

You paused, mid-swipe, giving him a look. “Really?”

He leaned in, brushing his thumb lightly across your cheek. “Right… here.”

His touch was soft, and you felt your breath hitch slightly, caught off guard by the sudden tenderness. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, leaving you a little flustered, but in a good way.

“Thanks,” you managed, giving him a playful shove. “Now, let’s finish up with some mascara and a bit of lip balm.”

Rafe picked up the mascara, twirling it between his fingers before handing it to you. “Be careful with this one. It’s dangerous.”

You laughed, carefully applying the mascara to your lashes. “I’ll try not to poke my eye out.”

Once your makeup was finished, you reached for your lip balm, applying a quick swipe across your lips. “And that’s it! My secret beauty routine are simple, natural, and easy enough that even Rafe could do it.”

Rafe, who had been leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, feigned mock offense. “Hey, I might just take that as a challenge. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, really? I’d love to see that.”

He smirked, leaning closer to the camera as if sharing a secret. “Maybe we should film a ‘Rafe Cameron Beauty Routine’ next. Show everyone how I maintain this rugged charm.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, shaking your head. “I’m sure your fans would love that. You know, maybe we should actually do it. Could be fun.”

Rafe’s eyes lit up at the thought, clearly entertained by the idea. “You’re on. But you have to be my assistant. I can’t possibly do it alone.”

You grinned, nudging him playfully. “Deal. But only if you promise not to turn it into a comedy routine.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “No promises, but I’ll try to keep it professional.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment, your laughter fading into comfortable silence as you sat together, Rafe’s arm warm around you. The camera was still recording, capturing the easy affection between you, something that came naturally, whether the cameras were on or not.

Finally, you turned back to the camera, giving the viewers a warm smile. “Well, I think that’s a wrap for today. Thanks so much for joining me on this little behind-the-scenes look at my beauty routine. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

Rafe chimed in, his tone playful. “And remember, if you want a real beauty routine, stay tuned for the Rafe Cameron edition.”

You laughed, playfully shoving him again before waving at the camera. “Thanks for watching, everyone! See you next time!”

With that, you reached over and hit the stop button, ending the recording. The red light on the camera blinked off, signaling the end of the shoot. You leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a bit of relief that it had all gone smoothly, well, almost.

Rafe stood up, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied grin. “Not bad, Mrs. Cameron. You’re a natural in front of the camera.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a warm flush at the way he called you by your married name. “Well, I’ve had a bit of practice. But I think you might have stolen the show.”

He chuckled, reaching down to pull you up from your chair. “Hey, I’m just here to support my wife. And maybe sneak in a little screen time.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, letting him pull you into a hug. “You know, you actually made it a lot more fun. I’m glad you interrupted.”

Rafe’s smile softened as he looked down at you, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. “Yeah? I’m glad too. It’s nice to be part of these little moments with you.”

You rested your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

For a few moments, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside your home feeling miles away. It was in these quiet moments that you were reminded of just how lucky you were to have found someone who understood you so completely, who made every moment, whether big or small does feel special.

Rafe finally broke the silence, his voice soft and teasing. “So, how about we celebrate our first Vogue feature with some takeout and a movie? Maybe we can critique my on-camera skills.”

You laughed, pulling back to look up at him. “That sounds perfect. But I think you might just be a natural.”

He grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Only because I have the best partner.”

With that, the two of you started to clean up the vanity, chatting and joking as you put away the beauty products. The light in the room was starting to fade as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

As you worked together, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. This was your life now, a life full of love, laughter, and the kind of everyday moments that made everything else worthwhile. And as long as you had Rafe by your side, you knew that every day would be an adventure, filled with more joy than you ever thought possible.

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[rafesaddiction]

It's still not cheating when he's your enemy – Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Part 2)

see here for part 1 and here for part 2.5

Summary: You just want to make a living, but Rafe Cameron keeps showing up and disturbing you while you're working. He's so damn annoying – and hot.

Concept: enemies, Who did this to you?

Warnings: mdni! – smut, rough sex, p in v, cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), aggression, violence, manhandling, choking, cursing, name calling (reader is called a whore), mentions of assault (not by rafe), mean!rafe, also dark!rafe and protective!rafe

Word count: 4.7k

tagging those who asked for a part 2 @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @niyahwhoreworld @luvagirlsworld @elizzzzz143 @ghostlycrystobalove @fabienne6656 @noodle81937 @sadexact @marauderssmut @daydreamerblues I hope you'll enjoy this.

“I knew that ass looked familiar!”

You frowned as you heard that dark voice behind you, but you didn't turn around. You pretended not to have heard anything and went on scrubbing the wall with the sponge. You were kinda good at that – not at the scrubbing, but at ignoring catcalls. You had suffered like a lot in the last 30 minutes or so alone. At least half of the dozen cars that had passed behind you on the street had honked at you while you had been trying to clean some graffiti off the supposedly historical wall of this supposedly historical building. They wouldn't let you use any hard chemicals (not that you could've afforded them) to get rid off the paint because they would destroy the precious stone, or whatever. So cleaning the wall took ages. Sadly you were not paid by the hour, but by results alone. The graffiti was actually some insulting – and very true – statement about kooks. You thought that the handwriting looked somewhat familiar. And you almost suspected your boyfriend’s best friend to be the unknown author. You could almost hear him say that he did this on purpose just to create jobs, which was absolutely stupid, and therefore could've been true.

“Hey!” that voice again, and you rolled your eyes, unseen by the one addressing you. You still didn’t turn around to the car that was driving by slowly. And now it seemed to have stopped. You heard a car door open, but you ignored that too as you bent down to soak the sponge in the bucket of water, which was almost black by now from the paint and the dirt from the wall.

It was still early morning, not too hot, but cleaning this damn wall was hard work, and a light film of sweat had gathered on your forehead. You wiped it away with the back of your hand, before stretching your arms high above your head to start scrubbing again. The foamy water ran along your bare arms. You were wearing a cropped top and jeans shorts. You should’ve worn gloves to protect the skin on your hands from the cleanser, you thought, when you heard that voice again. So close, it made you freeze and your breath hitched.

“Did no one ever tell you it’s impolite not to answer when spoken to?”

A shiver you tried to ignore ran down your spine as you felt his presence so very close behind you. You couldn't help but close your eyes for a moment, when you smelled his scent; his dark, expensive cologne filling your lungs, your senses, and as if your body remembered, light goosebumps covered your skin – and you felt that throbbing between your legs.

“Or do you think I'm just a daydream?”

The arrogant tone in his voice drove you mad. You opened your eyes, your jaw clenched, but you continued staring at the wall.

Whereas before you had only felt his presence, you could now feel his touch. He was standing directly behind you, his chest brushing against your back as he leaned closer, his face next to yours, his lips moved close to your ear, while one of his hands found the exposed skin on your stomach. His long fingers slowly travelled under your top, shoving it up.

“I promise I'm real,” he whispered into your ear.

You shuddered, his hand cupping the underside of your breast, and you hated how your body reacted, how your traitorous nipples perked up, how your stupid legs got wobbly. You involuntarily let out a moan as his lips found your skin, touching that very sensitive spot under your ear.

You couldn't have this, not here on a public street in broad daylight, and not with him, not with Rafe fucking Cameron.

You spun around, saw a smug grin on his ridiculously handsome face and shoved the wet sponge right into his arrogant face – and you again wished that you'd have been able to afford more aggressive chemicals.

