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[b14augrana]

Nenita

You plan a surprise for Irene’s birthday

Irene Paredes x teen!reader

Part of the Scrubber universe

masterlist

Warnings: pure fluff, no warnings needed!

A/N: in honour of irene’s birthday, i decided to write a little fic. there will be a new section in the scrubber masterlist for all the blurbs about cute moments with scrubber and the girls! i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Your calendar was very significant. You marked off your birthday, upcoming matches, Christmas, but most importantly… all your big sisters’ birthdays. Each of their birthdays were marked on your calendar in pink glittery gel pen.

You were giddy the night before their birthdays, probably even more excited than they were. Tonight, it was Irene’s big day that you were looking forward to as you laid on your bed stomach-first, filling in a card you made yourself.

Birthdays were a big deal for you because it was probably the most appropriate time to tell someone just how much you loved them.

Your captain was a very special woman. She was your second mother, mentor, and friend, all in one. Everyone needed an Irene in their life, but unfortunately there was just one, and not-so-unfortunately, she ended up with you and your team.

Those were the words you wrote on her card before sealing it in the envelope. With a smile, you placed it on top of the neatly wrapped gift stashed in your closet… that was piled on top of what looked like a dozen more.

The morning of the 4th of July, you were up before Irene. Carefully and quietly, without hitting the walls with your tower of gifts, you walked out of your bedroom with them and placed them on the coffee table. You placed your card in front of them and scrambled to the fridge to pull out the cake you made for her.

You weren’t a professional baker, but you knew how to make simple things like a cake. Irene loved red velvet cake, so when you stacked it all together with a homemade cream cheese frosting you had worked all week on (almost) perfecting, the end product was a birthday cake. You decorated it with the help of Fridolina, using sprinkles and cake toppers she had chosen, then two big ‘3’ candles right in the middle.

You were proud of your cake, even if it wasn’t the best. You figured that it would be nice to test out your baking skills instead of buying a red velvet cake that already cost you an arm and a leg without extra decorations.

Your culinary creations didn’t stop there. Next on the menu was french toast that you dusted with powdered sugar, drizzled with maple syrup, and garnished with strawberries and blueberries. It made you feel like a proper chef, and once you finished constructing your meal, you looked at it in pride. It almost looked good enough to go in your stomach.

“Irene,” you whispered, nudging her bedroom door open as you carried her breakfast and a cup of coffee into her room, on a tray. Your grin was hardly containable.

She rolled over, looking at you through squinted eyes. Her expression brightened and her eyes widened when she realised what was happening, and she sat up while a smile flashed across her face.

“Meu nenita, moltes gràcies,” she replied, her smile widening as you placed the tray on her lap and put the coffee on her bedside table.

“After you eat, come to the living room. I have to give you something!” you chimed, skipping out of the room and leaving the woman to eat her food.

When she emerged out of her room, you were standing in front of your gift tower with your arms behind your back and a beaming smile on your face. You moved to the side, gesturing to your gifts. “Surprise! Feliz cumple, hermana!”

Irene gasped quietly, placing a hand on her chest as she looked at you in surprise. Before even paying another thought to her gifts, she pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you gently. “Nenita, you didn’t have to. How did you get all of this– no, how did you hide all of this?”

“I can’t tell you that,” you responded, “I’ll have to do it again next year. Open the card!”

You picked up the envelope and handed it to her, almost bouncing off the walls in excitement. She tore it open carefully and pulled out the card, taking a minute to read it before lowering it and looking at you with glossy eyes.

‘Dear Irene,

From the very first day I played with you in Barça, I’ve seen you as a second mother to me, away from my home. Not only do you take care of me and let me live under your roof, but you inspire me and teach me to be better than what I am capable of, on and off the pitch. I am lucky to spend my days with you; a beautiful, loving, and talented person. Being under your guidance and having you by my side during every game has made me the player I am today and I will always be grateful for having you in my life now, and hopefully forever.

Feliz cumpleaños, hermana! T'estimo per sempre.’

You were the one to initiate the hug as you wrapped your arms around her. She was quick to react and do the same, embracing you affectionately. “T’estimo, meu hermanita,” she mumbled.

Once you had pulled away, your grin hadn’t faltered one bit. “When all of the girls get here, we can have cake!”

“What do you mean, all of the girls?” Irene questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Y’know, all the girls. Alexia, Mapi, Frido, Ingrid– who else.. oh, Caro, Marta, Aitana, Lucy and Ona,” you answered, “Now go on, go get ready. The icing is going to start melting!”

