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I Found The Best Mielle Rosemary Mint Oil Alternative

I Found The Best Mielle Rosemary Mint Oil Alternative

The internet seems to be losing its mind over the Mielle rosemary mint oil that was suggested by some big names in the world of influencers and now it is sold out everywhere. So, I thought why not try to find a dupe of Mielle rosemary mint oil that I can suggest as a worthy alternative for Mielle rosemary mint oil. And guess what I did found it! So if you’re looking for a high-quality hair oil…

[johnscbd]

Why Do CBD Hair Products For Longer, Stronger, Healthier Hair?

CBD is everywhere in beauty products and it is one of the popular ingredients which is used in a wide category of products. Where it is one of the active ingredients where cannabis can be found in skin and hair formulas and it allegedly treats a variety of concerns. Where CBD hair products are fast growing and they have created a major buzz in the beauty industry. It has a wide range of products which has many benefits and help in growing longer, stronger and healthier hair.  

What Is CBD? 

Cbd is short for cannabidiol and it has major found in cannabis it helps to absorb naturally with the endocannabinoid system and it helps in many health benefits which have stress management, hormone regulation, immune function, and hair and scalp health. Where it is a natural ingredient in the body and it is quite effective in dealing with several ailments naturally it attracts and accepts them. It has many different products of hair where they shampoo, conditioner, oil, CBD pomade and others. 

Benefits Of CBD For Hair

CBD hair products have various benefits it good for hair because it has inflammation reduction and encourage a sense of well-being and calmness. Where it has many benefits which have been discussed below:

Helps Hair Grow: It is high in protein and it contains vitamins and minerals too. Where it has properties it helps stimulate the growth of many moisturised and nourish hair which makes the hair stronger and grow thicker and healthier which helps in saving hair loss, improving thinning hair and increasing health. 

Strengthens And Protect Hair: CBD pomade is made with protein where have experts are needed to recommend protein treatments for the hair. Where it has important amino acids and helps to strengthen and fortify your hair. It is full of fatty acids and provides moisture and seals the cuticle. 

Improves Scal Health: It contains high doses of calcium, magnesium, phosphorus, potassium, and vitamin E which help in a great scalp. Where it has natural anti-inflammatory ideal for the scalp condition. Where balances the natural production of CBD hair products. 

Keep Hair Moisturised: It helps in properly moisturising the hair where ha sheep oil where improve the follicles and the scalp help to create the perfect environment for growing hair and getting the look.  Preventing Breakage Of Hair: Using CBD pomade prevents breakage where hair loses moisture and becomes very and breaks more easily. Where it helps to maintain the natural texture of hair and prevents water loss and adds moisture to the hair and scalp. It is important in drier climates and tends to easily get moisture in the hair. 

[monstersandmaw]

Male kelpie (dad-bod, single father, biker) x plus size f. reader - Part One (sfw)

Background info post on the Full Moon Motorcycles group here Oats Appreciation post here

Featuring a plus-size, bisexual, not very confident reader, and a divorced, Scottish, single-dad, biker kelpie with a soft-dad bod and a heart as big as his bike’s engine (possibly bigger).

CW: there is a very brief moment where a character (not Oats!) insults the reader for her size and uses some fat-phobic language towards and about her, unaware that she can hear him. If you’re sensitive to that, it is brief, but you can skip from “…you caught the conversation drifting over from the other guys who’d arrived just ahead of you.” to the paragraph beginning, “After some deep breaths and a check in the mirror…”. Also, if you squint, there’s a passing moment that could possibly be interpreted as the reader having some potential issues with food, but it’s not intended to be a big deal and it’s only for about two sentences. Still putting it in here too, just in case. 

Wordcount: 7562

You pushed open the glass door of Full Moon Motorcycles and willed yourself not to feel self-conscious or out of place.

Having both an older brother and a mother who rode motorbikes had at least given you a fair bit of familiarity with bikes and the general ‘biker culture’, but it was mostly the fact that almost all the ‘biker girls’ you saw posing on social media were slim and toned, which you were decidedly not.

From the utterly foetid takes in the comments section of the one post your brother had shared on his page with you in it, you’d also got the impression that the biker community was not particularly kind to any woman with a waist over 25 inches. It probably wasn’t the case, but your one experience with it had been enough to make you very wary.

And yet, as you made your way towards the bike shop’s counter and the older man with floppy, greying hair and warm brown eyes looked up, you were greeted with an open, welcoming smile.

“Hi there,” he said, standing up with a grunt from the comfy chair where he’d been sitting in the corner near the shop’s antique cash register. “What can I do for you?”

You smiled shyly and glanced along the wooden countertop before returning your gaze to him. “I’m looking for a present for my brother, but I’m kind of on a budget…”

“Gotcha. We’ve got some silly key fobs there,” he said, indicating a rotating display rack at one end of the counter, with mottoes that ranged from funny to explicit, “But if they like working on their bike themselves, you can’t go wrong with some maintenance supplies… Not the most glamorous but I promise they’ll be grateful to you all the same.”

“Could always tie a festive ribbon round it,” you said, and he chuckled and nodded.

“That’s the spirit.”

You eyed the reasonable price of the fobs with some relief, and then followed his gesture towards the various bottles of chain degreaser and the like, and a few other useful tools and kits that were stacked on shelves on the back wall to the right of a door that presumably led into the back and store rooms.

The right hand side of the shop had the counter and some shiny, new bikes that had been parked in a row around the perimeter of the space, and the left hand side was more open with a bench or two against the brick walls, and some red, mechanics’ tool-chests tucked against the back wall. A number of leather two- and one-piece suits hung in racks at the furthest end though, with helmets on shelves and a few rows of t-shirts, jeans, gloves, and boots displayed too. There were oil stains in the centre of the polished concrete floor, and you suspected that tinkering took place there outside of the shop’s usual opening hours.

The whole vibe of Full Moon Motorcycles was friendly and cosy, with a slightly industrial, grungy note for some flavour.

In short, you loved it.

“There are also some fun helmet covers –” the older man chuckled, and added, “A number of the regulars here have them, and there are also some earplugs, or perhaps a tough phone case and mount? A chain care kit? There are some vinyl stickers too, and t-shirts, socks, neck warmers, balaclavas, mugs, helmet care kits, thermals…”

Laughing, you held up your hands for him to stop, and he started to chuckle too.

“I’ll let you browse in peace, sweetheart,” he said, his whisky brown eyes twinkling. Even his un-looked-for endearment came across as kindly instead of creepy, and not many men could pull that off. “You just holler if you have questions and I’ll be happy to –”

The door opened behind you and he broke off as his attention was snagged by the arrival of a heavy-set guy in dark jeans and a softly-worn, black leather jacket. He held a black helmet with a tinted visor in his large hands, and he looked more than a little wind-blown and rumpled.

Incongruous with his rather roguish-dishevelment, a lock of his long, thick, slightly grizzled, black hair was held back by a little hair-clip with a Barbie-pink, fabric bow. It didn’t fit with the dark scruff of stubble on his jaw or the piercing green-blue eyes at all, but he seemed completely unfazed by its presence.

“Oats!” the older man exclaimed with obvious joy, clapping his hands. “It’s been a while, my boy! How was the trip to Scotland? You make it round the NC500 this time?”

The ‘boy’ looked to be in his mid to late thirties…

“Ach, no’ a chance this time, Hank,” the man chuckled with a heavy, Scottish accent lacing his rich, rough baritone. Exactly where in Scotland he was from, you couldn’t tell, but it was lyrical and attractive all the same.

“Ah, next time, next time. And is Natalie well?

“Oh aye, my wee Loch Ness Monster is doing just fine. She’ll be terrorising her mother for the Christmas holidays. I came straight from the road though — clutch started playing up just south of Birmingham.” He grimaced, but even that looked charming somehow. “Sort of hoped you might find a minute to take a look at it for me if I left the Old Girl here. No rush though.”

“No problem, Oats. We’ll get her running properly again in no time. Bet you’re missing little Natalie already,” Hank added sympathetically.

“Ah, you have no idea,” the man, peculiarly-named ‘Oats’, sighed ruefully, shaking his head.

“See she left you with a parting gift though,” Hank snorted, pointing at the bow hair clip.

With a slight frown to his dark eyebrows, Oats reached up and patted at his head until he found it, and then he laughed. It was a loud, delighted, full-bellied sound that reverberated through the space while it lasted, and he left the hair clip where it was with no trace of self-consciousness as he lowered his hand again. “Aye, that she did. Surprised it survived the journey down with my lid on and everything. Oh –” His unusually pale green eyes landed on you, watching him and lurking near the rows of t-shirts on the back wall, and he went still.

Those sea-grey eyes raked you up and down, clearly noting the way your black leggings clung to the curves of your thighs and hips, and the black hoodie, which maybe went some way to hiding the softness of your stomach a bit, and he swallowed visibly. He looked… hungry. That was not the usual reaction you had grown accustomed to from men, and you let the flare of heat lick up your insides for just a moment, daring to hope that maybe he did find you attractive.

“Sorry,” he said in your direction, with a soft, dusky smile. “Didnae mean t’interrupt.”

“It’s fine,” you managed to croak back at him before returning your attention, however reluctantly, to present options for your brother while the older man, Hank, hobbled out around the corner of the wooden counter to chat amicably with the man. You couldn’t hear what was said as the two chatted in lower voices, but it was evident that they were good friends. While they talked, however, you couldn’t help noticing that he stole occasional sidelong glances in your direction, and you felt your face warm pleasantly.

‘Oats’ was certainly an unusual nickname, but then again, almost everyone who rode with your brother also had their own nicknames for one reason or another. As you browsed, you wondered what Oats had done to earn that one. He certainly looked like a snack to you, but you vowed not to let your attraction to the stranger show. Awkward situations (or worse, silences) tended to arise when you let that happen.

He had a tanned, outdoorsy complexion, and longish, black hair that was tied back in a low ponytail that brushed below the collar of his black leather jacket. It looked like it had a tendency to flop into his face when not restrained by that out-of-place pink bow. He filled out the jacket very well, and clearly had a soft paunch, and his thighs looked frankly delectable in those thick, indigo jeans. You prayed you wouldn’t have to see him fully from the back if he turned around, to witness the way he filled out the seat of his jeans too.

Fuck. Concentrate.

Bike gifts for brother, not delicious-looking stranger you’re never going to see again.

“Well, I shouldnae hang about, I suppose.”

Oats’ voice cut through your musings in front of chain degreasers and you jumped a little. Glancing back over at him, you offered him a smile when he too turned to look at you one last time, and a slow, charming smile crept onto his handsome face.

“See you,” he said with a dip of his head. Before he strode from the shop though, he let his eyes roam once more down the length of you and he bit his lower lip, almost regretfully, then turned away abruptly.

Oh yes. He absolutely did fill out the ass of those jeans beautifully.

Quite honestly, you weren’t totally sure what you ended up getting your brother for his birthday. You took whatever it was to the counter in a daze, your mind replaying over and over the way he’d looked at you.

“Must say,” Hank said conspiratorially as he fished your change from the antique cash register and slid it across the polished, wooden counter towards you. “I’ve never seen Oats quite so taken with someone, miss.” He chuckled, his kind, whisky-brown eyes glinting. “You take care now.”

Swallowing, you nodded and left the shop, hoping perhaps to find Oats waiting for you outside on the street, leaning against his motorcycle, but life was not a movie, and wherever he was, he was not lingering in the hopes of seeing you. In fact, the street was completely deserted, so you crossed, clambered into your little hatchback, and drove home with the feeling that you’d let a pivotal moment in your life pass you by.

Your sour mood persisted like a raincloud for the whole week, but by the time you were driving over to your brother’s on Saturday for his birthday ride, you were trying to pull yourself out of it. You had your own helmet with you, secured in the back of the car, and beside it was (now wrapped) the present you’d got him. In fact, it was a chain care kit, and, although you hadn’t noticed at the time, Hank had thrown in a free keychain that said ‘In my defence, I was left unsupervised’ which was very on-brand for your brother. You had planned to go back and thank him for the freebie as soon as you could, but your brother’s birthday ride had been planned for that Saturday, and work had been hell that week, so you’d not had the chance.

Predictably, Alex wasn’t in the house when you rang the doorbell, so you followed the sound of metallic clinking and laughter, and went round the side to find him tinkering with his mad little Honda Grom in the garage, while his two best mates — Eggs and Sparky — were lounging around and either making unhelpful suggestions or lewd comments.

“Yo!” Sparky grinned when he saw you, sitting up straighter and almost falling off the mechanic’s tool chest he was leaning his weight against. At Sparky’s exclamation, your brother sat up and banged his head on the handlebars of the short little Grom with a curse.

