#last step in my skincare routine

[mr-ribbit]

not to keep harping on this but if you HATE shaving your body or any other part of your "beauty routine": stop doing it. just stop doing it, at least for a little while (maybe when you don't have a lot going on if that helps) and HONESTLY gauge how it makes you feel. is this feeling better or worse than the amount of time, stress, and money the routine takes? do YOU actually prefer how you looked before, or are you only worried about what others think? if you stopped doing the routine forever, could you find other ways to feel better about yourself with that energy?

when I was like 19 and the idea of not shaving my legs anymore first occurred to me (bc I had a Cool Progressive Boyfriend that Didn't Care) i just stopped and it was immediately like... a quantifiably large chunk of unnecessary anxiety just sloughed off my life forever. instantaneously I got rid a bunch of effort and stress I had been accepting as normal, and replaced it with more time to do what actually made me feel 'ready' in the morning, like hygiene, coffee, preparing for my activities etc.

and i DONT feel self conscious about body hair personally but even if I did, no amount of shame over hair could outweigh how much easier my life is. not just bc 'shaving annoying' or 'long showers' or whatever, but like. yeah I don't waste as much time getting ready anymore, and I also don't have to realize last minute before some leg-showing event that im unfit for display and have a whole self-esteem plummeting anxiety attack about whether I should rush it unsafely and risk being late, cut up, and stressed out before the event, or go With Hair and feel judged the whole time. i don't have to go through any of those emotions and when anyone does comment on my hair rudely, im in a much healthier place to deal with it and tell them to fuck off rather than validate THEIR fucked up standards by feeling bad.

once I realized I didn't give a shit and neither did anyone I cared about, it also gave me the freedom to cut out a bunch of other shit I was only doing (or Thinking I Should) bc it was what girls Have To Do to be presentable. fuck shaving fuck waxing fuck eyebrow shaping fuck concealer fuck multi step skincare fuck shapewear fuck lip fillers fuck contouring fuck teeth whitening fuck all of it, you do not need to change ANYTHING about how you look Every Single Day.

for those of you about to say "but I like being shaven/wearing makeup/literally pulling hair out of my face painfully every day etc etc etc":

have fun and mod your avatar all you want but for gods sake if you hate it and complain about how long it takes and all the stuff you "have" to buy or do just to "get ready" - you do not have to. you're not just having fun. you are not getting Ready, you are making your mood and experience worse for yourself, which is going to make you feel unready and unprepared for actually being yourself comfortably.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Headcannons with Obsessive!Matt and Doll!Reader. Read at your own discretion - includes SFW and NSFW.

01: Following you like a lost puppy…

Matt can’t help it. He's addicted to the way you breathe practically. The scent that flows from your hair is intoxicating, the feeling of your soft skin on his lips always so hypnotizing. 

Your hair is bouncing with each step as you walk around the kitchen. Matt can’t help but get distracted with the emails he was supposed to be replying to, especially when he sees you walk to the hallway, your body disappearing past the corner. “Baby?” he questions, not wasting a second before screeching the chair backward, using a slight jog to catch up to you. 

You laugh while laying your hand on the knob - the bathroom door. “Matt, I’m just gonna do my skincare, I’ll be back out in a couple minutes,” you laugh, walking in and starting to pile products from the drawer out onto the counter.

Matt doesn’t care. He shakes his head, waltzing into the bathroom and leaning his head down on your shoulder, his hands wrapping lowly around your hips. “Can I watch?” he asks. 

You know he’s serious. Even though it’s the same routine he’s watched countless times, he always wants to stand behind you, complimenting you as he stares at you taking care of yourself - a task that makes him so utterly content. 

02:  Can’t seem to care as long as he has you…

Social anxiety was something the two of you had bonded over, neither of you were very content with the idea of PDA to begin with, but Matt couldn’t seem to care about what others thought sometimes. He just wanted to touch you. It felt like a burden to hold himself back, he couldn’t help but let everything else fade away while he focused on showering you with love.

The conversation had been humming in his ears. He was only directing his attention to how soft your hand felt in his, kissing along your knuckles as his heart swelled with anticipation from the sheer thought of going home, having you all to himself. 

“Matt,” you laugh, nudging him with an uncomfortable laugh. 

You love how much he craves you, but the thought of everyone seeing such an intimate act is making your chest thump with a harsh drum. 

Pouting, he spares one last kiss before setting your hand down, still holding onto it tightly as he starts to trace shapes on the back of your palm. “-’m sorry, Doll. I just…can’t help it sometimes,” he sighs. 

He looks up at you with a sullen expression. You spare him a sympathetic smile, leaning and pressing a kiss to his cheek - an act of affection that makes his face curl with a grin. 

“We’ll go home soon, then I’m all yours, okay?” you blush, the slight stain of your lip gloss on his cheek reminding you of the unfamiliar action that you had compulsively acted on. He just looked so…cute. You want him to know you appreciate him, you want him to feel your love too.

Matt sighs, licking over his lips as his eyes sparkle with excitement. “Okay.” he breathes, his cheeks flushing as he thinks of being alone with you, having you all to himself. He can’t seem to care about the rest of the conversation, all he can focus on is how bad he misses giving you his affection. 

03:  He wants to hold you anyway he can…

Being as close as possible calms something untouchable within him. Matt needs to feel your skin on his, but he wants to know you feel safe and secure. The bedroom is no different.  No matter what position or pace, he’s always holding you. 

“Fuckkkk, that’s it - good fuckin’ girl, I - mmmm,” he hums, cradling the back of your head as he pulls you into the crook of his neck. His body hovers over yours in missionary, your thighs quivering as he plunges himself inside of you over and over again, his lips falling open with a rough groan as he feels your warmth suck him in deep. 

Your hands claw at his back, the overwhelming sensation of euphoria building in your gut makes your body writhe, your moans and warm breath fanning across his neck as he keeps a steady rhythm. 

“Matt - m - ‘m gon - close…” 

He knows what you’re trying to say. Your walls are pulsing around his length, each thrust getting harder to pull out as you nearly trap him inside of you.

“Shit,” he whines as you start to cry out, the high washing over you feeling so immensely pleasurable, so inescapable. “-keep suckin’ me in - justttt like that, just like that,” he husks, his fingers massaging into your scalp as he feels your nails scratch against his shoulders, the loud cry pursing through your lips swelling him with pride as he comforts you through the high.

It feels so good to be so close. 

It may be obsessive, but it’s love. 

[monster-effer]

Autistic reader x LaDS headcanons

Summary: My headcanons on how the LADS men would accommodate an autistic!reader. Content: autism mention, fluff, Sylus x reader, Caleb x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, Xavier x reader (separate), perfectionism, rigid routines, self soothing, food cycles, missing social cues, gn!reader besides gendered word mentioned in Rafayel’s part, no reader pronouns mentioned (1.3k wc) A/N: I picked these autistic traits based on my own lived experience. If you don’t see yourself represented here, I’m always open to requests. For my fellow autistic bbs <3 (Also this was my first time writing for all the LADS men, so I hope I accurately depicted everyone)

Sylus – missing social cues

Sylus first noticed that you struggle with reading between the lines during the brooch hunting debacle. You took Luke and Kieran’s teasing remarks and sarcasm as genuine advice to take him down. And this made him wonder, did you really think he could be conquered with a pair of flimsy ‘Evol sealing’ handcuffs and a ‘tranquilizer gun’?

He was initially concerned about how gullible you seemed for a hunter. Until you grew closer and shared your autism diagnosis with him, along with the many ways it affects you.

Since then, Sylus thwarts the numerous pranking attempts from Luke and Kieran. Explaining afterwards that they were either being sarcastic or purposefully feeding you false information for their own entertainment.

He has Mephisto follow you around to make sure no one tries to take advantage of you.

Sylus would thoroughly explain any social cues that happen to go over your head when you’re attending auctions and other events in the N109 Zone. He amusedly raises an eyebrow when he notices a particularly flirty auction participant trying to get your attention. As you leave the event together Sylus teasingly whispers in your ear. “Trying to replace me already sweetie? I’m hurt.”

He goes on to describe the desperate attempts the auction attendee made to get in your good graces that night. And he can’t hold in his chuckle as he watches the confused look on your face morph into embarrassment. From your perspective, you thought they were just being friendly.

Sylus never looks down on you for missing social cues. He is your number one advocate and will serve as your social cues translator anytime you need him to. Because to him, you are perfect just the way you are.

Caleb – rigid routines

Caleb and you have been around each other since childhood. You have been together through so many struggles, triumphs, and discoveries about yourselves. He is very protective of you, bordering on obsessive. But you are his pipsqueak and he will protect you at all costs.

Since you were kids, he’s noticed that you stick to a very rigid routine:

Morning Wake up around the same time everyday Get ready for 1-2 hours Start off the day with a cup of tea

Night Go to sleep around the same time every night Go through your 5-step skincare routine Relax in bed for at least an hour scrolling on your phone/reading a book

But he wasn't sure why you did this.

Caleb has learned the hard way that if either of your routines get disrupted, it can throw everything off.

During his time as a DAA fighter pilot and now as a colonel, he’s become used to following a rigid routine himself. But he does not feel the same need to stick to these routines.

Caleb was the first person you talked to about your autism diagnosis, besides granny. And since he wants to know everything about you, he made sure to research autism thoroughly after your talk. He made it his mission to find out how to accommodate you properly.

He tries his hardest to help you stick to your routines and not add anything last minute to your day.

He makes sure you are not disturbed when you get ready in the morning or settle down for the night.

He has programmed his OTTO-SHD to restock the bathrooms with your skincare products when you begin to run low.

