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Little Flower

Summary: You're startled during a power outage late one night when your co-worker, Harry, is at your door, drenched from the rain. How does he even know where you live? 

Word Count: 4,468

A/N: This is a bit dark you guys! It's a classic stalker story so just keep that in mind as you read and only consume what you can handle! xoxo

Warning: smut, cheating, dark elements, coercion, stalking, aggressive male behavior, size kink, breeding kink, and sort of dubcon via manipulation

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You always loved rainy, stormy nights. It was the best time to snuggle up on your couch with a blanket and a pint of ice cream and watch scary movies. You were supposed to go out with friends but the weather had changed everyone’s plans. Some streets were even flooded and it just wasn’t going to be worth it to get out in the storm to go to some bar and drink gross, expensive drinks and then figure out how you’d get home.

This was far better, you determined, as you dunked your spoon into your cherry chocolate cheesecake ice cream.

Definitely better.

But then a sudden loud crash of thunder shook your windows, making you drop your pint of ice cream onto the floor at the same time you were suddenly shrouded in darkness when your electricity went out, taking your entertainment of the slasher movie you were watching with it.

You tore your blanket off your legs in annoyance and reached down for the ice cream container when you heard another noise making you still your movements as you listened through the heavy sound of rain and wind. It was coming from your back door. You strained your eyes to see through the dark as you placed the carton of ice cream on your coffee table and reached for your cell phone so you could investigate the noise.

Turning on your flashlight app to the brightest setting (thank god for modern technology) you made your way to the kitchen and peeked out the door’s window. But there was nothing that you could see.

You pursed your lips to the side and looked down at your phone and it was then you realized you had no cellular service at all. Which was odd. Sure the wifi was out with the electricity but cell service too? The storm must have knocked out a tower you supposed.

It was 11:47 pm. And since the electricity was out you figured you’d just go to bed. You couldn’t mindlessly scroll social media if you couldn’t get on the internet. So maybe this night wasn’t definitely better than going out with friends would have been.

You sighed to yourself and shined your cell phone light over the floor to make your way to your bedroom when there was the sound of a knock at your front door. Four harsh raps that had you stopping dead in your tracks.

You certainly weren’t expecting anyone and who would be out in such a heavy storm so late? Turning off the flashlight you slowly approached your front window to peek out but it was difficult to make out who was standing in front of your door. You could tell that it was a man but not much more.

Three more urgent knocks startled you, making your skin chill and putting you on edge.

You took a chance to peek through your door’s window at just the edge, hoping the man wouldn’t see you peering out but just as you did so a flash of lightening lit up the entire space around you as well as your front porch and you blinked as you recognized the man at your door.

It was someone you worked with.

You relaxed as you waved out the window and then opened your door. His hair was wet and his clothes were soaked, making his shirt cling to his body.

“Harry! What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

He looked behind himself and placed his hand on your doorframe, “Can I come in?”

You nodded and pulled your door open for him to enter. His presence felt heavy. Something was different about him. You weren’t sure why exactly. You didn’t know him all that well but he seemed nice enough at work. But in that moment he felt like a different person.

Closing your door you turned to face him, trying to push down the odd feeling you were getting, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Got caught in the rain and just needed a spot to ride it out a bit. S’okay if I hang out here until it lets up?” He stepped in toward you which put you right back on edge again.

“Uh… I mean yeah. Sure. Were you in the area? I thought you had a car.”

Harry’s dark figure loomed over you as he spoke, “I have a car. It’s down the street. And yes. I was nearby.”

You backed up for some space, “Oh. Did your car break down?”

“Something like that.”

You tried to steady your breaths. Something was off.

“Did you enjoy the flowers I got for you, Y/n?” Harry’s chest was rising and falling heavily as if he’d been running just before.

“Um…” you looked down at the cell phone in your hand and back up to the man as your eyes began to adjust to the dark, “Was that you? I didn’t realize… I thought they were delivered to me by mistake.”

You’d gotten flowers sent to you at work on Friday afternoon. A gorgeous bouquet stuffed with lovely flowers in a pretty glass vase. At first, you thought your boyfriend had sent them but when you texted him he got upset that someone else had sent you flowers.

The card read “To my little flower.”

You chalked it up to being sent to the wrong person because there was no name on anything.

Harry shook his head as he moved closer, “Those were from me. So were the chocolates the week before. And the gummy bears before that. But I was disappointed to find out you had a boyfriend.”

You swallowed and felt your back press into your door. You wondered if you could make a run for it but Harry twisted your deadbolt and then placed a palm flat on the wood next to your head, “How long have you been seeing him?”

You nodded, “Umm. For almost a year.”

Harry turned his head to look around your living room. You were feeling all kinds of weird things in that moment.

The first was fright. Harry’s sudden aggressive behavior was a shock to you. You were also feeling very curious about what was going on. Why was he in your home? How did he know where you lived? What was he planning on doing? But the most concerning thing you were feeling was that trickle of adrenaline and excitement.

Because that was another thing. Harry was probably the hottest guy you’d ever seen. All the girls at work gossiped about him in private. Talked about how fit he was, how handsome, his hair, his eyes, his voice… You did find him quite alluring, you’d just never gotten the chance to really get to know him. Plus you had a boyfriend to think about so getting close to another man wasn’t a good idea anyway.

“A year? Really?” You could see the outline of his face and the slope of his nose as he licked his lips, “And he’s not here right now with you?”

Shaking your head you kept your eyes on his. You didn’t know what his next move was going to be.

And when he lifted a hand up to delicately run his fingers over your cheekbone a shiver was sent down the knobs of your spine and you closed your eyes, “No. He’s at home. He doesn’t live here.”

You heard a small laugh press through his nostrils, “I know he doesn’t live here. I’m just fucking with you.”

You opened up your eyes in confusion and you saw a smirk on his face, but he didn’t back away from you to give an inch of space.

“See I’ve been keeping track, Y/n. I know almost everything there is to know about you. Pretty little flower needs something her lame boyfriend can’t give her.”

A shuddered breath left your lungs, “What do you mean?”

Harry’s gentle fingers at your cheekbone lowered to your jaw, “I mean look at what’s going on right now for example. You’ve got the big bad wolf standing in your living room, ready to do ungodly things to you, and your shithead boyfriend is safe at home, probably with his sidepiece because he never cared about you in the first place.”

You swallowed and shook your head, “What? Sidepiece?”

Harry’s dark chuckle vibrated out of his chest as his thumb ran up the side of your neck, “That’s right, little flower. Marco has been cheating on you. Some skinny girl with ratty hair. God only knows what he sees in her when he’s got you at the helm. A shame you’ve chosen such a loser. I would worship the ground you walked on if you were mine.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You had a hard time keeping your thoughts in a straight line. Marco was cheating? It could be a ruse. Perhaps Harry was lying. But also the stroke of his thumb at your neck was pressing harder into your skin and it was causing your head to go dizzy and your limbs were heating up.

Harry’s pink lips curved up into a wicked grin, “I have a few things that I’d like to do to you. Would you like to hear them?”

Did you want to know? Was he going to hurt you? That, you didn’t want. You weren’t much of a fan of pain. But if he were to force himself on you somehow… Maybe if he were to take you to your bed and do something ungodly to you… well, what would that entail?

“Yes.” You squeaked out pathetically.

That dark smile on his face widened, “That’s a good sign, flower. Honestly, I kind of expected a little more of a struggle from you. But you seem to like this so far. That’s going to make this so much easier. So much better for us.”

He moved in toward your face and then you felt his breath on your jaw and down your neck before he spoke against your skin and you felt that icy prick of exhilaration cover your body, “I’ll be soft with you as long as you let me. If you fight me it’s going to be a lot less soft, understand me?”

You knocked your head up and down in an affirmative nod as you held your breath.

His plushy mouth pressed over the side of your throat and you felt his tongue drag upward to your jaw, “First I want to taste you. Need to know what you smell like. Find out how thick your arousal gets and what your flavor is on my tongue.”

You gulped down the moan you nearly let out as you closed your eyes and his lips nipped over your skin to the front of your neck, “But then I want to know what you feel like, Y/n. Want to know how it feels when your insides are wrapped around my cock. Want to hear your pretty voice saying my name when you come. Want you to forget all about Marco. Because I want you for myself. Yeah?”

You felt like you were in a dream. Maybe it was just a dream. One of those strange fever dreams that feels like it’s happening but then it feels too weird to be real. And if it was just a dream… well what was the harm in it?

“Yes.” You whispered, your voice hitching up an octave.

“Yeah? You want that flower? Because if you do there’s not going to be any turning back. I won’t be able to let you go after this.”

You lifted your shaky hands up to his chest, feeling the moisture from his shirt under your palms. His heated skin underneath was taut and well-muscled. But of course, you knew he was strong and fit.

Harry kissed up your jaw and then his mouth was pressed against yours and the sizzle of your bodies pressed together was like an electric shock to your system as your mouth opened for his with ease. You smoothed your hands up his pecs, to his shoulders, and then to the back of his head into his wet hair. You allowed a moan to fall from your mouth against his and he shifted his hips before lifting you up by the back of your thighs and making you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked you to your bedroom, like he knew exactly where he was going.

He dropped you down to your bed and peeled his shirt off. So many tattoos that you had a hard time making out in the dark but you saw the inky designs, some blending together, some letters, numbers, drawings…

You felt his hands tear down your night shorts, taking your cotton panties with them in one quick tug, and then he began to undo his pants, pushing them down his sturdy legs as he kept his gaze on yours.

You felt like a different person. Like this was happening to someone who was taking over your body. The darkness of your room lit up with a lightning flash and then the heavy roll of thunder shook your house.

Harry crawled over you, his bulky frame covering you completely as you felt his fingers pulling your t-shirt off until your breasts were bare and the cool air of your dark room covered you in chills.

But he dipped down and placed his warm palm on one of your breasts while his mouth suctioned at the other side, pulling gently at your nipple and then lapping at your skin until he moved to the other side, warming your skin with his lips and his saliva.

“Gah!” You panted as you felt his teeth dig into your bud and you lifted your head to peer down at him.

Harry smiled against your nipple and then lifted himself to look down at you, “Sorry. Said I’d be soft. Might just accidentally nip at you here and there. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you, Y/n. How desperately I need you,” he ducked his face down between your breasts and dotted hot kisses down the center of your tummy until he gripped the inner parts of your thighs and pushed them apart so he could tuck himself in between.

You let out the loudest gasp you’d ever let fall from your lungs when you felt his soft lips peppering kisses up your labia. Harry’s tongue jutted out between your crease and you felt the warmth of his wet muscle slide up until he bumped into your clit.

“Oh flower…” he breathed against your cunt, “Better than I imagined…”

When he wrapped his plush lips around your clit you sucked in a sharp breath and let your head fall back into your blankets as Harry’s arms caged you in by the back of your thighs.

You’d never been eaten out with such enthusiasm. Marco always acted like he was going to hurt you so it usually felt like a limp rag against your pussy, which did absolutely nothing for you. But Harry felt like a real man with a warm mouth and a big wet tongue going at you like he was frustrated. Crazed.

His moans vibrated over your core and up to your hips as you wiggled under him, softly bucking yourself up against him.

“Oh!” You moaned loudly and reached down to grab onto anything when you felt his hand pull at yours and slide his fingers between your digits as he pressed it down into the mattress. But he did not let up his licking and sucking and it felt like the whole world would crumble around you if he let go of your hand.

The sound coming from between your legs was proof of how wet you’d gotten. He had worked you up into a frenzy without much effort at all. You weren’t sure if it was the way he was eating you out, or the very strange circumstance of him showing up at your place and making some kind of claim on you but you knew you’d give yourself to him if that’s what he wanted. Even if it was wrong. Even if made you a bad person. Even if Harry was a bad person…

“Shit! Oh ffff…” you yelped when he focused on your clit and it stung your flesh in the most salacious way you’d ever felt. You swore he was sucking the soul right out of you and inhaling it whole for himself.

Your whines grew loud as you squeezed his hand and his shoulders pressed harder into the backs of your thighs. He said he’d be soft but this wasn’t soft. It was better. It was hot and twisted and you should have been ashamed at how much you liked it but you were on the cusp of an orgasm and you couldn’t stop yourself.

The world around you went blank except for Harry’s mouth and his hand wrapped around yours. There was no telling how long you were shaking or crying his name or how loud you’d been or even where you were in that moment.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt those soft pink lips gliding up your body and then finding your neck, a harsh suck making you coo in ecstasy. Everything in your body felt exactly right. Harry had turned you into another woman and his warm body covered you possessively. You were his and he’d just shown you that.

“Tasted like sunshine and butterscotch,” his lips smeared over your cheek hotly, “My little flower deserves her cunt eaten properly every day. Now that you’re mine you’ll never go without.”

You sighed and then you felt his warm shaft against your pussylips. He still had your hand in his as he looked down at you and lined up his tip with your opening, pushing in only his bulbous head.

You hissed at the tightness of it, arching your back into him.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna go in slow so it doesn’t hurt. Tiny little hole needs worked open, yeah?”

You nodded with a whimper, “It’s so… you’re so big… oh god…”

“We’ll get you used to it. Don’t worry sweet, flower. Gonna take good care of you…”

His fat cock slowly took up inch by inch of your insides. You’d never felt such a full feeling from a cock before. Harry’s dick was thick and the further he pressed inward you could tell he was also long.

He slowly backed himself out to the tip and kissed your mouth with a quick peck before smiling down at you as he drove back in, pushing deeper yet. The kind of stretch he was giving you felt impossible. Even your huge dildo (which you hid from Marco so as not to hurt his fragile feelings of seeing a toy that was bigger than he was) didn’t feel this big, didn’t give you this kind of fullness.

There was the sound of a soft squelch of your pussy getting stuffed as he bottomed out. He nuzzled his face into your neck and panted softly as he thrust deeply. You could feel your insides getting moved around, rearranged, and prodded into.

It did something to your brain to know your pussy was making a man with such a big cock feel like you were. You could feel his cock twitching as he rocked into you. The front of his thighs pressed into the back of yours as he fucked you with his large dick.

