#slowly ease back into it months later bc Its Just That Fucking Easy

[autisticstarseed]

i need ppl to understand when i say i cant be ignored i dont mean like ‘haha try to do it the least amount as possible!’ i mean that last night i had a dream my abuser was ignoring me and then my family ignored me when i told them what was happening and it put me into 1000% Hysterics like Screaming and sobbing so hard and loud that at one point i became lucid in the dream and thought ‘i hope im not screaming like this in real life’ it was such a visceral breakdown idk if ive ever been so upset in my life even if it wasnt real

[masonscig]

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pairing | mason x detective sofía olmos

word count | 2.8k

warnings | smut. very nsfw. minors keep scrolling

tags | @raleiighcarrera ; @pixeljazzy ; @lyuyu ; @bellarxse ; @bceky ; @twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for ; @brightpinkpeppercorn ; @pixelsandkink ; @katbee ; @admdmrtn ; @agentsunshine ; @echohauville 

author’s note | well! the prompt is pretty self explanatory. and plus it’s mason. yall know its ab to get smutty. this is my first and only submission for day 14 (throat) for @31daysofwayhaven also kudos to all the writers that’ve managed to be consistent – hats off to you seriously! um i’m terrified bc this is my first mason smut piece so please be nice [kudos appreciated on ao3]

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He laced his fingers through her thick hair, reveling in the way his skin looked contrasted against the midnight of her hair.

On her knees, clutching his thighs with a grip that nearly broke the skin, his cock buried in her mouth, she took him all in. Her lips pursed around his head, tongue sliding against his shaft as he eased his hips forward.

“You almost got it,” he purred, watching as her mouth opened wider, lips tightening as he pumped into her slowly. “That’s it.”

Her throat pulsed, and he felt spurts of air from her nostrils against his lower stomach, sending a chill up his spine.

He held her in place, feeling her tongue writhe against him. A groan rumbled through his chest, his grip tightening on the back of her head.

The moment she choked, coughing, he pulled himself free from her mouth, his cock twitching at her initial gasp. Her eyes fluttered, gaze fixated up at him, spit glistening on her chin, her mouth parted as she hungrily gulped the air.

“Did you like that?”

She nodded, blinking rapidly. “Yes, I did.”

She stuttered, like she couldn’t believe she was saying it herself.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” she breathed.

“You’re gonna try to take it all for me, alright, sweetheart?” He smirked, one hand sliding from the back of her head to pinch her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

He leaned down, kissing her open mouth, tugging gently on her bottom lip, caught between his teeth. She groaned as he pulled himself back into standing position, belt buckle jingling at the movement.

“I know, I know, I’m hypnotizing, but I need to know you want this,” he laughed breathily, watching as she came to, nodding furiously.

“Yes, please,” she nearly whined, her hands clutching his thighs once more.

He repeated the first few steps, pumping himself in her mouth slowly, the short strokes making his eyes roll back into his head. He’d normally throw his head back and focus on the feeling, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way her lips stretched over him, her rosy lipstick rubbing off at the corners, streaking down the sides of his shaft.

God, sloppy, messy head excited him. After all these years, all the people that sucked him off, he’d never get tired of that particular disheveled look.

But if he had to pick his favorite person wearing that look, it’d be Sofía. He wasn’t even close to being finished with her and he knew she wore it best.

He pushed a little farther into her mouth, deepening his strokes, feeling her tongue flatten against him.

“Fuck…” he moaned under his breath, inciting a hum from her, and when it traveled up his body, he was the closest to heaven he’d ever get.

The typical person would think Mason preferred the act of coming, the brief euphoric peak that overtook his already heightened senses a high he chased often – but it was completely the opposite.

He loved the chase – hunting, trapping, planning on how he’d go in for the kill. That was what excited him the most.

So watching her try her hardest to hold it all in for him was nearly pushing him over the edge. He couldn’t recount a time where he was that close, that fast.

He watched her carefully, pushing himself all the way in, her lips grazing the trimmed hair above the base of his shaft. She held eyes with him, squinting as she tried to hold back a gag.

Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, and her chest flexed, like she needed air. He pulled himself out of her mouth, watching a thick string of saliva drip onto the floor.

She gasped, eyes half lidded, lipstick smeared onto her glistening chin.

“You want more, sweetheart?”

She nodded, mouth open, tongue pointed. The tip of it grazed the head of his cock, making him inhale sharply.

This time, he pushed himself in all the way, a little rougher than before, eyes still locked with hers. The broken garble that came from her as he pumped into her mouth ripped a growl from him, every sound she made triggering an animalistic response of his own.

“Fuck, Sofía –” He breathed, gripping her jaw with his left hand, his other hand tangled in her hair.

She tapped his leg lightly, a gentle warning, so he pulled out once again, revelling in the way her desperate breaths sounded, the way her chest glistened, adorned with spit, the way her lengthy locks looked against her bare skin, freckled just like his.

“I can handle more,” she breathed, leaning forward to suck gently on his head, hazel eyes transfixed on his.

He’d been looked at before by a woman on her knees, but never like that. Something about Sofia brought out his most primal instincts. He couldn’t deny that she was stunning and as adventurous as he was – and something about that made him want to stake his claim on her.

Despite her voice, which was dripping with desire, her eyes were glimmering innocently, like every word she said doubled as sexy and sincere.

“‘Do you trust me?’ ‘Of course.’” It played on loop in his brain – the way the words fell from her lips without hesitation. Like a reflex. Like it was second nature to do so.

“If you want me to stop, tap my leg just like before,” he said, barely able to choke through the words as she lazily swirled her tongue around his tip.

She nodded, squeezing his thighs in anticipation.

He cupped her face around her ears, gripping her head firmly. This time, since she was eased into the idea, he went all in.

His hips snapped into her, burying himself in her mouth, watching himself disappear behind her pretty lips. Saliva bubbled out of the corners of her lips, leaking out and down her chin. Making a mess of her was his favorite thing.

His hands snaked into her hair again, this time gathering it at the nape of her neck. She groaned, evoking a soft “shit” from his lips, followed by a sharp intake of breath. He twisted the hair around his wrist like a dark rope until he could guide her bobbing head at the pace he wanted.

He felt her tighten her lips as he pumped into her, the heat of her mouth making him shudder. She dug her fingernails into his bare thighs, eyes watering, brows furrowed. Her knuckles were white with the effort, but she didn’t tap his leg.

She just kept her eyes focused on him like he was the only thing that mattered.

God how the fuck did she manage to make throat fucking into something more with a single look?

But he didn’t mind it. Or at least he didn’t think he minded it. He’d figure it out later. She didn’t say she wanted more than whatever their arrangement was. So maybe she didn’t. Maybe the look was nothing –

A tap on the leg broke his train of thought.