When he has a break from his colonel duties, he makes sure to call you before you normally begin your nighttime routine. Or if he misses that time window, he’ll text you instead and await your response when you are ready.

No matter what you need from him, he will always have your back. Because you are his and he is yours.

Zayne – struggle with expressing emotions/soothing yourself

You were childhood friends with Zayne, but you lost contact for a while before you reunited as adults.

You don’t even have to mention that you’re autistic to Zayne because he can spot another autistic person from a mile away. (He also has access to all your medical records as your primary care physician.)

As your relationship grows, he notices that you struggle with expressing your emotions and knowing how to deal with them. Especially when you are feeling angry or sad.

He discreetly reaches out to a colleague who specializes in working with autistic children and adults. From their conversations Zayne acquires a handful of methods to support you and encourage self-soothing when you get into an emotional funk.

Some days engaging in parallel play helps. Which usually involves him reading while you play a video game in the same room. Or he’ll cook a meal for you both, while you rot on the couch and watch cute cat videos on your phone.

Other days you want to be alone. Zayne has no problem giving you your space. Most of the time he walks around downtown Linkon on the hunt for some sweet treat to share.

Rarely, you want to be held. At first glance, Zayne may seem like a stoic, cold person, but he is the ultimate softie for you. He will cuddle with you for hours. And once you’ve had your fill, he’ll ask if you want to take a walk outside to get your blood circulating again.

You haven’t explicitly told him about your autism diagnosis, but you don’t feel the need to. Zayne makes you feel seen, and he wholeheartedly accepts you for who you are.

Rafayel – perfectionism

Although Rafayel is an artist, he does not suffer from perfectionism when it comes to his paintings. He lets the paintbrush and whimsy guide him.

When he "accidentally" meets you again, your perfectionism sticks out to him. He recalls you almost crying during a pottery class when you notice a bump on the vase you made that was fresh out of the kiln. Or how you agonize over the most minute details when he convinces you to paint with him.

When you confide in him that you have autism, he listens intently as you explain how it influences you. After you’re done, he's already came up with a plan.

Rafayel begins by getting you to paint more with him and offering reassurance when it doesn’t turn out how you would have liked it to.

He waxes poetic about how making mistakes is just a part of the journey. He digs up recordings of Bob Ross’ Joy in Painting series for you because that painter reframes mistakes as happy accidents.

He is overly dramatic and silly with you while you create art together so he can prevent you from spiraling into perfectionist tendencies.

Once you start to worry less about messing up when you paint, it carries over into other creative activities. Rafayel hopes that this change will eventually bleed into your everyday life as well. Because you are his queen, and he would do anything to make you happy.

Xavier – food cycles/safe foods

It is no secret that Xavier enjoys eating. And luckily you two have that in common.

But the more time you spend together, the more he notices that your eating habits are cyclic.

For weeks you’ll only want chicken nuggets and broccoli, once you get tired of that you’ll switch to wanting hot pot, then you’ll transition into only wanting peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for every meal.

He’s also witnessed you burst into tears over your favorite brand of snack changing their formula or being discontinued.

At first, Xavier was confused. He settled on believing you have strong and long-lasting cravings. But when you told him that you have autism, and explained how it manifests in your life, he leaned fully into accommodating you.

When you two are paired up on a mission together, he hands over your current favorite snack when you have some downtime.

When you are both free, he comes down to your apartment to eat your current favorite meal with you.

He has a collection of stamp cards from the local restaurants you two frequent depending on the current food cycle you’re going through.

Xavier never makes you feel weird about your eating habits, because he will happily eat whatever you want. You are his partner, and he would go through great lengths to help you feel safe and happy.

[yrluvjane]

Idea: Sirius is sitting all happily and prepared on the bed, waiting impatiently for reader to join him. She is going to do his skin-care, a Sunday night tradition. He demands his own special headband, asks several questions with his eyes closed, knowing it will take her longer to do the skin care then. Sneaking a hand up on her butt and her pulling on his ear telling him to behave, him claiming it is a part of their routine

The moment you stepped into the bedroom, you were met with the sight of Sirius Black sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed like an overeager puppy, already wearing his designated skincare headband—the ridiculous pink satin one with "DIVA" embroidered across the front in glittering letters.

"You're late," he announced, tapping an imaginary watch on his wrist. "I’ve been waiting ages. My pores are suffering."

You rolled your eyes, setting down the basket of skincare products on the nightstand. "You literally texted me three minutes ago saying, and I quote, 'Get your gorgeous arse in here, it’s self-care o’clock.'"

Sirius grinned, unabashed. "Three minutes is an eternity when a man’s complexion is at stake." He flopped back dramatically against the pillows, arms spread. "Now come on, then. Work your magic."

You climbed onto the bed, settling between his legs as he closed his eyes with an exaggerated sigh of contentment. The second your fingers touched his forehead with the first dab of cleanser, he hummed approvingly.

"This is the life," he murmured, tilting his chin up so you could swipe the product over his jaw. "Though I do think you missed a spot—"

"You’re literally making that up."

"Am not. My skin has needs, love."

You snorted, smoothing the cleanser in slow circles just to watch him melt under your touch. Sirius had zero shame when it came to this ritual—he’d once demanded a full facial massage and a cucumber slice for each eyelid, claiming it was "medically necessary for his star quality."

A comfortable silence settled as you worked, broken only by Sirius’s occasional theatrical sighs or muttered commentary.

"Are you sure this serum is the right one?" he asked, cracking one eye open. "It doesn’t feel as luxurious as last week’s."

"It’s the exact same bottle, Sirius."

"Hmm. Doubtful." He closed his eye again, lips twitching. "I think you’re cutting corners. Betrayal."

You flicked his nose. "Next time, you can do it yourself."

"Absolutely not," he gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "I’m a delicate creature. I require professional attention."

You were mid-eye-roll when his hand suddenly slid around your waist, fingers sneaking under the hem of your shirt to grope your ass with zero subtlety.

"Sirius—!"

"Mm?" He blinked up at you, all faux innocence. "What? It’s part of the routine."

"Since when?"

"Since always," he lied smoothly, grinning when you pinched his earlobe in retaliation. "Ow—okay, okay! Violence is not skincare-approved!"

"You’re impossible," you muttered, though the laugh in your voice ruined the scolding entirely.

Sirius’s grin turned wicked. "You love it."

And damn him—you did.

[luvnami]

i wanna pluck his brows

“what are you doing?”

you’re currently wearing a kuromi headband and an under eye mask. your posture is abhorrent as you peer into your bathroom mirror, tweezing away at your eyebrows. you squint your eyes and pluck out a singular, stray hair. 

“plucking my brows,” you reply to your husband without even batting an eye. 

ushijima doesn’t say anything. he watches silently as you tweeze out your eyebrow hairs and line them up neatly on a piece of toilet paper. he’s grown used to you and your self-care habits, be it the guasha routine you have in the morning or the terrifying red-light mask you don at night. one time, ushijima was so scared by that same mask because all the bedroom lights were switched off and he thought the devil had come for him. you barely avoided being hit in the face with his mean left hook. 

it’s not like ushijima doesn’t take care of his appearance. he had a minimal skincare routine of actual face wash (not bar soap!) and some moisturiser, but anything beyond that was unknown territory. you helped out with organising a simple schedule for masks, retinol, exfoliation, and sunscreen. he likes it when you help him do his skincare, soft fingers working the product into his skin. 

“do you want to pluck my eyebrows too?” ushijima offers. 

now, you turn to look at him. kuromi’s ears wiggle with your movement. behind on the counter is ushijima’s own corner where he keeps his skincare and razors neatly organised, his matching cinnamoroll headband neatly atop everything else. 

“are you sure? it hurts, toshi. i could do it for you if you want, though.”

ushijima wakatoshi is a strong man. he can deadlift about 200kg, he’s 192.7cm tall, and has played in the olympics before. surely he can handle some eyebrow tweezing. 

ushijima insists because he always wants to share experiences with you, even in the most mundane of things, so you concede because you do want to see him react to having his eyebrows plucked. he helps you sit on the bathroom counter and stands close enough that your knees brush against his abdomen. he places his palms on either side of your thighs, kissing your hairline affectionately. 

you take your time to comb out ushijima’s eyebrows with a spoolie. he’s blessed with rather thick brows and a nice, gentle arch, but you spot multiple stray hairs near his tails.

“i’ll just help you clean up the shape, okay? let me know if it hurts. i’ll start with this side.”

ushijima hums and closes his eyes as you place your thumb under his eyebrow to keep the skin taut. your tweezers find their target, and you pluck the offending hair out of his skin. 

ushijima jumps. his eyes are watering as they fly open, his brown bone stinging with pain. he doesn’t want to admit that his asshole just clenched. you stifle your laughter at his bewildered expression.

“toshi? are you okay?” you soothe. 

you kiss his brow. 

“how many more do you have to do?” he asks, deadpan. 

“mmm… maybe twenty on each side?” 

he pales. alas, ushijima wakatoshi is not a man who backs down from anything, even the most butthole-clenching pain of eyebrow plucking. he squeezes his eyes shut and lets you continue. 

the next day, he shows up to the olympics team training with neat eyebrows. kageyama stops mid-step to stare at him and even tilts his head to the side.

“you look different, ushijima-san.”

“do i?”

ushijima takes a sip from his bottle. 

bokuto gasps loudly. “woah! you’re like, ten times more handsome today, ushiwaka!” 

ushijima thinks of you, giggling as he furrowed his face in pain last night, determined to make it to the end of his eyebrow torture. you kissed him every single time you plucked a single hair. a small smile replaces the stoic expression on his face.

“thank you. my wife plucked my eyebrows for me.”