“You feel that, flower?” His hot breath cascaded over your neck as he spoke.

“Mmm… I feel it all, Harry…” you moaned in response as you flexed your hand inside of his and brought your other hand up to his broad back to hold onto his outer lat.

“I can tell you feel it too. Feel me way up in your tummy, spreading you open like you’ve never been. Feels like I’m fucking a virgin right now,” he trembled as kept up his languid pace.

And compared to anyone else you’d slept with, yeah… you could say you were like a virgin. You’d never had anything so large inside of your pussy and you knew you couldn’t go back to anything less.

“Gonna get you fucked and filled so nicely every day. My little flower… fuck… feels so tight and wet around me. So warm. Just begging for my come.”

You moaned out breathily. Every stroke of his shaft and dip of his crown into your guts had you reeling. It was so much and so good. You were already addicted to the way he was fucking you and talking you through it.

“I need your come, Harry. I need you in my womb so bad…” you panted your words but you weren’t sure if those words had come from you or not. Maybe you were just cock drunk or cock dumb or whatever it was you’d heard of that happened to some people when they were getting a good dicking but it was something you’d never experienced and you wanted him to claim every part of you. You’d never before asked for anyone’s come. You’d never fucked without a condom. But Harry was the exception to everything.

His slow, deep plunges were driving you insane. Every sticky wet slide of his cock through your walls, every time you felt his balls fit up against your ass, every grind of his hips against yours… it made you feel obsessed. Like an unstable lunatic, hungry for something that no one else would ever understand.

“Need me deep in your womb, flower?” Harry pasted his hips to yours and rocked against you, making you squeal at the press of his tip into your cervix, “Is that what you want? Want me to stuff you with my come and give you babies, make you mine forever? Yeah?”

“Yes! Please!” You gasped when he bit into your neck as the roll of his back and his hips into you suddenly faltered and his rhythm grew sloppy.

Harry trembled over you as he pressed his nose into your jaw, his moans growing louder and his cock was twitching, leaking precome as his balls squeezed into his body preparing for his orgasm.

But the way he was glued to your pelvis and every grind down into you sent glorious sparkles down your spine that spread over your pussy as he was smushed against your clit.

The moment you felt your orgasm start to unfold and burst your vision went black as your heart pounded and your pussy gushed around him.

When Harry felt you squeezing him tight with a spasming pussy and he knew you were coming he coughed out a moan as he allowed himself to pound into you, finally punching through your walls the way he wanted as he fucked you through your release. Long, slick, aching strokes with skin wetly slapping, your bed rocking with each strong thrust, until Harry’s gasps of pleasure finally poured out of his lungs as he came inside of you. Inside of his sweet flower.

He pumped and throbbed as he pressed in deep, stilling his hips against yours with his heart pounding wildly. It was heaven. Bliss. He knew it would be.

Your body was limp under his as you began to come down and you felt him thick and pulsating inside of you as he drained himself into your womb just like you wanted. The grip he had on your hand ached but you loved it as he used your pussy for his pleasure. Deep whimpers fell from his chest.

Everything swirled and sparkled and twisted around you in some divine kaleidoscope. His dark words spoken into your ear, “You’re mine now, flower,” had you smiling and humming in delight. It was all you wanted. He was all you needed.

. . .

You woke up to your phone alarm sounding next to you on the bed. The tiniest bit of light was peeking through your curtains as you sat up and found your phone to shut off the noise. You were in a daze as you looked around yourself and realized you were alone in your bed.

You pulled your brows together and looked around your room. Your clothes were on the floor and memories of the night before began to flood your mind. Harry. Where was Harry?

Throwing the blankets off your naked body you looked down over yourself and felt that warm flush of excitement crawl over your skin at the thought of what had happened. You slid on your t-shirt and walked into your hallway, “Harry?” You called his name but there was no response.

Your living room was left just as it had been the night before. Your front door was unlocked and the carton of half-eaten ice cream was sitting on your coffee table, all melted inside.

You shook your head as you peeked into your kitchen and then went into your bathroom, flicking on the light and there lying on your vanity was a flower. You picked it up as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Two big dark splotches on your neck told you that you weren’t going crazy. That something had happened last night.

Unless you’d done it to yourself somehow? You leaned in to look closer in the mirror as you ran your fingers over the skin on your throat and frowned. Maybe it had just all been a dream. It definitely felt like one.

You sighed as you stepped back and retraced the events of what you remember. But it was hard to recall the details exactly. You were so gone for Harry, your co-worker, and he’d been so aggressive yet so soft at the same time.

Perhaps it had just been a dream. A wild dream that had you coming twice and begging for him to come inside of you.

You laughed as you ran your hands over your face and shook your head. Maybe you were going crazy. It didn’t explain the flower or the splotches on your neck but somehow, in the light of day, it all felt like nothing more than a fantasy. It made more sense that it would have just been a dream. What were the chances your hot co-worker had come to your house in the middle of the night and fucked you so good you were ready to marry him and give him babies? No, that wasn’t real. Because that wasn’t you.

You looked back at yourself in the mirror with a grin. The only thing you knew for certain at that moment was that you’d never think about Harry the same way again.

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Scars

Contents: post-war. Hurt/comfort. Fluff. Very sappy.

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: Hawks x reader

“I look…sick,” Keigo mumbled, looking in the bathroom mirror hanging over the sink. You were both getting ready for bed, and you almost choked on toothpaste as you brushed your teeth when he said that. You rinsed out your mouth and glanced into the same mirror he was staring into. You didn’t see what he saw, you knew that much.

Sure, suppose you looked hard enough his skin was paler, and dark circles under his eyes from a lack of sleep. In that case, his now often night terrors waking the both of you up at ungodly hours of the morning-, the red angry scar that ran down from the peak of his cheek to his neck and exploding across his back where his wings used to reside. Angel wings stained with blood that you used to love to run your fingers through so much now gone, leaving only red scar tissue behind on his once unblemished skin. And he had a problem with it all, you knew he did. But you didn’t; you didn’t take issue with a single thing about him.

“I think you look handsome,” You insist, kissing the scar on his cheek gently, your hand gently running up and down his bicep. “C’mon, we need to put your scar cream on and blow dry your hair. I don’t want you going to bed with wet hair, you might catch a cold.” You giggle softly but there’s no trace of amusement on his face causing your smile to falter.

You take his hand, pulling him back into the bedroom, the wide windows that encompassed most of the left wall gave a view of the expanse of the entire city below. Rain gently tapped against the glass and the moonlight made a soft light in the room. You sat him down on the edge of the bed and flicked on the lamp that was on the nightstand, warm light illuminating the room better so you could see what you were doing.

You gently pulled out the drawer of the nightstand and took out a tub of off-white cream that the hospital had sent you home with for his scars to ensure they healed the best they could. Of course, they’d never leave his skin, it was important to make sure they healed properly to lighten the color of them and prevent any possible infection and such.

You try to take his hand in yours, always working on the scars on his palms first and then his cheek along with the small scar on his forehead and working to his back which required the most care. But he pulls his hand away stubbornly, making you sigh.

“I don’t like the way it feels…it’s too thick, it never rubs into my skin fully and it’s uncomfortable.” He complains. You understood, you didn’t like when your scented lotions were too thick because it also seemed like they never actually rubbed in fully. But there’s a difference between wanting to put scented lotion on and needing to put a cream on for burn scars. He debated you every time. It was practically part of the routine. It was more concerning when he didn’t debate, that was when you had to check up on him to make sure he was doing okay.

“I know you don’t, but it needs to go on. Please, for me?” You plead softly, kissing his cheek softly. You watched as he thought it through before he huffed softly and turned his head from you with a soft whine.

“Fine…You can do it…” He pouts. It’s so cute but you don’t push your luck, you could shower him with affection in a little. In a way, this was affection you supposed. Take care of him like this, how he did with you before the war. You took care of each other, it was mutual. That’s what you do for people you love. You and Keigo have a special kind of love.

You slab the ointment on his open palm, rubbing it into the lines of his palm. If you could palm read you’d say something sappy about heart line or fate line. But you don’t, so you stay silent as you focus on gently massaging his palm. When you’re done you glance at him, his soft gaze focused on your hand in his and you brush your thumb against his knuckle and his eyes snap up to yours.

“Hey,” You smile softly.

“Hey, pretty,” Keigo whispers, moving in to kiss your neck but you stop him. Your palm is flat against his chest.

“Not yet, later. Let me finish first, baby.” You giggle softly. He was always quick to try and distract you before you got the scar on his cheek. Even if he had to play a little dirty by trying to distract you with sweet words and kisses.

He pouted, about to protest before you gave him a quick peck on his cheeks and quickly put some ointment on his cheek before he could stop you. You can see the instant look of irk on his face. But you make fast work of gently rubbing it into his cheek and down to his neck. Moving behind him.

He was already shirtless from the shower you both took, only in his boxers which were old and worn barely hanging on by the seam. Maybe it was a thing with just Keigo, or maybe all men, But he clung to boxers and socks until they were nothing more than a string. You had to harass him to toss them and then drag him shopping to pick up new pairs.

It didn’t make it any more dignifiable that said boxers were quite literally his own merch, a limited edition thing his PR did. The same design as his belt on the waistband of them. If you had any say it was a little tacky but whatever made him happy, and people loved them. No more of that. Which saddened you. No more fun brand deals and such. But at least he still had his modeling gigs, now as the president of the commission. Which meant he wore more suits in them, focused on being more professional and sexy and not just ‘hot blonde playboy-esque’.

You weren’t complaining.

You took a moment to appreciate the expanse of his back. The muscles. His shoulder blades. You knew he was self-conscious of the scar tissue from the burns he got when his wings burned off which are now completely gone. But you didn’t mind. You missed his wings sometimes, of course, you both did.

How they’d protectively wrap around you whenever he got a little jealous. How they used to puff up whenever you’d kiss him or do something he deemed cute. His wings were a core part of him, his personality almost. An extension of his body language. And they were gone now. But that didn’t mean you stopped loving him.

You make fast work on massaging the cream onto his back scars, going quickly to avoid making him uncomfortable for too long.

When you finish you gently trace your finger down his spine and giggle when his posture straightens out. Leaning over to kiss his cheek and getting up to grab a towel from the bathroom. You drape the towel over his head, drying his hair with it. You gently comb your hands through his damp hair for a little while, sitting in silence as you play with his hair before you suck in a breath and pull out the blow dryer from under the bed. Plugging it in and taking your time until his blonde hair is poofy and fluffed up before you straighten it out with your fingers so it’s not as messy.

“All done,” You hum, flicking the dryer off putting it back in its box, and sliding it under the bed again.

“Thank you…c’mere.”

You knew what he wanted.

When he still had those bird avian instincts that accompanied his quirk, he’d always preen you. Sometimes when he was bored or if you had come home in a rough state. It was soothing for him, and you alike. Even now that those instinctual feelings left him, it was his way of having a semblance of normalcy even now.

You found purchase on his lap, and he went to work. His hands straightened out your hair and messed with your shirt until it sat evenly on your shoulders and he was satisfied.

You yelped softly when he pulled you up further onto the bed, pulling the covers up over your body and holding your back against his chest.

“I wanna see you,” You whine softly in protest, hearing him sigh as his arm leaves its tight hold on your waist and you turn over to look at him face to face. You lean far over him to flick off the lamp and then lay back down, the only light filtering through the window casting a light blue hue across his face from the moonlight.

He was so pretty.

You wondered what was going on in his head sometimes. You only knew what he told you, or what you could infer from how he acted.

“We should get married…” He whispered.

You stayed silent in thought for a moment before snuggling closer to him.

“Why now?” You ask.

“Why not now? We have peace…or at least we’re in the process of rebuilding it…I finally have some time on my hands. I want to slow down a little. With you. Maybe make a little family, a couple of chicks running around. But that’s an…entirely different conversation for another night.”

Your cheeks flush at the mention of children, not like it’s scandalous or anything but still. You lay in thought for a few seconds. Thinking it through. He has a point; you can both go slow now. Finally. After being the fastest man he can finally take a breath. So it makes sense he’s becoming a bit more family-oriented. And you guessed after everything he’s been through, his multiple near-death experiences. No wonder he wanted to marry you. You’d been together long enough.

“Okay…but just…propose to me properly, yeah?” You smile softly when he chuckles and nods. His hand comes to gently pet your hair.

“Yeah, I will…It’ll be kind of a surprise…I’ll find a way to make it a surprise, which will be hard since I already spoiled it but still…I’ll make it feel special. I’ll make you feel special because you are.”

“I look forward to it,” You giggle softly when he begins to pepper kisses all over your face before his lips lock with yours for a few seconds before he pulls back, tugging you close against him like you’re a stuffed animal or toy.

“Get some rest, baby. You have a long day of work tomorrow.” You whisper softly, hearing him yawn softly before he hums in agreement.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too,”

[finniestoncrane]

Pornstar!Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, multi-part au fic cooper howard is a former actor, novice pornstar, and current wasteland escort. reader mistakes him for a bounty hunter and ends up getting far more entwined in his lifestyle than they intended in a bid to get what they need from the first 'kind' person they've met in a long time🤎

☢️ Chapter 1: A Bombshell, word count: 3.5k exposition time!! cooper's recent divorce has hit hard, personally and professionally. vault tec have made it impossible for him to find work in any movies so he's turned his talents to porn to make some money. as horrible as he thinks his day is though, his future is only going to get worse (reader shows up next chapter) request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: age gap reference, angst, oral sex, pornography

From the corner of the small, hideously decorated set, Cooper watched the skeleton crew work to clean things up after the last movie wrapped just an hour before. His skin began to crawl, a shudder rolling through his body, as he considered the fact that he hadn’t seen anyone take away dirty sheets or bring in clean ones since he arrived. 

And he was expected to fuck in these conditions. It was a living nightmare.

Trying to lighten his mood, he murmured what was supposed to be a positive sentiment.

“At least it’s not snuff. Way my luck’s going, wouldn’t that just be the cream on top of the pie.”