[seat-safety-switch]

I've spoken about it many times before, but being a handyperson is a sort of curse. Once you can fix things, then it's hard to give up on fixing things. There are lots of broken objects in my home that would have been better off lining the inside of a dumpster, rather than been blown apart my living quarters for months on end while I traced some ultimately-irredeemable fault that would only fill me with rage when I found it.

Of course, nobody expected that when all the rich people left for the space station, taking capitalism with them, folks down here would just plain ol' stop working. All the factories went dormant as we realized our bosses were powerless without their bosses. Now if something broke, you'd have to come crawling to a local repair person. Can't just go buy something new from the store, where nobody wants to spend their days working so they can show you which box to buy. Nothing on the shelves anyway. Gotta fix what you have. Cruel warlords like myself now held sway over an entire neighbourhood at a time, using our exotic powers of "knowing which way to turn a screwdriver" and "put some grease on it."

Now, I spend all my days fixing other peoples' things, as opposed to before, when I spent all my time fixing my own things. Don't worry, it's not a bad life. I get paid in food, mostly, although some neighbours have offered me now-worthless money and gold bars.

Sometimes I think about heading down to the park, enjoying humanity's first free days since the industrial revolution. Art, poetry, music, free love, hand-churned ice cream: these are all things they took from us. Then I realize that the park rangers expected their sprinkler array fixed a couple weeks ago, and I can't well show my face there if it's still leaking through the improvised cork o-rings I had to make for it.

At night, I look up at the sky and see the exhaust of the space station glowing as it ejects spent rods from the reactor. I think about the mean-time-before-failure statistics of the oxygen scrubber. I wonder if they have anyone good at repairs up there. Probably not, but I'm sure they can tell someone to tell someone to make a new scrubber from the materials they don't have in their superterran prison. More valuable skill, that one.

[kteezy997]

The Candy Man-Part Ten (the end)//W.W.

Info/Warnings: Wonka family fluff, smut at the end, calling cum “cream,” another baby making session hehe, licking chocolate off of the body, use of ice for sex play

A/N: This is kinda long, grab a snack maybe.

The third Wonka baby, a little boy, was named Cotton, as in cotton candy. Willy couldn’t name his children after anything other than candy. You had to actively stop him from giving your child the name “Chocolate.” But Cotton was cute, and sweet just like his older siblings, Maple and Mocha.

Willy told you he liked the name ‘Cherry’ for when you had another girl together. You thought it was bold of him to assume that you’d continue having more of his children. You loved him, but hated him for always being right.

After your new son was born, it was finally time for you to become Mrs. Wonka. It was your wedding day. All of the original scrubbers happily helped you and Willy orchestrate the most beautiful wedding.

It was all traditional white ribbons and touches of cotton candy pink. Your bridal bouquet was two shades of pink roses with the tiny white flowers of baby's breath.

You thought it would be a little silly for you to wear a white dress, since this was your second, and albeit, last wedding, and Willy had made you a mother three times over. Thus, you decided on an adorable blush pink gown that was satin and chenille to the floor.

Willy looked handsome as ever, as you had helped fix his curls to lay in beautiful heap on his head. You were used to working with the texture of his hair; two of you children had the same curls, and though you knew baby Cotton would most likely have the same also, he was too little to tell just yet.

Daddy Wonka wore a dark brown suit, it was an homage to chocolate, but not too over the top, which you appreciated. You thought the rich color looked quite nice on your man. He wore a boutonniere that matched your flowers. He cried as you recited your wedding vows. He was so soft, but you knew how happy he was. He had come a long way. And before you knew it, he was wiping your tears away too.

.......

In time, your kids grew, and the success of the chocolate factory allowed your family to have a rather nice life. Willy was able to hire more workers and spend more time at home with you and the kids. You and Willy would spend the workday at the factory, with you mostly in your office and Willy overseeing the candy making. And then you'd spent the latter portion of the day with the kids.

Maple and Mocha remained playful and curious, like their father. Willy would play with them in the chocolate room and let them try out new flavors he was creating. But little Cotton was more on the reserved, quiet side. He liked hanging out with you in your office. He was good with numbers and figuring, and he had a knack for solving problems, even at an early age.

All three kids got along and played well together, for the most part. They would fuss and fight now and then, like all siblings. But while the twins ran around and picked fights with each other, Cott liked to climb up into his Daddy's lap and ask him about his Grandma Wonka and how Willy remembered making chocolate bars with her. The first Wonka chocolate.