[sturniqlo]

FORGIVE ME- CHRIS STURN

summary: chris cannot go to sleep without apologizing to his girlfriend blurb

cw: not tooo angsty?

an: chris saying he can't go to sleep until he apologizes to nick or matt did something to me

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Seven hours, it had been seven hours since both Y/n and Chris have spoken a word to each other. Their argument was at around three and it was now ten. Y/n was getting ready for bed in their shared bathroom while Chris was still in the living room doing who knows what.

Y/n did her last step to her skincare routine and massaged her moisturizer on her face. Then, the detangled her hair and headed for bed. She sighed as she turned off the light and got under the covers. She was missing something- someone.

This was one of their first actual arguments. Yeah, they've had little fights here and there but never like this. She had stormed out, needing some time to herself. She couldn't do it here, not when he was in the house as her. So, she stayed in her car until she was ready to go back in. Now, they're in this position, they've been ignoring each other all afternoon.

For lunch, which Y/n usually makes for both of them, Chris postmated some food and Y/n made herself some lunch. They ate thier meals in different rooms, Chris stayed in the kitchen while Y/n went to the living room. When Chris would enter the living room, Y/m would get up and go to the bathroom, so did Chris when Y/n entered a room he was in.

Y/n turned off her bedside lamp and the room went completely dark. She tossed and turned, until she eventually fell asleep.

It must've been about two hours or more until Chris started to yawn. He contemplated whether or not to sleep in the living room, but he eventually decided he'd sleep in thier room with Y/n. He got ready for bed, changing his clothes and brushing his teeth. When he opened the bedroom door, the light from the hallway lightly lit up the room and he saw Y/n sound asleep facing away from his side of the bed.

He quietly closed the door and got under the covers next to Y/n. He put his phone on his nightstand and tried to go to sleep. However, he couldn't. He laid there with his eyes open staring at the door, the ceiling or when he turned over he started at Y/n's back side. I have to apologize. He thought. "Baby." He propped himself up on one elbow and tapped her shoulder with his free arm. No response. "Babe." He shook her lightly and she moved. "Mm?" She hummed sleepily.

"Are you sleeping?" He asked. What a dumb question. "No shit." Y/n responded, she hated when her sleep got interrupted. Chris let out a breathy laugh. "Can we talk?" He mumbled. "About what?" She finally turned around to face him although she could only see his silhouette. "Our argument from earlier today." He said. "How about in the morning, I'm really tired." She tried to turn back around but he lightly grabbed her shoulder.

"No, now. I- I can't sleep. I have to apologize." Chris spoke softly. "Fine." She finally agreed and turned around to turn her lamp on. Chris finally saw her face. Her eyes were adjusting to the bright light and her hair was slightly on her face. She looked cute. "I'm really sorry about my behavior earlier today. It just that Nick and Matt weren't answering me for our meeting tomorrow and our work and our schedules are all over the place." He bagan. "And- I got easily pressed over something so stupid. I'm sorry, babe. Do you forgive me?" He touched her cheek.

"I do. Everyone has their bad days, you know? I just- I wish you would've told me about what you were going through, maybe I could've helped you or something." She smiled softly. "I- I will next time and all the times after that, okay?" He made a promise and Chris never broke his promises. "Okay."

"Now come here, I wanna cuddle you all night." Y/n giggled at his eagerness so she turned the lamp off and scooted over to Chris.

"I will never try to go to sleep mad at you, it's torture."

[munsonsmixtapes]

doing nighttime skin routine with eddie? hes like a dog just wanting to be included in whatever you do, nudging your hands to put lotion on him too

This man is such a golden retriever

Eddie follows you into the bathroom, right behind you as you stand in front of the mirror. He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you put on one of your headbands to get your hair out of the way so you can do your skincare.

“Can I have one?” He asks, knowing that you’ll give in just by seeing those damn brown eyes.

“Course you can, baby.” You open the drawer closest to you then hand it to him as you reach for your face wash.

“Put it on me?” He ask, holding it in front of your face. You roll your eyes but you do love doing things like this for him. You turn around and put it over his head, letting it hang around his neck as you tie his hair back just to be sure that it doesn’t get in the way. You then push the headband up, pushing back his hair and you realize just how weird it is to see his forehead since his bangs aren’t in the way.

“How do I look?” He asks, putting his hands under his chin while batting his eyelashes.

“Like a dork,” you reply before turning back to the sink, spreading your cleanser on your face as Eddie turns the water on to let it warm up a bit.

“But I’m your dork,” he replies then picks up the cleanser bottle. “Can I have some of this too?”

“Whatever you want, baby,” you tell him, leaning over and rinsing the cleanser off of your face. Once you come back up, Eddie is holding a towel out for you, gently patting your face with it as he squirts some of the cleanser into your hand.

“Oh, am I doing this for you, too?”

“Mhm,” he nods, that damn lovesick smile on his face that always makes your heart melt. “Pamper me.”

“Only because you’re cute.” You press a kiss to his lips then put the cleanser on his face, watching his eyes flutter shut. “You’re like those pets in those videos that like to have their owners pretend to put makeup on them.”

“I agree,” he nods. “I just like it when you take care of me. You’ve got a gentle touch and I love being showered in your kisses afterwards.”

“I really do give you special treatment don’t I? Now rinse.” Eddie turns and rinses the cleanser off of his face while you move on to the toner, using a cotton pad to rub it into your skin and once you’re done, you pat Eddie’s face dry then do the same for him, applying the rest of your routine to your face and doing the exact same for him.

He eats it up, loving how gentle you are with him, how you even tell him why the steps are in that exact order. He’s fascinated by it all, loving to hear you speak, no matter what you’re talking about.

“Moisturizer is last,” you tell him as you rub it into his skin. He almost doesn’t want it to end, loving feeling your soft hands on his face. He could fall asleep just like this because of how soothing it is. You pull your hands away and he opens his eyes, smiling at you as you reach for his headband, but he turns away.

“I wanna keep it on if that’s okay.” You just smile at him before pressing your lips to his.

“So first you steal my sleep mask and now this?”

“It’s not my fault that you have to have the tv on to go to sleep. I need my beauty rest, y/n. If I don’t get exactly eight hours I-”

“I know, baby. Now let’s go to bed, hm? You’re getting cranky.” You grab hold of his hand and pull him into the bedroom where you get in on each side of the bed. You turn on the tv while Eddie reaches for his eye mask and ear plugs and as he slides the mask over his eyes, pulling you to his chest, you roll your eyes, but can’t help but be nothing but grateful for your drama queen.

[glowettee]

the real secret to self-improvement no one talks about

hi lovelies, it's mindy

self-improvement isn’t just about perfect morning routines or buying cute stationery. while those things are fun, they’re only surface-level. real self-improvement goes deeper. it’s about creating meaningful, lasting change in your life. if you’re tired of the same recycled advice and want to level up in a way that sticks, this post is for you.

✨ 1. repair before you upgrade

you can’t build a glow-up on a broken foundation. most people dive straight into new habits and routines without addressing the things holding them back. maybe it’s overthinking, procrastination, or negative self-talk. whatever it is, fixing those cracks first will make everything else easier.

actionable tip: spend time journaling or reflecting on the things that sabotage your progress. ask yourself:

what’s draining my energy?

what beliefs are holding me back?

what habits do I need to stop?

self-awareness is the first step to meaningful change.

✨ 2. curate your inner aesthetic

we talk so much about physical aesthetics; outfits, skincare, room decor. but what about your mental aesthetic? your inner world is just as important as what’s on the outside.

ask yourself: is my mind calm and confident, or is it cluttered with negativity and self-doubt? start curating your mental space like you’d curate your pinterest boards.

unfollow people who drain you.

limit scrolling and spend time doing things that actually bring you joy.

romanticize stillness, it doesn't matter if it’s taking a slow walk, reading, or just lying in bed and thinking about life.

actionable tip: create a mental vision board. write down three feelings you want to embody (e.g., peace, gratitude, confidence) and focus on habits that help you get there.

✨ 3. think small to go big

one of the biggest mistakes in self-improvement is focusing on huge, intimidating goals. instead, start with micro-challenges, small, manageable steps that feel fun and doable.

for example:

instead of aiming to wake up at 5 a.m., try waking up 15 minutes earlier for a week.

don’t overhaul your diet overnight; start by drinking one extra glass of water daily.

tiny wins build momentum, and that momentum keeps you going.

actionable tip: pick one micro-challenge to start this week. it could be as simple as organizing your desk or texting a friend you’ve been meaning to reconnect with. small changes lead to big transformations.

✨ 4. audit your environment

your environment shapes your energy. if your space is cluttered, your mind will feel the same. start by decluttering one area of your life.

but don’t stop at physical spaces. think about the people you surround yourself with too. are they uplifting and inspiring, or are they draining your energy? leveling up sometimes means letting go of what doesn’t align with your future self.

actionable tip: dedicate one day this week to an “environment refresh.” declutter one physical space and evaluate one relationship. ask yourself: does this align with the person i want to become?

✨ 5. embrace your soft power

self-improvement doesn’t have to be intense or overwhelming. there’s strength in soft, intentional growth. it’s not about becoming someone else; it’s about becoming the best version of you.

romanticize your growth. make it feel special:

play calming music while you clean your room.

use a pretty notebook for your to-do lists.

light a candle before you start studying.

the more enjoyable your journey feels, the more likely you are to stick with it.

actionable tip: turn self-improvement into a ritual. add little touches that make the process feel fun and cozy, like wearing your favorite outfit while journaling or drinking tea while planning your week.

✨ key takeaways

real self-improvement isn’t about quick fixes or following trends. it’s about improving yourself in small steps that align with YOUR path.

hopefully this post helped you all

<3 mindy.

