#but I like just to moisturize and use a serum that feels nice and is probably too expensive

[thevikingwoman]

dead tired of getting shapewear and antiaging ads in my feeds

[bi-writes]

ok simon and his mail order bride live rent-free in my head now and, like, what i wanna know is what their anniversaries look like? not just their one year anniversary, but also their fifth or tenth? how does it change as they settle into that deep comfortability that comes with being with someone a long time? -391780

this piece i still consider canon mail-order bride, but i see it almost as an extra than a continuation of the current story since it is very much in the future of that timeline. <3

mail-order bride

it's difficult to see the potential of something so mangled. sometimes things are so worn out and so used that they don't reflect what their purpose was. instead of function, they see flaw. instead of value, they see waste.

sometimes you wonder if that's what they saw in you. sometimes you wonder if that's why you were given to him.

that's what they made him. simon was a tortured dog they let loose. they saw value, but only what was left, and perhaps they thought something like you might help them squeeze just that little bit more out of him. one more year. one more op.

the sunlight wakes you up. you forgot to pull the blinds, but when you see simon sleeping peacefully next to you, it's worth it to be up so early. you know as soon as you move, he will wake, so you keep still for just a few more minutes.

today marks ten. he doesn't look much older. he seems to have stopped aging ever since you asked him to put in his papers.

like always, as soon as you sit up, simon blinks awake. he's bleary, but conscious, and when your eyes meet, you smile at him. he lifts his big hand and rubs your back gently. you don't speak any words so early in the morning, but you don't have to. there isn't much to say when the love of your life loves you, and you love them back.

you push the blankets off, giggling when you reveal the black and orange balls of fur that blink up at you. they almost seem irritated that you interrupted their sleep, snuggled in the heat that simon radiated. they'll just have to deal with it.

you drag your hand down simon's leg wordlessly. you hear his deep breaths from behind, and you reach into your bedside table to press a little balm into your hand before spreading the ointment across his knee and under it. you work it into the muscles nice and slow; any faster, and simon will hitch his breath in pain, and you'll have to start over.

you kiss his knee before laying back down, settling into his side, and you lift up your left hand, wiggling your fingers knowingly at him before looking up towards his face. he smiles down at you sleepily, raising his hand to cup your fingers.

"still love me?" you ask softly, and simon pretends to think about.

"mmm..." he rumbles. "still love ya."

"but do you still like me?"

"more everyday."

the first few years were spent trying to play catch-up. fancy dinners, expensive gifts, handwritten letters that could've been novels to try and stuff the love you have for each other all in one night. they were all wonderful; you think about those nights all the time, and you cherish the gifts he's given you like they are a part of you, but today feels different.

today might not be just another day, but it's just as special as yesterday. and the day before that. and the day before that.

when it's time to really wake up, you let simon guide you. he walks easy, barely a limp, and he sits you down at your vanity to help you do your hair as you add your serums and moisturizers. he's good with that brush, running it through gently, parting your hair the way you like so he can tie it up. he'd braid your hair if you asked him to (he said it wasn't unlike all the knots he knows how to tie--and he meant it, no one dutch braids like him), but you know your show came out last night, and you want to watch them with the scones you have proofing in the fridge.

he makes the coffee and tea while you set the scones in the oven. you fill the cat's bowls while he cleans out the water fountain. it's wordless, the morning routine, but you like the times when you brush by him. when your arm runs against his. when your hands bump going for the same cabinet. when he leans down as he passes you, kissing along your jaw before he keeps walking.

bliss. fucking bliss.

he's waiting for you in the living room once you pull the scones out of the oven. your coffee sits on the table on its coaster, in your favorite mug, and he's under your blanket as he flips through the tv. he already knows what you'll want to watch, and you bite back your smile when you notice him typing it into the search bar because he didn't see it when he scrolled past (you keep telling him to wear his glasses, but he'll never listen).

you take a seat next to him, thumbing at his cheek, and he takes a scone off the plate before biting into it. he smiles when he tastes chocolate, looking at you knowingly, and you reach for his hand as you settle against his chest.

you used to be mangled, too. a mess. pretty on the outside, dying on the inside. all fried wires, a traumatized animal, learned behavior of relieve and appease that kept you out of trouble and out of sight.

you have never seen simon this way. and simon has never seen you this way. no hopeless potential. no wasted space. no diminishing value.

i matter because you matter. you matter because i matter.

hidden, not broken. disguised, not incomplete. you did not have jagged edges, only armor that you tried to put up to protect yourself.

you tip your head back to look up at him, and when he cups your jaw to stare back at you, you're relieved by what you see in his eyes.

ten years. it will be nothing like forever. it will be nothing like your next life, nor like the life after that. it's comforting to know what home looks like. maybe you will recognize it the way you recognized it in this life.

no, that can't be it.

you recognized it because it had already happened. in some other time, in some other place, you were sitting where you sit now, looking at simon the way you look at him now.

you knew who he was before you even met him, and you will know who he is when you meet him again.

[hxney-lemcn]

True Beauty — Vil Schoenheit x gn! reader

summary: a simple sleepover had Vil questioning how you made him feel.

tw: none (maybe not the best characterization of Vil's thought process but this is cute so...)

a/n: just a small thought I needed to get out.

wc: 0.5k

Master List

“He is not pretty,” You said with a judgmental look on your face.

“Are you blind?” Vil asked back, raising one of his perfect eyebrows. “Look at his jawline, the impeccable makeup, the fashion style!”

“He cheated on his partner!” You shot back, nearly causing Vil to mess up his application serum to your skin. His light colored eyes narrowed, silently warning you to stay still.

“That may be, but that has nothing to do with his looks,” Vil countered, carefully picking out an eye cream that would suit you. 

The two of you were having a sleepover…well that's what you were calling it. Vil had simply offered you help with your night routine since ‘your skin looked puffy’ (you hadn’t seen a difference but this was Vil we’re talking about). You managed to convince Vil to put on a show in the background and he had simply pointed out the main antagonist looked attractive, which led to this mini-argument. 

“Wrong,” You stated, making a buzzer noise. “Personality is everything. Yeah I can see what you mean physically, but he ruined his looks with his actions. He’s the ugliest character ever because of what he did.” Vil paused his actions, blinking at you. He genuinely was caught off guard by what you said. His entire life he felt pressured to look perfect, it didn’t matter how a person would act. He had always wanted a starring role, a role that was painted as a hero, yet he was always shot down because he ‘looked’ like a villain. So you stating that you saw the world differently, that you judged others mainly on actions instead of looks, he found himself speechless for once. 

“Yet you’ve fallen for my charms,” Vil tried to rebuttal, ignoring the weird warmth that tried to consume him. You were such a strange person, he still couldn’t wrap his head around you…but he supposes that was your appeal. 

“Yeah,” You shrugged, pulling back as Vil finished putting a really good smelling moisturizer on you. “Because you’re really nice. I mean you literally just used skin care products on me that cost more than my life.” 

Once again you had managed to make his heart stutter and he hated you for it (not really, he’s just being a drama queen). You said it so casually, do you not realize just what that meant to him? He always felt like he had to prove himself, make himself look the most beautiful, work hard for his place, yet you had managed to carelessly toss it to the side with such a simple statement. With a simple belief. You sat across from him as he wore no makeup, his hair messy (it was perfect even if it was casual), and in pajamas (they were the most expensive pajamas you had ever seen), yet your eyes held nothing but adoration. 

“Can I do yours now?” You asked, like you hadn’t just shaken his entire world. Typically he’d deny such a request…but he found his resolve crumbling under your warm smile.

Just what were you doing to him?

[dckweed]

tiktok made me do it!gf x tf141 bf

or, the boys sit through what is possibly torture for them while you have fun for your fans

Captain Price – "pushin’ your luck"

"Sweetheart, I don’t need this," John grumbles, arms crossed over his chest as he sits stiffly on the edge of your bed. He looks offended at the sheer amount of products laid out in front of him. Cleansers, serums, moisturizers—things he swears are all the same damn thing just in different bottles.

"John," you sigh, placing your hands on your hips. "Baby. You wash your face with bar soap."

"Aye, and it's worked fine for years." He shrugs like he hasn't just committed the ultimate skincare crime.