“What the fuck!” He exclaimed, moved a step back, rubbing his face, blinking, and looking at you both angry and in confusion, his mouth slightly open, his head tilted to the side, as if he expected you to explain your behavior to him when his behavior had been anything than appropriate or normal!

You looked at him with a little triumphant grin on your lips. But your small victory didn't last long.

His hand shot to your throat, gripping it so hard, your back was forcefully pushed against the wall, making you wince. Your hands wrapped around his arm, trying to fight him off, already struggling to breathe. And on top of that, his sudden proximity overwhelmed all your senses as his body was caging you in, making you feel his power over you. The look on Rafe's face was menacing; his brows furrowed, his eyes darkened, he seemed ready to kill.

Rafe moved so close that you felt his breath on your face, brushing against your skin. You could do nothing but gaze at him as you struggled to get out of his grip, in vain.

But suddenly Rafe's tense features changed. His eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed and he tilted your head to the side, inspecting your face, to be precise inspecting the left side of your face. And you knew what he was looking at.

“Who did this to you?”

He was looking at the bruise on your left cheek. Not just cheek, the black and blue mark covered almost half your face, from your eye to your jaw.

Rafe let go off your throat, placing both his palms on either side of your head on the wall. He was in fact caging you in now.

“No one,” you snapped, scowling at him. You tried to cover the bruise with your hair, but Rafe didn't allow it. He grabbed your wrist, held it, made you flinch at his strength. He would probably leave his own mark there.

“Bullshit,” he growled. “Tell me. Who did this? Your boyfriend?”

You detected something strange in his voice, but you couldn't quite place it, it sounded almost like he was being cautious, which was ridiculous. Rafe Cameron was never cautious or hesitant with his words. And despite that somewhat strange tone in his voice, it was commanding and he seemed to believe that he was entitled to get an explanation from you.

“No!” You frowned at him and managed to pull your hand free, so you could use both your hands to shove him away – or try to. He didn't move an inch while your hands lay on his broad chest. You could feel the hard muscles underneath his shirt. You could feel his rapid heartbeat. His chest rising and falling as he stared at you intensely.

“Like you would care anyway…” Your voice soft and unsteady.

You expected him to say something disregarding like that he didn't give a fuck and that would end this conversation – this tense situation. But he didn't. Rafe looked at you with a stern expression and when he spoke, there wasn't even a hint of mockery in his voice.

“Who did this to you?” He asked again.

There was something so earnest in his tone that you just looked at him, stunned, for a second. You felt your heart beat so violently, it felt like he must have heard it too.

You bit your lips and averted your gaze.

But Rafe wouldn't let you. His fingers under your chin, guided your face, made you look at him. And he gazed at you. His blue eyes so dark, so intense, they were penetrating you. And you shuddered.

“My landlord,” you answered his question, unable to resist his demanding tone any longer.

Rafe didn't say anything, but looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

You felt a lump in your throat and your voice sounded weak when you spoke more.

“I couldn't pay the rent and he ‘suggested' another form of payment. But I –” The fresh memory made your voice trail off and you felt tears gathering in your eyes.

“Did you?” His voice was low.

“No!” You glared at him, some of that familiar anger returning and making your voice stronger. “I'm not a whore!”

Rafe's words from the other night were still clear in your mind and fueled your rage anew. You tensed up and suddenly realized that your hands were clawing at his shirt. You kept them there and you looked Rafe straight into the eyes when you continued, “I told him to shove it and kicked him in the balls.”

Was that a hint of a smirk on Rafe's lips?

“But when I tried to get away, he gripped my hair, yanked me about and smacked my face against the doorframe. I wriggled out of his grip and ran. End of story.”

You gave Rafe's chest a shove and this time he moved a little back. So you ducked under his arm and walked off.

But you didn't get far.

His hand caught your wrist. He spun you around and you slumped against his chest, gasping in surprise before his lips covered yours.

You reacted without thinking. Your mouth opened, your lips moved against his. It was pure impulse, so strong you couldn't resist. You felt his strong hand grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you, kissed you deeply.

Waves and waves of intense electric tension were rushing through your body. For a moment you felt like you could let your guard down and just melt into his touch, melt against his body.

But you couldn't let that happen. This was never going to happen. The harshness of reality woke you up.

You pulled back and smacked his cheek with your hand, so hard, so loud, your palm burned.

Rafe looked at you, his lips parted – so dangerously close to yours…

“I could give you the money –”

His features were so soft, and the way he looked at you, it made your chest tighten and you felt your tears returning.

“Fuck you! I told you I’m no whore! I'm no one's whore! Not his and certainly not YOURS!” You screamed those words right at his face.

And Rafe just stood there. He did not attempt to grab you again, to pull you close, to kiss you, to hold you...

He just stood there and looked at you. Then his mouth closed and he nodded and his lips moved again, but you couldn't hear what he was saying, as if he was talking to himself. And then he just turned around and walked away, got into his jeep and drove off.

And you exhaled, and all tension fell from your body. You were shivering and no longer held those tears back. You cried out and a passing driver looked at you in confusion and you yelled after him to fuck off and kicked at the water bucket – and regretted it a second later. You would have to get fresh water and then start working again. You had wasted more than enough time already. Because of Rafe fucking Cameron.

***

A few days later.

“What you doing here?”

Fuck, was he everywhere? You looked up from your phone and saw Rafe Cameron on his dirt bike, just having taken off his helmet, smoothing down his hair with his free hand – and grinning at you.

You glared at him and focused on your phone again, leaning with your back against the shop window. You tried your best to ignore him, hoping that he would for once get the hint.

It had been only three days since your last encounter; the bruise was still showing on your face, the cheap make up you had wasn't enough to cover it completely, but you had arranged your hair in a way that hid most of it – at least you hoped it did.

“Waiting for clients?” Rafe’s voice sounded closer. Obviously he hadn’t taken the hint.

You didn't look up, but you could see and feel his shadow on you. He had gotten off his bike and walked over to you.

“Fuck off, asshole. I have no time for your bullshit.”

You looked up from your phone to glare at him.

He stood directly in front of you, had stopped about two feet away. It annoyed you how much your body already reacted to his presence. Your skin buzzing without his hands even touching it.

Rafe's hand moved to his head, combing through his hair.

“What are you doing here?” You hoped you sounded as annoyed as you were.

“Buying a new 8-iron.”

You knitted your eyebrows.

“So what are you doing here? All dressed up – like that,” Rafe asked, pointing at your outfit.

You had to admit it was an unusual look for you. You were wearing a white blouse, all buttoned up, and a black pencil skirt reaching to your knees, the fabric stiff and making your thighs itch. It wasn't yours. You had to borrow that skirt from your neighbor.

~~~

When you walked over to your neighbor's door that morning, you looked around nervously, making sure not to accidentally run into your landlord. You wouldn't want to repeat that kind of encounter, especially not today when you had a job interview for a position at a stationery shop on main street. One of those fancy-ass shops where kook parents bought school supplies for their spoiled offspring. With school starting in a few weeks, they had a new position to fill. Though it was just temporary, it was good money, and maybe even a chance for something permanent.

“Try this on, I think it might fit.” Your neighbor held out a black skirt from her closet, handing it to you.

You were standing in her small bedroom, trying not to step on the stuff scattered on the floor. You pulled down your shorts and put on the skirt and frowned at the image of the young woman in the mirror. You did not like it at all, but the skirt looked like something someone working at a kook stationery shop would wear, so it would do.

You thanked your neighbor and were about to leave when you remembered that it had been days since you had last seen your landlord, which was unusual, since he was always lurking around, sitting by the empty pool, shouting at kids or harassing his female tenants. Your neighbor always knew the latest gossip, so you just asked her about his whereabouts.

“Haven't you heard?”

“Heard what?” You frowned at her in confusion.

“He got run over by a car three days ago.”

“Oh,” you said. “Is he alive?” You knew it was bad to wish someone ill, but part of you couldn't help hoping for the worst.

“Barely. He's in intensive care. Can't move a single bone in his body. His jaw is completely crushed.”

“By the car?”

“No. After he'd been hit, the driver got out of the car and beat him up. With a golf club.”

You raised your eyebrows. “With a golf club?”

She nodded.

“And did they, did the police catch whoever…?”

She shook her head. “Strange thing. No one saw anything. Though it happened in broad daylight. On the street right in front of our compound.”

“Huh,” you said.

“Yep,” she shrugged, folding clothes and putting them back into her closet. “And he can't remember anything, he says. Well, he can hardly speak with that fractured jaw. Only liquid diet for him for the next couple of weeks and I guess he won't be around that soon.”