[jaylalolz]

Hi, first of all I would like to say that I love your stories, they are very good. I had a story idea with Nicholas, where the character is invited by Vogue to make a video about her morning routine. Everything was going well until Nicholas decided to participate in this video. I would like something really cute and fun

❛ 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

SUMMARY, nicholas chavez’ girlfriend does her makeup tutorial on vogue but he accidentally interrupts.

A/N, i’m glad you enjoy my writing!! instead of doing morning routine; i did beauty secrets.

WARNINGS, none



As the camera starts rolling, Nicholas’s girlfriend smiles brightly, introducing herself to the viewers.

“Hey, everyone! I’m so excited to be doing my Vogue Beauty Secrets today. I’ll show you my go-to makeup routine, plus share a little about my upcoming projects,” she says, applying her foundation with practiced ease. “I love this part—it’s like the base for everything!”

She’s just reached her concealer when suddenly, Nicholas strolls into the shot, oblivious to the camera. Realizing what he’s done, he freezes and his eyes widen.

“Oh, sorry! Sorry!” he laughs, ready to step out, but she just shakes her head, laughing too.

She laughs, waving him over. “No, no! You’re here now; might as well join me!”

Nicholas grins, stepping in beside her. “Alright, guess I’m doing my Vogue Beauty Secrets debut!” He dramatically holds up an imaginary foundation brush and speaks in a mock-influencer voice. “So, what you want to do is dab, blend, and—”

She rolls her eyes, handing him a real brush.

He takes the brush, pretending to be very serious as he blends with exaggerated, delicate strokes. “See? It’s all in the wrist,” he says, swirling the brush with finesse.

She giggles, reaching for her moisturizer and eye cream. “Okay, since you’re here, I think it’s time we take care of your skin!”

Nicholas laughs, holding his hands up. “I’m the assistant! No one said anything about me getting a makeover!”

“Too late.” She dabs moisturizer onto his cheeks. “So, Nicholas here thinks he doesn’t need skincare. But, actually, hydration is key, especially after a long day filming.”

“Hydration is key,” he echoes, trying to keep a straight face as she smooths the moisturizer into his skin. “Next thing you know, I’ll be talking about serums and toners.”

“Exactly!” She grins, grabbing her toner and patting it onto his cheeks. “See? You’re practically a pro now.”

“And next up, let’s go in with a little blush for that… you know, healthy glow.” He reaches out as if he’s doing her blush, guiding her hand to the brush with exaggerated care.

“Oh, is that what it’s for?” she asks, smirking at his confident tone. “Yep. And you can trust me,” he grins, tapping her nose. “I’m totally a pro.”

Finally, she pulls out her lip gloss, about to apply it when Nicholas takes it from her. “I got this,” he insists. “You have to be very precise…”

Leaning in to apply it on her. Carefully, he sweeps the gloss across her lips, then steps back to admire his work. But instead of handing the gloss back, he leans in, planting a kiss on her freshly applied gloss, leaving a smudge.

She laughs, looking at her messy lips in the mirror. “You did my lips just to mess up!”

Nicholas chuckles, giving her a wink. “Can’t say i’m sorry!” With one last playful grin, he leaves the frame, and she shakes her head, laughing, as she reaches for her gloss again.

[channiesbakery]

pancakes for dinner —

prompt / request — clinging onto their partner for ages after not being able to be with them all day

pairing — boo!reader + brother’s bestfriend!vernon

word count — 894

genre — fluff

it was cliché, falling for your older brother’s best friend. it’s not like you planned for it to happen but when you ended up at the same college, your feelings of friendship turned into something more.

it was easy sneaking around when you were at college, but now that you were home for break, it seemed like your brother, seungkwan, was always around you.

it was torture whenever hansol came over to see your brother and not you. you’d be able to sneak a few short moments together when seungkwan stepped out of the room but you were both getting tired of sneaking around.

it’s the last weekend before the semester starts so seungkwan decides to go out to a party, dragging hansol with him.

with your brother out, you had the entire house to yourself. you start preparing for your little self care night when there’s a knock at your front door.

you cautiously check who it is, not expecting anyone tonight but immediately relax once you see hansol standing outside.

“shouldn’t you be at the party with kwannie?” you ask. “i come over to surprise my girlfriend and the first thing you ask me is about your brother?” he teases as you let him into the house.

“well he did tell me he was dragging you to that party tonight,” you shrug before wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning up to kiss him.

“i think I’ve hung out with your brother enough these past two weeks. haven’t had enough time my favorite boo though,” he hums, kissing you back.

his arms circle you, holding you tight as he buries his face in your hair. you try to pull away but he just tightens his grip.

“i don’t remember you being this clingy,” you tease. “shut up. i haven’t been able to hold you like this for nearly two weeks because of your brother,” he mumbled against your hair.

“well you interrupted my self care night,” you say and he sighs. “you boos and your skincare routines. alright, what themed sheet masks are we using tonight?” hansol asks as you drag him up to your room.

you let him pick a sheet mask from your collection, choosing one to match him. you relax in bed, starting another episode of your guys’ favorite show while you let the masks soak.

“hansol, stop picking at it,” you scold when you see him touching his face again. “but it’s sticky,” he whines. “babe, it’s a mask,” you sigh.

the episode ends just as it’s time for your masks to come off. hansol practically runs into the bathroom to take it off, rinsing his face.

“wow, i am glowing,” he checks himself out in the mirror. “yeah yeah, happy you did the mask with me now?” you tease. “mhm, maybe it is worth it,” he says, running his finger along his cheek, feeling how soft it was now.

you’re about to start another episode when hansol’s stomach growls.

you both pad downstairs, looking in the fridge for something to eat. “there’s some leftover soup so we can always heat that up– oh or make ramen,” you start to suggest then you hear him rummaging around.

“what are you doing?” you ask, watching him grab the bag of flour. “making pancakes,” he says, like it’s the most obvious answer.

“it’s 11 pm,” you tell him. “okay and?” he shrugs. “a bit late for breakfast, don’t you think?” you ask but grab a mixing bowl for him and the rest of the ingredients.

“well since i didn’t get to make you breakfast, pancakes for dinner it is,” hansol grins. a playlist of your favorite songs play as you both dance around the kitchen.

you don’t bother moving to the dining room or living room to eat. hansol has the whipped cream can, adding some to the pancakes before he sprays some directly into his mouth.

“you’re disgusting,” you tease. “you love me,” he grins. “i guess i do,” you hum, kissing the whipped cream off the corner of his lip.

you’re about to start cleaning up when you hear the front door opening, then seungkwan’s voice and a few of his other friends.

you and hansol both give each other a wide eyed look before you’re pushing him out the back door in the kitchen, just before seungkwan walks in.

“you’re up late,” your brother notes when he walks in, seeing the mess you’d made with the pancakes. “and eating pancakes at this hour?” he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t judge me. besides, aren’t you supposed to be at a party?” you ask. “it got boring. so chan and mingyu are here for a few more drinks. plus, hansol ditched us,” seungkwan scoffs a little as he grabs some beers from the fridge.

“well I’m heading to bed. tell gyu and chan i say hi,” you say as he leaves the kitchen. once your brother is gone, you quietly let hansol back inside.

you both think you’re in the clear and you’re about to try to sneak back upstairs to your room when you hear your brother’s voice.

“hey hansol! how come you never make me pancakes?”

you both share a look, trying to decide what to do when seungkwan speaks up again.

“next time you wanna sneak around, hide your shoes and don’t just leave them by the front door!”

[goldfades]

i need you to write something else for melo 😩😩 he’s too fine

this was just a random idea that just came to me so enjoy lamelo being dramatic per usual

lamelo’s sprawled out on your bed, long limbs taking up too much space like he owns the place. he’s scrolling on his phone, but you can feel his eyes on you every time you move—sharp, curious, like he’s waiting for something. you’re standing at your dresser, your back to him, the little mirror propped up in front of you as you go through your routine.

"what’s that for?"

his voice cuts through the quiet, lazy and amused. you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s grinning like he just said something groundbreaking. you roll your eyes instead, squeezing a dollop of cleanser onto your fingers.

"it’s face wash, lamelo. what do you think it’s for?"

"i mean, i know that," he says, dragging the last word out like you’re the one being ridiculous. "but what’s it do? like, specifically."

you glance at him over your shoulder, and yep, there’s that grin. all teeth and mischief, like he’s poking at you just because he can. "it cleans your face."

"but how, though?" he asks, like he’s genuinely perplexed. "like, does it get in your pores or something? or—"

"oh my god," you cut him off, turning back to the mirror before you start laughing, "why are you asking so many questions? do you want to do it for me or something?"

"nah," he says, but he’s already sitting up, leaning forward like he’s trying to get a better look. "just curious. what’s next? that little bottle? what’s in that one?"

you exhale a laugh, shaking your head as you rub the cleanser into your skin. "this is toner. you don’t need to know what’s in it."

"but what if i wanna know?" he says, teasing, leaning back on his hands like he’s settling in for a whole lesson. "what if i wanna have nice skin, too?"

you pause, hands stilling against your face, and look at him. lamelo is dead serious—or as serious as he can look, which isn’t very with his lopsided smile and the way his hair’s falling into his eyes.

and that’s how you end up making him sit on the edge of the bed, wide-eyed and skeptical, while you hand him a pink headband.

"put it on," you say, holding out the soft, pink headband that you’ve worn a million times.

lamelo looks at it like it’s a foreign object, brows furrowing. "you for real right now?"

"dead serious," you say, not even hiding the smirk tugging at your lips. "you wanna know all about skincare? you gotta commit."

he stares at you for a long second, probably debating if this is worth it. but then, with a dramatic sigh like he’s sacrificing his pride or whatever, he grabs the headband and stretches it over his head.

it’s a little tight, and his curls stick out in every direction, but it’s on. he looks ridiculous. you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

"stop looking at me like that," he mutters, fidgeting with the band, trying to adjust it.