“Hey,” you mumbled in Sparky’s general direction. “Happy birthday, Alex.”

Alex scrambled upright and came over to hug you, probably smearing grease and dirt all over your armoured jacket, but since it was black anyway, you didn’t mind too much. Alex was about as opposite to you as it was possible to get — straight up and down like a beanpole, and tall. You took after your mother, inheriting all her thick curves and soft edges. Soft heart too.

“Thought this might come in handy,” you mumbled when Alex released you and you held out the brown paper bag stamped with the logo of Full Moon Motorcycles.

His eyes lit up when he saw the logo, and he tore into it like a chipmunk after a peanut, grinning in delight when he’d dismembered it, and in particular he showed off the keychain to his mates. Eggs snatched it and tried to claim it for himself, but Alex was having none of it, and the three of them scrapped and goofed around while you sat down on an old, metal stool in the corner and waited for the other two of your small party to show up, with a cool, curdling kind of dread in the pit of your stomach when you heard one name in particular. Nooner.

Within an hour though, you were all out on the road.

You took the pillion seat behind Alex, and warded his mates off at red lights when they came for his killswitch to immobilise him. A while later though, Alex zoomed off down the open road that would take you all out of town and towards the somewhat famous biker cafe, ‘Elusive Neutral’, that sat nestled amongst the fragrant heather of the rolling hills surrounding the old market town.

The sky was a gorgeous, autumnal blue and the weather was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold, and as your brother’s Yamaha flew along the winding A-road that was every biker’s dream, you cracked a smile and gently tipped your head back. As much as it had scared you when you’d first ridden behind your mother all those years ago, you did love the feeling of being out on a bike. Not that you were actually brave enough to want to try and learn yourself though. Something always held you back, made you wary and unsure, and then you inevitably felt down about that too. God, you wished you had Alex’s wild confidence.

Nothing good ever seemed to last for you though, and when Alex’s R1 had purred into the car park behind Eggs and Sparky, and you’d hopped off to let him reverse more easily into a space, you caught the conversation drifting over from the other guys who’d arrived just ahead of you.

“…if he didn’t have his fat sister with him, we could have fucking ripped it up along those twisties.” That, of course, had come from Nooner, named for the fact that he rarely stuck to two wheels and always pulled wheelies, or ‘nones’, whenever he got the chance. Out of all of your brother’s friends, he was the one you liked the least, for… obvious reasons.

“Talk about killing the vibes, huh?” Eggs replied, trying to suck up to him, as ever. “More like ‘crushing’!”

The reason Eggs had earned his nickname was that he’d lost a bet and shaved his head when they’d all been about sixteen, and he’d looked like a boiled egg til it grew back. You wished you had the sass to remind him of that every time his spine seemed to crumble in favour of earning a half-hearted snicker out of Nooner.

When Alex joined you, he caught the crestfallen expression on your face and frowned, but you shook your head and walked away from them, heading for the cafe alone.

“Can’t wait to shove some cake in her fat gob already,” Nooner added as an aside to Eggs, and your vision blurred as tears welled along your lashes. Why did people have to be so cruel? To trample all over someone else just to feel a little taller themselves?

You vaguely heard what sounded like Sparky’s voice countering the comment, but you didn't stick around either way. If you mentioned it to your brother again, he’d just say it was banter with the guys and not to take it to heart. Easy for someone who's never been on the end of that kind of comment to shrug it off, after all.

You ducked straight for the toilets when you got inside the airy, modern cafe, not even bothering to look around or find a table first.

After some deep breaths and a check in the mirror to see that you hadn’t turned your eyeliner into a panda cosplay, you headed out again and made for the little bar that doubled as a counter for people who were there solo to sit and eat instead of taking up a whole table to themselves. None of your brother’s friends joined you, and when you glanced back over your shoulder, you saw that they’d settled themselves around a table in the far corner and already had a number for a server to bring their food order over. They hadn’t even waited for you.

“Fuck them,” you hissed through gritted teeth, taking a seat at the bar instead. The stools were made of old tractor seats, and they were surprisingly comfortable, and as you leaned your forearms on the countertop, the young woman behind the counter came over to you with a smile that made you feel a little better.

“Hey,” she said. “What can I get for you?”

You ordered a hot drink, and then took out your phone while you waited for her to make it for you.

For half an hour or so, you sat scrolling through social media and sipping your drink and telling yourself this was your brother’s day and not yours. He did come over a couple of times, but you declined to sit with his friends, and because he’d never had any real reason to doubt you before, he took you at your word when you told him you were happy enough where you were. “I don’t want to get in the way,” you said, and he believed you.

Patting you on the shoulder, he left you for the third time, and you looked down into the dregs of your drink with a heavy sigh. “This sucks.”

Outside, the sound of more bikes arriving made your ears perk up, and you wondered idly what they rode. Elusive Neutral had once been an old cattle barn, but it had been completely redone and the walls on two sides had been replaced with vast picture windows that showed the sweeping expanse of moorland beyond, and a small sliver of the car park at one end. Craning your neck, you saw a group of maybe five or six bikers draw up, some on hipster looking cafe racers and others on racy sports bikes. There was even a Ducati Panigale among them, and behind them followed an old, battered, blue pickup truck.

The door opened a little while later, and you glanced over, eyes drawn instinctively by the movement.

Above the general chatter and merry chinking of china in the room, the energy of the new group of bikers rose like a cloud of dizzy mayflies; buzzing and excited and full of joy. You watched them all with interest from your perch at the counter.

The first through the door was an absolute Amazon of a woman, with her long black hair restrained in a thick braid, and shoulders the width of a barn door. She was lean and tall, and in her biker gear she looked… incredible. Her face was strikingly handsome, but until she glanced down at the woman walking beside her, her features were hard and glowering and unspeakably stern. She held the door open for one of the others to follow her inside, but when she locked eyes again with the brunette by her side, her whole expression melted into unguarded adoration. Your gut twisted briefly with jealousy.

It wouldn’t matter to you who looked at you like that, if only someone would.

You looked away, and by the time you glanced back at the bikers, the whole group had filed in from outside. There was a guy with golden-brown skin and beautiful dark brown eyes who had his arm wrapped possessively around the waist of a pale, skinny guy in black jeans and a moth-eaten, black jumper, with his long hair tied back in a bun, and behind them came a strikingly attractive guy in a manual wheelchair, flanked by a very short biker with slightly anaemic looking skin. You wondered fleetingly if the guy in the wheelchair had ridden a motorbike there, and if so how, before you realised he was probably the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, with long, flowing red hair and dark green eyes, and the kind of mouth that was made for laughing, and for kissing.

Jesus, was it an unwritten rule of being a biker that you had to be unfairly attractive? Even Hank, who you recognised with a start of surprise coming in behind the guy with red hair, wasn’t unattractive, in a bulky, older man kind of way.

The guy walking with him though… he truly made your stomach swoop.

It was Oats.

You looked away before he could spot you, sitting alone at the bar like some pathetic creature waiting for cocktail hour to begin. It was lunchtime on a sunny, autumnal Saturday though, and there you were sitting alone because you didn’t fancy sitting with your brother’s loser mates.

God, the way Oats had looked in his tough-looking leather jacket, with his eyes crinkled mid-laugh at something the guy in the wheelchair had shot back at them over his shoulder… You bit your lip and stared into the bottom of your cold, empty mug like it would divine some kind of solution to your situation for you.

The new group didn’t seem to notice you while they filed up to the counter, jostling and joking, and when they drifted off to another corner of the cafe, you turned back to your phone, trying desperately to resist the almost overwhelming urge to keep turning over your shoulder to watch them.

Before too long however, you startled at a soft tap on your shoulder, and you looked around to find Oats himself stepping back to a polite distance and smiling down at you like he’d found a treasure in an unexpected place.

“Hey there,” he said in that rolling, Scottish accent that did unspeakably indecent things to your insides. “Sorry if I’m intruding, but you were at Full Moon last week, right?”

Mute for a moment, you nodded, and mustered up a slightly dazed smile for him.

“You… here alone?” he asked, eyeing the currently-empty seats to your left and right. In fact, someone had only just gathered up their belongings and left.

“Kind of?” you croaked, letting your eyes slide over to the table where your brother and his friends were hunched over one of their phones, snickering at something. “It’s��� It’s my brother’s birthday today. I… tagged along as pillion, but… you know… I’m kind of a spare part really.”

At that, Oats’ dark eyebrows knitted into a scowl and he looked across the room at them before returning his attention to you. Then, his unearthly, almost prismatic, silver-green eyes took in your empty cup and he grinned. “Can I get y’a top up?”

Your instinct was to refuse, but you bit your lip. This didn’t feel real. A cute, handsome, courteous guy was actually taking an interest in you.

“Sure. Thank you.” And the smile that spread itself across your face telegraphed your delight in a way that was impossible to disguise with any kind of suave grace.

Oats, however, seemed equally delighted, and nodded. The barista came back over and he leaned his weight on the counter to talk to her. He seemed to have that enviably easy manner with everybody, and he even charmed a free slice of cake out of her too with what felt like no effort at all.

“Chocolate? Or something else?” he asked you.

“Pardon?”

“Cake.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine,” you said, but he frowned.

“You sure? I’m gonna have a bit of their chocolate cake. It’s so good, it’s practically a sin.”

“I…” you faltered.

He didn’t pressure you though and shrugged easily, turning back to the barista. “Gimme two forks with that, love. Just in case.”

“No problem,” she beamed back while she bustled about, and Oats eyed the empty bar stool next to yours.

“May I?”

You swallowed your nerves and nodded. “Please.” And then, because apparently a demon of confidence had temporarily possessed you, you eyed his slightly helmet-flattened forelock and said, “No pink hair clips today?”

He guffawed loudly enough that your brother actually glanced over and frowned when he saw you talking with a stranger.

Oats snorted and shook his head. “No, not today. My daughter is still up in Scotland with her mother.” He fixed you with a more serious look and said, “She and I divorced, before you get the wrong idea about me flirting like this with a beautiful woman.”

The compliment caught you so off-guard that you just froze for a moment, but when the heat of a blush filled your face, you looked away and he chuckled.

“I’m not normally so forward, but I’ve been kicking myself for not talking to you when I first saw you in Full Moon. Hank was telling me just this morning what a muppet I’d made of myself for walking away like that.”

You looked behind you at the group of his friends and then turned back to him. “Won’t they think you’re being rude, ignoring them like this?”

He shook his head and smiled. “They’re probably all taking bets on how quickly you’ll shoot me down.”

“What? I’d have to be an idiot to do that.”

At that, his face split into a huge, handsome grin and he shook his head just a little. “Lucky me,” he said. “You ride?” he added, eyeing your jacket that was obviously a motorcycle jacket.

You shrugged. “Pillion. I’ve never ridden myself, but my brother lets me come out with him sometimes.”

Oats nodded, and then, as the barista set down his coffee, your top-up, and the plate of decadent chocolate cake with two forks, he said, “I’m Euan, by the way, but everyone calls me Oats.”

You introduced yourself, and then said, “Oats?”

He snorted and nodded. “Not the worst nickname, for sure.”

“Can I ask where it came from?”

Oats nodded and shunted the plate towards you first before leaning his elbow on the bar and watching you while he spoke. “I think it’s because I’m a dad, but I’m always prepared for most situations, and when it comes to my Natalie, she’s always hungry. I’ve usually got about a thousand granola bars stashed away about my person —” he said, cutting himself off to pat conspicuously at his jacket pockets. Pulling a slightly dog-eared crunchy bar from his breast pocket, he wielded it like a magic wand at you and said, “Case in point.”

“Hence, Oats,” you said, eyeing the healthy brand name on the packet.

“Exactly. Like I said, it could be worse. See the tall lass over there with the dangerous scowl?”

You didn't need to turn around to know which of his friends he was talking about, but you did anyway. “Yeah.”

“We call her Pixie.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not,” he chuckled, stowing the granola bar back into his pocket and taking a huge scoop of the chocolate cake with his own fork.

“What do you ride then?” you asked.

“Triumph Bonneville T120,” he said with almost exactly the same intonation and fondness as he’d just said ‘because I’m a dad’, and you couldn’t help smiling. “Can’t be doing with all these glitzy sports bikes and the like,” he added with a laugh, setting his fork down and blinking slowly. His lashes, you noticed, were thick and dark and enticingly long.

Laughing, you smiled. “Don’t say that too loudly — my brother rides an R1.”

“Nice,” Oats grinned back. “But nothing could entice me away from my girl.”

“I’m surprised you’re here, flirting with me then,” you said. Evidently that confidence demon was still lurking.

Again, Oats laughed, though it was more of a low whicker this time, and it rolled right through you and lit you up all over. God, how long had it been since someone had laughed like that for you?