Cooper looked up to the ceiling, shielding his eyes from the bright studio lights which provided a familiar, albeit less high-end warmth than he was used to. He was working though, so he couldn’t complain too much. A paycheck meant he wasn’t out on the streets, the hot sun beating down on his face instead. And he had to face facts; the snap of some powerful fingers and he could be out on his ass at a moment’s notice, fired even from a gig like this. 

No prospects. Vault Tec had made sure of that not long after he’d confronted Barb. She’d gone straight to her bosses, that panel of cruelty he’d listened in on, and their retaliation, preventative measures to ensure they could continue on their journey of annihilation, had been swift and immeasurably evil. His reputation was ruined, the earth in which he’d grown and nurtured a career scorched, much like they intended to do with the rest of the world. Any upcoming opportunities, any interest that anyone held in him, gone. 

They’d been thorough, efficient. News reports, gossip between housewives, notes passed across the desk during auditions. They’d made sure he’d never work again, not in anything worth while, of course, holding his earnings hostage. And when he thought that was all they could take from him. His life, his money, his house, his wife. They had come for more. Armed Barb with the best lawyers money could hire and then offered him the worst deal. 

His silence in exchange for some brief, supervised moments with his daughter. Something about alcohol abuse, a half-truth at most, but enough to convince the judge. 

It felt cruel to him, that he was put in a position where he had to choose between Janey and the rest of humanity. A shitty thing to do to a man, that’s what he thought of it. And a shitty choice to make. And a shitty decision when he threw altruism to the side and secured the rest of humanity’s fate. He was just as complicit as they were, really, if he thought about it too hard. Which of course, he did. Each night as he struggled to sleep in his apartment. But whatever time was left, he reasoned that he might as well spend it being as happy as he could, even if that was only for one day a month when he was allowed to see Janey.

What was it? Two days ago he'd taken her to the zoo? So almost another month until he saw her again. A month of work. Blood, sweat, and tears. So much sweat.

He let his gaze fall down, taking in his body. Wrapped in a robe, nude underneath it, primed quickly by the makeup artists who seemed to only be making sure that his body hair was tidy and he wasn’t going to sweat too much during his part. Neatly trimmed pubic hair and strategically shaved nipples wouldn’t save him from that though. This was his third film, and each time his nerves, his guilt, his unrelenting shame as he drove his cock into the expert, very formal, professional cunt of whoever his co-star was, it was certain that he’d be sweating copiously only ten minutes in. 

“Coop? Hey, Coop! Howard! Keep your head in the game. Both of ‘em, heh.”

Now he was being bossed around by the lighting guy, someone whose name Cooper had forgotten already. The snorting laughter echoed in Cooper’s mind, bringing him firmly back to reality from his daydreaming. It was more mindless worrying than daydreaming, really, but it was the only reprieve he got these days, and now it seemed he couldn’t even find a moment of peace for that. 

Daydreaming suggested something positive, thoughts filled with desires or nostalgia for days gone by. But there wasn’t a single remaining vestige of his former life that he was happy to cling to, all of it tainted with soured memories and terrifying future prospects. And knowing what he knew, he still had to keep going. He had to pretend like nothing was wrong. A fake smile plastered on his face despite the mess that he was in. 

“Howard? Come on, man. Pull it together.”

The lighting guy was calling on him again, and this time he had the gall to look at Cooper with an impatient, furrowed brow. 

“You know they used to call me Mister Howard.”

“And they used to say I looked young and fresh faced, shit changes, man. You coming or what?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Keep your pants on… at least you get to.”

He knew he shouldn’t be so flippant, but his patience had worn thin over the past few months. Now that there was nothing to be charming for it was no longer second nature to him. He was rude, cold, and found he was losing himself. Deep down, there was a voice scolding him. Telling him to be thankful that when there were no more studios with their doors open to him, that he was at least able to find some places willing to hire. And while it was a lot less glamorous, he should still be grateful. 

But it was hard to feel that way when his new profession was clouded by his own insecurities.

Cooper was well aware that he wasn’t by any means experienced when it came to the world of sex. His first foray into anything of that nature was with his highschool sweetheart on prom night. An unfortunate experience that taught him nothing and ended up igniting the spark that ended that first love. Then there was Barb. He’d met her in college and they’d been together until their bitter divorce. A single one night stand between then and his current career, and that was his sexual history summed up neatly.

It always struck people as funny when they learned about his very short list of sexual conquests. He was Cooper Howard. Charming, charismatic, handsome, famous. A verified heart throb. But he was woefully unsure of what to do with that reputation, and always had been. While other stars would flirt with fans or interviewers or even directors to get a little bit more attention, Cooper was never able to offer anyone anything but a genuine and pleasant smile and maybe at a push, a mischievous wink to accompany his signature smile. He wondered how much of it had to do with the fact that he only had eyes for Barb, but even when she had pushed him to ‘play the game’ he’d still found himself unable to. 

Now, all of a sudden and based on a perception of him that was built upon years of good PR, he was thought of as some kind of casanova, and expected to act as such. He had to act like the kind of guy who charm the pants off a woman, with very little plot to back that up, and who could fuck for thirty minutes solid in front of a crew and without cumming too soon,

Interestingly, at least to Cooper, they had told him that would be the hardest part. Stamina. The suspension of orgasms. But he found it all too easy, mostly because there was never a point where he felt any kind of deeply sexual attraction to his co-stars. Much the same as his previous acting roles, he’d always viewed it as a job. It would be inappropriate to have any other feelings. The women he worked with now were beautiful, skilled, talented. But Cooper wasn’t in love with them, and he found that made it hard to coax an orgasm out of him. Luckily, that seemed to suit his new bosses pretty well. He was handsome, a known commodity, and could last a while before they worked him up to his big finale, even if they had to cut the cameras while they waited for him to get to it.

“Alright, Howard. Robe off, let’s see that cock.”

Sighing, his eyelids closing as he tried to separate himself from his actions, Cooper shrugged off the robe that covered his body, letting it slink to the floor and pool at his feet. Despite the heat, his skin still prickled as it was exposed. Nipples hardening, hairs standing on end. 

“Can we get a little enthusiasm, Coop? Like your other movies?”

Cooper muttered under his breath.

“You can get the same enthusiasm when I’m getting the same paycheck.”

“What was that, buddy?”

“I said, where do you want me?”

“Yeah… that’s what I thought. Ok, Phoebe’s gonna be on her back, that ok, doll?”

“Of course!” 

“Perfect… so, you’re gonna be here. We’re doing missionary first, then maybe we cut to some doggy style. Remember, eyes away from the camera, and make sure that whatever you’re doing we can see those genitals. They’re the real stars!”

This was his life now. His body getting first billing above his soul under whatever lewd title this was going to be given. 

“Mr Howard? I just wanted to say, I’m a huge fan. I watched your movies as a kid, you’re like, my dad’s favourite star.”

His co-star, Phoebe, if he remembered correctly, was laying on her back on the bed, waiting for him. Her big, green eyes were wide with excitement. She’d been a fan. And when she was a kid. Looking at her now, he wondered how he hadn’t noticed how young she was. Barely pushing her early twenties, fresh-faced, keen, full of hope. 

How would her dad feel about him now? Would she mention this? Talk about meeting Cooper Howard, but skirt around the exact details? Or would she brag? Maybe it was just him who had a disdain for this line of work. He certainly didn’t judge anyone else on the set. Only himself. 

“Uh… thank you, darlin’. Always nice to meet a fan.”

Phoebe giggled, a sweet sound that made his heart sink. She spread her legs wider, eyes flitting down to his cock which he was stroking slowly in a bid to get it stiff. 

“You ready to go?”

“I’m ready! Mr Howard?”

Cooper looked down in dismay, his flaccid member refusing to play along. A stubborn diva, it turned out. 

“Is… is there something wrong, Mr Howard? Is it me? I’m so sorry, you must be used to much bett-”

Cooper’s natural empathy, at least the last reserves of it, were pulled out of hibernation as Phoebe began to blush, embarrassed at what she perceived as her inability to turn him on.

“Oh, no, darlin’. This is a ‘me’ problem. You don’t worry about it at all, ok?”

He placed a hand on her bare shoulder, all lust evaporating as he comforted her, smiling back as she beamed appreciatively to him. 

“God damn it, ok, let’s get Harv in, he can do his scene with Phoebe, that ok, doll?”

“Oh for sure! I’m good to go.”

“Perfect, you’re an angel. You, Howard. We can shoot the exposition scene just now. Go to wardrobe and get your outfit.”

Oddly thankful, even though he was embarrassed at his inability to perform, Cooper headed to the small room where they held the small wardrobe for cast members. The exposition scenes were his favourite to shoot. Of course, they were poorly written, and his co-stars weren’t exactly professionally trained actors. But it at least felt like old times. Lines to memorise, a character to portray. And limited sexual encounters for him to fuck up.

Besides, it was porn, and he was the star. Which meant there was a lot more wooing. A lot more women, various actresses playing a myriad of characters, all of whom were seemingly desperate for Cooper’s cock, whatever role he happened to be playing. Once the exposition was out of the way, he had to fuck. But these scenes? He got to be enticed, which always made it a little easier on him. He might have even been looking forward to it today. A stroke to the ego, among other things. A boost to his confidence, and a little physical comfort to stave off the looming spectre of complete loneliness.

When he sifted through the rack and found his name on a plastic covered bundle, however, his brief glimpse of joy was stolen away. 

It wasn’t exactly the same, but it was close enough. The deep blue shirt, bright, golden yellow detailing. And the hat. Not identical, but anyone watching would know that he was supposed to be portraying his old self. A cowboy, the Cooper Howard people knew and loved.

On the table behind him, he rifled through the ‘scripts’ until he found the one with his name scribbled on the top. Ten lines, some room for ad-libbing. All of it cowboy themed. Pulled directly from his movies, albeit changed a little for the sake of copyright infringement. 

He couldn’t do it. 

But then he remembered Janey. How badly he’d wanted to treat her, to spoil her. And how little money he had left after alimony. And how expensive the rent was at his new apartment, which was overpriced, disgustingly decorated, and didn’t even allow pets. 

Maybe everything would be ok in the world. Maybe he’d go on living, get to see retirement, see the world flourish, the wars end. Maybe, Vault Tec and Barb would see the light, change their ways. Maybe it was all for nothing. 

So maybe he better get his shit together and start making some money, so that what was left of his future wasn’t so abysmal.

“Put on a smile and go get your cock sucked, Cooper. Not the worst day in the world, really.”

WIth a sigh of resignation, he chose to listen to his conscience, the little voice that steered him in the right direction, and put on the suit. The material was a poor quality, some cheap polyester deal, ill fitting, too baggy for his frame. And the hat was clearly something from a cheap party supply store. But as he looked in the mirror at himself, he could push away the feeling of seeing a ghost and focus on the positives. He looked almost like himself again.

“Mr Howard? They’re ready for you.”

The polite knock and the soft voice of the only runner on set came through the door, and Cooper exited, surprising the young man in the corridor.

“Oh wow.”

“What’s wrong, kid?”

“Nothing, nothing. You just… you look like you did in your movies. I’m a little bit starstruck.”

“You gave me my coffee this morning.”

The runner looked to his feet, shuffling awkwardly as he tried to explain himself.

“Yeah, but that was… now you look… y’know?”

Trying not to be impolite, Cooper pushed past him, muttering under his breath.

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

Back in what the director insisted on calling “the studio” despite it being a hastily fabricated sound stage in the middle of some tacky, shared ownership mansion in the hills, Cooper was met by a new woman who introduced herself as Veronica, before quickly telling him that everyone called her Ronnie. He smiled, clutching her hand between both of his in that confident way he used to greet fans, smiling at her as she bit her lip and smirked. It was a flirtatious look, one that gave him a bit of a boost as he subtly eyed her up and down and judged her silently.

“She definitely likes you… and she’s not too bad to look at herself. Look at you, seeing the positive side of things! Well done, Cooper. Well done.”

He made his way through the first few lines, trying his hardest to maintain a look of arousal as his co-star clumsily worked through hers, emphasis and inflections all over the place, the puns not quite hitting right the way she was delivering them. But he could forgive it all as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Well, I have to give you something for saving me from those bandits, kind sir… maybe this will be enough to repay you.”

She was adept at unbuckling his belt, repetition and muscle memory aiding her, and he could feel his erection stirring as she pulled his flaccid cock free from his pants and began to stroke it. 

“Now, ma’am… that won’t be necessary…”

Cooper’s voice trembled over his words as he took his semi-erect cock from her and began stroking it slowly himself to keep the erection building. 

“... I did what any good man would.”

“Then let me do what any good woman should.”

He cringed hard at the line, but luckily, the grimace was covered by his mouth dropping open as Ronnie took his cock in her mouth, sliding her lips over the tip with a gentle ease that made him forget momentarily how terrible his life was at that point. 

Her tongue slid over the tip, teasing over the slit and collecting his pre-cum with a satisfying moan that vibrated through him, tingling over the sensitive nerve endings. Cooper was able to sink into it, some of the muscles in his back loosening as he let himself go. Something so satisfying about the way she held him, one hand on his testicles, the other stroking his shaft as he lips puckered around his head. 

Cooper wanted to show her. Not that she was doing anything wrong, she was doing a better job than anyone else had. Ever. But he wanted to guide her, to ease her throat over his length, to breathe through her nose as he filled her mouth, to show her how he liked it. He kept himself to himself, however, putting his fingers in the belt loops of his pants so they couldn’t reach for anything before he could stop them, like the back of Ronnie’s head to down to her round, firm breasts, or even letting his fingers trail over her-

“Cut! For fuck’s sake.”

“Just as things are looking up…”

Cooper’s attention was focused on the director who sat lazily in his folding camping chair. All of him reacted to the interruption, the disruption of his genuine pleasure, finally, for the first time in who knew how long. Tense, irate. And not in the mood.

“Alright, alright… I thought this was gonna be a one take situation, but geez, Howard. If it’s not one thing, it’s the other with you! You got lines to be getting through, imbecile! How you got hired before, I’ll never know. If it wasn’t for that wife of yours, you’d-”

“Now wait just a damn minute!”