"And she would be so proud of you and your brother and sister." Willy would say to his youngest baby after looking back fondly and telling him the stories of his childhood with his mother.

You hoped you'd never forget the nights when Willy would hold little Cotton in his arms, singing "Pure Imagination" so softly, so angelically. And your sweet baby would fight the sleep that called him, but alas, his green eyes would flutter behind long lashes, and little curls would fall onto his sleepy face as his father's voice would lull him into slumber.

Willy's zest for creativity was passed to on Mae, who would spend her childhood using crayons to create designs for her Dad's candy ideas, all the way down to the style of the packaging. Her eye for color was impeccable. She never lost her sweetness, but she did develop an edge for the dramatic. Neither Willy nor you could complain about her over-the-top flair, because she was responsible for a lot of Wonka's eye-catching, and best-selling product designs.

Her twin brother was also like their father, in his love for the experimental side of the candy making. Mocha loved thinking up flavor combinations and bringing those ideas to fruition alongside Willy in the factory. There were many times where the young boy and his father would come home in need of sparkling soda to ease their stomach aches from eating too much sugar and mixing some of the wrong ingredients together.

Little Cott, however, seemed to inherit your mind for business. He loved his Daddy, of course, but he stuck to you quite often. He was always a serious, yet thoughtful child. He was a sensitive boy, and though he wasn't as into the candy making process like his artistic siblings, he was just as sweet and loving as they were. You had to admit, it was nice having your Cotton as a constant companion, as your older two kids were their father's little shadows.

As for you and Willy, things never changed, if they did it was your love growing stronger and deeper with every moment you got to spend together.

Nights of returning to the factory to visit the secret chamber never ceased. Anytime you and Willy wanted to be together and unwind, or let all of your fantasies come to light, you called one of your friends or your parents to babysit and made your way back to the chocolate factory.

Now, you could still have intimate nights at home, but three kids made it difficult at times. And in your private room, no one would ever bother you or be disturbed by anything that happened in there.

........

"Can we have another baby? I think the time is right." Willy asked you one evening after dinner. The kids were occupied with whatever game they were playing amongst the three of them.

You were surprised at his question; it was the first time you'd discussed the idea with seriousness in a long time. "You aren't happy with three kids?"

"Of course, I am, honey. That's not why. I know that you wanted to wait awhile, and the twins are almost seven and Cotton is five. I want to have just one more experience raising a baby." he took your hands, "Please, my love? Just one more, that's it. One more sweet little one, it makes me happy, creating a human that's half of you." he caressed your face, looking at you with puppy eyes. The eyes you could not say 'no' to.

"You're right. And you've been very patient, Willy. I love that you've let me take my time on deciding. My answer now is yes." you smiled, squeezing your husband's hands.

Willy grinned widley, "Really? We can?!"

"Yes, let's have another baby!"

Willy cheered and picked you up in his arms, spinning you around. "Oh honey, I'm so happy right now! I love you, y/n."

You hugged him tightly, "I love you too, Willy."

"What are you two so excited about?" quipped Maple, showing a little sass at the ripe age of nearly six and a half.

"Nothing for you to be concerned about, young lady." you responded. You didn't want to spill any beans and get the kids excited for something that hadn't happened yet. "Now, go on upstairs, it's almost time for baths."

"Ugh, I don't want to take a bath tonight." your daughter grumbled.

"Maple Wonka, don't you sass your mother, now do as she says." Willy demanded, using his stern Dad voice.

Mae rolled her eyes, "Fine." she huffed. She, along with her brothers, made their way upstairs.

As you watched them go, Willy put his arms around you from behind, and kissed your cheek.

You put your arms on his and rested your head back against him, "Mae is going to be the one to give us a run for our money." you sighed.

"Oh, it's going to be okay. She's strong, like you, but it's not a problem."

"Hmm." you put your hand in his curls, "I hope you're right."

"I'll go make sure bath time goes smoothly." he kissed your temple, parting from your embrace, "And you can think up a time for us to start making a baby."

As he started walking away, you said, "What about tomorrow night? At the factory?"

He pivoted on his heel and his eyes were wide when he caught your gaze, "Oh, that soon? Honey, I'm so excited." he said, running over to kiss your lips as you giggled.

............

The next night, Willy tied you to the bed, and had poured warm chocolate all over your nude body. He teased you with his tongue, swirling over your hard nipples, trailing down your tummy, dipping into your navel, and slipping down between your legs as he lapped up every trace of the chocolate.