You suck in a deep breath, placing your hands together like you’re about to pray for patience. "My followers have been begging for this. If you love me, you’ll let me do it."

His eyes narrow. "You play dirty, y'know that?"

"And yet, here you are, still in love with me," you quip, already grabbing the cleanser. "Now shut up and let me work my magic."

He lets out a long-suffering sigh, sitting back as you start massaging the cleanser onto his face. His eyes are sharp, watching you like you might suddenly pull out a torture device instead of a fluffy towel.

But the moment your fingers start working over his skin, pressing in gentle circles, his body relaxes—slightly.

"See?" you tease. "Not so bad, is it?"

"Hmph," he grunts. "Just... didn’t expect it to feel this nice, is all."

You smile smugly, wiping away the cleanser. "Bet your skin is screaming in relief."

"Bet you're pushin' your luck," he grumbles, but there's no real heat behind it.

By the time you get to the moisturizer, he's already resigned to his fate, eyes half-lidded and voice a little softer. "This gonna make me look younger?"

You smirk, smoothing the product into his beard. "Honey, at your age, we’re just trying to pause the clock, not turn it back."

Price's eyes snap open. "You little—"

"Shhh," you press a finger to his lips. "Skincare is a peaceful activity. Don’t ruin it."

He grumbles, but when you kiss his freshly moisturized cheek, he just sighs and lets it go.

Mission accomplished.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "caveman”

"You do know what moisturizer is, right?"

Gaz squints at you through the front camera of your phone as you start the live stream, your followers already piling in with comments. He’s sitting on the couch, arms slung over the backrest, looking suspicious as hell.

"Babe, I’m not a caveman," he scoffs.

"You use three-in-one shampoo. You are a caveman."

The chat blows up with laughter as Gaz gapes at you, pointing an accusing finger. "You said it was fine!"

"I said it was fine at the time!" you correct. "Now I’m realizing I should have been deeply concerned!"

He groans as you squeeze some cleanser into your hands. "Alright, alright, just get it over with."

You work the cleanser into his face, smirking at the way his brows scrunch up. "Feels weird," he mutters.

"It’s called taking care of yourself, Kyle."

He scoffs. "I take care of myself just fine."

"Babe," you say slowly, voice laced with judgment, "the other day you asked me if exfoliating meant rubbing your face on a towel really hard."

Gaz immediately flushes. "Alright, y’know what? I think this stream is over."

But the chat is loving it, begging for you to keep going. When you pull out the face mask, his eyes widen.

"Wait, wait—is that pink?"

"It’s rose clay—"

"Oh, hell no—"

"KYLE."

He groans dramatically, throwing his head back. "I hate this. I hate all of this."

You tap his chin with your brush. "Hush, or I’ll tell them about the time you fell asleep on the toilet."

His eyes snap open, betrayal written all over his face. "You wouldn’t."

Your smirk says it all.

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "war paint”

"You promise you won’t post this?"

Simon eyes you warily from the couch, his arms resting on his lap. His balaclava is off—a rare sight. But for you? He always bends.

"I won’t," you say, not-so-subtly hiding your phone behind a pillow.

He huffs. "Bloody liar."

You giggle, patting his cheek as you start rubbing in the cleanser. "You’re so dramatic."

"You’re rubbing weird gunk on my face," he mutters, but his eyes are soft, watching you with something dangerously close to adoration.

"Skincare," you correct.

"Might as well be bloody war paint."

"Hey, whatever helps you sit still."

He hums, and when you start massaging in the moisturizer, you swear you feel him melt just a little.

"That good, huh?" you tease.

"...’s nice," he mumbles.

You grin.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "good girl"

"You’re enjoying this way too much," Soap mutters as you sit on his lap, carefully rubbing cleanser onto his face.

"You like that I enjoy it," you shoot back, smug.

He smirks. "Aye, maybe I do."

Your followers are already losing their minds in the comments, obsessed with the fact that Soap is just letting you manhandle his face.

When you pull out the face mask, he quirks a brow. "What's that?"

"A charcoal mask," you say innocently.

"You puttin' mud on me, lass?"

"Yes."

He stares. "You’re lucky I love you."

You grin, brushing the mask onto his nose. "You love me so much."

Soap smirks. "Aye, but keep pushin’, and I might have to remind you who’s in charge after this."

Your face heats. Your followers notice.

Comments flood in—"WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT??"

You gulp. Soap chuckles.

"Good girl," he murmurs, amused.

And that is the moment you end the stream.

[emmyrosee]

After begging and begging for sooo long (it only took him 5 minutes to agree cause he can’t resist ur puupy eyes) he finally agrees to let u do makeup or skincare on him.

-Anon🥢

You slip on a little headband for him, brushing whatever hair out of his face before giving him a pat on the cheeks comically, making him shrink up.

“Please, don’t make me regret this,” he murmurs, and you offer him a kiss on his cheek, to both, reassure him and humor him, just a little.

“Trust me,” you hum. “You get into a good skincare routine, you’ll be obsessed with it.”

“Is that why you spend all our money on this?” He chuckles. You nod and he sighs, motioning for you to begin your process on his skin.

You wet a warm wash cloth and dab it gently on his skin, making it damp enough for the cleanser to foam slightly. When you’re done, you grab some of your cleanser and work it into the skin, trying to ignore how cute he is nuzzling into your palm.

“Feels nice,” he says.

“See?” You hum. “It’s good for you too.”

When the cleanser has fully frothed, you wash his face again with the washcloth, rolling the fabric over his cheeks to soak up the suds from his now clean skin. You fan your hands to let it air dry, and he snickers and bats your hands away, “listen I can’t afford a black eye.”

“I would never,” you assure. Then, your fingers latch onto his cheek and pull, and he whines along with his grin. “Wouldn’t want to taint this pwetty face, hmm?”

“I’d hope not,” he says, shaking out of your hold. “What’s next?”

“Serums,” you answer, grabbing the small glass bottle, “I’ll give you a nice hydrating one, so your skin doesn’t fall off.”

“…what.”

“Yeah, acids can make your skin fall off,” you lie. But the way his eyes widen makes you laugh and break the facade, causing him to soften and let out a sigh.

“You know, you’re really good at making me regret bonding with you,” he grumbles.

You shush him softly, “you’re safe now, don’t worry. But acids would help the little black heads on your nose…” without warning, you move your fingers up to try and squeeze his nose, causing him to reel back with a small yelp, “please let me pop one.”

“No! Heel!” He panics. “God, just finish the routine, I’m scared of you now.”

“Fine, fine,” you relent, using the pipette to dribble some of the hydrating serum onto your palms. You rub it slightly to emulsify before softly patting it onto his skin, smiling at the way he angles into your touch. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“I just like the way your hands feel,” he murmurs. “It’s nice when you’re not trying to attack me.”

“One of these days, you’re going to let me at your pores, and then you’ll really hate the way my hands feel.”

“Is there any way I can talk you out of it?”

“No.”

He takes a deep breath in to ground himself while you scoop a healthy mixture of moisturizer in your hand.

“I already dread the day.”

———

hq: tanaka, kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa, ushijima, semi, akaashi (whiney baby) atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa

bnha: bakugou, shinsou, sero, dabi, aizawa

jjk: megumi, geto, toji, shiu

tr: mikey, mitsuya, draken, baji

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's guide to winter⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❄️💕

winter is my SEASON. as a december baby and a certified winter princess im qualified to talk about to have the most princessy, sugary winter that you've ever had and were gonna explore just that in this post…💬🎀

WINTER BEAUTY ;

when i think of winter beauty i think of glittery, shimmery eyelids and frosty pink lips. glittery nails, long dolly lashes, and LOTS and lots of ribbons and furry accessories. winter beauty is about looking fabulously flushed from the cold, looking and feeling like a glittery winter fairy ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅💕

lets start off with the makeup. first and foremost wash ur face and prep ur skin cuz it makes ur makeup look 10x better…💬🎀

♡ prime and prep ur skin ♡ put on ur foundation

when putting on foundation it helps to apply the product onto the top of ur hand and apply with a brush for more coverage 💓🍨

♡ next, use some concealer as needed ♡ fill in ur brows

♡ now feel free to prep ur eye lids if u have some redness, but we're gonna go in with an icy eyeshadow. for this look lets do a light blueish grey tone and just put that all over our eyelid