Cooper pulled away from Ronnie, his cock bouncing around as he stomped in a way that might have seemed comical to the crew if he hadn’t looked so intense, filled with complete rage as he shook a pointing finger at the director.

“I am sick of taking this from-”

Everyone was jolted into a panic as a rumble spread through the ground. One burst.

“Can’t be an earthquake…”

The runner had only just come into the room when everything in Cooper’s vision was blocked out by a bright, white light. A quick flare, like a firework, or a flashlight being turned on in a dark room. He could see it still, but smaller, and somewhere on the horizon, down in the city. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Get down.”

It was perhaps the last truly selfless thing Cooper did. The glass landed on them, some people got splintered by the small shards as they fell to the ground. But they’d avoided the worst of it. And he didn’t need to help them. These were not people he cared for. They were people who were cruel, difficult, practical strangers. People who didn’t deserve what Cooper knew was coming.

He thought of that day a lot. Of how he’d had it somewhere in him, a long, long time ago, to offer himself or his wisdom in exchange for nothing, to people who these days he’d sooner shoot in the head before spitting in their cup. 

Bitterly, he indulged himself, hoping that at least some of them were suffering a fate worse than his, if such a thing actually existed. 

“Maybe the mutants.”

There was hardly any time this evening for him to satisfy his desire for revenge with fitful fantasies, however, because he was rudely interrupted by who he expected was yet another customer tapping on his shoulder. A new client who didn’t know the rules.

No touching before payment.

So he turned to politely inform them, and make sure they didn’t forget it next time.

[jo6hny]

Guilty Pleasure - Hazel Callahan

Pairing: College student! Hazel Callahan x College student! Reader 

Contains: fluff, kissing, something more than kissing, reader and hazel being referred to as a girl, drunk sylvie, reader and hazel are in a situationship (oh no), freddy fazbear and fnaf mention

Summary: Based on this request.

Word Count: 2.18K

A/N: long time no post omg. sorry, i got caught up with work :( !! but i’ll still be writing and fulfilling requests. it'll just be very slooooow. tysm for all the support!!

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The sound of keys jingling breaks the silence of the once silent and unoccupied dorm room. 

“That was sooo fuckin’ crazy” Sylvie says. Her words are slurred as she continues to yap about the party her, Hazel, and you were previously at. After having one too many drinks, the both of you decided to let the drunk girl crash over at yours and Hazel’s shared dorm room. 

“Alright buddy, let’s get you tucked into bed.” Hazel says, letting her best friend crash on her bed on the left side of the room. The distinction between your side and hers was clear as day. No one would mistake one for the other. Hazel’s had different kinds of band posters on her wall, funko pops on her shelves, and five nights at Freddy’s plushies on her dark sheeted bed. You, on the other hand, liked keeping things clean and minimal with cream colored sheets and one rabbit plushie. 

Tension arises between the two of you once Sylvie is tucked into bed. It is here that you both realize that one of you is without a place to sleep. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind sharing with Hazel if it were any other day, but you weren’t exactly on the best of terms right now. 

The two of you had gotten into an argument at the party after Hazel wasn’t sure what to introduce you as to people she knew. She couldn’t settle between friend, roommate, or almost but not quite a girlfriend. It made you feel ashamed, if you were being honest. You didn’t want to be in this situation. Not knowing what stood between the two of you. Though, you did admit that the both of you were living in a bubble. A sweet, non committal and casual bubble. No one knows what goes on between the two of you except, well, the both of you. So a part of you understood her hesitancy when she introduced you, but a part of you also wanted her to take the reins and just shout out what she wanted you to be. 

“So…” The brunette mumbled, balancing herself between her toes and the balls of her feet. 

“It’s not like we have a choice.” You said, sighing. You’d stepped out of the way as a gesture for her to get in your bed. 

Hazel’s demeanor lightened. She must have thought that you were over the incident at the party (you were not). The brunette changes into sleepwear before making herself comfortable on your bed. She’s done this hundreds of times before so there’s no shame or second thoughts in her body as she takes up the space she believes is hers. The space that was next to you.

You do the same as her and change into something more comfortable before slipping into bed beside her. Your body betrays your soured feelings as it relaxes when your skin meets hers. It was automatic nowadays, the feeling of relief that washed over you whenever you were near Hazel. The brunette faces you and drapes her arm around you as she always does. 

“You looked really pretty tonight.” Hazel whispered, not risking waking Sylvie up. The brunette was anything but asleep and you could tell by the tone of her voice. She was gaging your reaction. 

“Just tonight?” You reply teasing her. 

A smile spreads across your lover’s dimly lit face. If it weren’t for Hazel’s night light, the room would have been pitch black. Thank god for Freddy Fazbear the night light. 

“Always.” She reassures, a dimple poking out of her cheek. Hazel looked charming under the dim lights. Her eyes sparkled and her hair ever so soft. It was no wonder that you fell for her charms. The charms which compel you to bare your heart out despite the disappointments you’ve suffered, that is. 

A visible frown forms on your face as you recall once again why you two were at odds. Hazel sees this and her eyebrows furrow in worry. She takes the arm that was draped around you and relocates her hand towards your face to caress it. 

“I’m sorry.” Hazel says apologetically. You knew that she meant it. Hazel was rarely malicious and even if she was, it was always in a teasing manner. She was the most pure hearted person you’ve ever met, which is why you felt bad about what you did next. 

“About what?” You asked, teasing. It was rare that your lover is the one apologizing, most of the time it was you. Taking on this rare opportunity, you decide to egg Hazel’s conscience further. 

“You know…” She trails off, avoiding eye contact but maintaining her hand on your cheek. Her thumb was caressing your cheek in a windshield like manner which signified that she was fidgeting. 

Fighting off a smile, you put on your best frown and puppy dog eyes. You wondered how long it would take the brunette to realize that you were joking. Most of the time, the jokes flew over her head. She had a knack of not detecting sarcasm and you found it endearing. 

“I don’t know, Hazel.” You sigh, slightly shrugging of the hand on your cheek. The blue eyed girl was visibly getting frustrated by the second. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her big blue eyes were the roundest it had ever been. 

“I’m sorry for not telling people what we are.” She admitted. You held in a gasp, you didn’t expect her to admit her fault outright. You were expecting a much whinier version of the woman beside you but right now you were faced with a visibly apologetic lover. The thought made your heart ache. 

“Hazel,” You sighed, taking the hand on your cheek with your own. “It’s okay.” 

She shakes her head in disagreement. A frown formed on her lips. She looked close to crying. 

“It’s not. I should’ve told them we were together.” She protested, squeezing your hand. 

“Are you sure?. I feel like you liked it when that sorority girl flirted with you.” Teasing, you interlock your fingers with her. No matter how guilty you felt, it was undeniably fun to tease your lover just a little bit. 

“I didn’t. I swear! I only like you.” She exclaimed, now holding both of your hands. The last part of her sentence was whispered but loud enough for you to catch on. 

A smile forms on your face and a warmth felt on your cheeks. You looked at your lover with much endearment and love.Hazel was nothing but pure. Her love for you had always shone and she’d never made you feel mad or sad or anything negative. Hazel’s was a love you’d never experienced with anyone else before. 

“I guess I only acted like that because I saw how Isabel looked at you.” Hazel said. Your heart drops at her revelation and you’re quick to dismiss her. Unbeknownst to you, Hazel was sporting a mischievous glint in her eyes. The same one she noticed that you had. She’d been able to notice whenever you were teasing nowadays. She noticed how your tone fluctuated, like it always does when you’re joking. And she noticed how you tried to stop yourself from smirking but the tips of your mouth would still turn upwards. All this she picked up because Hazel always took mental notes on you; observed you. 

“What? No-” You interjected, flailing your arms. “Isabel and I are just friends. Plus she has Josie, Haze!” 

“Are you sure? Because the hug you shared seemed a bit intimate.” She said, copying the tone you carried when you presented the same idea. She was toying with you and found it amusing how now you were the one who was panicking. 

“Hazel,” You grabbed her face gently to demand all her focus on you. “I would’ve kissed you in that sweaty house of people for everyone to see.” 

Now it was Hazel’s turn to blush. She could physically feel herself turning red, she imagined what she’d look like. Deciding to be brave and continue on flirting, Hazel encourages you further. 

“And why didn’t you?” She asked, her eyebrow raising. She looked at you with much anticipation, she wanted your lips on hers more than anything else. The desire to kiss and hold you is embedded in her person. Nothing else made her the happiest. 

“Because..I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.” You mutter, avoiding eye contact. 

“I want to. You can do it right now.” Hazel said quickly and without hesitancy. 

Smiles form from both of you which cascade into giggles. Hazel’s blue eyes turn into crescent moons as her smile reaches her eyes. You could slightly see her countenance being tinted red, signaling to you that she had been flustered with the exchange.

The laughter dies down and all there’s left is tension between the both of you.The silence between you was palpable, the tension thick. You didn’t know why you felt shy now. Too shy to steal a kiss from your lover's lips like you always did. Your hands were still on her face, gently stroking it with your thumb. You imagined that the two of you looked like a couple of rags after a wild night out and yet, Hazel looked ethereal. You reckon that her face could launch a thousand ships as Helen did. 

“You look really beautiful, Haze.” You whisper, trying to shake off the nerves that suddenly appeared. It felt like the time you two first kissed. How the air was so thick and it felt like you were suffocating. The only solution was to put your lips on hers and kiss like her being held oxygen. You remember how you fantasized about how you would finally kiss her, running through so many situations in your head to prepare you only for it to happen on a random afternoon. 

Hazel smiled, the dimple on her cheek appearing. 

“You look beautiful too.You really always do. I mean it.” 

“That’s the alcohol talking.” You retaliate. Compliments never came easy to you, especially not from someone you adored. 

“I didn’t even drink that much. I was too busy looking out for…” She trailed, her gaze landing upon the bed next to yours. 

You laugh at this, following Hazel’s gaze to see that Sylvie had her mouth open as she slept. She also somehow found one of Hazel’s plushies and was snuggling it which earned a look of disdain from her. 

“She’s gonna deform him.” She says with concern. This makes you smile wider than you already had. 

Stroking her face, you decide to kiss her. Your heart couldn’t handle it anymore and it felt like it would burst with all the love and adoration it was holding. Hazel’s lips were sweet, which told you that she drank one of those liquor the sorority sisters made that was full of candy. You made a mental note to point it out to her later. But now, you were focused on the task at hand and that was kissing Hazel so much til your head felt dizzy. 

One of your hands loosen from her face and find their way to her hair. Hazel groans at the action, putting her hands on your neck in return. After what felt like a sweet eternity of kissing, the brunette takes it further by disconnecting her lips from yours and planting it down on your neck. You whimper at the feeling of her lips on yours and grip her hair tighter. 

“Mmmh head hurts!” 

A groaning Sylvie makes the both of you jump, fully forgetting that you had another person in the room. A smile is shared between you and your lover. You’d both silently agreed that you should sleep instead of fucking in case Sylvie actually wakes up. 

Settling back into your bed, Hazel takes it upon herself to position her body on top of yours and bury her neck on your face. You could physically feel her sniffing you. 

“Are you done sniffing me or do you need a little bit more time there?” You ask, wrapping your arms around her. She laughs at your comment and lifts her head up. 

“Can’t I smell my girlfriend? Is that too much to ask?” She asks, feigning sadness in her voice. 

You raise one of your eyebrows at Hazel’s reply, taking note of what she just called you. 

“Girlfriend, huh?” 

“Yup.” She nods, giving you a smile. “Unless you don’t want to, which is totally cool.” 

You shake your head frantically, earning another laugh from your girlfriend. Hazel situates her face back onto the crook of your neck and plants a small kiss. Your heart flutters at the gesture. This was it. You were finally officially together and it happened because Sylvie was forced to sleep on her side of the bed because of poor alcoholic decisions. You had to thank her in the morning, surely. But for now, you’d tighten your hold on Hazel and relish in her body heat. 

“Goodnight, Haze.” 

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tags: @academiareid <33

[drewsbuzzcut]

Y/n Barzal’s Night Out Glam | Vogue Beauty Secrets

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic (the vogue series)

warnings: alludes to sex, mentions being naked, and I think that’s all

You step out of your large shower cavern, water still dripping from your body, and you find Mat sitting patiently on a bench you have in your large ensuite. The sound of the shower door closing has his head snapping up in your direction. He watches as you towel off and slip on your robe, mouth watering at the sight of you.

Before you can walk to the counter, he reaches out to pull you in between his legs. His hands rest peacefully on your hips. You smile at the puppy eyes he’s giving you, carding your hands through his hair to get a sigh out of him. He slowly makes his way to the ties of your robe, fiddling with the material.

“No funny business, mister,” you tut, tapping your finger on his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his last word comes out in a moan as you pull on the small strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

“I need to film the video for Vogue and you’re trouble,” you whisper.

Mat doesn’t respond, he just pulls on the ties of your robe, revealing your naked body. You smirk at the way he ogles at you. Even after carrying his 3 babies, you’re still the prettiest woman he’s ever known. He presses kisses along your stomach, nipping at the supple flesh of your boobs. He glides his nails along your side, creating goosebumps in their wake, and you have to grip his shoulders to stop yourself from falling to the ground.

You scratch the stubble on his jaw, the result of not shaving for a few days, and angle his head back so you can kiss his waiting lips. You can feel your body sinking into his touch, so much that you straddle his lap, wanting to be closer to him.

“I thought you said no funny business,” Mat says, quickly silencing your rebuttal by letting his tongue dance with yours.

Immediately pulling away, resulting in him letting out a disgruntled groan, you get up from his lap and tie your robe again.

“You’re right! I need to film this video, and you need to get the kids and yourself ready. I love you. Tonight, you can have me all you want,” you say to him.

“Yes ma’am,” he kisses the back of your neck before exiting the ensuite.

You pull out all your skincare products, plus makeup, hair tools, and perfume. You tousle your wet hair, giving it life instead of just looking flat. Two deep breaths and you turn on the camera, setting a 5 second timer before it starts recording.