He got you all worked up, sweaty, and dripping wet. Your body ached and writhed in anticipation.

He came back over to the bed with a medium sized metal bucket in his hands. "Some ice." he announced, "In case the chocolate was too warm for you."

You nodded, and he went ahead, placing a cube of ice on your lips first. You couldn't help but lick the ice as it was near your mouth, and you gave his fingers a tiny nibble as well.

He ran the ice from collarbone to collarbone, then downwards, over your nipples, making you gasp.

Willy smirked at the effect the ice was having on your body.

You held your breath as he dragged the ice down your stomach, your ribcage inflating as you held your breath. As you let out your breath, your back arched as you felt the ice on your clit, melting and dripping between your folds. Your skin was on fire, and the ice was a shock. It was almost too much. Your man had a wicked imagination.

The ice was taken away, "Feel alright, y/n?" he asked, still being your sweet Willy at this point.

"Yes." you said, weakly.

"Excellent." he said, setting the bucket of ice down. Then, he leaned down close to your ear, "Now, I'm ready to breed you." Dominant Willy had arrived. You could barely contain your excitement as he untied your wrists and ankles.

You lay on the bed as patiently as you could, and he climbed on top of you. He took your legs, propping them all the way up on his shoulders. You whimpered, as he made eye contact with you. You feet hung up on either side of his head. With a little thrust of his hips, he was inside of you.

You'd been making love to Willy for years now, sex in every sense of the word, a deep, trusting sexual relationship that you never imagined you'd have, and still, each time was like the first. You looked back to the time you took his virginity on the bear skin rug that you so despised. You fell in love right then. You knew he was special from the beginning.

"Are you gonna make me a Daddy again, my sweet?" he asked, thrusting softly, pushing his curls back as he looked down at you.

"Yes, baby. Give me that Wonka baby cream, please." you whined.

Willy dipped down, kissing you hard and he quickened his pace, "I'll give it to you.”

Your husband kissed you repeatedly, and kneaded your hips as he rammed you. You knew as his thrusts became sloppy and his breath ragged, he was close to coming. He put his forehead on yours, letting his sweat and your mix together.

You ran your hands over his strong back, his arms, then held his handsome face, “I love you, Willy Wonka, I want your baby.” you cooed.

“Oh, I love you.” he huffed, “You should be pregnant before the night is over, Mrs. Wonka." You felt his cum invade you shortly after.

Who would have thought that the innocent chocolate salesman would be saying that to the housewife he met by chance almost seven years prior?

Willy Wonka, as you knew, was never wrong, and your fourth and final child came into the world nine months, to the day, later. Cherry Wonka. She completed your beautiful family. She was the class clown of the bunch, spirited and wild as could be, with bouncing curls and a deviously cute grin. She kept you and Willy on your toes constantly, and you adored her.

A/N: Special thank you to my beta, @gatoenlaciudad ! You’ve been such an inspiration and great support throughout this series!💕

@thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @tchalamss @softhecreator @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; YJ packs up and gets pupped. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon searches around the common areas–like, the main meeting room and the kitchen and storage rooms and the halls on the way to them all just to be safe and even the stupid bathrooms, even, but he doesn’t smell any trace of Suzie anywhere. Everything just smells scrubbed, clean and neutral and empty. No trace of anyone’s scent, except for his own presenting cream soda and from Cassie’s shirt and Cissie’s towel. Kon doesn’t like it.

Actually, it makes his fucking skin crawl. 

It just–it makes him think of sterile, bleached halls with scent filters in every room and waking up tangled in machines and drowning in tinted green biofluids and dark basement lighting and–

Kon tightens his grip on the shirt and towel in his hands, and stops, and–and just . . . catches his breath, kind of. Just–for a second. That’s all. 

He breathes in Cassie and Cissie’s mixed scents, wild ozone and controlled iron; high-altitude air and warm leather. He feels anxious and uncomfortable and alone, but also his stomach is twisting with that weird warmth again and he feels–he’s–he thinks–

Cassie and Cissie smell so good, he thinks. 

But he can’t smell Suzie. Or Bart, or Robin, or anyone who’s actually here, or–or anyone at all, even. 

He’s alone, and everything smells–scrubbed. 

Smells sterile. 