♡ put a darker blue color on the outer corner of ur eyes, and very gently blend outwards towards ur brows as u see in the first photo above. then go in with an angelic light blue on the inner area of ur eyelid (not the inner corner) ♡ use a bit of eyeliner to make ur eyes stand-out

this makeup look is focused highly on the EYES and the lips so feel free to do ur face as u normally would, contouring, blush etc ❄️🍧

♡ go in with some GLITTERY eyeshadow to make ur eyes shine and you can NEVER have enough shimmer ♡ next put on some half lashes because they rly pull this look together and dont forget to apply mascara onto ur lower lashes to make ur eyes look fuller ♡ a little highlight under ur brows for that blingy 2000's look

now lets talk about how to do the PERFECT FROSTY LIP. u wanna start by outlining ur lips with a lip liner that is on the rosier side. nyx has a lot of good ones like that. go in with a baby pinkish or a light pink lipstick (i say both these things cuz you'll know what looks good on u) and finish off with a shimmery lipgloss

furthermore we need a yummy winter scent! invest in some yummy scents like…💬🎀

♡ soft, powdery scents

♡ warm cashmeres and cake scents

♡ the bath and body works snowflakes and cashmere scent specifically is so nostalgic to me

♡ frosty petal and berry scents

we should also be prepared to protect our gorgeous doll skin from the harsh winter weather so make sure that ur doing ur skincare accordingly! look for creamy, hydrating formulas and make sure to cleanse gently in little circles ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ after you've cleansed, use a nice rich serum to keep ur skin plump and hydrated and NOT dry.

another thing, chapped lips are a NO this winter so make sure that ur walking around with ur yummy chapstick to protect ur lips from the cold and keep them pillowy soft…💬🎀

♡ creamy lipglosses

♡ whipped soaps and body butters

WINTER ESSENTIALS ;

during the winter time, use a lotion that is on the thicker side because we should be moisturized all year round but ESPECIALLY in the winter. because its so cold, lean towards lotions that are thicker and creamier. also look out for lotions that have oils, or glycerin/sodium lactate (these are all humectants and they're FANTASTIC for hydrating ur skin).

♡ thick lotions, creams and body butters

♡ a christmas wishlist written in a pink glitter gel pen OR a fluffy pink pen

♡ chapstick and LOTS of shimmery lipgloss

♡ herbal teas and supplements

during the winter time, there we're exposed to reduced sunlight, and seasonal illnesses. and that not hot!! so make sure that ur taking supplements like vitamin D (cuz during the winter time, we tend to spend more time indoors and have less exposure to sunlight, which is crucial for vitamin D synthesis) ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ along with other things like zinc, elderberry, and other probiotics.

DISCLAIMER : its crucial for u to do ur own research when it comes to ur health so make sure that u do that before applying anything that u learn on the internet for ur own safety!…💬🎀

some teas that i recommend in the winter time is ginger tea, peppermint tea and lemon balm tea. i also rly love rosehip tea cuz it is SUCH a treat 💕

♡ hot chocolate with pink marshmallows and whipped cream

♡ a bouncy blowout

♡ big fluffy lashes

WINTER FASHION ;

winter is literally THEE season for over the top accessories like earmuffs and mittens. invest in some super cute fluffy earmuffs and gloves, fluffy boots and puffy coats with fur trimmed that are cinched at the waist to look like an adorable winter doll! mini skirts, tights and leg warmer combo is also very doll for the winter.

this winter we're giving the baby pink and white color scheme, with long silky hair, icy pink lips, victoria's secret pink perfumes and BODY GLITTER…💬🎀

on the winter wardrobe shopping list/checklist we have thick tights and stockings, thick comfy pajamas, a couple or more cute pairs of boots, a winter coat etc.

ribbons

legwarmers

thick tights

thick stockings

comfy pjs

boots

adorable winter coat

fur coat

some more things that are rly winter-esque in fashion are those fur coats. they're SO luxurious and so pretty + they keep u warm so they're an absolute STAPLE when it comes to winter fashion. look for things that are FUZZY cuz they rly radiate those amazing winter vibes.

WINTER MOOD BOARDS ;

PREPPING FOR WINTER ;

♡ buy some new body scrubs. because its so cold and we're usually covering up more during the winter months, its the perfect opportunity to work on and perfect ur body care routine so dont neglect that

♡ buy a nice fuzzy blanket or one of those heated blankets cuz shit gets cold, and we wanna stay as warm and toasty as possible 💕

[croucify]

✶ selfcare — 2hollis x youtuber!reader

SUMMARY: filming a self-care night vlog, but your boyfriend decides to join in

WARNINGS: established relationship, hollis & reader sort of live together ???

A/N: not proofread and i've been loving hollis recently!! we need more fics of him so here's this! <2

"hey you guys, i know it's been a while since i've been on here," you were seen on the camera with a set of your pajamas and your hair damp as if you just got out of a shower.

the lights were a bit dim in your room but you were still seen. "aaaand my life has been very... well, challenging." you fiddle your fingers as you spoke.

"so! today i'm taking you guys for a self care night with me while i talk about my life recently."

you set the camera on a different place as your things were all laid out on your vanity.

"i don't know if you guys can tell but i already had my shower for tonight so i'm going straight to my night routine." you say while going through the drawers.

you put out face masks and eye masks then placing them on the table. you reached for some of the skincare products you use—particularly your toner, moisturizer, serum, and lip balm.

"i'll be prepping my skin first before i put on the masks since hollis messaged that he was on the way home already," you told the camera as you sat up straight now.

you opened your toner, pouring a few on your hand then dabbing it all over your face, "i've been doing my routine with my boyfriend more often cause he said it makes him feel better,"

"and it's been more fun for me as well because he's like a life-sized barbie doll," you continued talking and you smile as you think of him and the first time you did the routine together. "he doesn't know it but it's one of the parts in my day that i look forward to the most,"

"but enough about hollis, life has been very hectic recently, like everything has been getting to my head and all the work i need to do has brought my mental health down," you tried your best not to show any sadness on camera as you start to feel tears well up but it ends up falling anyway when you blink.

you try to let out a chuckle as you wipe the tear, "it just gets overwhelming at times but i always keep in mind who i am doing this for and to always take breaks, just like what i'm doing tonight!"

you continued to talk more about your life, work collaborations, and did some parts of your skincare while doing so.

then the camera angle changes and so does the background.

you were now in your kitchen and taking out a glass and opening your drawers.

"i don't really do this at night usually but i'll be making matcha for the people requesting my recipe," you continued talking as you got more things around the area, voice a bit faint from the distance.

now, you had a box of milk and a glass container with green powder in it. "i've been seeing you guys commenting all over my accounts and i think i owe it to you guys now but please don't expect much, i'm not an expert." you chuckle as you set down the things you got.

as you were about to open the container, the door of your apartment opens and then follows the voice of your boyfriend.

"hey, you still up?" his voice was faint from the distance between the two of you and you hear his keys being set down and then come his footsteps.

"i'm in the kitchen!" you say with a smile, setting the container of matcha powder down.

you hear his footsteps draw nearer and he instantly wraps his arms around you when he gets to you.

"hey," you say, placing a hand ontop of his arm wrapped around your torso.

he places a peck on your temple before pulling away.

"what are you up to?" his hands finding its way to your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

you look up at him, "just filming. i was about to show them how i make my matcha." his eyes find the camera set up against the small vase you had on the counter.

"oh that's nice, hey everyone," he waves to the camera then places a kiss ontop of your head before moving away from you and walking across the kitchen. "can you make me a glass too babe?"

you hum in response and proceed to your matcha recipe while your boyfriend does things on his own.

as filming went on, you felt as if you were just conversing with a friend of yours, even though you were talking to a camera.

when you finished making the drinks, you placed your dirty utensils in the sink before getting back to your room to continue your routine.

right as you get inside, you found your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your bed, hair damp and in a set of clothes that he had left in your place long ago.

"oh you're finally done," he looks up from his phone and his face brightens up as you enter the room. his reaction being caught on camera and you smile.

you hand him his glass of matcha, "here ya go!" you say before going back to the kitchen to get yours.

once your camera was properly set up on your table again, you got your work chair to let hollis sit on while you sit on the chair that came with your vanity.