“Hello lovelies. Y/n Barzal here, and I’m going to show my routine for a date night!” You talk to the camera.

“So, usually for date nights I keep my makeup simple. I use less eye makeup and focus more on my lips. However, tonight my husband and I are attending a YSL event and we’re turning it into our own little date, so my makeup will be a little more than simple.”

You grab two hair clips to pin your hair back, and go into your skincare routine.

“First, skincare. I already washed my face in the shower, so we’ll move right into my next step which is eye serum. Technically the next step would be a toner, but I don’t use one. Ever since having kids, my skin isn’t the same as it used to be when I was younger, so I feel like a toner doesn’t work well for me. I also should be using an eye cream as I’m getting older, but I just don’t feel like I need it at the moment. The eye serum does what I need it to do, which is to lighten my dark eyes. It’s the Mudmasky: vitamin-infused serum,” you say while applying the serum under your eyes.

“Next I use vaseline. I use it for my dry spots, and you might wonder why I don’t use a face oil, but vaseline just works best for me. It always has. For the most part my skin has always been fairly good. I do breakout every now and then, but it’s mostly hormonal,” you explain, reaching for your next product when you hear the ensuite door open.

“Mommy,” Nolan whispers, knowing that you are busy.

“Hi, my love. Is everything okay?”

He makes his way to you, arms lifting up so you can carry him. He’s already 4 but he’ll always be your little baby.

“Miss you,” he whispers into your neck.

“My baby, want to stay with me?” You ask, rubbing his back and smiling when he nods his head.

“Sorry for the little interruption, guys. My little man missed me. I hope you all don’t mind a guest. The next step is moisturizer! I use Saturday Skin’s carrot moisturizer,” you show the product and expertly open it and apply it while also holding Nolan.

“This is a sport. Younger me would have a panic attack at the thought of multitasking. 4 years of being a mother has trained me so well,” you laugh.

“Baby?” Mat calls for your attention.

“Yeah?”

“Is Nolan awake?”

“Hmm…” you look at Nolan who still has his face hiding in your neck and pretend you can’t feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin every time he blinks. “I don’t think so. Why don’t I wake him up?” You say out loud, beginning to tickle his sides. He starts squirming and squealing.

“Daddy! Help!” He reaches out for Mat.

Mat brings him in his arms, once again shirtless in a Vogue video. Your heart flutters at the sight of Nolan holding on tightly to his daddy, he presses a kiss to his cheek the moment he’s in his hold.

“You were cuddling with mama, little man? I wish I could cuddle with her, too,” Mat says and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Hi, Vogue!” Mat greets the camera.

“My man loves being shirtless for the camera, apparently. It’s his inner model,” you tease him, reaching your arms out for him just like Nolan did.

“Not funny when you have your hands all-“ he gets cut off by you throwing your arms around him, letting his face rest in your neck.

The camera gets a perfect shot of his hand caressing your back before falling to your ass to squeeze it.

“Give mommy kisses before we leave,” Mat instructs Nolan. Nolan just looks at you with so much love, hands holding your cheeks so he can press a small kiss to your lips.

When they leave you turn back to the camera with a content smile on your face.

“I love being a mother and a wife!” You squeal.

“Okay! Next step: face massage with my jade roller. I love this step because it’s so soothing for me. I learned about this through a makeup artist I was working with a few years ago.”

You continue to go on with the rest of your skincare, styling your hair in a quick updo. You change out of your robe, about to start your makeup when Mat comes in again. This time with Sloane and Angel in his arms.

“Sloane is hungry and I got to get the boys dressed. I tried to lay her in the crib, but she isn’t having it,” Mat says.

“Is my girl hungry? My precious baby! Mama will feed you. It’s okay, hotshot, I got her. I love you,” you respond, squeezing Sloane in your arms and squeezing Angel’s cheek.

“I love you.”

“Sorry again. When you’re a mom, family always comes first! That being said, it’s time for makeup!

I’m not using any foundation or concealer only because my skin is in a good state, and I don’t want it to suffocate. I will start with applying gel to my eyebrows; the NYX brow glue is my go to,” you say to the camera as it gets another view of you getting ready with only one hand available. You expertly carry her in one arm while that hand flexes oddly to hold her bottle to her mouth.

“I’m going to curl my lashes off camera because I just can't do it through the viewfinder,” you announce, stepping away.

Since you’re away from the camera, you take the time to finish feeding Sloane, knowing that the big pause will be edited out of the video.

“Mommy!”

“Mama!”

You smile when you hear both your boys, their loud footsteps that you can hear Mat chastising them about.

“Don’t be so loud, mama is busy,” Mat tells them.

“It’s fine! I’m taking a little break,” you assure him.

Their little bodies crash into your legs, but they’re so little it’s like getting hit with a pillow.

“Look,” Nolan says, pointing at his spiderman shirt that Angel is also wearing.

“Oh my goodness. You’re matching with AJ. I love you guys so much. You look so cute, mister,” you say, kissing his cheeks.

“Mama!” AJ yells to get your attention.

“I know, bubs. I love you, too. Come give mommy kisses.”

He waddles over, giving you the messiest kiss, but you can’t complain.

“Bev is here,” Mat lets you know.

Beverly, your best friend, is going to watch your kids for you, so you can have the rare night out with Mat.

Once you make sure everything is packed in their backpacks and give them so many kisses, you resume back in your spot in front of the camera.

You feel Mat’s hands sneak around your waist, stopping you from turning the camera on.

“Don’t start yet,” he says.

“Why?”

“I want a kiss, one that shouldn’t be on camera,” he whispers in your ear, sending chills down your spine. His lips press on your neck, nipping the sensitive skin. His hands start to fondle your boobs over your sweatshirt.

“Baby, we can’t do this. Not right now,” you mutter, turning around to press your lips to his.

“You’re killing me,” he groans.

“Your incoming beard is killing me. It’s so sexy on you.”

“I’m about to shave it right now.”

You pout up at him.

“Can I at least shave it for you?”

“Of course, pretty girl,” you blush furiously, still feeling like that girl with a high school crush.

You sit on the counter and he stands between your legs, handing you the shaver before he puts on the shaving cream. You’re so careful with your movements, not wanting to cut his pretty face. Every now and then you’ll catch each other's eyes, and he’ll let his hands fiddle with the band of your small boxer shorts.

“All done, baby,” you help clean and dry his face, tossing your arms around his neck so you can brush your lips on the freshly shaven skin.

“Thank you. Can I join you for the video?”

“Of course!”

He pulls you into his arms, your back against his-still shirtless-chest, and his head leaning on your shoulder when you return to the front of the camera.

“I’m back! Back to the scheduled program, we have mascara. I will be using the Too Faced: Better Than Sex Foreplay mascara primer and mascara. Oh, and we have a special guest! My husband, Mathew Barzal,” you speak, turning your head to connect your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Off camera, Y/n shaved my face and she’s an expert,” Mat tells the camera.

“I am an expert; I have years of experience,” you smirk.

As you’re applying your mascara you can feel his eyes on you, so you turn to see him looking at you with infatuation.

“I can watch you put makeup on, take your makeup off anytime. You’re just so mesmerizing,” he declares. Your heart flips at his remark.

“Stop, you’re making me blush! Guys, Mat is trying to make me flustered,” you say with a laugh when he starts lightly tickling you.

“Instead of eyeshadow, I’m using eyeliner and smudging it out to give a bit of a smokey eye look,” you explain and show how you do it.

“Next up is blush! I will be using Rare Beauty’s liquid blush in shade bliss.”

“I like this color,” he compliments.

“Thank you, barzy.”

“After the blush, it’s time for lipstick, the best part!”

“It’s not the best part. Once the lipstick goes on I can’t kiss her,” Mat says to the camera and you playfully glare at him.

“That’s so not true. You know that I still kiss you even after I put lipstick on,” you retort.

“Anyways, I use a NYX lip liner in espresso, and since we’re going to a YSL event I will use their candy glaze in shade 14. It’s one of my favorite lip combos.”

“I love the candy glaze. Her lips are so glossy for so long. This isn’t an ad by the way.”

You giggle at Mat’s little speech.

“See! Isn't it so pretty?” You exclaim!

Mat rests his arm over your shoulders, and you decide to give him a lipstick kiss that you apparently deprive him of. He doesn’t even see it coming, you grab his jaw and pull his face closer to yours to slot your lips with his. You can literally feel him melt into you.

“Ahem… it’s kiss proof, so even better,” you say out of breath, and Mat is just awestruck.

“I want to show you guys my outfit because I actually love it so much. Oh! This is the necklace I’m wearing tonight,” you grab the camera and show the silver heart pendant that you’ll be wearing.

“Let’s go to my closet so I can show you the dress! Hey, hotshot, you coming?” You ask Mat who’s still dazed. He snaps out of it, hurriedly catching up to you.

“Here’s a little look at my closet, maybe one day I can film a tour for you all.”

You set the camera on one of the counters in your closet, and show off your dress for the night.

“It’s simple but still has a little flair to it! I will be wearing some YSL sunglasses and heels and will top it off with their Black Opium perfume. If you can, you guys need to buy that scent, it’s amazing.”

“It does smell really good- especially on Y/n,” Mat agrees, once again making you blush.

“Thank you all for watching! I hope you find something helpful in this video. Now, I got to go, there’s a tie that needs to be tied on Mat’s neck, and a fun date night waiting for us. I love you all, bye!”

You click the camera off, turning around to throw yourself in Mat’s arms.

“I’m cold,” you whine, mouth pressed onto his jaw.

His hands gravitate to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

“Let me warm you up,” he says softly, lips already kissing your neck.

“We cannot be late tonight,” you warn him, already feeling your resolve crumbling.

“We can be fashionably late,” his lips wrap around your earlobe. You moan out and your hips start to move, your heat desperate for friction.

“We really shouldn’t,” you mutter.

“Want me to stop?”

“Hell no,” you say surely, lips colliding with his and your tongue ready to tangle with his.

a/n: The second installment of the vogue series. I hope you all enjoy!!!

[iheart-nana]

xii. melting

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CHAPTER TWELVE ─ melting.

❛ i can't find my chill, i must have lost it i don't even know, i'm talking nonsense. ❜

Choi Yumi's Perspective

I let out my very best, oscar-worthy fake cough. Why? Well, I had just seen Kim Taesung smoking outside the school during lunch break. He turned to look at me with furrowed brows. He must have thought I was a teacher because his stiffened shoulders relaxed when he saw it was me.

"Oh, it's you," he said, relieved.

"Don't be so happy," I warned.

"Why? Are you going to turn me in?" he asked curiously.

"I'm thinking about it."

He let out a short chuckle. I couldn't help but stare at him. His fluffy hair fell messily on his forehead. His eyes seemed to permanently have a mischievous glint that reminded me of the Cheshire cat. Taesung's dressing style had been constant every time I had seen him─ a bright, vibrant biker jacket over his unironed school shirt with no tie and black bead earrings.

I tore my eyes away, diverting my attention to the ice cream packet in my hand that felt cool against my skin. My grip on it had begun to loosen as the ice started melting, leaving my hands moist. 

"Are you going to share that with me?" he teased with a cheeky grin, revealing his two dimples on each cheek.

"Not with that thing in your hand, I'm not," I pointed to the cigarette.

He tossed it on the ground and extinguished it with his foot, "Now?"

"Why would I share my ice cream with someone who litters?" I said thoughtfully. I was having too much fun. His desperation to eat the ice cream was kind of cute. He picked up the cigarette from the ground and tossed it in a nearby dustbin, dusting his hands.

"How about now?"

I let out an amused laugh, shaking my head. I broke the ice cream sandwich in half and offered him a piece.

"You gave me the smaller piece," he complained.

"Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. Do you want the ice cream or not?"

Ryu Sunjae's Perspective

Bus rides home with Eunyoung had become the highlight of my days. Even on a dull Tuesday afternoon, I found myself smiling at the thought of seeing her. The rhythmic beating of my heart every time I saw her was something I had never experienced before. It made me feel vulnerable but sent a rush of joy through me at the same time.

I felt a poke on my shoulder, breaking my train of thought as I turned to see who it was. My gaze met Eunyoung's in a moment of surprise. I could feel my heart threatening to jump out of my body as my eyes were fixed on her, not wanting to look away. Her eyes became little crescent moons as she chuckled at the shock on my face.

"Hope I didn't scare you," she smiled, standing by my side, clutching her school bag, "I turned in the article today."

"About the interview?" I asked, to which she answered with a brief nod.

"The teacher seemed quite pleased," she told me, beaming with pride, "I think it turned out nice too. They're putting it in next week's paper."

"I'm looking forward to reading it," I encouraged her with a smile. Eunyoung always looked pretty no matter what she did, but something about her when she smiled set butterflies flying in my stomach.

"I found a different angle on it. People tend to praise the interviewee in these articles, but I always thought it seemed artificial. I managed to write it so it could serve a deeper purpose."

"You seem to be really passionate about writing," I observed.

"I want to pursue journalism when I grow up," she replied.

"I'm sure you'll do great."

The bus came to a halt in front of them and the doors hissed open. A few people got off, after which Eunyoung and I stepped into the air-conditioned bus. The weight of the long day seemed to lighten as we sat down beside each other.

💿

The bus hadn't moved in what felt like ages. The muffled sound of cars honking outside fell upon my ears, as I let out a sigh. There didn't seem to be a proper reason for the traffic; It was just one of those days. Eunyoung and I hadn't said anything to each other in a while. I turned to look at her, only to find that she had dozed off with her head tilting forward slightly.

I felt my eyes widen in awe of her beauty. Her hair framed her face as her features softened by her drowsiness. It felt as if she was conducting a puppet show with my heartstrings. Her head began to tilt towards the window. Without a moment of thought, I gently placed her head on my shoulder, afraid that she would get hurt. The action was so instinctive that even I was surprised. The contact sent a jolt through me as warmth crept up my cheeks. She shifted a little bit, finding a comfortable position and then became motionless again.