“There are… exceptions,” he said in a rumbling murmur. “Tell me about yourself?” he asked, and you did.

You spent the next hour at least talking in an easy back and forth with him while he charmed a few more refills from the barista and a lot of answers out of you, before one of his friends sidled up shyly and waited for a lull in your conversation.

“Sorry to butt in,” the small, unbelievably beautiful woman said. She was the one who’d been on the receiving end of the adoring look from the Amazon, ‘Pixie’. She had chocolate-brown hair falling in thick ringlets around a gorgeous face, and, you were pleased to note, she had wide hips and a softness to her that a lot of the biker chicks you’d seen online didn’t have.

“Coco,” Oats beamed. “Meet my new friend.” He introduced you by name, and Coco smiled at you, holding out her hand.

When your palms connected, you felt a warmth rush through you and you felt like your heart skipped a beat. The feeling like you could tip forwards and drown in her endless, dark brown eyes almost unseated you, but she let go of you and stepped back with a pretty smile on her Cupid’s-bow lips. “Pleasure to meet you. Just wanted to tell Oats that we’re thinking of heading off soon. Ariel has a photoshoot he wants to get to in an hour or so, and Demon’s keen to get going as well.”

Oats nodded, and you tried not to let your stomach drop down to your boots at the thought of all this coming to such an abrupt end.

Coco turned her head sharply to look at you just as the feeling hit, and she smiled faintly. “You could always stay here though, Oats,” she added with a pretty smile. “We’re only going back to Full Moon, and Demon clearly has no intention of lingering there…” She shot a meaningful glance back at their table. Demon, the guy with dark hair and tanned skin, was seated with the guy he’d entered with now draped in his lap, his skinny legs dangling as he sprawled languidly back against the guy’s muscular chest. Demon whispered something into his ear before he clearly bit the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, which made him sit abruptly upright and flush a vibrant pink.

Oats laughed again and shook his head. “Fuck me,” he chuckled privately. “Never thought I’d see the day. You guys go on. I’m… I’m very much content here.”

“I can see that,” Coco smirked, and walked away.

When she was out of earshot, you turned to Oats with a hot flush of your own in your face and said, “Don’t stay if you don’t want to… I’m sure my brother will be leaving soon anyway…”

Just as you said that, and before Oats could reply, Alex reappeared at your side and jutted his chin in Oats’ direction. “You good?” he chirped at you.

“Fine,” you replied. “This is Oats. I met him at Full Moon Motorcycles when I was buying your birthday present.”

“Oh,” Alex replied, holding out his hand for Oats to shake. “Good to meet you, man. You tell her what to get for me? If you did, it was a good choice.”

“No,” Oats said carefully, his grey-green eyes sliding back to your face even while he shook your brother’s hand amicably. “No, whatever she got you, it was all her.”

“Oh, cool,” Alex said. “Listen, sis, we’re gonna hit the road in a while. Nooner and Eggs want to hit the twisties for a bit, but I can’t really do that with a backpack, so Sparky said he’d give you a ride home, if that’s ok.”

You swallowed. “Um…”

“I can give her a lift,” Oats replied after a swift glance in your direction. “She’s already got her own lid, and there’s room on the Bobber’s double seat for both of us.”

“I don’t know, man,” Alex said with a wary frown.

“Your choice,” Oats shrugged easily, looking at you and holding his hands up just a little.

For a fleeting moment, you weren’t sure, but the idea of wrapping your arms around Oats’ thick middle and sitting astride his gorgeous bike kind of decided it for you. Besides, it was a long time since you’d done anything truly just for yourself; simply because you wanted to. You nodded at your brother. “It’s fine. You go ahead.”

“You sure?”

Nodding to reassure him, you smiled again and Alex backed up a pace. “Cool. Text me later, ok?” he said as he retreated towards his friends, clearly trying to hide his excitement at not having a passenger for the great, twisting section of A-road they were heading for.

“Will do. Have fun, and don’t crash!” you called after him. “Or get a speeding ticket!”

He waved a hand over one shoulder without looking back, and you laughed and returned your attention to Oats. “Brothers.”

“Bikers,” he replied. “You try telling that to any of that lot though —” he gestured towards his own group of friends who were now filtering out of the door. “You ready to head out too or do you want to stay?”

You did want to stay, but the seat wasn’t that comfortable anymore, and you wanted to move around a bit. “No, I’m good to go,” you said and prepared to slide off the stool, but Oats stepped down first and held out his hand to you. You didn't need helping down, and his playful little smirk told you he knew as much, so you rode out the last of that demonic possession and let your fingers slide across his palm and he steadied you off the stool.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Pleasure.”

You picked up your helmet from where you’d stowed it on the floor at your feet and straightened to find him waving casually across the room to the good-looking guy with the ethereally pretty boyfriend. Before he stepped away from you and made towards the door though, you cleared your throat and said, “Oats?”

“Mn?” Looking down at you, his entire attention honed in on you, like you were the centre of the universe, and you swallowed back a sudden welling of emotion.

“Listen… Thank you… for… coming over to me today. Like I said, it’s my brother’s birthday, and he was here with his friends, and he only included me so I didn’t feel completely left out, but…” Accursed tears washed over your eyes for a moment but you blinked them away furiously and ploughed on regardless. “I’m really glad I came along today anyway,” you finished rather pathetically.

His full, beautiful lips curled into a gentle smile and he blinked softly and exhaled. When he spoke, his voice was low and his words private, as though you weren’t standing in a busy cafe surrounded by people and the cheerful clatter of coffee cups and laughter. “I’m really glad I did too. I wasn’t going to, you know? I was going to stay at home and edit a boatload of raw photographs for a client, but Demon convinced me to come out. I guess I owe him.”

“‘Demon’? For… For the speed?” you asked, wondering how he came by his nickname.

“For the horns,” Oats replied in deadpan humour. “Have a look if he’s still there when we go outside. You ready?”

You followed him out of the cafe with a nod, and just as you took a deep, indulgent breath of fresh, heathland air, Oats’ group of friends filed out past you on their bikes. The one named Demon was in the lead, and the nickname made immediate sense. Sitting astride a blood-red Panigale, with his boyfriend clinging on behind him like a limpet, the guy had pale, curving horns fixed to the crown of his helmet.

“Yeah, that tracks,” you said, and Oats waggled his dark eyebrows.

The Amazon had a Yamaha R1 like your brother’s, but hers had a pearl-white wrap that made it look almost spectral, and riding out in front of her was Coco on a yellow and black Honda Hornet.

The telltale red plait told you that the guy in the wheelchair was on a modified Kawasaki, with unusual struts at the back that looked like they would come down when he stopped to stabilise him instead of having to take his legs off the foot pegs, where they were currently Velcro-ed in place. Watching the whole group file out was Hank, standing beside a battered old pickup. In the bed of the truck, you could just see that the red-headed biker’s wheelchair secured in place.

Hank waved the last of them off, then glanced over at Oats. The older man lifted his nose just a little, as if he too was enjoying the fresh, moorland wind that whipped across the car park, and he nodded once at Oats, and then at you to your surprise, before clambering stiffly up into his pickup and closing the door. It shut with a raucous yelp of rusty hinges.

You stood there and watched Oats’ friends all file out, all waving at Oats as they passed, before they set off down the road in a roar of revving engines to leave a lonely looking Bonneville waiting patiently near the stone wall of the car park nearby.

“Yours, I presume?” you said, nodding at it.

“Yup.”

“She’s a beauty,” you mumbled, self-consciousness prickling at the sides of your neck for the silly comment.

Oats beamed though, his sea-foam eyes lighting up as the crinkles around his eyes and the slight dimples in his cheeks creased under the force of his obvious pleasure. “Thank you. She’s my pride and joy. You ready? Oh, wait, you should put your address into my phone before we get going,” he laughed.

You nodded, taking the offered phone from him. Your fingers brushed against his warm skin as you took it, and a tiny thrill passed through you that you did your best to quash. With your address plugged in and a route home waiting to be followed, you handed it back to him and looked up into his handsome, rugged face as he smiled.

“Cheers. Let’s go,” he said, and you trailed along beside him over to his bike, heartbeat thudding in your ears with your nerves.

He swung a leg over and turned the key, then pushed the bike upright and nudged the side-stand in with his left foot before flicking the switch and bringing the bike to life. She growled beautifully, the low, thundering rumble of her engine sounding far more visceral and primal than your brother’s sports bike did. Perhaps it was the design of the lower-slung Bonneville, with its visible parts that made you think of a Steampunk aesthetic, but you instantly preferred it. Plus, the double seat looked way more cushioned — and less precarious — than the one you’d perched on to get to the cafe that morning.

Oats got himself comfy while you slid your helmet on, then he looked over his shoulder at you and nodded, so you took that as your cue and got settled on the pillion seat behind him. The footpegs were already down. The pulsing purr of the machine beneath you was almost enough to distract you from the fact that you were entrusting your life to a relative stranger, whom you’d never seen ride before, and as you climbed on and rested your hands politely on his shoulders, you felt a shiver travel through your whole nervous system.

“Do whatever’s comfortable for you, obviously,” Oats said over the noise of his bike, “But if you want to hold my waist — if you can actually get your arms around my middle, that is,” he chuckled self-effacingly, “— feel free. Totally up to you.”

“Thanks,” you yelled back, and, because apparently that pesky demon of confidence was still kicking around, you hugged his torso.

It was wonderful.

Slowly snaking your arms around his middle, you felt your chest press against his back and you caught the way he inhaled slowly and tried not to wonder what it meant. It felt so good to hold him that you had to remind yourself it wasn’t a hug. It was to keep you in place while a gorgeous stranger drove you home on his equally gorgeous bike. With a final thumbs-up to check you were happy, to which you replied with a nod of your head and tried not to clack your helmet against his, he pulled away and your heart leapt for the sheer joy of it.

Where the R1 was built for sleek speed and bursts of power, the Bonneville was build to be enjoyed, and oh gosh, did you enjoy every curve.

And not just the curves in the road, either.

Oats was soft, but he was solid, and the urge to rest one hand on his thick thigh was almost overwhelming, until he took the corners at just the right pace to be exhilarating without you having to worry about your safety, and you clung on instead and laughed behind the safety of your visor.

It was all over way too soon, and as the Bonneville chugged into your road like a steam train and halted outside your poky, terraced house with its quaint little kitchen garden out the front in the postage-stamp of space between the pavement and the house, your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. Please don’t let this be it, you thought desperately.

You went through the motions of getting carefully off the bike without staggering or falling, and again, Oats held out his hand to help steady you. You gripped his fingers gratefully and when you gave an extra little squeeze to his hand at the end, you could have sworn he answered with one of his own and a throaty chuckle.

He dismounted too, which surprised you, and you wondered if you were going to have to ask him inside. As much as you wanted that in principle, you desperately didn’t want it to happen today because the house was a mess: laundry was still hanging up all over the place, and you’d cooked a curry the previous night and it was definitely still lingering in the air.

Oats took off his helmet but left his bike idling, which went a little way to reassuring you, and when you looked more closely at his expression, you thought you saw a hint of something familiar lingering in the corners of his eyes. Was he nervous?

Swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing behind the thick, 5 o’clock shadow that looked like it lingered pretty constantly no matter the time of day, Oats took a deep breath, held it, and then smiled at you. “Fuck,” he exhaled, and laughed. “I’m… very rusty at all this.” He held his helmet in both hands before him, toying with the strap.

“If I gave you my number, would you maybe like to meet up again?” you asked, taking pity on the man.

“Very much,” he said softly. “Like I said, Natalie is with her mum for the holidays, and apart from a wedding I’m covering next week, this is a pretty slow time of year for me. I’m free… mostly whenever.”

The reminder that he had a daughter with someone else did make you wonder what you were letting yourself in for. Children weren’t really something you had any expense of, since neither you nor your brother had shown any parental inclinations yet, and you weren’t particularly close to your cousins who had small kids.

“Ok, let me give you my number and we can figure something out.”

That done, he slid his phone back into his pocket and zipped it up, biting gently at his lower lip for a moment. “I know it’s bold,” he said, “But may I kiss you?”

Your heart skipped and soared. Breathless, you looked up at him and whispered, “Yes.”

His tiny, gentle, lopsided smile heralded the kiss’ approach, and he took your jaw delicately in one, leather-gloved hand as he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. They were soft but insistent against yours, and you answered with a little moan as your eyes fluttered shut.

He groaned, pulling you closer with a low growl so that you were pressed flush against him for a moment before he stepped back and exhaled roughly. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Thank you. I’ll… I’ll see you soon?”

You nodded, feeling like you were floating inches above the ground.

You watched him re-mount his bike and adjust himself a little once he was settled, then he revved it playfully for you, and rode away after a final look back at you. He flipped his visor down as he pulled away, and you watched the bike and its rider disappear down the road.