"like what?" you ask, all wide-eyed innocence.

"like you wanna take a picture or some shit," he grumbles, but the corner of his mouth is twitching, and you know he’s trying not to smile.

"don’t tempt me," you say, turning back to your dresser and grabbing your cleanser. you squeeze some into your hand, then hold the bottle out to him.

"okay, first step," you say, "you’re gonna wash your face."

he takes the bottle like it’s fragile, turning it over in his hands to read the label. "you got me using, like, top-shelf stuff, huh? this some fancy brand?"

"just put it on your hands," you say, snatching it back and setting it down. "it’s not that deep."

he does as he’s told, squeezing way too much onto his palms, and you groan. "that’s way too much! do you think your face is the size of a basketball?"

"hey, i don’t know how this works!" he says, laughing now, trying to rub it into his hands. soap bubbles are already spilling over his fingers.

"oh my god," you mutter, grabbing a towel and shaking your head. "you’re hopeless. here, let me—"

before you can finish, he’s already slapping the foam onto his face, making these exaggerated, circular motions like he’s scrubbing the kitchen sink. you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach.

"you look like you’re washing a car," you manage to say between gasps, and he grins through the foam, white suds all over his cheeks.

"hey, i’m getting into it," he says, like he’s proud of himself. "you gotta put some effort in, right?"

"there’s effort," you say, wiping at your eyes, "and then there’s... whatever this is."

he sticks his tongue out at you, smearing more cleanser across his forehead. it’s absurd, honestly—lamelo ball, nba star, sitting in your room with a pink headband on, looking like a kid finger-painting on his own face. but it’s also kind of... sweet? in a chaotic, messy kind of way.

"okay, okay," you say, grabbing his wrists to stop him. "you’re gonna give yourself a rash. just—rinse it off."

he leans over the small sink in the corner of your room, splashing water everywhere as he washes the soap away. when he looks up, his face is dripping, his curls damp at the edges.

"how do i look?" he asks, grinning like a fool.

you tilt your head, pretending to assess him. "clean. that’s a good start."

he chuckles, grabbing a towel to pat his face dry, and you hand him the next product.

"this one’s toner," you explain, holding up a cotton pad. "you just swipe it across your skin."

"what’s it do?" he asks, dutifully copying your motions.

"balances your skin," you say, vaguely. "shrinks your pores."

"shrinks my pores?" he echoes, like that’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard. "damn, i didn’t even know my pores needed shrinking."

you laugh, shaking your head as you reach for the next step in your arsenal. you’re only halfway through the routine, but lamelo’s already invested—asking a million questions, trying not to mess it up too bad, glancing at you for approval after every step.

and as much as he’s testing your patience, there’s something about the way he’s taking it seriously—like he actually cares about doing it right—that makes you smile.

maybe this was a good idea after all.

you’re both back on the bed now, and lamelo’s lying flat on his back, staring up at you like he’s questioning every life choice that led to this moment.

"this is unnecessary," he whines, arms folded dramatically behind his head. "my brows are fine. perfect, even."

you’re straddling his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him, holding a pair of tweezers in one hand and a look of determination in the other. "your brows are a mess. you’ve got like... a whole constellation happening up here."

he scoffs, tilting his head back against the pillow. "ain’t nobody ever complained before. why you coming for me like this?"

"because I care," you say, smirking as you lean forward. "now hold still or I’m gonna mess it up, and then you really will have something to complain about."

he groans, dramatically throwing one arm over his eyes. "this is torture. actual torture. I’m calling the league on you."

"call adam silver," you say, laughing. "I’m sure he’ll take you very seriously when you tell him your girlfriend plucked your eyebrows."

he peeks at you from under his arm, his lips twitching with a smile he’s trying to hide. "you better be gentle," he mutters. "i’m trusting you with my face."

"you’ll survive," you say, pinching his chin lightly to tilt his head toward you. you squint at his brows, lining up the tweezers. "okay, first one..."

the second you pluck a hair, he yelps like you’ve just stabbed him. "ow! nah, that hurt!"

"it did not hurt," you say, rolling your eyes.

"it did!" he insists, throwing his head back dramatically. "why you gotta be so rough?"

"i barely touched you," you argue, but you’re grinning because he’s being so over-the-top about it. "stop being a baby."

"i’m not a baby," he grumbles, but he’s pouting now, lips sticking out like a kid who’s been told no.

"okay, fine," you say, leaning closer again. "i’ll be gentler. but you have to stay still."

he gives you a side-eye like he doesn’t trust you, but he nods. "fine. one more chance."

you pluck another hair, slower this time, and he winces, sucking in a dramatic gasp. "nah, you lying. that’s worse!"

you can’t help it—you start laughing so hard you almost drop the tweezers. "you’re such a drama queen, oh my god."

"this ain’t funny!" he says, but he’s grinning now, too, trying to keep his cool. "you out here abusing me in my prime."

"abusing you?" you repeat, still laughing. "do you want your brows to look good or not?"

"they already look good," he says, like that’s the final word on the subject.

you lean back, resting your hands on his chest as you give him a once-over. "you’re lucky you’re cute," you say, shaking your head. "otherwise, i’d give up on you completely."

his grin softens into something warmer, and he reaches up to grab your wrist, tugging you down a little closer. "cute, huh?" he murmurs, voice lower now.

"don’t let it go to your head," you say, but your face heats up anyway because he’s looking at you like that, all soft and playful.

"too late," he says, and before you can roll your eyes, he’s tilting his head up to kiss you, quick and sweet, his lips brushing against yours like he’s sealing the moment.

you try to act annoyed, but the smile breaking across your face gives you away. "you’re still getting these brows done," you say, pointing the tweezers at him.

"yeah, yeah," he says, lying back down with a sigh. "just don’t kill me, okay?"

"no promises," you tease, leaning forward again.

[yelenasbraid]

6 inch heels — joe burrow

summary — Joe loves how your legs look in heels. He’s sure to make sure you know that.

warnings — fem!reader, smut (fem!oral, MDNI), fluff

note — i need to be put in an insane asylum because what the hell am i on

tags — @starsinthesky5 @willowsnook @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @burrowdarling @joeburrowshaircurl @iosivb9 @ebsmind @softburrow @kazsbrckkers @blairsworld22 (comment/send an ask if you wanna be added!)

IT WAS EARLY WHEN YOU WOKE UP. You rolled out of bed, leaving the warmth and safety of the sheets. You padded into the bathroom, running your hands down your face. It was too early, and your muscles were groaning with every step you took. You closed the bathroom door, shedding yourself of an old LSU t-shirt of Joe’s and shorts. You smirked as you saw the deep purple marks from the night before, your finger lightly tracing the ones on your neck. You hissed; they were still incredibly sensitive.

You turned on the shower, slipping under the warm water. You let it roll down your back, soaking your skin before you start your shower routine.

You stepped out, wrapping one towel around your body while another was wrapped around your hair. You dried yourself off, dressing yourself in your bra, panties, blouse and pencil skirt. Once you were dressed, you opened the bathroom door, the steam from your shower swirling into the bedroom.

Joe was awake, and he’d been on his phone. His eyes landed on your form as you opened the door, observing your outfit. Black blouse with a navy blue pencil skirt. The skirt perfectly accentuated your ass, and he let his eyes linger there for a moment.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” you hummed as you took your hair out of the towel, drying your ends.

“I have plenty of pictures, my love,” Joe hummed. He stood up, clad in only his boxers, and padded into the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to one of the hickeys he gave you.

“You should leave these out,” he hummed as he looked in the mirror, brushing your hair from your neck, “don’t want any of your coworkers getting the wrong idea,”

“They won’t, babe,” you promised. You continued in your skincare routine, massaging your face with your serums and moisturizers.

“Hm, you sure about that?”

“Says the one who’s weird about PDA,” you quipped, smirking at him in the mirror.

“To be fair, so are you,” he kissed your neck, letting his tongue drag across your skin. It sent shivers down your spine. It created an ache deep within your core that only he could take care of. But you didn’t have time.

“You wanna shower?” you asked him, finishing with your facial routine. You looked at him in the mirror, observing how beautiful he was. Sunkissed skin, unruly curls from your fingers last night, and the way his plush lips trailed down your skin.

“Yeah,” he hummed softly, “hate you beat me to it. I wanted to shower with you,”

“Sorry,” you turned around in his arms, kissing him sweetly on the lips, “maybe tonight.”

—

You sit on the edge of the bed as Joe comes out of the bathroom, towel hanging low around his waist. Your eyes flick up to meet his, his blue eyes sparkling with the morning light and an untamed desire.

You smirked at him as you grabbed one of your heels, slipping it onto your foot. You went to grab another, but Joe stopped you. You could smell his body wash, the sweetness of his scent. He knelt down in front of you, cupped your calf in his hand before slowly slipping your heel on. It was oddly intimate, and it got your heart racing.

“What’s this for?” you hummed softly, watching as Joe’s hand caressed your calf, sending sparks flying between you.

“Shh,” Joe pressed a finger to his lips, “save that voice for later,” he hummed. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your knee, making your breath hitch. His lips moved up the side of your knee, towards the inside of your thighs. His hands roamed your calves, feeling the muscles that you worked so hard to have.

“Joey,” you whispered, feeling the familiar heat build within your body. You watched as he kissed your legs, peppering kisses to your perfumed skin. His hands moved to both of your legs, planting them on your thighs. The callouses of his hands provided a light scratching sensation, sending aches cascading down to your throbbing pussy.