"so now we got our matcha and we'll be going back to out skincare routine!" you clasp your hands together as you told the camera.

hollis watches you as you speak and take one of the products laid out on the table.

"hollis over here has just gotten out of the shower so i'll be doing the routine i did earlier on him now," you turn to face him as you poured toner on your hands. "but before that i'll be putting on some hair clips on him to keep his hair away from his face."

as you put the clips on and tied back his hair, you decide to ask him questions to not make the video that awkward.

"sooooo, hollis what's your favorite part of the night routine?" you asked as you tied his hair in a loose ponytail.

"you." he says immediately and you roll your eyes which he could see from your mirror.

he chuckles and you sit on your seat again. you open the lid of your toner and he speaks again.

"honestly, it feels good and i get to do this with you and i love it." he looked at you lovingly as you patted his face with the product on your hands.

you just smile, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks.

the two of you spoke more, talking about him touring, his songs, and just talking about whatever topic the two of you could think of. it was like the camera wasn't even there.

once you finished prepping his skin, you took the face masks and showed them to the camera. "now we'll be putting face masks on, hollis you pick which one you want."

he looks between the two packets you were holding and takes the aloe vera one, leaving you with the cucumber one.

"this one looks nice," you place yours on the table and open his first.

"this is kinda my favorite part too, actually, i don't understand what face masks do but i like that they're cold." he chuckles a little as you take out the mask out of its packet.

when the both of you have your face masks on now, you take a sip of your matcha. "usually after this, i just lay in bed and play games on my ipad but since we have a special guest," you glance at him and give the camera a look. "we might just watch tv!"

the next clip was of hollis lying on the bed with his eyes closed while the television played the show you chose to watch.

"he's always like this after coming home from the studio, he does all this, scrolls or watches for a while, then dozes off," you whispered to the camera.

"i guess this is where i end the video, thank you for spending time with me guys." you blew a kiss to the camera and showed hollis one last time.

lmk if u want to be added to the list!!!!

[jjkamochoso]

Okay guys I screwed this up yesterday!! This was a request from @killuagirly and was originally an ask but I accidentally posted it unfinished instead of saving as a draft and had to delete it lol SO here's the request: "Another Feitan request! Feitan with a Female Reader who's dying to 'pretty him up'! He's already gorgeous as is of course, but wouldn't it be so fun to do a morning & nightly routine with him? If she's lucky, Feitan will let her paint his nails! He goes for black when she asks what color he'd like, but maybe with a little pink heart on each ring finger! He wouldn't mind that much, so long as the Troupe doesn't see of course. He'd never hear the end of it."

Here's my answer to the ask: I loved this so much😭❤️ thank you for always bringing me your Feitan ideas, I absolutely love writing for this man🥺❤️ I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!🫶

And finally, here's the fic:

Pretty in Portor

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of violence

Feitan had no clue how he got so easily persuaded by you. It was like you put a spell on him or used some sort of crazy Nen technique to manipulate his actions. Of course, he knew that wasn’t the case—

He just really, really loved you.

That’s why he found himself in your room in the hideout of whatever city the Phantom Troupe had business in this time, wearing a fluffy headband pulling back his bangs while you applied a face mask to his pale skin. You already had your own on, sporting a fluffy headband matching his.

“Why you no ask Machi or Shizuku, even Pakunoda, to do this?”

“They’re not into this kind of stuff,” you whined.

“And I am?” he questioned, prompting you to jokingly swat at him. “You bring in water? I no going out to bathroom to wash off.”

“Of course. I’m not a monster,” you replied. “I won’t make you too uncomfortable as you so sweetly partake in my nightly routine with me.”

“Too late,” he grumbled, earning a gentle flick of the forehead.

After you both rinsed off the mask, you rummaged through your belongings to find the rest of your skincare items. You laid them out on the bed, all of the foreign labels piquing Feitan’s interest.

“What this?” he asked, picking up a small jar.

“I was just looking for that! Thank you,” you said as he handed it to you. “It’s exfoliation for your lips. It gets all the dead skin off and makes them smooth. You want some?”

“Looks sticky. Absolutely not.”

“Your loss.” You giggled mischievously before your voice gained a flirty tone. “You know, if you ever wanna kiss anyone, this is a great way to make sure your lips are smooth.”

Feitan glared at you mercilessly. “Don’t say stupid things.”

“Just a suggestion!” you exclaimed, putting your hands up in defense. You put some of the product on your lips and scrubbed with your finger, taking care to get your lips nice and soft. Feitan busied himself with looking at your array of items, thinking your words over and trying not to blush. His eyes trailed up, sneaking a glance at the way your finger ran over your now moisturized lips as his mind filled with what they might feel like against his own…

He quickly went back to his reading of ingredients on whatever bottle he picked up, trying to shake those thoughts out of his head. You were none the wiser of what he was thinking about, though you couldn’t help but notice that Feitan was a little too engrossed in the bottle of serum he was holding, especially after his not-so-subtle peek at you just a minute ago. You wondered if maybe that could mean he felt the same about you that you did about him? You hadn’t a clue and it didn’t help to ponder over questions you were sure you’d never have answers to, so you picked up a bottle of nail polish to forget your worries for the moment.

“You want your nails done too?” you asked.

“Only if you have black,” he snorted, figuring your girly, pink loving self wouldn’t be caught dead in black nail polish. To his horror, you procured a bottle of his color request and held it up.

“Perfect! I’ll do yours after I do mine.”

Feitan wanted to protest, but knew it was no use. He was a man of his word, after all, so he sat quietly, mindlessly flipping through a book he had brought into your room as you began to paint your nails.

“All done,” you had said after a few minutes. “Your turn!”

Feitan groaned but sat across from you anyway.

“Hand, please,” you told him. He held out his left hand first and you went to work, but not before he almost shivered at the skin-on-skin contact. When both hands were done, two coats of polish and one layer of lotion later, Feitan was impressed with the end result. He had to admit, he was a fan of the dark color contrasting against his skin.

“They look so pretty!” you gushed, fawning over the great job you did with his nails. You grasped his fingers and turned them every which way, inspecting them closely. They looked nice, sure, but they were missing something.

Your eyes lit up. “I know! I can paint a little heart on one of the nails.”

“Anatomical?” He smiled darkly. “Bloody?”

You screwed your nose up in disgust. “No, I was thinking something more like this.”

You picked up a small brush, used for creating tiny details, and dipped it into the pink polish bottle. You then carefully made a few strokes over each of his pinky nails, drawing a dainty heart on each one.

“There,” you said triumphantly. Feitan looked at his nails, confused at how he should feel. On one hand, it was sweet of you to include him in your hobbies and enthusiastically make him participate, but on the other hand, how could you not see how wildly ironic it was, painting cutesy hearts on the nails of a sadistic torturer? The same nails that were normally inflicting pain and misery, caked in blood and other bodily fluids, were now covered in nail polish and sweet smelling lotion, being treated with a tenderness he forgot he had craved for so long. Unfortunately, because there was a “no fighting your fellow Troupe members” rule, Feitan wouldn’t dare to walk out of your room with the nail art; he couldn’t bear the idea of being teased to no end and not being able to shut the person up with violence.

“Tch. Cover it with paint. I no need anyone seeing this.”

“Aww Fei, are you sure?” you pouted. “But you look adorable!”

“No want to look adorable when killing someone. That your job.”

You giggled as you opened the black polish bottle again while the man quickly looked away, trying to hide his sheepishness at the compliment he inadvertently gave you. Now that your last minute art additions were covered, it made it even more special to him. He loved knowing he had your heart, a little piece of you, hidden away in a place only he knew of.

“This is more your style anyway,” you said, smiling softly at his plain black nails. You were about to put the polish back in your bag but before you could do anything, Feitan stopped you.

“Wait. Sit.”

You obliged, curious to know what he was up to. Feitan himself seemed surprised that he spoke up, but nevertheless continued.

“Choose color and give me brush.”

Your stomach fluttered with excitement when you realized he was going to do some nail art on you as well.

“I’ll do black,” you said, “that way we’ll match each other.”