‘Soon’ couldn’t come soon enough… 

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Day 4 - 90 Day Challenge 🎀

I got a lot done yesterday, I'm actually super proud of myself! I didn't do every single goal I had but I did a lot of them and to me that still counts for something!

🏋‍♀️ Physical Health

walked to and from campus✅️

did not hit 8k steps❌️

did not stretch before bed❌️

took my morning meds✅️

did not take my night meds❌️

read 3 chapters of Fast like a girl ✅️

made the decision to begin Intermittent fasting again ✅️

🧠 Mental Health

read a chapter of Atomic Habits ✅️

guided Journal in the AM ✅️

guided Journal in the PM ✅️

listened to a podcast from the mindset mentor about productivity ✅️

❤️ Emotional Health

answered the journal prompt "What am I addicted to?" (stimulation and validation were the two things i immediately thought of) ✅️

wrote down a list of relevant affirmations ✅️

read a section of 101 Essays ✅️

did not read a chapter of attached ❌️

📚 Intellectual Health

completed writing assignment for psychology ✅️

complete nutrition chapters quiz ✅️

researched PCOS friendly foods and diet ✅️

Researched fasting and it's benefits (specifically for PCOS) ✅️

did not budget yet ❌️

attempted but did not complete any language lessons ❌️

🥳 Social Health

did not zoom call with boyfriend ❌️

did not text friend ❌️

🥰 Self Love/Care

AM + PM Skincare ✅️

oil + washed hair + used a hair mask ✅️

cleaned around my bedroom ✅️

washed towels + sheets + pillowcases ✅️

washed dirty clothes ✅️

washed comforter ✅️

cleaned my makeup brushes ✅️

Misc.

decided I wanted to try out crochet in winter break

looked into other artsy hobbies

As I said, I got a lot done yesterday. My boyfriend and I ended up getting a little upset with each other over something which brought my mood down a little bit but I still managed to have a good day and him and I were good by the end of the day thankfully. communication goes a long way. Now, for today!

🏋‍♀️ Physical Health

morning workout

complete fasting window; 8 hour or less eating window

cook a healthy dinner

read a chapter of Fast Like A Girl

🧠 Mental Health

Read 1 Chapter of Make Your Bed

Meditate sometime during the day

AM + PM Guided Journal

❤️ Emotional Health

answer a journal prompt question

repeat affirmations to myself for 2 minutes

read a chapter of 101 Essays

read a chapter of attached

📚 Intellectual Health

1 Busuu Japanese Lesson

1 Duolingo Spanish Lesson

Complete remaining 2 Homework assignments

🏘 Adulting Tasks

look at insurance stuff some more

find Social Security card

disinfect all tech devices

🥰 Self Love/Care

Skincare at least once today

put away all clean clothes

lay down in silence for 3 minutes

So I replaced social health with adulting tasks as I'm a more introverted person so the only social tasks would be calling my dad or talking to my boyfriend or the occasional chat with the roommates. I also know that "lay down in silence" is odd but I'm trying to train myself to be okay with being bored. sort of like meditation but with an emphasis on the do nothing aspects.

I'm super tired today for no reason, but I know I'll get at least 90% of my goals met.

Til next time lovelies 🩷

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Fun-Raising (Neuvithesley)

Part of 'Tea & Paperwork'.

Neuvillette gets a little handsy underneath the table at a fundraising dinner. 

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Wriothesley has the pleasure of usually being passed over when it comes to state dinners with one exception.

“So, the Fortress of Meropide as you know,” he begins, “is mostly an autonomous zone. We make Meka for Fontaine and are well-compensated for that, but we still govern ourselves, making finances difficult to manage at times. Monsieur Neuvillette is kind with any proposed budgets, but there is a reality that most are unwilling to speak of—there are just too many inmates and too few resources.”

Fundraising dinners. Wriothesley is a charismatic man and friendly enough, but wining and dining rich Elites to fork over donations to keep the cogs of Meropide well-oiled is certainly not his preferred activity. The former administrator did not bother which is why when Wriothesley was younger the Fortress was a mess of gangs and the ill-repute.

He’s guided it into better times, yes, but change comes at a cost, and that’s occasionally rubbing elbows against the fancier fare found within Fontaine’s court. 

At least he is not alone this time. Navia gives him a look of pity from where she sits across the table, politely dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. Clorinde looks as though she’d rather be anywhere else—and Wriothesley knows she would be. Polite, yes. Conversational… no. Furina makes up for it, though, by easing the way of conversation just as she would a stage play, but she lost a lot of her heft with the death of her title. 

Neuvillette is quiet. Contemplative. He has seen Wriothesley at work, spinning his words in the way that he does plenty of times, but this is the first fundraising effort set into motion since Focalors died and Neuvillette stepped into her shoes as the reigning Hydro Sovereign. Not that he’s never had influence, but this time, his influence has sway, not that Wriothesley expects him to step in.

The food is bland. The wine is subpar but it’s what the budget allowed. Everyone picks at their food politely but Wriothesley thinks he should’ve taken up the Traveler’s offer of inviting Chef Xiangling over and taking her for a spin.

“I’m sure that you looked over the reports I sent to you before this dinner,” says Wriothesley. He’s answered by a litany of murmurs and nods as nameless faces confirm that they at least received them. “As you can see—”

“Why don’t you cut to the chase, Your Grace?” one woman cuts in. She’s older, with a sharp gaze and hair piled atop her head. Wriothesley wonders how much money she spent on the stuffed bird that graces her hat. “It is no secret that you’ve come begging for money. So, tell us, what are the… enhancements—” She says the word as if it pains her. “—that you plan to implement?”

Wriothesley feels his jaw tense but wills himself to remain calm. “Ah. Begging—that may technically be true but do we need to say it so plainly? Would you call it begging if another benefactor requested your patronage for a new park in the Court?”

The woman’s expression sours but she does not retort, and Wriothesley smiles. “To answer your question, though,” he continues, “the changes we are considering are basic at best, mostly intended to improve the lives of those living in the Fortress.”

“Criminals, you mean,” says another man with a frown.

“I’ll kindly remind you that not everyone within Meropide has been on the wrong side of the law—there are families who make their home here unless you think that children should be considered as such.”

Soft tittering across the table. Clorinde’s eyebrows rise high and she chugs a swig of her wine. Navia looks anywhere but his face, and Neuvillette—well, he looks as placid as ever, seemingly distracted by his thoughts. This is why Wriothesley hates these sorts of functions.

“Look, that isn’t the point,” continues Wriothesley. “Our primary concerns this year are pretty simple: better food, better housing, and updates to the general infrastructure in the aftermath of the Primordial Sea wreaking havoc, yeah? We just want to improve our quality of life.”

The man looks offended at the thought, but the woman from before seems to consider this. “Not the worst idea,” she says. “A better quality of life would mean more Meka production, no?”

Wriothesley gives her a smile that doesn’t quite reach his mouth. “See? You’re beginning to understand.” Archons, he hates people like this. “It’s all about how if you scratch our back, we’ll scratch—” Wriothesley stops dead. 

A hand presses against his knee. The barest swipe of a thumb against the bone there, tracing the folds of his trousers. Neuvillette. Wriothesley forces himself to not look, to not think about the touch. Odd. Neuvillette would never, not at a time like this. Surely it’s just to ground him. Surely it’s just to offer silent support because he’s noticed just how agitated Wriothesley is. 

“Apologies, I just lost my thought,” says Wriothesley. 

“If we were to give you funds,” the woman asks, “how much would you pocket? I’m asking genuinely, by the way. No need to dodge around it.”

Wriothesley blinks. “I don’t pocket any. Most of my personal earnings are funneled back into Meropide to begin with, but donations, in general, never see my bank account. I—” Wriothesley chokes. 

Neuvillette’s hand skitters upwards along his leg, tracing the line of his thigh. Oh. Oh. No, this is—

This is the sort of shenanigans Wriothesley would dish out, never the prim and proper Monsieur Neuvillette. Something is wrong. Even if Neuvillette has found himself indulging in more… adventurous aspects of their personal life recently, never before has it been something so public. 

“I…”

“Your Grace?” prompts the woman.

Neuvillette sits closely enough at the tight table that nothing looks untoward. Already they were knocking elbows as they cut into their dinner, so a hand against Wriothesley's thigh would go unnoticed. But then those fingers tilt, knuckles dragging over the crotch of his trousers, and because Wriothesley is so woefully gone for this man, his cock immediately flares to life as a result. 

A soft hiss is let loose, and Wriothesley does his best to cover it up with a cough. “Sorry, something got lodged in my throat, I think. Let me—” He does his best to clear it, shifting in his seat to ease the pressure of Neuvillette’s hand. 

Wriothesley finally shoots him a glance and Neuvillette watches back with a satisfied expression, one edge of his mouth slightly upturned. Most would not notice. Wriothesley does. Clorinde does—

Clorinde. She leans back in her chair, hand against her chin, staring in wide-eyed surprise at Neuvillette’s… forwardness. 

“As I was saying,” murmurs Wriothesley next. He thinks his voice is clear and unwavering. Strong enough. Aside from Clorinde, no one else seems to notice anything untoward. “You scratch our backs, we scratch yours. It’s a symbiotic relationship.”

“Parasitic, more like,” drawls the man. “At times.”

“Any more so than someone of your stature? Tell me, Monsieur, just how is it that you’ve made your fortune aside from generational wealth?”

“Arguing gets us nowhere,” cuts in the woman with a huff. 

She goes on to ask a question that Wriothesley entirely misses because all he can think about is the way that Neuvillette’s fingers trace the length of his cock. The fabric of his trousers is thick and Neuvillette wears gloves, but Wriothesley can feel the heat that rises, that curdles his gut, that begins to coil tight the more that he’s touched. 

He’s fully hard and twitching in his clothing, and Neuvillette takes advantage of that by grinding the heel of his palm against Wriothesley's lap. 

“Meka—” blurts Wriothesley. Everyone at the table looks at him with concern—except for Clorinde who hides a snicker behind her hand. “I—what I mean to say is that you mentioned it—before. Um. Right, right, so if those in Meropide aren’t incentivized to work, who would—” Wriothesley drags a hand down his face. “Again, apologies. I think this wine might be hitting me hard.”

“I’ll admit,” says Clorinde, “it’s a shitty wine but the alcohol content is decent. You’re looking a little red in the face, Your Grace. Are you okay?”

Oh, fuck her.  And then Neuvillette laughs, just a soft chuckle, so fuck him too.

Wriothesley pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m finding it hard to focus, that's all.”

“A shame,” says Neuvillette as if he isn’t fondling Wriothesley's dick underneath the table. “I for one would like to hear more of your budget plans for the season.”

Absurd. Absolutely absurd. Wriothesley tries and fails to settle his thoughts. Neuvillette’s hand is sinful, squeezing at his cock, rubbing it through thick cotton. Soon, Neuvillette proves just how deft those fingers are as he pulls a button free on the opening of Wriothesley's trousers entirely one-handed. 

Wriothesley stills again. Waits. Another button pops free, Neuvillette’s gloved fingers dipping into the waistband to rest against his heated flesh. This is bad. This is very, very bad. Wriothesley holds the stem of his wine glass in a white-knuckled grip and misses another question. 

“Your Grace?”

“I—ah. What did you ask?”

The woman pauses and purses her lips. “I asked if you had a calendar plan to implement these ideas? Is there a schedule to consider?”

“Infrastructure first,” says Wriothesely automatically. “At least, bits of it. We’ll take care of the more pressing areas that are leaking—subtly, I promise. Nothing dangerous at the moment, but it’s better to focus there first.”

The woman nods, accepting this answer, and he breathes a sigh of relief. 

And then Neuvillette’s hand curls around his cock properly for a quick squeeze.

Wriothesley jerks in his seat. He counts to ten. He thinks of terrible things; rotten food, old guys naked—but then he thinks of Neuvillette who’s ancient and looks very good naked, and—

“Please, if you’d excuse me for a moment,” he says, hand dropping to Neuvillette’s wrist for a tug.

Clorinde snorts loud enough for Navia to give her a concerned look. Neuvillette, thankfully, extricates his hand before sipping his wine like nothing is amiss.

Wriothesley stands awkwardly, trying to hide his erection by clinging to his napkin. Of course he’d pulled off his jacket. Of course it lays across the back of his chair, as proper manners would dictate. He just hopes no one questions his death grip on the napkin as he toddles away awkwardly. 

“Understandable,” says the old woman with a nod. “Cream-based soups are, oftentimes, hard on the stomach. We’ll patiently await your return.”