His hands pushed your pencil skirt up, his lips kissing your skin. His tongue swirled around your skin, his blue eyes flicking towards yours. He could see the haze in your expression, the lust. He smirked, and he kissed up your thighs, pushing your skirt up with his hands.

“Joe,” you hummed, “I have to go to work,”

“Not for another 30 minutes,” his hands found your hips, pushing your back against the bed, “dunno know why you’re always leavin’ early,” he mumbled once his lips found your thigh again. His hands pushed your skirt up, his tongue licking a strip up your vein, kissing where your thigh met your pelvis. You shuddered, feeling him so close to your throbbing pussy, and all thought was thrown out the window.

His hands ended up tugging your skirt all the way off, tossing it aside. You went to kick your heels off, but he settled a strong hand on your thighs.

“No,” he looked up at you, parting from your legs, “keep them on,” he smirked, kissing your inner thigh again. His kisses, his warm and plush lips against the sensitive skin of your thigh was drawing arousal from you, soaking your panties. Joe could see it. He could smell it. His eyes flicked down to your soaking, clothed pussy, and he ran a finger along the material. Your breath hitched, your back flattening against the bed, one of your hands going to rest on your breast.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Joe’s voice was rough, lust and need swirling around his tongue as he spoke. His thumb moved up your pussy, making you moan and buck your hips. He rubbed you through her panties, but he was salivating. He needed to taste you.

He pulled your panties from your hips, slipping them down your body. He flicked his eyes up to you, watching as your fingers kneaded your breast, as your lips were parted with anticipatory pants. His eyes flicked down to your naked pussy, seeing your arousal leak out of you. He spread your thighs, watching as your arousal dripped down your body.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “baby you’re a walking feast,” he didn’t warn you before he licked a fat stripe over your pussy, making you moan and arch your back. His arms looped under your thighs, resting on your hips, keeping you in place.

He kissed the very outside of your pussy before moving his lips to your slit. He sucked at your folds, his tongue slipping out to swirl around your slit. The moans that poured out of you were unholy, they were desperate pornographic. He loved it.

He moaned against you as he purposely avoided your clit. He lapped at your folds, tasting the salty sweetness of your arousal. He couldn’t get enough. His body was thrumming with his own desire, but he was lost in the taste of your pussy. He lapped at you lazily, drawing moans and whines from your lips. His hands held you down, but his thumbs rubbed small circles along your skin.

“Fuck Joe,” you moaned, your one hand kneading your breast while the other dug itself deep into Joe’s curls. His lazy stripes, how he was slurping up your arousal like a dog on a hot summer day. It was fucking addicting.

He licked at you, his eyes closed as he reveled in your taste, as you coated his tongue. He took a minute to breathe, but he didn’t take too long. His tongue flicked your clit, and your back arched. A sharp inhale filled your lungs as you felt his tongue flick over your clit.

“Joe,” you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut as he electrified you with his tongue, how he ushered in the heat of an impending release.

He smirked as his tongue swirled around your swollen clit. Your thighs shook, your hand clenched in his hair, making him moan. His lips closed around your clit, sucking, his tongue swirling still. He could tell you were close, more and more arousal slipped through your slit. He moved his mouth away from your clit, and licked a stripe up your pussy. His mind was in a haze, glossed over with tasting you, with your thick, sticky arousal.

You were losing your mind. Your fingers dug into his scalp as he worshipped your pussy, as he licked at you like a dog. You moaned, your thighs squirming as your legs couldn’t sit still. Your legs lifted, but Joe brought his hands to your thighs, coaxing them back down.

“Baby,” you whimpered, feeling his tongue flick and play with your clit. He looked up at you as he closed his mouth around you, as licked through your folds, his tongue slipping into you, swirling around. You were on the edge, you were teetering dangerously close to release.

He watched you, his blue eyes swirling with lust and a need to taste your cum on his tongue. His curls were threaded through your fingers, your nails digging into his scalp. You looked beautiful. Your body contorting into an arch, your hand squeezing your breast as your blouse rode up, revealing more of your beautiful skin.

He continued his relentless effort, his tongue flicking at your clit. Your hips stuttered, your legs quivered as whimpers left your lips.

“Joe-”

“Come for me,” He commanded, feeling the edge you were on. You tempted to close your legs around his head, but his hands kept them open. He sucked on your clit until you snapped. His tongue licked up your pussy as you came, being sure to capture all of the release that poured out of you.

You cried out, your body tense as you spilled all over his tongue. He lapped you up, his mouth focused on your slit as he milked you for every last drop of release. You squirmed, panting as he slowly licked up and down, coaxing you down from your high. He leaned up, wiping his mouth before kissing your lips.

“Mine,” he growled into your mouth. You moaned, tasting yourself on his tongue and on his lips. His hands held your sides, his towel dropping to the floor.

You’d accepted you’d have to call in sick.

[ladyfocalors]

A Potion to Cure Bad Habits

summary: With exams approaching, you make the mistake of admitting you pull all-nighters to study, a habit that earns Vil’s immediate disapproval. He takes it upon himself to "fix" your terrible lifestyle choices, enforcing strict bedtimes, balanced meals, and daily skincare. At first, you’re annoyed, but you can't be mad at your boyfriend for long when you notice that he just cares for you.

pairing: vil schoenheit x gn!reader

warnings: lack of self-care.

word count: 1.3k

first time writing for vil. i learned a lot, and by lot i mean i should put vil into situations and write more for him.

Exams were a time of great suffering. Or, that was your excuse. You could handle a few sleepless nights in exchange for passing grades.

Unfortunately, you made a mistake of telling the Vil Schoenheit this information.

"… and I have to stay up late to study too." your words spilled from your mouth, unaware that you shouldn't have said that.

"You stay up all night to study?" His tone was somewhere between disbelief and disapproval.

You blinked up at him from your spot on the couch, where you’d made yourself comfortable among textbooks and scribbled notes. He had found you like this—hunched over, hair slightly dishevelled, dark circles just beginning to bloom beneath your eyes.

"I mean, not every night," you said, suddenly very interested in the corner of your notes. "Just when I really need to cram."

Vil narrowed his eyes. "And how often is that?"

You hesitated.

"That's what I thought," he said sharply. His gloved fingers tapped against his crossed arms. "And here I was, wondering why you’ve looked so exhausted lately. You’ve been running yourself ragged for the sake of what? A few extra hours of last-minute studying?"

"Uh, that extra time will make me pass exams?"

His gave you a sharp look.

"No. It impairs cognitive function, weakens your immune system, and, most egregiously, accelerates premature ageing. And you—" his gaze flickered over you, assessing your skin, the faint sluggishness in your movements, "—are already showing signs of it."

"Okay, rude." You pouted.

"Rudeness would be allowing you to continue these heinous habits without intervention. Honestly, what kind of partner would I be if I stood idle while you run yourself into the ground? I will not allow my partner to reduce themselves to an insomniac wreck just for a few test scores."

"Vil–"

"You will follow a strict sleep schedule. No more late night studying."

"But–"

"You will eat properly. No skipping meals, no instant food."

"I–"

"And you will begin a proper skincare routine. Have you even been applying moisturizer?"

You pressed your lips together.

He closes his eyes, breathes deeply through his nose, and exhales. "That answers that."

"Bed. Now."

You groaned as Vil stood in your doorway, holding a tray. Grim, the traitorous and lazy little creature that he was, was already curled up on your pillow, purring contentedly at not having to be forced to study.

"But it’s only–" You checked the clock. "10 PM?"

"Exactly." Vil stepped inside. "I brought chamomile tea. It will help you sleep."

You gave him a look. "You’re bribing me to go to bed?"

"No, I am doing what's best for you," he replied.

You sighed but climbed into bed, watching as Vil set the tray on your night stand with care. You were quick to drink the tea. He then pulled out a small bottle of cream, and you immediately groaned.

"More skincare?"

"Yes," he said, already uncapping it. "Your under-eye area is suffering, potato."

You rolled your eyes but let him dab the cream beneath your eyes, his touch featherlight.

"I already did my skincare. This is ridiculous," you muttered.

"This is necessary," Vil countered. "Now, close your eyes."

With a huff, you obeyed. You felt the bed dip slightly as Vil smoothed the covers over you, his presence wrapped around you like silk.

"You’re being weirdly nice to me right now," you murmured.

"I always take care of what’s mine." His voice was softer now, before pressing his lips on your forehead.

You smiled softly at his words before remembering that you were supposed to pretend that you were upset at him for his unnecessary interference.

The next morning came by quickly and you realized just how serious Vil was. Your usual routine of rolling out of bed ten minutes before class, running a comb through your hair, and grabbing whatever breakfast you can get your hands on and swallowing it—all went down the drain.

Instead, Vil arrived early, entering Ramshackle carrying quite a few things.

"Up," he commanded, tugging your blankets away before you could protest.

"Vil, it's…" you groaned, curling into yourself while Grim tried to curl up into your warmth. You squinted to look at the time. "… 6 a.m."

"You need to follow a proper routine, and that starts now," he said, unbothered. "You’ll thank me when your skin isn’t dull and exhausted from your previous atrocities. Now, wash your face."

Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, you let him guide you through an elaborate morning routine that, according to Vil, would save your skin from the horrors of your lack of care.

By the time you were seated at Ramshackle’s rickety dining table, Vil had placed a meticulously prepared breakfast in front of you, one that Grim eyed warily, no doubt wondering where the usual grub went.

"Huh?" you muttered, poking at the beautifully plated meal.

"It’s balanced and nutritious. You will eat it."

Grim sniffed at your plate. "What kind of punishment is this? Where's my tuna?"

"Proper nutrition, Grim. Something you could also stand to learn." Vil shot him a pointed look.