~~~

“I have a job interview, if you must know.”

You put your phone away and pressed your now empty palms against the cool glass behind you.

“A job interview?” Rafe cocked his head.

“Yeah. You know, some people actually do have to get jobs and work for a living.”

You expected him to snap or at least frown at you, but he just grinned.

“So you're nervous?”

You glared at him. “What do you want?”

He chuckled and lifted his hands in a defensive way. “What? Can't I just make friendly conversation?”

The frown on your forehead deepened, your muscles tensing so much, it hurt your damn bruise.

“We are no friends.”

“True,” he shrugged, but he still didn't leave. He just stood there and looked at you. You wondered if he didn't have to be somewhere, but didn't bother to ask, because obviously, the answer would be ‘No'.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned your head in another direction.

Your foot was tapping on the ground, because, yes, you were fucking nervous. This was important and Rafe Cameron standing there and staring at you like that made you nervous in another kind of way. But you couldn't have that now. Or ever.

“I could help you relax, you know.”

Your head spun around to face him, and he looked like he actually meant it.

You glared at him, but fuck, your traitorous body reacted in an instant. Your skin was buzzing, you felt a restlessness that had nothing to do with being nervous about the interview.

“When's the interview?”

You checked the time on your phone. “Twenty minutes.”

“Ah, not nearly enough time,” he said with that cocky grin.

Why the hell could you practically feel his voice crawling under your skin when he was just standing there?

You pressed your legs together, and feeling the rough fabric of that damn skirt on your skin made you even more itchy.

And Rafe just stood there and he looked so fucking handsome, almost sweet with his baby-blue polo shirt, those fucking curtain bangs and that smile. His hand casually touched his lips, effectively drawing your attention to both his lips and those fingers – god, those fingers…

You growled – at least you hoped it sounded like a growl.

“Fuck it.” You exhaled. “Where's your car?”

“I'm afraid the jeep is at the auto shop. I had… an accident.”

Your eyebrows moved up. Did he just grin?

“But I know a place...”

Rafe moved his head, pointing with his chin in the direction before he started walking, and he just grabbed your wrist to pull you along. You mouthed a complaint, but followed him into an alley behind the storefront.

“I’m not gonna let you eat me out between dumpsters.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, but did not say anything. He tugged you along to a door which he somehow managed to open.

He held it open for you to walk inside, which you did, while eyeing him.

“How do you know about this?”

Yet instead of answering, Rafe grabbed your neck and hip and his hungry lips found yours. And this time you didn't push him away. Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you reacted to the kiss. The moment his lips touched yours, something so hot, so feverish was ignited, and you had no intention to stop it. Your eyes closed and you heard the door fall shut and some clicking sound that must have been a light switch, but you had no intention of checking. Your body and his were so closely entangled, and you just let him move you in the direction he shoved you, practically clinging to each other.

With your eyes closed, you had shut out any rational thinking. All you wanted was feel. Him. Your own hands eagerly slipped under his shirt – under that damn baby-blue shirt that suited him so well. You couldn't wait to get it off of him.

Rafe seemed to be reading your mind – or just your body – he obliged, broke the kiss to take off his shirt.

And you gazed at his perfectly sculptured torso, those abs made you literally lick your lips.

You were slightly panting, when you quickly took in your surroundings. You were in some dusty storage room that didn't seem to be used – except for Rafe's fuckdates probably. The thought should appall you, but fact was, you were so hot for this guy, you were aching for his touch. And the way he looked at you told you, he was as hungry as you were, maybe even more – blue eyes so intensely gazing at you, you felt naked when still fully clothed. That throbbing between your legs was getting unbearable and you knew that your panties must be soaking wet by now. Just from that damn kiss. That damn hot kiss.

You saw him lick his lips and your breath hitched.

“So are you gonna get on your knees now?” You tried to make your voice sound firm when you felt your body trembling with anticipation.

Rafe chuckled and shook his head.

Stunned for a moment, you just gaped at him, but the next moment he grabbed you and turned you around, and you managed just in time to brace yourself with your hands before colliding with the wall. You let out a gasp.

You craned your head back, as you heard him unzip his pants.

“Fuck, you promised to go down on me!”

“Never said that. I said I'd make you relax.” You could only hear his dark voice, but you were sure he was smirking.

You felt the hot touch of his fingertips on your thigh, felt his hand moving under your skirt, moving between your legs that just parted on their own. You shivered, mewled, and your eyes rolled back into your head. Such a light touch shouldn't affect you that much. You frowned at yourself and reached back to slap at his arm, a rather half-hearted attempt to stop him.

“Oh, you don’t want my cock inside you? I can just leave…” The arrogant tone in his voice made you growl. And the touch of his fingertip grazing over the fabric of your panties – your soaking wet panties – made you moan.

This guy made you so incredibly mad – and needy.

You scoffed and mumbled a curse.

You gripped the hem of your skirt and shoved it up over your waist, pulled down your panties, and they dropped to the floor. You faced the wall, pushing your naked ass out, arching your back and spreading your legs.

“Fuck me. And make me cum”, you commanded – hoping he wouldn't realize how much you were aching for his cock to fill you.

You heard him exhale and shuffle behind you. His large hand on your hip, you felt his length brushing along your slit, pulsing.

“And make it quick,” you said, already panting.

“That I can't promise.”

You were about to talk back, when Rafe's grip got firmer and his hard cock pushed into you, taking all your breath away.

And that was everything you felt from that moment on; your whole being was literally centered around Rafe Cameron’s cock buried deep inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around him, but he pushed harder, thrust into you with his whole length. You heard him inhale sharply and he remained still for a moment. Then his cock slowly retreated, before thrusting even harder into you.

You found your breath again, panting, moaning, whimpering as he fucked you.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, one hand grabbing your throat, causing you to tense up more, and feeling another rush flooding your senses. He growled close to your ear. Your back arching, moving at his will. You were burning up and shivering at the same time. His other hand pressed against your lower stomach as he continued fucking you from behind, causing you to flinch. His fingertip rubbed your clit – damn, it shouldn’t be so easy for him to find exactly the right spot right away and to give you what your body craved for.

His touch was rough and ruthless, nothing tender about the way he fucked you and pushed you quickly close to the edge. You couldn't even try to hold it back. Your orgasm hit you hard and you moaned shamelessly as he was fucking you through your high. Your body not feeling like your own anymore but something Rafe was in charge off. And he was in absolute control over your sensations, your body, your desires. You were still riding on that high, legs shaking, when you felt another climax building up inside you.