Wriothesley doesn’t know what is more mortifying—the fact that Neuvillette stands as well with the intent to follow, citing that he’ll ensure Wriothesley's health as his partner, or Clorinde’s horrifically loud laughter in response. 

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“Neuvillette,” hisses Wriothesley when he’s boxed in against the wall. The corridor is dark and abandoned—normally they hold these sorts of dinners somewhere nice but Wriothesley just had to suggest the Fortress itself this time. A blessing and a curse. It’s late enough that there are only Gardes around, but they don’t bother to patrol this close to his personal quarters.

“That tone.” Neuvillette immediately shoves his face against Wriothesley's nape and inhales deeply. “You sound annoyed.”

“Really? You don’t think?”

Neuvillette chuckles against the column of his throat and kisses it. “You complain,” he says, dragging a hand down Wriothesley's chest, his side, and across his hip until it halts at the front of his trousers, “but this part of you is honest, isn’t it?”

Wriothesley could literally be boiling alive and Neuvillette’s hand on his dick would still make it hard. The Primordial Sea could be crashing towards him in a wave, and he’d still get it up at the mere thought of Neuvillette groping him unprompted. 

Which Neuvillette does right now, slipping his hand back into his trousers to pull Wriothesley's cock free. Wriothesley groans, his head slamming back against the wall. He isn’t sure if the stars are from a potential concussion, or the fact that Neuvillette strokes him from base to tip, thumbing across the tip.

“Wet,” teases Neuvillette.

“That’s—”

“Mhm, and hard, too. Does it ache?”

Wriothesley whines as Neuvillette works his cock, the fabric of his glove annoyingly rough. He’d prefer the smooth skin of Neuvillette’s uncalloused palm. “Fuck,” he mutters as Neuvillette spreads the precome that dribbles from the tip, uncaring the mess that it makes, or how damp his gloves now are. “Sweetheart—” Usually, when Wriothesley calls him that it’s a sweet thing, soft and warm, but this moment he bites it out as a curse.

“You should have seen yourself,” says Neuvillette before Wriothesley can further complain. His hand is wicked as he works him, leaving no inch of his cock untouched. A quick stroke, a squeeze around the tip—Wriothesley moans, his hand curling around the back of Neuvillette’s neck as he whispers dirty talk into his ear. “I’ve seen you at work many times, Wriothesley. I’ve seen you make reports, and file paperwork, but never have I seen you command such authority. Never have I seen you fight for what you think is right.”

Oh. Well, that explains it. Neuvillette calls him capable all of the time and often imparts what a strong mate he is, but—

Neuvillette mouths at his neck, suckling it, teeth gliding across hot, sweaty skin. “I often need you,” he murmurs, nipping at Wriothesley's flesh, kissing across his damp collar and chasing every inch that he can, “but so rarely do I need you in such a visceral way. I could not wait—”

“I noticed. I’ve never seen you so—hah, that’s—” Neuvillette’s palm twists around the head of his cock in a way that makes him forget his words. He aches. Pleasure already pulls taut in his gut, threatening to bubble over and pull Wriothesley along for the ride. 

“Quickly now,” says Neuvillette, sucking a mark just underneath his jaw. “If we take too long they may ask questions.”

They’ll notice the damn hickey too but won’t say a thing. Who would cross Neuvillette? No one, which is why he’s so free with how he bites at Wriothesley's flesh. Hydro slicks Neuvillette’s glove, easing the way for a faster grip. Wriothesley moans, biting at his lip and failing to hide it, counting every stroke along his length. 

“Sweetheart—Neuvillette—”

One, two, three, and he’s coming, spilling all over Neuvillette’s hand in what Wriothesley might consider a record-breakingly quick orgasm. 

“Good boy,” whispers Neuvillette, kissing the shell of his ear, and tracing it with the tip of his forked tongue. “Such a good boy for me. Yes, just like that.”

There is no way that a hand job will satisfy Neuvillette. No, Wriothesley knows that tone, the dark, heady tint of his voice wrapped in velvet arousal. These are those older instincts, the ones that beg for Neuvillette to stake his claim. Were it not for a very important dinner, Wriothesley would already have his chest against his wall and his trousers yanked down around his thighs. 

Neuvillette drops his cock slowly and with regret. A soft sigh. A kiss to Wriothesley's jaw, the arch of his cheek, and the tip of his nose. Wriothesley swallows thickly, watching as Neuvillette pulls back just enough to peel off that soiled glove and tuck it away into his pocket. And then the other, leaving behind bare, pale hands, cold like crisp water. 

He warms them against Wriothesely’s face, cupping his cheeks and tilting his mouth towards him. “A pity,” says Neuvillette, “that there is a dinner we have to get back to. What I would give to steal you away right now and have my way with you instead.”

“You can later,” says Wriothesley, chasing his mouth, deepening the kiss. “Just a little bit longer. I was good for you, so can you be good for me?”

Neuvillette laughs against Wriothesley's mouth and nips at his bottom lip, fangs sinking into it just enough to slice the edge open. A small bead of blood is licked away before Neuvillette pulls away to admire his work.

“That isn’t behaving,” says Wriothesley, and though he maintains cool composure, his insides are on fire again, set ablaze by Neuvillette’s targeted gaze. 

Neuvillette drags his thumb over his lip, lingering at where it’s now split open. “I will not apologize.”

“Noted.” Wriothesely closes the distance for another short and sweet kiss. “Really though, we’ve got to get back otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it from Clorinde.”

Neuvillette hums at that. “She has a sharp eye.”

“Apt for a sharpshooter.”

“She will tease us, no?”

“Forever,” replies Wriothesely. 

Neuvillette’s expression softens, melting into something fond. “There are worse things, I would think.”

He has no idea. Neuvillette has no idea what it’s like to be at the end of Clorinde’s eternal nagging. Wriothesley thinks it’ll be better for him to experience it organically. A crooked grin is all that he gives Neuvillette, and they walk the entire way back, fingers hooked together.

#

When seated at that table, Wriothesley clears his throat. “I apologize for that. I’m feeling a lot better.”

“I bet,” says Clorinde, her gaze dragging from Wriothesley to Neuvillette, and then back, settling on his busted lip. “Did you walk into a wall or something?”

“Or something,” replies Wriothesley without a beat. “Now, about that budget proposal—”

“Monsieur Neuvillette,” cuts in the lady from across the table, her hawklike gaze sharp and calculating. “What happened to your gloves?”

“They got wet. Pay it no matter.”

She tilts her head, no doubt surprised. Neuvillette does not make it a habit to run around bare-handed and she, and their other guests have never seen the likes of it. Still, as expected, no one says anything further. 

Wriothesley manages to make it through the rest of dinner and wheedle out a generous donation. And later, in the comfort of his bed when blissfully alone, Neuvillette considers this a cause to celebrate, wringing Wriothesley dry until he can’t think of anything else.

[wellstraightprofessional]

Achieve Perfect Hair: The Best Keratin Hair Products You Need to Try

Keratin has become a buzzword in the beauty industry, especially when it comes to hair care. This protein, which is naturally found in your hair, skin, and nails, plays a crucial role in maintaining the strength, elasticity, and overall health of your hair. However, with the constant exposure to heat styling, chemical treatments, and environmental pollutants, the natural keratin in your hair can become depleted, leading to frizz, breakage, and dullness. That’s where best keratin hair products come in designed to replenish and fortify your hair, these products can help you achieve the smooth, shiny, and healthy hair you’ve always desired.

In this article, we'll explore the best keratin hair products available on the market, tailored for different hair types and concerns. By the end, you’ll have a comprehensive guide to help you select the right keratin products for your hair care routine.

The Importance of Keratin in Hair Care

Before diving into the best keratin hair products, it’s essential to understand what keratin is and why it’s vital for your hair.

Keratin is a fibrous protein that serves as the main structural element of your hair. It acts as a protective layer, shielding your hair from damage caused by external factors like UV radiation, pollution, and chemical treatments. Additionally, keratin helps maintain the strength and elasticity of your hair, preventing breakage and split ends.

Over time, however, your hair’s natural keratin can break down due to various factors, including:

Heat Styling: Frequent use of flat irons, curling irons, and blow dryers can strip your hair of its natural keratin, leaving it brittle and prone to damage.

Chemical Treatments: Coloring, perming, and relaxing treatments can weaken the hair’s structure, depleting its keratin content.

Environmental Factors: Exposure to sun, wind, and pollution can cause your hair to lose its natural keratin, leading to dryness and frizz.

To counteract these effects, best products for curly frizzy hair are formulated to replenish and restore the keratin in your hair, providing strength, smoothness, and shine.

The Best Keratin Hair Products for Every Hair Type

When it comes to selecting the best keratin hair products, it’s important to consider your hair type and specific needs. Here, we’ve rounded up the top keratin products for various hair types, from fine and oily to thick and curly.

1. Keratin Shampoos

Why You Need It: A keratin-infused shampoo is the foundation of a keratin hair care routine. It gently cleanses your hair while infusing it with essential proteins that repair and strengthen the strands.

Top Picks:

Keratin Complex Keratin Care Shampoo: This sulfate-free formula is ideal for daily use, especially for those with color-treated hair.

OGX Ever Straightening + Brazilian Keratin Therapy Shampoo: Infused with coconut oil, avocado oil, and cocoa butter, this shampoo smooths the hair and reduces frizz, making it perfect for thick, coarse hair.

How to Use: Apply the shampoo to wet hair, massage it into the scalp, and rinse thoroughly. Follow up with a keratin conditioner for best results.

2. Keratin Conditioners

Why You Need It: A keratin conditioner complements your keratin shampoo by adding an extra layer of moisture and protection. It helps detangle the hair, reduce frizz, and enhance shine.

Top Picks:

It’s a 10 Miracle Deep Conditioner Plus Keratin: This rich conditioner is packed with keratin, vitamins, and botanical extracts that deeply nourish and repair damaged hair. It’s particularly beneficial for those with dry, damaged, or chemically treated hair.

Well straight professional  Conditioner: This budget-friendly option delivers five smoothing benefits—anti-frizz, detangling, shine, softness, and taming flyaways—making it a great choice for everyday use.

How to Use: After shampooing, apply the conditioner from mid-lengths to ends. Wash after 10 mins .

3. Keratin Hair Masks

Why You Need It: A keratin hair mask is a deep conditioning treatment that provides intensive repair and hydration. It’s a must-have for anyone with severely damaged or over-processed hair.

Top Picks:

Well Straight professional Hair Mask: It’s ideal for repairing hair that’s been damaged by chemical treatments or heat styling.

CHI Keratin Reconstructing Mask: This luxurious mask is formulated with natural keratin, silk, and oils that rebuild the hair’s structure and restore elasticity. It’s perfect for restoring life to dull, brittle hair.

How to Use: Apply the mask to clean, damp hair, focusing on the mid-lengths and ends. Leave it on for 5-10 minutes (or longer for a more intense treatment) before rinsing thoroughly. Use it once a week or as needed.

4. Keratin Serums

Why You Need It: A keratin serum is a lightweight, leave-in product that provides instant smoothing and shine. It’s great for taming frizz, protecting against heat damage, and adding a glossy finish to your hair.

Top Picks:

Keratin Research Argan Oil Infused Keratin Serum: This serum combines the benefits of keratin and argan oil to smooth and nourish the hair, reducing frizz and enhancing shine. It’s perfect for all hair types, especially those prone to frizz.

Paul Mitchell Super Skinny Serum: This cult-favorite serum speeds up drying time while smoothing and conditioning the hair. It’s lightweight and non-greasy, making it ideal for fine to medium hair.

How to Use: Apply a small amount of serum to damp or dry hair, focusing on the ends and any areas prone to frizz. Style as usual.

5. Keratin Leave-In Conditioners

Why You Need It: A keratin leave-in conditioner provides ongoing nourishment and protection throughout the day. It helps detangle hair, reduce frizz, and shield it from heat and environmental damage.

Top Picks:

Pureology Colour Fanatic Leave-In Conditioner: This multi-tasking spray offers 21 benefits, including color protection, heat protection, and keratin-infused moisture. It’s a great option for color-treated hair.

Kérastase Discipline Fluidissime Anti-Frizz Spray: This leave-in conditioner tames frizz, smooths the hair, and adds shine, making it perfect for humid climates. It’s lightweight enough for fine hair but effective on all hair types.

How to Use: Spray the leave-in conditioner onto damp hair before styling. It can also be used on dry hair to refresh and smooth between washes.

6. Keratin Hair Oils

Why You Need It: Keratin hair oils are perfect for adding the finishing touch to your styling routine. They provide moisture, reduce frizz, and add a healthy shine to your hair.

Top Picks:

L'Oréal Paris Elvive Extraordinary Oil Deep Nourishing Treatment: This affordable hair oil is infused with a blend of oils, including coconut, sunflower, and soybean, to deeply nourish and protect the hair. It’s suitable for all hair types, particularly dry or damaged hair.