“Gross,” he muttered, feeling his cheeks warm as he studied your splayed out hands in front of him, not daring to peek at your gorgeous face in his flustered state. He busied himself with the brush, starting his art. You decided to wait until he was done before looking at your nails to keep it a surprise. Your eyelashes fluttered closed, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. Feitan, now finished, was going to question why you hadn’t said anything yet but he looked up to see your shut eyes. You looked so peaceful that he wouldn’t be surprised if you were asleep. His gaze darted down to your lips, the skin softer than ever after your exfoliation, and he was so terribly tempted to kiss you. He stared you down, deathly still as he took this time to inspect all of your pretty facial features while he knew for sure you wouldn’t catch him doing so.

“Feitan,” you whispered, his skin erupting in goosebumps at the way you said his name, “are you all done?”

He wanted to say no, have you all to himself as he continued to commit your every fine line and curve of your expression to his memory, but as selfish of a man he was, he didn’t want to make you wait to see his work any longer.

“Open eyes.”

You did what he said, but instead of your nails, your vision was filled with the handsome face of the man you adored to no end.

“So pretty,” you breathed out, getting lost in his gray eyes.

“You haven’t seen nails yet, idiot,” he chided, wishing the acid in his stomach could dissolve the butterflies flying around in it.

“Hmm? Yeah, you’re right,” you replied, finally examining his artistry. You gasped with delight at what you saw. Feitan had drawn a skull, similar to the one on his cowl, on each of your ring fingers.

“They’re perfect! Feitan, I love it! Thank you!” you exclaimed. He was about to answer you but was dumbstruck when you planted a kiss at the corner of his lips before bringing him into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m just so excited! We look so good!” you continued, eventually pulling away from him with a big smile. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to show everyone!”

You ran off, your bunny slippers thumping against the hard floor. Feitan brought his polished fingers to his face where they rested against the spot you had just kissed, letting a lovestruck grin rest on his face.

Your lips were even softer than he dreamed of.

[padmesweetheart]

La Roach What Now?

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Young Wife!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Domestic Life

Word Count: ~2,900

Summary: You surprise Hayden with his own skincare stash after weeks of him stealing yours. But when he tries to get serious about it, things go hilariously sideways.

You’d been patient.

Patient while your serums slowly vanished.

Patient when your moisturizer mysteriously developed a large dent—despite only being used by someone who insisted, “Nah, my face is fine.”

Patient when your fancy vitamin C drops kept ending up on the bathroom counter, uncapped, and next to his toothbrush.

But the final straw?

You walked in one morning to see Hayden—shirtless, tousled, looking unfairly good for 7:04 a.m.—standing in front of the mirror slathering your eye cream across his entire forehead.

You stood in the doorway, blinking.

“That’s not what that’s for,” you said, voice flat.

He looked over, all casual. “I thought this was the good stuff.”

“It is,” you said slowly, “because it’s targeted. For undereyes. Tiny amounts. That bottle cost more than your boots.”

He winced. “…Oh.”

You sighed. “Get out of my cabinet, Skywalker.”

—————

The next day, you came home with a surprise.

A little woven basket, tucked under your arm. Inside:

• A gentle cleanser

• His own moisturizer (“no scent, just vibes”)

• A broad-spectrum SPF (“yes, even in winter”)

• A lightweight serum for hydration

• And, the crown jewel: a bright blue bottle of La Roche-Posay facial spray

He looked at the basket like it was a foreign artifact.

“Is this… mine?” he asked.

You grinned. “All yours. Now you don’t have to use my twenty-dollar-an-ounce miracle drops like aftershave.”

Hayden snorted. “You’re never letting that go, huh?”

“Nope. Never. Use this instead.” You handed him the moisturizer and tapped the lid. “And only this.”

He picked up the bright blue spray bottle and turned it over in his hands, squinting at the label.

“‘La…’” he began, slow and serious. “‘La Roach… Poo-say?’”

You stared at him. Blinked. “Come again?”

“La Roach… Poo-say,” he repeated, brow furrowed in earnest concentration.

There was a beat of silence.

Then he frowned. “That’s not right.”

he made a face and muttered, “…still I don’t think I want roach pussy on my face”

You lost it.

You howled, doubling over in the middle of the bathroom. “HAYDEN!”

He looked half horrified, half amused. “What kind of skincare are you putting on me?!”

You doubled over. You howled. Tears sprang to your eyes. “Hayden! No! That’s—oh my god—what did you just say?!”

He started laughing too, voice cracking. “I don’t know! It looks like ‘roach!’” He held the bottle up defensively. “It has accents and French things! What do you expect?!”

Tears streamed down your face. “It’s La Roche-Posay! LA. ROCHE. PO-SAY.”

He blinked. “That’s not what it looks like! It’s got the little… hat thing on the ‘e’!”

You were wheezing. “It’s FRENCH, babe! FRENCH! It’s not roach pussy, it’s… hydration mist!”

He held the bottle out at arm’s length like it might actually scuttle away. “I don’t trust it now.”

“Too bad,” you said, snatching it back and spraying a light mist over his face before he could flinch. “It’s your new life now.”

He blinked rapidly. “…That feels kinda nice.”

You smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

——————-

Later that night, you walked into the bathroom to see him standing at the sink, carefully applying his new products in the correct order. Cleanser, then serum, then moisturizer. (He even used a pea-sized amount. Growth.)

You leaned against the doorframe and watched, amused.

When he noticed you, he smiled. “Am I doing this right, or am I about to destroy my pores?”

You walked over, kissed his cheek, and ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re perfect. Even when you’re mispronouncing French skincare like a Canadian lumberjack.”

He gave you a crooked grin. “Hey. I am Canadian.”

“And you’re lucky you’re hot.”

He pulled you closer. “You think ‘La Roach Pussay’ is hot?”

You shoved him gently. “You’re never living that down.”

“Good,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss. “Means you’ll never forget me.”

[woniescheeks]

Skincare & Disney | l.hs

Genre: fluff

W/C: 2.2k

Warning: swearing

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and your boyfriend, Heeseung, had decided to spend the day in, pampering yourselves with a skincare routine and watching a Disney movie marathon. Your bedroom was cozy, with soft blankets piled on top of your bed and a selection of your favorite snacks laid out on the nightstand beside your bed. Heeseung was already rummaging through the various skincare products you had brought out, a look of determination on his face.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" you teased, watching him examine a face mask with intense concentration.

He shot you a playful glare. "I have no idea what half of these things are, but I'm willing to learn. Besides, my skin could use some TLC."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, skincare guru, let's start with a cleanser."

Heeseung fumbled with the bottle, accidentally squirting a bit too much product into his hand. "Shit, sorry, how much of this stuff am I supposed to use?"

"Just a small amount," you replied, stepping closer to help him. You took some of the excess cleanser from his hand and began to gently massage it onto his face. Heeseung closed his eyes, a contented smile spreading across his lips.

"This feels nice," he murmured. "I could get used to this."

"Don't get too comfortable," you warned, grinning. "We still have a whole routine to get through."

After cleansing, you moved on to toner, which Heeseung found surprisingly refreshing. He flinched a little at the cold sensation but quickly relaxed. Next came the serums and moisturizers, and Heeseung watched with wide eyes as you carefully applied each product to his skin.

"This is a lot of steps," he remarked. "How do you keep track of all this?"

"With my big brain, something you lack," you said with a shrug. "Plus, it's worth it for that glowing skin."

Heeseung let out a scoff, “Something I lack? Weren’t you the one who put a frozen burrito in the microwave, and when it didn’t heat up, you threw it away and tried heating up a different one?” he shot back.

You felt your face go red, “Shut the fuck up. You promised you wouldn’t bring that up.” You whined.

Heeseung chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. "Just saying, maybe your big brain isn't as big as you think."

"Whatever," you muttered, trying to hide your smile.

Heeseung leaned in, his face close to yours. "Am I glowing yet?"

You examined his face with exaggerated seriousness. "Hmm, not quite. But you're getting there."

He chuckled and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks for being my skincare expert."

The next part of your routine involved face masks. You handed Heeseung a bright green avocado mask and kept a calming lavender mask for yourself. Heeseung stared at the avocado mask with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Are you sure this is safe?" he asked, eyeing the bright green goo.

"Yes, it’s perfectly safe. Besides, it's fun," you reassured him. "Now, smear it on your face like this."