I couldn't stop my lips from stretching into a smile of admiration. I could look at her forever and be just as mesmerized. My attention shifted to the palm of her hand that rested on her lap. Her hand seemed so tiny despite her height. It looked so dainty that I had to fight the urge to intertwine my fingers with hers. I recalled her grip on my hand the day we ran through the rain, my heart swelling up at the thought. I held my hand next to hers, comparing them. My heart fluttered just looking at it.

Choi Eunyoung, what have you done to me? I'm acting like a lunatic and it's your fault.

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nayoung's notes: okay, i know sunjae did the hand comparing thing in the show, but it was so iconic that i had to use it. i HAD to. anyway hope u liked it!

delphi's notes: yumi coughing after she sees taesung smoking is such a mood, like i would totally do that.

[chiquititaosita]

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ brown is beautiful, Steve Harrington x latina reader (meeting)

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ post type: fic series

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ tbh i can’t believe I’m doing stranger things on this shit smh 🤦🏽‍♀️but im a sucker for this white boy. (And many more on my account on this app) please forgive me for my anime mutuals.

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ context: headcanons for Steve with a Latina s/o (female reader) takes place during and/or after season 4. HINTS OF INTERNALIZED RACISM (because we need to be aware of this shit) a little bit of angst, to fluff. Hispanic humor and slang en español, food descriptions, car terms

it’s another shift at family video. There steve is on the counter with his chocolate brown hair, fair skin wearing his vest and a black tshirt, a little silver or gold chain that was small but it was hidden a little bit under his shirt. Steve will be tired, exhausted, Annoyed. Done Just absolutely given up. because he wouldn’t know on what to do, trying to get over Nancy. literally robin is sick and tired of this shit. “You dingus, you realize why you haven’t been able to get over her right?” Robin crossed her arms wearing a black sweater with her eyes rolled up. And looking at her cell phone, it’s from her home girl y/n l/n name appeared to call.

“What do you mean?” Steve was already on the counter restocking some DVDs in the front, where the movie sale of La Bamba was being in stock almost selling out, since Keith wanted them to sell out soon.

“You go for only one type. Steve.” Steve listened carefully and had those two words “one type” replay in his mind that got him all dumb and stupid. Yes Steve in high school was a ladies man. Yet however all the girls noticed him going for the white girls. Thats when not many poc girls thought it was a joke for him to ask any girl who was poc. Steves widened and was at agape. Covering his mouth. Realizing that he’s been a huge douche bag to girls that are poc. Especially the Hispanics. “Hold that thought.” Robin was on the phone Answering to you.

“Hey home girl I’m coming by, i got your order ready.” You spoke with a smile on your face driving in a 1978 Chevy impala, modded to your liking, with hydraulics, and a v8 engine. Wearing a white tank top cropped, black zip up jacket, your hair all natural curls coming through, Nike Cortezes in white, big hoop earrings, black dickies pants, dark brown lip liner with a red lip mac lipstick on Russian red, just like the iconic Selena Quintanilla. Blasting some Spanish music of your choice.

“Oh great! Now you get to meet the suavecito i told you about.” Robin smiled through the phone, and Steve could hear you cackle, doing a bit of a loud laugh hearing some girl speak Spanish since his best friend put the girl on speaker.

“No mames Chingona!!! En serio? Eres un flaquito? Or what? Also pues, im five minutes away” Y/n was speaking Spanish. Robin was actually fluent in Spanish, surprisingly, when she had to order some food for breakfast, for the kids.

“Ah okay, claro see you chica” robin hung up and sighed. Chuckling lightly watching Steves moments of processing.

“what’s up with you?”robin looked over

“I just had an ephiphany….” Steve was walking to the register leaning against the counter facepalming, making that face of oh shit i fucked up.

“That is?” Steve was about to answer robins questions “well basically it’s that-“ until some loud music apparently the song te aprovechas was blasting outside. Parked into a near parking spot. Then not even a few seconds later, y/n was walking in with a beautiful smile that had lightened up the room immediately.

“Hola Chingona!!!” Y/n kicked the door open of the store walking to Robin giving a side hug, a little bit.

“Y/n wow you weren’t kidding that you’d be quick let me get these.” Robin smiled at her as she grabbed the box of pan dulce, and some carne asada tacos, brought that immediately smelled amazing with lettuce cheese ground beef, sour cream, cilantro, tomatoes, and grilled onions. “Aye no mama no I got you let me.” Y/n looked so happy and cheerful and gave in finally seeing the la bamba movie in stock!

“No mames! Cabrona! Yall have la bamba! Bro i love this movie!!!” She chuckled and smiled, picking it up, and putting it at the check out. Steve had what he originally was gonna say in the back of his head, then hearing that laugh of yours made him jolt and look at you every now and then.

“She maybe a challenge…, i think I can win her over.’

“Ahh so you’re suavecito! Eh!? You weren’t kidding Robin he el pelon es muy guapo.” Y/n giggled a bit as she was a sweetheart but a tóxica in disguise. “uhh yeah whatever that means but that yeah that’s me!” steve replied sheepishly as he’s trying to keep his composure well. “i’ll see you around, Steve!”

you say walking out and robin comes back looking at him. “okay you were saying about this epiphany.”

steve looked at robin, who steve has clearly rarely ever seen a latina before in hawkins. looking at her. “i think i might like latinas.” he’s got him in a look of smitten on his face. turns out he’ll won’t be the one thinking of you or in this case being steve dreaming of you.

[tinyangryeddie]

One line any fic! Rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @glorious-spoon and I am a Reddie slut through and through so that's what y'all are getting (with one or two exceptions)! I picked slightly at random as far as fics, so I hope you enjoy!

Some of these are vaguely NSFW, so be awareeeeee!

now let me at the truth (IT: Richie/Eddie)

“The man stabbed you first, so sounds to me like you did good there,” her hands shake but her voice is steady and light. “And Rich’ll be back. He wouldn’t leave us.” She nods, as if trying to convince herself, too. 

“You’d know, you’re his best friend,” Eddie says, hissing at the shock of pain as Bev applies the cream. Bev scoffs and lightens her touch.

“You’re kidding, right?” She gets the needle ready and takes a breath, all with a smile. Eddie thinks perhaps he abandoned his signature anger too soon. 

“Hmm?” he asks, the pain of speaking getting to be too much. Bev puts her hands up, a passive warning that the needle is coming. Eddie closes his eyes. 

“You’re Richie’s best friend, Eddie,” she says, sticking the needle into the skin of his cheek. Tears sting at the corner of Eddie’s eyes and he grips the bedspread tightly. “You don’t see the way he looks at you?”

2. High On You (IT: Richie/Eddie)

“We can take it down a notch, if you need. Want you to live the stoned night of your dreams, Eds.” 

Eddie snorts, climbing onto the bed, lube in hand. 

“Oh, don’t think you’re getting out of it that easy, Tozier.” He pours some on his hands, afraid the thick feel of Richie’s fingers could set him off. 

“Your idea of easy almost killed me. You just put a plug in me after eating me out for an eternity. I’m still not sure how I haven’t blacked out.” 

3. the night we met (take me back) (IT: Richie/Eddie)

“Y’okay, bud?” he says, and Eddie blinks once, giving his head a shake. Richie feels gradual breathing stretch out Eddie’s lungs, ribs expanding under his hand. 

“Yeah, just,” Eddie clears his throat, gesturing to the room where all the Losers are meandering about, “overwhelming at first. When we’re all together.” Richie nods, patting gently at his back. 

“Indeed, my good sir, these fellows are a lot—”

“Please don’t do the British one.”

“—but they’re some of the finest— ow!” Richie stops, hissing in pain when Eddie smacks his knee, hard.

“Stop it,” Eddie says, eyeing him. “Don’t pretend like you’re not also freaking out.” Richie fidgets in his seat. 

4. Suddenly You're Mine (IT: Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

The way Bill listens when Mike talks is so intent it’s like a warm hand holding tight around his heart. All Mike can offer back is a comforting hand on Bill’s shoulder while he talks right back. 

“I never stuck around in any place long enough to make friends,” Bill says, fidgeting fingers around a cooling cup of tea. Mike palms at his knee, bony and bare, peeking out from the blanket covering the both of them in bed. “Developed the stutter when we moved to Germany. It still pops up sometimes, even though my parents spent a fortune on speech therapy.” 

Mike shrugs. “I think it’s kinda cute.” 

“Oh my god.” Bill sprawls onto his back. It feels like an invitation, so Mike crawls over him. 

5. Lumber Jack Me Off (IT: Eddie/Richie)

He smooths fingers through the hair Richie’s arms and his face and it gets in Eddie’s mouth when they slide their tongues together and when they break apart to breath he reaches up to pull at the gorgeous gathering of it on Richie’s chest. It’s overwhelming and fucking sexy. 

Richie is a good kisser, but when his hands drag a path down Eddie’s own t-shirt to arrive at his belt, Eddie freezes. 

“I don’t have to,” Richie says, kindly, and that makes Eddie want it even more. Who the fuck is he? Is this what Bev meant when she said he might surprise himself? Because this is definitely surprising. 

Eddie nods. 

6. your beauty must be rubbing off (IT: Richie/Eddie/Ben)

"Can I throw something out there?” he asks. Ben and Eddie both grunt encouragingly. “Could we- could we make sure this doesn’t, like, fuck anything up?” 

Eddie hand quickly finds his other thigh. 

“Of course not, Richie,” Eddie says. Ben hums.

“Yeah, man, we’ll always be friends. And if it gets too weird, or if it starts too weird, we can always stop.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, fiercely. Richie kind of wants to cry. Classic mood-killer. He breathes through it and focuses on the feel of warm palms holding at his legs.

7. The One With the Prom Video (IT: Richie/Eddie)

“I don’t have a ticket, dad,” young Richie says. Went blows air through his teeth.

“Eddie’s got two tickets, who cares who uses them? He paid for them, right?” 

Maggie laughs from behind the camera. “Always the opportunist.” 

Everyone back in Bev and Ben’s living room are silently glancing around, clearly confused, but not wanting to alert Richie in the box. Eddie feels frozen. The young version of himself, if he remembers correctly, is still rocking back and forth in that chair, totally clueless that the boy he’s crushed on for, realistically, and unknowingly, years, is actually thinking about white-horsing it in a dusty old suit and saving the night.

8. Can't We Just Talk? (IT Miniseries: Richie/Eddie)

“That was much more pleasant than you made it out to be,” Eddie tells him as they climb into the car, and Richie stops to stare at the roof of his convertible.

“Damn that last glass of wine or I’d have us feeling the wind in our hair the whole way home.”

Eddie groans. “I can’t decide if that would be lovely or completely disastrous.” 

“Ah, my favorite spot: the gray area,” Richie snorts, nixing it to swing back into the car alongside Eddie. “But unless you’ve got a whole can of something in that gorgeous mop, it’d probably tend toward the latter.” He reaches out to tousle the hair in question, and it gives easily. Eddie does, too, swaying with the touch. 

9. Whipping It Out (IT: Richie/Eddie)

“Listen, Eddie,” Richie says, sitting up in his seat, “I’m really sorry I… I threw that on you, man. We can wait til we get back to your place to talk. I just didn’t expect the waterfall of dick pics, alright?”

“I’m into you too,” Eddie says, matter-of-factly. “I was going to tell you on this trip.” He looks down at the crumpled picture of his cock shoved between his seat and the console. “I didn’t plan the waterfall.”

Richie starts to smile, and Eddie wants to touch him so badly his fingers twitch.

“If this is your seduction technique, you should really try better quality pictures,” Richie says, twisting a picture to the side and squinting.

Eddie scoffs. “It worked.”

10. Praise For the Morning (Our Flag Means Death: Edward Teach | Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet)

Stede breaks off to strip them both of their clothes, his fingers nimble and quick, skilled and spreading apart fabric like he’s on a mission. Ed is breathless in the face of it, letting himself be led and liking it. He’s already hard before he’s fully naked, and then Stede is toppling them both onto the couch, the luxurious glide of their skin breaking a moan from each of them.

“You’re amazing,” Stede growls into his neck, kissing, biting, writhing their hips together until he beckons another shaking whine from Ed. He insinuates himself fully between Ed’s legs, and Ed takes the opportunity to wrap his legs around Stede’s middle, feeling like a blushing maiden but hardly caring. Stede’s kisses are all-encompassing. Stede’s touch is blisteringly hot. Fingers and thumbs and palms slide and push and press and they rock, pricks dripping onto their stomachs until Stede jolts up and fists both of them in his hand. “So hard,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t know he’s saying it.

I'm tagging anyone who wants to do it, and @tthael, @tinyarmedtrex, @stitchyarts, @pineapplecrushface and @skeilig!!

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Some of my favorite beauty creators are also my favorite musicians.

Where do I start? I know!

Hayley Williams, our favorite, angelic voice of Paramore, is also the co-creator (w/ her longtime mua/hs & bff, Brian O’Connor) of the hair dye company, Good Dye Young. GDY has one of the best lightening kits I’ve ever used. And the color options? Omg. They have every fun color you could imagine. And if they don’t have it, you can create it yourself with a little color theory. Not only are the colors vibrant and beautiful, they fade graciously and smell amazing!

Gwen Stefani, my personal all-time (since elementary school days) fashion icon, recently started up her own beauty line. When I first found out about Gxve, I practically burst into confetti & cartwheels. When the brand launched, I grabbed the I’m Still Here liquid lipstick in Gwen’s iconic red shade. Delicious scent and long lasting wear, which we double love. I later grabbed the Xtra Sauce vinyl liquid lip, which became an instant favorite. The shine, the feel, and the long lasting wear is incredible.

Halsey, our other favorite angelic voice, not only blesses us with their music, poetry, and art, but they have given us not one, but two amazing beauty lines! About Face Beauty was the first baby they gave us. I have an obsession with finding the longest lasting liquid lipstick, and Halsey has given us just that with AF’s paint-it matte liquid lip color & the coordinating matte fix lip pencil. I’ve eaten plenty a cheeseburger and haven’t had to touch up immediately after. We all know that’s impressive af. I’ve tried just about every product and the entire line is a win. If you wanna pinch a penny or two, their second baby, af94, is just for you. I am obsessed with the scribble sticks. The feel & color are fantastic. I could talk about these lines forever. I’ll hype these babies up for days.