Bumble and bumble Hairdresser’s Invisible Oil: This lightweight oil is packed with six nourishing oils, including coconut, argan, and macadamia, to soften, detangle, and protect the hair. It’s perfect for adding shine without weighing the hair down.

How to Use: Apply a few drops of hair oil to the ends of your hair after styling to add shine and smoothness. It can also be used as a pre-shampoo treatment for added hydration.

How to Incorporate Keratin Hair Products into Your Routine

To get the most out of your keratin hair products, it’s essential to use them correctly and consistently. Here’s a simple guide to incorporating keratin into your hair care routine:

Start with a Keratin Shampoo: Use a keratin-infused shampoo to cleanse your hair and prepare it for conditioning and treatment. This helps to remove any buildup and ensures that your hair can absorb the maximum benefits of the keratin products.

Follow with a Keratin Conditioner: After shampooing, apply a keratin conditioner to lock in moisture and add a protective layer to your hair. This step is crucial for keeping your hair smooth, shiny, and frizz-free.

Use a Keratin Hair Mask Weekly: Once a week, treat your hair to a deep-conditioning keratin mask. This will provide intensive repair and hydration, keeping your hair strong and healthy.

Apply a Keratin Serum or Leave-In Conditioner: After washing your hair, apply a keratin serum or leave-in conditioner to protect it from heat damage and environmental stressors. This step also helps to detangle and smooth your hair, making it easier to style.

Finish with a Keratin Hair Oil: For an extra boost of shine and smoothness, apply a few drops of keratin hair oil to the ends of your hair. This will give your hair a polished, frizz-free finish.

Conclusion

Achieving perfect hair doesn’t have to be a daunting task, especially with the right keratin hair products in your arsenal. Whether you’re dealing with frizz, dryness, or damage, incorporating keratin into your hair care routine can make a world of difference. From best shampoo for damaged hair and conditioners to masks, serums, and oils, the best keratin hair

[selfcarewithkay]

Chapter Three

Hi girlies! Welcome back! As promised today we are going to be discussing products and ways to take care of our hair. I've done a lot of experimenting to figure out what works best for my hair. In conclusion I've learnt that natural homemade remedies work best apart from organic store bought products. The organic store bought products work amazing but they can be very expensive so to keep it budget friendly lets explore some homemade remedies to help your hair grow as well as discussing ingredients that helps all hair types.

Homemade avocado hair mask:

Half an avocado

1 tbsp argan oil

 ¼ cup of mayo

1 tbsp honey

An egg 

3 tbsp black castor oil

1 tbsp olive oil

1  banana

Blend everything in a blender until smooth and apply evenly to hair and scalp and let sit for an hour under a shower cap before rinsing thoroughly. 

Homemade hair grease:

1 large tub of Petroleum jelly

1 Shot of Hennessy

10 ml of coconut oil

10 ml of carrot oil

10 ml of argon oil

10 ml of olive oil

10 ml of tea tree oil

10 ml castor oil

10 ml jojoba oil

10 ml vitamin E oil

10 ml biotin oil

A sprung of rosemary

Three leaves of sage

Four mint leaves

1 tbsp of lad 

To a seep pan on medium to low heat add the tub of petroleum jelly, lad and all fresh herbs and let melt. When petroleum is completely melted add Hennessy and all oils and stir. Carefully pour back into the tub or any storage and let cool till harden or the consistency is no longer runny. Apply grease to the scalp twice a week and massage.

That's all for this week. Thank you for ready can't wait to see you next week.

[snoopyscorpio]

SAMS AU (sort of)....Southern Punk Eclipse!

@snowe-zolynn-rogers as promised, here is the backstory of Eclipse and Luna(r) in my own world :D Also to clarify, in this particular world, humans and monsters co-exist but not particularly peacefully. So far, the only safe place for monsters to exist with humans is the pizzaplex, for some odd reason. There is a character I have called “Evelyn”, who is a ghost haunting the daycare, but we’ll get to her in a seperate post. ANYWAAAAAAAAYYYYYSSS!!! Basically in this particular universe, Luna has a slightly more 'Canadian' accent while Eclipse is the southerner (but sometimes I forget and have them both as southern XD). In this AU as well, Blood Moon, Earth and Kill Code don’t exist, it is just the ‘main four’, so to speak. They were made as the prototypes for Sun and Moon, but were scrapped by management (reaasons vary from telling to telling, from budget costs to Eclipse and Luna not being family friendly, or the two continuously malfunctioning), and so were scrapped and thrown into a trash compactor....but they were still sentient and functioning. Sun and Moon thought the two were dead and done for, spending a long while in silent mourning....unaware the two had managed to come back out, albeit damaged and with multiple dents and oil leaks. So the two manage to get to a scrapyard and find parts to fix each other there, just so they’re functional enough to move around without much strain, a couple of workers spotting them and chasing them out before they could finish, briefly separating them until they met on the backstreets again after a few gruelling hours of searching. Later on, they have more of an android-like upgrade, giving Eclipse more of a sturdy, stronger body and spiky orange ‘hair’ in place of his rays. Luna’s hair is long and soft, coloured a dark blue with a white streak at the front. Having put themselves back together, Eclipse embraced the more mish-mash ‘punk’ style, from the music to the clothes and everything in between, while Luna was more of a vintage-loving ‘make do and mend’ kinda style, her clothing being more of a pastel or 40s-style wear. They both are protective of each other and of their younger brothers Sun and Moon (Eclipse calls Sun ‘Sunny-boy’ or ‘Sunshiner’, while Luna calls him ‘Sunny’/’Sunflower’. Luna calls Moon ‘Moonie’ and ‘Moonlight’, and Eclipse calls Moon ‘Moonshine’. He is the ONLY person who calls Moon ‘Moonshine’, and it startles Moon when he first speaks to him again). The two end up getting a small place together, Eclipse going into mechanics and mending his fellow robots and other cybernetic beings, while Luna found solace in handmaking plushies and pillows for people. Sun soon finds Eclipse at an arcade; aside from the clothes, voice and hairstyle, Sun and Eclipse look as if they could be twins! He then reunites with him and Luna, soon getting Moon to see them once more. Eclipse likes to be seen as the “strong big brother who’s capable of anything” and is mostly the protector of the group, but he and Luna both have seperation anxiety after that night. The only one who has seen him cry is Luna..so far. Luna’s anxiety is more obvious, and she tends to cling to her brothers whenever she hears loud noises or someone is violent to them both. There is more about this world that they both live in (mainly the monsters and humans living side by side), so if anyone is interested, please let me know.

[elianajack]

Unveiling the Best Pre Bridal Packages in Delhi

Introduction

The bustling city of Delhi has long been hailed as a bridal hub, with its thriving beauty industry offering a plethora of pre bridal packages for brides-to-be. As the excitement builds towards the big day, navigating through the best pre bridal packages becomes crucial. This guide aims to uncover the gems of Delhi's bridal industry, spotlighting the top pre bridal packages that promise to transform brides into radiant and confident beauties on their special day.

Why Delhi for Pre Bridal Packages?

Delhi's reputation as a bridal hub is well-earned. The city's bridal industry is renowned for its diversity, offering pre bridal packages that cater to a wide range of needs. From traditional to contemporary, Delhi's salons and beauty centers provide an extensive array of options for brides seeking the perfect pre-wedding glow.

Skin Bliss: Tailored Packages for Different Skin Types

Delhi's salons specialize in addressing diverse skin types.

Personalized treatments for oily, dry, combination, and sensitive skin.

Delhi's pre-bridal offerings are distinguished by their ability to tailor packages for various skin types. Whether you're dealing with excess oil, dryness, a combination of both, or sensitive skin, the city's salons craft personalized treatments that address individual needs, ensuring a flawless complexion on your wedding day.

Hair Elegance: Transformative Pre-Bridal Hair Packages

Trendsetting hair treatments for Delhi brides.

Incorporation of traditional and contemporary bridal hairstyles.

Delhi's pre bridal packages extend beyond skincare to include transformative hair treatments. From luxurious hair spas to coloring and styling options, brides can indulge in pre-wedding pampering that ensures their locks are as stunning as the rest of their bridal ensemble. Salons in Delhi also excel in incorporating both traditional and contemporary bridal hairstyles, ensuring every bride finds her perfect look.

Radiant Makeovers: Makeup-centric Pre Bridal Packages

The art of bridal makeup in Delhi.

Makeup-centric pre bridal packages with trials and consultations.

Delhi's expertise in bridal makeup is unparalleled. Makeup-centric pre bridal packages not only include the application of flawless makeup on the big day but also incorporate trials and consultations. Brides can work closely with skilled makeup artists to achieve a look that complements their style and enhances their natural beauty.

Holistic Wellness: Spa and Relaxation Packages

Stress-relief and wellness in Delhi's pre-bridal offerings.

Holistic wellness packages that include massages and rejuvenation.

Recognizing the stress that often accompanies wedding preparations, Delhi's pre bridal packages often include spa treatments designed for pre-wedding relaxation. Holistic wellness packages, complete with massages and rejuvenating therapies, ensure that brides are not only beautiful but also stress-free on their special day.

Bridal Glow from Within: Nutrition-Focused Packages

Specialized diet plans for glowing skin.

Integration of nutritional counseling in pre-bridal wellness.

Delhi's pre bridal packages go beyond external treatments, acknowledging the importance of nutrition for radiant skin. Specialized diet plans, coupled with nutritional counseling, contribute to the bride's overall wellness, ensuring a bridal glow that radiates from within.

Top Salons Offering Pre Bridal Packages in Delhi

Overview of the best salons known for pre-bridal excellence.

Customer reviews and testimonials for selected salons.

For brides seeking the crème de la crème of pre-bridal services, Delhi boasts an array of top-notch salons. This section provides an overview of the best salons known for their pre-bridal excellence, accompanied by customer reviews and testimonials, aiding brides in making an informed choice.

Affordability and Value: Budget-Friendly Options

Overview of budget-friendly pre-bridal options in Delhi.

Balancing affordability with value in pre-bridal services.

Delhi's bridal industry caters to brides with varying budgets. This section explores budget-friendly pre-bridal options, demonstrating that affordability doesn't mean compromising on quality. Brides can find packages that balance cost-effectiveness with high-quality services, ensuring that beauty is accessible to all.

How to Choose the Right Pre-Bridal Package in Delhi

Factors to consider when selecting a pre-bridal package.

The importance of consultations and trials before making a decision.

Selecting the right pre-bridal package requires careful consideration. This section guides brides on factors to ponder when making a choice, emphasizing the importance of consultations and trials to ensure that the selected package aligns perfectly with their preferences and needs.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Delhi stands as a beacon in the world of pre bridal packages, offering a diverse range of services that cater to every bride's unique desires. The city's salons and beauty centers excel in providing transformative experiences that go beyond the surface, ensuring that brides emerge not only beautiful but also confident on their wedding day. As you embark on your pre-bridal journey in Delhi, anticipate not just a beauty regimen but a holistic experience that prepares you to step into matrimonial bliss with radiance and grace.

[lucysarah-c]

Could you please share your skincare?

Omg hahaha I have never expected this day would come lmao.

Have you seen me on tiktok, that's why? I'm quite camara shy. But thank you!! I'm blushed that you would want my skincare ☺️🫶🏻

Mh honestly, my best recomendation is going to a dermatologist to learn your skin type. It was game changing for me, the only thing I don't like is that most dermatologist are associated with really expensive brands and ...well those aren't university student budget friendly. I have rosacea, dry skin and really sensitive skin and the products I use is:

Cleaning balm for when I wear make-up (I have dry and sensitive skin and I don't recommend double cleaning if you have this type of skin. I feel like double cleaning is popular in Korea and it may be because they have quite oiled skin, it's just my appreciation)

Hydrating cleanser by CeraVe (I loved this one, I swear on this one. For me who have dry skin is lovely)

Serums. Vitamin C by Garnier on the morning, this one isn't particularly really good but it does help, it's quiet gentle not like other vitamin C and cheap. Maybe if I had a bigger budget I would change for another brand. Hyaluronic acid at morning and night, the l'oréal revitalift also cheap and decent, maybe the ordinary would be better but ordinary doesn't sell on my country. Once per two weeks more on less I use retinol before going to bed, but once again I have really sensitive skin and I have to be careful. This is the only one I have of ordinary because a friend brought it for me at USA. The one with the lowest %. (I highly recommend having your face slightly wet before a hyaluronic acid serum)

Eyecream from Cerave.

Morning I use Toleriane sensitive by La Roche Posay and this is the most expensive part of all this and sadly my sensitive skin needs it. And at night something heavy because my skin is a desert lol I use the cerave moisturizing cream, big, good and cheap all that's needed.