Kon swallows roughly and tries not to cry again, or at least not cry on his meager nesting supplies. He doesn’t wanna wreck or even just muddy Cassie and Cissie’s scents. But–but he needs Suzie’s scent too. She’s gotta have left some of it somewhere in the base. Like–she’s gotta have, if anyone did. And Cassie and Cissie both did, so–so she’s gotta have. 

He really hopes so, anyway. 

Kon swallows again, then tries searching a little more–carefully, maybe. Maybe he’s just . . . not looking carefully enough. Rushing too much. He might’ve missed something, or . . . 

He cries some more while he’s looking, probably, but not on purpose. He manages not to do it on any of his nesting stuff, at least, but–but–

. . . his nesting stuff, he thinks again. 

Kon sniffles; rubs the sleeve of his jacket roughly across his eyes. He’s definitely crying again now, but . . . but differently, he guesses. Just–

He has nesting stuff. Like–he does. Like . . . stuff he’s just scavenged up, obviously, but . . . but nesting stuff. Nesting stuff he’s gonna use, for–for his nest. Because he’s an omega, so he can have that kind of stuff. Because–because that’s normal, for omegas. 

So . . . so it’s okay, if he has that kind of stuff too. And no one can tell him it’s not, or that he’s not–that he isn’t–

He is, and he can, and it’s okay. 

Kon sniffles one more time, then goes to dig up the tissues he’s pretty sure are in the common room where they set up the couch and stuff they dug up to hang out on during their downtime, because if he gets all stupid and snotty he won’t be able to find anything that smells like Suzie, much less Bart or Robin, and probably he won’t even be able to find something that smells like Robin even if Robin hadn’t run the scent scrubbers, ‘cuz he always wears those stupid Bat-issue blockers that never linger when he leaves a room, but . . . 

Kon finds the tissues, cries some more into a fistful of them, and then scrubs his face dry and blows his nose a couple times all without ever putting down Cassie’s shirt or Cissie’s towel–all without putting down his nesting stuff–and then feels . . . kind of stupid and overemotional, mostly, but also a little better anyway. He’s supposed to be kind of stupid and overemotional right now. That’s–that’s normal, for an omega who’s on their cycle. So it’s fine, if he’s like that right now. 

He can check some other places Suzie might’ve wandered through, he figures. And maybe he’ll find something from Bart too, if he’s gotta spread out his search range anyway. If Bart left any of his scent anywhere the scrubbers didn’t get, it’s gonna be somewhere weird and out of the way anyway. The scrubbers here are real good, and also Bart is, like���Bart. Obviously. 

Kon really wishes the others were actually here. 

He really wishes that.

[angstyfandomhappyending]

Soap, during one of the rare occasions when 141 are given a week off and he goes back to his empty apartment in Glasgow, is working on erasing a disturbing stain from the kitchen counter when there's two solid knocks on the front door.

Soap pauses, takes out the buds from his ears which wasn't playing any music any longer since he had finished arranging his misbegotten cupboards with an array of odd looking cereals - the battery on his phone died - and toyed with the idea of grabbing a recently cleaned knife from the counter.

But he had spent a god-awful amount of time cleaning the surface of the blades spotless as the remnants of the last conversation he had with a certain superior officer played louder than any music he was hearing.

His musings are again cut short by two perfect knocks, spaced out evenly and sounding somehow crisper.

How can anyone make knocks sound so confident?

One name pops up in his head like those half-burnt breads from the toaster that Soap had managed to finagle into working in the canteen. For others, the results would be less than favourable.

He wipes that name and the odd sensation in his chest away. He wraps his fingers around the scrubber more securely. He doesn't need sharp objects to maim anything walking.

He opens the door in a rush, not waiting to analyse why on earth he never thought before buying the room that there's no peephole at all.

He comes face to face with a chest covered in a soft cream - coloured sweater stretched fine over the shadows of collarbone ending in a high-neck collar and a non-descriptive face mask.

The hand of his lieutenant is still in the air, paused mid-way. His beautiful brown eyes are shadowed by those criminally ethereal blonde lashes, his ashen blonde hair hidden inside a coffee-brown patchwork of Beretta hat and - and Soap thinks he just lost touch with his brain.

Basic cognitive functions, do you copy?

Negative.

Ghost coughs, because it is actually him standing in his doorsteps and looking like the epitome of 'cozy adorable bear' results on Pinterest - not that he knows - in flesh. Is here, truly here in Scotland. In front of Soap - who is just in his worn down shorts and a dirty apron.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Soap. May I come in?"

That quirk of the eyebrow should not make Soap tremble for fuck's sake.

"LT. What are you doing here?"