Grim huffed but wisely said nothing.

You sighed, picking up your fork. The food, as expected, was amazing. Vil did not do things halfway. And you’d admit the thought that he was putting in so much effort just for you made your food taste all the more better. He had woken up early, prepared this for you and came all the way to Ramshackle. Your irritation wavered at the thought.

"You don't have to go this far for me." Your voice was softer now, no longer filled with the initial defiance.

"I do. Because you refuse to take care of yourself properly." Vil lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt to downplay the situation.

"I do take care of myself." You sighed.

Vil shook his head at your words. "You may not think much of it now, but if you continue this self-destructive behaviour, it will catch up to you. Not just in appearance but in health, energy, and focus. And that is unacceptable."

You poked at your food. "It’s just exams."

"It’s a pattern," Vil corrected smoothly. "One that, left unchecked, will follow beyond exams and into other aspects of your life. A pattern that I intend to correct."

"Do you really think I’m that bad?" You frowned.

"I think you are exhausted. And I think you are too stubborn to admit when you need help." His voice softened, eyes sharp yet kind. "You push yourself too hard, potato."

You swallowed thickly, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. You decided to focus on eating your food.

At first, you resisted. It was frustrating, having someone dictate your daily habits like you were a wayward child.

But then… you started feeling better.

You weren’t constantly fatigued. Your skin wasn’t dry or dull. You could actually focus on class instead of struggling to keep your eyes open.

Vil had been right. And you'd had to admit that being fussed by him had its perks.

Which led you here. Various thoughts swirled in your head that had nothing to do with the open textbook in front of you and had more to do about Vil, who sat across from you. You stared at him, lips pursed.

"Vil, don’t you think I deserve a kiss for following everything you say?"

Vil didn't look up from his book. "Your reward is not looking like a walking corpse tomorrow."

You huffed. "That’s not very boyfriend-like of you."

He sighed, setting his book down. "If I gave you a kiss every time you did something correct, you’d expect praise for basic self-care."

"And?" You leaned in.

Vil rolled his eyes, but a hint of amusement softened his features. He reached forward, cupping your chin.

"Fine." His voice was smooth, warm. "Since you’ve somewhat behaved."

Before you could gloat, he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, lingering for only a moment before pulling away.

"Happy?" he murmured.

You grinned. "Very."

© ladyfocalors

[bloodlineslut]

Live | Jey Uso

Pairings: Jey Uso x black! OC

Warnings: none just fluff; jey being the cutie patootie he is

Summary: Jey just got back to the hotel from a hockey game with CM Punk to find his girl on live doing her skincare routine for her TikTok account, & decides to pop in.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: best idea that ever popped in my head

“Alright Jey, catch you tomorrow for a workout?” Punk dapped Jey up in the hallway, confirming that they were still on for the gym in the morning.

“You know it man, cmon. Bright and early too.” Jey told him, patting him on the back as they departed to go to their own hotel rooms.

As Jey walked closer to the door, he reached in his pocket for his key card…

Only to find it wasn’t there.

He smacked his teeth and knocked on the door, hoping that Brianna was awake by now. She wasn’t feeling well earlier because of her allergies, otherwise she would’ve went to the hockey game with him.

“I knew this boy forgot his key.” He heard her say on the other side of the door before swinging it open, hand on her hip.

He already knew what she was gonna say. “I know, baby. I know.” He put his hands up in surrender, walking into the room and bending down to give her a kiss.

“Mm, you smell good.” He leans back down, putting his nose against her neck for another whiff of her perfume.

Brianna’s hand goes to his arm as she laughs and tries to pull away, remembering that her phone was still on live with her followers waiting patiently for her return.

“Damn girl.” He comes up for a second to talk before going back to sniffing her.

“Jey!” She was laughing heartily now and also because it tickled. “I’m on live, look.” She points to her phone that was stuck on the mirror with her grippy case.

Both of their eyes find the phone and see that they were only in the corner of the frame. “Oh my fault.” He lets her go and she thought he was gonna walk clean past the camera but instead he gets all up in it and starts yapping away.

“Waddup family! It’s your boy Main Event Jey U…So!”

All Brianna can do is roll her eyes and giggle. He was always so damn silly and making her laugh; it was how she fell in love with him.

“Let me see how many of ya’ll in here…” He talks to the live, looking at the number of people in the upper corner.

“Damn bae! You got a thousand people on here.” He brought his fist against his mouth, then started reading the comments.

@ slayedandsaved: Is Jey a hockey fan?? 👀

@ wwe_chaos_: I saw you Jey at the game and CM Punk!!

@ vibingvixen: bri i’m so jealous this is your man.

“Aye ‘slayedandsaved’ I been a hockey fan since a couple hours ago.”

“‘wwechaos’ you saw me and Punk huh? Aye, that ice cream was good uce.”

“‘Bri I’m so jealous this is your man’. Yeetttt. Nah, but I’m the lucky one.”

Brianna was now standing next to him, out of frame, getting her last products out of her bag to finish up her routine.

Jey noticed this and snapped back into reality. “You right, you right. My bad baby. Aye but look though. Follow my girl, like, comment, and do all that. Yeet.” He talks with his hands before moving out of the frame, letting Brianna take back over.

“Guest appearance from the man, the myth, the legend guys.” She smiled and looked at him across the hotel room as he was taking off his white Air Forces.

“Okay so after I wash my face, I just use this toner from Fenty. It’s the Fat Water. Ya’ll need to use this because it’s so soothing if you have really sensitive skin.” She screwed the cap off quickly putting it down on the counter and poured some into the palm of her hand, warming it up, before pressing it gently into her skin.

“Bri you ain’t say nothin’ about my jersey!” She heard Jey say from in front of the TV. He was trying to find something to watch while Brianna finished her live.

She stepped backwards to see in the doorway towards his sitting figure on the bed. “I thought it was cute babe!”

“Yea but you ain’t see what’s on the back though.” He stood up and turned his back to her, showcasing the “Uso” above the number. Brianna actually didn’t even see that when he first came back.

“Awww Jey! That’s so cute! You can lowkey say you play for them.” She laughs, her heart beaming at his child-like excitement.

“Well then they need to run me my money.” He sat back down on the bed, attention drawn back to the television.

“Sorry guys I’m back.” She talks to her followers and/or new people in the live. She takes a minute to read what they were commenting.

@ bodyyaddybabe: girl respectfully ur man is FOINEEEE 😍😩

@ usoandbae: does jey ever stop yapping?😂

“No. He yaps 24/7.” She said loud on purpose so he would hear.

“I heard that.”

Bri just giggles, grabbing her moisturizer to show the camera. “Okay so next…wait what did I just do?...Toner! You wanna use moisturizer after. I use the Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Cream. This one is good for my oily skin because it’s water based.”

She scoops some up with her knuckle and rubs it in evenly on her face.

“After that, I sometimes do a face mask but I already did one earlier so I’m not gonna do another one. I think I’ll do…” She trails off, searching through her bag.

She could never keep up with that little ass bottle.

“Oh my goshhh!” She exclaims in slight frustration. Her allergies made her eyelids puffy and this eye cream she had been using was helping a lot if she used it consistently.

“What you looking for?” She felt Jey’s presence right behind her as she still was looking for the product.

“My eye cream. It’s in that small ass bottle.”

Jey had actually spotted it on the counter but wanted her to suffer a little bit. “Mmcht. And you was talking ‘bout me losing the room key.”

“Joshua.” She looked at him through the phone for a second while he tried to hide his smile with his hand.

He just had one question before he pointed out the eye cream’s location to her overlooking eyes. “After this, can we go get some Waffle House?” He knew she would say yes just to get him to stop talking.

“Yes Joshua.”

He reached around her and picked up the small white plastic bottle, holding it in front of her.

She playfully rolled her eyes and took it from his thick fingers. He just kissed her on the cheek and retreated back to the bed.

“Ya’ll how did he see it before I did?” She rhetorically asks the live while putting one dot under each eye to gently work it in for the cooling effect. She saw a few people ask what brand the eye cream was.

“I got this from my dermatologist. But ya’ll just screenshot and show it to your doctor.” She held it up steady enough for people who wanted it.

“Okay and then I put on my brow and lash serum. I use the one by Grande Cosmetics and it works so fast for me. I’ve heard good reviews for it too.” She brushed the felt tip coated with the product through her brows and lashes, fanning it with her hands to dry.

“And that’s it!” She began to clean up the counter, putting away the products back into her bag and wiping the counter down.

Jey poked his head in and in the frame, all you could see was half of his face in the doorway. Brianna saw how silly he looked.

“Why are you creeping right now?” She laughed, putting the last of her things away.

“You done? Can we go to Waffle House now?” He asks her again.

“Yes babe. I’m hungry too.” She took the Hello Kitty headband out of her straightened hair and ran her fingers through it, taming the flyaways.

“Tell them your order Jey. Ya’ll gotta hear this.” Bri wraps her arms around her man’s waist.

“Bet. Okay I get like 6 eggs with cheese, scrambled. Hashbrowns, you gotta get the triple hashbrowns. Scattered and covered, cmon uce. Then you gotta get waffles if you going to Waffle House, duh. Two of ‘em with the chocolate chips in there. And a lemonade, boom. Maybe I’ll drink a coffee at the end though.”

@usoandbae: SIX MF EGGS??

@vibingvixen: ik his stomach sound like boots in the dryer

@feelinuceyyy__: I’ve never had waffle house but jey makes it sound so good

“Bye they said your stomach be sounding like boots in the dryer.” Brianna laughed at the comment before walking to the closet to grab a hoodie.

“Your boy do be full after though, can’t lie.”

“You ain’t ever had Waffle House?! Where you at uce? Go find the nearest one tonight.”