Suncream always, I personally can't use chemical sunscreen because the alcohol on the hurts my rosacea (like the one from the la Roche Posay or Eucerin that everybody swears on them) but since I am pale, I don't mind the white cast of the minerals one like the ISDIN one. HOWEVER, I've used body suncream when I had been low on budged plenty of times. Repeat after me, 100% better use a sunscreen that makes you look oily than no wearing suncream.

And... That's it, I honestly believe in "less is more" for my hair, for skin, for everything. I can't speak as a professional because I am not, but don't over stress your skin. If you're lucky to have the money to afford more stuff, great but I think that keeping a routine simple and practical is the best.

Thank you for considering me for this!!! Spoiler most expensive brands aren't worth it in my opinion, I am a huge budget friendly person lol

Have a nice day love!

[vedicaura]

Discover the Power of Ayurveda with Vedic Aura

Discover the Power of Ayurveda with Vedic Aura! Welcome to Vedic Aura, your go-to source for natural and Ayurvedic products that promote holistic wellness. We’re thrilled to introduce you to our brand, which is built on the belief that nature and Ayurveda hold the key to a healthy and balanced life.

Our mission is to provide you with safe, effective, and sustainable products that help you achieve your wellness goals, and we’re committed to sharing the transformative power of Ayurveda with you. Our Mission and Values At Vedic Aura, we believe that a healthy and balanced life is within everyone’s reach. We’re passionate about helping our customers achieve their wellness goals through the power of nature and Ayurveda.

Our mission is to provide safe, effective, and sustainable products that support your journey towards optimal health and wellbeing. We’re committed to some of the belo mentioned ethics.

Authenticity: Our products are made with natural and Ayurvedic ingredients, without any harmful chemicals or synthetic additives. We believe in being transparent about the ingredients we use, so you can feel confident about what you’re putting on your body.

Sustainability: We’re committed to reducing our environmental impact and promoting sustainable practices. Our products are packaged in eco-friendly materials, and we strive to minimize waste and use renewable resources wherever possible.

Accessibility: We believe that everyone should have access to natural and Ayurvedic products, regardless of their background or budget. That’s why we offer a range of affordable products that deliver real results. What We Offer At Vedic Aura, we offer a range of natural and Ayurvedic products for haircare, lipcare, skincare, and body care. Our products are formulated with high-quality ingredients that are gentle on your skin and free from harsh chemicals. We’re constantly researching and developing new products to meet the evolving needs of our customers. Here are some of our most popular products:

Haircare: Our haircare line includes shampoos, conditioners, and hair oils that nourish and strengthen your hair from root to tip. Our products are formulated with ingredients like coconut oil, amla, and hibiscus to promote healthy hair growth and improve the overall health of your hair.

Lipcare: Our lip balms are made with natural ingredients like beeswax, shea butter, and coconut oil to moisturize and protect your lips. We offer a range of flavors and scents, so you can find the perfect balm for your needs.

Skincare: Our skincare line includes cleansers, toners, and moisturizers that are designed to balance and restore your skin’s natural pH. We use ingredients like turmeric, neem, and aloe vera to soothe and nourish your skin, leaving it looking and feeling healthy.

Body Care: Our body care products include lotions, body oils, and scrubs that hydrate and rejuvenate your skin. We use ingredients like sesame oil, almond oil, and Himalayan pink salt to exfoliate and moisturize your skin, leaving it soft and supple.

At Vedic Aura, we’re passionate about helping you achieve your wellness goals through the power of nature and Ayurveda. We believe in providing you with safe, effective, and sustainable products that support your journey towards optimal health and wellbeing. We’re excited to be part of your wellness journey, and we look forward to sharing our transformative products with you.

[monstersandmaw]

Oats the kelpie (single dad, dad-bod, absolute softie sweetheart) is now up on Patreon on early release! You can read it right now for $3, or for $5 you can have access to everything pre-2020 mothballing.

Background info post on the Full Moon Motorcycles group here Oats Appreciation post here

Featuring a plus-size, bisexual, not very confident reader, and a divorced, Scottish, single-dad, biker kelpie with a soft-dad bod and a heart as big as his bike’s engine (possibly bigger).

Wordcount: 7562

Preview:

You pushed open the glass door of Full Moon Motorcycles and willed yourself not to feel self-conscious or out of place.

Having both an older brother and a mother who rode motorbikes had at least given you a fair bit of familiarity with bikes and the general ‘biker culture’, but it was mostly the fact that almost all the ‘biker girls’ you saw posing on social media were slim and toned, which you were decidedly not.

From the utterly foetid takes in the comments section of the one post your brother had shared on his page with you in it, you’d also got the impression that the biker community was not particularly kind to any woman with a waist over 25 inches. It probably wasn’t the case, but your one experience with it had been enough to make you very wary.

And yet, as you made your way towards the bike shop’s counter and the older man with floppy, greying hair and warm brown eyes looked up, you were greeted with an open, welcoming smile.

“Hi there,” he said, standing up with a grunt from the comfy chair where he’d been sitting in the corner near the shop’s antique cash register. “What can I do for you?”

You smiled shyly and glanced along the wooden countertop before returning your gaze to him. “I’m looking for a present for my brother, but I’m kind of on a budget…”

“Gotcha. We’ve got some silly key fobs there,” he said, indicating a rotating display rack at one end of the counter, with mottoes that ranged from funny to explicit, “But if they like working on their bike themselves, you can’t go wrong with some maintenance supplies… Not the most glamorous but I promise they’ll be grateful to you all the same.”

“Could always tie a festive ribbon round it,” you said, and he chuckled and nodded.

“That’s the spirit.”

You eyed the reasonable price of the fobs with some relief, and then followed his gesture towards the various bottles of chain degreaser and the like, and a few other useful tools and kits that were stacked on shelves on the back wall to the right of a door that presumably led into the back and store rooms.

The right hand side of the shop had the counter and some shiny, new bikes that had been parked in a row around the perimeter of the space, and the left hand side was more open with a bench or two against the brick walls, and some red, mechanics’ tool-chests tucked against the back wall. A number of leather two- and one-piece suits hung in racks at the furthest end though, with helmets on shelves and a few rows of t-shirts, jeans, gloves, and boots displayed too. There were oil stains in the centre of the polished concrete floor, and you suspected that tinkering took place there outside of the shop’s usual opening hours.

The whole vibe of Full Moon Motorcycles was friendly and cosy, with a slightly industrial, grungy note for some flavour.

In short, you loved it.

“There are also some fun helmet covers –” the older man chuckled, and added, “A number of the regulars here have them, and there are also some earplugs, or perhaps a tough phone case and mount? A chain care kit? There are some vinyl stickers too, and t-shirts, socks, neck warmers, balaclavas, mugs, helmet care kits, thermals…”

Laughing, you held up your hands for him to stop, and he started to chuckle too.

“I’ll let you browse in peace, sweetheart,” he said, his whisky brown eyes twinkling. Even his un-looked-for endearment came across as kindly instead of creepy, and not many men could pull that off. “You just holler if you have questions and I’ll be happy to –”

The door opened behind you and he broke off as his attention was snagged by the arrival of a heavy-set guy in dark jeans and a softly-worn, black leather jacket. He held a black helmet with a tinted visor in his large hands, and he looked more than a little wind-blown and rumpled.

Incongruous with his rather roguish-dishevelment, a lock of his long, thick, slightly grizzled, black hair was held back by a little hair-clip with a Barbie-pink, fabric bow. It didn’t fit with the dark scruff of stubble on his jaw or the piercing green-blue eyes at all, but he seemed completely unfazed by its presence.

“Oats!” the older man exclaimed with obvious joy, clapping his hands. “It’s been a while, my boy! How was the trip to Scotland? You make it round the NC500 this time?”

The ‘boy’ looked to be in his mid to late thirties…

“Ach, no’ a chance this time, Hank,” the man chuckled with a heavy, Scottish accent lacing his rich, rough baritone. Exactly where in Scotland he was from, you couldn’t tell, but it was lyrical and attractive all the same.

“Ah, next time, next time. And is Natalie well?

“Oh aye, my wee Loch Ness Monster is doing just fine. She’ll be terrorising her mother for the Christmas holidays. I came straight from the road though — clutch started playing up just south of Birmingham.” He grimaced, but even that looked charming somehow. “Sort of hoped you might find a minute to take a look at it for me if I left the Old Girl here. No rush though.”

“No problem, Oats. We’ll get her running properly again in no time. Bet you’re missing little Natalie already,” Hank added sympathetically.

“Ah, you have no idea,” the man, peculiarly-named ‘Oats’, sighed ruefully, shaking his head.

“See she left you with a parting gift though,” Hank snorted, pointing at the bow hair clip.

With a slight frown to his dark eyebrows, Oats reached up and patted at his head until he found it, and then he laughed. It was a loud, delighted, full-bellied sound that reverberated through the space while it lasted, and he left the hair clip where it was with no trace of self-consciousness as he lowered his hand again. “Aye, that she did. Surprised it survived the journey down with my lid on and everything. Oh –” His unusually pale green eyes landed on you, watching him and lurking near the rows of t-shirts on the back wall, and he went still.

Those sea-grey eyes raked you up and down, clearly noting the way your black leggings clung to the curves of your thighs and hips, and the black hoodie, which maybe went some way to hiding the softness of your stomach a bit, and he swallowed visibly. He looked… hungry. That was not the usual reaction you had grown accustomed to from men, and you let the flare of heat lick up your insides for just a moment, daring to hope that maybe he did find you attractive.

“Sorry,” he said in your direction, with a soft, dusky smile. “Didnae mean t’interrupt.”

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Discover the Best of Kerastase Hair Oils at AHS Haircare

When it comes to luxurious hair care, Kerastase hair oils have become a staple in the beauty world for their transformative benefits. At AHS Haircare, we proudly offer a curated selection of Kerastase hair oils tailored to meet various hair needs, ensuring your locks receive the quality and care they deserve. Let’s dive into why AHS Haircare is the go-to destination for Kerastase hair oils and other premium hair products.

Why Choose Kerastase Hair Oils?

Kerastase hair oils are formulated to nourish, protect, and revitalize hair, adding smoothness, shine, and protection from environmental damage. These oils are suitable for all hair types, providing deep hydration, strength, and heat protection. With a variety of options, including Elixir Ultime and the Chronologiste line, each product in the kerastase hair oil collection targets specific needs to help you achieve luxurious, manageable hair.

The AHS Haircare Difference

1. Expertly Curated Products:

At AHS Haircare, we ensure that every product we offer meets the highest standards. Our team carefully selects Kerastase hair oils for our customers, allowing you to shop confidently, knowing you’re getting premium, salon-quality products.

2. Convenient Online Shopping Experience:

With AHS Haircare's user-friendly website ahshaircare.com.au, exploring and purchasing Kerastase hair oils has never been easier. Simply browse our Kerastase collection to find the right oil for your hair type and add it to your cart. Enjoy the ease of online shopping with the added convenience of fast shipping right to your door.

3. Dedicated Customer Service:

Located at Shop 2, 722 Centre Rd, Bentleigh East, VIC 3165, AHS Haircare provides outstanding customer support. If you have questions about Kerastase products or need guidance, reach out to our friendly team at (03) 9579-2377. We’re here to ensure you find the perfect hair care solution.

What Makes AHS Haircare the Best Choice for Kerastase Hair Oils?

Authenticity You Can Trust:

We are committed to providing only genuine Kerastase products, so you can enjoy the full benefits of these premium formulas without worry.

Affordable Prices with Regular Offers:

At AHS Haircare, we strive to make luxury accessible. Enjoy competitive prices on Kerastase hair oils along with regular promotions, so you can achieve salon-worthy hair without stretching your budget.

Expert Knowledge at Your Fingertips:

Our team understands hair care and can recommend the best Kerastase hair oil for your specific hair type and needs, from frizz control to deep nourishment.

Visit AHS Haircare for the Finest in Hair Care

If you’re searching for the ultimate in hair nourishment and shine, AHS Haircare’s selection of Kerastase hair oils has you covered. Our dedication to quality products, excellent service, and unbeatable convenience makes us the preferred choice for hair care enthusiasts. Visit our website ahshaircare.com.au to explore our Kerastase collection and elevate your hair care routine with the best products on the market.

Contact Us:

Phone: (03) 9579-2377

Address: Shop 2, 722 Centre Rd, Bentleigh East, VIC 3165

Explore AHS Haircare’s Kerastase hair oils today, and experience hair care that truly transforms!