When he pulled out, she gasped, swiping the back of her hand across her chin, smearing the rouge color even more.

“Trying to clean up the mess I made?”

“Maybe,” she ran a tongue over her bottom lip, a soft, sultry smile blooming.

“Well, don’t. I worked hard on that,” he laughed breathily, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” She whispered, one hand still firmly gripping his thigh, the other slung between her bent legs, grazing her inner thigh.

Mason hadn’t seen her since she left the meeting a trembling mess, her bounty weighing heavy on her conscience – as he expected.

He realized later that walking to her car, thinking about her on and off throughout the day, and the general uneasiness he felt at her absence was unmistakable – he was concerned for her.

He didn’t hate the feeling, but it tugged at him, distracting him from his normally laid back demeanor. He was on edge.

So days later, when he volunteered to visit the station to check on her and found out she was off for the first time in months, he jumped at the chance to see her. Smoothly, of course.

“Yeah, after the, uh, ‘news’ I kinda need a weekend to relax… but I don’t even know if I’m capable of that,” she chuckled, nervousness fraying the edges of her laugh. “I should be on high alert, you know? But instead I’m looking for a distraction.”

She chewed her lip and wrung her hands, staring out at the setting sun. The wind swept her bangs around, catching a loose strand in her glossy red-toned lipstick.

He liked Sofía like this. Deep in concentration, brows furrowed, gaze set. Quiet.

“I can help with that,” he said, matter-of-factly, breaking her train of thought.

“Huh?”

“I can help with that,” he said again, unwilling to explain.

“You don’t have to distract me, Mason. I’ll be okay,” she shrugged, but it didn’t meet her eyes.

She was way too easy to read – half of the time she turned him down because she wanted to hear him ask again. 

“You and I both know you’ve been waiting to get your hands on me since our meeting,” he said under his breath, stepping towards her, where she stood next to the front door of her car.

“And you haven’t?” She asked innocently, but challenging nevertheless.

She always did that and it both infuriated him and made him hard – she acted like she didn’t know that she was driving him crazy. But she knew. She had to.

“You know I have,” he grinned, taking another predatory step towards her, trapping her against her car. “I’ve been thinking about you wrapping those pretty little lips around my cock.”

Her mouth parted, but no words came. The flush that spread across her face was swift, like a wildfire of scarlet. He never really knew what would do the trick, so he found himself trying anything to get her to trip over her words.

“Do… you wanna come back to my place?”

He knew she was gonna ask but it didn’t hurt to hear it.

He knew she was gonna click the radio on, apologizing profusely when it burst through the speakers, grating at his ears.

He knew she was gonna refuse to look at him from the walk to the car to the apartment, like she was unsure it was really happening – or she was embarrassed.

He knew she was gonna lock the door behind them and immediately stride to the kitchen to offer him a drink. And he knew she knew that he would turn it down every time.

He knew she was gonna wait for him to be the first to make a move, darting across the room to wrap her in a frenzied kiss, feeling her melt in his hands.

He knew she was gonna eventually writhe beneath him, fingers knotted into his hair while his mouth worked its magic, her gentle moans of his name falling from her mouth so adoringly despite him never saying hers that way.

He knew she was gonna eagerly reciprocate since she strived for perfectionism in every aspect of her life, especially one where she knew the other person was more experienced than her.

But what he didn’t anticipate was the way it felt that time. The way he felt – the way she was acting. Something was different. Like she had something to prove… more than usual.

Wordlessly, he pulled her up from her knees, gripping her chin in one hand. He kissed her open mouth, revelling in the familiarity of her scents that enveloped him. The faint minty gum on her breath, the lingering smell of her floral shampoo, even the remnants of the lipstick on her chin smelled sweet.

“You always have something to say,” he nearly growled, backing her towards the countertop. “But you never tell me what you want.”

Normally they could manage to stumble back to her bedroom, but neither of them could wait. She barely had time to offer refreshments before his pants were at his knees.

He lifted her onto the counter, splaying her thighs out, ignoring her yelp as the cold countertop hit her skin, raising goosebumps on her legs.

“Mason…” she breathed, half-lidded gaze trained on him.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he smirked, nipping lightly at the skin of her inner thigh, laughing softly as he heard her pulse jump. “Can’t do anything if I don’t know what you want from me.”

She chewed her lip and he half-expected her to blush again, but what happened was the complete opposite.

Her hands slid down her stomach, towards her lacy underwear – the ones she wore when she thought she’d see him (he noticed). She pulled the crotch to the side, exposing her glistening lips to him, parted, beckoning him closer.

“Make a mess of me,” she breathed, slowly swiping a finger upwards towards her clit, before circling it languidly.

Fuck.

He gripped her hips and tugged her forward, face fitting snugly between her thick thighs. The second he dragged his tongue through her folds, settling on working her clit, a strained whine escaped her lips.

“Mason – oh, fuck –” her breath quickened, her hips bucking slowly like she was trying to ride his face from her position on the counter.

He flicked his tongue against her with fervor, taking note of her short breaths.

“I’m close – please –”

Before she could chase her release, he kissed her inner thigh again, suckling her skin lightly, grinning as she let out a frustrated huff.

“You’re really gonna tease me like that?” Her voice was hoarse. They’d barely begun and she was already disheveled.

“You’re asking me if I’m teasing you? Sweetheart, you must be joking if you think I’m gonna let you get what you want so easily,” he grinned, slowly sinking one finger into her, curling it towards him, hair raising on his neck when the moan rumbled through her chest.

“And you’re asking me to beg?” She laughed through a moan, thighs flexing as he pumped in and out of her.

A growl rolled through his body, mirroring the moan that traveled through her own, like she’d passed the torch to him.

Whatever she was doing, he wanted more of it.

“No, I’m telling you.” He tried adding a second finger, but her hand was quick, grabbing his wrist and tugging him out of her.

“And I’m telling you to keep going. Make me come,” she said confidently, while her hands quivered, giving her away.

That line alone made him want to throw her leg over his shoulder and fuck her until she forgot her own name.

But her hesitation afterwards made him think twice.

“Make me forget,” she said, quiet and unsure, her demeanor nearly deflating.

Before she could take another breath, he surged forward again, flattened tongue licking precise stripes where she wanted him most, a firm hand holding her left thigh down, the other curled under her thigh, hand splayed on her hip.

“Oh my god – fuck –”  She sighed as he expertly swirled against her clit, her hand shooting out to grip his hair.

He wasn’t a masochist by any means, but the way her fingers were tangled in his hair, roughly guiding his face like she wanted – he didn’t mind the pain.