You demonstrated, applying the lavender mask evenly across your face. Heeseung followed suit, but a bit more clumsily, and soon you were both sitting on your bed with your faces covered in colorful masks.

"Wow, we look ridiculous," Heeseung said, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "We really do. But it's all part of the experience!"

"Speak for yourself," Heeseung teased. "I look like a healthy avocado smoothie. You look like a flower shop exploded on your face."

"Oh, shut up," you laughed. "You're just jealous because my mask is more luxurious."

"Luxurious? You mean it smells like a grandma's soap collection," he shot back, smirking.

"At least I won't look like a green monster when this comes off," you retorted.

"Hey, green monsters can be cute," he defended, trying to keep a straight face. "Just look at Shrek."

"Oh my god, did you just compare yourself to Shrek?" you asked, giggling uncontrollably.

"Only the best for you, my Fiona," he said with a mock bow, which made you laugh even harder.

Heeseung's laughter joined yours, and soon you were both laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. Heeseung clutched his side, gasping for breath. "I can't believe how silly we look."

Tears of laughter streamed down your face, mingling with the mask. "This is the best. I haven't laughed this much in ages."

"Me neither," Heeseung agreed, wiping away his own tears. "I guess this is what happens when you mix skincare with Disney movies."

Speaking of Disney movies, you decided it was time to start the marathon. You settled back onto your bed, carefully avoiding smearing your masks on the pillows. Heeseung grabbed the remote and scrolled through the options.

"What should we start with?" he asked.

"Beauty and the Beast," you suggested. "It's a classic."

Heeseung nodded and clicked play, and the familiar opening music filled the room. You sat in between his legs and snuggled up into him, resting the back of your head on his shoulder as the movie began. It didn't take long for the bickering to start, though.

"You know, Belle's kind of a nerd," Heeseung commented, a teasing tone in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. "She's intelligent and curious. That's what makes her awesome."

"Yeah, but she falls in love with a beast," he pointed out. "That's a little weird."

"It's called seeing beyond appearances," you retorted. "You could learn a thing or two from her."

Heeseung laughed and pulled you closer. "Okay, okay. Belle is great. Happy now?"

"Very," you said smugly, giving him a quick peck on his lips.

The movie continued, and the two of you got more and more invested, singing along to the songs, and making silly comments about the characters. When the iconic ballroom scene came on, Heeseung suddenly got off the bed and extended his hand to you.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.

You giggled and took his hand. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

He grinned. "But you love me."

You couldn't argue with that. Heeseung twirled you around your bedroom, humming the tune of "Beauty and the Beast" as you danced together. It was silly and sweet, and you couldn't stop laughing.

When the movie ended, you both collapsed back onto your bed, slightly out of breath from your impromptu dance session. Heeseung turned to you, his eyes twinkling.

"Okay, what's next?" he asked, reaching for the remote again.

"How about The Lion King?" you suggested. "I haven't seen it in ages."

"Sure," he agreed. "But first, let's get these masks off before they permanently become part of our faces."

You both made your way to the bathroom, standing side by side in front of the mirror. Heeseung started peeling his mask off, wincing dramatically as if it were a Herculean task.

"Stop being such a baby," you teased, carefully removing your own mask.

Heeseung stuck his tongue out at you. "You try peeling avocado off your face and see how you like it."

You couldn't help but laugh. "It's just a face mask, Heeseung. Not a life-or-death situation."

Once you were both mask-free and had rinsed your faces, you applied a light moisturizer to finish off the routine. Heeseung watched you with a playful smirk as you gently massaged the moisturizer into his skin.

"You missed a spot," he said, pointing to his cheek.

You rolled your eyes and smoothed the moisturizer over the 'missed' spot. "There, happy?"

"Very," he said, leaning down to give you a soft, lingering kiss. "Thanks for taking care of my skin."

"Anytime," you replied, feeling a warm flutter in your chest from the kiss.

Back in your bedroom, you settled onto your bed once more, ready for the next movie. Heeseung grabbed the remote and started The Lion King, and you both snuggled up under the blankets.

This time, the bickering was about which character was the best.

"Simba is obviously the best," Heeseung declared. "He's the main character."

"Pfft, Timon and Pumbaa steal the show," you argued. "They're hilarious."

"Yeah, but Simba grows up to be a badass king," He countered.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "And Timon and Pumbaa teach him how to live life with no worries. 'Hakuna Matata,' remember?"

 "Yeah, but did they save the Pride Lands? No, Simba did. So, he wins," Heeseung said smugly.

"Oh, please. Timon and Pumbaa are the real MVPs. They raised him and taught him how to survive," you shot back.

"Okay, fine. But what about Rafiki? He's the one who gets Simba to go back," Heeseung said, raising an eyebrow.

"Rafiki's cool, but he's more of a wise old mentor. Timon and Pumbaa are the heart and soul," you insisted.

Heeseung chuckled. "You just like them because they're funny."

"Exactly! They bring the fun," you grinned. "Once again, you could learn a thing or two from them."

Heeseung laughed and pulled you in for a kiss, his lips soft and warm against yours. "You're a pain in my ass, you know that?"

"But you love me," you replied, echoing his earlier words.

The kiss deepened, and you felt a rush of warmth and happiness. Heeseung's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. When you finally pulled away, you were both smiling.

Heeseung smiled and said, "Alright, I'll admit, they are pretty funny. But Simba is still the best."

You sighed dramatically. "Fine, we'll agree to disagree."

As the movie continued, you both got more invested in the story, singing along to the songs and making silly comments about the characters. When Scar's song "Be Prepared" came on, Heeseung couldn't help but make a dramatic gesture, imitating Scar's villainous demeanor.

"Look at me, I'm the king of the hyenas," Heeseung said in a mock-serious tone.

You burst out laughing. "You could never be as evil as Scar. You're too much of a goofball."

He pretended to be offended. "Hey, I can be serious when I want to be."

"Sure, sure," you teased. "But let's be real, you'd probably end up befriending the hyenas instead."

Heeseung grinned. "True. They'd be my squad."

When the iconic "Hakuna Matata" scene came on, you both sang along at the top of your lungs, laughing and dancing around your bedroom. Heeseung grabbed your hands and twirled you around, and for a moment, you felt like carefree kids again.

After the song ended, you collapsed back onto your bed, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear. Heeseung looked at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You know, we should have our own 'Hakuna Matata' philosophy," he said. "No worries, right?"

"Absolutely," you agreed, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "No worries as long as we're together."

Heeseung smiled and pulled you into him. As the movie continued, you both got more comfortable, with Heeseung's arm wrapped around you and your head resting on his chest. You watched the characters on screen, but your attention kept drifting back to Heeseung. His laughter, his silly comments, the way he kissed you – it all made you realize just how lucky you were to have him.

When the climactic battle scene came on, Heeseung couldn't resist making more dramatic gestures, pretending to be Simba facing off against Scar.

"See, Simba's the hero," he said, puffing out his chest.

"Okay, fine, you've got a point," you conceded, laughing at his antics. "But Timon and Pumbaa still helped save the day."

"Team effort," Heeseung agreed, pulling you closer for another kiss.

As the final scene played and Simba took his place as king, you both sighed contentedly. Heeseung looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ready for round three?"

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, curious.

"How about Aladdin?" he suggested. "We can argue about which genie is better – Robin Williams or Will Smith."

"Oh, it's on," you said with a laugh.

As the opening scenes of Aladdin played, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for moments like these. Lazy afternoons filled with laughter, bickering, and sweet kisses with Heeseung were the best kind of days. And you knew that no matter how many Disney movies you watched or skincare routines you tried, what mattered most was the love and joy you shared.

When you looked over at Heeseung, his eyes were already on you. He leaned in and gave you a kiss, his lips lingering on yours as if savoring every second. You felt a warmth spread through your entire body, and you knew that this moment, right here with Heeseung, was perfect.

He broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too."

With Heeseung by your side, even the simplest moments were magical.