Brianna had pulled on her grey hoodie that was matching her sweats, and slid her feet in her uggs that Jey has just bought her.

“Okay babe we can go now.” She stood behind him and put her hands up on his shoulders, wanting to get on his back. He squatted down a little so she could jump up on him, securing her legs with his hands.

“Wait walk closer so I can take my phone off the mirror.”

He did and she extended one arm to pull it off with some resistance. Jey was walking around the room with her on his back, having already put his shoes back on, to grab his wallet and car keys.

“Ight, we bouncing.” He says at the door.

“Okay bye guys!! We’re about to go be big backs. I may post pics of the food if I remember. Love ya’ll so much!”

Brianna puts the camera on Jey and he smiles, showing his grills. “Later family. Yeet.”

She ends the live and holds on tight to her man as he locks the door and they both leave, still on his back. She suddenly remembered she didn’t grab her copy of the room key.

“Jey did you get the key card?”

“…Shit.”

taglist!: @4milly @amandairene88 @uceyliyahh @levissslutt @sheaabuttaababyy @punksyeet

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSLEEPWALKER IN LOVE * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Chris returns home after recording another car video with his brothers and finds his girlfriend sleepwalking in their living room.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x sleepwalker!reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

"Oh my God, I almost had a heart attack right now." Nick gasped, his right hand flying to his chest, above his heart.

Chris frowned, climbing the last few steps and looking over the oldest shoulder. He raised his eyebrows and opened an amused smile at the sight; Y/N was standing static, with her back to them and facing the living room windows.

Her body was protected from the cold by the warm pajamas set that the boy quickly recognized as his own. Her hair was slightly messy, and her feet were bare, making it obvious to the boys that she had been asleep in bed, probably just a few minutes before.

Chris knew that she had been in a deep sleep for hours now, as he was the one who put her to sleep before leaving with his brothers to record the car video that would be posted the next day, having repeated their daily routine of singing to her at bedtime, calming her mind and reducing any adrenaline that was still coursing through her veins from the busy day.

The triplets knew that Y/N was a sleepwalker; Matt having woken up many times to drink water just to find the girl in the kitchen, sitting on the table and staring into space or even trying to drink something from the fridge without having a glass in her hand. Or Nick, having woken up to sounds in his bathroom, finding Y/N messing with his skincare products as if she was in a Vogue Beauty Secrets video.

And, of course, Chris, who would wake up several times to his girlfriend getting out of bed - he usually followed her to see what she would do and to move dangerous objects out of her way -, or to sounds in their shared closet - she would pick up random clothes and act like she was in a GRWM -, or even with her standing in the middle of their room while talking to the air.

So, despite it being scary, it wasn't surprising to see Y/N standing there, staring into space, in the middle of the living room.

Chris shook his head as he let out a nasal laugh, passing Matt, who was next to him, and taking quick and silent steps towards his girlfriend.

"Hey baby. Let's go back to bed." He whispered, his voice barely noticeable. His hands lightly held Y/N's waist, ready to guide her down the stairs and back to their shared bedroom.

"Chris? This sounds like Chris." The girl responded with a tone equally low, her gaze blank but with a frown decorating it, her eyes still fixed on the windows.

"Yeah, it's Chris, baby." The boy murmured back, starting to take slow steps towards the stairs that went to their room, lightly pulling his girlfriend with him.

"Oh my God, do you know Chris? If he finds out another person is touching me, he'll be furious. He'll end you, you know?" Y/N whispered, frowning and trying to get out of Chris's weak grip, seeming to ignore the boy's previous response.

"Hey, no. He asked me to take you back to your room." Chris quickly intervened in her movements, quickly making up the excuse, feeling like an idiot for portraying himself in third person.

A laugh sounded in the background and Chris's eyes quickly traveled in the direction of the sound, finding Nick and Matt eating leftover food from the fridge, leaning on the table and looking at their interaction with amused looks. The boy rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore them.

"Oh, he did? Chris is so thoughtful, right? He's perfect, so sweet and kind to me." Y/N told it like it was a secret, finally following Chris's slow steps down the stairs.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more about him." The boy asked, a smirk appearing on his face as his cheeks turned slightly red. His hands firmly held Y/N's waist, preventing her from tripping or hitting the railing.

"He's so handsome. Oh, and he sings to me every day. He takes great care of me and gives me flowers every week! He combs my hair in the morning and makes my coffee just the way I like it." She was talking like a child who had been given a teddy bear, a smile adorning her face as she let herself descend the last few steps at the same speed as Chris.

Despite her enthusiasm and devotion to her words, her eyes remained unfocused and fixed on nothing.

The two finally arrived in front of the door to their shared room and Chris mentally thanked Y/N for letting it open when she left, not having to go through the trouble of reopening it for them.

"He seems really incredible." Chris's voice was wobbly with emotions, his previous smirk having been replaced by a big and truthful smile, as he felt his heart racing and his skin heat up. A sense of pride and love filling his body.

"He's the best, I really love Chris." She nodded, a proud smile on her face.

Chris kept her standing on his right side when they reached the bed, his arm around her waist keeping her still. He opened the duvet with his left hand, guiding her to lie down under it carefully, adjusting her head on the fluffy pillow and brushing her hair out of her face and neck, cradling her body like a burrito.

His hands quickly grabbed the teddy bears that were on the nightstand on her side of the bed - the ones he had gifted Y/N since the beginning of their relationship -, placing them around her body so that she wouldn't get up again or fall with any sudden movement.

The boy bent slightly over his girlfriend upper body, bringing his face closer to hers and exhaling the natural scent of her shampoo, sealing his lips on her forehead for a few seconds before moving away slightly.

"I'm sure he loves you even more." He whispered against Y/N's soft skin, watching as her eyes finally closed, and she completely succumbed to her dream world.

© vanteguccir

[honeytonedhottie]

how to curate ur own skincare routine (a guide)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🛁💕

welcome to honey's beauty school where we'll learn about how to take care of and beautify ourselves 💖, today's topic SKINCARE. this is going to be structured as an informative post and after you read this you'll be ready to build a skincare routine thats gonna give you fabulous results...💬🎀

KNOW YOUR SKIN TYPE ;

literally the most important aspect of skincare and if u have never gotten into skincare before, THIS is where you start. knowing ur skin type is the foundation on which u can start building a routine and learning about whats best for your skin.

theres oily, combination, dry, sensitive and normal skin types. another thing that is crucial to know before building a skincare routine is skin conditions. (eg. pimples, rashes, inflammatory etc) if ur unsure about any of these things consult a dermatologist or conduct some of ur own research and determine both ur skin type and any skin conditions before we go any further.

SKINCARE ORDER ;

oil cleanser -> reg cleanser -> exfoliator -> toner -> serum -> moisturizer -> SPF. of course you don't have to do ALL of these every single day, but if you have everything in this line-up you should be good. im a firm believer in minimalistic skincare because thats what gave me the best results. simplicity is the highest form of luxury.

but yeah as long as u have everything mentioned here you should be good, just use it as needed. but the order in which u apply ur skincare is SO so important. because products have different molecular sizes that penetrate at different depths in the skin. some little things that can help ur products soak into ur skin better can include ->

waiting 45 seconds between steps so that the product u just applied can soak into ur skin

SPF daily (non-negotiable)

morning routine (simple and gentle preferably) evening routine (stronger and more repair focused)

in regards to the last bullet point, im going to explain why i think of morning and evening skincare routines in the way that i do. first of all, its just not practical to be putting on lots of skincare in the morning. like theres no reason you should be oil cleansing in the morning unless u slept with makeup on your face which you should NOT be doing anyways.

second of all, using stronger more repair focused skincare in the evening means that those products can soak into your skin overnight and you'll wake up all glowy and pretty. plus walking around all day with a face that feels heavy and greasy from skincare products just doesn't sound pleasant whatsoever.

also if u use an exfoliant during your morning skincare and then you go out into the sun, thats just a wicked combo and your gonna be all irritated and in pain and its just not hot...💬🎀

DOUBLE CLEANSING ;

double cleansing is the proper way to wash ur face. oil cleanser breaks down the dirt and oils from the day and regular cleansers clean you off after and give u that squeaky clean finish. it's literally just (oil cleanser -> reg cleanser -> clean face)

when it comes to oil cleansing, you have plenty of options. micellar water, oil cleanser, cleansing balm. for regular cleansers theres gel cleansers, hydrating/exfoliating cleansers and everything in between. for the second cleanse, go with whatever option is suited to your specific needs.

AS A COMBINATION SKIN GIRLIE...

as a combination skin girly i tend to go for oil cleansers thats very light like the CENTELLA light cleansing oil. then i'll use a very mild cleanser...💬🎀

like the heartleaf anua cleanser or the ceraVe facial foaming cleanser depending on what my skin needs that day. its all about balance when you have combination skin because u dont wanna over-strip the dry parts of your skin or leave the oily zones greasy. i rly love hydrating toners and a lightweight serum in a rotation, like yess ma'am.

(hyaluronic acid, niacinimade etc) nothing too much just products that are there to maintain my skin barrier and keep my skin healthy and happy. and when it comes to moisturizing i love water based moisturizers (i use the tatcha water cream oil-free pore minimizing refillable moisturizer). its so lightweight but gives me such a JUICY and glassy finish. and for sunscreen i use the beauty of joseon rice sunscreen because it doesn't leave a white cast and it has enough SPF in it.

FINAL THOUGHTS ;

skincare doesn't have be twelve steps long to be effective. to do skincare properly is to know what your skin needs and to be consistent. its actually really easy once you have those two things. take your time, learn ur skin and treat it with love. stay glowy, xoxo, beauty professor honey 🍯