Ghost looks at Soap, for a moment the silence stretches and Soap kicks himself to high heaven for his brain currently seizing inside his skull when the man in front of him holds up a bourbon in a paper bag and another paper bag which floods Soap's nostrils with a sickly sweet fragrant.

"I have Shortbread."

If Soap tugs the sickeningly sweet and adorably stiff superior officer inside his house and proceeds to ravish said superior officer on the partially cleaned kitchen counter - top, well. It was his dear LT's fault for taking him up on the offer he made for company before they set out for the leave.

[virgo-barbie]

my everything shower routine 🚿🧖🏼‍♀️✨

1. pick out my outfit for the day ☁️

2. light a candle, get the essential oil diffuser going & put on my bimbo playlist 🎶

3. wash my hair (on everything day i use k18) 🫧 i use a scalp scrubber. i only do shampoo because my k18 conditioner comes after the shower.

4. exfoliate with a sugar scrub 🍭

5. shave everything. arms, legs, bikini, EVERYTHING. 🪒

6. lather up with a nice smelling body wash 🧴

7. wash my face 👸🏼

8. dry off ☀️ and put my k18 conditioner in (it’s a leave-in and it repairs damage) 🐩

9. whitening strip 🦷

10. full skincare routine. toner, serums, eye cream, face cream. 🥛

11. cover myself in cocoa and shea butter 🧈 (i love the one from trader joe’s! it smells sooo creamy and luxurious)

12. blow out my hair with a round brush 💇🏼‍♀️ sometimes if it’s frizzy i’ll curl or straighten it after too. 💆🏼‍♀️

13. MAKE UP 👄

14. get dressed 👙

15. fragrance ✨ good girl by carolina herrera 👠

*mid-week i do a mini everything shower where i reshave my legs (i like them sooooo smooth all the time), do a deep conditioning mask on my hair, apply self tanner, and touch up my nails. 🩷

[saphlore-blog]

no one asked but here's my skincare routine xx 🌚 (including pictures of all the products !)

i'm a teen with acne-prone slightly sensitive skin that gets oily by the end of the day🧖‍♀️

(i'm 99% sure i'm allergic to salicylic acid bc it didn't help with my breakouts/caused them so i avoid it in my routine❕)

as a makeup remover i use the elf holy hydration makeup melting balm 🚿

& a makeup eraser cloth 🧽

for stubborn waterproof eye makeup i use garnier skin active micellar cleaning water all-in-1 waterproof (aka the blue one) i have a huge bottle of it :)💧

(i want to start using reusable cotton rounds so pls lmk of any good brands !)

i just ran out but if i haven't worn makeup but my pores feel especially clogged i use the burt's bees oil cleanser 🥥 (you do have to double cleanse with a water based cleanser afterwards !)

for a daily water-based facial cleanser i use two different ones

the cerave foaming facial cleanser 🧼 "oil control" on the bottle is no joke ! i don't get oily in the day anymore bc of the niacinamide in this :)

but it can be a little drying/strong so i mix it with the cetaphil gentle skin cleanser 🛁

i use this really cheap & generic silicone face scrubber for my nostrils/chin/sideburn-hairline area 🧽

once a week i use this scrub pixi peel and polish its a mask with physical and chemical exfoliants

it smells like lemon cucumber water🥒 and can also be used for body acne on the chest, back, & arms !!

once a week i use an AHA chemical exfoliant it's elf supertone toner 🌝 it has glycolic acid and is has a little bit of a lemony scent

what i use as a daily toner is thayer's rose-scented witch hazel spray 💌 it calms down any redness i have instantly !

i used to use the cerave daily moisturizing lotion but it was a little oily and it was impossible to apply makeup on 🧘 so now i use it on my hands before doing my facial moisturizer

and for that i use a mix of elf holy hydration gel-yeah moisturizer and elf holy hydration face cream 💦 it's pretty self-explanatory but the former is a clear gel and the latter is a white cream, i adjust the proportions for my moisture needs :) ⛲️

in the winter or if my face feels dry or in need of healing i use clinique moisture surge overnight face mask 🦪