You lost all sense of time or place or anything. You didn't just feel his cock inside you, his hands on your body, his breath on your skin. You felt him everywhere. Every cell of your body was filled with him, his power, his greedy nature. And you'd never felt so much like yourself.

He made you cry out and whine, moan and whimper pathetically as he fucked you relentlessly, turning you into something he used to satisfy his seemingly insatiable appetite.

When you thought you couldn't take anymore, when your body was nothing but a trembling mess at his mercy, he grabbed you harder, fucked you deeper, and hotly groaned into your ear.

You screamed his name, so loud, your lungs burned.

Your body convulsing as you felt his hot cum spilling into you.

His hand turned your face sideways and he whispered something into your ear, but you didn't get the words, only felt his hot breath, only felt his hard cock pushing again into you, up to the hilt.

You had no chance of stopping all those pathetic sounds coming from you, as your body was convulsing around his.

He held you, for a while. You were panting heavily, as you felt his heartbeat at your back.

Your whimpering sounds stopped and your breathing was eventually calming down.

When he pulled out, you almost collapsed to the floor, as your legs seemed unable to carry your own weight. He caught you. Rafe slowly turned you around and held you.

You looked at him, his face flushed, his lips parted as he seemed out of breath too. There was something in his eyes, something so soft. Something that was ripping at your chest.

He slowly moved closer. And the tightness in your chest was unbearable. You pushed him away.

He stepped back and bent down to pick up your panties, handing them to you.

You watched him through narrowed eyes as you put them on. You winced when you felt his warm cum dripping out of you. You glared at him as he grinned.

“Don't you ever use a condom?”

He grinned more and shrugged. “Consider it a lucky charm. For your interview.”

You froze as reality hit you hard.

“Fuck.”

Hastily you smoothed down your crumpled clothes and checked your phone. You were late for the interview. And looked like a fucking mess. Your hair in disarray, your face glowing, sweat covering your body. You looked like you had just been fucked into oblivion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You looked at the camera and tried to at least wipe away the smudged mascara from your cheeks.

You looked up and saw Rafe, who was just standing there, shirtless, his heaving chest covered in a light film of sweat. He looked at you with that look.

“I hate you.” You scowled at him.

And he just shrugged. “I don't care as long as I get to fuck that fine pussy of yours.”

A surge of hot rage was about to make you jump at him, scratch his blue eyes out, kick his balls, hit his handsome face – but you just let out an exasperated growl, and pushed him out of the way as you left the storage room as fast as you could – thanks to Rafe Cameron that wasn't too fast, as your legs were shaking and you were goddamn sore from being fucked so thoroughly.

a/n This got kinda long and has a lot of plot. Sorry. Reader and Rafe somehow wouldn’t shut up. I appreciate all your feedback and thank you for reading!

[shitsndgiggs]

could you do a fluff with kenan yildiz like his night routine with his s/o! please and ty!

NIGHTTIME BLISS - KENAN YILDIZ

The nighttime routine of a professional footballer

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The sun had just set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. Kenan and I had just finished dinner, and now it was time to unwind and enjoy our evening routine. It was one of my favorite parts of the day – a time to relax after a busy day.

"Ready for our night routine?" I asked, smiling at Kenan as I gathered the skincare products from our bathroom cabinet.

Kenan grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ready as I'll ever be," he said, following me into the bathroom.

"You know, I never thought I'd get into skincare until I met you."

I laughed, playfully nudging him. "Well, it's important to take care of your skin, and besides, it's our little bonding time."

Kenan leaned against the sink, watching as I set out the various creams, serums, and masks. "So, what's on the agenda tonight, skincare guru?"

"First, we cleanse," I said, handing him a gentle cleanser. "This helps get rid of all the dirt and oils from the day."

Kenan took the bottle, squeezing some of the cleanser into his hands before rubbing it onto his face. "Like this?" he asked, looking a bit unsure.

"Perfect," I said, joining him at the sink. "Now we rinse."

We both leaned over the sink, splashing water on our faces and rinsing off the cleanser.

Kenan turned to me, his face dripping wet, and grinned. "I feel so refreshed already."

I giggled, handing him a towel. "Good, because we’re just getting started."

After drying our faces, I grabbed a toner and a cotton pad, gently swiping it across Kenan’s face.

"This helps to balance your skin’s pH and tighten pores," I explained.

Kenan closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle touch. "You know so much about this stuff," he murmured. "I’m lucky to have you."

I felt a warm blush rise to my cheeks. "And I’m lucky to have you," I said softly. "Now, for the fun part – serum."

I squeezed a few drops of serum into my palms, warming it up before patting it onto Kenan’s skin.

"This helps to hydrate and brighten your skin," I said, watching as he closed his eyes and relaxed under my touch.

"This feels nice," Kenan said, his voice almost a whisper. "I could get used to this every night."

I smiled, finishing up with the serum and moving on to the moisturizer. "Good, because you’re not getting out of it," I teased, applying the moisturizer in gentle, circular motions.

Kenan chuckled, opening his eyes to look at me. "Not that I’d want to," he said, his eyes filled with affection. "I love this time we spend together."

"Me too," I admitted, feeling a surge of love for him. "Now, the last step – eye cream."

I dabbed a small amount of eye cream onto my ring finger, gently patting it under Kenan’s eyes. "This helps to reduce puffiness and dark circles," I said, smiling as he sighed in contentment.

"You really know how to pamper a guy," Kenan said, his eyes sparkling.

"Only the best for you," I replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

After finishing our skincare routine, we headed to the bedroom, slipping into our comfy pajamas.

Kenan pulled back the covers, patting the spot next to him. "Come here," he said, his voice warm and inviting.

I crawled into bed beside him, snuggling up against his chest. "This is my favorite part of the day," I admitted, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Mine too," Kenan said, wrapping his arms around me. "I love ending the day with you in my arms."

We lay there in comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s presence.

Then, Kenan broke the silence with a chuckle. "So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?"

I smiled, tracing small circles on his chest. "Well, I thought we could start with breakfast in bed, and then maybe a walk in the park if the weather’s nice”

Kenan nodded, his eyes closing as he relaxed. "That sounds perfect," he said softly. "As long as I’m with you, it’ll be perfect."

I felt a warm glow in my chest at his words. "I love you, Kenan," I whispered, kissing his chest.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight," I whispered back, closing my eyes and letting the warmth of his embrace lull me to sleep.

[fairylightsinthemist]

Percy Jackson X Aphrodite!fem!reader? Maybe some cute scenario like.. skincare nights, shopping together, reader doing skincare/makeup on Percy? I’m not sure.. whatever you think is best!!💞🐥

Well yes! Thanks for the request, anon. 🩵

Night In with Percy

Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite! Reader

When Camp season was off, you always went back home to your Dad. Your house was awesome, and it usually was pretty safe from monsters. You lived in upstate New York so it was pretty rural and quiet. A perfect place for a Demigod.

Percy was able to spend the night one night, and you were super excited. You planned everything out. You ordered pizza, had lots of movies and games set up, and you were ready to show Percy some things that were routine to children of Aphrodite.

You heard a knock on your door. You fixed your hair and patted down your shirt, and opened the door to see Percy’s handsome face. His arms instantly wrapped around your waste and he kissed your cheek as you hugged. “I’m so happy you’re here!” You gushed, moving back to look into his eyes. “Me, too. I’ve never had a sleepover before. And it’s with my girlfriend? I keep winning.” Percy said as he walked in, wiping his shoes on the carpet.