Squatting so that he could get a better view, he watched her expression contort with each stroke of his tongue.

He liked her like this, too. Deep in concentration, brows furrowed, gaze set. Loud.

Her mouth was prettiest when it stretched around his name. The drawn out “m” sound when she got lost in his touch, barely able to finish her thought, drove him wild.

But none of that changed her eyes – through her climax, she looked at him like he was it for her.

The twinge in his chest told him all he needed to know.

It wasn’t just a self indulgent fuck. He was doing what he did best to help her feel better.

He still had no clue what about Sofía drew him to her. But he wasn’t gonna deny there was some pull.

As her legs shook beneath him, and he tugged her over his shoulder to lug her to the bedroom, he shoved another realization to the side.

Yeah, the chase excited him, but Sofía’d already hunted, sinking her trap into him innocently – like she didn’t even realize she was doing it, despite clearly vying for a place in his life more than he ever tried with her.

He’d let her catch him. Just this once.

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[sad-af1121]

Oh Baby Baby (One-shot)

Summary: You were having a hard time balancing work, home life, and a baby, causing you severe exhaustion so Bucky decides to look after the baby. Everything starts off smooth, but babies aren’t that easy to handle.  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: fluuuuff, language, cutenessss  A/N:  Hey lovelies! It feels great to be writing again! I am a bit slow rn bc I have to get back to the swing of things, but rest assured I hope to be writing more content (which I do have planned :’) With that said, please enjoy!! And a BIG thank you to @colonelconfusion​ for looking over this. Feedback is welcomed 💜 | Not my gif

Whoever told you postpartum fatigue was all in your head was a fucking liar. Ten rigorous hours of labor then having to endure delivery made you extremely exhausted and lifeless. The baby blues were at their peak but you made a priority to work with your new lifestyle than to struggle. The first two months of being a new mother were rough; you constantly made sure not to mess up with anything, especially now since you were taking care of a small human that you and Bucky created. Obviously, you two were aware that you learn as you go, but everything was just overwhelming for both of you. It felt like Bucky and you were either nursing, changing, or bouncing your baby girl to sleep every hour- a never-ending loop of parenthood. Don’t get it wrong though, every moment spent with your newborn was exciting and full of surprises. Bucky was smitten the first time he laid his eyes on her and vowed to keep her happy and loved- the same was true with the rest of her family, aka the Avengers. 

Six months have passed now and things are slowly becoming second nature to you both. But coming back to work has taken its toll and exhaustion pulls your eyes closed whenever you are enjoying the peace of holding your child. You’d shake and stretch your limbs from feeling the fatigue all over again. Whenever the case got bad, Bucky would step in and take care of little Rosie so that you can get a few peaceful hours of rest. Calling it like a game of tag-teaming, punching your card in when you were ready, and punching it back out when you desperately needed a break.  

“You sure, Buck? I can wait another hour if you want to watch your game,” you said, feeling the guilt residing in your stomach. But the deep grey bags under your eyes and slouched posture were enough evidence for Bucky to see how badly you needed rest. 

“Yes, I’m positive. Rosie’s fed, changed and about to knock out- thanks to the boob,” he smirked, earning a huff of laughter from you. “I’ll have time to watch it on the DVR and catch up with the boys through texts. It's a win-win situation, babe” he assured, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your forehead. 

A wave of relief washed over you, a deep sigh of content releasing afterward. “Fine. But wake me up in two hours, Bucky. Don’t let me oversleep. I’ve gotta make dinner and do the laundry too,” you emphasized. The stress was beginning to come back, making your palms sweat and your fatigue to deepen.

“Oh... kay, time to sleep,” he urged, carefully pushing you into your room. Pulling the covers back, you slid underneath the blanket and snuggled against Bucky’s pillow, rubbing the side of your face into the cloud-like object before slowly wandering to sleep. After checking to see if you had fallen asleep, Bucky quietly tip-toed out of the room, closing the door just slightly behind him. 

“Phew,” Bucky breathed, looking down at his daughter who also managed to fall asleep in his arms. “Hmm, that was easy.” 

About 45 minutes later, Bucky’s laid back in his chair with a bottle of beer in one hand and his phone in the other. He was able to sync the tv sound to his headphones so that there weren’t any loud sounds around the house that’d wake up his girls. And trust it, that was the last thing he wanted. 

“Oh, eat my shorts, Parker!” He harshly whispered, sending a spider and shoe emoji to Peter in their group text. Unfortunately, Bucky’s team was behind a couple points, nothing too major for a loss, but enough for Clint, Peter, and Tony to make fun of. 

Without realizing it, Bucky was loud enough for Rosie to hear and she woke up whimpering and upset. Her small wails were heard through the baby monitor and Bucky quickly paused the television and stilled. He grabbed the monitor and waited, hearing complete silence which resulted in his belief that she fell back to sleep. However, as he’s about to press play, Rosie lets out a loud cry, the sound echoing not only in her nursery but into the living room, too.

“Shit, shit.”

As if wild ducks were chasing him, Bucky rushed to the crib and carefully picked her up. “Daddy’s here, Rosie. Shhh, let's not cry that loud huh? See, I’m right here, baby girl,” he cooed softly, hoping the combination of bouncing her and talking would ease the crying. But it only made it worse. 

Bucky was in full panic mode at this point. 

No matter what he did, Rosie refused to stop. He tried feeding her, gave her a clean diaper, even played baby mozart- yet it wasn’t enough. Nothing was working. Copious amount of sweat began to build up everywhere as Bucky felt the pressure and panicked.

“Rosie, please for your old man’s sake, please stop crying,” Bucky whined, rubbing small circles on her back before taking a seat on the rocking chair. Right as he was about to lose hope and wake you up, he does the only and last thing he can think of at the moment; he started to fake cry like his baby. 

With Rosie in his lap, he brought her face to face and continued to fake cry with her. “Please stop. C’mon buddy, your mama’s gonna kill me.”

As Bucky bawled dramatically, his facial features twist and turn into ugly expressions that capture Rosie’s attention. She quiets down as her tear-stained cheeks mold upwards to a grin before she erupts into giggles, throwing her hands together in happiness. Snapping his eyes open, Bucky chuckled breathlessly in relief, shaking his head with disbelief. 

“I’m glad to know you find amusement in my death,” He smirked, blowing a strand of hair out from his face. Rosie cooes for a bit then snuggles in Bucky’s chest, grabbing a fist full of his shirt. He doesn’t pull her away because he soon notices she’s dozing off to sleep. 

After all that, Bucky realized the baby just wanted his attention.