"mask" is a little misleading as you just apply it with your moisturizer like any other lotion 🧴 it's super hydrating, it's a little expensive but i got it as a gift and a little goes a long way ! :)

after a breakout has healed completely i use a little bio oil on top of my moisturizer to fade any dark spots/scars 🐚

after i shower and exfoliate my lips i use this random lip mask from bath and body works that's watermelon scented 🍉 it's thick (a little goes a long way) and yummy

i also use smith's rosebud salve in this tin 🌹 it's like a nice scented vaseline

i don't use it all the time bc it's expensive but i love the mario badescu caffeine eye cream💆it's so good for my sunken dark circles ! but avoid getting it in your eye and keeping it in the bathroom bc it curdles if it gets too hot from shower steam

for active acne spots i use might patch pimple patches 🩹regular for whiteheads and micropoint ones for swollen spots under the skin

those are pretty expensive so for smaller spots i use mario badescu drying lotion overnight 🫧

i'm pretty bad at remembering sunscreen in the morning but i just got the glow recipe dew balm with spf 45 and niacinamide 🌸 i love the glow and the light fruity scent :)

i do want mention that my life-saver game-changer for stopping cystic acne (those painful lumps deep in the skin) and just acne in general has been hormonal birth control pills ! after i started BC for pcos/hormonal reason all of my breakouts decreased significantly🪽

tysm for reading !! 🕊️ xx

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #68

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

Alice’s toast popped up from the toaster, slightly overdone. She rolled her eyes.

“We need to replace that toaster, Dan!”

Dan yelled back something unintelligible from upstairs. She wasn’t sure he’d heard her, but a slightly overdone piece of toast wasn’t a big deal. She took a butter knife from the drawer and nearly touched it to the butter dish, but stopped. She brought it close to her face to examine it. There was a brown spot on the blade.

She frowned at it. What the hell is that? She thought back to everything they’d eaten since moving in. It was mostly takeout, the sort of thing that came with its own pristine plastic cutlery. It was rare that she reached for a piece of silverware from the drawer. So maybe this brown mark predated the common era entirely.

In any case, the thing to do was to scrub until it was gone. She turned the sink on to a medium-high sort of heat and grabbed a green scrubbing pad. She went at it for about five minutes before realizing it wasn’t working. The spot was exactly the same as when she started.

Alice huffed and threw down the scrubber. She set the knife down on the sink and crouched to open the cabinet underneath. When she emerged again, she wore thick rubber gloves and held a bottle of Brasso in one hand and steel wool in the other.

She squeezed the bottle onto the spot and began scrubbing with all her weight. The cloudy paste on the surface of the knife turned a light brown. She smiled, but her face still showed determination. She continued scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing. And when she was afraid she might have sanded halfway through the blade, she stopped and rinsed it off.

But the brown spot remained.

Confused, she looked at it from every angle. There was no explanation for how this could be. She washed it with a sponge, dried it with a paper towel, and stuck it in the back of the drawer, behind the organizer, where they kept the ice cream scoop. She’d clean it another day. Before she shut the drawer, she took another knife to spread the butter on her toast. But she touched the plate and realized it had entirely gone cold.

She looked between the plate and the toaster, sighed, and put the toast back in.

[thecrochetcrowd]

Crochet Face Scrubber Pattern + Tutorial

The Crochet Face Scrubber uses Lily Sugar’n Cream yarn for a fast project. Great for craft tables or gift-giving. The pattern is only four rounds, and it’s really easy to keep counts as you go. Remember to use 100% cotton yarn, such as Bernat Handicrafter, Peaches and Cream, or Lily Sugar’n Cream, for this type of application. Be sure to hang the project dry out after use for better…

[lavenderangels444]

youthful

anti-wrinkle straw

eye cream

retinol

my masseuse is just great you should visit

ice roller

ice bath

ice box for skincare regime

pilates

hair oil

scalp scrubber

oversized headband

5am face wash

cold shower

when’s your wash day?

silk pillowcase

face creams

led mask

face oil $79.99 only

chemical peel

microneedle

botox

be a teenager again

airbrush

facetune

did you know you can learn to not use your face muscles?

don’t raise your eyebrows

don’t smile

don’t laugh

and don’t hold your breath

because you still won’t look as young

as her

[b14augrana]

Hey writer, May i request more of scrubber and alexia headcanon, love the relationship between those two parents/mentor/big sister all in one❤️

She has a huge soft spot for Scrubber, and only Scrubber. She’s basically Alexia’s daughter and Alexia has never behaved so motherly with any other person her age

The captain in Alexia isn’t very approving of all the tackles Scrubber makes and her disapproval shows on her face when Mapi and Lucy encourage her to do so, but deep down she’s prouder than ever of her Chiquita