“Hey, Percy. Y/n has told me a lot about you. It’s great to finally see you!” Your dad said from the kitchen as he poured soda into some cups and set our plates. The pizza got to your house about five minutes before Percy came. “It’s good to meet you, Mr. L/n” Percy said, sort of nervous. You side-eyed him and laughed, and took his bag from him. Dropping it on a chair, you led Percy over to the pizza. It looked so good, and you and Percy got super full.

After pizza, you wanted to watch a movie. So, you let Percy pick the movie since it was his first spend the night party, and you two cuddled on the couch. He laid his head on your lap, and you played with his curls as you watched, Percy loving the feeling of his hands on you. You looked down at his face and thought of how lucky you were. He felt the same way about you, too.

Once the movie had finished it was about 8 pm, so you thought it would be the perfect time to spring a fun idea on Percy. “So, you know how my mom is Aphrodite and we are all about beauty and that includes makeup…” You started, pacing around your room. Percy looked at you and smiled. “Y/n, what are you fixing to get me into?” He laughed. You showed him your makeup collection, and he gasped. “Makeovers?” Percy asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Please, please! I need to practice.” You pouted, looking at Percy. He couldn’t say no to you, you having the power of persuasion and all. “Okay, okay. But make it a blue theme.” Percy said as he sat.

Percy didn’t like the feeling of the wet beauty blender, nor the feeling of the tweezers, and he couldn’t stay still for the eyeliner. But besides that, he actually looked really good. “Are you sure you don’t want this as a normal look? You look fabulous.” You said in all honesty. You gave him a blue eye look, a nice cut crease, and dark red lips to top it off. Percy kept looking at his face in the mirror and cocking his eyebrow. You rolled your eyes and snapped a few selfies, and Percy kept admiring himself.

“Now, we have to wash the makeup off.” You said, and Percy frowned. “But it looks really good, Y/n.” Percy argued jokingly. You laughed and led him to the bathroom. “I’m gonna show you my skincare routine.” You said, all your products lined up. “First, I’ll give you some cleansing balm…” you said, and began rubbing it all over his face. Percy scrunched his face and made a ‘pluey’ sound, and you let him look at all the makeup smeared on his face. You guys couldn’t stop laughing. He rinsed it off, then you let him use your cleanser, toner, and moisturizer. His skin was practically glowing. “I look freaking awesome.” Percy said, touching his face. You looked like a proud mom. “I knew you’d like it.” You boasted.

Once you guys had showered and changed into your pajamas, you climbed into bed together. “This is our first time being in the same bed.” Percy said, kind of awkwardly. He smiled at you. “If you kick me, it’s over, Jackson.” You joked. He frowned and looked very offended. “I wouldn’t do such a thing! And if you snore, it’s over, L/n.” Percy shot back, trying to hide his smile. You both shoved each other lightly and laughed.

You yawned, a sudden wave of tiredness washing over you. “Y/n….” Percy started quietly. “Yeah, Perce?” You asked. “I really had fun tonight. I never really got to experience this stuff as a kid, the sleepovers and all that stuff. I’m glad you’re showing me what normal looks like.” Percy said, looking serious. Your insides felt warm, and you smiled. “Of course. We have to do this more. Thank you for showing me what an amazing boyfriend looks like.” You said back, kissing him.

Percy kissed back with a sweetness, his thumb stroking your cheek as he held your face. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, and that drove you crazy. After a while, you broke apart. You settled into his chest, your leg thrown over his side. He held you in his arms, and you both shut your eyes, sleep carrying you away into bliss.

[pygmi-cygni]

Skincare - Blue Jones

(I can't keep using gifs on my fics because I end up just staring at them for hours)

mentions of acne, allusions to assault but is not explicit and nothing happens, reader is female. fluff? hurt/comfort? idk the weird softness that Blue exudes while also being an oily bastard?

It felt good to wash away the layers of makeup and grease and other men. As a young girl, before coming to Blue's, you'd struggled with oily skin. Throughout your months at the club, you'd snitched and pilfered sample-size creams from the studio bags.

They were the only personal possessions you had.

You grabbed your secret stash and tiptoed out of the room, dashing into the bathroom and quietly locking the door. You couldn't turn the lights on, but you could flick on a lighter. It was Sweet Pea's; green and shimmery. A cheap thing but it would do.

Spine tingling with anxiety, you turned on the tap just enough to let a trickle of water out, but not enough to make a sound. As soon as the cool water touched your flushed cheeks, you sighed.

It felt fucking great.

Quickly you washed off the first layer, stripped your lashes and scrubbed the glitter and rhinestones from your cheeks. The foundation and eyeshadow was set like plaster, and you squeezed a small dollop of cleanser into your palm.

It was soothing. A calm routine done in the quiet solitude of your dressing room. You never had time alone, even in bed. Seven girls to a room didn't allow for private time.

Curfew had passed quite a while ago. Usually you didn't go out late, but Tiffany took so fucking long taking out her bobby pins that you had no choice.

The pleasant smell of vanilla softened the tension in your shoulders. The anxiety of breaking the rules was fading.

Creak.

The comb in your hands dropped into the sink, making you shriek. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you muffled a sob.

"Don't stop on my account."

The roar of blood in your ears was deafening. Panic flared through every nerve ending, filling your veins with fire and your heart galloping.

You should have waited. You should have been patient and waited till midnight when he went to bed and now you were thoroughly Fucked with a capital F.

A tiny whimper left your lips, face still frozen in terror. A snicker came out of the dark.

Where was he? How had you not noticed a grown man in the bathroom?

Blue was slouched against the wall, shirt unbuttoned and tie hung haphazardly around his neck. He'd clearly been there a while. Why hadn't he said anything?

Your reflection was statuesque. Amused, Blue pushed himself to his feet and rolled his shoulders. The lazy smirk that made oily contempt ooze down your back was shadowed in the flickering light. His beady eyes roved over you, a frown twisting his lips.

"I thought I told you to continue," he said, eyebrow peaked in a challenge.

You fought through waves of fear to slowly pick up the comb and swallow, still making eye contact in the mirror. No gun was in his holster, and he didn't carry knives. Still, he was a man who could hurt you. Best to do what he says.

The soft shff shff of your hair was the only sound over your thudding heart. The tiny vial of oil shook in your grasp as you dabbed it on your scalp.

"What's that?"

His soft but firm voice broke the tense silence again. Words stuck in your throat. This was wrong this was so bad oh my god-

"O-oil," you stammered, voice bare above a whisper. "It helps my hair grow."

Blue made no acknowledgement of your voice, still enraptured with your movements. Assuming the coast was clear, you brought the brush back to your locks and continued the long, methodical strokes.

In an instant, his hand was at your wrist. You eeped and flinched away. The trap had snapped shut over you, and you didn't have any sharp objects in sight. your nightgown was too short and you didn't have a knife and his hands were large and strong and there was nobody to hear you and and and

"Let me do it," he murmured, kohl-lined eyes glittering with something dangerous. You had no choice but to loosen your grip on the brush, hands sweating profusely. He dropped your wrist and you hugged it to your chest, folding in half as a last measure of protection.

"Stop flinching," he huffed, "I'm not gonna hurt you. It'd be fuckin stupid, seeing as I'd lose the money."

The reassurance meant nothing, as you'd seen him kiss a girl on the mouth before cracking his palm across her cheek. It felt like being a lamb lead to slaughter.

He paused, brush held over your scalp. He'd been watching your entire process, but he wasn't sure where to start.