When I first purchased a jar of Keys Soulcare Skin Transformation skin cream, I had zero idea the company was Alicia Keys’s. I didn’t figure that out until I ran out and needed more (it’s my favorite face cream). It was a pretty delightful surprise. Each product has its own affirmation printed on the jar, for you to repeat to yourself while doing your skincare routine. I’ve tried the comfort balm as well as the face cleanser. Everything I’ve tried, I’ve loved. I can’t wait to see what other products Keys Soulcare has in store for us.

Ariana Grande has r.e.m. beauty. I have read so amazing things about the brand, that I just finally got around to trying it. I recently purchased the concealer, which I must say is very creamy with great coverage. A little definitely goes a long way. There’s plenty of other products to try. I have my eye in the lip stain next.

No list is complete without Rihanna & Fenty Beauty. Rihanna’s second calling in life is 100% the beauty world. Her line gets so much well-deserved hype. I needed a new skin tint and picked up the Blurring Skin Tint. It’s hands down the nicest tint I’ve ever used. I love how it feels on my skin and that it blends perfectly. Another great item I’ve gotten recently is the color customizing match stix cheek/lip tint. The formula reacts to your natural ph balance and leaves the prettiest pink tint behind. And if you need an amazing highlight, grab yourself some Fenty. Rihanna never fails.

I am so happy for all of these artists and their creations. As a music and beauty fanatic, I get a thrill out of those worlds colliding. I will forever be anticipating the next amazing drop from all of these rock stars!

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How to make whitening cream for business?

Even though being outside in the sun feels good, it can be very bad for your face. Even though skin cancer is a big health concern, the sun can also make your skin darker or give you dark spots. Best of all, you probably already have everything you need to make one in your home. If your skin is oily, try making a simple skin whitening cream with lemons. If your skin is dry, try nuts.

You can't stress enough how important it is to take care of your face. It's the biggest organ in the body and the first line of defense against sickness and infection. So, if you see spots, dark spots, or other problems with the color of your skin, you should do what you can to stop further damage. The good news is that you can fix many color issues on your own. This piece will talk about eight things you can do at home to lighten your skin and get rid of any dark spots or spots that don't look good.

Whiten the Skin with Citrus Extracts

Lemon juice and orange peels can be used to naturally lighten the face. They have a lot of vitamin C, which is important for making the collagen fibers for face whitening creams that keep your skin tight and help it stay strong. When put on the skin, vitamin C has been shown to slow down melanocytes that are working too fast. These are the cells in the lower layers of the skin that make melanin, which makes the skin "tan" or get darker.

Kojic Acid

kojic acid is a white, crystalline powder that comes from a fungus in Asia. It has been used in Japan for a long time as a natural alternative to hydroquinone and is very good at lightening dark spots on the face. The American Academy of Dermatologists says that clinical tests have shown that kojic acid can lessen hyperpigmentation. It works by stopping tyrosinase, the protein that makes melanin, from doing its job. It also works as an antioxidant and is good for skin that has been hurt by the sun or is sensitive.

Licorice Extract

In Chinese medicine, the juice made from the roots of the licorice plant has been used for a long time to treat all kinds of skin problems. In the early 1990s, Japanese scientists found the compound glabridin in licorice. This compound blocks UVA and UVB rays and makes the skin whiter and brighter.

A clinical study that was released in the Journal of Agricultural and Food Chemistry showed that glabridin could block the enzyme tyrosinase, which makes melanin, by up to 50% without hurting skin cells. Licorice extract is good for treating post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation, which includes dark spots. It can use to reverse the damage that cause by acne scars, and it has anti-inflammatory qualities that help soothe the skin and reduce redness.

Extract of Bearberry

This part of the plant comes from the leaves instead of the fruit. Bearberry, also called bear grape, is an astringent that uses in many beauty products. It includes Alpha arbutin, which is known to lighten the skin quickly.

It shows that arbutin can reduce freckles, dark spots, and other skin problems. A study done by the drug company Pentapharm found that 1% Alpha arbutin had a "skin-lightening effect" that was even better than the same dose of hydroquinone.

Bearberry extract is also helpful because it includes filters that protect against the sun. These filters may help reduce the amount of "tanning" after being in the sun, which can slow or even reverse signs of aging on the skin.

The Gooseberry (Phyllanthus Emblica).

The extract from this plant is full of Vitamin C and has antimicrobial and antioxidant qualities. Emblica extract keeps the skin from getting damaged by the sun and helps remove discoloration.

Researchers have found that Emblica protects the skin from oxidative stress, reduces wrinkles, controls the production of melanin, and helps the skin keep its natural wetness.

The Gigawhite

Gigawhite is a brightener for the face that has a patent and works well to treat dark spots and melasma. It comes from seven Swiss mountain plants that grow in an organic way. These plants include peppermint, common mallow, and primula (cowslip).

Extract the White Mulberry

The white mulberry tree (Morus alba) is from China and has been found to be good for your health in many ways. It can also help whiten the face and protect against heart disease, high cholesterol, and diabetes.

Vitamin B3 (Niacinamide)

Niacinamide, another name for vitamin B3, stops the production of melanin, a pigment. When added to face creams, it also works well to lighten the skin. When put on the skin, vitamin B helps it keep water. Water makes it feel softer and smoother and reduces fine lines.

Most things you can buy online will have a full list of the ingredients to take a quick look at it before you buy. The ingredients you choose will, of course, rely on what you want to happen.

Then after making, the most important thing is that how to pack your cream? so I suggested you to use customize boxes for cream which play an important role in protecting as well as promoting your product.

So, There are a lot of man-made chemicals in the face brightening creams that you can buy. Even though they are made with approved formulas. They still have many stabilizers and chemicals we don't want. So, in this post, we'll look at some ideas you can use to make your own skin-brightening cream at home.

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Say Goodbye to Melasma: Guide to Laser Treatment Options at Skin Care Clinics in Bhopal

Melasma, often known as the "mask of pregnancy" due to its frequent appearance in pregnant women, is a common skin condition characterised by dark, blotchy patches, usually on the face. For many, melasma can feel like an unsolvable mystery—one that creams, scrubs, and even makeup often fail to cover up. But don't throw in the towel just yet! If you're in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, you’ve got some excellent options for effective melasma laser treatment. Let’s take a closer look at what these laser treatments can offer and what you should expect.

Why Laser Treatments for Melasma?

Before jumping into treatment options, it’s important to understand why laser treatments are effective for melasma. Unlike traditional creams or topical treatments, which only penetrate the outer layers of the skin, lasers target melanin directly in the deeper layers. Melanin is the pigment responsible for the dark spots that characterise melasma. With the right laser treatment, those dark areas can gradually lighten, giving your skin a more even tone.

Types of Laser Treatments Available:

If you’re considering laser options at a skin care clinic in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, it’s helpful to know what’s available. Clinics in Bhopal offer a range of options suited to different skin types and treatment goals. Here are a few of the most popular:

1. Q-Switched Laser:

One of the most widely used laser options for melasma, the Q-Switched laser, works by delivering short, intense pulses of energy to break down pigmentation. These bursts of energy target the melanin in the skin without damaging surrounding tissue, which is ideal for melasma’s sensitive nature. Since this laser is highly effective on pigmentation, it’s a common choice at many skin care clinics in Bhopal. However, multiple sessions may be required for the best results.

2. Fractional Laser:

Fractional laser treatments offer another approach, creating microscopic "columns" in the skin to stimulate natural healing. This method isn’t just effective for melasma—it’s also great for improving skin texture, minimising pores, and reducing the appearance of fine lines. Because fractional lasers encourage the skin’s healing process, they can be a fantastic option for those seeking an all-in-one solution to their skin concerns.

3. Pico Laser:

A relatively newer technology, the Pico laser, is gaining popularity for melasma treatment. Unlike some lasers, Pico lasers deliver ultra-short bursts of energy, breaking down pigment with minimal heat and reduced risk of damage. This approach is particularly appealing for people with sensitive skin or darker complexions, who may be more prone to post-inflammatory pigmentation. If you’re at a skin care clinic in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, ask if they offer Pico laser for melasma—it’s one of the gentlest yet effective laser treatments out there.

What to Expect During and After Treatment?

So, what’s it like to go through a melasma laser treatment? During the session, you might feel mild discomfort or a slight prickling sensation, but most people find it manageable. Some clinics apply numbing cream to make the process more comfortable. After the session, your skin might feel a bit sensitive or look slightly red, but don’t worry—this usually fades within a few hours to a couple of days.

It’s also essential to follow any aftercare instructions your clinic provides. Protecting your skin from the sun is crucial, as UV exposure can worsen melasma. Make sure to wear sunscreen, avoid harsh skincare products, and follow up with the clinic if you have any questions or concerns.

Choosing the Right Clinic in Bhopal:

Not all clinics are created equal, so how do you choose the best one? Look for a skin care clinic in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, that has experienced professionals, modern equipment, and a good reputation. Reading reviews or asking for recommendations can also help. The right clinic will evaluate your skin, discuss your options, and guide you through a treatment plan customised to your needs.

Conclusion:

Melasma doesn’t have to be a lifelong battle. With the right melasma laser treatment at a reputable skin care clinic in Bhopal, you can reduce dark spots and enjoy a clearer, more even complexion. From Q-Switched to Pico lasers, the options are diverse, and there’s likely one that suits your skin type and goals perfectly. So, if melasma’s been keeping you down, take the first step towards brighter skin—you’re in good hands in Bhopal!

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Where to Buy Tri Luma Cream Online for Effective Hyperpigmentation Treatment

Tri Luma Cream is a highly effective topical solution prescribed to treat melasma and other forms of hyperpigmentation. This unique formulation combines three powerful ingredients that work together to lighten dark spots, reduce inflammation, and promote even skin tone. If you’re dealing with stubborn dark blotches or an uneven complexion, Tri Luma Cream could be the answer to your skincare needs. This article covers what Tri Luma Cream is, its benefits, and, most importantly, where to buy Tri Luma Cream online safely and conveniently.

What is Tri Luma Cream?

Tri Luma Cream is a dermatological treatment primarily used to manage melasma, a skin condition characterized by dark patches and discoloration on the face, often triggered by sun exposure, hormonal changes, or genetics. What sets Tri Luma Cream apart is its unique combination of three active ingredients:

Hydroquinone (4%) – This powerful skin-lightening agent works to decrease pigmentation by inhibiting melanin production, helping lighten the appearance of dark spots.

Tretinoin (0.05%) – Known as a potent derivative of vitamin A, tretinoin promotes cell turnover, helping remove damaged, discolored skin cells and encouraging the growth of new, even-toned skin.

Fluocinolone acetonide (0.01%) – A mild corticosteroid, fluocinolone acetonide reduces inflammation, redness, and irritation that often accompany other treatments, allowing for a gentler application experience.

These three components work synergistically to provide fast and lasting results, especially when used consistently and as prescribed by a healthcare provider. For those struggling with melasma or persistent dark spots, Tri Luma Cream offers an effective option that minimizes skin damage and promotes a more even, radiant complexion.

Benefits of Using Tri Luma Cream

Tri Luma Cream has gained popularity not only because of its efficacy but also because it targets multiple skin concerns simultaneously. Below are the main benefits of using Tri Luma Cream:

Targets melasma effectively: Melasma is a notoriously difficult skin condition to treat, especially when it is triggered by factors like sun exposure or hormonal fluctuations. Tri Luma’s multi-ingredient approach addresses both the pigmentation and inflammation that often make melasma persist.

Reduces appearance of dark spots: Hydroquinone works as a skin-lightening agent that gradually fades dark spots by inhibiting melanin, providing a lighter and more even complexion over time.

Promotes skin cell turnover: Tretinoin accelerates the skin’s renewal process, which helps remove older, discolored skin cells and encourages fresher, more evenly toned skin.

Gentle yet potent formula: Despite the strength of its ingredients, Tri Luma Cream is formulated with a mild corticosteroid to counteract irritation, making it suitable for sensitive skin types when used as directed.

The effectiveness of Tri Luma Cream depends on its proper and consistent application, which typically involves using a thin layer of the cream once daily at night, as directed by a healthcare provider. For best results, it's essential to follow your doctor’s guidance on application, avoid excessive sun exposure, and always wear sunscreen during the day to prevent further pigmentation issues.

Tri Luma Cream Buy Online: Where and How

If you’re wondering where to buy Tri Luma Cream online, the good news is that several reputable online pharmacies and stores make this treatment available to customers who have a prescription. Purchasing online offers convenience and ease, especially for those with a busy lifestyle or limited access to in-person pharmacies.

When you search for “Tri Luma Cream Buy Online,” you’ll notice multiple platforms claiming to offer the product. However, it’s essential to ensure that you are purchasing from a legitimate and licensed pharmacy to avoid counterfeit products or expired items that could harm your skin.

Here are a few tips for buying Tri Luma Cream safely online:

Verify the pharmacy’s credentials: Make sure the online pharmacy is licensed and regulated by appropriate health authorities. Look for certifications or seals of approval on the website, as these are indicators of legitimacy.

Check prescription requirements: Since Tri Luma Cream contains potent active ingredients, it’s generally available by prescription only. If an online pharmacy doesn’t ask for a prescription, it could be a red flag indicating a potentially unsafe or counterfeit product.

Read customer reviews: Reviews and testimonials from other customers can provide valuable insights into the reliability of the platform and the authenticity of its products. Look for feedback that confirms timely delivery, responsive customer service, and the quality of the product.

Compare prices cautiously: While it’s natural to look for the best price, be cautious of deals that seem too good to be true. Tri Luma Cream is a specialized skincare product, so extremely low prices may indicate counterfeit items. Look for fair pricing that aligns with typical costs for prescription skincare treatments.