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[danikamariewrites]

Could you do skin care headcanons with the bat boys? I don’t know why this popped into my head but it did and I’m not complaining lol

A/n: I feel like they’re each so different with this stuff lmao

Warnings: none

Cassin

Cass just uses regular soap and a face cloth for his daily routine and it’s so frustrating bc he has nice skin

It’s definitely not smooth and soft but blemish free for sure

Az and Rhys have been wondering for over 200 years what his secret is to his skin care routine bc every time they ask he just teases them by saying “you wish you knew.” And skip away

The truth is he started stealing products from Rhys

Cass used Rhys’s bathroom at the town house one time and knew he immediately had to keep using this stuff bc of how good his skin felt after

He didn’t buy his own though, he decided messing with Rhys would be better and started stealing products if Rhys had a duplicate of it or Rhys never used it

It drives Rhys insane and he still hasn’t figured it out but Az did and he still hasn’t told on Cassian

Rhys

Rhys has a 12 step skin care routine with 100 other products that help with something

He also uses sunscreen and lip balm with spf

He definitely has one of those jade rollers, a gua sha stone, and ice face roller that he uses religiously

I also think Rhys would use under eye patches to help the bags under his eyes. He’s always up late and everyone exhausts him so he needs the extra help

Rhys also has extra fluffy face towels bc why not have them match his regular towels

When he does find out Cassian is stealing his stuff they get into an argument that Feyre and Azriel just love watching bc it’s not a conversation either of them ever thought a High Lord and General would ever be having

Azriel

Azriel’s skin is perfect and with minimal effort

He has a 3 step routine of face wash, prep serum, and moisturizer

Az started off using some of Rhys’s stuff while figuring out what worked for him or what he wanted to use

I think Azriel is a very routine person and he hates having it messed up

If he’s on missions it’s fine if he doesn’t do his full routine but he just makes up for it when he gets home by taking an extra long bath and scrubbing his face

After missions Az does face masks to relax and it’s always a detoxifying one

[luna-the-moth]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cntrlnoah]

Wonyoungism

Summary: John B having a self-care day with his girl

Pairing: John B x kookish?fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of food, John B’s dad is missing, and how John B has it rough

A/N: Sorry for not posting in a while. School work has been killing me and so has my anxiety ☹️☹️☹️. This takes part before Big John reunites with John B and after losing the cross to Rafe. I just want that man to catch a break. Okay byeee!

John B with a girl who loves self care is like a princess? That’s hard to believe even when he introduced her to his friends but I digress.

She loves putting her makeup on at the beginning of the day and taking it off at the end. She loved trying new face masks and trying out the trendiest new lip product. John B on the other hand couldn’t care less about his skin. Every time he’d go out on an adventure with the other pogues, she insisted he wear sunscreen. Something about sun damage or something like that. He loves how she cares about his well being even if it’s something as tedious as putting on sunscreen.

Recently, she has seen changes. He was more antsy than regular, more easy to annoy. You know he’s had it rough. I mean losing your dad and living on your own. When she found out that him and his friends loss the cross of Santo Domingo to Rafe you knew that’s what’s been making him all irritated.

You wanted to do something nice for him and what you knew best was self care. That’s how he ended up in your room with a cat ear headband on ready for you to pamper him with your skincare.

“I don’t know how this is going to make me feel better” he said with a linger of doubt in his voice.

“You trust me, don’t you” you said. He slightly nodded his head as he realize he was being kind of an ass to you as of recent. He was taking his anger out on you when all you wanted to do was help him destress.

“I’m sorry I’ve been an ass. Do what you want baby. Make me feel good” he says letting you take control and pamper him with skincare.

You first of all cleanse his face with your favorite facial cleanser to get rid of the dirt and debris that came from having adventures out in the Outer Banks sun. After his face was cleansed, a hydrating toner was put on to help with moisturizing the skin on his face from the cleanser. Now you’re applying your favorite Korean clay mask on his face and then you applied the clay mask on your freshly cleansed skin. The mask helps with his pores and now you two have to wait about twenty minutes.

“Now that we have to wait about 20 minutes for it to work. Do you want to start watching a movie? I’ll set a timer and grab the ice cream in the freezer” you said as you walk to the kitchen. John B then on a fast and furious movie in the mean time. As you came back with the ice cream and two spoons he was in your hello kitty bed as he waited for you to come and cuddle with him.

As you are cuddled up in his arm he says, “thanks for treating me so well baby.” He kisses your temple as you two watch the opening of the movie eating the nice cold ice cream.

Once the 20 minutes are up, the movie was paused and you both wash the masks off your faces as you go back to your little spa day. Next is the serum and gua sha. John be would not admit but the cold jade on his face felt so nice. The cooling sensation made him understand why you loved doing your skincare so much. You finished off with your favorite moisturizer to seal in all of what you have done earlier. You then use a lip scrub on his lips to get off the dead skin and then a lip mask on top to seal in the moisture. You remove the cat headband from his head letting his locks go back into place.

After all that, you two spent the rest of your day watching movies while cuddling and eating ice cream.

[webslingingslasher]

idk if you’ve written abt this before but i imagine frat!peter would have a full haircare/skincare routine. don’t think this happened on his own merit though. it all probably started when trouble saw a rlly bad spot/pimple on his face and went to his bathroom to get pimple cream but there wasn’t any, in fact, there wasn’t anything for his skin so she was like ??? where’s your skin care ???? and peter’s also confused because what’s skincare so she gets him the basics and after time he gets familiar with it.

(bonus: if he runs out he calls trouble like “hey where’d you get the stuff in the blue packaging for my face” and she says there’s some under his counter or something so he’s always well stocked)

peter acts all 🫥 about it but internally he’s just 😁🥰😍��️🤗🤗)

-🌻

peter was raised by a woman so he does wash his face, but he’s also a man so it’s with bar soap in the shower. this knowledge makes you cringe and feel sorry for his dry skin.

one night you ‘force him’ into a spa night.

‘this is an act of kindness and love in the form of an intervention. we need to talk about skincare.’

you baby him the whole night, having him lay on a pillow on your lap. you tucked his hair away with a soft, puffy hairband, washed hands tickle down his face.

‘okay, so first we need to wash it. you have pretty nice skin, so we wanna protect that. you want a ph balanced face wash, and i don’t really know what that means but you’re the science major so… yeah.’

‘acid balance. ph seven plus bad. ph under seven good.’

‘my smarty pants is so handsome.’ he shies under your hold but relaxes when your delicate touch rubs small circles over his cheeks, soap settling into his skin.

when peters wiped clean you grab a towel you’d set aside, ‘i know you’ve been getting better at this, but remember, we pat our face dry, not rub.’ he gives a barely audible grunt.

‘okay, toner. this helps with any extra oils.’ you stare down at his blissful state and can’t help the overwhelming urge to lean down to kiss his nose.

‘you know how i just said we removed extra oil? we’re gonna put it back, but it’s healthy oils. this is serum, you wanna use this especially if you use some spot treatment on any acne, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen you with a pimple.’

peter’s face is glistening, he has the hue of an angel. it’s very unfair for him to be so pretty.

‘if you only take one thing from this petey…’ you poke his arm to make sure he’s listening, you rip him from his deep state and he grumbles.

‘moisturize, moisturize, moisturize. the first fifteen minutes are the most important after washing your face, it’s when your skin is the most dehydrated.’

peter hasn’t opened his eyes once, while you had him down you plucked his eyebrows, which had you applauding his stoic demeanor.

‘i think you should keep doing this for me since you’re so good at it.’

———

bonus: peter running around his room and back to his bathroom a hundred times, the bathroom counter was missing the bottle he was desperate to find.

he had been looking for five minutes before he exploded, it was date night and he was trying to clean up but he couldn’t find the fucking exfoliating toner.

he finally calls you when he’s nearly lost it. ‘where is the god damn toner?’ you giggle over the line, ‘under the sink next to the tampons.’

‘got it. i’m gonna be so baby for you, just wait.’

[dykedvonte]

write post about the tulpar crew working at like waffle house also you opinion on what brand of soap they use

Soap first:

Anya washes with dove bar soap first, cucumber cool moisture. Uses one of the Neutrogena liquid soaps like the brown rain bath. Unscented lotions or balms and a very light perfume, thinking something vanilla like or a shea butter. Over the counter cheap perfume that’s a bit to alcoholish but it suits her in a clinical way.