“God, she’s truly your daughter,” you said, leaning against the door frame. You nearly gave Bucky a heart attack, causing him to jump at your voice. 

“Rude.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, a smirk threatening to spread across your face, “Crying and whining when she wants attention? Definitely you, Barnes.” You said a matter of factly. 

He pursed his lips and nodded, “I’m assuming you're ready to tag in now?” For your amusement, you grab a stuffed penguin from Rosie’s toy shelf and chuck it at Bucky’s head. 

Biting his lip, Bucky nods and turns to look at you, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

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Rough Day- Tyson Barrie

Plot: Tyson Barrie is having a rough time after being traded to Toronto. Y/n sees him on the TTC and tries to comfort him.

Note: I don’t know the guy or how he feels about the trade.But I guess anyone would be sad about being traded right? I loved him in Colorado so when he got traded from my favourite American team to my favourite Canadian team I was sad but happy. This was totally inspired by the fact I met him on the TTC a few months ago (he wasn’t crying don’t worry) but he was just staring off into space. he was lovely anyway. So thankful I got the subway that night instead of an Uber. Hockey gods were looking down on me!

Word count: 1,747

You stared down the platform, there was only one other person around, he was a a youngish guy. He was just standing there staring into space. You made eye contact but he noticed pretty quickly and turned away. that was awkward, you thought, but then again this was Toronto. You stare back up at the board, another five minutes to go. “Fuck should I should have gotten an Uber,” you mutter under your breathe shuffling your feet to keep warm. At least all of those leaf fans had gone now so the train would be empty. Not that you followed hockey, the fans were just a pain on match days. Finally you hear the hum and clink of the tram. “Finally” you huff.

You watched the tram doors open. It was empty now as a dozen people scurried off. It was nearly ten in the evening.The doors were about to shut when the young guy from earlier dashed through the door. He looked like he was in his mid twenties, with curly dark brown hair.His expensive looking suit and black coat he looked like a business man in the city.He let out a sniff and a laugh before sitting down opposite you. That’s when you realize he’s not laughing, he’s crying or more accurately sobbing. You stand there for a moment wondering what to do. You look around you two are the only people on the TTC. You stand there conflicted, he might be a weirdo crying but then again he sounded super upset. In this situation you’d want someone to check on you. Your mind was racing, if you heard something had happened to his guy tomorrow you would feel terrible you never said anything.

You get up and take the seat next to him. He doesn’t notice at first “Are you ok?” You ask, tapping him on his shoulder. “I mean obviously you're not but,” you say realising asking if he was ok was pretty dumb.

“No, not really I’m sorry I’ve just had a really bad day,” he says looking up at you with his dark brown eyes. His face is red and puffy from crying. “You wanna talk about it? I won’t judge,” you say giving him a simatheic smile

“I can’t,” he says looking down fiddling with his jacket sleeve.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry you're having a bad day…” you pause when you realize you don’t even know the man’s name. “Tyson,” he said sniffing again

“Tyson,” you said with a nod “I’m y/n”

“We all have bad days and that’s ok and there is no shame in crying, I don’t know what you're going through but, bad days and months they pass, I promise, I know it’s cliche, last month my boyfriend of five years out of the blue dumped me, it was hard we’d been engaged over a year, then my job made me redundant, I cried a lot but everyday the pain got less and less day and eventually I got back on my feet” you say, rooting through your bag for a pack of tissues. You finally find them and pass one over. “Really?,” he asked

“Yeah,” you says suddenly wondering why you’d told this stranger your life story. “That’s tough I’m sorry” ,he said dabbing his face.“its’s okay I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it about me, I’ll leave you alone now, I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” you say awkwardly getting up “ no please don’t leave me, I might be getting fired,” Tyson blurts out. “And I really really don’t want to be, that’s why I was upset”

“Oh,” you said, plopping back down on the seat. “Well no- one wants to get fired,” you say slowly.“I’ve only just moved to Toronto in the last few months and that was really hard, leaving my friends in Denver, but I had no choice,”

“I can understand that, I hated leaving my friends and family in LA, what makes you think you're being fired? I mean you don’t know?” You ask gently “I messed up, big style and now my manager wants to get rid of me, I know they do, I’ve heard the whispers and the worst part is I could end up anywhere in another city or town I hate, I just want to go back to Denver, I miss it so much,”

“They can’t fire you for one mistake and come on now Toronto isn’t that bad,” you laugh “No I guess not,” he sighed “it's just like Toronto is the central city for what I do so everyone is looking at me, in Denver it was just easier,”

“Ah okay, are you from Denver then?”

“No Victoria BC, my work means can I move around a lot,I’ve lived in Denver for eight years though” he said you could see his face instantly change and light up when he mentioned Denver“Well now I get why you wouldn’t want to leave Denver, I’ve heard it’s beautiful around there,”

“Oh it is,” he says sadly and you realise you’ve said the wrong thing. “Not that Toronto isn’t great too,it’s just different,” he says.

“I wouldn’t normally do this but, do you want to go out for a drink?” You ask offering your hand to get up just as the subway came to a stop ‘Sure why not,’ he said with a shrug grabbing your hand.

In the end the you ended up at your place. The two of you sat with a glass of red wine. He stretched out on your sofa, his head in your lap. You ran your fingers through the curly locks of hair. He told you all about his friends back in Denver Nate who was a big dumb boy who insisted people called him Nate dog with two g’s. EJ, Josty who she realises is not his real name but a nickname is a loveable pest and then there is the clear leader of the pack, Gabe who in Tyson’s words looked like a Swede god.But had a very big head literally Which Nate and Tyson made fun of all the time. You in turn told him about your weird friends and family and how you ended up coming from sunny La to cold snowy Toronto. It was strange you felt like you had been friends for years. You felt such a sense of ease and peace with this guy, like conversation was never forced yet you knew you had no romantic feelings for this guy and you knew he felt the same. Tyson ended up crashing on your sofa and in the morning you cooked breakfast together before you both had to leave for work. But before you did he said something rather odd. “Can you not tell anyone about this my weird breakdown? Can it be between us?” He said adjusting his tie “Yeah sure,”

The pair of you swapped numbers, you kept in contact texting now and then. Tyson had said his work was a little better his co-workers were supportive of him. Which made you happy although you knew he still wasn’t a hundred percent happy. He had booked a trip to Colorado to see his friends in the summer. You had tried to meet up a couple times but his work kept him busy and you had lots of things going on too. You knew he worked unsocial hours but what he exactly did was still a mystery to you. It wasn’t until two months later, you got that answer, when you saw Tyson’s face again. Except this time it was on tv. You were sat in a bar with your gal pals nursing a glass of red wine. “Toronto Maple leaf Tyson Barrie, has been traded back to the Colorado Avalanche in return for Nazem Kardri, the Victoria born player Barrie spent the year playing for the leafs in a statement he said “I’ve enjoyed playing for the leafs this last year, but I’m excited also to go back to Denver and play again for the avs with my old buddies,” the screen showed Tyson being interview his face beaming with happiness, the same guy but so different from the one you met that night on the train. “Can you turn this up please?” You ask the bartender. He nods. “Y/n I didn’t realize you were this into sports,” your best friend Jan says looking at you surprised “I’m not not really but I’m just interested in this story,” you say signalling to Tyson Barrie who they were showing shots of on the ice, “oh Barrie,” Jan said rolling her eyes. “what?” You ask curious, you’d never really followed hockey before.“He was terrible for the leafs I’m glad we are giving him back,”she says pointing to Tyson. “Poor dude give the guy a break,” you say sympathetically, not taking your eyes off the screen. “Why are you defending him, you don’t even watch hockey,” Jan asks You shrug “I dunno I guess it can’t be easy, being a professional athlete, having all eyes on you,”

“Because you know a lot about that, poor little millionaire,” Jan said taking another sip of her wine and rolling her eyes. You know that you don’t really know what it is like but you got a glimpse into that life when you met Tyson on the train that night. You had no idea he was a millionaire. Wow. Even still millionaires aren’t exempt from mental health problems. Especially when all eyes are on you. Now you understood why he disliked Toronto for his job so much. Toronto media were known in any sense for being ruthless. You excuse yourself to the washroom and once safely in the stall you get out your phone and send a text.

To: Tyson

I’m happy for you. I told you it would all work out eventually. X

To: Y/n

Thanks y/n,

To: Tyson

I’m just a phone call away if you need to talk x

You slip your phone back into your bag. “Who are you texting?” Your best friend asked raising an eyebrow. You give a smile, you weren’t going to tell them about your night with Tyson, you'd promised that night would just be between the two of you. “Just a friend,” you say. Your phone pinged again.

To: y/n

I’ll let you know and next time I’m in town maybe we can grab a drink?

To: Tyson

I’d like that Tys, good luck in Colorado xx

[plushievash]

how did leo/alexei happen? give us lore!

so for a long while they both had crushes on each other but alexei is stupid and leo suffered from internalized homophobia believing hes not meant for relationships no matter how much he wanted one with someone he would never pursue it bc he thought he would be a burden/nobody sees him that way/he is repulsive;; alexei just admired leo too much and thought leo was out of his league and that hed never love someone like him and also bc hes alexei and is just like * has severe paranoia and also no social skills *

dasha saw the Signs™ tho bc hes like love is in the air….and i will find out where its coming from and then. he suffered watching these 2 dumbasses for 2 almost 3 years dance around each other and their feelings while nobody else believed him that hey…..looks like somethins goin on between alexei and leo…u ever notice how leo takes any chance to touch him? u ever notice the way alexei immediately becomes more interactive when leo comes along? yes i know leo is clingy yes i know alexei is improving socially just like. Look its Right in Front of You.

but anyways went like that for the longest time where both of them kind of planned to make their feelings known but could never work up the courage to follow through with it. and alexei got with lucien to try to forget abt leo bc he “knew” he ‘had no chance’ and leo just [roblox OOF] and as usual * focuses on work at a dangerous level and does stupid stuff *

which ends up with a mix up and confusion where leo is missing and puts everyone in a panic and miko catches a guy named nikostratos and ooh ooough oh hes so mad hes so ohguh hes so angry that hes mad. and without thinking and following standard procedure does some things and is 8D to find out uh oh! just gave my brother the familys awful itchy scratchy disease! fuck! time to go kms i guess!

and masha is big mad at everyone so shes just like leo and miko are banned from work and if they even attempt it they wont bc theyd cross me and nobody crosses me. and then alexei is put on watch to make sure leo doesnt try to sneak away and work on his own anyways and to nobodys surprise, he does try. instead of sending one of his people alexei personally confronts him and persuades him to go back home. to which leo asks alexei to stay with him and he does…slowly leo starts to ease up again as alexei stays with him and basically lives with him/stella/the twins for a short while as hes stationed to by masha

eventually after a while of watching both miko and leo masha is satisfied enough with their recoveries and allows them back to their jobs calling alexei off since they no longer need to be supervised. but alexei again * is extremely paranoid and well meaning but also awful * so he keeps his people watching leo from a distance just to be sure hes safe; as he does with maxim and miko (the only difference is that maxim and miko Know he does that and asked him to do that; leo didnt.) oh yeah somewhere sprinkled in around that time alexei split with lucien cause he just. wasnt happy it wasnt working. i dont remember where exactly in all this mess it happened LMAO u might wanna ask my boyed friend abt that since alexei is his

so anyways after a while of being back to work leo notices hes still being followed and slowly gets paranoid and irritable. he ends up doing rash things that could end up getting him killed just to get the attention of the people following him to see if hes “just being paranoid” or if hes really being followed still despite masha allowing him to return to work. eventually after the 3rd time instead of sending someone to intervene alexei himself shows up and leo is Angry and hurt tells alexei to call off his people cause if he ever sees them again he wont hesitate to kill them and so alexei does cause he does care abt his people he doesnt try to defend himself or anything it finally hits him that he just “oh hmm. ok yeah that was kinda fucked up. uh oh i fucked up. this is bad”

and leos whole attitude began to shift instead of his usual generally polite and very easy attitude ready to make friends with anyone he became guarded irritable and quiet and he lost the soft tone in his voice. eventually even with his favourite most important people around him (stella/felix/miko) hes just too paranoid sick to his stomach and angry to stay where he is. so he says hes going to take a vacation and instead moves down to work at the other facilities as a lower agent domenico carlevaro; he doesnt alter his appearance too much aside from dyeing his hair and changing his general fashion style. the only person he allows to come down and see him is mikolaj but he says if felix or stella ever asked him he is allowed to tell them they can see him but no one else. not maxim or dasha or alcides not the twins. he cant stand to see anyone else. miko regularly visits him but has to ask each time since leo doesnt stay in 1 place for too long. eventually leos anger just makes him even more reckless causing him to break his prosthetic; so he has to return to apologize to dasha and ask for a new one.

there he finds out alexei has disappeared and immediately he just feels a twist in his stomach bc he wanted to be angry and pretend that hes over it and he doesnt care about him anymore but he still does so after he gets his new arm despite maxims protests he insists that he will assist maxim in the search. miko reports that alexei was last seen injured being carried away by a woman from some abandoned facility and so everyone is like ok fuck! who is that! is he already dead! or what the fuck! goddamn it! eventually maxim and leo manage to find where alexei is hiding running into one of his people; daria who is a tracker and not really experienced in protection. she… doesnt know how to properly use a gun. shenanigans happen bc daria is sweet and maxim and leo are not mean then leo sees alexei and boy ! he is  FUCKED UP. alexei looks like hes str8 up dying (cause he is!) hes extremely weak and has to use a cane to walk hes got bloody bandages all over and his arm in a sling and later leo and maxim see that arm has a huge ass bite taken out of it and maxim is just 8D…im a good doctor but im not That good a doctor what the fuck is this. and calls marina down to see if they know what this is

marina does and identifies it as a kaprinka bite (ask my boyed friend what a kaprinka is) and that all cases theyve been in charge of nobody has survived but theyll do what they can to try to fix it. maxim and leo decide to take shifts to always be in the room with alexei in case anything goes wrong like his condition suddenly gets even worse and they need to call marina or an attempt on his life happens. so the first night while leo is in charge of watching alexei they start to talk and leo isnt angry anymore and instead is just…Really really sad and admits how hes felt and how he knows that he doesnt have to; he shouldnt; and he Doesnt forgive him for what he did but hes willing to push that aside to at least go back to the way they were. and alexei admits how hes felt and apologizes for everything and how he “probably got himself killed” and theyre both just mmmm feels bad toddbut after that it gives alexei the push to keep on living and alexei does Stupid Stuff which is really stupid but! it helps and he manages to bring back the kaprinka for marina to see what they can do to help him since they said that theyve only ever seen kaprinka that were already dead and not usable for testing it takes months and some big rollercoaster ups and downs w/ alexeis progress but he makes it and recovers but continues to stay in hiding til he gains his full strength back and during that time someone is sent to kill him and leo and maxim stop the guy and then stuff happens and alexei is big mad and blah blah and stuff and then after thats taken care of and his recovery is full they all return and leo helps alexei/artyom/daria in their search for what originally caused the whole situation alexei got in

and so basically from the day they found him theyve been dating Finally but never like fully established it but its very clear now so everyone knows and dasha is rubbing it in everyones faces and miko and felix are dying and they just Cant understand.

also a quick note: theres 2 darias…i have a daria who is just a cute crafts girl with rainbow hair but thats not the daria in this situation…the daria in that situation is my boyfriends oc who is a motorcycle racer and tracker for alexei but they are both equally cute and good

[80srichie]

just a bet

HEY HI WADDUP

so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like.... its not important

ANYWAY

THEY ARE SENIORS IN THIS

THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE DONT ATTACK ME FOR THIS BC THE ACTORS HAVE NO RELATION TO THE CHARACTER IM WRITING K THX

there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo

YEAH

anyway enjoy ily all

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1870

part two, three, four, five, six

Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all. 

Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades. 

“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.

“I have not, what’s so important about the new kid?” Richie asked, closing his locker. Beverly pushed herself up and started to walk down the hallway with him. “Well, I have to give him the tour today. I saw him in the office. He’s cute and gay.” She chuckled, hooking her thumbs in the belt loops of her overalls.

“Now, now, Bev. How do you know this poor guy is gay?” Richie asked, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. 

“He’s wearing the shortest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen, Richie. I’m serious they’re shorter than some of the ones the girls here wear.”

Richie scoffed. “Don’t make assumptions, Marsh. Do I look gay to you?”

Beverly stopped him from walking and narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to study him. “Yes.”

Richie rolled his eyes, shoving her off of him playfully. “Fuck off.” His tone sounded mad, but the smile on his face said otherwise.

The two arrived into their first period of the day, English. Beverly sat in the seat across from Richie, Stan and Bill joining them mere moments later. Beverly was mentioning to the other two guys about the new kid when she gasped quietly. “Richie, I have a bet for you.”

“Oh, do you?” Richie asked, glancing up at her through his glasses.

“I bet you can’t get with the new kid and sleep with him in under three months.” 

She said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. She had a smug smile plastered on her face.

Richie narrowed his eyes at her. “And what do I get if I do?”

“The satisfaction of completing a bet and keeping your ‘never says no to a bet’ reputation.” She responded, smirking.

Richie huffed, leaning back in his chair. “Fine. If I do, however, you have to make out with Bill.”

“Hey, I didn’t agree to th-that.” Bill frowned.

“Who said you had a choice, Big Bill?” Richie grinned.

Eddie Kaspbrak didn’t want to move to Derry. He really didn’t. After his parents got divorced, his mother decided the best way of dealing with her problem was to move back to her hometown. Eddie had to leave his friends back in Michigan but his mom never gave him a choice. He never had a say in which parent he lived with when he got to see his dad, but he dealt with it. Every time he brought up the subject, his mother shut him down and insisted she was the ‘better parent’ for him. Eddie despised the thought of starting over in a new school nearly halfway through his senior year.

Eddie sat in the main office, glancing around at the various colorful posters strewn about the room’s walls. “Eddie Kaspbrak.”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, making eye contact with a girl. She had short, fiery red hair and bright blue eyes. “Hi. I’m Beverly.” The girl- Beverly- held out her hand. Eddie stood and shook it, proceeding to grab his backpack and throw it over his shoulder. 

“I’m assuming you’re giving my tour?” Eddie asked.

Beverly made a noise of agreement, tilting her head towards the main office exit door. “C’mon shortstack. Time’s a-wastin'.”

Eddie listened as Beverly explained where all his classes were, what staircases to use, and even where to sit at lunch. She finally stopped in front of a classroom, looking to Eddie. “You should be in 2nd period, Chemistry. Good luck.” Beverly walked off and down a staircase, giving him a wave as she disappeared around the corner.

Eddie let out a breath, slowly turning the handle and pushing open the classroom door. Every head in the room turned to look at him as he walked in and he instantly felt nervous.

“Ah, you must be the new student. Eddie, is it?” The professor asked. Eddie nodded. The teacher pointed to a table in the back corner of the room. “You’re in luck. We assigned new project partners today so you haven’t missed anything. You’ll be partnered with Mr. Tozier.”

Eddie glanced over to find a (cute) boy sitting alone at a table. He smiled at Eddie, waving him over. Eddie walked over, sitting down on the empty stool next to the boy.

He grinned. “Hey, I’m Richie.” The boy- Richie- said, using his pointer finger to push up the glasses on his nose. “And you’re Eddie.” Eddie nodded. “That’s me.”

“So, Eds, why’d you move to Derry?” Richie asked, leaning dangerously far back on the stool.

“My parents got divorced and my mom grew up here. If I had a choice, I would’ve stayed in Michigan. And don’t call me that. My name is Eddie.”

“Whatever ya say, Eds.” He said, winking before sitting on the stool properly. Eddie felt himself blush.

Richie sat in the plastic lunch table chair, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Beverly attempt to braid Stan’s curly hair. Bill glanced over at the entrance to the cafeteria and nudged Richie.

“Hey, it’s the new kid.”

Richie glanced over and smiled, watching as Eddie found an empty table and sat down. “Should I ask him to my game?”

Beverly chuckled. “Of course. Three months starting now, Tozier!”

Eddie held a plastic tray in his hands, trying to figure out what lunch table to sit at. He looked around the room before spotting an empty table. He walked over and sat down, starting to pick at the ‘food’ he was given.

“Hey, Eds!”

Eddie nearly jumped out of his seat. “Jesus, Richie.” He mumbled, looking over at him.

Richie had a smirk on his face. “I scare ya?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, stabbing his plastic fork into the disgusting excuse for green beans. People had warned him about Richie all day, more or less saying ‘do not fall for him.’

“So, Eds… You are gonna come to my soccer game after school.” Richie said, leaning back in the chair and smiling.

Eddie raised his eyebrow. “I am?”

Richie nodded, reaching over and eating a fry from his lunch. “You are!”

Eddie frowned smacked his hand away from his food. “Is this your way of trying to help me fit in? Because I’ve heard about you and I’m not interested.”

“Heard about me how?”

“The fact that you lead everyone around you on.”

Richie fake gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “I am offended, Eds! You think I’m a slut?” Well, I was with your mom last night-”

Eddie rolled his eyes once more. “If I go to your game, will you shut up?”

Richie grinned. “Only for now. See you then, cutie.” He got up, shooting Eddie a wink before walking back over to his friends.

Eddie was blushing like mad and silently cursed at himself. He didn’t like Richie, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Eddie sat uncomfortably in the stands, annoyed at how loud and obnoxious the students around him were being. He tried to watch the game, but to be completely honest, he didn’t know what was going on. All he knew was Derry High was winning.

Richie was sitting on the sidelines beside Stan. “Did he really show?” Stan asked doubtfully. “I don’t think he would.”

“Oh, yeah?” Richie retorted. “Top right corner of the far right stand. Blue hoodie.”

Stan’s eyes gazed across the crowd before spotting Eddie sitting amongst the rambunctious teenagers. He chuckled, using his mouth to pop open the mouthpiece of his water bottle. “Nice job, Tozier. Think you can do it?”

“Of course I can, Stanley. Do you know how easy it is? He blushed because I winked. I’ve got this in the bag.” Richie responded, standing and walking closer to the substitute flag so he could go in for Bill.

Eddie watched the game the best he could, trying to keep his eyes on Richie. That’s why he was even here, after all. The large clock said there were 2 minutes remaining in the game. Someone on the team had gotten the ball to Richie, but someone on the other team tripped him. The ref blew the whistle, calling for a direct free kick. Richie placed the ball near the goal where the ref told him to. He took a few steps back, before running and kicking the ball, scoring their team a goal. His team surrounded him as the stands cheered. Derry had won and Richie had scored the winning goal.

Eddie made his way out of the stands, leaning against the side of them. He was texting his mother to tell her he was on his way home. As he started to walk away, he heard a voice call out his name. Eddie turned on his heel to find Richie jogging toward him.

Eddie made a face at the amount of dirt and sweat that was on him. “You look disgusting.”

“Not as disgusting as me and your mom last night,” Richie smirked. Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“You’re gross and I’m leaving,” Eddie said, starting to walk away.

“Not before going out to get ice cream with me,” Richie called. Eddie stopped walking and turned back around. 

“What?”

“You and me, ice cream. What more explanation do you want?”

“Who said I was going with you?”

“I did!”

“It seems like I never seem to have a choice with you, do I?”

“No. No, you don’t. Stay here, I’m going to go change and shower unless you wanna join me.” Richie winked.

“You’re gross and I hate you,” Eddie responded as Richie walked away. Eddie tried to ignore the blush that he felt growing on his face at a mere wink. He couldn’t like Richie. He couldn’t- and wouldn’t.

But he did.

HEY HELLO

i really like this idea so PART TWO??? LEMME KNOW

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[theblasianbarbie]

Omg help a bitch out what's you're routine??

alright yall!! okay just so yall know i have acne prone sensitive ass skin (also a lil oily) so i break out over everything and like this routine is just specific to my skin and even if ur skin is like mine this routine might not work for you its just my recs and what i use that really worked on my skin!!!

so in the morning its real simple i wear makeup almost everyday and before i started this routine i thought that that and living in NYC was why I was breaking out so much but its not??? lol Also I made a masterpost from websites I buy from for skincare!!

okay so in the mornign i was my face with AROMATICATEA TREE BALANCING FOAMING CLEANSER ($22) 

its pricey af but it WORKS WONDERS I was so scared to use it bc i  thought my skin would purge like it usually does when I switch cleanser but it didnt at all!!! Western cleansers have always failed me and left my skin in worse condition and this brand and everything on this website is Korean and has really improved my skin so quickly!! Also the bottle is pretty big and a little bit goes a long way, so  you do get your moneys worth.  Also you get $10 off if you use my link to buy it from this website. The product is described as:

A gentle foaming cleanser formulated with USDA organic aloe vera and tea tree oil to effectively remove dirt and makeup to leave skin feeling purified, fresh and toned without stripping away natural oils. Burdock and comfrey root extracts provide calm and hydrating effects. Geranium, bitter orange, bergamot essential oil scents add a stress-relieving factor. Ideal for oily skin types.

The aloe helped with the redness and inflammation a lot! like my face feels and looks so different omfg and I dont feel dry after using this like with other cleansers.

I use that cleanser on the MORIHATABINCHOTAN FACIAL PUFF ($15.50) and lightly exfoliate.

Again, pricey but worth it! In the past I used konjac sponges off amazon that worked pretty well but I feel liek this one works a lot better! I dont like using my hands to rub cleansers in and rotating brushes just tore my skin apart and this is perfect it leaves me feeling clean but not like completely stripped. Its amazing at removing make up too (which I will get into later). Also you get $10 off if you use my link to buy it from this website. The product is described as:

An all-natural facial puff made with Binchotan charcoal and Konjac root to very gently exfoliate and cleanse the face for brighter, healthier, radiant skin. Ideal for sensitive skin.