For Alexia’s birthday, Scrubber posts the most raw pictures of her on her close friends. It’s funny because while everyone else views Alexia as ‘La Reina’ and this pillar in women’s football and such a big deal, Scrubber views her as another normal person that bakes her muffins every now and again and takes her to the park. That’s just her third mama

She would never admit it to anyone ever, but she’s learnt more about defending by watching Scrubber play than actually being coached. Her defensive awareness is solid now, all thanks to a 16 year old

After Scrubber told her about the incident with Athenea, Alexia became way more dismissive and cold towards her. To everyone it else it simply just looks like Alexia’s busy and she doesn’t mean to constantly blow Athenea off, but Alexia’s inner circle knows that it’s because Athenea got on her bad bad side after messing with her Chiquita; nobody messes with Chiquita and still has Alexia’s respect

They have a favourite ice cream parlour in downtown Barcelona that they like to go to at least a couple times a month, whether it’s right after practice in the evening or during the day on a Saturday. The owners know them by name (to be fair, everyone does) and they get special taste testing privileges of new flavours for being regulars

Alexia and Scrubber hire electrical scooters for the sole purpose of racing each other down the streets of Barcelona. They spend almost the entire day riding around the city and zooming down the roads, and when Alexia loses a race she swears on everything that her scooter is faulty or there was a rock in the way

[basketroyale]

Gift for teenage girls

Gift basket suitable for teen gift, birthday gift, thank you gift, etc Basket content: Facial scrub hyalouronic acid +Vitamin C 3.8 oz Facial cream hyalouronic acid +Vitamin C 3.8 oz Perfume oil 0.5 oz (refill bottle) Face scrubber Twin pk beauty sponge Purse (red) Eye mask Palette (16 colors)

[theglamazonweb]

Beauty Care Products That Round Out Your Morning Beauty Routine

Starting the day off with a well-rounded beauty routine can make a huge difference in how you look and feel throughout the day. It doesn’t have to be complicated or time consuming, but having the right products and tools can make all the difference. From cleansers and moisturizers to makeup and hair care, there are so many great products that can help you look and feel your best. So, what are the must-have beauty care products for a complete morning beauty routine? Let’s take a look at some of our favorite products that will help you start your day off on the right foot.

Beauty Care Products are essential to complete your morning beauty routine. From cleansers, toners, and moisturizers, to serums, eye creams, and masks, there's a product for every step of your cleansing and prepping process. Keeping skin hydrated and healthy is key, so be sure to look for products that are formulated specifically for your skin type. And don't forget to choose products that are free from harsh chemicals and fragrances. Taking time out of your morning to give your skin the individual attention it needs can make a big difference in your overall look and feel. With the right beauty care products, you'll be looking and feeling your best in no time.

Ultrasonic Scrubber is a great way to round out your morning beauty routine. This amazing device utilizes ultrasonic waves to effectively remove makeup, dirt, and oil from your face. It is gentle enough to use on even the most sensitive skin and is a great way to keep your skin looking and feeling healthy. In addition to the cleaning effects of the Ultrasonic Scrubber, the fact that it is waterproof and easy to use make it a must-have item in any beauty care routine. With a few minutes of use, you can easily and effectively remove the dirt and grime that can build up on your skin each day. You'll be left with clean and glowing skin, thanks to this great beauty tool!

In conclusion, the Ultrasonic Scrubber is a great device to help you maintain healthy and glowing skin. With gentle ultrasonic waves, this amazing device is able to effectively remove makeup, dirt and oil from your skin's surface. It is waterproof, easy to use, and gentle enough for even the most sensitive skin types. By investing in an Ultrasonic Scrubber, you can enjoy clean and beautiful skin all year long!

[bentonio]

An introduction

I'm a software engineer, startup founder and occasional angel investor currently living in San Francisco. I have a toddler at home who I take care of full-time, and my partner and I have another on the way.

I've worked on a few interesting things in the past. I worked at Twilio on a lot of user-facing things from 2010 through the end of 2012, including the account dashboard, API and documentation. I started and ran a consumer VoIP and messaging company called Charge (originally Bolt) from 2013 to 2018-ish. And I was the COO at ngrok for a little while before my first kid was born.

I also started an oat milk ice cream project and a nylon dish scrubber project, mostly for fun.

The latest thing I've been tinkering with is https://oneway.tel, mostly as a testing ground for some API proxy service ideas I am exploring.

I used to use Twitter, under the handle @sircromulent. And I used to write longer things on a now-archived self-hosted blog.

Here's my avatar/face blown up, just to test out the inline image feature: