#serum-for-open-pores

[brown0207]

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KEEP YOUR DRY SKIN MOISTURIZED WITH DERMATOLOGICALLY TESTED SKINCARE PRODUCTS THIS WINTER SEASON!

During the winter season, dipping temperatures tend to make the air dry and rob your skin of its

natural oils. This makes your skin dry, flaky, and dull. Fortunately, you can manage your dry

skin condition with a proper skincare routine, which includes using skincare products that suit

your skin.

[yrluvjane]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You’re literally making that up."

"Am not. My skin has needs, love."

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

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

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

"It’s the exact same bottle, Sirius."

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

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

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

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

"Sirius—!"

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

"Since when?"

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

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

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

And damn him—you did.

[killerplink]

You, slapping a pink cat ear headband on Roy: "Stay still. You're about to be the baddest bitch in this entire zip code, baby."

Roy: "I'm already the baddest bitch. This is just bonus content, pretty thing."

You, putting a clay mask on his nose: "You are so lucky you're cute. Your pores are a fucking battlefield."

Roy, poking at your boobs through your shirt like a menace: "You know what else is a battlefield, trouble? Me tryin' not to motorboat your tits while I'm wearin' this pink ass headband."

You, patting a cold serum into his cheeks gently: "Hydration is important, and this will do just that, baby."

Roy, eyes fluttering shut: "Ohhh my fuckin' God."

You: "Why did that sound like a moan."

Roy, whispering: "That thing is cold and your hands are soft. What can I say?"

You, deadpan: "Roy, this is a Korean skincare product, not your dick."

Roy, without opening his eyes: "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

You, grabbing the tweezers: "Okay. Time for the eyebrow cleanup."

Roy, eyes snapping open: "Time for what."

You: "I told you this was part of the package. You said yes."

Roy: "I was promised tit access. I didn't know I was sellin' my damn soul."

You: "You get to squeeze my boobs after. Ten plucks. Final offer."

Roy, groaning like you just sentenced him to death: "Make it quick. And kiss me after so I don't cry."

Ten minutes later

Roy, laying across your lap, mask on, tits in his hands, grinning like a slut: "This is the best Tuesday night I've ever had."

You, plucking one last stray hair from his eyebrows: "You're such a slutty little self care princess, but God, I love you."

Roy, sighing satisfied: "Put that on a shirt, I'll wear it."

[syrma-sensei]

→ Skincare.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader.

Summary: You decide to give your tough boyfriend some soft skincare.

Rating: Flufffff.

Word Count: 1.04k

Warnings/Tags: None, domestic fluff.

A/N: I'm planning on making my Dean taglist. Hit a comment if you want to be added. Enjoy!

No, absolutely not.

He glares at the tray of jars, tubes, and bottles you lined up on the nightstand then back at you.

I'm not a painted whore. Fake me was.

“Relax, it's not the same as putting on make-up,” You say as if you just read his goddamn mind. “This is so different. It's just skincare, makes your skin healthy and glowing!”

Dean Winchester isn't exactly the “self-care” type. His idea of skincare was splashing cold water on his face after a hunt and calling it a day. “Demons, ghosts, skinwalkers—I can handle. But cucumber-scented goop? No thanks.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes and stepping between his knees, cupping his stubbly cheeks with your hands. “But, baby… your skin deserves some treatment. You don't even have to lift a finger. Your head in my lap, and relax, okay?”

He tries to ward off the smile threatening to curl his lips. Aren't you a sweet thing? Taking care of your boyfriend. He'd be lying if it didn't appeal to him. He glimpses at the products again, pursing his lips together. He always wonders what kind of stuff you spend an hour putting on your face in the morning when you wake up, and at night before you retire to bed.

Whenever you return to the bunker from a hunt, you take a shower and spend good time on this stuff. Well, one thing he can say is… they smell good. He can tell.

He sighs through his nose, glancing from you to the tray again. "All right, fine. But if I end up smellin’ like a damn fruit salad, you owe me pie."

You grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Deal. Now, lay back, tough guy."

Dean does as told, his head resting in your lap with a grumble. His eyes follow your movements as you unscrew the first jar. "What's that?"

"Cleanser. Gotta get rid of all the dirt, oil, and whatever monster guts you’ve been collecting on your skin."

He smirks. "Sounds sexy when you say it like that."

You roll your eyes but smile as you massage the cool cleanser into his skin. His eyelids droop almost immediately. "See? Not so bad, huh?"

He hums in response, the tension in his jaw easing under your fingertips. You move with gentle precision, running a warm cloth over his face to wipe away the cleanser.

"Okay, next up: toner."

Dean’s eyes crack open. "Sounds like something you’d put in a printer."

"It tightens your pores, smartass." You tap his nose with the cotton pad before swiping it across his skin.

He groans when the cool sensation hits. "Mmm. Feels nice, actually."

"Thought you'd say that."

“Y’know if Sammy walks in and sees this crap on my face, I’m never hearing the end of it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely taking pictures for blackmail.”

As you continue with the serums and moisturizer, Dean gradually slips into that calm, content state he rarely lets himself indulge in. When you reach for the last step—eye cream—he peeks at you again.

"What’s that one for?"

"Dark circles. Gotta keep you looking young and fresh."

"Sweetheart, I hunt monsters for a livin’ minus the money. The only way I’ll look fresh is if you dunk me in holy water and pray for a miracle."

You snort, dabbing the cream around his eyes with your pinky. "Well, you're still the most handsome guy I've ever laid eyes on. Crow's feet and all."

Dean huffs out a laugh. "Flatterer."

Once you’re done, you sit back to admire your work. His face is clean, glowing, and—though he’d never admit it—soft as hell. You lean down, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"All done. How do you feel?"

Dean sits up, rubbing his hands over his face with a thoughtful frown. "Weird… but nice." He stretches his neck and catches his reflection in the motel mirror. His eyes widen slightly. "Damn. Look at me. I got the skin of a freakin’ K-pop star."

You burst into laughter, collapsing against his chest as he pulls you in with a smirk. His lips brush against your ear as he murmurs, "Okay, okay… maybe this skincare thing ain’t so bad. Long as I get the lap pillow every time."

"Every time," you promise, already planning the next session.

And later that night, when you cuddle into his chest and breathe in the faint scent of citrus and cedarwood lingering on his skin, Dean Winchester decides self-care might not be such a pain in the ass after all.

Dean’s sprawled on the couch in the bunker’s library, half-asleep, when Sam walks in with a thick book in hand. Sam pauses mid-step, does a double-take, and slowly lowers the book.

"Dean…what the hell is on your face?"

Dean cracks one eye open. "What’re you talkin’ about?"

Sam points at the faint, greenish tint around Dean’s nose and cheeks. "That. You’ve got...something. Is that a face mask?"

Dean bolts upright and swipes at his face, groaning. "Son of a—she said it was clear!"

From the hallway, you peek around the corner, stifling laughter. "I said it dries clear, babe. It needs, like, five more minutes."

Sam stares at Dean. "You're sitting here…with a face mask…in the middle of the day?"

Dean runs a hand down his face, smearing the clay further. "It's a detox mask, okay? Clears out toxins."

Sam blinks, deadpan. "Right. Detox. From all the…demon goo?"

Dean glares at him. "Laugh it up, Sammy. My skin’s gonna look ten years younger. You’ll still look like you slept in a ditch."

Sam can't even respond. He just whips out his phone and snaps a picture.

"Delete that," Dean growls.

"No chance," Sam says, walking away with a grin.

Dean flops back down with a groan, rubbing his face again.

"Stop touching it!" you scold, walking over with a damp washcloth. "You're ruining my hard work."

Dean mutters something about hunters not needing spa days but obediently lets you wipe his face clean.

And later that evening, when Sam shows Dean the edited photo with the words "Self-Care Queen" in pink cursive across the bottom, Dean vows to never trust you—or clay masks—again.

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[sturniphone]

── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ matt does bunny's skincare even when she's a little bossy ❜

The bathroom is warm with steam, fog curling over the mirror as if even the glass wants to look away and give you both this moment. Soft golden candlelight pools on marble countertops, flickering shadows painting the tile like watercolour. You sit with your legs tucked beneath you on the velvet-cushioned stool, wrapped in one of Matt's old hoodies—faded navy with cracked white lettering. It swallows you, brushing your thighs as you shift between his spread knees, yawning so big your eyes water.

Matt, your impossibly handsome, serious boyfriend older and a CEO; his glasses are always slightly askew watches you like you're the centre of some sleepy universe. He leans forward and kisses the crown of your head.

❝C'mere, bunny,❞ he says, tapping his lap. You giggle and scoot closer, practically crawling into the space between his thighs. Your legs dangle, socked feet swaying, toes painted pale pink.

❝Okay, first the toner. The green one, not the blue. That one stings,❞ you whisper, voice syrupy with sleep. He hums and squints at the bottle, mumbling, ❝Jesus, these labels are microscopic. I'm too old for this.❞

You giggle again, tilting your head to let him dab it on. ❝You're not old. You're vintage.❞ He grins at that. ❝Oh, so I'm collectible now?❞ ❝Mhm. And very expensive.❞ He swipes the pad across your cheeks, and you lean into it like a kitten, sighing deeply, eyes barely open. ❝Mmm... Feels nice. It's cold.❞

❝Cold's good. Closes the pores, remember?❞ You nod solemnly. ❝'Kay. You're so good at this, baby. Like a real spa man.❞ He laughs, warm and soft. ❝A real spa man, huh? That's a new title. CEO by day, spa man by night.❞ He moves onto serum, tapping it in carefully. You mumble your instructions against his shirt.

❝Tap it in. Not rub. Like little bounces. Pat-pat-pat.❞ He follows your sleepy commands without complaint, his big fingers surprisingly gentle for someone who spends all day signing contracts and typing at a keyboard.

❝Bossy little thing when you're tired, huh?❞ ❝'M not bossy. I'm... helpful.❞ That makes him chuckle, kissing your nose. ❝Sure you are, sweetheart.❞ When he gets to the moisturiser, you start giggling uncontrollably.

❝What's so funny?❞ ❝You look like you're defusing a bomb. So serious.❞ He leans in, a smile tugging softly at his lips. ❝That's because you're precious cargo. One wrong move and you melt.❞ He smooths cream along your jaw and kisses your chin. ❝All done, sleepyhead.❞

You blink up at him, lips parted. ❝Wait, wait, lips. Lip balm. Gotta do that part. Can't skip. It's the best.❞ He sighs dramatically. ❝How could I forget the best part?❞ He applies it with his thumb, slowly, then taps your mouth. ❝Press together, bunny.❞ You do, then lean up to peck his lips. ❝Taste test.❞

He chuckles and pulls you into his lap completely. You melt against him, nose tucked under his chin, your whole body soft and pliant. ❝You’re trouble, you know that?❞ he whispers against your hairline, brushing it back with a hand that’s all calluses and love. ❝Sweet, sleepy, bunny trouble.❞

You hum. ❝Yeah, but I’m yours.❞ He rocks you gently in his arms like you're the most delicate treasure, and you drift, heartbeat thudding against his chest. This isn’t just skincare. It’s giggles, whispered orders, forehead kisses and sleepy pouts. It’s Matt loving you in the quietest, gentlest ways he knows how.

This is sugar. This is soft. This is home. And tomorrow night, when your eyes are heavy and the serum's cold, he’ll do it all over again. Because you're his. And because he likes taking care of his little bunny more than anything in the world.

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[isasweetie]

prissy popping rafe’s pimples😋

this is so sick and i hate this. ummm anyway tw pimple popping under the cut! 😊

“rafeee, shut up, don’t let the face mask crack,” you whine from his lap as you apply the rest of the black charcoal paste onto his face. “not allowed to talk for the next ten minutes, ‘kay?”

rafe rolls his eyes, but stays quiet. he’s not sure why he agreed to let you give him a facial. (although truthfully, he thought a facial was when someone cummed on another persons face; so maybe that’s why he agreed).

“okay, so this masque is gonna like— exfoliate your face, ‘n then while your pores are open, all your pimples are gonna come out.” you explain. his eyebrows furrow. “hey! don’t move your face, the masque is cracking.” you scold once more.

for the next ten minutes, he sits on the bed and scrolls on his phone as you’re busy lining up the next products. he’d let you play aesthetician for the night, frankly because it was cute to see you so excited to take care of him. and he couldn’t deny that the way your gentle hands massged in his face was extremely relaxing.

you come back once the mask is dry, perching yourself back on his lap. he sets down his phone to focus back on the ‘experience’ you’re trying to give him. you take a damp cloth to wipe off the mask and see his rejuvinated skin.

he lets out a relaxed sigh as you put a fragrant toner on his face, rubbing it on his cheekbones gently. then you follow up with a serum, using a jade roller to get that into his pores.

he’s relaxed by now, warmed up to the idea of his girl taking care of him. until he feels a sharp sting on his forehead, near his hairline. “ow!” he grunts, opening his eyes with confusion and furrowed eyebrows. “the fuck was that?”

“you had a pimple,” you explain gently as if it’s nothing, getting a yellow star patch from what looks like a sticker sheet.

“i had a— holy shit, baby, you pop it or something?” he’s obviously so confused. “that’s fuckin’ gross.”

“oh my god, relax. as if you haven’t spat in my mouth before. this is no different,” you sigh, putting the patch on the popped pimple. “it’ll be healed by morning, anyway,”

“uh, me spitting in your mouth is sexy, this isn’t,” he corrects.

“mhm. well how about after we’re done, you can show me?” you smile innocently up at him, even after the insinuation. “consider it my formal apology,”

“silly girl,” is all he murmurs under his breath, before you go to massage moisturizer on him, so he can forget all his concerns.

[padmesweetheart]

Skincare Bootcamp: The Hayden Christensen Experience

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Younger Wife!Reader

Genre: Comedy, Domestic Fluff, Love and Glow-ups

Word Count: ~3,100

Summary: he’s throwing you a weekend spa retreat in your own house. There are printed schedules. There are robes. There is a rogue duck slipper. You never knew you needed this but you are LIVING.

Ps. His nuts are on fully display again

You woke up to the smell of eucalyptus and a sticky note stuck to your forehead.

That was the first sign.

You peeled it off groggily and blinked at the handwritten all-caps message:

“BOOTCAMP BEGINS AT 9AM. STRETCH. HYDRATE. NO CHEATING.”

Signed: Your Glow-Up General

You rolled over in bed and found that Hayden was… not there. Suspicious. Rare. Usually, he was the one still snoring into your shoulder.

Then, another post-it fell from your nightstand drawer as you opened it:

“We begin with warm lemon water. You’re behind already.”

PS: No coffee until after lymphatic drainage.

You burst out laughing.

There was only one explanation for this:

Skincare Hayden was back and he had taken over your weekend.

You shuffled out of bed and down the hallway, wrapped in your robe and yawning and that’s when you saw it.

The living room spa.

He had transformed your cozy den into a luxury bootcamp paradise.

There were:

• Folded towels arranged into swans. SWANS.

• A wooden tray with cut-up cucumbers floating in ice water.

• A schedule printed and laminated with full itinerary blocks titled “Glow Goals,” “Pore War II,” and “Mask Meditation Hour.”

• An exfoliation station labeled with a SHARPIE-DRAWN SIGN that said “SCRUB 4 YOUR LIFE.”

And then—

There he was.

Hayden Christensen, 44 years old, heartthrob, former Sith Lord and current DIY spa daddy wearing a plush white robe, your quacking duck slippers, and a fuzzy gray headband with little bear ears on it.

He held a clipboard.

There was sheet music playing softly in the background.

He looked deadly serious.

You blinked. “…Hi?”

He turned slowly. “You’re late for Bootcamp.”

You squinted at him. “Is that spa pan flute music playing?”

“Spa Pan Flute Volume 3,” he corrected. “The Deluxe Edition.”

You snorted. “What is this?”

Hayden strode toward you like a man on a mission, clipboard in hand. “This is a full skincare weekend. You’ve been working nonstop, we both needed a break, and frankly—” he tapped the itinerary— “we’re overdue for some exfoliation. I saw your T-zone, baby. It’s crying out.”

You laughed so hard you nearly spilled your cucumber water. “You made a schedule?”

“You better believe it,” he said proudly. “There’s a 2PM ‘serum layering challenge’ and a couples’ face yoga seminar I’ve been researching all week.”

“You researched this?”

“I watched a ten-part YouTube series called The Glow Within. I’ve taken notes.”

You were speechless. Mostly because he looked so earnest.

He handed you your own robe—a fresh, fluffy one with a nametag stuck to the chest that read Private Glowy—and gently guided you toward the “refreshment station.”

As you sipped cucumber water (which he insisted was “infused with intention”), Hayden walked you through the plan like he was briefing you for battle.

“We’ll start with warm compresses, then double-cleanse with the La Roche-Po-Say—” He paused, squinting. “La… Roach… Pussay?”

You doubled over, laughing.

“No! La Roche-Posay!” you corrected through your wheezing.

He nodded gravely. “Right. French for ‘fancy, expensive water goo.’”

He picked up the bottle and studied it again.

“I still don’t think I want roach pussy on my face.”

You choked.

“ROCHE, HAYDEN! ROCHE!”

He made a face. “Too close. I don’t like it. I’m calling it the French Goo.”

You gave up. “Fine. French Goo it is.”

The rest of the day was absolute chaos—and you loved every second.

He guided you through:

• A synchronized serum slapping contest.

• Matching green clay masks.

• A DIY foot soak station made with Epsom salts and “spiritual clarity” (aka, peppermint oil and Hayden whispering affirmations over the tub).

• Sheet masks that made you both look like creepy ghosts but he still kissed your nose through his like it was nothing.

At one point, you found him standing in the bathroom mirror, adjusting his bear headband and murmuring, “If I don’t moisturize within 12 seconds of washing, what am I even doing?”

Later, during your scheduled “Relaxation Hour,” you came back from changing clothes and found him mid-face massage… completely spread-eagled on the couch, cucumber slices over his eyes, a gentle flute solo playing from his phone speaker—and one duck slipper falling off his foot.

You tilted your head. “You know I can see your nuts and all, right?”

He froze.

Then peeked one eye open. “What?”

You nodded solemnly. “They are out. Fully out.”

He shifted under the robe. “Oh. That’s… unfortunate.”

“You’re just—on display.”

“I’m exfoliating.”

“You’re exfoliating and flashing the neighborhood.”

“I’m vulnerable right now.”

You crawled into the couch beside him and kissed his cheek. “And very, very soft.”

He wrapped an arm around you, tucking you under the robe with him. “I just want you to feel good. About yourself. About us. About your skin. And your feet. And everything else.”

You smiled into his neck. “I already do. But this? This is top-tier husband material.”

“You say that now, but wait until ‘Glowlympics’ tomorrow. I made a trivia game about your pores.”

“You made a what—”

DAY TWO involved:

• A “blindfolded cleanser identification” game.

• A “serum relay” where Hayden slipped and nearly took out your DIY exfoliation bar.

• A round of spa trivia that he cheated on and still lost.

But the best part?

It was just being with him. Laughing with him. Watching him take something as small as your skincare routine and turning it into an act of pure love.

Because that’s who he was.

Hayden Christensen, 43, your glow-up general, the man who wore duck slippers and bear headbands and planned full weekends of pampering—not for himself, but for you.

So that you’d always remember: you were loved. Completely. Loudly. Softly.

And maybe just a little exfoliated.

@skyguytoast @dessxoxsworld @endairachristensen26 @bxbyysstuff @inlovewithallmusic

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Vil x Reader -- Body Swap Pt 1

Summary: You and Vil swap bodies near the beginning of VDC.

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Character Arcs

Author's Note: Merry Christmas. There's more to come. This is what I have so far. It's great. Buckle up and good luck. I'm not going to give you any other context. You're welcome

Tags: @solxamber @marsinrain

You open your eyes to a dark room. You feel strangely alert. There’s no grogginess or desire to stay in bed. It’s unnatural. What time is it? You fumble around the nightstand, searching for your phone.

You click it on. It blinds you for a moment and you squint. 4:01 am, it reads. It’s not your lock screen though. The background is a dark purple with a familiar dripping red apple in the center. It’s framed in swirling gold. It’s a variation of the Pomefiore crest. This has to be Vil’s. Who else would have this lock screen? But why is it in your room? Did he leave it when he checked everyone’s rooms? It seems unlikely given his personality. Either way, you need to give it back. He’ll wake up in a frenzy if you don’t do it now. You’d rather deal with a half asleep and grumbly Vil than an awake and frantic one. 

You sit up and place your feet on the floor. There’s a pair of plush and cozy slippers underneath your feet… You don’t have luxurious slippers. You furrow your brow. Something’s off. 

Nonetheless, you slip on the comfy shoes and shuffle to the light switch. You flick it on. 

The first thing you notice is the mirror. Vil’s reflection stares back at you. You raise your eyebrows. It copies you. You glance at your body. You’re wearing the dorm leader’s expensive silk pajamas. You pinch yourself and wince in pain. This is real. You’ve somehow swapped bodies with the Queen of Pomefiore. You have to solve this.

You spin around on your heels and stride out the door. Your slippers pad down the hall. You knock on a specific door and wait. It doesn’t take long for the occupant to answer.

“Roi de Poison?” Rook questions, his voice still rough from sleep.

“Let me in,” you command.

The vice leader steps aside as you to brush past. He turns on the light, closing the door. 

“You know I’m not Vil,” you state, turning around. 

“Oui,” he confirms, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. 

“It’s [Y/N],” you answer.

Rook raises an eyebrow. 

“Your gait is the same, Trickster,” the hunter tells you with a nod. 

“I’m not surprised you know,” you comment, “Do you know what’s going on?” 

“Non, I’m just as baffled as you are. I’ve never heard of a magicless person and mage swapping bodies,” Rook replies, before looking curious. “Did you come to me because you want to get this sorted before Beautiful Vil wakes up?”

“You’re sharp as ever, Rook,” you confirm, “Yes, he’ll flip his lid once he finds out. I would like to prevent that.”

“I agree, Trickster. It’s for the best. I assume you have a plan,” the hunter replies. 

“Of course, we break down Crowley’s door and demand answers,” you tell him. 

Rook laughs, “Such an aggressive tactic from our lovely Trickster! I’m most honored to see such a beautiful and unique side to you. I will do all I can to help.” 

“Including my hair,” you add. 

Rook lights up. “I’m glad you’ve already thought of that, Trickster. I was going to offer my assistance.” 

“As long as I have a reference photo, I can recreate Vil’s makeup. I’m well-versed in skincare, so that shouldn’t be a problem. That being said, do you have any recommendations on what toner and serum to use for Vil’s skin today?” 

You lean in to let the hunter get a better look. Rook’s eyes widen before he breaks into a delighted grin. 

“Trickster has amazing foresight!” he praises, before examining Vil’s skin. “I would suggest the Shrinking Toner to reduce pore size and the Luminous Serum to brighten the skin.” 

“Perfect. Thank you. Get ready and come to Vil’s room to help me,” you instruct before leaving. 

“Oui!” Rook agrees with enthusiasm. 

You shake your head with a smile, striding down the hall in Vil’s comfy slippers.

——————

“Bang on his door,” you instruct. 

“Oui! Trickster’s suggestions are straight to the point and no-nonsense. It’s so different from how you usually behave. It’s magnifique,” he compliments. 

“Yes, yes, hurry up. We don’t have all day,” you urge.

You wait before the thudding of footsteps is heard. The bird man opens the door with ruffled feathers. He’s wearing dark indigo flannel pajama bottoms and a ratty white t-shirt with black crows and feathers.

“What is all this racket? It’s 4:45 in the morning. Couldn’t this have waited?” Crowley scolds, before pausing to register who’s in front of him. “Mr. Schoenheit and Mr. Hunt, what are you doing here?”

“It’s [Y/N]. Vil and I have somehow switched bodies. I want answers before he wakes up in hysterics. It would be in your best interest to let us in,” you demand.

Crowley is stunned but steps back. You sweep past him with regal elegance. Crowley raises an eyebrow at your demeanor. Rook slips in, standing beside you. The headmaster closes the door and puts a hand to his chin. 

“A mage fueling a magical phenomenon for themselves and a magicless person isn’t unheard of. The caster has to be extremely powerful, but Mr. Schoenheit fits the bill,” he muses.

You stay quiet as Crowley thinks.

“The only thing I can think of is wish magic. Do you have a strong wish?” He asks.

“Yes, I wanted to perform on stage in front of an audience,” you reply.

The headmaster nods before consulting Rook, “Mr. Hunt, you know Mr. Schoenheit well. Is there anything he desires more than anything else?” 

“Oui, Roi de Poison wishes to break out of his role as a villain,” he answers. 

“Everything fits the requirements for this phenomenon to occur,” Crowley murmurs before speaking up with a clap. “I know what happened!

“Sometimes when two people close by have an intense wish that can be solved with one solution, the ambient magic grants them an opportunity to obtain both wishes. Once both wishes are fulfilled, the magic will revert to normal,” he explains.

You’re silent, before turning to Rook. 

“My wish won’t be fulfilled until VDC ends. I want to perform on stage, so I’ll be filling in for Vil,” you inform.

There’s a flash of deep concern before he covers it with a familiar encouraging smile.

“I have no doubt you’ll be able to fill in for Beautiful Vil! I will support you in every way I can. As the resident Vil expert, I can help coach you,” Rook offers with an elegant bow.

You cut his movements off. 

“I’m Roi de Poison for now. I expect to be addressed as such. I won’t tolerate a slip of the tongue. I suggest you start practicing in private. I’m sure you know what will happen if you don’t,” you punctuate with an icy voice. 

Rook jolts with wide eyes. His hands fly up into a surrendering pose. 

“Oui, Roi de Poison, I will heed your command,” he complies. 

“Good, I expect nothing less from my vice leader,” you state, before addressing Crowley. “That’s the most helpful you’ve been since I’ve arrived here. I suggest you get your act together before your negligence is exposed. If people learn of my living conditions, my fans will riot.” 

Crowley looks at you, gobsmacked. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times. 

“Are–are you threatening me?” He stutters.

You narrow your eyes. 

“The only thing I’m threatening you to do is your job. If you don’t want your reputation to go down the drain, I suggest renovating Ramshackle Dorm. I’ll even be gracious,” you say, emphasizing his signature word. “I’ll give my portion of the VDC reward to fund the operation.”

The headmaster stares at you in shock. Your eyes sweep the older man’s form, evaluating him.

“You also have… questionable tastes. As a sponsor, I will be consulted before the designs are finalized. It’s nonnegotiable. Thank you for your assistance, headmaster. Rook, we’re leaving,” you command, before sweeping out of the room.

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You lower yourself to the ground, dismounting the broom. You prop it against the wall.

“Trickster, you’re a natural! You fly and handle your magic like Beautiful Vil. It’s elegant and powerful. It’s a beautiful flurry of flowers in a windstorm,” Rook compares. 

You raise an eyebrow before stating, “Thank you, but I’m more concerned about passing as Vil.”

“Oui! You’ll fool everyone!” Rook reassures.

You drop your Vil act and answer with a smile.

“I’ll fool everyone except for you. You’re too observant,” you correct, sitting next to him. “Thanks for helping out. I wouldn’t be nearly as good if you didn’t correct my walk and give me pointers to handle this body’s magic.” 

“Of course, Trickster. You’re a wonderful and talented person to work with,” he answers. 

“You are too,” you return with a smile.

The two of you fall into comfortable silence. Your eyes slip close and allow yourself to breathe. It’s been hectic these last three hours. You finally have time to process. Your breath slows, as you slip into a meditative state. It’s something you picked up a few years ago. When you meditate, you’re less reactive and more grounded. When you finish, you hear an ear-piercing shriek. 

“That’s our cue,” you comment, standing up. 

“Oui!” Rook agrees, following your lead.

A herd of elephants thunders down the upstairs hallway. There’s a muffled shout. 

“Don’t yell in my ear, henchman!” Grim yells.

A door slams open.

“What’s wrong?! Are you hurt?!” Deuce cries.

You and the vice leader arrive at the foot of the stairs.

“I expect you to back me up,” you tell Rook, slipping into your Vil persona.

“Of course, Roi de Poison, let’s give them a show,” he grins with a bow.

You nod and ascend the stairs. More footsteps join. 

“Is everything ok?” Kalim’s voice resounds, “Jamil’s good at first aid if [Y/N] is hurt.”

“Yo, why do you keep staring at yourself?” Ace questions with mild irritation, “Has Vil infected you? Are you freaking out over a breakout or something?”

Epel pipes up, “You’re kiddin’. Ya woke us up for nothin’? I could’ve slept for another 30 minutes if ya didn’t start hollerin’ like a rooster.”

You breach the stairs with a disapproving expression.

“Epel,” you snap, “Watch your language and accent. If you want to reach your full potential, you must speak with eloquence. No cutting corners. You have to practice in private.” 

The group whips around to face you. You stride up to them. They part, allowing you to peer into your room. Vil gapes at you like a fish out of water.

“Close your mouth. It’s unbecoming,” you tell him, before addressing the others. “We’re having an emergency meeting downstairs. I expect all of you to complete the skincare routine I detailed last night. Once you're done, meet Rook and me in the living room.” 

The group shares a few concerned looks, before dispersing. You turn to the person occupying your body.

“That includes you,” you add before walking away. 

Once you’re out of earshot, Rook reveres you.

“That was the most worthy performance! You live up to your namesake, Trickster. You’ve tricked the others,” he gushes. 

You chuckle at the clever wording and sit down on the sofa. Picking up the papers Rook organized, you flip through them.

“Thank you for giving me written documents about Vil,” you voice, “I suspect you know more about him than he does.” 

“Oui, Roi de Poison has told me that multiple times,” he confirms with a chuckle.

You shake your head with a small smile. Rook’s far better than any of your perverted stalkers and hate fans in your original world. At least the hunter has good intentions and is helpful. You don’t mind his strange antics. You skim through the documents while you wait. 

The first one to arrive is the youngest Pomefiore student. You zero in on him, looking for a fault. 

“Your slip up was improper and your attire is too,” you criticize, “Your vest is wrinkled and your bow is crooked. Rook, take Epel to steam his clothes.”

“Oui!” He complies, ushering the boy out of the room. 

You sigh. You disagree with Vil’s methods. They’re inefficient and callous. Thankfully, you only have to play along for a little while. You can tweak his character after you’ve proven yourself. 

The Clown Crew announces their arrival by sounds rather than sight.

“How dare they kick me out?! It’s my room too,” Grim complains. 

He comes around the corner with Ace and Deuce in tow. You skim over the two Heartslabyul students, before doubling back. You stand up and stalk over. The three freshmen freeze as you bear down on them. You grab Ace’s face and click your tongue.

“You should’ve thought better than to forgo my skincare routine. You underestimate my expertise,” you sneer, releasing his face. “You missed toner, serum, and sunscreen. You're going to do it again. What are the steps?”

“Cleanser, toner, serum, moisturizer, sunscreen,” Ace lists with dead eyes. 

“So you’re capable of absorbing information. Learn to apply it in the future,” you scathe, “Get out of my sight. When you come back, I expect you to have done it right. I don’t need someone on my team who can’t follow basic instructions.”

Ace backs up, startled. The Scarabia students step in. Your attention shifts to the newcomers, allowing your friend to flee.

“Did Ace get in trouble?” Kalim asks, glancing back at the dashing freshman. 

“Indeed, he decided to skip some steps in his skincare routine,” you confirm with distaste. 

Kalim comments, “I would’ve forgotten too if it wasn’t for Jamil.”

“I’m sure you would have,” you retort with an eye roll. 

Rook’s voice comes around the corner. 

“Oui! Monsieur Multi is one of the most helpful people I know. He truly is a master of multitasking and many skills. He’s deserving of his title,” the hunter compliments.

The vice leader reveals himself along with the shortest Pomefiore student. You assess Epel and deem his appearance acceptable. The sunshine student turns to Rook with a blinding smile. 

“Yeah! Jamil’s the best. He’s way smarter than me and super helpful. He also cooks the most delicious food,” Scarbia’s leader praises.

You tune out their ramblings, returning to the couch to refocus on the documents. 

Vil runs with Jack Howl, his childhood friend, every morning at 6 am. They’ve cancelled until VDC has concluded. 

Vil knew Jack as a kid? That’s unexpected. You didn’t even think they knew each other. They’re in different grades and different dorms. However, you’re unsurprised that Vil chooses to work out and run with him in the mornings. The actor seems like the type.

Your body walks in. You glance up to scrutinize Vil’s appearance. Before you can look very hard, Ace sweeps in front of him. He passes the disguised dorm leader and your focus turns to the redhead. Observing his skin for a moment, you find it adequate and retract your gaze. 

“Sit and let’s get started,” you instruct.

Rook takes his place beside you. The others find a seat. Once everyone is settled, you address them.

“Vil and I have switched bodies,” you state. 

The group pauses.

“What?” Deuce blurts out.

“I said Vil and I switched bodies,” you punctuate. 

“You switched bodies?” Kalim clarifies.

You let out an irritated sigh. “Is that not what I just said?”

Ace speaks up. “Wait, who did you switch bodies with?”

You give an unimpressed look. 

“Who else but the person who screamed bloody murder, waking everyone up?” you suggest, looking at the culprit. 

All eyes turn to your body. 

“V—Vil?” Kalim questions hesitantly. 

The dorm leader nods but doesn’t say anything. He continues to glare holes into everything around him. Rook jumps in to ease the tension. 

“Trickster and I found out what happened!” He exclaims, reclaiming the crowd’s attention. “We broke down Crowley’s door and demanded answers.”

“You broke down the headmaster’s door?” Deuce repeats, stunned.

Ace smacks him upside the head.

“I can’t believe you’ve survived this long considering how dumb you are,” Ace quips.

“Hey!” Deuce shouts in defense.

Your voice cuts across, silencing them. 

“It’s an exaggeration.” you clarify, before launching into a summary of the situation. 

“Vil and I won’t switch bodies until after VDC. With that in mind, I will take up the mantle as leader,” you conclude.

Vil bolts up from his chair.

“You can’t do that! You have no right!” he opposes. 

“If you want me to perform in an important movie instead, then we’ll be here longer,” you state. 

“That’s not what I meant,” Vil growls, “You can’t act as me!”

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Why not?” you question. 

“You’re going to mess up,” he snaps, “You have no credentials! I have a reputation to think about. You can’t just parade around in my body. I have so many schedules and habits. You won’t be able to remember them. I refuse to have my body deteriorate because of your incompetence! Unlike you, I have responsibilities. I’m the head of Pomefiore, the leader of this team, and a third-year student! There’s no way you can act as me. You’re unqualified!”

Vil’s voice grows and grows until he’s shouting by the end. His chest heaves up and down. He glares daggers into you. You stare at him with no reaction.

It starts as a quiet scoff in the back of your throat. Then, a small shake makes its way into your shoulders. A chuckle slips out. From there it turns into a wicked laugh, before crescendoing into a demonic cackle. You double over from the force of your howls. You can’t get enough. He’s playing right into your hand. 

It takes a minute to calm down. When you recover, you glance at the others. They stare with disturbed concern and unease. You chuckle to yourself again. You sit up with a sinister smirk. You stare into Vil’s eyes.

“You should think twice before criticizing someone,” you advise. 

‘Someone who’s in your body,’ you silently finish. 

You wait for the implication to sink in. It takes a moment, but Vil’s eyes widen in horror. You put a hand up to stop his line of thinking. You just want to scare him.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do something so barbaric as threatening your body or reputation. As a former top-charting idol, I understand the importance of a well-maintained public image,” you inform, “As for the third-year curriculum, I’ll allow Ace to confirm my credentials.”

Ace gives a wary look before his mouth quarks in a mischievous smile. He doesn’t mind putting Vil in his place. 

“Yeah, if you haven’t noticed, but by some miracle Leona’s test ranking has gone up. That’s because of [Y/N]. They've been teaching and tutoring Leona, since his overblot. They’re up to date with the homework,” Ace brags.

Without waiting for a response, you gesture to Rook.

“And your evaluation of my magic?” You request.

“It’s strong and similar to Roi de Poison’s. I was surprised at how quickly they picked it up. They’ll have no problems posing as you in terms of magical ability,” Rook details.

Vil is still, staring at Rook. You can practically hear the thought swirling in his head: He’s being replaced. You decide to push him over the edge. 

“I don’t think I have to give my resume for my acting, but I’ll ease your mind. I’ve done a few jobs here and there. I was most well-known for my favorite roles: villains. In light of that, you’re quite easy to play,” you reveal. 

There’s a moment of silence before Vil screams and lunges. On instinct, you grab his throat. Vil halts with wide eyes. You take the opportunity to push him back against the wall. He regains his bearings and slashes at your face. You give Vil’s neck a short squeeze. He gasps and his hands fly to your’s. 

His fingernails claw into porcelain wrists. It stings, but you ignore it. You snatch his hands and raise them above his head. You slot yourself against his body and restrain him. Now, you wait. 

Vil struggles. He attempts to bite, kick, and scream his way out of your hold. He’s not thinking. Vil doesn’t remember there are other people here. He’s just focused on you. You don’t flinch and you don’t react. You wait for him to lose steam. 

He becomes desperate with your unresponsiveness. Vil throws everything he has into fighting back. Tears of frustration and anger stream down his face. He’s loud and messy. It’s so different from the put-together, dignified Vil. All he cares about is lashing out and hurting you. 

By the end of the one-sided battle, Vil is heaving, unable to breathe enough air. His body slackens, falling limp. His head is tucked into his chest, hiding his face. He stills and falls silent. His body is still coiled with tension. You finally speak. 

“How does it feel?” 

Vil tenses beneath you, but doesn’t say anything. 

“How does it feel being on the receiving end of your behavior?” you try. 

Vil’s head snaps up. 

“I don’t act like that!” he growls, gritting his teeth. 

You keep your eyes on Vil but address Epel. Your tone is softer. 

“Epel, is this how you feel when Vil insults and criticizes you, then he forces you into compliance just because he’s stronger than you? Is this how you feel?” you question. 

There’s a brief period of silence. The only thing you hear is Vil’s labored breath. 

“Yes,” Epel replies.

You stare at Vil. 

“This is how you act. You poke and prod people’s weaknesses. You’re annoyed when they become upset and resistant to your advice. So, you strongarm them into submission, citing you’re doing it to help them. The reality is you’re hurting people and accumulating their ire. You wonder why people keep treating you like a villain. Wake up and face your reality, Vil,” you state. 

You let him go, stepping back. You turn to face the others. Shaking off the lingering tension as much as you can, you perk up to address them. 

“We’ll have rehearsal as usual. I will lead the team. I expect the same dedication you’ve demonstrated so far. My teaching style will be different, but still effective. I look forward to working together,” you tell them, before looking at Epel. “Epel, I have a special project for you. I’m going to solve Vil’s problem for him. You’ll have a few adventures in the upcoming days. You’ll miss some regular practice, so I’ll privately tutor you.” 

Checking that they understood, you dismiss them. You pick up Vil’s backpack and place Rook’s notes in it. You call out to the two Pomefiore students. They wait for you. You finalize details regarding Epel’s “adventures.” The two other students seem wary of your body against the wall. You make a point ignore him. 

You escort them out of the Ramshackle Dorm. When you get to the door, Rook hesitates. You place a hand against his back and guide him forward. Vil needs to reflect. 

Afterward, you ask for some bandages from Rook. 

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“Wake up and face your reality, Vil.” 

The words echo and swirl in Vil’s head. He sinks to the ground. Vil sits under the spot where [Y/N] restrained him. His head thumps against the wall and he thinks. Did he become a villain? Did he become the very thing he despised? 

He glances at his hands. They bleed. Your hands—he corrects—bleed down your wrists. He sank his nails into your hands when you restrained him. 

This isn’t his body. You promised not to hurt his. He’s already failing to maintain yours. 

Vil feels empty. A void has opened up in his chest. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s not special. He’s a villain and he doesn’t know what to do.

Without his permission, tears slide down his face. He doesn’t have the right to cry. He forced others to feel this way. He didn’t know. However, it doesn’t change the fact Vil hurt others. He caused more pain to them than he feels now. Vil has no right to cry, but can’t stop the spring shower falling from his cheeks. 

Vil looks at his wounded hands and hates himself.

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Author's Note: Very proud of this one. Let me know your thoughts! If there's any mistakes let me know too. Just make sure to point them out gently lol. I'm working on pt2. Look forward to see some of Epel's adventures in there as well. What are you guys looking forward too?

[theambitiouswoman]

Bath Routine 🫧🛁✨

1. I dim the lights, light candles & play classical music. If candles aren’t available, I use an oil diffuser with lavender or eucalyptus scents.

2. I add Epsom salts, milk powder, a few drops of nourishing oils like rosehip, argan, or jojoba. I also like to add dried rose petals for a soothing touch. If I want to detox, I add charcoal and bentonite clay.

3. I shower before my bath to cleanse my body of dirt, oils, sweat. I will use a shower oil during this step to hydrate, cleanse and exfoliate (will do separate post for everything shower).

Pre bath routine:

4. I dry brush to stimulate circulation.

5. I wash my face and remove makeup if applicable. I then use a face steamer for about 5 minutes to open my pores.

6. I apply my favorite face mask (either DIY or store bought) before stepping into the bath (will do a separate post on this).

In the bath:

7. While in the bath, I lightly use exfoliating gloves or a scrub to exfoliate my body.

8. I massage my face with ice globes to reduce puffiness and stimulate circulation.

9. I sip on tea, a magnesium cocktail, or infused water.

Post bath routine:

10. After my bath, I wash off my face mask and apply toner to close my pores.

11. I apply my favorite serums to hydrate and nourish my skin. After applying serums, I use a jade or rose quartz facial roller to help the products absorb better and promote lymphatic drainage.

12. I apply body oil or lotion all over my body to lock in moisture & keep my skin soft.

13. I apply a nourishing hand and nail treatment to hydrate my hands, cuticles and nails.

14. I brush my hair if I didn’t wash it (separate post on this coming soon).

15. I apply my favorite perfume to feel extra luxurious.

16. I put on a silk robe to complete my relaxing routine.

17. After my skincare routine, I use my LED mask. Your skin is more receptive to hydration after cleansing & applying serums & the mask enhances absorption of active ingredients like hyaluronic acid, peptides, or Vitamin C. It also stimulates collagen production & skin repair.

18. After using the LED mask, I apply a moisturizer to lock in hydration.

Then continue on with my night time routine.

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💧 Key Benefits:

Brightens Complexion: Infuses skin with Vitamin C to enhance radiance and reduce dullness.

Reduces Dark Spots: Targets hyperpigmentation and uneven skin tone for a more uniform complexion.

Boosts Collagen Production: Promotes firmer, plumper skin by stimulating collagen synthesis.

Antioxidant Protection: Shields skin from environmental damage and free radicals.

Hydrates & Refreshes: Provides essential hydration, leaving skin feeling refreshed and revitalized.

[heavenescent]

‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁my summer makeup routine (with result pics at the end!)

let me know if you angels would want a youtube video sometime soon so i could better show my makeup routine; i'd love to make one! i'm open to any recommendations, tips, advice, etc. as well!

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but first... skincare!

wash my face (find a good, gentle cleanser for the mornings)

always find a good, gentle cleanser when washing your face in the morning. i know some people's skin just needs a rinse with water, while others need a cleanser to avoid breaking out. for me personally, i use the nu skin 180 cleanser*(read below for more info).

pat my skin dry, no vigorous rubbing! (be gentle to yourself)

i love using a soft, fluffy microfiber face towel to pat myself dry. if you can, i would recommend finding a way to heat or steam the towel to give yourself a mini spa experience in the morning!

apply skincare products (less is more)

while my skin is still slightly damp, i first go in with the wellage real hyaluronic blue ampoule** and lightly slap it into my skin. after a minute or two, i then apply the medicube zero pore one day serum and do the same. after it is fully absorbed, i use the dermaesthetics multi cream as a moisturizer.

never skip sunscreen and sunblock! (the best skincare.)

i use a combination of sunscreen and sunblock everyday, since i'm pretty pale and burn easily. i use the la roche-posay anthelios uv immune 50+ sunscreen first, as it is a chemical sunscreen. after it settles in my skin i go on top with the dermaesthetics uv shield sunscreen protection. this is a physical sunblock and leaves a bit of a white cast, but actually works on me to even out my skin tone! it is also extremely water and sweat resistant, so it stays on all day!

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finally... time for makeup!

extra skin prep if needed (always wait 10 minutes after skincare)

sometimes i brush out my hair, pick out an outfit, or journal while i wait for my skincare to fully absorb into my skin before makeup. if i wait a bit too long, i like to apply some medicube triple collagen serum to add some moisture and tackiness back to my skin! this acts a bit like my primer, and helps my makeup cling to my skin.

foundation... or not? (thin layers > full coverage)

especially for summer, i stick to my laneige neo cushion matte in the shade 21n beige which also has spf 42! if i'm not using my cushion for whatever reason, i use the fenty beauty eaze blurring skin tint in the shade 7.

optional concealer if needed! (only for brightening or blemishes)

i usually don't wear concealer, but if i do it's either nars radiant creamy concealer in the shade 1 chantilly, or hourglass vanish airbrush concealer in the shade 2.5.

bronze! (add some dimension to your base!)

bronzer is my best friend as someone that doesn't tan easily. i use the sephora collection matte bronzer powder in shade 01 golden gateway. i use this as a general bronzer around the face, but also to help contour my nose tip and bridge.

blush! (my FAVORITE step!)

part one of my blush: i apply my blush right by my undereyes and concentrate it in the centers of my cheeks, then blend with a large kabuki brush. i either use the milk makeup cooling water jelly tint in shade burst - poppy pink (in which case i blend out with my fingers so it isn't too streaky), or a dot of the flower knows strawberry cupid all day glow liquid blush in shade s03 pink gemstone. i like to look flushed from temple to temple, almost like a faint sunburn. i also apply excess blush to the tip of my nose, my forehead, and my chin!

part two of my blush: i set everywhere with blush (and concealer) with the flower knows strawberry rococo embossed blush in shade 01 angel chanson. this adds just a bit more color and sets everything!

doll up, doll eyes (the most tedious part of my routine)

eyelashes: as someone with straight, stubborn asian lashes, i hold a lighter to the shiseido eyelash curler to heat up the cushion and better curl my lashes. after they're properly curled from root to tip, i go in with the judydoll 3d curling eyelash iron mascara a.k.a. the best mascara ever made. i concentrate the application from the roots to where the lash starts to curl upwards for the first coat. the second and third coats focus more on length, volume, and separating the lashes to my liking. this will stay ALL DAY.

eyeliner: i've gotten pretty good at my straight, slightly angled wing eyeliner so this step doesn't take me long at all. i do two quick lines with either the sephora collection hot line brush waterproof liquid eyeliner or the nyx epic ink waterproof liquid eyeliner. always brush tip over felt tip, and especially over pencils.

lips! (honestly a rare step)

i either lightly line with the nyx suede matte lip liner in cannes and blend out into the rest of my lips, or use the skinfoods tomato jelly tint lip in no. 1 cherry tomato and wipe off immediately. to add gloss/shine, i usually use the dhc lip balm.

set it all day (the most important part)

don't forget this is for summer, angels! i go straight in with the fenty beauty invisimatte instant setting + blotting powder, then douse myself with the urban decay all nighter setting spray. it doesn't end there. after that dries down, i lock it in with the one size on 'til dawn setting spray and try not to inhale. if you're feeling extra whimsical, use the new one with glitter in it!

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final look (& face reveal):

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thank you for reading angels ⭑.ᐟ

let me know by interacting, commenting, or messaging me if you would ever like a more in-depth video for my everyday makeup. i could even make personalized ones for your individual questions, just reach out! and if you haven't heard it yet today, i'm proud of you!

love, kate

*it would feel wrong to not mention this so: nu skin is a known mlm; i do not purchase from any of these distributors nor do i support this company model! i get products for free from corporate employees, NOT independent distributors. while this product works the best for my skin, i do not recommend purchasing. **only use this/hyaluronic products daily if you live in a humid climate since it absorbs moisture, otherwise it will draw the moisture out of your own skin.

[bloomzone]

can u make me a rlly good skin care routine? except I don't have any toner...

🧾- hi pooks how are uuu I hope u finne

How to build a skincare routine ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ㅤ🧁ㅤ۫ ♡

Morning Routine: for All Skin Types

1. Cleanse: Start with a gentle cleanser that clears away overnight buildup without stripping your skin.

Oily skin? Use a gel-based cleanser.

Dry or sensitive skin? Opt for a hydrating cleanser.

1. CeraVe Hydrating Cleanser

Skin Type: Dry, normal, sensitive

2. CeraVe Foaming Cleanser

Skin Type: Oily, combination, acne-prone

3. La Roche-Posay Toleriane Hydrating Cleanser

Skin Type: All skin types, sensitive

2. Rice Water Boost: Here’s the secret that works for everyone. No toner ? After cleansing, apply rice water using a cotton pad or gently pat it onto your skin. It brightens, soothes, and balances your skin naturally. (Make rice water by soaking rice in water for 20 minutes, then straining and refrigerating it.)

3. Moisturize: Hydration is key! Choose a lightweight moisturizer for oily skin and a richer one for dry skin. Combination or sensitive skin? Stick to non-comedogenic and fragrance-free formulas.

For Dry Skin

1. Eucerin Advanced Repair Cream

Deeply hydrating with ceramides and urea.

2. Weleda Skin Food Original Ultra-Rich Cream

Nourishes very dry skin with botanical extracts.

For Oily Skin

1. Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel

Lightweight, oil-free, and hydrates without clogging pores.

2. La Roche-Posay Effaclar Mat Moisturizer

Controls shine and minimizes pores.

For Combination Skin

1. Clinique Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel

Balances oil and hydration levels.

2. First Aid Beauty Ultra Repair Cream

Lightweight but hydrating for dry patches.

For Sensitive Skin

1. Avene Skin Recovery Cream

Calms irritation and strengthens the skin barrier.

2. Cetaphil Daily Hydrating Lotion

Gentle and non-irritating with hyaluronic acid.

For Acne-Prone Skin

1. La Roche-Posay Toleriane Double Repair Matte Moisturizer

Non-comedogenic and soothes irritated skin.

2. Vanicream Moisturizing Lotion

Free from common irritants and ideal for breakout-prone skin.

4. Sunscreen: Finish your routine with SPF 30 or higher, even if you’re staying indoors. Sunscreen protects your skin from UV damage and prevents premature aging—an absolute must for everyone!

Night Routine: Restore & Repair

1. Double Cleanse: If you wear sunscreen or makeup, start with micellar water or an oil-based cleanser, followed by your regular face wash.

2. Rice Water (Again!): Use rice water as a natural toner to calm your skin and prep it for the night. It’s a multitasking hero that helps reduce redness, minimize pores, and add a glow.

3. Targeted Treatments:

Acne-prone? Apply a salicylic acid or benzoyl peroxide spot treatment.

Dull skin? Try a niacinamide serum for even tone and radiance.

Dry skin? Opt for a hyaluronic acid serum to lock in moisture.

4. Moisturize: Seal everything in with your favorite moisturizer. At night, you can go for a slightly heavier one to aid your skin’s repair process.

Weekly Extras for Radiance

Exfoliate: Once or twice a week, use a gentle chemical exfoliant (like AHAs or BHAs) to remove dead skin cells. DIY trick: Mix honey and sugar for a natural exfoliating scrub.

Face Masks: Hydrate with aloe vera . You can also use sheet masks chilled in the fridge for a refreshing treat.

Steam and Detox: Once a week, steam your face for a few minutes to open up pores and deep-clean. Follow with a clay mask if you have oily skin or a soothing mask if your skin is sensitive.

Secret Skincare Habits for All Skin Types

2. Cold Spoon Hack: Struggling with puffy eyes? Chill a spoon and press it gently under your eyes for an instant de-puffing effect.

3. Jade Roller Magic: A jade roller or gua sha tool works for all skin types. Massage your face daily to improve circulation and reduce puffiness.

4. Silk Pillowcase: Sleep on silk pillowcases—they’re gentle on your skin, reduce friction, and keep your hair and face smooth.

5. Hydration Inside Out: Drink plenty of water and eat skin-friendly foods like avocados, nuts, and fruits. Your skin reflects what you put into your body!

and there is a LOT of skincare tips I will try to make other blogs Abt it soon. !!

@bloomzone 🧁

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Delicate - Chapter Two: Maroon

3.7k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: despite some last minute reservations about meeting Joel, you throw yourself into the date, but it doesn't go according to plan.

A/N: Ahhhhh oh my God - @hellishjoel and I are so excited to bring you the second chapter of Delicate! We're having the best time with this little pairing already and we hope they manage to worm their way into your hearts just like they have with us! We're taking turns in posting the chapters of this - so please make sure you're following both of us to keep up to date!

warnings: mentions of being a single parents, rom-com vibes, foul language, a bestie who is nothing but trouble, Joel being terrible at dating in general, a lil smattering of angst, mentions of food & alcohol consumption.

There’s a flow of peace that settles across you when the door to Noah’s room clicks shut. You love him, he’s the best thing that ever happened to you, and he keeps you afloat every day, but these moments, when he’s finally asleep and you can stop thinking for a minute, are the moments you crave each day. 

You settle down on the couch, mug of tea in hand, with the TV playing quietly, just for background noise more than anything, as you pick up your phone for the first time that evening. There’s a few emails, mainly about shopping sales and holidays that you think you should book but never do - those are quickly deleted to stop any temptation of spending money on something that isn’t essential. There are a few messages from your mom, just confirming that she’ll pick Noah up from school tomorrow, what she’s planned for them to do and what she’ll feed him. You shoot a message off in reply that it all sounds good and that he’s excited for some quality time with his grandparents, because it’s true, and then you set your phone down on the coffee table and try to ignore it for a while. 

You finish your tea and queue up a few episodes of a show you’ve been meaning to catch up on - something mindless that people at work always seem to talk about. So mindless that it actually sends you to sleep. You wake with a jolt a few hours later. The house is still quiet, which means Noah hasn’t decided he’s still got too much energy and needs to burn it off by jumping on the bed or pulling some of his toys out. You sigh, checking the time to see it’s almost midnight. 

You gather your stuff, put the mug in the sink to deal with in the morning before trudging up to bed. There’s a moment at the top of the stairs, where you think it would be so easy to flop down on the bed and forgo the rest of your responsibilities, but you’ve got your mother’s voice in the back of your mind, something about wrinkles and pores and how bad it is to sleep in your makeup, so you turn left into the bathroom, cover your skin in serums and creams and then finally, just after midnight, you fall into bed. 

Knowing it’s bad to look at your phone this late at night, once you’ve set your alarm, you click open the godforsaken Hinge app that Dixie had insisted on setting you up on. So far, after six months, you’d been on a fair few first dates, three second dates and had a God awful one night stand, but nothing had been sticking, no-one seemed to be exactly what you were looking for. You’d promised her that you’d try though, so as had become a nightly ritual for you, you set about giving away your daily likes, not really paying a huge amount of attention until he pops up for you. Joel. 45. From his first profile picture, the exact kind of man you’d been searching for. Rugged, handsome, 

Of the few photos he had on his profile, he was often donning a flannel or a simple short-sleeved shirt that curved around his biceps and broad shoulders. He always wore the same tilted smile, with dazzling eyes and dark hair with licks of silver. He was a handsome lumberjack of sorts. 

He looked to be an outdoorsman, at least two of Joel’s pictures were of him hiking a trail accompanied by a young girl, surrounded by greenery and tall rocks with the sunshine peeking through the branches. His face was glowing and tan from the light, his handsomeness so natural. Beautiful, even. 

Joel’s “Typical Sunday” consisted of a black coffee in the morning, followed by making burgers on the grill for him and his family before settling down to watch a Dallas Cowboys football game. That was a typical Sunday for a man, but it showed how he liked to unwind and that he was a family man. 

First, the mention of a family, plus that beautiful young woman in almost all of Joel’s pictures - a daughter, perhaps? Older than your own boy by quite a few years. He must have been on the younger side of having children if any of these assumptions were even correct. But there was something about knowing he also had a baby to be thinking of felt familiar, comforting, as they would always come first. 

 And it turns out that talking to him is pretty easy too. He’s charming, a slight insomniac like you, and from what you can tell from the slight back and forth you managed to have before you go to sleep, able to flirt a little with you too. It’s why when he asks to take you out you say yes without hesitation, it could be fun, he could be the one, who knows? 

Mornings are always chaos. Half-eaten bowls of cereal on the table, a mug of coffee made with the best of intentions but sat to go cold, a rush of getting Noah dressed and in the car with everything he needed for school and then the annoyance of getting stuck in traffic on the way to drop him off, all coalesce to make you stressed as you help Noah out of the backseat. 

“Remember granny is picking you up this afternoon okay?” You ask, bending down to kiss his cheek as he fiddles with the straps of his backpack. 

“I know, mom.” He groans, using the back of his hand to wipe the kiss off his cheek. 

You smile, ruffle his hair a bit, because no matter how much he might protest, he will always be your baby, “Behave for her, okay?” You warn lightly with a smile, “She’ll bring you back home tomorrow.” 

Noah spots some of his friends across the playground and steps around you to make his way into school. You turn, hold your hand up in a wave and shout at him to have a good day. Noah turns, walking backwards to look at you, waving right back. 

“Have a good day, mom!” 

Underneath the way he’s growing up, he’s still the sweet little boy you knew you could raise on your own. You sit back in your car, picking your phone up to make sure you’ve got enough time to go to the store and stock up on some groceries, when you notice a notification from Hinge. It’s Joel. 

Just checking you’re still okay for tonight? 

For some reason, you sit and stare at it for a few minutes, fingers itching to type something, to confirm, but there’s that usual seed of doubt that appears after all this time that makes you want to tell him something’s come up, you’ll have to reschedule. After months and months of trying to find someone, to failed first date after failed first date, you wonder if it really is worth it, no matter how good of a match Joel Miller seems on paper. Is he really going to be worth getting dressed up for? You sigh, type out your usual message of I’m sorry, I think I might have to reschedule, when the screen is filled with the face of your best friend, trying to call you. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello sexy mama!” Dixie’s voice immediately soothes you, “How are you this fine morning?” 

“I’m okay,” You speak softly, plugging the phone into the car so you can speak to her as you drive, “Just dropped Noah off at school.” 

“How is my favourite man?” She asks. 

“Yeah, he’s good, he’s staying with my mom tonight so I think he’s just pleased to be away from me for a while.” 

“It’s like the universe read my mind!” Dixie exclaims on the other end of the phone, “Do you want to go out and get wine drunk tonight?” 

You stutter for a second, because you could, you could cancel with Joel, go out and drink cheap wine and dance with your friend, but before you can say anything, Dixie picks up on your hesitation. 

“OH MY GOD!” She all but screeches, “Do you have a hot date tonight?!” 

You grumble a little, because how is she always so attuned to you like this? 

“Yeah, although I don’t know if I’m gonna go.” 

“Why not?” 

You sigh again, “I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore?” You offer. 

“Girl, get outta here with that attitude!” She chastises, “Is he hot?” 

You grumble a little again, but you can’t deny it, Joel is hot, “Yes.” 

“Well then,” You can hear her clap her hands in the background, clearly having you on speaker so she can go about her business, “If he’s hot, then there’s no harm in it, forget me and my wine, go out, drink wine with your hot mystery stranger and get fucked, girl!” 

“Dixie!” You screech, “I’m not fucking him.” 

“Whatever you say, girl!” She shouts down the phone, “If you cancel, I’m kicking your ass, okay?” You sigh, once again, something you’re getting more and more used to these days, “Have fun and be safe!” 

And then all you can hear is the dial tone from where she’s hung up on you. You think about it all the way around the grocery store, she wouldn’t know if you did cancel, would she? But you’ve known her long enough to know she’d sniff a lie out of you in seconds. So, when you settle down at your desk, you pull out your phone and send Joel a reply to confirm the plans you made last night, and then spend the rest of the work day trying not to work yourself up about the whole thing. 

You don’t think that the anxiety of waiting for a date to show up will ever get easier. Stood just inside the doorway of the restaurant Joel had chosen, you’re chewing at the skin around your thumbnail. Did you dress right? Do you look okay? When he turns up will he look like his pictures or not? Will he lean in for a kiss on the cheek? Do you give him a hug? You’d like to think of yourself as a seasoned pro at this now, but those first few awkward moments always made you anxious - there was no second chance at first impressions. 

You needn’t have worried about Joel though. When the door opens and he stands in front of you, he is exactly the man you’d studied on that app. Taller than you, broad and big. Scruff, peppered with gray across his face, though it’s neatly kept, just like this hair, although more unruly, it’s still peppered with grays and it suits him. He’s wearing dark jeans, and a flannel that you think must be saved for best. You step closer, open your arms. Joel leans down, and does indeed press a kiss to your cheek, one of his wide palms pressed lightly on your lower back as he hugs you back a little. 

“Nice to meet you, Joel.” You smile when he pulls away. 

“You too, ma’am.” He smiles back at you, and you can tell he’s nervous. 

“What have I told you about that?” You tease as you step towards the hostess, Joel giving her his name, you hope the slight teasing will put him at ease, you remember just what it was like when you started dating for the first time, and as much as you want to have a good time, you want to make sure Joel is having a good time too. 

She picks up two menus, leads the two of you to a table at the edge of the restaurant. Joel pulls your chair out for you, pushing it gently under you as you sit down. The light is low, and there’s a thrum of chatter across the whole restaurant as you open the menu, glancing your eyes over the choices. 

“Do you want to share a bottle of wine?” You ask, finger skimming the list of wines available. 

Joel nods, “Sure thing, darlin’.” 

You smile, looking down at the menu, deciding you much prefer darling to ma’am, especially in that sweet southern drawl of his. When the waitress returns, you both order food and a bottle of wine, which is quickly brought to the table, uncorked, with the dark red liquid poured into two glasses. The waitress leaves the bottle on the table as you raise your glass, Joel following suit, clinking them together before you take a sip. 

You’re watching as he does the same, a smaller sip than you, and then watch as his nose crinkles and he coughs a little. It makes you laugh, putting your glass down to cover your mouth a little. 

“Dunno why I said yes,” He shakes his head, “Fuckin’ hate wine.” 

You can’t help but properly laugh now, hoping that it puts him a little at ease. You reach over the table, lay your hand on his wrist just a touch, “What would you prefer to drink?” 

You don’t miss the way he subtly drags his wrist back from your touch, covering it by scratching at the skin on the side of his hand, but you don’t let it bother you. You’re a touchy person, it’s what makes you feel at ease mostly, but that doesn’t mean it works for Joel, so you fold your hands back in your lap. 

“Usually beer,” He mumbles, flagging down the waitress as she walks past to ask for just that, “Or whiskey.” 

“I don’t mind a beer,” You offer, trying to make light conversation, “But whiskey makes my throat burn.” 

He doesn’t offer much of a reply apart from a short hum from his mouth, his attention moving from you to the room around you, letting the table fall into silence. You look down at your lap, trying to think of things to say whilst you wait for your food. 

“So, Sarah, right?” You ask after his daughter, it’s something the two of you have in common at least, “You must be super proud of her, medical school is incredible.” 

“Yeah,” He says simply, “She’s a very smart girl.” 

You expect him to ask after Noah, ask him a little about what he’s like, maybe what his favourite subjects are at school or whether he’s in any sports clubs or anything, but he doesn’t offer anything else to you, doesn’t ask any questions. 

There’s a lull in the conversation, saved by the waitress dropping your meals in front of you, fresh tomato pasta with chicken for you and steak and mashed potatoes with asparagus for Joel. You swirl your fork through the pasta, scooping some into your mouth as Joel cuts into his steak. Your eyes are trained on him, watching how he eats - it’s one of your big tests, table manners, and to be fair to him, he passes with flying colours - sure he eats a bit fast, but it’s nothing off-putting, and he seems to be able to use a knife and fork properly and chew with his mouth closed, which is a far cry from the last person you’d been out with. 

“You look really good tonight,” You offer, setting your fork down for a moment, “The flannel is very Texas.” 

You think in the dim light you can see him flush a little, and you’ve not said anything that isn’t true, he does look good. Fucking great actually. Joel finishes swallowing, takes a swig of his beer. 

“Thank you,” He tips his head towards you, “You look nice too,” He brings his hand up to his face to motion, “Rosy cheeks.” 

You try not to let your disappointment show, it is a compliment after all, so you put all your focus back down into your meal, the two of you finishing your food in a rather awkward silence - you willing Joel to ask you something, to start a conversation, anything really. You watch as Joel pushes the asparagus around his plate after eating two of the spears, finishing off his steak and potatoes but leaving the rest of the greens. 

When the waitress comes back to clear your plates, she asks if you’d like the dessert menu. You look to Joel, who tips his head in a way to say it’s up to you, but this has quite possibly been the most excruciating few hours of your life, so you drain your glass of wine, tip the last of the bottle into the glass and sit to wait for the bill. 

“Listen,” Joel starts, dragging your attention from the bottom of your glass to him, a look of slight regret on his face, “I ain’t too good at all this,” He tries to explain, “It’s been a long time and I’m a little rusty.” 

You kind of want to wring his ass for it a little, but underneath his apparent disinterest, you can still see the nerves of the guy who first walked through the door, and you get it, you think you’d been similar when you first started dating again, but you don’t think you’d completely lost the ability to think of a single question. 

Joel insists on paying the bill and you don’t fight him for the privilege of splitting it - you think it might upset some of that southern chivalry he has and for someone else they’ll love that. It’s a silent affair as you both stand up, gather your things. 

“How are you getting home?” Joel asks, holding the front door open for you. 

“I can just grab a cab,” You smile, “How about you?” 

He points to a truck, “Only had one so I can drive home,” He explains, “Do you mind if I wait with you for your cab?” He asks, “I’d feel better knowing you get in one safe.” 

“Of course,” You smile, “The hostess called one for me, so it shouldn’t be long.” 

There’s another lull in conversation, thankfully your cab arrives quickly, saving the silence from falling into awkwardness again. Joel beats you to the door, opening it for you. 

“I would say it’s been nice meeting you,” He speaks, “But I feel like I made this real difficult, and I’m sorry for that.” 

Going to step into the cab, you stop, leaning down to put your bag in the back seat, pausing a little before you turn back around to him, meeting his eyes. They’re striking, dark brown and beautiful, and trying to tell you just how much he knows he’s messed up. It makes your heart sink because you feel that sadness too, knowing he had so much promise, that he understood you in a way you thought other people didn’t, without even needing to talk to you, he’s a single parent, he gets it, like other people don’t. It frustrates you, makes your breath catch in your throat and your eyes glass over. 

You bring a comforting hand to his shoulder, “It’s okay,” You add a smile at the end, “It takes some time to get used to this all again, I was the same,” You look down at your shoes,  “It’ll get easier each time you do it, I promise.” 

His head dips, regret flashed across his face, like he wishes he could go back and do it all over but better this time. 

“M’sorry, again,” His tone is low, morose even, then he dips, presses a soft kiss to your cheek, “Get home safe.” 

You flop down on your bed, hand running over your face, wondering at what point it had gone wrong. He’d had so much potential, had seemed like he could be so right for you, so what went wrong? 

No sooner have you sent the ��home safe’ message to Dixie, do you feel the soft vibrating of your phone. You answer, put the phone on loudspeaker and set it by your head. 

“So, how did it go?” 

You groan, “He had so much potential Dix,” You let out a pained noise, “I don’t know where it went wrong?!” 

“Oh honey,” She coos down the phone, aware more than anyone how much you wanted to be done with dating and finally have someone you could spend time with, “What happened?” 

“I don’t even know!” You exclaim, “Like, I could tell he was nervous, and this was his first date in years, but it was like he’d never spoken to a woman in his life, it was so hard!” 

You can hear her sucking on her teeth on the other end of the phone, “Are you being too hard on him?” She asks, “You always say the cocky men are no good because they’re rehearsed, maybe he just needs time to warm up?” 

“Dixie, I’d need a flamethrower to warm him up!” 

That gets a giggle out of her, “Mama, listen to me,” She goes into serious mode now, “Not everyone is as seasoned as you at this, and if this was his first date in years and he comes face to face with you? Of course he’s going to be nervous, you can’t write him off just for that honey.” 

That’s when your truth really hits out, “But what if I spend all that time warming him up and it’s a waste of time? He could turn out to be no good for me and then I’ve wasted so much time instead of trying to find the right person.” 

“Honey, respectfully, you’re forty, not at the end of your life, I promise that maybe spending some time trying to unravel someone a little instead of writing them off immediately might actually be worth it.” 

“I don’t know, Dix…” You trail off. 

“Just sleep on it, okay?” She offers, “See how you feel when you wake up before you send him the ‘thanks but no thanks’ message.” 

“Okay, I promise.” 

The two of your say goodbye to each other, you stay led on the bed for a while before you push yourself up, plug your phone into the charger, noticing the notification from Hinge when your screen lights up. You can see it’s Joel’s name that sits on the front screen. You sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, weighing up whether to read it or not. Deciding that if you do read it, you’re likely to make a decision against what Dixie told you, so you leave the notification sitting there, get yourself ready for bed and then will yourself to sleep without going over every second of the date wondering what you could have done differently.

[leafington]

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content warning !! - tooth rotting candy store opening cavity inducing fluff, domesticated!nanami, suggestiveness (nothing too explicit), blackfem!reader

thinking about doing skincare with Nanami who isn't all that familiar with it other than washing his face every morning. <3 (happy birthday nanamin!!!1!1!1)

"What do I do with this?" He reads the back label of the cleanser, paitently awaiting your instructions. "Put it on, silly." You take it from his hands, pumping the liquid into his large, calloused hands.

It's been about a year since Nanami's retirement from being a sorcerer, when he met you, he was determined to keep your future together safe, in the clear of danger, and with him. Once the both of you engaged after years of at-home dates, flower deliveries, and past bedtime nightcaps that usually ended in the both of you entangled in his silk covers, Nanami called up his insurance company for benefits and turned in his resignation letter a tad early, letting them know he wouldn't be working in this field anymore. Nanami firmly warned his now former higher-ups that he'd be expecting his monthly payment on the 15th. What were they gonna do to him because of his tone? Fire him?

Still being lost, he listens closely and smears the clear substance on his face. "Now what?" Nanami moves his hands in small circles on his cheeks. "Now, since you've sprayed and done that," You point to the bottle in his hands. "go 'head and put on the toner, then after that, some serum. Who knows what kinda clogged pores you have." He mock-laughs at your little joke, making you giggle in response. Spending time with you has definitely been one of his favorite things to do during downtime. If he's not idly watching you do this on your own, he sits to the side monitoring your every move in the kitchen, going on your morning runs, and accompanying you at the gym (the reasoning behind that being you texted him about some guys assisting you and refused to let you go alone ever since.)

"Darling, this smells... weird." Nanami stills himself while you apply serum directly under his eyes. "And was buying... 'Resurfacing Youth' serum necessary? Using your own would've sufficed." His words muffled from your hands squishing his face. "Baby, your eyebags are terrible. You wanna look 28 or 82?" Nanami sighs, he's too far in to throw back another remark.

Give or take ten minutes later, you're walking around with a Unicorn facemask with Nanami attached to you in a Mermaid one. "How long is this supposed to stay on?" He murmurs into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss right beneath your jaw. "'Bout 20 minutes." You give him one in return, only on the top of his blonde hair. Honestly, spending the rest of your life with someone who's willing to include themselves in your small habits isn't too bad. He figured the married life would be just for him, and he was right; if you're happy, he's happy. He'll ensure that he doesn't look a day over 50 to make you smile, engraving the routine you showed him into his brain and waiting for you in your spacious bathroom to do it with him.

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