Buying Tri Luma Cream online also gives you access to various resources to educate yourself on the product, its uses, and how it has worked for others. Many websites include information on how to apply the cream, side effects, and additional skincare tips, which can be beneficial for users looking to optimize their treatment experience.

Taking Care of Your Skin While Using Tri Luma Cream

While Tri Luma Cream is effective, it requires consistent and careful use for the best results. Users must follow some key precautions to avoid adverse effects and maximize benefits:

Apply only at night: Since the cream increases sensitivity to sunlight, it should be applied in the evening or at night, allowing the active ingredients to work overnight without interference from UV exposure.

Always use sunscreen: One of the most critical steps in managing melasma is sun protection. A broad-spectrum SPF 30 or higher sunscreen should be applied daily to protect against further pigmentation.

Avoid other harsh skincare products: When using Tri Luma, avoid products with abrasive ingredients like scrubs, alcohol, or other strong acne medications, as they may exacerbate irritation.

Follow your doctor’s instructions: Since Tri Luma Cream is a prescription treatment, always follow your healthcare provider’s directions for use, duration, and any adjustments based on your skin’s response.

Tri Luma Cream is a trusted and highly effective treatment for melasma and dark spots, combining hydroquinone, tretinoin, and fluocinolone acetonide for a targeted approach to pigmentation. When looking for where to buy Tri Luma Cream online, it’s essential to prioritize safety, checking for a reputable and licensed pharmacy that requires a prescription and offers customer support. Following these guidelines will help you obtain genuine Tri Luma Cream, allowing you to start your journey toward a brighter, more even complexion with confidence.

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Best Melasma Pigmentation Treatments In Delhi

Melasma is a skin disorder that causes dark skin patches in areas most exposed to the sun, especially the face. In as much as melasma is not dangerous in any way, it is very displeasing to the eye and the morale since it discolours the skin and makes it look sallow and uneven. Fortunately, several best Melasma Pigmentation Treatments In Delhi can treat these dark patches and give back a natural-looking radiant skin. At SkinQure, many treatments are practised to ensure that melasma is treated and cured using modern approaches and procedures.

What Causes Melasma?

Melasma appears because of excessive production of melanocytes, the pigments which are responsible for the colour of the skin. Various factors can trigger or worsen this condition:

Sun Exposure: This is caused by ultraviolet radiation which provokes melanocyte to proliferate in order to form dark patches on the skin.

Hormonal Changes: Melasma may be caused by pregnancy, birth control pills, or hormone therapy because these things cause the hormones to fluctuate.

Genetics: Melasma is likely to occur in people who have had a history of this disease in their families.

Medications and Stress: Some treatments including antibiotics have been found to cause melasma. However, stress can be mentioned as one of the factors which aggravate the given condition.

Melasma in general is characterized as brown or grey coloured and is most commonly located on the forehead, cheeks, nose and upper lip regions. It is a skin condition that is known to cut across the sex divide; however, women especially those of color are most susceptible to developing it.

Top Melasma Pigmentation Treatments in 2024

Melasma is often difficult to treat, but several clinical treatments now available offer good options. Melasma Pigmentation is a service we offer at SkinQure to treat pigmentation issues and achieve a glowing skin in Delhi.

Laser Treatments

Melasma can be best treated using laser therapy.

Q-switched Nd

Lasers selectively damage and destroy the extra melanin while sparing the rest of the skin.

The sessions take a few days to complete with improvements being seen after each session.

This laser treatment is effective for all first-degree and second-degree dark skin colours.

Chemical Peels

Chemical peels are useful to reduce the outer layer of the skin by encouraging new skin cell formation.

Peels involving glycolic acid or salicylic acid eliminate dead skin cells and gradually cause pigment changes.

They also give the skin a better feeling and also fade away fine wrinkles and other skin discoloration.

Topical Depigmenting Creams

Depigmenting creams are often used as a first-line treatment for melasma.

Active ingredients like hydroquinone, kojic acid, and azelaic acid help reduce melanin production and lighten dark patches.

These creams are generally used under a dermatologist's supervision to avoid overuse and skin irritation.

Sun Protection

Sun exposure can worsen melasma, so proper sun protection is essential.

Using a sunscreen with SPF 50+ daily prevents further pigmentation.

Wearing sunglasses and wide-brimmed hats can provide additional protection.

Even on cloudy days or indoors, sunscreen should be applied as UV rays can penetrate glass windows.

Why Choose SkinQure for Melasma Treatment?

Here, at SkinQure, we offer specifically customized Melasma Pigmentation Treatments In Delhi. Expert dermatologists employed here utilize laser technologies, skin chemical peel solutions, topical therapies, and other solutions to provide clear and enduring results. We have been an expert treating melasma for years and know the trick of avoiding new outbreaks.

Comprehensive Consultation: We assess your skin type and the severity of melasma to create a customized treatment plan.

State-of-the-Art Technology: We use the latest lasers and clinical-grade peels for optimal results.

Experienced Dermatologists: Our team of skilled professionals ensures safe and effective treatment with minimal downtime.

Begin Your Journey to Radiant Skin with SkinQure

Melasma doesn’t have to be a lifelong concern. With the right care and advanced treatments, you can restore your skin’s natural glow and even tone. If you’re struggling with melasma, don’t wait. Visit SkinQure today, a trusted destination for Melasma Pigmentation Treatments In Delhi, and let us help you achieve flawless, glowing skin!

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How to Get Rid of Dark Spots on Face? Causes & Treatment

Dark spots on the face, also known as hyperpigmentation, are a common skin concern that many people experience at some point in their lives. These spots can range in color from light brown to dark, and their appearance can be frustrating as they affect the overall tone and texture of the skin. Understanding the causes of dark spots and knowing the right Best Skin treatments can help you manage and reduce them effectively. In this article, we will discuss the common causes of dark spots and explore various treatments to help you get rid of them.

What Causes Dark Spots on the Face?

Dark spots on the skin occur when the body produces excess melanin, the pigment responsible for skin color. Several factors can trigger the overproduction of melanin, leading to the formation of these spots. The most common causes of dark spots on the face include:

Sun Exposure One of the most significant contributors to dark spots is prolonged exposure to the sun. Ultraviolet (UV) rays from the sun can damage the skin, triggering the production of melanin as a natural defense mechanism to protect the skin from further damage. Over time, this can result in uneven pigmentation and the formation of sunspots, commonly referred to as age spots or liver spots.

Hormonal Changes Hormonal fluctuations, especially during pregnancy or while taking birth control pills, can lead to a condition called melasma. This condition causes dark, brown patches to appear on the forehead, cheeks, upper lip, and chin. Melasma is often triggered by hormonal changes and is more common in women.

Post-Inflammatory Hyperpigmentation (PIH) PIH occurs after an injury, irritation, or inflammation of the skin, such as acne, eczema, or a cut. When the skin heals, it can leave behind dark spots or marks, especially if the inflammation was severe. This condition is particularly common in people with darker skin tones.

Acne Scars Acne, especially cystic acne, can leave behind dark spots after the pimples have healed. These marks are a result of inflammation in the skin during the healing process, which can trigger melanin production. Acne scars may take time to fade, but they can be treated effectively with the right skincare routine.

Age and Genetics As we age, our skin becomes less able to repair itself, leading to the development of dark spots. Additionally, genetics play a role in how your skin responds to sun exposure and other environmental factors. Some people are more prone to developing dark spots than others based on their genetic makeup.

How to Get Rid of Dark Spots on the Face: Effective Treatments

While dark spots can be persistent, there are several treatments and home remedies that can help lighten or eliminate them over time. Here are some of the most effective treatments:

Use Sunscreen Regularly One of the most important steps in preventing and treating dark spots is to protect your skin from further sun damage. Sunscreen with at least SPF 30 should be applied every day, even on cloudy days. Sunscreen helps prevent existing spots from darkening and prevents new ones from forming.

Topical Treatments Several active ingredients can help reduce dark spots and even out skin tone. Some of the most effective ingredients include:

Vitamin C: A powerful antioxidant, vitamin C helps to lighten dark spots by inhibiting melanin production and promoting collagen formation. Look for serums or creams that contain stabilized vitamin C or ascorbic acid for the best results.

Retinoids: Retinoids, such as retinol and tretinoin, accelerate skin cell turnover, which helps to fade dark spots and improve the overall texture of your skin. They are also effective in treating acne scars. However, retinoids can be irritating, so it’s important to start with a lower concentration and gradually increase.

Niacinamide: This ingredient, also known as vitamin B3, helps to reduce melanin production and fade dark spots. Niacinamide is gentle and can be used by most skin types without causing irritation.

Alpha Hydroxy Acids (AHAs) and Beta Hydroxy Acids (BHAs): AHAs, such as glycolic acid, and BHAs like salicylic acid exfoliate the skin’s surface, removing dead skin cells and encouraging the growth of new, healthy skin. This can help fade dark spots over time.

Chemical Peels Chemical peels are professional treatments performed by dermatologists or licensed estheticians that use exfoliating acids to remove the outer layers of the skin. This process can help fade dark spots and improve the overall texture of the skin. Depending on the severity of your dark spots, you may need a series of peels to achieve the desired results.

Laser Treatments Laser treatments, such as fractional lasers or intense pulsed light (IPL), can target and break down the melanin in dark spots. This option is more invasive and requires a consultation with a dermatologist to determine if it’s right for you. While effective, laser treatments may come with some downtime and potential side effects, so it's important to discuss risks and benefits with a specialist.

Home Remedies Some people prefer natural remedies to treat dark spots. While these options are less potent than professional treatments, they can still offer improvement when used consistently. Some popular home remedies include:

Lemon Juice: Known for its natural bleaching properties, lemon juice can help lighten dark spots. However, it should be used cautiously, as it can cause skin irritation, especially in people with sensitive skin.

Aloe Vera: Aloe vera is known for its soothing properties and can help reduce pigmentation by promoting skin healing.

Turmeric: This natural anti-inflammatory can lighten dark spots when applied topically. It is commonly used in many skincare routines, particularly in traditional remedies.

Prevention and Maintenance

Once you have successfully treated dark spots, maintaining a consistent skincare routine is essential to prevent new ones from forming. Always wear sunscreen, moisturize regularly, and avoid picking at or squeezing blemishes to prevent further skin damage. Patience is key, as it may take several weeks or even months for dark spots to fade completely.

Conclusion

Dark spots on the face can be a challenging concern, but with the right understanding of their causes and the appropriate treatments, you can significantly improve your skin’s appearance. Whether through sunscreens, topical treatments, or professional interventions, it’s possible to reduce or even eliminate these spots over time. Always remember to be patient and consistent with your skincare routine, and consider consulting with a dermatologist for personalized recommendations. You need to Consult a Ikigai Wellness dermatologist at a clinic near you without delay!

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Smooth And Flawless Skin Possible — Skin Whitening

Are you worried about your uneven skin tone or stubborn hyperpigmentation? Has this been causing you stress and leaving you feeling self-conscious? Don’t fret! There is a perfect solution that aligns with your needs. Skin Whitening Treatment In Baner offers a variety of options that are here to save the day. Say goodbye to those pesky blemishes and hello to a more radiant you! Read this guide; Smooth And Flawless Skin Possible — Skin Whitening, which is packed with all the information you need to know about the many advantages these methods serve. Discover how you can achieve that flawless complexion you’ve been dreaming of. Don’t let skin concerns hold you back any longer! Embrace your beauty and gain the confidence you deserve. Dive into our guide now and unlock the secrets to a brighter, more even skin tone.

How Is The Skin Lightened?

There are various cosmetic techniques that are specifically designed to enhance overall skin texture and complexion in the safest way possible. These include; chemical peels, topical creams, and laser therapy. Individuals are most likely to choose from these techniques that suit their skin type and preference.

How Does This Approach Work?

The goal of these minimally invasive and brightening treatments is twofold. Removing dead skin cells and spots, helps to achieve a lighter and enhanced tone. Secondly, it is best known for focusing on areas of concern such as scars, acne, sun damage, and signs of ageing as well as birthmarks. These options work in different ways by either exfoliating, cleansing, or red light therapy, however, the overall aim is to help candidates be satisfied with brighter and more effective results.

What Happens During The Procedure?

This is an outpatient treatment that takes place inside a doctor’s office. Here is a step-by-step guide to help you gain knowledge on the process:

To begin with, you will have a detailed discussion with a dermatologist on your skin goals, concerns, any current allergies, and medical history.

Based on your needs and skin type, the professional will recommend the most suitable option to you.

Before your appointment, you will be asked to stop using specific skin care products or medications that may affect the outcome of the therapy.

If you have chosen chemical peels, a solution with certain chemicals will be applied to exfoliate and later remove the outer layer. This reduces pigmentation and allows a new and enhanced layer to appear.

In a Laser method, melanin is thoroughly removed which is responsible for discoloration. This brightens dark spots, freckles, or similar concerns found in the skin, improving overall texture.

When considering topical creams, keep in mind that these gradually lighten the skin over time as they contain hydroquinone, kojic acid, or retinoids. These inhibit the production of melanin and gradually lighten the skin over time.

Depending on the chosen method, there may be a need to opt for multiple sessions to obtain maintained and long-lasting results.

You will be asked to show up for follow-up appointments and diligently follow skincare routines as well as avoid sun exposure.

What Are The Benefits In Store For You?

We gathered a variety of advantages Skin Whitening In Dubai has to offer. These are:

You will get rid of all your skin concerns such as the appearance of dark spots, scars, sun damage areas, or other kinds of hyperpigmentation.

An overall enhancement of skin tone and texture will be achieved. These less invasive options lead to a smooth and younger-looking appearance.

You will gain a clean and smoother-looking base which will help boost your self-esteem and confidence.

As many people avoid social interactions when facing skin concerns, after getting an overall skin transformation candidates will be able to reconnect confidently with others.

A drastic change in your skin will leave a positive impact on your mental health.

It reverses the effects of any damage caused by sun exposure, such as sunspots and uneven skin tone caused by prolonged sun exposure.

Individuals with specific skin conditions, such as melasma or post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation, will experience a vast improvement on their face.

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