"Start in the middle," you whispered, shakily gesturing to your hair. "Go d-downwards."

Blue tentatively placed his hand over your head and dragged the brush downwards. You held back a twitch when he tugged at a knot. don't move don't move fuck fuck don't move

His pinky ring was cold against your cheek as he held your chin in place. The brush ran through the same spot again and again, making your shiver. Blue paused again, observing you. He ran his hand down the length of your waves, feeling the smoothness.

"That's good," you said, daring to meet his eyes. He tossed you an impatient glance and continued petting.

"I know how to brush your goddamn hair." The familiar biting tone was back, and your ears burned. Blue's brow was set in concentration, slowly making his way around your head. He was, truthfully, pretty good at it. Not that it was hard, but you were relieved he hadn't tried to rip off your scalp.

His other hand kept softly stroking your hair, running the ends through his fingers.

"Soft," he grunted, almost to himself. "Why's it not like this while you're working?"

"The hairspray makes it sticky."

He inclined his chin. The brush had stopped, and both hands were buried in your hair. The oil had softened it considerably, and he was utterly absorbed in the silkiness.

It felt...nice. His hands, usually mid-slap, were gentle and soothing. You'd stopped questioning why he was being kind or why he was even in the room.

Sweet Pea's lighter was running out of fluid. Your eyes were heavy and you needed to go to bed.

"Why...why were you in here?" you asked around a yawn. Sleepiness had removed any reserved fear and loosened your tongue.

"If you need to know," he said airily, "I needed my cock sucked and there were a few girls in here already. Took a while getting up, not like it's your business."

That snapped you back to reality and you lurched away, heartbeat going from zero to sixty. Blue tsked.

"I told you to stop fuckin' moving, I'm not done yet." His hands were traveling over your face and neck. The cleansers had left your cheeks dewy and shining. He spent a notable amount of time tracing the pink pocks around your chin.

"What's this?"

You didn't want to look at him. "Acne," you mumbled. "It's not bad though, you can't see it onstage," you rushed to add, trying to cover up the crime. Any imperfections onstage were unacceptable.

He looked at you shrewdly. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Hm." He stroked your cheek, eyes lidded. You noticed he still had his makeup up; the shimmery liner caked on his waterline.

"Blue," you whispered, "do...do you want to take your makeup off?"

He froze and stared at you. Your eyes were wide, timid. Had you overstepped? He was fine a second ago-

"I...I don't know how," he responded stiffly. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I can show you."

At your urging, he took a seat on the counter, brow twitching as he tried to get comfortable. You pulled up a rickety chair and stood on it. "I need to wipe off the thick stuff first," you warned, gently taking his chin in your hand.

Blue was like a puppy as soon as your fingertips brushed his skin. You wondered if he'd ever been touched outside of sex. He craved it - shifting towards you until his thighs brushed yours. Blue leaned into your palm, eyes closed and lips slack. You turned his head left and right and he didn't move, almost melting forward spinelessly. As an experiment, you rubbed your thumb over his cheek.

He sighed, eyes glazing over. A flush had covered his cheeks, rosy like a little boy's.

His brown eyes were hazy. Long, dark lashes fanned on his cheek, and for a moment, he looked like a normal man. Skin clear, brow smooth. Not so scary.

You quietly explained the process, rubbing an oil into his pores before massaging a foamy substance around his nose and mouth. He liked that part, mustache twitching at the ticklish sensation.

It was weird to be in control. Here was the product of your nightmares, preening into your touch like a kitten. You drew it out, admiring his soft gaze and slight smile. His skin was soft but stubbly where he needed to shave.

"All done," you whispered, lowering yourself from the chair.

Blue sat, quietly, unaware you'd moved. You watched him amusedly, blinking sleepily at the dark room.

Until his eyes fluttered awake and he frowned. uh oh.

"More," he snapped, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cheek. Surprised, you tripped, and he dragged you onto his lap. His faint musk mixed with the light florals of your products and you inhaled deeply. He smelled nice.

You resumed stroking his face, bringing another hand up to pet his hair. Pleased, Blue settled again. He was like a cat, you realized fondly. A big, fussy cat.

A warm, calm silence blanketed you both. The lighter had gone out and the room was engulfed in darkness. Blue tensed - was he scared of the dark? - and you hummed into his shoulder. The soft vibration soothed him. His skin was warm and soft. You slowly removed your hands from his hair and murmured reassurances when he huffed in dissent. Your hands found his and pulled the rings off of his fingers.

Blue grunted, retracting from your grip.

'It's okay, I won't take them," you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. After a moment, he relented, and you massaged his empty hands. His palms were calloused and gritty from work. Your smaller ones traced the veins on the back of his hand.

Your cheek was pressed against his sternum, and a weight dropped on your shoulder. His head, you assumed, finally overcome with exhaustion. You were, essentially, trapped, tucked in his lap with your back to the door and his legs folded around you. It was...not the most comfortable, but you prevailed.

Your fingers laced with his and you pressed your nose into his shirt, inhaling deeply. It was nice to be held. Without the expectation of something else, or the assumption that it was all for cash. Just...existing, in a quiet little room where nothing but the beat of your hearts could be heard.

i honestly don't know what this was i just woke up with the Need to write it.

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Bleach Headcanons: Skincare

Who’s the skincare expert and who uses just soap and water?

Jushiro Ukitake:

He doesn’t believe in flashy skincare, thinking it needs to be convenient, gentle and affordable. Think of brands like Cerave, Cetaphil, and La Roche Posay. He’ll probably have a trusted cleanser he’s been using for years (centuries?), a reliable serum, maybe retinoid based (gotta use something anti-aging at this stage) and a good, hydrating moisturizer (illness makes his skin dry and he hates looking that way). 

Byakuya Kuchiki:

Can and will only buy the best of the best. A skincare snob. Even if there’s an amazing drugstore brand, he refuses to use it. SK II, Tatcha, and La Mer are all you’ll find in his bathroom cabinet. Of course he follows the 7 step Korean skincare routine. Cleanse twice, toner, essence, serum, moisturizer eye cream. Adds a sunscreen if he plans on going out. He will not compromise his routine for anything, so be prepared to wait for him as he goes through this process everyday, twice.

Renji Abarai:

He’ll pretend like he doesn’t do any skincare but he has his little stash of items he uses for self-indulgence. He enjoys wearing face masks (thanks to Rukia), which he applies after using a cleanser that’s trending, like from Tula or Drunk Elephant. The man somehow has balanced skin so he’ll use an everyday moisturizer like the Clinique Moisture Surge. 

Kensei Muguruma:

He uses his body wash as face wash, and whatever body moisturizer he has on hand he uses on his face too. What’s the point after all? It’s skin. As long as it’s clean and not cracking, there isn’t a problem. 

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

He creates his own skincare but it’s kind of questionable. He claims his skin can tolerate quite a lot, so his skincare always has heavy amounts of acids in it; glycolic acid, salicylic acid, ascorbic acid. Top this off with a heavy dosage retinol. Does it work? We may never know from all the makeup he uses on his face. At least he removes all of it before sleeping (?). 

Kisuke Urahara:

He also makes his own concoctions, but in a much less dramatic way than Mayuri. Grows his own ingredients, like oranges for vitamin C, mint for salicylic acid, and carrots for retinol. Think of his products like a  clean, organic skincare line that he wouldn’t sell to anyone unless he’s happy with it himself. He rarely buys commercially available products but the one thing he will spend his money on is sheet masks, they’re convenient and he honestly finds them tedious to make on his own.

Shinji Hirako:

He may not show it, but this man is very self conscious about his appearance. He has a mix of both popular and indie skin care brands. Think Belif, Youth to the People and Drunk Elephant. He probably regularly cleanses and uses a moisturizer, maybe something with vitamin C in it, since he can’t have people seeing the dark circles under his eyes.

Ichigo Kurosaki:

Essence? Toner? Serums? Isn’t a cleanser just soap? Give him some bar soap and a CeraVe moisturizer. He doesn’t have time to figure this shit out. There’s people that need to be saved and stuff. 

Rose Otoribashi:

Yes, he knows the difference between a toner and an essence. He also thinks essences are a gimmick. Give him a balancing cleanser for his oily skin, and a toner with some salicylic acid in it to further help the oil. Add a vitamin C serum and a lightweight moisturizer and he’s ready to rock. 

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[luna-the-moth]

Styling Deuce's hair has awaken something in me :)

Just hear me out...Deuce tries so hard to remember + take part in your self care stuff. He has a whole note section on his phone dedicated to what kind of face cleanser you use, the type of face cream you are picky about, what eye mask branch you like, any makeup you like, nail care oils, etc. He doesn't quite understand feminine care, but he tries hard for you! Also asks his mother about the different types of face toner, cleanser, serum, jade roller, etc. Oddly, but genuinely, finds face masks relaxing. Boy studies a lot, he needs it!

YESSSSS deuce is sooo boyfriend coded and him being invested in your self care routine is the cherry on top <33

SFW, GN! reader but mildly spicy at the end for my fellow period-havers lol

he has photos of all of your cosmetics and whatnot in a folder on his phone in case you ever ask him to pick up refills from the store <3 tbh the first time u take him into the beauty section/a beauty store he's in awe at the variety but also gagged at the prices LMAOO. he did Not know that snail secretion was a thing that can be good for ur skin but he does now ! definitely will be like a lost puppy at first but he's got the spirit! if he notices a product similar to one you use that's at a better value he'll bring it to you and ask your thoughts on it <3

but also if u have sensitive skin he's so sweet about it , , , sending you magicam reels about new products for sensitive skin that might suit you , , , sending you photos of fragrance-free lotions and moisturizers if you mention you want to branch out and try new ones , , , making sure you don't run out of the lotion you rely on , , ,

also i hc he has skin with minimal acne but it's a bit Dry and he has a bad habit of scratching at it here and there using more hydrating products will be a huge help!! also he does enjoy a skincare regimen a Lot once you've introduced it to him bc he enjoys feeling his best and it wakes him up nicely in the morning!

self care nights Will be a thing once u bring them up . generally i hc deuce prefers the milder, cleaner scents for his skin (cucumber, honey, etc) and avoids things like heavy florals/heavier scents in general (orange, rose, etc) simply bc they overwhelm him a bit and his skin's a tad sensitive :( but he does enjoy face masks like you mentioned- they make him feel refreshed and pampered <33

and if you want to do your nails he likes to watch you paint your nails <3 deuce isn't a gossipy bitch but he LIVESSS for spilling tea over painted nails and drinks , , , will ask you to do clear coats on his nails or solid dark blue on his nails but if you want to experiment who is he to say no , , , he can't deny his partner if they want to treat him and put so much care into him , , (just no acrylics or extensions pls they feel so heavy and they Will break by accident within 24 hours) , , , also gets sooo lovesick if you ever wear dark blue on your nails because they remind you of him , ,, hes such a sentimental loverboy i love him .

if you're someone who has periods he has a period tracker on his phone 100%. puts in little reminders on his calendar to get your favorite snacks/charge up the heating blanket the day before it start , , , he would get you a heated waterbottle too if you asked and it'd have little chicks on it too , , , also eats you out like a man starved on ur period if ur into that . he didn't think about it before but now...

thank you for sending in this ask i did Not realize how much self care/cosmetics mean to me in terms of love aksdihf. PLEASE feel free to send asks if you would like to hear my thoughts on the other boys/more detail on deuce re: self care <3

[bchan95]

Peace (Bang Chan x Y/N)

A little angsty, based on Taylor Swift's Peace as requested here

You twirled the straw in your drink as you watched the clock. It was nearing 11 p.m. and you still hadn’t heard from him. You checked your phone. No notifications.

It wasn’t anything new. Chris had always taken his time in the studio. He was a perfectionist at heart and he’d stay in that broken-down gaming chair until the early hours of the morning. Only coming home to wash his face, kiss your cheek and fall asleep.

You knew better than to wait up for him. You knew that creating this large meal, splurging on the good champagne and then sitting at the dining room table that night for him. But here you are, in your best dress, with a watered-down drink and a dejected spirit.

You knew you couldn’t blame him. You knew what you signed up for when you said yes to being his girlfriend. You knew that it would take time and energy out of your life waiting for him to come home. As every good musician's girlfriend does. But it doesn’t make it hurt less when things fall through. When he doesn’t call. When you go to bed alone.

You blew out the candle to your left, downed the rest of your drink and walked away from the table, picking up dishes as you go. You rinse your empty plate in the sink, wrapping his in tinfoil and setting it in the fridge. Walking upstairs, you’re met with the slow, soft music that you’d been playing on a playlist for hours, with the hopes of delighting in the soft jazz sounds with the love of your life later in the evening.

You lower the volume and walk over to the bathroom. Wiping a wet cloth across your face, you look at the reflection staring at you in the mirror. What a pitiful excuse for a smile, you thought, as the corners of your mouth forced themselves upward. Makeup gone, you scrub the skin with your cleanser and rinse it clean in the sink. As you lean down to wash the water across your face, you feel hands slowly wrap around your waist.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

You sigh quietly, instructing him to grab you a towel. He does, and you quickly dry your face before turning to face him. You look at the dark circles under his eyes, dragging your fingers across the creases as you stare at his hollow expression. He looked exhausted, and your heart immediately sent a pinch to your chest.

“Chan…”

He interrupts you, “I know I messed up. Again. I always do.” His hands shift to your waist again, keeping his eyes on you.

“It’s okay,” the only words you can get out before your voice catches, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

Chan immediately pulls you closer, his hand reaching up and holding your head. He rubbed soft circles with his thumb on your scalp as he felt you start to shake. he bit his lip and let you cry. Your tears dampen his shirt as he hushes you softly.

Finally, you come back up to meet his eyes. Yours now dry and red, you’re sure you look like a mess. But as you gaze into him, you see the same familiar haze looking back at you. It’s enough to produce tears for you once again, but you hold back the emotion from spilling out again.

“Will it ever get easier?” You say, hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt as he kisses your head.

“What do you mean baby?”

Your lip quivers as you think over your response. Your hand stops its movements, and you slowly meet his gaze again.

“Missing you… missing us.” You lifted your head up to stop tears from forming again. “I- I’m just having a hard time with you not coming home... not showing up."

You look back down at him and he nods, pulling you closer to him. He presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Baby…” he sighs, kissing your neck softly. “I don’t know if it will get easier… but I’ll give you all I can now.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he continues to kiss down your shoulder before meeting your eyes again. His eyes sprint across your face, trying to read your emotions but it drops below him as you look at your feet. He watches as you chew your bottom lip, your hands nervously touching his sides. He brings a hand to your chin, lifting your gaze.

“I promise to give you the world once I make it.”

You sigh. Knowing this speech all too well at this point. It’s the talk they always have when his intense schedules, his late-night travels, and his early morning writing sessions interfere with your life. You know that he means it, as much as he can right now. He’s shown you how much he loves you when he can. But it just can’t be all the time.