For toner I use BENTON Aloe BHA Skin Toner ($12)

I actually fucking bought this for $20 when its $12 online smh but what made me get this was how it mentioned protection/cleanliness from polluted air. Living in NYC, I’m exposed to that everyday and this really started showing results within days of using it. It’s aloe based which again helped with my redness and inflammation. My dermatologist told me to stay away from things were salclyic acid is the highlighted ingredient--this toner does use it but its not the main thing. Western toners from popular brands that used salicylic acid just left my skin feeling dry and stripped and I’d break out even more bc of them. This toner isnt drying at all!! Its gel like and feels a bit sticky on the skin but once it dries its super moisturizin.  Also you get $10 off if you use my link to buy it from SokoGlam! The product is described as:

Packed with ultra beneficial ingredients such as aloe and salicylic acid, this toner hydrates and preps your skin to help with the absorption of skincare products in the next step in your routine.

Aloe: Soothes, moisturizers.Salicylic Acid: Exfoliates, reduces sebum, and is anti-inflammatory which is great for acneic skin.Snail Mucin: Supports natural cell regeneration and replenishes moisture to increase firmness

For all skin types.

Next, I moisturize. Because I have horrible hyperpigmentation and terrible scars my derm recommended I use sunscreen or moisturizer with sunscreen during the day. So I use Simple Facial Moisturizer, Replenishing Rich ($10) and mix it with Neutrogena Ultra Sheer Dry-Touch Sunscreen Broad Spectrum SPF 100 ($7)

Simple Replenishing Rich Facial Moisturizer instantly doubles your skin's hydration. Simple's moisturizer works for up to 24 hours, leaving your skin feeling silky and nourished all day. Skin-loving ingredients replenish, soothe, and hydrate without the greasy feeling. And the formula doesn't contain any dyes, artificial perfumes, or harsh chemicals that can lead to skin irritation or clogged pores.

• Broad spectrum UVA/UVB protection• Water resistant (80 minutes)• Non-comedogenic (won't clog pores)• Oil free• PABA free

I put these on under my makeup. I like the Simple moisturizer bc like I said I have sensitive skin and its made for ppl with skin like mine and it doesnt feel heavy and I find that products with more natural products work better for me. You can get both of these at Target. 

After I moisturize , I spritz my face with the Mario Badescu Facial Spray with Aloe, Herbs and Rosewater ($12 on Amazon--Hautelook is having a sale on Mario Badescu right now tho!)

This Just makes my skin feel really awake and refreshed. I wait a few minutes to let it sink into my skin then I prime my face and do my makeup. Im a bit extra and use foundation with SPF in it for more protection lol. Product description: 

A refreshing, hydrating mist to use anywhere anytime. Simply formulated with fragrant herbal extracts and rosewater for a pleasant, pick me up for dehydrated, tight and uncomfortable skin.

All of these products have been key to keeping my skin moisturized, prior to using these my skin had dry patches and just didnt feel nice now its way softer and smoother.

NIGHT

OKay nighttime is when it gets REAL

First, to remove my makeup I use Palmers Skin Therapy Cleansing Oil Face ($8 at Target)

OKAY, THIS CLANSIG OIL!!! OMFFFFFG!!!!! LIKE YALLL SHE TAKES EVERYTHING OFF!! AND YALL I WEAR FULL COVERAGE THICK ASS FOUNDATION, CONCEALER, HIGHLIGHT CONTOUR AND LIEK CRAZY COLORFUL EYESHADOW EVERYDAY AND THIS BITCH TAKE EVERYTHING OFF WITH EASE!!!! I’ve tried cleansing oils before but this is the BEST one I have ever tried. I just pump it into my hand and rub it into my face til everything melts off lol. I rinse my face and do like one more pump just in case and rinse again. Like yall....everything COMES OFF. I bet my whole blog. I will delete if yall come to me saying this didnt help take your makeup off. It’s made with Jojoba and Rosehip oil which do wonders for removing makeup. Product description:

Removes Make-Up and Impurities

No Mineral Oil or Parabens

Deep Cleans and Brightens

Rosehip Fragrance

Okay, so after I rinse the oil off I go in with my Makeup Remover Towel (I got mine at Marshalls for $4 but you can probably find one online--it may be more expensive tho)

Okay, tbh the cleansing oil I listed above pretty much removes like up to 95% of the makeup. This cloth is fairly easy to use and honestly a better investment than makeup wipes. Makeup wipes again would leave my skin dry and irritated and only contribute to my breakouts. Even tho it doesnt seem like it, this can remove a lot.  Its easy to use, you just wet it, wring out the excess water and just wipe your face the same way you would with a regular makeup wipe. This removes any traces the cleansing oil didnt pick up (which is usually some mascara and left over eyeliner and some foundation around my neck). Once your done with that you just clean it with regualr soap and water! Like this is gentle on my skin and cleans up all the left overs. 

After that, I go in with my AROMATICATEA TREE BALANCING FOAMING CLEANSER ($22), I use that cleanser on the MORIHATABINCHOTAN FACIAL PUFF ($15.50) and lightly exfoliate which gets rid of any excess traces of makeup, dirt and oil. Then I go in with the toner I listed as well. Sometimes I’ll do a facemask and I dont really have a preference--I’ll link the masterpost I made of the skincare places I shop at and I recommend any masks from them.

Once all thats done, I go in with my [Ost] Original Pure Vitamin C20 Serum ($16 on Amazon....I paid $20 in the store 🙃) 

But yall this stuff really helps. I’m not seeing like results super fast but I’m feeling them and seeing them slowly over time and its only been two weeks so in a few months I’ll probably see more! But if you have dark spots, scars, and hyperpigmentation INCLUDE A VITAMIN C SERUM!!!! Also make sure you keep this one refrigerated or it will go back and stop working. If it is an orange color instead of clear it is bad and is not gonna work. I was originally recommended the Mario Badescu one which people RAVE about but its $45 however, if you wanna indulge Hautelook is having a sale on the brand.  But yeah, the serum not only helps with dark spots but really helped with the texture of my skin. Its a lot softer and more elastic.

OKay, after the serum I add my Curology prescription ($20 for a 90 day supply--your first bottle is free you only have to pay for shipping)

How this website works is, you submit pictures and talk about your skin concerns and you are matched with a certified dermatologist that describes you a medication based on your skin needs! I apply this every night then follow it with my Simple moisturizer and then my Mario Badescu spray. Here is their about:

In their dermatology practices, Dr. David Lortscher and Dr. Nancy Satur saw first-hand just how much our skin can impact our lives. They also observed that while personalized treatments offer the best results, it's difficult for many people to access a dermatologist. So they created Curology. Curology's mission is to treat acne and promote healthy skin with customized skincare prescribed by licensed healthcare providers.

But yeah this is my routine. Its only been 2 weeks but im seeing so many big improvements!!! I hope yall can find a routine that suits you using this as reference!