Curly is like high maintenance shower guy. Started because an ex put him onto it and now it's a routine. Special face soap and exfoliating hand brush, bodywash that is way too expensive but he feels dirty without it. Has like a lot of serums and a body oil lotion combo that he has that makes him smell really nice. All of it is uncommon and you need to go to a specific place to get them. Not excessive but he starts tweaking if he runs out of one mid routine.

Daisuke is just as bad as Curly. His bathroom looks like a bath and bodyworks display front. Has a bath bomb for the day, uses a like honey dew mask and soaks. Long as showers and has a teeth cleaning kit. He stare at 9 and isn’t done until 11. Cherry Blossom lotion you can smell him a miles away before you see his ass.

Jimmy uses either unscented dial or Irish springs. Maybe even like the aqua bars from dollar tree. No towel or luffa or anything just rubs his on his hands then washes with the lather. None descript deodorant, mixes with his smell in a weird way. Is the type to do it all at once in the shower, teeth, hair, nails. It’s like all jacked in a way. Shaves his razor blade rarely but thinks his shave is clean always.

Swansea uses like man scents. Sandalwood and driftwood soaps standard rag. Likes to stand in the water, cold shower guy surprisingly, his wife hates it, she never wants to shower with him. No cologne and uses like Old spice because it reminds him of his youth in a nostalgic way. Smells like old man naturally so he just smells like a freshly reupholstered chair and sweat.

Waffle House time:

Anya is the hostess super good at her job but has issues because the waiter is shit and the kitchen is run worse than dashcon. Has ignored a family to rearrange one stack of menues and trips on the grease stains a lot.

Daisuke is the waiter and bus boy and tends to talk and forget about his tables. Once sat and ate off a customers plate with them, whether they enjoyed the company or not doesn’t matter this is a Waffle House

Curly is the manager and is usually dealing with complaints and files in the office. Has had to facilitate more fights after Jimmy was hired but business has improved subsequently…

You’ll see him crying in a booth but he’s real good at acting normal for the customer. Sits with costumers to and it’s awkward cause he’s way too nice to be there.

Jimmy’s the supervisor and cook. He makes the shittiest food that only tastes good if ur coming in shitfaced at like 2 am. Hears a complaint and comes out grease pan in hand ready to “take criticism”

Swansea works there but what he does is between him and god. Sits in a booth playing solitaire and if you come and ask him for anything he mentions how I he did his time for this shift and he’s on an extended break. Treats the fights like a show and dinner.

They stay open even if they actually reach Waffle House’s huricxan threshold

If Curly or Swansea come in to break up a fight everyone scatters like rats

They all chain smoke and hide it from each other. Only Curly really cares because someone (Jimmy) is smoking in the kitchen. Yes he’s blowing it onto the food.

The crash was Jimmy putting ice in the air fryer and it did hurt Curly but like he’s regularly fine they just put him in the office cause there’s still the hurricane outside

I feel like they are in like West Virginia idk just seems isolated enough. I like the idea this could only happen if they are all southern

The restaurant is infested with many things but the health inspectors can’t rip the B rating off so they just say fuck it

Combined with the soap I think the safest thing to eat at the Waffle House is like ice from the bin but by the time it gets to ur table it likely has like mold spores on it.

[eden-evergreen]

Nighttime Routine

boyfriend!eren jaeger x reader

genre -> fluff (established relationship).

warning -> one vague mention of sex.

synopsis -> eren takes an interest in your nighttime routine.

A click of the light switch echoes in the bathroom before Eren takes a quick look at his reflection. He sighs audibly as he rips his shirt over his head and pulls down his bottoms. He chucks them on the floor, an annoying action you’ve gotten used to at this point. You catch a glimpse of his ass cheeks as he gets into the shower, and smirked. Eren’s still got one of the hottest you’ve seen on a man. You continue to peak as he takes his hair out of his bun, swiftly hopping into the shower.

“Babe, join me”, he whines. Its been a nice long day for the both of you and he’s ready to get into bed.

“I have to remove my makeup first”, you respond.

“Harrrgh… hurry up please”.

“Just shower without me tonight, i’m gonna take a while”.

Eren responds with a brief “alright” before the sudden rush of water drowned all ambient noise. You forced yourself up off the bed and to the bathroom sink, reaching for your cleanser to wash your face. Eren showers really quickly so its no surprise with five minutes your hear him close the tap. You’ve just finished with your double cleansing method and reached for your serums.

Eren’s hair veils his face as his wraps himself with a towel. He looks at you through the mirror admiring your beauty as he holds his wet hair back into a low bun. You don’t notice his turquoise eyes admiring yours until you apply your moisturiser.

“Yes?”, you smiled. The cute cheeky one he loves so much. He simply shortens the distance and loosely wraps his wet arms around your waist. “Erennnnn, you’re still wet!”. He ignores your protest, kissing the delicate spot by your neck and burying his nose there instead. His eyes looking even brighter with the new position they’re in.

“Why do you take so long to remove your makeup?”.

“You just shower really quickly”.

His figure presses against yours as he reaches ahead of you opening the cabinet that also doubles as a mirror. He grabbed his razor and foaming cream, shuffling back before getting to work on his stubble.

“Aww I was hoping you could keep it this time around”. Eren smirks at you as he continued to shave off the stubble. You’ve been asking him to keep his stubble around a little longer recently. Probably because you like the way it feels against your cheek when you kiss him, or the way it feels against your legs when he’s between them. Regardless, he had to remove it because of work… just for now. Matter of fact, because of Eren’s work you’ve been seeing a lot less of him. You figured the efforts he made tonight with the date, and the constant need for close contact was a way of making up for lost time together.

“Can you do your face routine on me?”, he asks. Shaving the last of the stubble on his face.

“You want me to do my skincare routine on you?”, you giggled.

“Yeah, why not”. He washes his face and walked himself to your bedroom so he could sit at your vanity.

“All right then”, you picked the serums you had including a sheet mask and placed them in front of him. He curiously reads a bottle, butchering its pronunciation. You get started with the tranexamic acid, pumping two portions on your fingers before gently spreading it across his face.

“Mmm, its cold”, Eren mumbled, “I could get used to this”. A smile stretched your lips watching his demeanour relax fully at your touch. You then moved on to the Alpha Arburtin, spot treating any dark spots he had, which were very minimal. Lastly you open the sheet mask with soft rip of the packet. Your boyfriend’s eyes remained closed as you moulded it to structure of his handsome face.

“Alright, leave that on for 15 minutes and then I’ll pat it into your face and finish it off with some moisturiser”.

“Why add more moisture when it’s already moisturising my face right now?”, he mumbled once more.

“Because you need to lock it in!”, you make you way to the bathroom turning on the hot water. Removing all your clothes you get into the shower, letting Eren known what you’re doing. He remained at your vanity’s chair — which was padded quite comfortably — closed-eye and relaxed from the treatment.

20 minutes later, you walk back into your shared bedroom, a towel tightly wrapped around your figure. You look over at Eren, furrowing your brows at the position he sat in. He really sleeping sitting up.

You took the extra time to quickly get into an old T, just long enough to cover your derrière. You peeled the mask off his face, threw the sheet in the bin and patted in the residue. You then reached over to the moisturiser and patted a small amount into his supple skin to finish. You tapped his shoulder continuously getting him to wake up so he could join you in bed.

“Mmmmm, my eyebrows. You gotta pluck my eyebrows…”.

“Are you sure about that?”, he nodded. Sitting up and watching his reflection in the mirror.

“Wow I’m literally glowing. I look like you now”. You both chuckled at his remark. Sometimes knowing you got to sleep looking a little too glazed. You grabbed a tweezer and got to work on the top arch of his brows. You plucked one thick hair only for Eren to yelp in pain —

“What the fuck that hurt”, you laughed at his reaction.

“This the first time you’ve ever had your brows plucked?”, you asked sectioning off another stray hair.

“Yea— OW BABE.. SHIT”, he folded over holding his brow in pain. He’s definitely awake now. So much for a relaxing nighttime routine.

“Oh come on ‘Ren, the pain will numb with some time, if we keep stopping it’ll just hurt you more”.

“Can’t you shave them instead? This hurts too much”, he pouts. You looked for a fresh razor to use on his brow instead. He probably should’ve suggested this first.

His skin began to turn red in the area. You rubbed his chest in small circles and kissed his cheek as an apology. “Next time we’ll stick to razors”.