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A Complete Guide to Choosing the Best Fish Oil Capsules in India

Fish oil supplements are increasingly gaining attention for their powerful health benefits, especially among Indians seeking a natural boost to their wellness routines. Rich in essential omega-3 fatty acids, fish oil capsules support a range of health functions, from heart and brain health to joint and skin improvement. With so many options available, it’s important to identify the best fish oil capsules in India that align with your health goals.

Why Add Fish Oil Capsules to Your Daily Routine? Fish oil capsules provide a convenient way to incorporate omega-3 fatty acids—especially EPA (eicosapentaenoic acid) and DHA (docosahexaenoic acid)—into your diet. These nutrients are crucial for optimal health but are often lacking in our diets. Here’s how omega-3 can benefit you:

Improved Heart Health: Regular intake of omega-3 helps manage triglycerides, supports arterial health, and can lower the risk of heart-related issues. Enhanced Brain Performance: DHA is vital for cognitive health, supporting memory, focus, and reducing age-related cognitive decline. Joint and Muscle Comfort: Omega-3’s anti-inflammatory properties help reduce stiffness and support mobility, which can benefit those with arthritis. Skin and Hair Hydration: Fish oil promotes skin hydration, elasticity, and hair strength, improving your overall appearance and health. Factors to Consider for Selecting the Best Fish Oil Capsules in India To gain the most from fish oil supplements, selecting a high-quality product is essential. Here’s what to look for:

Potent EPA and DHA Levels The effectiveness of fish oil largely depends on its EPA and DHA content. Choose a product with a strong dose—ideally over 500 mg of combined EPA and DHA per serving.

Purity and Freshness Check if the product has been purified to remove potential toxins like mercury and lead. Reputable brands usually offer third-party test results to confirm their product’s purity.

Sourcing and Sustainability Look for brands that responsibly source their fish from safe, clean environments. Certifications for sustainable fishing practices are an added bonus, ensuring a low environmental impact.

Capsule Quality Many high-quality fish oil capsules are enteric-coated, preventing a fishy aftertaste and making them gentler on the stomach.

Brand Trustworthiness Reliable brands are transparent about their sourcing and production processes. Reading customer reviews is also a helpful way to gauge product satisfaction.

Top 5 Best Fish Oil Capsules in India Based on purity, quality, and user feedback, here are some of the best fish oil capsules available in India:

1. WOW Life Science Omega-3 Fish Oil Product Highlights

High concentration with 1000 mg EPA and 750 mg DHA per dose Enteric-coated to prevent aftertaste Manufactured in GMP-certified facilities Benefits A potent choice for those needing high omega-3 levels for heart and brain support. WOW's formulation is recognized for purity and user satisfaction, providing high value for the price.

2. MuscleBlaze Omega-3 Fish Oil Product Highlights

Offers 180 mg EPA and 120 mg DHA per capsule Derived from high-quality deep-sea fish Affordable option with positive feedback Benefits Ideal for active individuals and fitness enthusiasts. This product supports recovery, joint flexibility, and offers a balanced omega-3 dose at an affordable price.

3. Neuherbs Deep Sea Fish Oil Omega-3 Product Highlights

Contains 500 mg EPA and 300 mg DHA per serving Tested for purity, free from harmful contaminants Soft gel capsules for easier consumption Benefits Great for those who prioritize health and safety, Neuherbs ensures quality through rigorous testing, making it a suitable choice for those sensitive to additives or impurities.

4. HealthKart Omega-3 Fish Oil Product Highlights

Moderate dose of 180 mg EPA and 120 mg DHA per capsule Sourced responsibly from clean, certified fisheries Budget-friendly and widely available Benefits A great introductory option, HealthKart offers a reliable, moderate omega-3 dose. It’s well-suited for everyday users looking to maintain general health without a high concentration.

5. TrueBasics Omega-3 Fish Oil Product Highlights

Contains 1250 mg fish oil with 625 mg EPA and 450 mg DHA per dose Purified using molecular distillation for added safety Supports cardiovascular, joint, and cognitive health Benefits Perfect for users seeking a high-potency option. TrueBasics’ premium formula is ideal for individuals with specific health goals, like intensive heart and brain support.

How to Get the Most from Fish Oil Capsules Including fish oil capsules in your wellness routine can be highly beneficial, but proper use is key. Here’s a quick guide:

Dosage: Begin with one capsule daily, usually around 1000 mg, adjusting as per health needs and doctor’s advice. Timing: Take capsules with meals for optimal absorption and reduced risk of aftertaste. Consistency: Daily intake is essential for building omega-3 levels in the body. Commonly Asked Questions 1. Can fish oil capsules be taken by everyone? Yes, but children, pregnant women, and people with certain health conditions should consult a doctor first.

2. Are there vegetarian alternatives? Yes! Flaxseed and algae oil provide similar omega-3 benefits for those who prefer a plant-based option.

3. How long to see results? Improvements in joint pain, skin, and overall wellness typically take a few weeks of consistent use.

Conclusion Finding the best fish oil capsules in India can make a substantial difference in your health journey. Whether you’re looking to support heart health, enhance cognitive function, or improve skin and joint health, selecting a quality omega-3 supplement can help you reach these goals. Options like WOW, MuscleBlaze, and Neuherbs offer excellent choices tailored to diverse needs and budgets.

Incorporating a high-quality fish oil supplement into your routine may bring lasting health improvements over time. Always consult with a healthcare professional to determine the right dosage and product for your needs, ensuring the best possible outcome from your supplement.

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Easy and Effective Car Detailing at Home: Step-by-Step Guide

Car Detailing  At Home can be challenging. Especially if you are used to hiring professional car detailing services. But with the right steps and furniture, You can leave your amazing car at home! 

Here’s a guide on how to do Car Detailing at Home and not spending too much.

1. Gather your Supplies.

Before you begin Gather everything you need to detail your car at home:

Washing materials: Use a pH-balanced car wash shampoo, microfiber lubricant. and the two-tank cleaning method (One for soap and one for washing) to avoid scratches.

Dry Towels: Opt for microfiber or soft towels to dry quickly and without stains.

Cleaning the interior: Use Vacuum cleaner, glass cleaner and a microfiber cloth for thorough cleaning.

Exterior Protection: Wax or sealant will help protect the exterior of your vehicle and keep it shiny.

2. Start from the Exterior Detailing.

Start by detailing the exterior of your vehicle with with these steps:

Wash or Car: Apply evenly to the outer edges to remove loose hair. And rinse thoroughly immediately with pH-Balanced Car Wash and Microfiber Oil. Top wash frequency to keep away from scratches.

Clay Bar Treatment: If your vehicle’s paint seems difficult Use a lubricated clay bar to get rid of embedded rubber and flip the tire right into a easy surface.

Polish: For minor scratches, buff the car with a two-nook polish or microfiber sprucing device to repair shine.

Wax or Sealer: Use wax or sealer to protect the ink from UV rays and contaminants. Use the foam and gloss brush along with a microfiber cloth to smooth and protect the surface.

3. Clean like wheels and tires

Wheels and tires also require special care:

Tire Dressing: Wash your tires and prime the tread to keep them shiny, looking new, and protect them from damage from UV rays.

4. Describe the interior decoration.

After the exterior Car Detailing, go to the inside:

Vacuum Cleaner: Use a vacuum cleaner with attachment to reach all areas. It includes seat cushions, rugs, and floor cushions.

Surface cleaning equipment: Use an all-purpose cleaning solution on various surfaces. Including Sprint and center console. Then wipe with a microfiber cloth.

Upholstery maintenance: Use upholstery cleaner or leather cloth cleaner. To hold the cushion smooth and stain-loose.

5. Touch the end line

Detail your automobile with those very last steps:

Clean home windows: Use glass purifier and a microfiber fabric to hold home windows smudge-loose interior and out.

Add Fragrance: Consider the usage of an air freshener to make the indoors odor nice.

CONCLUSION

Car decorations at home are a budget-friendly way to keep your car looking its best. Follow these steps and you’ll instantly get professional-looking results in your driveway. Knowing the ins and outs of your car yourself will give you the satisfaction of maintaining it on your own terms.

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The Best Shampoo for Hair: Finding Your Perfect Match

When it comes to hair care, the shampoo you choose can make a big difference in how healthy, shiny, and manageable your hair looks and feels. The best shampoos do more than just clean; they also nourish and protect your hair, addressing specific needs like volume, hydration, or repair. In this blog, we’ll dive into what makes a shampoo great, break down some of the best options for different hair types, and offer tips on choosing the perfect one for you.

Why Choosing the Right Shampoo Matters

Your shampoo is the foundation of your hair care routine. While all shampoos aim to remove dirt, oil, and product buildup, the right shampoo can address your unique hair concerns. Whether you’re dealing with dryness, frizz, thinning, or color-treated hair, using a shampoo tailored to your needs can improve your hair’s health, texture, and appearance over time. The wrong shampoo, however, can strip your hair of its natural oils, leaving it dry and prone to breakage.

Top Shampoos for Every Hair Type

For Dry and Damaged Hair: Olaplex No. 4 Bond Maintenance ShampooKnown for its bond-building technology, Olaplex No. 4 is ideal for those with dry or damaged hair. This shampoo helps repair and maintain hair’s structure by re-linking broken bonds, making it a must-have for anyone who uses heat styling tools or has chemically treated hair. Plus, it’s sulfate-free and highly moisturizing, so it won’t dry out your strands.

For Curly Hair: DevaCurl No-Poo Original Zero Lather Conditioning CleanserDevaCurl No-Poo is a game-changer for curly hair. This conditioning cleanser doesn’t lather like traditional shampoos, but it effectively cleans the scalp without stripping away essential moisture. Enriched with grapeseed oil and peppermint oil, it hydrates and defines curls, leaving them soft, bouncy, and frizz-free.

For Oily Hair: Neutrogena Anti-Residue ShampooIf you have oily hair, a buildup of products can make it even greasier. Neutrogena’s Anti-Residue Shampoo is designed to clarify and detox your scalp, removing buildup without stripping hair completely. Use it once a week as a deep cleanser to refresh your hair and scalp, giving it that light, clean feeling.

For Color-Treated Hair: Pureology Hydrate ShampooColor-treated hair needs a gentle touch, and Pureology Hydrate Shampoo is specially formulated for this purpose. Sulfate-free and packed with natural extracts, it’s designed to protect your color while providing deep hydration. With ingredients like jojoba, green tea, and sage, this shampoo leaves hair soft and vibrant without fading your color.

For Fine or Thinning Hair: OGX Biotin & Collagen ShampooIf your hair is thin or lacks volume, OGX’s Biotin & Collagen Shampoo is a great option. Biotin strengthens each strand, while collagen adds thickness and volume. The lightweight formula won’t weigh hair down, giving fine hair a fuller, bouncier appearance. It’s a budget-friendly option that delivers impressive results.

How to Choose the Best Shampoo for Your Hair Type

Choosing the right shampoo starts with understanding your hair type and specific needs. Here’s a quick guide to finding the right match:

Dry or Damaged Hair: Look for moisturizing and repairing shampoos with hydrating ingredients like shea butter, argan oil, or keratin. Avoid shampoos with sulfates, as these can strip moisture from your hair.

Oily Hair: Opt for clarifying or volumizing shampoos that cleanse deeply without leaving residue. Avoid heavy, moisturizing shampoos that may add unnecessary oil.

Curly or Textured Hair: Choose sulfate-free shampoos designed for curly hair, often labeled as "no-poo" or "low-poo" options. These formulas help keep curls hydrated and defined.

Color-Treated Hair: Stick to sulfate-free shampoos that are labeled as color-safe. Look for shampoos that offer UV protection and antioxidants to prevent fading.

Fine or Thinning Hair: Go for volumizing shampoos with lightweight formulas. Ingredients like biotin and collagen can help add volume and strength without weighing hair down.

Tips for Shampooing Your Hair Correctly

Start with Wet Hair: Always wet your hair thoroughly before applying shampoo. This helps the shampoo spread more easily and evenly.

Focus on the Scalp: Concentrate on massaging the best shampoo for hair into your scalp, as this is where oil and dirt accumulate. The shampoo will naturally cleanse the lengths of your hair as you rinse.

Rinse Well: Make sure to rinse thoroughly to avoid any residue, which can make hair feel heavy or greasy.

Use Conditioner: Follow up with a conditioner that complements your shampoo. Focus on the mid-lengths and ends to keep them moisturized and protected.

Conclusion

Finding the best shampoo for hair can elevate your hair care routine and lead to healthier, more beautiful hair. Whether you’re dealing with dryness, color-treated strands, or the need for more volume, there’s a shampoo out there to meet your needs. Choose a shampoo that aligns with your hair goals, and don’t be afraid to experiment until you find the perfect match. With the right shampoo, you’ll be on your way to achieving the healthy, radiant hair you’ve always wanted.