“I know…” You try to look away from him again, but his hand holds sturdy.

“Y/N, I mean it.” He searches your eyes for worry, but he can’t seem to find any clarification in the dark pools of brown. “I want to give you that ring you deserve. I want to give you that big wedding of your dreams. I want to create a home filled with beautiful babies with you.”

Your eyes go wide, a soft gasp leaving your mouth. “Babies?”

He nods, gaze shifting for a moment before returning. You can see the water fighting the urge to release itself behind his eyes.

He had never mentioned kids before. He had never mentioned a wedding. You let yourself indulge in this fantasy for a moment. Him dressed in black, you in a big ballgown of white... kissing at the altar after saying “I do.” You want that with him. You do.

But the nights alone, the uncertainty that comes with his tone when he gets home from an extremely rough day. The letdowns. The missteps. You wonder if the promise of those somedays can fix the now. Can fix the way your heart drops as you sit alone, watching him on TV, living out his dream without you.

Would it be enough to know that this will go away someday? That he promises it will all be worth it. To have a big home, with a garden and a dog and kids. Years of bliss after this hard work.

You sigh again, hands moving upward toward his shirt collar. You muster a soft smile on your face as you straighten the seams and brush the stray hairs that had fallen into the creases. You finally look back up at him again. He’s smiling down at you. You can tell that his cheer doesn’t meet his eyes either. But you won’t tell him you notice.

“Chan you always promise…” you start, wrapping your hands around his neck. “But I don’t know how long I can hold this promise. I miss you too much.”

His smile drops “Y/N, I don’t know what else I can do. I can just promise you that it will be different,” his arms circle your waistline, pulling you in to place a kiss on your forehead again.

“It won’t be perfect right now, but it’s what I have.”

You pull back from him and tilt your head up. You let your eyes travel to his lips and back up to his eyes, inviting him in. He takes note and leans down to press a kiss to your lips once again.

You can’t get yourself to pull away from him, letting his lips slot themselves between yours, kisses building in strength as he leads you over to the bed. As he hovers above you, you lean up to grab onto the small locket he holds around his neck. You open it to view the picture of you two inside. You close it again and tug him forward by the chain.

You may not know if this is enough. Your mind may change in time. But all you know is that you need his chaos, his presence, his absence in your life. And that would be enough, for now.

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🎀 Taking care of your skin doesn’t have to be complicated! With the right products and a consistent routine, you can achieve that radiant glow and fresh feeling every day. Remember, everyone’s skin is unique, so don’t hesitate to experiment and find what works best for you !!

cleanser • ˈklen-zər

A good cleanser can help remove dirt, oil, and makeup. It prepares your skin for all the goodness to come and helps the skin from getting clogged !

how to use it?

- am+pm : Use a cleanser twice a day.

- directions : Apply a dime-sized amount on damp skin, massaging in circular motions for 30 seconds. Rinse with lukewarm water.

exfoliator • /eksˈfoʊ.li.eɪ.t̬ɚ/

Exfoliation removes dead skin cells, revealing a brighter complexion and allowing your other products to penetrate better.

how to use it?

- 2-3 times a week: Don’t overdo it!! Apply after cleansing.

- gentle scrubbing: Use a pea-sized amount and gently rub in circular motions, then rinse off.

toner • ˈtō-nər

Toners help to balance your skin’s pH and provide an extra layer of hydration.

how to use it?

- after cleansing: Apply toner to a cotton pad and swipe across your face, or pat it in with your hands for a more hydrating approach.

serum • ˈsir-əm

Serums deliver concentrated active ingredients for specific concerns like hydration, dark spots, and fine lines.

how to use it?

- after toner: Apply a few drops and gently press into your skin.

moisturizer • ˈmɔɪs.tʃɚ.aɪ.zɚ

Moisturizers hydrate and seal in all the previous layers, keeping your skin plump and healthy.

how to use it?

- am+pm: Apply a dime-sized amount all over your face and neck.

sunscreen • ˈsən-ˌskrēn

Protecting your skin from UV damage is crucial to prevent premature aging and skin cancer.

how to use it?

- am only: Apply generously as the last step in your morning routine, and reapply every two hours if you're outdoors.

[differenteagletragedy]

Our Life headcannons

-- Cove has at least one child who is autistic and nonverbal. He becomes a master at communicating with this baby, and whenever they are able to use their words he absolutely loses his mind. The first time he hears an "I love you"? Crying, screaming, flat on the ground, bawling his eyes out. Let someone in public try to make any kind of remark if the kid has a meltdown. They will not survive.

-- Derek asked you to prom "as friends." He asked you what you were wearing so his tux could match you, and he got you a corsage too, "as friends." Did it seem kind of like a date? Of course it did, he'd had a crush on you for years. But he was very insistent on the "as friends" part and even if you had a crush on him too, it kind of made you think he couldn't ever see you that way at all.

-- Going to watch a movie with Baxter? Lol, no you're not. Boy runs his mouth trying to be cute and you can never follow the plot because he's sitting beside you with that little smirk, trying to make you laugh and look all adorable. If you really want to see something, leave him home or at least learn how to tune him out -- even if you do he'll keep going.

-- Cove doesn't like to drink but when he does he will not. Shut. Up. He's not like Movie Baxter, he just keeps saying whatever comes to mind, no filter. No real memory on how to properly structure sentences either. He just really needs you to know literally every single thought that pops into his head so please just listen to him, hey, are you listening?

-- Do you want a dog? You better if you end up with Derek, because y'all are getting a dog. It doesn't matter what kind it is, he'll be taking that dog on runs with him, he'll be doing research to get it the best kind of food and to figure out what kind of environment it thrives in. Did he just get another subscription box for the dog even though he already gets one? Yup. That's his dog.

-- Do you like makeup? Cool, Baxter likes you to put makeup on him too, thanks. Not to go out, that's not really his thing, but it's a nice relaxing activity to do at home. He gets you all close to him (once you get back together he's not gonna let you go lol), and he gets to feel pretty. Don't skimp on the mascara, he likes his lashes, and be sure to play up his best features. Maybe try a dark lipstick this time, he'd like to see how that looks. And when you're done having fun, you better get to thoroughly removing everything and then following up with his skincare routine.

-- Sorry, let's double up on Baxter while we're here -- do you have a skin routine too? Because that's a shared interest and he's gonna want to talk about it. What's your favorite cleanser? Do you want to do face masks together? There's this new moisturizer he's interested in that's stupid expensive but he still wants to try it, want to split it? You share a Sephora rewards account so you can get more points. Oops, you accidentally put on too much of your lip mask and your lips are all goofy -- just give him a kiss, he hasn't put his on yet. It's weird how much I could go on about this.

-- You can also put makeup on Cove, but maybe stick to powders so he can rinse it all off easy after. And you can do whatever to Derek, he doesn't care, he's just happy to be there.

-- Everybody makes a big deal about Baxter's dancing, but this is actually another case of Derek Erasure, because he can do stuff too. His dad taught him and his brothers how to properly dance with a partner, and he was too shy to do it if you took him to the Summer Soiree, but if you end up with him? He can hold his own for sure.

-- If Cove doesn't end up with you, he ends up with Xavier. That's it. That's how it goes.

-- Not one of the main boys, but if you and Cove have babies then Cliff absolutely thrives on his GILF status. He tells everyone that he's a grandfather, literally every single person, and he's def proud of Cove and loves his grandbaby to bits, but also, like, look at him. Crazy hot grandpa, right?